#loki x mutant!reader

[buggswrld]

Truest Form

Loki isn’t the only one with a few tricks up his sleeve, especially when his alleged soulmate has some pretty intricate powers.

cw: afab reader, they/them pronouns, promiscuous & flirty but SFW, normal MCU warnings, Loki being Loki and Y/N being Y/N

this takes place in an imaginary track of time where everyone is happy and healthy and alive and whatever i say goes bc this is my au and i’m a fragile human

You see, the funny thing about life is all of its little twists and turns. Your “what ifs” could’ve lead you down the exact same path you’re on right now, or it most definitely could not. You never know.

Except for Y/N.

They knew.

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“Hey Clint” You shout over the loud 70s music playing throughout the kitchen to the man who just walked in not even a second ago. “I’m making breakfast for the team. Tony wants everyone at the compound for some big meeting,,, which is probably why you’re here so never mind….. do you want waffles or pancakes?”

“How did you- oh wait, right, you have that whole sixth sense thing. So don’t you know the answer to that question?”

Sighing you nod “Waffles… I just hate freaking everyone out. I heard some of the SHIELD agents conspiring that I’m invading peoples minds and I don’t want them to get creeped out and-“

Cutting you off, Wanda and Vision walk into the room as Clint just shakes his head at you and walks towards the table to join the other members of the team.

“Ooooooh I almost forgot today was family brunch day!” Wanda says, unlatching her arm from Visions’s to give you a hug.

“Yes everything seems delightful Y/N. Did you need any help?” Vision asks, making his way over to the two of you.

“Oh just turn off the smoke alarm for me real quick.“

Not even two seconds later alarms start blaring throughout the great room and smoke makes its way out of the oven.

“Yeah, I knew I should’ve cleaned that last week and, wait, Wand, will you get that for me, I-“

Gasping, you jump around and look towards the elevator right as it softly chimes, letting its audience know that someone is making their way up the floors “THORS COMING TODAY!!! I DIDNT EVEN REGISTER THAT HE GOT BACK ONTO MIDGUARD. MUCH LESS IN THE BUILDING! HOW DID THIS HAPPEN- Wait.”

Turning again, you look at Wanda who is smirking and reloading the waffle maker.

“You bitch! Is that why you were so pushy about the spa day yesterday, especially the sensory deprivation tank!?!”

Laughing at you Wanda shrugs and goes back to finishing up your cooking while you wait by the elevator.

Almost a year ago, due to whatever sciencey stuff Banner tried explaining, you realized that you are able to communicate with different versions of yourself throughout the multiverse. Basically making you really sensitive to energy and vibrations, even allowing you to manipulate them with some training. That’s what made you and Wanda become so close. With similar abilities, the two of you just understood each other. So, when the Avengers found you as a prisoner in one of HYDRA's bases, the two of you became besties. Well, you and-

“Thor!!!!” You ran towards the tall Asgardian as soon as the elevator doors opened and launched yourself into his arms. Half expecting this, Thor lifts you up off the ground and spins the two of you around in a bear hug while his pot-bellied laugh fills the room.

“Ah! My little Forcefield! I have missed you too! But I can see that the surprise did not work. Who told?”

Wanda scoffs and hands a tray full of scrambled eggs to Vision who sets it down on the table “I did no such thing. They found out when you go up the elevator. I told you that when you have powers like ours, surprises do not come easy. I didn’t even believe that you’d make it this far.”

Laughing Thor sets you on the ground and calls mjolnir to his side before glancing back in the elevator and remembering his true purpose for being here. “Oh, uh. Hmm, right.”

“Oh goody Dear Brother, I was beginning to believe that you had forgotten about me.” the man says as he emerges from the elevator.

For the first time in who knows how long you are genuinely surprised to see another person stand behind you, causing you to actually jump back.

Confused and concerned, you push Thor out of the way and meet his brother right outside the elevator. Getting strangely close, you stick a hand out and reach towards him “Uh. Excuse me. Mortal. What are you doing? Br... Brother! Come get your pet!”

But before Thor can even listen you push your thumb against the strange man’s forehead and he starts to wince while his body flickers.

Shivering and breathing raggedly Loki blinks at you with his eye brows furrow and eyes wide while you bring your hand down. “Hey big guy, is your brother a hologram? Is that a thing on asguard?”

Thor let’s out an angry puff, steam practically pouring from his ears while he shouts at the top of his lungs. “LOKI!!”

The man in front of you vanishes into smoke and a loud pop sounds a couple of feet to your side.

“Right, well thanks for that snitch. I was almost free and that wasn’t a ho- Oh no. Hey come on. Do we really have to?” clink.

“You swore that you wouldn’t pull any tricks. Now you lied to me so yes. We really have to.” Both brothers look equally annoyed and right as Thor moves to turn on the power dampening collar you place a hand on top of his and shake your head.

“Something’s not right. Take it off. Now.” Looking really confused but doing as you say, Thor hands the collar to you.

Wanda makes her way over as you snap the collar together and press the button on the side and the entire thing bursts into flames. Before you cringe and toss it towards Wanda who guides the collar towards the sink and turns on the water with her powers

“Oooh. Yikes. Friday, remind Bruce to disassemble the collar and figure out what happened.” you say as Thor pats you on the shoulder “Okay then. Let’s eat!”

Everyone in the room just shrugs and nods, moving to the table to make their plate while Loki just stands still, mouth agape and in disbelief.

“So we’re just going to ignore the fact that the thing your leaders were going to force me to wear probably would’ve blown up in the my face and killed me?” Loki shouted at the room full of people who began to gather their plates.

“Yeah, pretty much” Clint says after reaching over the table and stealing a few more pieces of bacon.

“Awe, don’t worry, if someone really wanted to kill you they would be here to do the job and not leave it up to chance. Come on, let’s eat” You make eye contact with Loki as you pat him on the shoulder. When you do, a jolt of electricity runs through your veins and you instinctively flinch your arm back.

You’re about to make a joke saying that Thor is supposed to be the god of lightning when you look up and see scenes of your life literally flashing before your eyes.

There’s what almost feels like memories of you and, seemingly, Loki, Running through the forest, swimming in an enchanted lake, jumping from a cliff into the ocean, holding each other next to a fire. Then there are scenes that definitely did not come from this lifetime. Scenes of you and Loki running over hills as wolves, touring the galaxies as some alien race, colliding together as two planets. It’s almost as if the two of you were always meant to bump into each other.

Then, as if being yanked from a bungee cord, the memories play in reverse and you find yourself back in the present. The only person who seemed to notice being Wanda.

As if no time passed at all Loki says “Ouch! No need to shock me, I’m going.”

When Thor sits down, he beams and looks across the table. “Banner, good friend, could you make a new collar for my brother over there. He really shouldn’t be running away on this mission. Especially since father sent him down with me as punishment for his latest crime.”

As Bruce is about to speak, you interrupt “Oh don’t worry. Loki’s not going anywhere.”

“I’m not?” “He’s not?” the two brothers chime in.

“Of course not. How could he fall in love with me if his mind and spirit are elsewhere?” Some people look at you curiously after that statement, maybe even slightly amused, but others don’t bat an eye as prophetic talk like this isn’t out of the norm for you.

“Uh, Thor, your pet is being weird again.”

“Nonsense. It’s Y/N. That’s just how they are.”

“What’s nonsense? Because our case isn’t nonsense and that’s the reason I called you all together. So maybe we should be talking about that, yeah?” Tony says, strolling into the dining room with boxes of papers in his hands

“Come on Tony, can’t you let us eat before grueling us with work” Sam chimes in when he finally sits down after making his plate.

“Ah yes. The Avengers. So mighty and noble, but not without snack breaks of course. Whatever will- wait. Did Y/N cook today?”

“Yeah Tones, fresh off the stove, eat while it’s hot.” You reply with a smile.

“Okay. Meeting is paused while we take a quick recess and eat Y/N’s ‘big family brunch’. I almost forgot what day it is” Tony says, clapping his hands together and going to make a plate

Chuckling, you glance at the god next to you and nod your head towards the table. “Loki, right? Why don’t you go sit down next to Thor, I’ll make you a plate.” as he starts to bicker you hold a hand up and roll your eyes “I don’t care if you don’t trust midguardians OR their food OR if you say you aren’t hungry right now. Be a good boy and sit and eat with the rest of the team please.” you grin and walk towards the kitchen before he has the chance to speak.

As Loki reluctantly sits next to Thor, Wanda makes her way over to you. “Y/N, you blimped again. What was it about?” she asks you, placing a hand on your back for comfort

“Oh nothing bad this time. I can fill you in, just not right now.”

She nods at your words and stays behind to add toppings to her pancakes.

When you walk back to the table you drop Loki’s plate in front of him and sit right next to him. “Would ya scoot over a little bit for me love?” you softly ask and Loki finds himself following your words before he can even question it.

By the time his brain processes what just happens, you’re leaning over his lap to give thor an extra hair tie and asking Bucky to pass you the syrup and butter, throwing Loki a quick wink when your eyes meet again.

Uncharacteristically flustered, Loki just stares at you with bewilderment. Unable to find any words to create a snarky comment, he eventually gives up and starts to eat his food.

Although he would never say it in front of everyone, all of the food on his plate tastes practically as good as the ones back home. Sure, it wasn’t the elegant dishes served at his infamous parties, but it reminded him of Mother’s home cooked meals on warm summer evenings.

Out of habit, he begins to look around the table for something to put on the unfamiliar round, pastry-looking thing on his plate. Even though you’re in the middle of laughing while reliving a mission with Sam, you instinctively hold the container of butter right in front of Loki’s face, without even a glance in his direction.

“Oh my gods don’t remind me! I felt like Eleven from that one tv show with the way blood dripped down my nose.” you replied with a laugh as Loki hesitantly took the dish from your hands.

You laughed and talked with the team for nearly an hour more until Tony reeled everyone back in.

“Alright, alright. Thank you Y/N, your Sunday brunches are always appreciated. Now, time to address the god-sized elephant in the room. Our Asgardian… pals, have come down to monitor hotspots of some random god/mutant/power mumbo-jumbo. More details will come on a need to know basis, the basics are in these folders Peter is passing out, but right now it seems like we’re in the scouting phase, trying to take preemptive measures. Y/N, I do want you to continue your training with Wanda and Sam, energy and hotspots seem just up your alley and you still have a lot to work on before stepping back into the field. Bruce, I’ll meet you in your lab after this. Thor, Steve, and Nat, you will be our main recon team. Everyone else, continue with your normal training. Just make sure you read your folders and, remember, you are all on call for the next few weeks. Meeting adjourned, go do your shit, avenge some souls, I don’t care just get out of my face and- what Clint?”

“I’m sorry but I don’t get it. Didn’t mysteriouso over there try to take over New York? Why is he back here?”

“Yes, why am I back here dear brother?”

“Ah, of course. Well, when father sent me down to check on Midguard, he ordered Loki to come along as part of his sentence. If something with these hotspots goes wrong, he can help us and will then repay his debt to New York.” Thor says matter-of-factly before standing up and bringing his plates into the kitchen.

“Of course. Makes perfect sense” Clint says, rolling his eyes and starting to clean up too.

While everyone begins cleaning you start making your way out of the room with someone’s eyes following you. Briefly stopping, you turn your head slightly without looking over your shoulders and say “Aren’t you coming”

When you turn left down an empty corridor you hear Loki huff and finally catch up to you. “What games are you playing mortal? Do you know who you are toying with? I am a god. What makes you think you can read my mind and-“

You turn around and gently cup Loki’s cheeks with both of your hands. Completely thrown off by the gesture, he immediately goes silent. “Okay, I can tell you’re flustered.”

In protest, Loki raises his voice and begins “I’m not-“

Cutting him off again, you gently rub one of his cheeks with your thumb and look into his eyes “It’s okay. Why don’t you take a deep breath with me, yeah? In…. Hold… And out…. Thank you”

Loki looks at you with a bewildered rage as he finds himself complying to your words yet again.

Once he calms down you gently remove your hands and continue speaking “Okay, let’s walk and I’ll answer all of your questions, yeah?”

You begin to walk while Loki stays behind, still bewildered at everything that just played out, causing you to have to link arms with him so he’ll keep up. You continue to talk “Okay, come on. I’m not playing any games. I know you don’t trust people easily but I have no reason to lie to you about anything. And I don’t think I’m toying with you, but frankly I don’t know what you mean by that. I’m not trying to use you because you’re a powerful god, if that’s what you mean. I have all the power I need. I just know what I see and what I feel and what I perceive and-“ with a sigh you stop walking and look the god right in his eyes “Loki, sweetheart, would you please stop trying to read my mind? I never read yours and you’re starting to give me a headache.”

“Sorceress! You’re doing it again. Why do you keep touching me and calming me down? Is it some ploy to steal my powers? What’s your angle? Oh. I bet you’re being nice to me so we can be allys, so you can have protection in case the big bad Loki ever tries to rule Earth again. Or maybe you’re being coy, trying to seduce me so you can get close and attack me when you think I’m weakest.”

Throughout his entire rant (?) Loki kept moving towards you, trying to intimidate you into cowering backwards. You don’t budge or react to any of his outbursts until the very end when you let out a slight giggle.

Noticing this, Loki moves even closer to you, bending his head down slightly so he’s at your level with a shit eating grin plastered across his face. “Ah, so I see I’m coming close. What, were you hoping your little stolen glances and flirty behavior would have me fawning over you, allowing you to manipulate and gain control over me? Oh, I bet you think you’re so smart. And- dear Odin! Why do you keep laughing?”

Covering your face, you take a deep breath and try to stifle your laughs. Once you regain your composure you move even closer to the god in front of you and place your hands on your hips.

“Loki, my love” Glancing down to his lips then back up to his eyes, you continue, “while I’m loving all this ‘will they / when will they’ tension between us right now, if I wanted to seduce someone into a quick fuck I would just go see your brother again. And as for my behavior, I was just being kind. Sure, maybe a little flirty, I didn’t realize you were such a prude. But don’t get mad at me because you blush like a schoolgirl every time I look at you. Or because there are butterflies flying in your stomach whenever I brush against you. And please, don’t try to read my mind again, I’m getting all of this from your aura, for lack of a better term.”

Loki just blinks at you for a few seconds before standing up straight and looking out the window behind your head, mumbling “I cant believe you fucked my brother.”

“Jealous much? And please, I find it hard to believe that you’ve never fucked your best friend before. Now come on, I have something I want to show you. Like I already said, I promise I’ll answer all of your questions if you just stick it out a little bit longer.”

Not even waiting for a response, you grab Loki’s hand and continue walking down the corridor, past different halls and doorways until you reach an old fashioned, forest-green, wooden door with special knots on the outside.

With your free hand you open the door and drag Loki inside with you until it shuts behind. Once the two of you step inside, torches along the side walls light up to revel a two story library. There are shelves upon shelves filled with books, each one telling a different story with dates ranging back to pre-colonialism. On the right side of the room, there is an enchanted fireplace paired with emerald green chaise lounges right in front of it.

Against the back wall is an oval shaped cascading pool that leads to a large bay window. The view overlooks an endlessly starry night that definitely resembles no place on earth.

Littered between aisles and bookshelves are dozens of arm chairs and sofas for leisure reading. In the middle of the room is a large, dark oak table, fit for writing, working, or dining.

Finally, against the right wall is a wet bar fully equipped with drinks and snacks that never replenish.

Once he has the chance to take everything in, Loki’s energy changes to that of a kid on Christmas morning. Cautiously, he proceeds to the bookshelf on the right of the fireplace, touching each different spine while he unconsciously pulls you with him, not letting go of your hand. It isn’t until he stumbles upon an old Asgardian novel that Loki speaks.

“What is this place? Where did you get this?” Looking down at The Book of Yggdrasill in his hands you smile and shrug “It was gifted to me from… an old friend. Well, maybe closer to an heirloom? The room, that is. Whoever posses the key is able to draw the door to this room wherever they want and an enchanted library is said to pop up. As it’s been past down throughout the generations people have added new features and new collections. I haven’t seen many Asgardian books, but my guess is that was put here by one of the previous owners. Please, look around. I’ll make us a drink.”

Absentmindedly, Loki just nods along while skimming over book titles and touching the spines of nearly half the books. “Uh, Loki, God of Mischief and everything, I can’t go until you let go of my hand sweetheart.”

“Oh- oh. Right.” he says while shaking himself out of the trance and letting go of your hand.

You make your way over to the bar while Loki continues to just ogle at the place you’ve brought him to. It isn’t until you’ve just finished making drinks that Loki saunters his way back over to you.

“Here, try this” you say while sliding the glass across the bar. Loki gives you a look and you roll your eyes. “It’s not bad and it’s not poisoned. Even if it was, what earth poisons would even affect an Asgardian? Would you like me to take the first sip?”

“Oh I’m sure someone will figure out one soon enough, so just in case.” Nudging the glass back to you you roll your eyes again and swipe your tongue across the flavored rim before taking a swig and swallowing, opening your mouth to show proof.

Hesitantly, Loki takes the drink from the bar and tries a sip while you explain the contents. “A shot of bourbon and chartreuse watered down over ice with roasted peppercorn and rosemary garnish topped with a rim of rosemary infused honey. I highly doubt it’ll even get you even buzzed but the flavor seems like you.”

Loki cocks his head to the side before taking another sip and saying “Not bad.”

“Awe, you love it, how cute. Now bring that with you while we sit on one of the couches. I said I’d answer your questions and I don’t back out on my word.”

When the two of you sit down, facing eachother on different arm chairs, he’s the first one to say anything. “Why bring me here when we just met?”

“Do you want the vague & mysterious answer or the transparent one that might drive you away?”

“Dealer’s choice.”

“Okay, in part i brought you here because I knew, or at least I had a feeling, that you would need a quiet and isolated space away from the team to chill out. Also in part because I love this place and we are going to fall in love so it only seems fitting.”

“Are you being facetious? Why do you keep saying that?”

“No, I’m being genuine. We are, or at least we have the potential to be, soulmates. Mmm, wait, that sounds cringey. Twin flames? True loves? Starseeds? Different cultures have different names for it, so I suppose that doesn’t matter, but you get the picture?”

“What makes you say these things, how do you know?”

“Mmmmmm basically I get visions sometimes, and while they don’t always make sense and they aren’t always from this life, they almost always provide useful.”

“So you’re a prophet?”

“Ha! No, most definitely not. Basically I’m really sensitive to energy so sometimes I get messages from other versions of myself, and other times I know when the smoke alarm is about to go off. That’s how I knew you were trying to read my mind earlier, and how I knew you weren’t really there when you first walked in with Thor.”

“Okay so mind powers?”

“Sure, mind powers”

“Then why me? If you really believe in soulmates or whatever you said, then why don’t you have someone with similar lineage? Someone who is at least from the same planet.”

“Because it’s always been you. Loki, you’re not destined to be alone. You deserve to be loved as much as anyone else... I can show you what I saw if you’d like.”

He has no visible reaction at your words however it almost seems like his eyes glossed over for just a second before he speaks again “How do you mean?”

Standing up you walk over to Loki and kneel on the floor right in between the gods legs. “Don’t get any ideas, I can literally feel the promiscuity oozing off of you.”

“I have yet to say anything darling.”

Rolling your eyes you take Loki’s hands and place them on either side of your head with his thumbs sitting on your forehead. “Read my mind and you’ll see.”

Glancing down at you suspiciously, Loki stares into your eyes while he slowly drifts off into your subconsciousness. Meanwhile, you focus and hone in on the vision you saw earlier when the two of you first met. Eventually, one by one, the scenes begin to fly by.

No matter what time, what world, what universe the visions were in, it was always you and Loki in your truest form.

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A/N: okay so this is quite possibly my favorite series I've ever started, I was thinking about making it a slow burn but I'm too impatient for that, and I'm already halfway through part 2, but I'm also mentally ill so I have no idea when it'll actually get published. lmk if you want me to create a taglist & add you!

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[bolontiku]

"YouTube"

Avengers AU - Quick Fic

Characters: Loki x Mutant!reader

Posted: June 20th

A/N: this is a draft dump, since I have not written anything.

WARNINGS: ??

Like, Comments, & Reblogs are always appreciated and loved.

Loki raised a brow.

You were a force to be reckoned with on the field, he had been partnered with you since you had come along. It seemed the two of you worked well together.

He found you crass and annoying, constantly chattering and the way you smiled… and yet here he found you alone in the common room. The lights turned out with the screen giving off the only bit of light. It seemed that you were constantly surrounded by others even when you followed him around. There was a bowl of cereal sitting beside you empty and the large screen in front of you showed an unmoving doll.

"-icked this doll up at the local thrift shop…"

He rolled his eyes and leaned against the doorframe, you had yet to pick up on his presence, which he found odd as you seemed to always find him in a matter of seconds. He looked back to the screen, a doll captivated you more than he?

In truth, he did not know much about you. Thor had brought you up several times but he ignored his brother's cajoling and brash laughter. You had worked solo before, and with others, though the latter he had heard you had trouble with. He scowled and made a mental note to look into your dossier, out of professional curiosity. One should know what they could of their teammates.

"- did you see it?" The whisper from the television set caught his attention once more.

The music from the TV built into tense string work. You made a small noise, quickly tucking your feet up under you and tugging one of the various blankets up around your neck, leaning slightly forwards. Were you in distress? He reached out and ran his fingers along the back of your neck, "Y/N-"

Your scream reverberated off the walls and he stumbled back as your small curvy frame jerked off the couch and you flew onto your feet.

Loki raised his hands, staring down the barrel of your psionic weapon. "Ah, tut tut!" He admonished you, two long fingers pushing the gun out of his face slowly.

You dropped your head and arms, exhaling loudly, the gun disappearing. "Why would you creep up on a person?!"

Loki furrowed his brow, "your powers?"

You dropped back onto the couch with a frown, "psychic abilities are always on but that doesn't mean I don't get distracted, I hear a million and one thoughts if I don't block it out sometimes. Am I not supposed to be safe here?!"

Loki said nothing as you settled and turned only to find your hand wrapped around his wrist. He grunted softly as you dragged him to the couch beside you. "It is a doll Y/N."

"An evil doll that moves by itself."

He said nothing as he settled beside you, surprised that you could make such an adorable face. Had you not faced evil countless times? And yet… he felt a shiver run down his spine as the doll moved an inch on the screen. What was it about innocence being twisted in such a way? "What is the purpose of this?" He asked with a huff.

"Shhh!" You scolded him, "YouTube scary marathon. You're stuck here now." You kept your eyes glued to the screen and kept your hand secured around his wrist, using your powers to recover your blanket and drape it over the both of you.

The narrator's voice settled over the room and Loki found he was more interested in the way your fingers felt wrapped around his wrist than what was on the screen.

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[6mommymilkers9]

Masterlist

Started: 07-31-22

Last Updated: 08-10-22 

Requests are open!!

Horror

Leprechaun x Stressed! Reader

Pennywise x Georgie’s Sister! Reader

Djinn x Male! Reader

KKFOS Shorty x Greaser! Reader

Ghostface x Reader

Candyman x Reader

Choptop x Soldier! Reader

Choptop Bath HC

Choptop Affection HC

Choptop Male!R HC

Living With Choptop HC

Choptop Kink HC

Choptop Vampire HC

Choptop x M!R Smut

Choptop S/O dying HC

Choptop Deaf S/O HC

The slashers comforting/distracting a grumpy S/O

first time having sex with Choptop

Going for a walk w chop top

First kiss with Choptop

Chop Top’s reaction to catching his S/O crying?

chop top x flesh eating succubus headcanons

How do you think Chop Top would react if a "trespasser" would start flirting w him/making dirty jokes instead of running?

Headcanons for chop top and his stuffed animals 

Spare Pennywise headcannons?

Ways Chop Top would make it obvious he has a crush?

pennywise sleeping with his s/o

otis driftwood with a sadistic s/o hcs?

Pennywise is a short s/o?

cuddle headcanons for Drayton

Falling asleep w chop top

NSFW Drayton headcanons?

Pennywise, Jason, and Chop Top reactions to their S/O pushing them into a chair and giving them a filthy lap dance?

How do you think Otis would react to having a s/o who's a necrophiliac?

Pennywise seeing his s/o after his 27 year slumber?

chop top and otis headcanons where they borrow clothes with their s/o and visa versa

how would choptop react when his s/o is injured

chop top with a pregnant s/o

sick choptop hc

Fear is a powerful thing - Joker 

The woman made of light -Joker

Bright Burns and Lights-Jack Skellington

First kiss headcanons for the Sawyer brothers?

TMNT (2012, Bayverse, 1987, ROTTMNT, 1990)

The Turtles walking in on you training..with an interesting playlist (2012)

TMNT Bayverse! Turtles hearing GN! Reader sing to a different type of music (Bayverse)

TMNT Bayverse Turtles to their s/o saying they know how it feels to be discriminated especially of something that they can't control (Bayverse)

Stakeout - Bayverse! Leonardo x Reader  (Bayverse)

Supernatural

Take it all away - Gabriel x reader

My favorite - Gabriel x reader

honey bees - castiel x reader

With Death Comes Love - destiel

James Bond Gets Fucked Roughly By Colonel Sanders

Resident Evil Village

Karl Heisenberg Hand Holding Headcannon

Going to Lowe's With Heisenberg Headcannons

Karl Heisenberg Comfort Headcannon

The Four Lord's With A Pregnant S/O Headcannons

The Four Lord's Reacting To You Coming Home

The Four Lord's Dealing With Your Rebel Phase Headcannons

The Lord's Reacting To You Crushing On Moreau

Lady Dimitrescu and Karl Heisenberg Reacting To A S/O Who Loves Dinosaurs

The Four Lord's Being Obsessed With You

Crystalized

Good Omens

Hell can wait -Beelzebub x reader

Loki

Late Night's

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[chiptaylorsfirst]

Your Wildest Dreams

Word Count: 3,424

Pairing: switch!Jötun!Loki x switch!male/fem!mutant!Reader

Warning: Anal sex, creampie, degrading kink, slight praise kink, spanking, hair pulling, fingering, oral sex (male receiving), mentions of pegging, slight exhibitionism, (I think that's all. I'm not sure.)

Summary: Loki is a bit concerned about you while you're asleep but once he figures out what you're dreaming about, he is surprised but ready to make it happen.

You had been fast asleep with Loki on your side, watching your beautiful face. You started to squirm, letting out inaudible noises. Loki looked at you, concern in his eyes. He hoped it wasn't a nightmare. He leaned forward a little and heard you whisper his name. A smirk replaced Loki's worried face and he slowly lowered himself to cuddle with you.

"A naughty little girl you are. Let's see what you're thinking in that mind of yours." He placed a hand on your forehead, finally seeing what you were dreaming about. You were getting fucked hard and rough by Loki, his chest against your back. He was putting you in positions of all sorts, changing you into different genders as he did it. You were being his sex toy and you were enjoying it.

Loki removed his hand from your face. He was surprised and in awe. He knew that you were nowhere near innocent but he didn't think that you were this filthy. It turned him on greatly and he already felt himself becoming hard. He thought of a plan to get you to talk with him about it.

He placed a kiss on your head to wake you up and your eyes fluttered open with a smile. "Morning, darling." "Morning, Loki." His eyes glinted with mischief. "Sleep well?" You felt yourself blush at the question. "Yes." Your mind went to your dream and you felt your pussy clench at the thought. Loki looked into your eyes, already knowing how you were feeling.

He saw that expression on your face millions of times, aroused and excited. "Darling, would you mind telling me about that dream? I've seen you look at me like this and I have a premonition that it wasn't at all innocent." You smiled up at him, feeling a bit bold.

"It wasn't, Loki, not even a little bit. It was so wrong but so right," you explained. "It started off sweet, you were kissing me and we were on vacation. You had gave me chocolate, flowers, Y/F/F. It was all nice and then it just escalated." He sat beside you, his mouth beside your ear. "What exactly did it turn into, Y/N?"

"Well, I was a bit of a bad girl," you started. "I pulled your hair, bit your lip, needed to be put in my place." You let your words sit for a while, before speaking again. "And well, you tied me down and edged me a couple of times. Then, you made me shapeshift into a man and fucked me. You kept changing my gender from male to female, making me experience the best of orgasms I've ever felt."

A large smirk was plastered on his face. "Do you want that, dearest?" You nodded your head eagerly. "Use your words." "Yes, please." He placed a kiss on your forehead, showing his tender endearment towards you. "When do you want it?" Although your brain was clouded by lust, you managed to remember something. "After the event." Loki's eyebrows screwed together in confusion at your comment.

What event do you speak of?" "We're supposed to go to that banquet with your family this morning, remember?" Loki let out an irritated sigh and rolled his eyes at the thought. "I'm going to take a shower. Wanna join?" He knew that you were trying to make up for it with a morning quickie and have your sex session later and although Loki was very patient, his patience had become thin this week and he wouldn't be able to contain himself. "No, thank you." You made your way to the shower yourself, a little bit upset that Loki wouldn't join. After your shower, you dried yourself and found an elegant dress for you to wear. It was green with gold accents and it had a split. You wore a black necklace that had Loki's viking symbol, knowing he'd love seeing you this way. To top it off, you wore black heels along with it and made sure to slip on some matching knickers. You smirked at the thought of what Loki would do to you after this banquet. You couldn't wait. "Loki, can you help me with my zipper please," you called out.

You heard his footsteps quickly approaching and you were met with his arms wrapping around your waist. You looked at him in the mirror, a smile on your face. He placed a kiss on your forehead. "You look absolutely stunning, dear. You look so wonderful in my colors." You hummed in agreement. He placed his large hand against your stomach as his other hand occupied itself with your dress. His long, slender fingers grasped your zipper and zipped it up easily. He placed a kiss on your sweet spot, making you wet. "You drive me insane whenever I see you like this, so submissive and vulnerable just for me."

"Only for you." He smiled against your skin and placed his hand into yours. "I love you so much, darling but I cannot promise to be at all gentle." The two of you walked out of your chambers and started to the castle. "Then don't, be as rough as you like." He placed a kiss on your cheek and grimaced as you finally made it to the banquet.

"Brother, for a moment I thought you and Lady Y/N would be late," Thor's loud voice boomed. "Unfortunately, that isn't the case." "Awe, Loki don't say such things. You know we're glad you're here," Frigga said in a reassuring tone. "I'm sure Odin feels the same, hmm," Loki responded.

You rubbed his back as a small display of affection. He calmed down and the two of you went to sit at the table. Odin and Frigga sat across from you as well as Thor. Lady Sif, Fandral, Balder, Hogun, and Volstagg all came in and seated themselves. "We are here to congratulate you all for protecting the Nine Realms and tending to its needs ," Frigga began. Food and drinks were passed out by the servants and all that was spoken of was how wonderful Thor led all the others for fighting. Loki rolled his eyes at the conversation at hand. Half of the things that they accomplished wouldn't even had been possible without him.

He grew tired and bored with the event and thought of something to amuse himself. "Slip your panties off for me," he whispered in your ear. You gave him a questioning look before reluctantly doing as you were asked. "Good girl." You almost choked on your food at his statement. You covered it up by laughing. "My apologies, Loki just said something very funny." They went back to their conversation at hand before turning their attention to the two of you. "So, when do you plan on marrying," Lady Sif asked curiously.

You felt a phantom hand bunch up the skirts of your dress before you felt a finger delve into your folds. You bit your lip, drawing blood. "We're planning on it in June," Loki responded. Everyone nodded their heads quietly at the statement. Your engagement ring sparkled, the emerald stone shining. "You are quite lucky to have a girl like Y/N. I would've thought you'd marry a harlot," Fandral said. Laughter filled the room and Loki rolled his eyes. "I have far better taste." The phantom fingers curled in that special spot. "Mm, food's very good."

You made sure to cover yourself once again from getting caught. "Loki," you whispered out. "Please stop." "But you don't want it to stop," Loki whispered out. You reached for your drink but felt a tongue on your clit. You placed it back on the table, biting your lip once again. "Y/N, are you okay," Thor asked in a concerned tone. "Yes, I think it's just allergies." Odin let out a huff in response. "See, I warned you two about mortals. They always have these illnesses that they have and they always die from it." Loki let out a sigh as Odin started his speech about why mortals are no match for a god.

"Excuse me, your majesty, but I am a mutant, not a mortal." The king across from you sighed. "That isn't worthy enough." "You shouldn't be worthy enough to be king," Loki responded. "Please don't. The last thing we want is for an argument to happen between you both. We're here to rejoice and celebrate about the wonderful achievements you have all successfully accomplished, not to dishonor our family." Loki huffed in response. He didn't want to further upset his mother. You placed your hand on Loki's thigh once you felt a phantom tongue working on your cunt.

"Please take that frustration out on my body, your highness. I would love to take it all," you whispered in his ear. You felt the phantom tongue go faster and you felt your orgasm quickly approaching. You tried your best to hold in the noises and made sure to keep eating. You still tried to do your best to pay attention to the conversation at hand. You nodded every once in a while, squirming slightly at what Loki was doing. "The banquet has been wonderful, your majesty but I must excuse myself and leave you all. I need to check on my mother," Hogun said. You all nodded your heads quietly in acknowledgement of his urgent need to see his mother.

She was very ill. You felt a powerful and pleasurable sensation between your legs and you knew you were close. "L-loki." "I know, darling. Let it go for me." Your face contorted and green surrounded you. "Fuck," you whispered out. "What did you do?" A smile covered his lips. "I had to create some sort of illusion. No one is allowed to watch you in such a state except me." His possessive side turned you on further and you clenched your thighs together. You were still panting from your previous orgasm and you began to speak.

"Are we going to continue this now or later?" Loki placed a wet kiss on your shoulder. "We'll have to wait. They're almost finished." You both went back to your seats and Loki let his illusion slip away. He used his Seidr to secretly conceal your panties. "I thank you all for gathering here and I congratulate you all once again for your wonderful work of protecting Asgard. You are dismissed. Enjoy yourselves," Frigga said. You and Loki walked out of the castle and straight to Loki's chambers. Not a word was exchanged until you made it to the door. You eagerly opened it and Loki locked it behind you. He quickly pinned you against the door and started to kiss you feverishly, eagerly, as if it were the last kiss he'd have. His hand cupped your ass, signalling you to jump.

You obeyed and he picked you up and carried you into the bedroom. He threw you onto it, a smirk on his face as he started to undress. He snatched off his tie and placed it on the dresser. He made sure to discard the rest of his clothing into a pile he created on the floor. His eyes were fixed on you as his naked body was finally on display. You looked at him then at his body. Heat spread all throughout your form. He was totally beautiful in every single way. "Loki, please come here. I need to feel you." Loki walked to your still clothed body and stayed there. You realized this wasn't a normal occurrence, you being fully clothed and him being fully bare and him actually obeying you. It seemed as if it were all in your head. You hugged him, pulling him closer to you. Your hands touched his abs then his back. You pressed his body down against yours and kissed him.

"Please use your natural form with me." Loki was reluctant but he did as you asked and allowed his insecurity to fade away. You smiled as you saw his skin covered in a pretty blue with ridges and patterns all around. His crimson eyes looked into yours. "Do as you want with me." Loki flipped your body over almost as quickly as the sentence left your mouth. He removed your dress from your body and threw it in a corner. He was surprised once he flipped you over to find that you had no underwear on at all. "You naughty little thing, not wearing a bra under that dress of yours." You smiled as you responded. "Didn't think I needed one." "Oh, if only I'd have known that sooner." He started his attack on your body, kissing and marking it up wherever he pleased.

"Time to made your wildest dreams come true, darling. Just give in to me." He changed your body quite quickly and observed your male form. He found himself getting more aroused at the sight of you. You looked just as beautiful in your male form as you did in your natural form. He placed a kiss on your forehead then went to your neck. You let out small moans and groans as he kissed and sucked your neck. "You're so beautiful." You kissed him again, your boner feeling to hard to bear. "Loki," you begged. "Please." He wrapped his hand around your large cock and started to jerk you off, slowly at first. You moaned at the new feeling but it wasn't enough for you.

You yanked Loki off of you and sighed. "Kneel for me, now." He raised an eyebrow at your request but did it obediently. "Open your mouth and suck my cock." He did as you asked, his tip purple and already leaking pre cum. You threw your head back at the feeling of his warm mouth engulfing you. "Fuck, you're so good for me." He bobbed his head up and down, making sure to lick your veins as well. He then took all of your length into his mouth and sucked on it. You let out a long string of moans and felt him move off of you. "Please fuck my mouth." You smiled down at him. You bucked into his mouth suddenly and he grabbed your hips to stable himself. You pulled his head back by his hair and he looked into your eyes. You practically came at the sight. "Fuck, you look so beautiful like this. You went faster into his mouth and he did his best not to choke.

His eyes were watering and his face looked flushed. You felt yourself nearing your climax and white streams of cum filled his mouth. He eagerly swallowed and got up. "You taste so good, Y/N. Let me fuck you." You nodded your head. He placed you on your back and spread your legs open. You were already hardening again as you looked at Loki's member. His hands were on your chest as he slid into you. You let out a moan at the feeling and wrapped your legs around him. He rutted into you, his pace fast and quick. Your nipples were hard and you felt him go impossibly deeper into you. He was hitting your prostate, making your toes curl at the feeling. He intertwined your fingers together as he continued fucking you.

Your eyes were rolling and you were seeing clouds. Loki was close to cumming. His thrusts were getting sloppier and more urgent. "Loki," you moaned out. "Be a good boy and cum for me." You let out a loud moan and cum shot out from your cock. You felt Loki's cum rush into your arse and you cried out at the feeling. Loki looked at your stomach and sighed. "My little boy's made a mess." He leaned down and licked your cum from your stomach. "Loki, I'm tired," you gasped out. "Two more rounds, okay?" "Okay." Loki smiled at you. "I need you to fuck me, please." Your eyes were surprised at the request. You got up and went behind him. Loki arched his back, his ass in the air and his stomach flat against the mattress. You touched his cold skin and smirked to yourself.

Your hand smacked his ass and an involuntary moan spilled from his mouth. "Does my naughty boy like being spanked?" "Mhm." You smacked his other cheek with more force. "Use your words." "Mm, pet, you're turning me on greatly," Loki said, his voice slightly deeper. Your cock twitched at the name. "Answer me, Loki. I don't mind punishing you." You smacked his arse again and he hissed at the feeling. "Yes, I enjoy it tremendously." You leaned over him a little and placed a kiss on his cheek. "You're such a naughty little whore for me. aren't you?" You pressed your tip on the outer part of his hole. You nibbled on his ear. "Answer me." "Yes, Y/N and only for you." You pressed his face against the mattress and rose up.

You had done this before by pegging him but never with his natural form. You spread his cheeks and slowly thrusted into him. Normally, you'd bottom out but you decided not to just to see Loki's reaction. You started at a fast pace, making Loki's toes curl instantly. Your name mixed with curses spilled from Loki's mouth. His moans, groans, and grunts were music to your ears. You pulled his hair, making his back meet your chest. "You like that, Loki? Feels good, hm?" You dropped Loki's head, going impossibly faster and deeper. "Mm, fuck." You nails dug into his hips. "What did I tell you about not answering me?" "Fuck, sorry. Just, mm, so good." You punctuated your thrusts. "You like being my pathetic cum dump, hmm? Don't you? I bet you want me to cum inside your little hole for you." He let out more moans. "Yes, mm, more please."

"Such a good, pretty whore for me." Loki moaned your name and his cock twitched. "You can cum now." He did as you asked and you came inside of him. Only a little bit leaked out which you scooped onto your fingers and gave to him. He eagerly sucked on them and smirked. "My turn now, pet." He got up and sat on the bed, beckoning you to come towards him. You obeyed and he kissed you. Your bodies were pressed against each other's and you were straddling him. He changed you back into your natural form and you instantly let out a moan at the feeling of his tip brushing your cunt. He instinctively grabbed your boobs, almost as if he were welcoming them back. "I want you to ride me." You nodded quietly then tried to position yourself before he pushed you away. "Turn around." You suddenly fully understood what he wanted.

You turned around and lowered onto him, feeling him spread your cheeks open. You moaned at the feeling, your cunt engorged and red from being empty. You started to bounce as Loki thrusted. His hips met your pace you set and strings of moans were being released from you. Loki's hands were on your breasts and he was toying with your nipples as he continued. You were close to your orgasm already, not needing much to push you over the edge. You went faster and Loki quickly followed. He could sense that you were close and he smiled to himself. He changed your form back and forth from male to natural. You felt both orgasms blending together and you screamed his name.

He changed you back into your natural form once again and he started to finger you. You came seconds later and he followed suit. He helped you get off of him and the two of you kissed. This time it was more tender and sweet, soft. You brushed a strand of hair away and smiled. "That was very intense but fun." "Agreed, darling." He laid down and you laid on his chest. He used his Seidr to clean the sheets as well as your bodies. He stroked your hair quietly and started to shapeshift back into his Æsir form. "Please, don't. Stay like this for a while, please." He did as you asked. "That was fun. We should do that again sometime." You smiled at him. "I want to try it with Lady Loki." He smirked at you. "You should get some sleep first before mentioning things like that around me." Eventually, you did take a nap and you woke up to Loki reading Norse poems in a calm, soothing voice.

#jotun form #jotunn #loki laufeyson #loki x you #loki x y/n #loki x reader #loki smut #loki x reader smut #loki x female reader #loki x male reader #loki x mutant reader #jotun loki

[j-nope-not-today]

Masterlist

A/N: This is my first time making a masterlist so if there are any errors with the links, please let me know. Requests are closed!

Genre:

Fluff: 🥰

Angst: ⛈️

Crack: 😂

Smut: 🥵

BTS Masterlist

The Maze Runner Masterlist

Victorious masterlist

Bernard the elf Masterlist

SPN Masterlist

Loki Masterlist

TMNT Masterlist #2

TMNT Masterlist

Reactions:

TMNT reaction to s/o drawing them. 🥰😂

TMNT reaction to s/o who cooks for them. 🥰😂

TMNT reaction to s/o who's scared of the dark. 🥰

TMNT reaction to s/o who sleeps with a stuffie. 🥰

TMNT reaction to s/o that plays an instrument. 🥰

TMNT reaction to s/o who's super clumsy. 🥰

TMNT reaction to s/o who's always sleeping. 🥰

TMNT reaction to s/o that never sleeps 🥰

TMNT reaction to s/o that has piercings. 🥰

TMNT reaction to s/o being pregnant. 🥰

TMNT reaction to feeling the baby kick with s/o. 🥰

What the TMNT babies would look like. 🥰

TMNT reaction to saving s/o from getting mugged/attacked. 🥰⛈️

TMNT reaction to s/o being sick. 🥰

TMNT reaction to s/o dying. ⛈️

TMNT reaction to listening to s/o's music. 🥰🤣

TMNT reaction to s/o with anxiety 🥰

TMNT reaction to a mom-friend s/o 🥰😂

TMNT reaction to s/o having quadruplets. 🥰

TMNT reaction to s/o being a stoner. 🥰

TMNT reaction to s/o who carries around a stuffie 🥰

TMNT reaction to Splinter with a young s/o. 🥰😂

TMNT reaction to s/o who's a sea monster. 🥰🤣

TMNT reaction to male s/o with tough skin. 🥰

TMNT reaction to s/o turned into a child 🥰

TMNT reaction to s/o with stickers on their face 🥰

TMNT reaction to s/o petting their shell 🥰

TMNT reaction to finding out s/o is crushing on them 🥰

TMNT reaction to s/o who's super crushing on them 🥰

TMNT reaction to s/o who plays hockey 🥰

TMNT reaction to comforting you, their turtle sibling. 🥰

TMNT reaction to s/o who can fight 🥰

TMNT reaction to finding out their s/o didn't really die ⛈️🥰

TMNT reaction to passing out when s/o is in labor 🤣🥰

TMNT reaction to s/o that has to sleep with their pet. 🥰

A lesson with splinter 🥰😂

TMNT reaction when they get the "urge" with pregnant s/o 🥵🥰

TMNT quotes 😂

How TMNT would hug 🥰

TMNT reaction to christmas 🥰

TMNT reaction to s/o helping to defeat shredder and being turned into a mutant ⛈️🥰

TMNT reaction to crush asking to be carried. 🥰

TMNT reaction to s/o with a lip biting problem 🥰

TMNT reaction to sea monster reader 😂🥰

TMNT with reader who gets overstimulated and nonverbal 🥰

TMNT reaction to meeting their s/o for the first time. 🥰

TMNT meeting s/o's ex 🥰

TMNT reaction to s/o that gets lightheaded 🥰

TMNT reaction to s/o dressed as a guy 🥰

Raphael:

Deal. 🥰

Big boy 🥰

Pick me. 🥰⛈️

I want to fight ⛈️🥰

Took you long enough 🥰

Forgive me ⛈️🥰

Roller derby 🥰

Play with me? 🥵🥰

Leonardo:

Snow White. 🥰

Do you like me. 🥰😂

Leo! 🥰😂

Pick me. 🥰⛈️

Donatello:

I'll be waiting. 🥰

I like you. 🥰

Better with you. 🥰

Staring problem. 🥰🤣

Late night 🥰😂

Date night 🥰😂

Your Highness pt.1 ⛈️🥰

Your Highness pt.2 ⛈️🤣

Donnie reaction to s/o who has poor health and is pregnant 🥰

First time 🥵🥰

Answer the question 🥰

Dating Donnie 🥰

Donnie with s/o who has depression/self-harm issues 🥰

Pop tarts 🥰

Look at the stars 🥰

Nervous 🥰

Nightmare 🥰

Gossip Boy 🥰

Incoming message from: Donnie 💜. 🥰

Game night 🥰

Beautiful boy 🥰

Don't cry 🥰

Shhh 🥰

Ick challenge 🥰

I'll stay 🥰

It's a date ⛈️🥰

Donnie sass off 😂

We should just kiss 🥵😂

Michelangelo:

My Hero 🥰

Broken Heart. ⛈️

Mine. 🥵🥰😂

Don't Worry. 🥰

#teenage mutant ninja turtles x reader #bts x reader #the maze runner x reader #masterlist #victorious x reader #supernatural masterlist #loki masterlist

[misschris1412]

numéro 2 nouveau cover

#sebastian stan #fanfiction #james bucky buchanan barnes #bucky barnes #tom hiddleston #sebastian stan crackship #loki laufeyson #marvel #chris evans #steve rogers crackship #dark steve rogers #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers x oc #steve rogers #teresa palmer #xmen #loki x oc #steve rogers x reader fluff #avengers #mutante #mutivers

[diejager]

Bittersweet Devotion pt.2

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x fem!reader

Cw: angst, heartbreak, mention of cheating, mention of death, no happy ending, apology, tell me if I missed any. wc: 9.3k

Previous

Your universe, Earth-XXX, was a parallel one to Earth-616 in some sense. You had a Peter Parker, a Gwen Stacy and a Mary Jane Watson, it had everything down to the death of Ben Parker and the devastation it brought to your friend. It was the same year as Spider-Man 616’s world, it had the same political standing and same history. Your world, like many others, was a near carbon copy of 616, down to the smallest things; but like others in the spiderverse, you had differences. Some were minor changes in the course of its canon story, others were major changes in the characters and the era.

You - like Miguel, Miles, Jess, Hobart (he liked going by Hobie), Patrick and Patriv - were one of those major deviations in the original canon. You didn’t exist - or so you thought - in Peter B. or Peter’s universe even though you lived in the same year. The reason might be that in the reality, the sum of all potential universes that paralleled each other, created the multiverse - the Spiderverse. 

The concept of it seemed strangely unlimited, the infinite possibilities to a different ending or a different start for its world. The multiverse was, in some sense, as old as time, a culmination of everything made imaginable by man. Found in ancient texts - the Puranas, ancient Hindu mythology - that expressed the infinite number of universes with their gods and principles. Whereas Persian literature - tales - touched the idea of learning about alternate universes that were similar, yet distinctly different from theirs. 

Misconstrued by many, the strangeness of it was deemed a danger, the unknown possibilities were feared by people of older age, but venerated in the past as it was in the present for the unfathomable possibilities. It exists in fiction, where they borrowed the idea of many worlds within a reality from myths, legends and religion. Heaven, Hell, Olympus and Valhalla were all reflections of a familiar world, a material realm for the blessed, the sinful, the gods, and the worthy. The similarities sometimes frightened you, how close the people were to knowing of the reality you all lived in. The tangibility of crossing worlds and bringing about chaos to every string, every realm, every material form of the multiverse. 

They, after all, were real, Hell as much as Heaven in your universe. Gods from every religion, either monotheistic or polytheistic, some you’d personally seen are Thor and Loki, brother and sons of Odin the Allfather, and the God of Thunder and Mischief respectively. Another was a big crocodile lady, Ammit, from what you’d heard from the all-knowing Dr. Strange. From God to Norse and Egyptian gods, from angels and demons, and from humans to mutants, your plane of existence was as wide as it could go without drifting off the edge and causing a mass domino effect within the multiverse.

You were curious, naturally so for a scientist, exploring the worlds that felt familiar to you but you hadn’t truly grasped -  different, yet similar. You hadn’t given a second thought to exploring yours. After all, why explore yours when your horizon was as broad as you imagined it, unperturbed by any limits when it came to the multiverse? The eternal and unlimited growing number of realms in your expanding reality.

Perhaps that was the reason why you hadn’t known your universe had its own Miguel O’Hara. You rarely came back for anything, you had everything you’ve ever wanted in Nueva York, Earth-928. You have friends who could truly understand you, people who stood beside you when you fought, youngsters who looked up to you for mentoring and a dream- or it was a dream. Dreams, not dissimilar to wishes, were hopeful, naive in a way, they came and went. Some dreams would come true, while others fell, like the fallen stars that crossed the night sky.

Yours simply happened to be a fallen one, one not meant to happen and become greater. You let it go after he dropped you, after he turned his back and let his mouth run unperturbed. He brought her up, someone he swore he would remember but left in the past. A new chance to become something, to become whole again, and Miguel took it. He wanted to start anew, fresh with someone he never met, you wanted the same; you both had what you wished for, until he put his foot down, cutting the thin web that connected both your lives.

It broke your heart. Months of patience and anxiously stepping around each other, nervous about breaking the trust freshly built between you both, lost in a few weeks. You were brittle, heart fractured and threatening to fall further apart if someone was any crueller to you. The smallest glare, the tiniest scoff or the weakest remark would send you reeling into the abyss of heartbreak and the throes of anguish. Yet somehow, you found yourself being led away by a copy of the Miguel you loved. 

He mumbled apologies as he held you tightly, his arm over your shoulder as he cradled you under his umbrella, hastily urging you to follow his guidance. If it were any other person, you would’ve been wary, cautious of any strangers that touched you so closely and chaperoned you so quickly; but this was Miguel, a man you trusted and that you still trusted wherever he came from. Earth-XXX’s Miguel O’Hara was still similar to the one you knew, someone you could trust. You did.

He led you to his flat, someplace near Alchemax’s building in Manhattan, a safe neighbourhood for the richer citizens of Manhattan. A cozy place of neutral tones and muted colours, yet warm as he welcomed you - a stranger as of yet - into his home. He had machinery strewn around, reports stacked on his coffee table and smaller things he had been tinkering about decorating his home. As a geneticist, he liked to play with machinery, having drawn his designs and models, built his creations from scratch and worked from the base programming to make something better. At least Miguel from Earth-928 did, and it seemed this one did as well. 

You stood in his shower, where he left you in a frenzy to bring you dry clothes, drying out your hair with the towel he motioned you to use. You doubted that he had anything your size, his broad shoulders and his towering height, nothing he had in his draws - and the boxes he stowed away in his closet - would fit you. They would drag down your ankle and sit low on your collar. Granted, you were soaked down to your socks and had no temporary clothes to cover yourself with during your stay. 

You had stripped from your soaked clothes and patted down your wet skin, shivering from the cold that clung to your bones even after Miguel had increased the heater in the small confines of the bathroom. It was small but big enough to move around and stretch your arms comfortably. You hadn’t felt the cold until he brought you to his bathroom, the numbness of the past months weighing heavily on your shoulders and the bleeding of your heart made everything seem so meaningless. The colours draining from the world around you, a once bright New York turned grey, the monochrome tones of black and white mixing and interlacing to form even more boring shades. 

The vibrancy and life you once saw around you dulled and died suddenly, like the winters brought by Demeter’s devastation and sadness when her daughter was taken from her, stolen from the berth of flowers she liked frolicking about. How Demeter doomed the world to see her pain, to feel how she felt in the moments her daughter had to return to her husband than stay with Demeter. You felt laden by your faults and his actions. Doubtful of your relationship, of what led you both to such an ending. Had you been clearer or more forthcoming about your emotions, or had you confronted him for his behaviour, would you still be in his arms? 

Were you at fault for missing something you had relied on as comfort and safety? Could you be blamed for his reaction to your meddling in his affairs in the Society? Could you blame him for dropping those words on you? After all, being reminded or compared to a past lover was anything but gentle, the gut-wrenching envy and betrayal you felt flash through you was nearly drowning. It made you feel lacking, to be reminded of his old flame, the one he was about to marry and the person he seemed to love before all. Could you even compare to what she was; what she did? (Dina had cheated on him, you knew that, but he was truly happy in their moments of pleasure and domesticity. They were a family until she died.)

You were drowning in your self-made sorrow when his voice called you, grounding you to the room. Standing before a door, naked and shivering, arms wrapping the damp towel around your shoulders. He called again, cracking the door open to pass you the - his - clothes he thought would fit you. He coughed as you took your temporary wear, your cool fingers brushing his warm ones. It was a sudden and jerking contact, you pulled back jerkingly, a shamble of an apology and a thank you flew from your tongue. His chuckle was a reassurance in the complete quietness of the flat, his low voice reminding you of better times. 

The sweater hung loosely around you, dipping down your collar to expose your shoulder. It was warm, the cotton used to make it still soft after being stored away and the soothing scent of spice and pine deeply integrated into the fibres. The pants were stretched around your hips, the tight fabric thin and flexible under stress, hidden under the long shirt. The legs, however, swayed loosely around your limbs, too big for your calves, but tight enough to hug your thighs. He had certainly made sure to bring you clothes that would fit your frame. You hadn’t attempted to smell his pants, you thought it would’ve been too intrusive and disgusting to do so if only to smell a remnant of Miguel on his as you did on the sweater. 

Miguel was waiting for you in the kitchen, his back turned to you as you ambled towards him. His shoulders loose and back relaxed in the presence of a stranger made you appreciate how good-natured he was in most universes you’d been to. He turned his head, gesturing you to sit on the chair facing him on the island as he returned to something he was making while you changed. 

“I hope you don’t mind hot chocolate,” he started, voice light and hopeful as he turned to you, cup in each hand as he moved to stare at you. “I’m not one for tea.” He slid the warm mug into your hand, eyes watching your expression as he slowly sipped on the hot beverage. 

His eyes squinted slightly when your lips curled upwards, a smile hidden by the steaming mug. You cupped the mug, feeling the warmth of the freshly brewed drink, the steam rising in soft curls and melting in the cooler atmosphere. Tentatively, you brought the rim to your lips, slowly tilting the cup. The powerful taste of chocolate hit you strongly, the sweet and dark liquid melting the tension in your muscles until you could curl over the table with an appreciative sigh. 

“Thank you…” you knew his name, wanting to call him, but his reaction would be unwanted, the shock, fear and suspicion that would fill his beautiful, brown eyes. So you slurred your words, dragging out your voice until he could tell you his name himself.

“Miguel. Miguel O’Hara, ” he nodded, cocking his head upwards, pointing at you with his chin. “What’s your name? I can’t keep calling you Hey every time I want to call you.” His lips broke into a cheeky smile, teasing you when he saw that you’d comfortably melted into the drink and his island chair. He wanted to ease the tense atmosphere from before into something much calmer, to help the accumulated tension in your shoulders to fall like the rain that clouded the streets of New York.

You let out a hoarse chuckle, your throat still fresh from crying, and told him your name, trying to stabilise your shaking tone. His cheeky smirk tugged at your heartstrings, you hadn’t seen Miguel laugh or smile this freely in months. You missed it. The casual banter you shared and the on-and-off insults you’d hurl at one another, all good-natured insults meant to rile him. 

“Thank you, Miguel,” you nearly choked when you uttered his name, the wound still so fresh and bleeding it slip from your tongue easily. It brought up so many memories, both painful and joyful. Your eyes glazed over, tears threatening to fall once again, to paint your cheeks with agony that you - him, or perhaps both of you - had brought on yourself. “Thank you…”

Miguel hummed sympathetically, eyes staring down at his drink, deep in thought. Perhaps he was thinking of a way to invite you to share your problems, to tell him why you broke down on the street in stormy weather. Or maybe he was thinking of the fastest way to kick you out, to get rid of the mess you became. The silence, however, was reassuring, calming the nerves that followed the eerie calmness of Miguel’s den or the loud, hectic atmosphere of the Society. His warm, worrying gaze grounded you, the softness behind his concerned stare was heartwarmingly nostalgic.

“Difficult breakup?” His words seemed hesitant, unsure of his conclusion to the cause of your appearance. Unknowingly, he had struck gold, pinning down the right problem in your life with a few observations. Of course, he was observant and aware of his surroundings, why else was he so willing to bring you into his home? 

“How’d ya know?”

His sigh was telling, the deep, concerned and tired breath was only used when he knew that you wouldn’t tell him what ailed you, like the groan of a disappointed, yet worried father. 

“Because I know how it feels,” he says slowly, pensive over his words, picking them carefully to not damage you further than your ex had. He knew the pain of a harsh breakup, the pain and sorrow that followed, like a dark cloud that hovered over you whenever you were awake. 

“Why?” You croaked.

“Why?” he parroted, frowning at your question.

“Why did you invite me in? I’m a- a stranger to you, you don’t even know me. What if I’d been acting to mug you or potentially kill and steal from you? What’d you do then, Miguel?”

“I know the risks, but you didn’t, didn’t you? And wouldn’t, you don’t look like the person to harm another.”

You scoffed at his words. Didn’t and wouldn’t didn’t mean you would not do it later after gaining his trust, to stab him in the back after he helped you and nursed you. The simple, naïve idea that you didn’t look like a violent person was mind-blowing, it was stupid. How could he know if you didn’t mean harm later on? Like how Miguel never meant to harm you - he loved you - and yet in the end, he had. 

“That’s naïve,” you muttered, eyes closed as you drank the cooling beverage, the sugary drink trickling down your throat. 

“I’m confident in my ability to read people.”

He did seem confident in his ability, the straight back and the strong gaze in his eyes showed; and, maybe because you knew from experience that Miguel was observant and careful, he hadn’t gotten where he was by simply trusting people and following the herd. He tested and made mistakes, he learned from them each time and found a way to use it to his advantage. The Miguel you saw in every universe was similar in some ways, their good nature, their cunningness, their bravery and their intelligence. All aspects known to characterize Miguel O’Hara in all universes he existed in. 

You conceded to his will, head bowed and shoulders slack. You breathed shallowly, swallowing the lump in your throat:

“Yeah, what gave it away?”

You thought it would be the last of him you’d see in your life, you wished it wouldn’t, that you’d see him over and over, to feel what the Miguel from your universe had to give, but you knew it was wishful thinking, a wish thrown to the stars. Logically, he had no reason to call or text you after exchanging numbers days prior. He promised to call you, and he made you promise to call him if anything ever resurfaced, be it pain, anger, heartbreak or hate. You, instinctively, believed his word. 

You hated yourself for falling so easily to another Miguel, how you bent to his words and the sweet promises he uttered that night. There was no sign that he would keep his word, that he would see you again after your breakdown, except for his words and your belief in him. Then it wasn’t misplaced, all the trust and belief you had, since he called you, asking to meet up at a cafe. Miguel had set up a place and time for you when you replied with a croak, still feeling down. He had whispered reassuring words to you, urging you to meet him - he explicitly told you he’d feel offended to be stood up - and spend some time outside. The air was fresh and cool for an autumnal month, it wasn’t too cold that you were forced to wear a thick jacket, but it wasn’t warm enough for you to go out in a simple shirt. 

You were hesitant to take him up on his offer, knowing how easily you could rebound. You’d crash into Miguel’s open arms, searching for the love and affection he fed you like a lovesick puppy, but, then again, Earth-XXX’s Miguel was similar, yet different from his variant. It would be a lie if you told yourself you didn’t miss him, the soft smiles, the gentle touches and the affectionate words. You had spent so much time as his right-hand Spider that it felt odd not seeing him the following morning. It was a routine you’d formed: waking up in his bed, kissing him good morning, getting to work together and eating together. Everything you’d done in the past years was with Miguel from Earth-928 the routine, the rigidity, it was grounding, it was the only semblance of normalcy in the world you lived in.

Now, you had to face the possibility that you were too broken to see another Miguel, to hold a casual conversation and form coherent and normal sentences. The purposefully slow steps you took to the cafe picked after having a moment outside the glass front were telling in itself. You swallowed the little amount of saliva in your throat to soothe its dryness and walked through the doors of the quaint establishment. It was painted in calm, brown tones, rustic in design with a warmth that rivalled the comfort of your bed. It lifted a bit of the tension you had, shoulders slumping slightly as your eyes searched for a familiar mop of brown hair.

Laying against the brown sofa, he stared out of the wide window from his booth. The warm, morning lights caressed his cheeks, lighting up the sharp edges of his jaw and nose. He was sculpted in perfection, like the youthful beauty of Adonis, crafted with the meticulous and attention-catching hands of an artist that created what was thought to be a god’s beauty. You could spend your days watching him, catching every little detail of Miguel’s face under the changing lighting, but you were standing near the entrance and he was waiting for you. His words echoed in your mind: “Don’t forget about next week, I miss seeing you.”

His eyes flickered to you, blinking as he turned to you, flashing a smile. You returned the sentiment, a shaky smile lifting the corners of your lips. You sat across from him, eyes wandering the cafe to stare at anything but him, lest you wouldn’t be able to stop the rush of emotions that would light your face in a flush. He uttered your name, greeting you in a friendly manner. You nodded back, muttering his name, pushing down the wince whenever you said it. 

“Chocolate.”

The still-warm cup stared at you, light steam wafting over the reflective liquid. It was full, unlike Miguel’s cup, and drank down to the middle of the container. 

“Thank you.”

He probably wouldn’t let you repay him for the hot chocolate he bought you, the smile he gave you told you as much when your eyes flickered between his and your cup. The hot chocolate was a reminder of your night in his flat, where he lent you his shoulder to cry and his ears to listen. Embarrassment seemed to flash whenever you recalled the memory, how vulnerable you were to him, your walls broken down and your heart open. Though, Miguel didn’t seem to mind your fragility, giving you as much time as you needed. 

“How are you? I wanted to give you a few days to think before meeting again, I thought you might’ve needed the time alone.”

You nodded lamely, fingers curling around the warm porcelain, back slumped into the booth to hide from his knowing eyes. He was right, you had needed the time alone to clean yourself up, scour through your memories and tend to whatever mess you made of yourself. You were thankful. The last few days had brought revelations, how - both of - you had ignored the signs of a rupture in the relationship and continued to push on, like crossing a crumbling bridge. 

“‘M doing better. How- and how are you?”

He smiled at your attempt, you were trying on your own after a few - forced - encouraging words from Miguel. Maybe you’d learn to live with the pain, coexisting with the numbness that filled you until it dulled to a point where it would be barely acknowledged by you or anyone in your vicinity - where it wasn’t painted on your face with bright colours. Or the pursuit to forget it, pushing it into the farthest corner of your mind and heart, painting over the crack with glue. As long as you wouldn’t drown in your sorrows, ending up playing with dangerous substances to stay afloat while your mind sunk deeper into addiction and denial. 

He wouldn’t let you get that far, Miguel understood you and he lived through it as you did. Although his was a more violent breakup - she had cheated on him, his explosive reaction was natural - than yours, he hadn’t relied on anything but self-meditation and a lot of thinking. Like a friend - you were one by his standards, he’d invited you to his flat, you’d seen his organized chaos and ranted about your life while he comforted you with his shoulder and a cup of hot chocolate - he would stay by your side, hoping his support would be enough to help you.

“Great so far.”

His grin - somehow - grew even larger, enthusiasm gleaming in his eyes. 

Oftentimes, Miguel would be the one to call you, your phone ringing in the afternoon of the day prior with his soothing voice on the other end of the line. He spoke easily, finding the time to invite you out for the simplest reason, to talk, to make a drink, to have fun, and - your favourite by far - to see you. His initiative had you trying to double your efforts to heal, reaching outside of your boundaries and texting Miguel whenever you had a moment to yourself. You felt guilty that he was always the one to plan these outings, so you promised yourself that you’d become a better friend than you currently were. You even remembered his teasing tone when you called him for the first time:

”Aye, finally. I thought you’d never call me, chica. I felt neglected, thought you had forgotten about me for a second there.”

It started with the first coffee date, bickering about who would pay, pushing your card before the other while still seated at your table, frowning stubbornly and throwing promises about letting the other pay next time. Either way, Miguel rarely let you pay, coming atop as the winner of your little fight with his strength and height (you couldn’t exactly put all your force into your push, it could break bone and bruise the skin.).

Then it would be random meetings on the streets that would lead you to a random bench at the park, basking in the other’s presence, retelling your day and him nitpicking anything he could with a ridiculously criticising frown. He was playing, you knew he was. You did the same after you’d gotten more comfortable talking to him, it became easier to see him as a different - as his own - person. A few hits on the shoulder left and right, but it was mostly laughter at ridiculous expressions made to emphasize your disdain for a certain event.

The months that followed were a blur to you. Rather than going to a cafe or the park, you went to restaurants and crashed at one of your flats, yours if he wanted to play games and lounge about with food and drinks, and his if you wanted to watch movies (he had the best television you’d ever seen, such high definition and speed.) and tinker away at his inventions and theories. He was certainly happy that his new friend was another scholar in the field of genes and engineering (you were mostly into engineering than genes, but you knew a few things that you’d found interesting.). You could both gush - scientifically - about the possibility of gene splicing and lab-generated mutations in humans, like the mutant superheroes. 

You’d taken some liberties and went drinking, meeting at the same bar biweekly to relax after a few hard days at work. It served to loosen your nerves until either of you felt comfortable to chat up a storm about the most random subject. It’d been about the odd dent on the rim of his glass; then it’d be about how the sky was grey this week, there weren’t any warm, yellow rays blaring down on you when you went out; or it’d be about the distasteful cut of a man’s moustache. Drinking loosened your tongues, some words were said and some sentiments were shared, but none were truly taken seriously knowing you were tipsy - nearing drunk - those nights.

Every time you saw Miguel, you felt like you were rediscovering a part of yourself as well as him, the thing that made him so distinct and loveable. Miguel was expressive and honest, he slowly and gently let you down from whatever high you were, the pillar you needed to stand again after falling. He was so much different. It used to pain you how much they looked alike, but character-wise, they were like the two sides of a coin. It made you appreciate the delicate intricacies that made the multiverse.

You won’t - can’t - deny that you’ve grown fond of this Miguel as you did with the other one, but you couldn’t let yourself love him. He didn’t deserve someone broken and hashed into many lives: the masks you wore, the things you did, the secrets you hid, and the things you could do. He didn’t deserve someone who could bring him to his death; dying simply because he was connected to Spider-Woman; beaten simply because he knew Spider-Woman; kidnapped simply because they deemed him useful as leverage. All things that could go wrong haunt you. Miguel was human, he wasn’t a Spider, he wasn’t a superhero, and he wasn’t a vigilante. He was Miguel O’Hara, the geneticist working at Alchemax, with a brilliant mind and a kind heart. 

You cherished every part of him. That’s why you can’t let your heart lead, dedicate how you’d react to Miguel after the months you spent together. He was so close, yet so far; he was touchable, you could hold him, kiss him and hug him, but he was unattainable, you couldn’t tell him how much you loved him. You watched him with hidden love, showing your affection as platonic, a friend watching another. You had hardened yourself to your heart’s cries, for loving Miguel was a dangerous game-

“I- what?” you gawked at Miguel, wide eyes and mouth agape. You were shocked at the words that left his mouth, his soft, wet lips moving as he repeated the words.

“I love you.”

His cheeks were flushed, burning a soft red, it trailed to his ears and nape. His open collar - his jacket hung on the back of his chair and his shirt clung below his collar, a skin-tight shirt that hugged his sculpted chest sinfully, it hid little to the seeing eyes of the crowd and your drunk self. His sudden words had all but sobered you, shaking you into clear lucidity of his confession.

“You… love me?”

He blinked dumbly at you for a second, as if taking the time to absorb what he told you and what you repeated. Miguel was tipsy, not drunk. He smiled and nodded, a bashfully affectionate grin on his beautiful lips.

“Yes, is it so hard to believe, chica?”

He often called you chica, you thought it was a friendly term of endearment between friends (truthfully and regretfully, you knew little of Spanish, even with being in a committed relationship with an Irish-Mexican.). You just realised it was his pet name for you. All this time, he had given you his heart, and yet, you had denied him of yours. He was more playful and less burdened by life, it made him more teasing and smiling. The term chica somewhat made sense, a cuter and more playful way of calling someone you loved than the deep-meaning ones like mi cielo and mi vida, a play of words like a small secret between you. This secret hid behind names given between friends, a well-kept one, close to his chest but gifted to you. 

It might’ve once been - started - as friends, but it grew and festered in his heart until he found the time to express himself, to tell you how he truly felt for you - how he grew to care for you. He deemed this moment fine, bordering tipsy and nearing drunk, he’d be open, brutally honest but still aware of the words that left him. He wasn’t a lightweight anyway. 

You wanted to tell him you also loved him, but you couldn’t do it, mouth slightly open and eyes glazed with heartbreak, you simply stared at him in hesitancy. You opened your mouth once to reply and closed it, open and close, again and again until all you could do was stare at him. How were you supposed to answer him after the bomb he dropped? 

”Yes! I love you too!”

”Oh, Miguel, I love you too.”

”I- I love you as well.”

There were so many ways to express your feelings to the man who confessed, but none seemed to convey the true emotions that lay in your heart. You wanted to tell him you learned to love again thanks to him, that the time spent with him had made you open your eyes to the beauty that you were blinded by the pain and you slowly grew to care for - love - him as much as you did with Spider-Man 2099. He had the same smile, the same mind, the same heart, but he was more innocent, less burdened by disaster and happier. 

So you simply nodded. It made his smirk grow.

“Aye- would it be better if I called you ‘mi tesoro’ instead? It’s more straightforward, no?”

Even now, his words were light and playful, his tone affectionate as he leaned closer to you. You could see the mischievous glint in his warm, chocolate eyes (you thought that was why he liked serving you hot chocolate, it reminded you of his eyes.) and the curve of his lips as they moved to form words. You were transfixed by his beauty, mesmerised by the comforting hues and the sharpness of his cheeks, missing how close he was to you. 

“Or maybe-”

Softness caressed your lips, a plush, warm feeling that made you flush. He was kissing you, those pretty lips on yours. Your breath stuttered and you froze, but it didn’t stop Miguel’s initiative, a hand cradled your nape, holding you in place as he pushed himself closer to you. He moved against you, tongue slipping from his mouth and tentatively laving over your bottom lip, asking for something. 

He was so warm, so caring. You could just close your eyes and follow his lead - you did. He pushed harder, yet the kiss stayed soft and passionate, he lightly nipped your lip and soothed the stinging with his warm tongue, beckoning you to open your mouth for him. Your lips parted, opening up for Miguel to dive in, muscle meeting yours halfway and curling over yours. He still cradled your head, fingers running through your loose hair and tilting your head backwards, giving him more space to show you how much he loved you. Your arms, somehow, found themselves wrapped around his neck, pulling him as close to you as he was pushing himself against you. 

His kiss was loving, his hold was careful and his touch heartwarming. You almost regretted having to pull away, but you had to breathe, your lungs starving for air after having been devoured by Miguel’s adoring kiss. The moment you opened your eyes (you didn’t know you had closed them while you kissed), his smile greeted you, a lovesick one bubbling with unending joy. You almost choked from how it fit so well on him. 

“That’s- that’s one way…” you spoke between breaths, chest swelling with every erratic pant, matching his similarly worn-out breathing.

That was all he needed from you. Your kiss was enough for him to know you loved him the same, a patient and gentle love he was willing to give you. Your heart pulsed strongly, lips curving and eyes squinting, you pushed yourself closer to his heat, his all-encompassing warmth that wrapped around you when you wanted to feel safe and loved. Your world couldn’t be any brighter, like the vibrant colours of blooming flowers when Persephone was given to her mother, where the snow melted and colours washed over the lands once more, painting the blank white and dead grey in joyous tones. It glowed brightly and warmed you like the summers that followed the melting ice, the clear, blue skies of Olympus and as freeing as the soaring hawks and skipping elks.

Letting go was far harder than loving. To let the person who you let in leave felt emptying, it left a gaping hole in his heart. Where it was once calm, struck a raging storm of rejection and regret, crashing waves the size of Poseidon’s rage and violent storms the strength of Zeus’ retribution. It hurt watching you walk beside a variant of himself, a happier and lighter version of him without his mutations or duty. You were the Spider-Woman of your universe so there wouldn’t be a second one unless there was a catastrophic canon divergence. 

He hadn’t followed you at first, respecting your wishes of being left alone. He had to give you that much, at least, after those months spent beside his ignorant ass. He hadn’t seen it until it was too late, lost under the weight of his duty and fears that he’d forgotten he had people who cared, who felt, who loved. It was too late, it was always too late with him. If he couldn’t fix his first mistake, who’s to say he could fix this? He couldn’t save his first daughter or his second’s universe because it was falling apart. He couldn’t save anyone because he hadn’t realised his mistake in interfering in canon events, and he lost you because he couldn’t stop his vitriol, his violent temperament that had pushed you away. He always took things for granted until they were lost to him. 

Was it two or three weeks before he decided to check up on you? He didn’t know anymore, the weeks blurred until he finally amassed the courage to go against everyone’s words. Through the flat hologram of his orange screen, he watched you lament on your own, body curled into itself and shoulders shaking. Your sobs were heart-wrenching to watch while he had no means of contacting you; you would’ve reacted more strongly and aggressively if he’d contacted you after leaving. 

So he watched.

You stared vacantly from your window and left only for the bare necessities or to act as Spider-Woman. Crime never slept so you couldn’t stop even in your time of need. You swung from building to building so gracefully that Miguel was hypnotised by your grace. He watched these moments as a reminder of the missions he took by your side, webbing and catching anomalies all across the multiverse with fearsome speed and accuracy. You both had made a fearsome team, but that time was over, it was a memory long forgotten. 

So he watched.

Your flat was cold and empty, the space filled with spectres of memories, the cool rooms vacant of life that used to fill them with warmth and happiness. It was saddening from his perspective - the observer, the watcher and the reader of your story - of your time spent alone. He wanted to tell you that you weren’t alone, that he was watching you from afar, a silent protector that would only act if you were in imminent danger - as long as it wasn’t part of the canon. 

So he watched-

Besides you was Miguel - not him, another one - and he looked much too comfortable by your side for his liking. His variant seemed much too close for a friend, moving from sitting before you to beside you, arm slung over your shoulders and leaning back and, sometimes, towards you at a breath’s distance. He turned green with envy, a vicious monster brewing inside his body with the threat of bursting out, clawing at his chest. The other was too close to you for his liking. 

He watched as his variant bought you drinks - always, however long and loud you’d complained and fought, he never let you pay in the end - and paid for your dates. He abhorred it. How happy you looked with the other him. How calm and satisfied your smile was. How close his variant was to you. He wished he was at the other’s place, taking his rightful place beside you. He would kiss you, smother you in love and give you whatever you wanted, whether it be a hug, a kiss or his time, he would’ve given them to you. He wouldn’t dance around the edge of your affection and his love like he was doing, like a man unsure of his feelings and anxious to act on it. 

He thought the other Miguel was a coward - though he knew he wasn’t. He wanted to blame his variant and find fault for anything he did, but they were still the same person. He was Miguel O’Hara as much as he was. He wanted, but couldn’t, especially after seeing how both loved you the same, having a similar type. They were so much alike that he could’ve replaced his variant, yet so vastly different in other manners that he would’ve stood out. His history, his trauma, his curse, the other had none of them. He was normal while he was Spider-Man, a stronger, more brutal version of Spider-Man. 

Granted, he loved you with every fibre of his being, but he had never showered you with as much love and affection as the other, having his character muddled through long hours of work and long-lasting tragedy. You were another of his tragedies, where he found love again and lost it by his own making. He would have left too if the Society didn’t depend on him, leaning towards him for support and help in protecting the multiverse. It was something he couldn’t sacrifice for his whims.

So he kept watching and let his heart crack and envy fester.

He watched you grow even closer to him, shoulders and hands occasionally touching, making you jump and blush. He watched you move from simple coffee dates to full-blown restaurants and bar dates, drinking and eating at your leisure - something he could’ve never provided you. He watched you wobble around when you were drunk, your arm over his shoulder and his around your waist, supporting your drunk weight. He watched you kiss, the other pressing your bodies together and you reciprocating the loving embrace you had once given to him. 

He felt like crying. He was crying, silent tears rolling down his sharp cheeks in slow, thundering waves of his heartbreak. He clung to the desk, claws unintentionally popping out and bending the metal under his fist. The sound ripped through the silent room like the image that ripped through his heart. He was alone in his grief, shoulders slumping and arms shaking with the intensity of his emotions. He had locked the door, barricading it with a busy, do not disturb sign, warning the others that he was occupied and wouldn’t be reached unless there was an emergency. 

“Miguel…”

He’d forgotten Lyla was here - she was everywhere and nowhere at the same time, with your help he had given Lyla an upgrade in her system that gave her access to every Spider that had the watch. She had access to every file in the database and his secrets. Lyla was loyal to him as much as she was to you, respecting your words with a promise of her own to leave you alone. That, however, didn’t mean that she wasn’t privy to his pains, watching him while his eyes were stuck to your universe’s screen, giving him some comforting words that were meant to lift his spirit. It never worked but the intention was there. 

He couldn’t look at her, still facing the hologram of you kissing. He felt the surge of too many emotions to be able to think clearly, his self-control tethering on a thin line of fragile web. If he turned, he would explode on Lyla, giving her the brunt of his suffering even though she didn’t deserve it, she felt and laughed as much as any other human. He remembered programming in emotion with you, laughing about how much she would be as teasing and annoying as you. Lyla was another gift to him by you, so it would hurt him more. 

“Miguel-”

“Don’t- Do not say another word.”

For a man in tears and pain, his voice was curt and stoic, playing the leading figure he’d taken for so long. It betrayed his shaky figure, fingers crushing the metal loudly and shoulders jerking with ever-wrenching choked sob. His world was crumbling around him, rippling and cracking from the seams and folding into itself. The control of his state was failing miserably as he kept staring at your mirthful smile after the kiss. It tore him apart knowing he pushed you further away and into the arms of another. It hurt him deeply. 

Through everything, he heard Lyla whisper a small sorry before she popped out of existence, her small holographic body vanishing along with her orange light. Gone was her familiar light, gone was the nostalgic memory of programming her, and along her, was the support of another person. He was truly alone in this moment, to fall on his knees and let himself drown under the weight of everything. 

If your love was a tangible thing, he would’ve cradled it between his warm palms, holding it tightly to his chest to feel the soothing effects you had on him. Like a balm to burns, you cooled the searing pains that the world inflicted upon him, the warm blanket that covered him when he needed rest and the pillar that held him when he fell. He’d lost something he couldn’t gain a second time, clutching his head in his misery, drowning and howling.

It felt surreal until it wasn’t until it all sunk in. He truly couldn’t grasp the utter loss and betrayal he felt. The realisation that he truly lost you to none other than himself. The irony of it all slashed deeper, how he drove you closer to another him by his own doing, making you love a Miguel with more gentleness, more kindness and time than him, Miguel O’Hara, the Spider-Man from Nueva York, Earth-928. Everything he had was lost in time, his spiralling thoughts of loss and misery clouded his vision, bringing tears forward in bigger waves. 

Was he doomed to lose everything he cared about? Was he bound to love and lose? Why couldn’t he have a happy ending like everyone else? Was it because he was different? Perhaps it was, there were other O’Hara Spider-Man, but none were mutated like him, a product of self-infliction and sabotage - none had their DNA spliced and mixed with a spider’s. He was simply too different from the others, they were lean but still had a strong musculature, muscles tightened to create more strength and defence; none were big and broad as he was, with rough edges and mean streaks. They were nice and happy, faced losses of their own, but always came out on top (there were some minor - sometimes major - variants of Spider-Man here and there, but they all had some similarities in their stories of becoming.). He saw the devastation and grasped onto the thinnest silver lining he could find, holding onto it to stay afloat while others thrived where they were. 

Maybe it was truly because of him. He was realistic - near cynic -  he couldn’t see things optimistically, life had made him that way. The silver lining he saw in things was small, nearly extinguished by his near-pessimistic way of life. Did that have an impact as well? It most likely did, at least partly. Fate had given him a bad hand in things, he couldn’t be completely blamed for how things turned - or so he thought, hoped. A man wasn’t only the result of what he’d done, but also of what he was given. When push comes to shove, Miguel acted in a way he thought meant well for him and the others even if it didn’t seem like the right decision at first. He rarely doubted his actions while he did them, only after, could he let himself face the consequences of what he’d done. Miguel simply didn’t have the pleasure of waiting. He needed to act when it was called.

If he had waited, if he had been patient and sought out others for support, if he had spent time thinking before acting, would he still have his little girl beside him? Would he still have you in his arms? If he had shown you more affection, would you have still loved him?

Did you still love him?

Miguel didn’t know what he was doing. Standing before your apartment door in civilian clothing and a bouquet of twelve, beautiful white tulips - the meaning not lost to him. It was an attempt at apologizing for his mistakes, a desperate one led by heartache. He brushed his hair back, trying to look as kept as he could in his situation: dark bags and sickly skin, tense muscles and sore back. This was a daring move from him, it would end up catastrophic if the Miguel from your universe saw him at your front door; but he checked, making sure his variant was elsewhere before opening a portal to your place. 

He hadn’t moved in a while, listening to you move around your flat, the sound of your soft steps shuffling from behind the door, a wall between you and him, reminding him that he wouldn’t be able to cross it unless you welcomed him. He held the bouquet in one hand and knocked with the other, his knuckles hitting the wood softly and hesitantly. There was a pause between every knock, drawn by his nerves and the anxiety that gripped him. 

You moved and closed in on the sound at the door. He saw your shadow dance under the small gap on the floor and pause. You knew. You knew it was him even without peeking through the peephole, your spider-sense aiding you in recognizing the unknown. Although your hand rested reluctantly at the knob - perhaps still too raw from your break as he was - you opened the door for him, figure small and apprehensive. 

“Miguel,” you muttered his name, greeting him with a slow nod. You stepped back and opened the door wider for him, he took it as a good sign that you let him in rather than shut the door in his face.

He nodded back, saying your name. He took a step forward, foot breaking the barrier to your flat. The second one ensured he was fully invited, both feet strongly rooted on your side of the door. He wanted to make himself smaller, to appease you, but he knew you wouldn’t have liked that. He squirmed under your stare, a mix of curiosity and concern. 

He nearly sighed audibly when you gestured at him to sit and he moved to the sofa he remembered sleeping on with you, cuddling under a warm blanket while you watched a movie. He knew your home by heart like you knew his, the memory washed over him with melancholy. You sat on the armchair to his left, your back to the kitchen. He swallowed thickly and handed you the bouquet, freshly cut tulips glistening with pearly drops under your lights. 

Your shoulders shook as you leaned in to take the bouquet, jolting back when your fingers grazed him. Feeling your skin felt invigorating, it breathed back life into him, even slightly. You thanked him with a slow nod, seemingly unsure of what to make of it. Was it a gift? Was it an apology? Was it a farewell sign? He figured your mind was running in circles trying to understand the meaning of the pretty bouquet he handed you. You were always an overthinker, but your mind worked brutally well. That’s something he always appreciated about you. 

“I-” Miguel started, seemingly stopped by something that he couldn’t get out of his throat. Maybe a ball of dread or needles of anxiety, but it held him from giving you the words he spent nights thinking over, to give you the message he built from the deepest crevice of his heart. “I’m sorry, (Name).”

You stared at him, understanding that he needed a moment of silence to truly convey his feelings. You hadn’t uttered a word since he first started, expression neutral, not betraying whatever brewing storm you locked inside of you. He was grateful, truly. 

“I know- I know it doesn’t mean much now, but I’m really, really sorry, mi vida.”

He sensed you tense, the muscles of your back contracting and rippling under your shirt. Every unseen fibre moving was bare to him, he could see and feel better than most, if not, everyone else. 

“I acted out of anger and lack of sleep, but that doesn’t mean you deserved that- never. I just, my mutation makes me more animalistic, more… aggressive than the other, and I hurt you. You didn’t deserve any of that and I can’t always blame it on my mutations. I should’ve been able to control myself. I shouldn’t have lashed out at you in those ways.”

He lowered his gaze to his hands, the calloused pads of his fingers rubbing his palm, trying to coax himself into relaxation. Although your breathing softened, a calm breeze in an atmosphere thick with tension, he didn’t dare look up and see the face you were making. 

“I was a bad boyfriend and a horrible friend. I’m- I’m not asking you to forgive me, I don’t want you to forgive me, but- I just needed to tell you how much I regret hurting you. I want to apologise, I don’t know what else to do, I don’t know how to fix this.” He breathed deeply, collecting every ounce of confidence and honesty to brave your reaction. “I’m sorry, mi cielo.” 

He shuddered, body rippling with his pained breath. He hadn’t realised how painful it would be to face you with his fears and confession, with the threat of abandonment and rejection fresh in his mind. He was a man of pride and strength, rarely facing anything with trepidation and hesitance. 

“I’m really sorry, mi cielo. I’m so, so sorry.”

He sat in silence, letting it hang over him like the blade of a guillotine, silent and brunt. Perceiving the flash of the sharp blade before it fell on his neck, sentencing him to a quick downfall with a long, lasting agony that would sting his neck as long as it would hurt his heart. The French used it for executions, the thing that spelled people’s end. At its height, it was used as an apparatus to behead traitors or people who were deemed dangerous to the people of the new republic. Down the blame went and off the head popped, like it would happen to Miguel if he wasn’t prepared for it. He truly didn’t know whether he had prepared for his rejection, for the death of his heart, to watch the flickering sparks of his flame wither out.

“I’m sorry too, Miguel-”

The rope strained, knots twisting and rippling in the tightness of the pull. It shook, whipping in the air as it straightened completely, held closely by the hand of the executioner. The wind blew but it was sturdy, withstanding the violent gales that slammed against the body of it.

“-it means a lot that you came here to apologise- ”

The crowd was filled with silence, the emptiness of the area a mock of a ghost town. Abandoned to be sentenced to death without anyone to witness. They deemed him not fit for their acknowledgment before his death, before the sparks of his life extinguished. His fate wasn’t worth their time, unlike the poorest criminals who stole for money, unlike the richest pigs who fed from the poor with their silver spoons and golden crowns, unlike the cruellest killers who gutted and left men, women and children to bleed out, and unlike the guiltless innocents cursed for something they hadn’t committed. 

“-but, I can’t.”

The rope was let loose, its tail flying and whipping in the air as the blade descended with its weight. The wood chafed against its support beams, yet it flew gracefully and rapidly, singing the doom of its prisoner. The blade gleamed under the moon’s bright light, the silver whispers of peace and sleep deaf to his ears.

“I can’t love you anymore.”

It cracked down on him, his life flashing before him as it cut into him. Severing his control over his body, putting out the dying embers of hope. He clung to desperation in his last moments, wishing to relive the moments of happiness, bright oblivion and cherished love. 

He wished that he could’ve seen your shadowed figure hidden in the darkness, tears lining your cheeks as you watched him take his last breath. The only person who came to see him leave, the one who he would’ve burned the world for. In the end, after everything he’d done, you still gave him a small moment of your time to witness his fall, you deemed him worthy of such an act. You offered him your kindness. 

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||Masterlist||

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(Always Uploading new Fics)

Avatar The Last Airbender

Pairing: Zuko x Orora

The Thread of Fate - Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven, Part Eight, Part Nine, Part Ten, Part Eleven, Part Twelve, Part Thirteen, Part Fourteen, Part Fifteen,

Pairing: Zuko x Reader

It Was Nothing

Theatrics

I’m Here Beside You

Big Hero 6

Pairing: Tadashi Hamada x Sakura Kamiya

Light 'em Up -  Prologue, Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, 

Criminal Minds

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Evelyn Richardson

Mind Over Matter - Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven, Part Eight, Part Nine, Part Ten, Part Eleven, Part Twelve, Part Thirteen, Part Fourteen, Part Fifteen, Part Sixteen,

(Companion piece to Mind Over Matter)

A Slight Frustration

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Hold Me Closer

First Kiss

Don’t Go!

Crossover - Frozen x Rise of the Guardians

Pairing: Jack Frost x Elsa (Jelsa)

One Step Closer - Part One, Part Two (InProgress)

Digimon

Pairing: Taichi Yagami x Hidemi Senshi

The Next Adventure

Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood

Pairing: Alphonse Elric x Willow Hawkeye(OC)

The Ties That Bind - Prologue, Part One,

Pairing: Edward Elric x Reader

Homecoming

The Language of Flowers

Pairing: Roy Mustang x Reader

I Will Always Choose You

Harry Potter

Pairing: Severus Snape x Reader

Reluctant Friendship

Justice League DC Universe

Pairing: Superman x Lucky Penny aka Clark Kent x Penelope Pennyworth

Lucky Break

Pairing: Superman aka Clark Kent x Reader

Part One - Convince Me, Part Two - I’m Convinced

Wedding Drama

Pairing: (Platonic) Superman aka Clark Kent x 12-year-old reader

A New Life

Marvel Cinematic Universe

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Rachel

Kiss It Away

Stolen Kisses, Stolen Moments - Part One, Part Two

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Confessions

Last Night

Empowering

Distraction

Pairing: Dr. Stephen Strange x Clea

Love, A Kind of Magic - Part One, Part Two

Pairing: Dr. Stephen Strange x Reader

Bleeding Love

Perfection

A Surprising Twist

Sleep Deprived

What the Wife Says Goes

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Nothing But a Burden

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

A Pact Renewed

Because You’re Mine

Not a Waste of Space

Just Hold Me

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Never Leave Me

Pirates of the Caribbean

Pairing: Will Turner x Reader

My Heart Calls Your Name

Tavern Brawls

Rise of the Guardians

Pairing: Jack Frost x Evening Star aka The Blue Fairy

Two Spirits Meet - Wishing on a Snowflake I,

Sherlock (BBC)

Pairing: Sherlock x Reader

Serendipity

The Consulting Detective and the Serial Killer

His Love for Her

Your Hand in Mine

Drunken Comfort

Its All Been Arranged

An Unconventional Love Story (Victorian Era AU)

Star Trek(2009)

Pairing: Spock x Kealoha

The Roommate Experiment - Prologue, Part One

Pairing: Spock x Reader

The Little Green Monster

Chasing Away The Darkness

Here For You (InProgress)

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

Pairing: Leonardo x Amal

Heaven’s Light

A Comforting Embrace

The Amazing Spiderman

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

A Nonverbal Confession

Falling For Him

Heal Together

Drunk on Pheromones

Take All The Time You Need

Falling for the Enemy

The Chronicles of Narnia

Pairing: Peter Pevensie x Reader

An Unexpected Turn

We Face It Together

Pairing: Edmund Pevensie x Reader

The King and the Commoner

The Hobbit

Creepy Crawlies (No Pairing)

Pairing: Kili x Reader

You Are Safe

The Lord of the Rings

Pairing: Legolas x Annúneth

Love Happens(Coming Soon)

Pairing: Legolas x Reader

We Meet Again A Confession Years In The Making

My Prayer, My Light, My Fëa

A Little Introduction to Rock Music

A Promise

Written In The Stars

Treasure Planet

Pairing: Jim Hawkins x Reader

A Little Competition Goes a Long Way

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MASTERLIST #2

Navigation!

Let me know if there are any characters you’d like added and I’ll look into it! :)

Smut = **

What I will NOT write for under any circumstance: R@pe, incest, anything to do with pee or poo, hardcore bdsm or anything like that type of smut, kidnapping reader for love, anything stalker, abuse unless it’s for angst but I won’t go into detail about the abuse (though I will do like slapping/spanking for smut it cannot have malicious meaning behind it, and there is always consent for that)

Also let me put this by itself, pregnancy is also way off the table. It’s 6 feet underground. I understand it’s part of life and it’s beautiful , and that’s for people to decide but personally I find just the concept of that horrifying and gross. I do breeding kink yes, but no description of pregnancy. (No hate to pregnant people I just can’t stand the concept of pregnancy in any form.)

MARVEL:

☆ Tony Stark

☆ Steve Rogers

☆ Bruce Banner

☆ Natasha Romanoff

☆ Clint Barton

☆ Bucky Barnes

☆ Sam Wilson

☆ Peter Parker

☆ Thor Odison

☆ Loki Laufeyson

☆ Dr. Stephen Strange

☆ Peter Quill

☆ Gamora

☆ Drax the destroyer

☆ Rocket the Racoon

☆ Mantis

☆ Groot

Poly Requests:

STRANGER THINGS:

☆ Steve Harrington: Steve Harrington x FtM reader**

☆ Robin Buckley :

☆ Nancy Wheeler:

☆ Eddie Munson:

☆ Johnathan Byers:

☆ Argyle:

☆ Billy Hargrove:

☆ Mike Wheeler: Little!Mike x GN!CG!Reader

☆ Dustin Henderson

☆ Will Byers

☆ Lucas Sinclair

☆ Eleven Hopper

☆ Max Mayfield

☆ Jim Hopper:

☆ Joyce Byers:

☆ Dmitri Antonov:

Poly Requests:

HARRY POTTER/MARAUDER:

☆ Harry Potter:

☆ Ron Weasley: CG!Ron Weasley x Little!GN!reader

☆ Hermione Granger:

☆ Fred Weasley: CG!Fred Weasley x Little!Fem!Reader

☆ George Weasley: George Weasley x reader ; CG!George Weasley x LittleMale!Reader

☆ Neville Longbottom: Sub!Neville x Dom!Reader**

☆ Draco Malfoy:

☆ Blaise Zambini:

☆ Enzo Berkshire:

☆ Mattheo Riddle:

☆ Theo Nott:

☆ Pansy Parkinson:

Marauders Era or Lighting Era:

☆ Lucius Malfoy:

☆ Narcissa Malfoy:

☆ Severus Snape:

☆ Bellatrix Lestrange:

☆ Barty Crouch Jr. :

☆ Evan Rosier:

☆ Pandora Rosier:

☆ Zahara Zambini:

☆ Regulus Black:

☆ Sirius Black:

☆ Remus Lupin:

☆ Lily Evans:

☆ Marlene McKinnon:

☆ Mary McDonald:

☆ Dorcas Meadows:

FANTASTIC BEASTS:

☆ Newt Scamander:

☆ Thesus Scammander:

☆ Jacob Kowalski:

☆ Queenie Goldstein:

☆ Albus Dumbledore (young):

☆ Gellart Grindlewald (young):

Poly Requests:

CRIMINAL MINDS:

☆Aaron Hotchner

☆ Jason Gideon

☆ Spencer Reid

☆ Derek Morgan

☆ JJ/ Jennifer Jareau

☆ Elle Greenaway

☆ Penelope Garcia

☆ Emily Prentiss

☆ David Rossi

Poly Requests:

BRIDGERTON:

☆ Anthony Bridgerton

☆ Benedict Bridgerton

☆ Colin Briderton

☆ Daphne Bridgerton

☆ Eloise Bridgerton

☆ Simon Basset

☆ Penelope Fetherington

☆ Queen Charlotte (Young)

☆ King George (Young)

Poly Requests:

Queen charlotte x reader x King George

TEENAGE MUTANT NINJA TURTLES:

☆ Leonardo: NSFW alphabet

☆ Raphael:

☆ Donnatelo:

☆ Michelangelo: Mikey x Reader

☆ April O'Neil:

☆ Casey Jones:

Poly Requests:

Poly!TMNT x Fem!Reader; April 4-in-1; turtles are manspreading and you want payback 😚

Poly!TMNT x Fem!Reader; Casey tries to flirt with reader but she puts down the idea and the turtles are proud

TOP GUN:

☆ Pete Mitchell "Maverick"

☆ Bradley Bradshaw "Rooster"

☆ Jake Seresin "Hangman"

☆ Natasha Trace "Phoenix"

☆ Robert Floyd "Bob"

Poly Requests:

THE HOBBIT/LOTR:

☆ Thorin

☆ Bilbo

☆ Fili

☆ Kili

☆ Dwalin

☆ Bofur

☆ Bard

☆ Legolas

☆ Tauriel

☆ Thuranduil

Poly Requests:

TWILIGHT:

☆ Carlisle Cullen

☆ Esme Cullen

☆ Emmet Cullen

☆ Rosalie Cullen

☆ Alice Cullen

☆ Jasper Cullen: CG!Jasper Hale x nb!little!reader

☆ Edward Cullen

☆ Bella Cullen/Swan

☆ Jacob Black

☆ Garrett

The Volturi:

☆ Aro

☆ Caius

☆ Marcus

Poly Requests:

THE HUNGER GAMES:

☆ Katniss Everdeen

☆ Petta Mellark

☆ Finnick Odair

☆ Johanna Mason

☆ Haymitch Abernathy

Poly Requests:

LUCIFER:

☆ Lucifer Morningstar

☆ Mazikeen

☆ Amenadeil

☆ Chole Decker

☆ Linda Martin

Poly Requests:

How To Train Your Dragon:

☆ Hiccup Haddock

☆ Astrid Hofferson

☆ Snotlout

☆ Ruffnut

☆ Tuffnut

Poly Requests:

Across The SpiderVerse:

☆ Miles Morales

☆ Miguel O'Hara

Spider thoughts!

☆ Peter B. Parker

Spider thoughts!

☆ Hobie Brown

☆ Gwen Stacy

☆ Spider-Noir

Spider thoughts!

Poly Requests:

Descendants:

☆ Mal

☆ Evie

☆ Carlos

☆ Jay

☆ Gil

☆ Harry

☆ Uma

Poly Requests:

MATCHUPS/MOODBOARDS:

☆ @thoughtfulcreatornight x Raphael matchup

☆ Anonymous x Remus Lupin matchup

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I’ve redone my masterlist because I was vey unhappy with my first one, and I wanted to add pictures to go with it! I’ll also be adding all my new work onto here and my old work will be on the first masterlist! Love y’all! 💗

#b00inazkaban #fanfiction #tmnt bayverse #tmnt fandom #fantastic beasts #stranger things #harry potter #poly marauders x reader #bridgerton #lucifer fanfiction #lucifer tv #hunger games #twilight #the hobbit #lotr x reader #lotr fandom #middle earth #top gun maverick #top gun imagine #top gun fanfiction #bayverse tmnt #marvel #marvel x reader #marauders #httyd #across the spiderverse #descendents #atsv

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Mischievous Matching

☆ Pairing: Loki x Mutant!Reader

☆ Synopsis: Loki is a trouble maker, always one to cause trouble, but he meets a mortal that is even worse than him and he finds himself absolutely powerless and victim of your stupid outdated pranks, but he finds himself to be putty in your hands.

☆ Word Count: 7,656 (good thing I didn't know what to do with this prompt, eh? This is just the second longest fic I've done.)

☆ Notes: My first request! Yay! 🥳Loki is a smitten little lee. I'm really bad at doing pranks so I did the worst and oldest pranks I remembered, because it's funny Loki not growing up on earth wouldn't know any of them. Also, it's not said outright, but in case of doubt the reader's mutation is super-elasticity because guess who started watching One Piece 👒🏴‍☠️.

☆ Warnings: Very bad and outdated pranks, other than that it's just pure fluff and flirting.

Loki thought he was smug. He had always been the smart brother, growing up constantly tricking an entire realm of Gods and Goddesses, he was very little used to people being smarter than him. Of course, he knew a couple of them existed, his mother was one he could never lie to. Odin more often than others saw through his deception and caught him playing pranks on Thor. But when you grow up in a Realm that values more your physical strength and at most your ability to come with war strategies… You come to believe you’re bound to become complacent, and it becomes a matter until… well, what always happens.

Loki would’ve never expected his match would come from Earth. Quite frankly, he had expected humans would always stay the same, kind of like Asgardians did. But they didn’t. Humans (for the most part at least) didn’t have magic or supernatural skills, so they chose to be inventive, they created modern civilizations purely thanks to the fact that humans chose to play smarter.

He wouldn’t admit it, now that Asgard settled on Midgard, and he got to see what humans did with technology… it was sort of admirable how much they had made purely with ingenuity. Only a bit.

There was Stark, who had made a technological empire and entire armies just with just machines, humans like the sanctuary where Strange lived or the Maximoff girl that had learned magic despite their incompatibility with it, or the bug hero’s mentor that figured a way to alter the size of matter itself. Not to mention the Avengers had managed to take him down, a God his ancestors used to venerate without question.

Perhaps some humans were in fact, formidable.

Still Loki could get away with a ridiculous number of things simply because a lot of humans were just that gullible. His illusions had already started wreaking havoc in small towns where his illusions had turned into rumors of what he learned humans called UFOs… although, to be completely fair, he was, by definition, an alien.

But the true meaning of formidable he found in you.

He met you one night he was allowed to visit New York and he decided to mess with passerby Midgardians. He simply sat on a bench of the park casted the illusion of a Ratatoskr and let humans do their thing. Truth to be told, while the creature wasn’t necessarily scary, it was gonna be interesting when the young ones noticed a talking squirrel and he saw some children excitedly trying to catch it, which may or may not have been actually endearing. But the real fun came when the parents became hysterical. Chaos ensued and Loki couldn’t hide a smile.

“That’s yours, isn’t it?” a voice asked, and you sat beside him.

He looked at you perplexed.

“It’s just… it kinda sticks out that you seem even more amused than the actual children playing with that. It’s supposed to be Ratatoskr, right?”

He didn’t expect anyone to notice, he had sat at enough distance that he couldn’t be related to what was going on, and he had a book on his hands so no one would relate his amusement to what’s going on.

The illusion vanished as he lost focus, surprised that you noticed him. He couldn’t hold back a soft laugh through his breath when a woman in her middle age let out a screech threatening to call the cops on an invisible talking squirrel. And to his surprise you laughed too.

“Man, I enjoy seeing your everyday soccer mom lose her marbles at whatever, but actively seeking their wrath takes courage.” You laughed.

You stretched out your hand and introduced yourself with a firm handshake which Loki surprised himself returning and giving away his actual name.

“W-Wait… like the Loki, Thor’s little brother… The Asgardian that… you know… over a decade ago did… you know?” you asked perplexed, not daring to say the actual thing.

Loki tense up, not knowing how you’d act next. For all he knows maybe the police force would end up showing up after all.

“Damn, so what they say is true” you shrugged. “You are a softie now.”

“What they say?” Loki gasped out indignant.

“Yeah, it was over the news a bit after the second snap, Ironman and your brother gave a press conference to explain you were in peace with Earth and it was Thanos’ brainwash.” You explained as a cheeky grin formed on your face. “Ergo, you are a softie.”

Loki was speechless. You knew who he was, you knew what he had done to New York, and yet you were poking the bear with a stick without an ounce of fear in your expression.

“Listen well, mortal, I–” Loki huffed.

“Pfft! I didn’t know Gods blushed.” You laughed heartedly.

“Hang on just a minute!” Loki protested as he became aware of the heat on his cheeks “I am–”

“Surprisingly fun to be around.”

He opened his mouth and closed it again as he found himself with no witty retort for your teasing.

“Thank you, I suppose” was all he could say, with less spite than he usually had when he spoke with mortals.

“I was gonna go grab a bite, wanna join? It’s a bit boring eating alone” you offered.

His stomach growled and he took the offer, partly because he was very hungry and both you had caught his curiosity. You were an odd one, that was for sure.

“So…” you wondered. “Is it true you’re staying with the Avengers?”

“Why do you wanna know?” he asked back.

“Curiosity” you smiled.

A question like that could’ve easily triggered an alarm, but for some reason it didn’t. And you didn’t lie.

“Yes, my brother decided to join the quarters to live with his friends and he took me with him” Loki admitted.

“Took you with him? Like an updog?” you arched an eyebrow in a way that made him feel slightly sheepish.

“Excuse me? What’s that?”

“What’s what?”

“Updog.”

“What about it?”

“What is updog?”

“Not much, what’s up with you?” you wheezed before letting out a dorky laugh.

Despite the fact that the All-Speak did not allow him to understand a place’s lingo he understood he had fallen for a stupid Midgardian joke.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I had to try, oh… oh god, I hadn’t met a anyone who didn’t know that one yet, but I had to try. I like you already.”

Now he was convinced, you were definitely an odd one. Not only did you not fear him, but you were bold enough to pull practical jokes on him and teased him for falling for it. It got on his nerves.

But he couldn’t help but follow you around. You kept teasing him the entire trip to a sandwich shop.

“What do you want to eat?” you smiled.

Loki stared awkwardly at the menu, he recognized some of the ingredients, but he had never been to a place like this. And he wasn’t used enough to human food to make an informed choice.

So, you stepped up and asked him a couple of questions about the food he liked and made a choice for him.

“You can punch me in the arm if it’s not good” you winked at him.

Loki surprised himself smiling at you.

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

But it was really good. It wasn’t anywhere near as refined as what he was used to eat, but it was surprisingly good. And you even paid for his food, which spared him the uncomfortable conversation over why he had no money despite leaving in a millionaire’s house.

“Hey, I live a bit far away, do you mind accompanying me home?”

Loki wasn’t sure why he accepted, but he found himself following you around, risking getting lost in New York City since he didn’t really know the area that well just yet. But he got on the bus with you and followed you home.

Which to his surprise… was the compound he himself lived in.

“Wait… D-Did you…?”

Loki felt betrayed. Of course. He should have known Stark would send an agent to find him, no one really trusted him, and they had to assign him a nanny to make sure he–

“I’m glad I ran into you” You spoke, interrupting his train of thought. “I still feel anxious coming so far out of the city alone, sorry if I cut your trip short.”

That caught him off guard. Were you not follow him? He didn’t sense a lie, but perhaps he was still a bit distracted.

“You mean you found me by accident?” Loki asked.

“Yeah, I’m not used to the headquarters being a home, so I need to get out to stretch my legs every once in a while. Otherwise, I feel… I don’t know.”

“Imprisoned.” You finished, as Loki’s lips let out the exact same word in almost a perfect synchronization.

Again, no lie.

“Hah… yeah” you smiled. “Sorry, I probably sound like a brat, complaining about living in such a big place.”

“No, I understand perfectly.” Loki found himself say in soft tone.

Loki walked with you inside and accompanied to your room. The sight when you opened the door was rather dismal. Just a small bed, a desk. But the bed was interesting, or more like what was on top of it. A stuffed little bear with a green bow on its neck, and a travel bag. He assumed they did go with Director Fury’s intention of having the trainees educated like soldiers until they completed their training.

After that day he felt more interested on helping with the training of newer recruits, thing he crushingly refused to do before meeting you. But it was his excuse to see you more. And as he imagined, you were among the best recruits. You weren’t the strongest, nor the fastest, and definitely not the tallest given some mutants came to be even taller than him. But you were agile and flexible, and you worked harder than anyone else to make up for any shortcomings you could have.

And you were smart, the smartest in the group. Loki had seen Stark give tests to the recruits and your results always came among the best, and more often than not, you were on top of those results.

“You did it again” Loki would congratulate you.

“It’s just a number on a paper” you always replied back, “that doesn’t mean I am going to be good on the world out there.”

“And yet your leg is bouncing with excitement” Loki pointed out.

You laughed and placed a hand to your knee to make it stop.

“The ego boost is still appreciated” you replied, a bit sheepish.

You were his favorite of all the recruits. Not that it was a title most competed for, a lot just gave him wary looks when it was his turn to train recruits, after all who wanted to have the man who once terrorized Earth as the class teacher. But you always helped to control the group, willingly volunteering for sparring with him for demonstrations and even while everyone else got a partner you chose him, even when that meant it’d be ten times more difficult than picking another mutant.

But once again, that allowed him to get closer to you.

“I’m telling you, it’s magic!” you assured him pointing to the water bottle as you sat next to him.

“Sure, it is.”

He knew you had no magic. He had read your files –for purely professional reasons, like personalizing– and knew of your abilities. But he also had no clue how you had shoved a coin bigger than the bottles neck all the way to the bottom.

But he didn’t like that playful giggle of yours, it always meant trouble.

“Look inside if you don’t believe me.” You said placing your eye on the bottle orifice to get a better look at the coin.

He sighed and mimicked what you had done, pressing his eye to the bottle’s finish to get a better look and see if he could figure something to get it out.

“I don’t see–”

In a second you had squeezed the bottle and splash him in the face. Which was noticed by a few recruits that let out quiet laughs, unlike you who were giggling shamelessly at his expense.

“You! You... traitorous, cheeky, despicable, insolent–” Loki huffed as he latched onto your ribs and squeezed them repeatedly making you double over in laughter.

You batted his hand gently after about a minute as you regained his composure.

“Oh god, you’re my favorite thing ever, it’s been years since these pranks stooped working on everyone else” you laughed.

Loki huffed. “I wasn’t living here years ago.”

“Oh, I know that’s what makes it funnier” you laughed and patted his shoulder.

Other trainees were looking at him amused, but he noticed they seemed a lot less tense now. As if some of that fear they had was gone. It was… weirdly nice. So, he just sighed and rubbed his face with sleeve to dry himself off.

“You cannot expect me to go easy on you after your little stunt” he asked as he stood up.

“Mm, it’s already, I like rough treatment anyway” you winked at him.

That made some other people in the room as Loki’s cheeks heated up lightly. But he still smirked.

“We’ll see about that in a few minutes, won’t we?”

You were also what humans called, the class clown. And your favorite thing was to prank him. It was all harmless stuff, like when you started a game the entire class to start a game every time, he used Asgardian or just outdated expressions like “Norns” or “Heavens.” Or that time you taped giant googly eyes to your chest, so he had a hard time giving a lecture as he got the urge to laugh every time he glanced at you, and even had the audacity to tell him, “Hey, my eyes are up here!” as you bounced, making the googly eyes bounce all over the place. That time where you filled his locker with confetti and balloons.

It was embarrassing because despite he’s nature, he had no way to get back at you. His illusions didn’t faze you one bit, and the concept of pranks for a god weren’t particularly safe for humans, your style was weirdly benign, and he couldn’t match it. And everything he tried repeating from your pranks wasn’t really surprising.

He used to think nothing could ever bother you at all… Until he was wrong.

He found you one night by the roof, sitting with your legs hanging on the edge, but the little border made a secure railing that kept you safe. You had been gone for hours, even skipping training, and he saw a half empty bottle of Vodka behind you.

“What are you doing here?” he asked as he sat beside you.

“Wasting time, and Tony’s reserves” you joked bitterly. “Watching the forest.”

“It is a lovely night” Loki admitted. “But you were missed at today’s sparring. It is obvious I’m not nearly as tolerable without you around.”

“Just relax, they’ve already warmed up to you” you sighed. “No one likes a stiff teacher.”

It was true hay whenever you made him laugh everyone else seemed to ease up as well. He always attributed to your natural charm and that you relished embarrassing him. But… people were a lot less wary around him lately.

“What made you skip?” he asked.

“It’s the 13th anniversary since my mutation manifested” you sighed and you reached your arm into the sky, it stretched for a few meters before it regained its normal shape.

“I thought people here celebrated that” Loki inquired. “You act as if a partner abandoned you.”

“I don’t know, I think I miss being normal… well, more normal” you chuckled humorlessly. “Not feeling like an actual monster.”

Loki could relate to that, realizing that you are different means you will never wake up with the same concept of yourself, because as it turns out, you are a mistake, a cosmic improbability and turns out, you’ve never been like anyone else around you.

“You are not monster, you’re a–”

“Oh right, because mutant sounds so much nicer.”

“Does it upset you?” Loki asked. “Being the way you are?”

“Yes. No. A little? I don’t know, it’s like a dream living in the Avengers home.” You sighed. “But… don’t you ever get the feeling that rather than wanting to have you around they’re just don’t want you to go rogue? I mean, I get it, with all that’s happening with the Banshee black market…”

Loki couldn’t help but laugh at that. If anyone understood what you felt, that was him. You were a mutant, which granted was becoming much more transcendental these days. More with the mutation enhancing drugs circulating, SHIELD and other organizations were putting a lot of energy to make sure less mutants went on a rampage. But none of you actually had major lists of crimes on their backs, unlike Loki. If anyone was being monitored that was Loki.

Even if he was technically an official Avenger already, it always felt like it was all because of his connection with Thor and at most that he was already highly trained, better than most other Avengers.

“I assure you that they do not think that of you.” Loki spoke reassuringly. “The Incorporations of Mutants Program is simply to remove mutants from a dangerous environment.”

“Yeah, free of Banshee and even add some mutant soldiers to their ranks, it’s a win-win situation” you spoke bitterly.

A part of him felt weirdly nostalgic. His mind took him back to the treasure vault of Asgard, his words reverberating on the walls: «So I am no more than another stolen relic, locked up, here until you might have use of me?» And now, more than a decade later, he found himself defending his father. This was just the same, you weren’t necessarily wrong… but it only a piece of the picture, the hurtful bit of a picture.

“You’re right to feel that way.” Loki spoke reassuringly. “But know that these people care about you… even if their original intentions aren’t as selfless. Trust me, I would know.”

“That’s surprisingly mature for a prince that’s technically younger than me.”

He felt his cheeks warming up to your comment and scoffed out a laugh. Of course, even in a vulnerable moment you wouldn’t let the chance pass to tease him.

“What can I say? I am not just devilishly handsome, charming, and tremendously intelligent,” he smiled, “there’s gotta be some wisdom to balance it all out.”

That made you laugh in that way that made his heart flutter in his chest. And before he knew it, you had rested your head on his shoulder. He felt his cheeks heat up and a smile make its way to his face. Had it always been so difficult concealing his excitement?

“You forgot humble and down to earth” you chuckled and rolled your eyes.

“What can I say, darling?” he smiled, “I’m a perfect man, I am completely irresistible.”

“And you still can’t get a date” you smile nudging his side.

“Not my fault there” Loki chuckled, “I’m quite particular when choosing a lover.”

“Right, and you being insufferable has nothing to do with it” you smiled as you grabbed his side and gave him a few squeezes.

The feeling made him jolt and let out a strangled gasp. Of course, you little brat always took advantage of this silly weakness of him ever since you found out.

He remembered the day you found out, quite vividly.

It was a holiday, so most recruits were out for a couple of days with either family, friends, or a new fling. Even some of the Avengers with friends out of the compound left for a few days. So, it was the super soldiers, the Maximoff twins, Vision, Thor, Loki, and you.

Your family had left for a trip, so you had no reason to leave the compound. Loki was thrilled that he would have you practically to himself. He felt those butterflies deep within his chest every time he saw you alone in a room. Of course, he kept his cool as best he could, still being the same mischievous charmer he’s always been, despite feeling like a giddy kid at the sight of you.

Even the most ordinary of mornings were blissful with you around. Even things like breakfast you could always make a monotone activities fun. Like right now, making Thor and the Maximoff twins laugh and sing around with you while you were whipping pancake mix on a bowl. It was some sort of little dance party while you cooked.

Loki couldn’t help but stare and chuckle softly.

“Loki, good morning” you smiled as poured some mix on a frying pan. “Wanna join us for breakfast?”

“Is it required for me to squirm around like a possessed worm like you’re doing?” he joked.

“Yes, it is imperative that you do, otherwise the pancakes will come flat” you quipped back with a cheeky smile.

“Come on brother, I know Midgard dancing is very different from what we used to see at home,” Thor intervened, “But it is quite fun, give it a try!”

“That’s the attitude, Thor-nderstorm” you grinned as you continued to dance.

“In that case I think I’ll just do with some coffee” he cleared his throat as he spoke.

“Come on, brother” Thor insisted, shameless —or rather, clueless— as usual. “It’s fun!”

“Hey, no shame if he can’t do it” you said, “Not everyone can dance.”

Loki laughed.

“If you call that «dancing», I’ll let you know I am actually a great dancer” he stated, just so you knew.

“Loki, if someone has to inform me of their traits, I have learned not to believe that.” You challenged him.

He looked away, focusing on the black liquid dripping into the coffee pot, trying to think of anything else that wasn’t you. Just the coffee, dark, bitter, that he had to keep himself from drinking before bed or it’d deprive him of sleep... Just the way you…

“ACK—!” he was brought back by the squeeze on his sides that made him jump and hold back a yelp.

He was ready to yell at Thor, when he saw the outstretched arms and you looking at him from the other side of the kitchen, the hands returned to your hips. Everyone was looking at him.

“Oh, you’re back” you saw his rosy cheeks a bit confused. “Honey?”

“Excuse me?”

“What do you want your pancakes with? Honey?”

“Uh- I… I- no… Um, I didn’t— I…” he couldn’t even look at you.

But you gave him a reassuring smile.

“I recall you like them with honey” you smiled, “It’s Thor that likes them with maple syrup.”

“That’s correct” Thor beamed happily.

“Don’t finish it all you hoarder” Pietro quipped as he wrestled with the blond for the bottle of syrup.

He sighed quietly, thankful that they had moved onto the next subject. He served himself his cup of coffee and just when he was going to turn around, he felt a hand on his shoulder, and that gently traveled all the way down his side and caused him to shiver.

He looked at you with daggers in his eyes before checking on the rest that were focused on eating and didn’t notice anything, thankfully. You just look at him and chuckled, before handing him a plate with neatly piled up pancakes with honey and some a small mix of berries you knew he liked.

“I didn’t know all Gods were so ticklish, I thought it was a Thor thing” you whispered. “…Good to know.”

You might as well have buried him alive after that. But, to his surprise you didn’t tell anyone. No one brought it up, not even Thor, who was already painfully aware of how cripplingly sensitive Loki was. No, and the anticipation killed him for the next day or two.

You didn’t bring it up once until one night you had the entire compound to yourselves. The doctor Foster had invited Thor over to «watch movies», not that anyone bought that for a second, the Scarlet Witch had gone on a date with the Vision, Barnes and Rogers were out on a party thing and had taken the Maximoff brother with him to further introduce him as part of the team. So, it was you and Loki completely alone.

You were reading on the couch on the weirdest positions, with your head upside down and the book inelegantly hanging on the air as you red upside down with your back arched as it seemed you’d fall out of the couch any second.

He grinned. It was the perfect chance to get you back. He made sure to be very quiet as he approached you and moved very slowly so you wouldn’t notice him —human earbuds were a blessing for his mischief, but they were not infallible— and right when he was towering over you. He squeezed both your sides.

“AAAAAAHHH!” you screeched as you fell off the couch.

Loki looked over to where you were laying on the floor where you had a hand over your heart.

“Loki! You nearly gave me a heart attack!” You scolded him.

What? No blush, no squeaky voice, no stuttering, no nervous shifting or even a giggle? No nothing? Were you that good at playing dumb? No way.

“What was that for?”

“I am sorry, I simply can’t resist when someone is vulnerable like that” Loki shrugged it off and sat on the couch, hoping you wouldn’t ask him to elaborate. “What are you reading?”

You sat back up next to him and showed him the baby blue book with pink letters and a couple kissing on the cover. One of those romance novels you liked.

“Is that the one you told me about?” Loki asked.

“It’s the one” you grinned and noticed the book beside him. “What are you reading?”

“Just old Asgardian poetry” he said, showing you the book, despite knowing you don’t speak Asgardian. He noticed the look you gave him, with an arched eyebrow and a smug grin, “It’s old even for me. Just old love poems.”

Your eyes sparkled like absolute diamonds, and you scooted closer to him, your face just inches from his. “Can you read one to me?”

He felt his cheeks flush at your excitement, and the clumsiness. But he cleared his throat and opened it on the poem he was reading. But he decided to be smug and read it just like it showed, in old Norse.

“Oh, so funny.” You growled and jabbed his sides.

Loki nearly jumped out of his skin and barked out a laugh. A laugh that didn’t go unnoticed given you quickly followed that same movement that had made him squirm. He very did a very poor job at concealing his reaction.

His brain quickly felt fuzzy, he could feel his restrained laughter echoing in his chest, and even still a few snickers were slipping out. His arms felt like worms just clumsily trying to find your hands to push you away. His face was impossibly hot and surely a dark shade of red at this point. His mind was on its knees begging for him to succumb and allow his body to laugh. And that’s exactly what he did when your hands sneaked past his arms and gently wiggled against the skin on his armpits.

“Wahahait! Stohohohop that!” he laughed.

“So that’s what your laugh sounds like” you teased him. “Hm… it’s actually kinda cute.”

“Stohohop this or ehehehehelse!” he latched his hands to your forearms but found that he didn’t even have the strength in himself to push you away.

Maybe it was that subliminal fear that he knew how fragile humans were. Maybe he was just that stupidly ticklish. Or… maybe your fingers were warm, and soft… and you had never given him this much attention.

He had fallen back on the couch, and you sat on his waist, straddling him with your legs on each side, and your hands were now exploring every bit of his torso to see what got him to laugh the hardest, your eyes were looking for every reaction, and your words were dedicated solely to tease him. He truly had you all for himself right now.

And it was driving him crazy.

“Mohohohortal! Cease this ahahahahat once!” he cackled. “It’s ahahahahan ordeheher!”

“Oh?” you smiled in a made that made his insides tingle, “I don’t think you’re in any position to make that call~”

Your thumbs dug into his hipbones that made him arch his back as he let out a loud screech and followed by a stream of guffaws. You laughed along with him, and it almost made this torture worth it.

Worth it, not more bearable.

“Plehehehease, no more! I surrender!” he laughed as he clumsily slapped your forearm in what he had learned was a sign of giving up.

“Wait, seriously” you asked, a bit surprised that you had actually gotten to him.

“Yehehehes, please, I yieheheheld!”

And thank gods it worked. You immediately stopped tickling him and helped him sit back up.

“You okay there?” you smiled at him, and his only response was tackling you to try getting some well-deserve revenge.

Ever since that night you had tormented every once in a while, by tickling him silly whenever you felt like it. But somehow you always had the decency to make it behind closed doors, where no one could see him laughing like an idiot at the mercy of a mortal simply tickling him. And… laying on your bed at late hours was very much worth it, the books he brought to read for you could always wait.

Loki and you chatted for a few hours and soon you sober up enough which relaxed Loki enough, but he noticed your conversation turned more melancholic, contrasting with your grumpy drunk rant earlier. You talked about your family, old jobs, and a department you owned before moving in on the compound.

“Can I tell you something funny?” you smiled sadly, and he nodded. “I miss being ticklish.”

“Well darling, I think that’s been enough alcohol for you.” Loki said as he grabbed the bottle and made it vanish away from you.

“I mean it!” you laughed.

“You’re insane.”

“It’s… I used to laugh so easy… Now every poke, every squeeze, every jab…” you poked your side and your finger sunk in your skin. “It’s… I don’t know… absorbed? I don’t feel anything like I used to.”

He remembered, the time you tickled him silly, how he attempted to get revenge, and how poorly it ended for him.

He latched his hands to your sides and squeezed you thoroughly. He crawled his hands over your belly, he pinched your ribs, and skittering his fingers under your arms. He experimented on every inch of your body.

But at most you gave him a soft breathy laugh, more amused than ticklish induced.

“Sorry Loki, I’m not that ticklish” you smiled trying to be apologetic, but you seemed more amused.

Your armed stretched and wrapped in circles around his bicep to pin his arm upward and still stretched enough to reach and tickle under his arm.

Needless to say, this time he didn’t get a break so easily.

“I doubt there is any actual downside to being the way you are” Loki encouraged you, “I’d give anything to not be… you know…”

“Cripplingly ticklish?” you smiled and elbowed his side making his face flush.

Norns, where had the days gone when he used to be a charming silver-tongued flirt? He used to be swooning men, women, and mythical beings alike, but your silly teasing for some reason had him blushing like a young boy.

“I-It’s… not how I would have phrased that…”

“I would” you cut him off with a giggle and poked his ribs, making him jump and barely hold back a squeak. A squeak.

“Right… Nowhere near the point I was trying to make” he sighs.

“I know… I just miss that intimacy” you sighed.

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t know, tickling was fun when I was little, it’s a nice way of being close to others” you sighed as you rested your head against his shoulder. “And I wish I could have that. Usually I get «no, it’s unfair since you’re not ticklish» and well… No more fun for me.”

Close to others.

He gulped at the warmth of your body as you leaned on him. His heart was racing, his hands were sweaty, his face was burning, he felt a knot in his throat and his breath was hitching.

“Tickle me then.”

“What did you say?!”

What did he say?!

Loki had been through the toughest training regimes growing up, he’d been deadly injured in battle countless time before he even turned 1000 years old, he’d withstand the most merciless tortures, and had been clinically dead more than once. But ever since he was little the one thing he couldn’t stand, was getting tickled. It was so bad to the point where the only people who could tickle him were his parents and Thor… who also had the advantage of being about three times stronger than Loki.

He remembered vividly the last time he was tickled past his limit he had lost control of his magic and unintentionally sent Thor to the healing room for two days (although he had been too proud to admit it had been an accident). The fact that you had left your last encounter tickling him unscathed was a miracle.

“Are you serious?” you asked him, looking at him suspiciously.

Truthfully, he didn’t know if he was. He was so convinced he hated being tickled, that he couldn’t understand why the idea actually felt… Exciting? Appealing? He tried convincing himself it was just the idea of having your hands on him.

“Yes, how bad can it really be?” Loki nearly wanted to die when he felt his voice crack in nervousness, and he had to clear his throat. “You’re just a human, after all.”

“Oh, is that so?” you chuckle. “Mm, I might take you on that offer then.”

You squeezed his side and his breath hitched.

“W-Wait, don’t!” he gasped and grabbed your hand.

“Oh, here better?” you grinned and used your other hand to squeeze above his knee, which made him jolt and grab your other hand by reflex.

“Gods, you do not make this easy” he chuckled softly.

“We don’t have to do this if you’re not comfortable” you smiled genuinely. “I still appreciate the intention.”

The disappointed look on your face was all the motivation he needed, he pulled you towards him and sat facing you, guiding your hands to his sides as he felt his face burning. How terminally insane had he gone?

“Do it before I change my mind” he said firmly.

“Pfft!” you giggled, “You’re crazy.”

“It would seem so” he smiled. “Let’s get this over with…”

You chuckled and you started skittering your fingernails along his sides. Loki’s jaw tensed immediately as he felt his lips started twitching upward.

“Aww… you’re so ticklish, Loki” you smiled as you kept tracing your fingers up and down his sides, from his hips to his upper ribs. “It’s so charming.”

He cursed his choice of wardrobe today, and Midgardian fashion in general, he could have used a good layer of his Asgardian leather armors. Now a cotton shirt and black jeans served him very little as your finger tormented his sides.

And he was starting to giggle already.

“Yohohohou’re such a pehehehehest!”

“C’mon… it is pretty cute how you laugh,” you smiled, “your voice is so deep but your giggles are so light.”

“I’m nohohohot cute! Hehehe- Hey! Dohohohn’t touch thehehehere!” he giggled when your hands wiggled towards the sides of his belly.

“Oh, your pwetty tummy is so ticklish, isn’t it?” you cooed doing bloody baby talk, “You so cute~”

“Stohohohohop!” he guffawed. “Do nohohot patronize mehehehe!”

He hated how well you had learned how sensitive his stomach was. You had tickled him about three times total prior to this peak of insanity, but the weak spot that was his entire abdomen didn’t go unnoticed from the first time.

“I’m sorry, it’s so hard not to tease you when you have such a cute way of laughing.”

“I’m nohohohohot! Stop sahahaying that!” he protested between laughs.

“You should see yourself” you smiled at him. “The way you scrunch up your nose and stick your tongue out ever so slightly is so endearing!”

“Shuhuhuhut up!” he laughed as he bent over to try protecting his belly from your fingers.

You were being so gentle to him, simply skittering your fingers over his shirt. Being anyone else, that might have just gotten a few giggles out, but he was so ridiculously ticklish, especially there. That this delicate taunt to the skin had him hysterical.

“No mohohohore!” he pleaded, “Not thehehehere!”

“Not where?” you asked innocently. “Here?”

And you poked gently over the patch of skin right below his navel.

“Cuhuhut it out! Gehehet away from my stomahahahach!” he cackled, “I’m behehegging you!”

For some reason you decided to listen and move from his gut, moving to poke and knead his ribs, even doing those unbearable ticklish pinches around him.

You had a hellish ability to have him in stitches.

It kept going for a while, you would explore a spot, have him giggling like a child and then move onto the next to start over, not giving him a chance to get used to any sensation or spot.

“Dahahahahahahahaharling, plehehease!” he laughed, “thahahat’s so bahahahad!”

Seemingly that phrased worked and it stopped you giving him the chance to catch his breath, he placed a hand over his chest, feeling it rise and fall as he tried refilling his lungs with air.

“You little imp!” Loki panted “I was being so nice to you!”

“So was I” you smiled, “I’ve tickled you before, you know how bad it can be.”

Surely you were right, but the way you said it, almost like a promise, made Loki’s cheeks flare up, not that it would’ve been noticeable given how his face was flushed from laughing.

“You’re a menace” he chuckled, as he ruffled your hair “How come I’ve grown so fond of a little nuisance like yourself?”

“What can I say? I’m irresistible like that” you laughed as you rested your head against his arm.

He chuckled as he felt a lingering warmth spreading from where you were resting against his arm to his chest.

“Maybe you are” he sighed with a smile. If only you knew.

“Loki… can I ask you something?” you looked up at him.

“What is it?”

“Are you happy… living here?” you asked. “Or… have you never thought of running away?”

His face darkened. It made sense, but the idea of you thinking of him as a potential traitor stung worse than every awful thing said to or by him in stupid fights with Thor or his parents when the arguments got heated.

“Why do you ask?”

“Well, you lived in a castle, with luxury, prestige, fame and power” you spoke, “isn’t this too little for you? Don’t you feel trapped?”

Now that reasoning he didn’t expect. He smiled at you fondly.

“You make me sound like a spoiled brat” he chuckled.

“Aren’t you?” you chuckled.

“Of course not, I am the epitome of humility” he claimed, making you laugh. “But… answering to your question… I used to feel trapped, every day I’d be plotting my escape, how to make my great escape.”

“And we won't hear a word they say…” you chuckled.

“What?” he smiled.

“Nothing, The Great Escape is a song, continue” you smiled.

“And trust me… at first… I tried, they didn’t take long to catch me analyzing their security systems and patrolling schedules in a chance to sneak out. I was given so many last warnings and caused Thor so much trouble. Until… eventually I realized… I had nowhere to run to” Loki spoke sadly, “And eventually I stopped trying, this was all I had, and I had to make the best of it. At least my brother was around…”

“Aw, so you do care about Thor” you smiled as you nudge his side.

“I did not say that, and you are not to tell him that” Loki spoke in a fake seriousness. “His ego is big enough as it is.”

“Oh, you’re criticizing him about his big ego.” You laughed, and Loki’s heart fluttered, “You should tell him, he would be very happy that his little brother loves him.”

“Perhaps I will one day” Loki smiled, resting his cheek on the top of your head. “Now, as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted…”

“Diva” you muttered under your breath, making Loki chuckle.

“…Eventually I resigned to living here,” he continued. “And one day, the Incorporation of Mutant Program was introduced.”

“I’m still not over the fact that we were named the IMPs” you laughed, making Loki snicker.

“Are you kidding? That was the only thing I considered salvageable of you all at the time.” Loki joked, earning a poke on the ribs from you, “…Among the other Avengers I was requested to instruct the recruits. Which I refused to do.”

“And then you met me” you smiled.

“And then I met you.” Loki agreed. “Which made it all more bearable, you at least provided me with some challenge and entertainment.”

“That’s a really twisted way to say you like me” you chuckled.

If you only knew…

“Would you believe me if I said I did?”

“That’s fair.”

The triggered something in him, a moment of bravado that made him want to risk everything and tell you.

“Are you sure of that?” he asked, as he gently placed a finger under your chin, and pulled for you to look at him. “Even if I said you drive me completely crazy?”

Oh, the look of shock that adorned your now blushing features was delicious.

“Even if I said that I think about you on every waking moment, and that just for the sake of that smile of yours I’d withstand the most barbarous tortures… That for the longest time now you’ve had my heartstrings wrapped around your fingers, playing me like a puppet at your will just for the sake of you one day maybe looking at me the way I look at you.”

“What…? Wh— L-Loki… I— you—!” you stuttered.

Your face was red, but you didn’t seem repelled by his confession. Thank goodness. He thought maybe giving you some time to organize your words was the best thing he could do.

“Why me?” you finally asked.

“Why not?”

“I’m not particularly strong, powerful or attractive” you stated. “Even among just the other recruits.”

“I beg to differ, it takes a lot to render a god helpless like you did earlier.”

“Because you allowed me to” you retorted.

“Because I am crazy about you” Loki said gently.

“Why?”

“You’re stubborn, you get on my nerves all the time, you question and defy my authority every chance you have, and you have no fear of the consequences of crossing a god, especially one with my history.” Loki chuckled. “That takes a lot of courage.”

You smiled at him shyly, and oh gods, the amount of self-control it took not to tackled you and kiss the daylights out of you was ridiculous.

“You are funny, and witty, you have these innocent eyes that make me want to blindly believe you every time you pull one of your stupid pranks on me.”

“And you fall every time” you smiled as the pink shade returned to your cheeks.

“I fall every time” he whispered with a gentle nod. “I fall every time you smile, every time you laugh and every time you look at me as if I was someone interesting and worth getting to know better.”

“You are worth getting to know better… Hell, you’re worth risking a friendship for…”

“Risking a friendship— Mmph?!”

Before he could process what you had done he was already melting against your lips that were sweetly pressed against his.

He felt your fingers sneaking behind him, brushing gently against his neck, which made him laugh softly against the kiss before they continued their journey to his head, where they started playing with his hair in a way that caused him to swoon. In return he placed his hands on the small of your back, brushing his thumbs against you.

And you let out a giggle.

“What was that?” he asked amused.

“W-Wait, do it again!” You smiled brightly.

Loki smiled and brushed his fingers gently across your back and you let out a little giggle.

“It tickled!” You exclaimed.

“Oh did it…?” he smiled and experimented by gently scratching your sides and belly, just soft caresses with his blunt nails over your skin.

And you were giggling like a happy kid.

“Would you look at that…” Loki taunted you. “The little springy mortal is ticklish after all.”

You just rested against his chest as he tickled you, not protesting or squirming at all, just happy giggles. He supposed it made sense, pokes, squeezes, and jabs did nothing, but your skin was still sensitive enough to react to caresses, and it turned out it was all he needed. He took his sweet time exploring every little spot on your body that made you giggle.

Perhaps tickling was fun after all.

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Safe House : Clandestine F*cks [Avenger!Loki x Female Reader] 18+

Part of the Clandestine F*cks Collection [link] A Link to my Masterlist is HERE

Relationship: Avenger! Loki x Female Reader Summary: (1) On the final night of a mission, you desperately need the attention of your secret lover. (w/c 2.2k) Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Smut heavy. Oral sex (F receiving). Face Sitting. Secret relationship. Language.

Your hand felt gingerly across the wall as you navigated through the darkness. The now-familiar corridor of the mission safe house eerily foreboding as adrenaline surged beneath your skin.

You passed the occupied bedrooms where your teammates slept, the sound of your bare footsteps magnified on creaking floorboards. You winced, cursing them silently.

The doorknob you sought turned easily underneath your touch, letting you slide inside undetected. You thought he might have been awake, but the motionless outline underneath the sheets of the bed told you otherwise.

Picking your way across the floor on tiptoe, the traitorous squeak of farmhouse wood documented your route as you reached to grasp the edge of the duvet. You slipped inside the sheets, running an eager hand over the naked skin of the man who lay on his stomach; his face turned away.

A silhouette of dark curls was outlined against his pillow falling across wide shoulders in a cascade of temptation. You had been plotting the arrival of this moment all week. The completion of a successful mission, an opportune moment and the clandestine secrecy of darkness.

A muffled groan hummed in the air as he stirred beneath your touch, the light scratch of your nails against his skin calling him from his slumber.

“You’re not supposed to be here...” he muttered groggily, as he turned on to his back to face you, propped up on his elbows.

Tousled hair hung freely around his jaw, faint slivers of moonlight dancing across the lines of his cheekbones through a small gap in the curtain. Despite his chastising tone, the low embers of his voice vibrated with intrigue; a glint of mischief in his eyes still visible in the heavy gloom.

Before he could say another word, you were on top of him. Your thighs encased his own, straddling his hips on the unfamiliar bed beneath you. “Well, well…” he murmured, lying back on the pillow “it seems you find it extremely difficult to stay away from me. Not even a full week...” he tutted.

Loki’s wandering hands ghosted up your thighs, meeting the creases of your hips as you leant down to meet him in a ravenous kiss. Your tongue slid firmly into his mouth, softly caressing the wetness of his own as he let out a low moan. His sweet breath invaded your senses. The scent of him so close after being denied his touch almost too much to bear. You felt your hips thrust against the sheets covering his lower body, your instincts begging you to give in to their primal desires.

Magic had rolled from the god like a tsunami, relentlessly crushing the mutant hoard by the dozen as the rest of the team merely picked them off one by one. The memory made your stomach clench with need as he lay beneath you, his muscled legs widening as he raised his knees to rest against your ass.

“We shouldn’t…” he murmured unconvincingly as you began sucking deep kisses into his neck, down towards his shoulder. “They’ll hear us.”

You slid your palms wantonly up his torso, the beauty of his smooth skin mellowing the brute force of power that lay beneath. You remembered the enemies that had fallen to his strength this afternoon, the culmination of five days of intense operations.

You ignored him, biting gently above his collarbone. The darkness hid a smile forming on your lips as he moaned again beneath your seductions.

“Y/N.” he warned, as you began to rub your pussy purposefully back and forth against his crotch; swelling with pride as you felt his cock harden against your aching core.

“They won’t hear us” you whispered against his cheek, feeling his grip tighten on your thighs. “I’ll be quiet, I promise…”

Loki thrust upwards slowly, pressing the mid-point of his solid girth firmly against your swollen clit. The bedsheet between your bodies was absorbing wetness from between your thighs under the pressure. You were soaking.

“Darling, if you could be quiet I’d have had you every night this week, believe me.” Loki said slowly, his deep voice vibrating the air. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of your behind, willing you to bend to him again.

Your lips met in the darkness, the neediness of your breathy kisses growing with every moment. Loki slid his raised knees closer to his body, inching you up his torso with the backs of his thighs until your core grazed his bellybutton through the cotton sheets.

“But let’s see, shall we? A little test.” he purred, the challenge falling from his lips releasing a sharp ripple deep in your channel. “Although I suspect by the time we are finished, our secret will not be such a secret, pet...”

You rolled your eyes as he pulled your hips further towards him; rougher this time. “I saw that, darling” he muttered coyly, “now bring that delicious pussy up here, I’ve missed her desperately.”

Your stomach fluttered, the fruition of your plans tantalisingly close as you considered the logistics of his request. “Who’s next door?” you questioned quietly, ascending his torso on your knees.

“My brother..” Loki murmured absent-mindedly as he slid his hands to grip your hips above him, “now sit down like a good girl, and try to restrain yourself...”

Your fingers gripped around the aged wood of the headboard as you manoeuvred over the god’s beautiful face. It seemed a shame not to be able to see him wholly in the darkness, the way his brow furrowed in intense concentration as he brought you to climax under his attentions; but then – these were desperate times. You needed him, and he knew it.

It hadn’t been long since the relentless flirting and thinly laced innuendos between you and he had spilled over to the best sex you had ever had in your life. Possibly the best sex anyone had ever had. You couldn’t compute there being another level to what was possible from Loki Laufeyson, the thought made you shudder. You had thought it would be easy to maintain the ruse of ambivalent cordiality between you this week in close quarters with the rest of the mission team. But you were wrong.

He had taunted you relentlessly; intentionally or not, as you fought to remain an air of neutrality. The tight t-shirts he’d taken to wearing edged above his hips as he yawned animatedly on entry to the kitchen each morning as breakfast sizzled. The way he brazenly dropped his armour in front of you in the tiny kit room as the others suited up; bending over purposefully to retrieve it. Everything he said sounded like it was designed to make you squirm with desire. You needed him tonight. Now. Like a fix.

With a staggered breath of anticipation you lowered your hips to meet his open mouth; a dark moan of approval humming beneath you like a luxury engine as his skin met yours. God, he was heaven.

His tongue slid gently between your folds, already plumped by flushed, hot blood. It was gentle. Soft. He knew you would be sensitive after a week without his attention.

The tip traced gently around your entrance, lavishing every crevice with its blessing. You sighed against the width of warmth that slid up your centre, his flattened tongue pressing smoothly upwards to rest on your swollen clit.

“Lokiiii” you sighed, as he sucked you gently.

His arms looped underneath your spread thighs, his hands spreading slowly over the tops to steady you. Strong fingertips melded keenly to your flesh, gripping your curves as he pushed you further down to his waiting tongue. Your grip tightened on the wooden headboard, nails digging into the ageing varnish as your lips pressed together to silence a cry.

He vibrated with a chuckle beneath you, enjoying the trap of your own making. A shudder of pleasure rolled low in your belly as Loki licked a thick stripe up the centre of your cunt, returning back eagerly to pull your wet lips into his mouth. “Ahhh, Loki” you moaned quietly, the groan that followed resonating in your sinuses as you stifled your delirium against his work.

Slowly, you began to gyrate your hips against his face; following the instruction of his hands on your ass as he pleasured you religiously. From his open mouth you could hear breathy pants of arousal, every lap of his wet muscle mixing with audible appreciation. He moaned gently as he claimed the nectar given so freely by your body, his hips making soft thrusts behind you in time with his jaw.

Loki slipped his tongue inside your pussy, firing with the first ripples of orgasmic plateau; “Fuuuuck-yesss” you hissed, catching yourself before you screamed it. His nose pressed against your mound as he consumed you leisurely, flickers of moonlight illuminating the lustful concentration on his brow.

Black waves tumbled over the pillow beneath him, his biceps flexing against their tight grip winding against your open thighs and forcing you down upon him. He was relentless. Loki swirled his tongue across your folds, dipping against each centre of pleasure he knew so well in perfect rhythm as he rocked you towards climax at a torturously slow pace.

You were glad it was dark. Expressions twisted your face between awe and excruciation as you fought to hold back the thunders of pleasure building in your throat. Sweat building on your palms made the headboard slide beneath your grip; hands finding the wall above as you grasped for purchase against the coming tide. Low, harsh grunts escaped your lips as Loki’s tongue slipped inside you again. He drew it back out only to press the whole width devastatingly against your fizzing bundle of nerves, enjoying your extended undoing.

You had been on the plateau of orgasm for minutes, teetering addictively between realms. He knew. He always knew. He was biding his time until you couldn’t hold on any more. Until the loud moan of his name building like gunpowder deep in your throat was unstoppably lit. Did he want them all to hear? Or, at the very least, his brother sleeping on the other side of this wall.

“Loki I’m gon-gonna”

He squeezed your thighs knowingly, his eyes fluttering open; crinkling in amusement as you looked down at him desperately. The feeling of his forearms pressed against the backs of your thighs, pulling you deeper into his hungry mouth, was going to make you tip over the edge. You weren’t ready.

You pawed at the wall, trying to focus on any identifying feature on the blank canvas which could distract you while you tried not to tumble into insanity. God how you needed to scream.

With a slip of his palms, Loki raised your hips; scooting himself forward and delving deep into your core with one heavy, mercilessly flattened lick that enveloped you.

You melted against the headboard. The soaring crescendo in your belly howling for freedom as you came deeply into his waiting mouth.

The god's arms encased your thighs, trapping you to him. He owned your pleasure as your hips shuddered above him; seeing stars. Flecks of light crowded your vision as your brow twisted, lips parted in a mercifully silent cry. He drank it in greedily, lapping carefully at your soaking pussy coating him after six nights of absence from his prowess.

Your forearms braced against the wall as the final throes of your release faded. The feeling of gentle laps massaging the edges of your slit fastidiously a reminder of your lover savouring every drop you had to give.

A sigh caught in your throat as you leant back, straddling his chest, catching your breath. The first speckles of dawn had crept through the tight gap in the curtains, the tentative light teasing across Loki’s face. His dimples glowed in the gloom as he smiled knowingly; enjoying the puddled mess you had become under his touch. His lower face glinted with the sheen of cum and saliva spread across his lips, his chin, his nose.

“I’m impressed, darling” he murmured, brushing a strand of damp hair from your forehead, “you hardly made a sound. I must be losing my touch.”

You smacked him lightly on the arm, pleased that you had proved him wrong. A rare moment, indeed.

“You did however, hit the wall quite a few times.” he chuckled, his eyebrow raising as his dimples grew deeper. Your eyes widened before you resigned yourself with a shrug, “You can blame mice.”

“Mice?” Loki snorted, “Even my stupid brother wouldn’t fall for that…”

“He bought that you were performing the heimlich manoeuvre on me in the garages last week so yes...I think he would, actually.” you scoffed, as your secret lover smiled below you.

“Perhaps you’re right, my little vixen” he purred, sitting up to catch you in a kiss; the taste of your cum heavy on his tongue as he leant into you with a firm thrust of his hips.

“Now get out of here and back to bed” he muttered breathlessly, “before I flip you over and irrevocably destroy the clandestine element of our arrangement.”

You slipped off his body, your wet centre clinging optimistically to his hardened cock hidden beneath the cotton sheet which separated you. “I could do it, you know...I’ve proved I can be quiet” you huffed, straightening your flimsy nightdress.

“I wasn’t talking about you, darling. Tis’ I who would not be able to contain my cries of pleasure...” he smirked, turning to rest on his side; one hand raking through his hair as he leant against it.

“Now go. Before I change my mind..." he murmured coyly, fluffing the pillow beneath him.

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Smart Dress pt2

Request: Hiiii Could you do a Loki x reader based off Green Green Dress from tick tick boom?? It’s a 3am idea and I can’t get it out of my head. It’s probably dumb but you’d def be able to do it actually well. By: @amesmorningstar

Re requested by: @eleniblue

Sorry for the delay, I went through some stuff.

Part one

*My requests are open*

Pairing: Loki x Fem!Reader

Summary: Will Loki be able to fix his mistakes?

Warnings: angst, NSFW.

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“Stay” he pleaded against your hair, “Give me one good reason”.

“I really…uhm” it wasn't the best moment to be at loss of words, but he tripped with all sorts of different sentences, not a single one made sense or was good enough to express how he felt.

He took way too long, in tears you sighed, putting your hands on his arms to force him release you, "I knew it" you murmured.

"Fuck" he cursed. Loki turned you around, closed the door with your back against it, and before you could protest he kissed you.

That kiss took you back to the beginning of the year. New year's eve, you just got back from a two week mission, that wasn't supposed to last two weeks.

You almost missed New year's eve, your plan was a night of sleep, not caring about the whole thing, because you were bruised and tired, because you just had to be undercover rescuing some dumb cop that got caught spying some mobsters.

Apparently it involved the avengers because the cop is a mutant of some sorts, so because of his dumb ass you were stuck in a dirty cell instead of celebrating.

And why you? Because no one else wanted to go, and you were late to the meeting. Stark had the laugh of his life.

Stark on the other hand, teared that plan to shreds with his whole event going on. There was no way to reach the dorms with the party in your way. Also with Natasha and Wanda being all over you to get you to stay and have fun.

You ended up staying because, what the hell, right? You needed the drink and to kick someone's ass for the horrible mission they threw you in.

After a lot of drinks, Thor saw pertinent introducing his brother to the team, seeing that no one would be within reason enough to refuse him, bold but smart move.

Loki, in your drunken eyes, was the most beautiful being you had ever seen, though, what came out of your mouth was simply humiliating.

You called him weird, because you believed aliens were supposed to be green skinned, he actually laughed and told you his actual skin color is blue, in his ever so sarcastically polite manner of course.

Since he was in a mean mood, your drunken ass had no other better idea than making him absolutely uncomfortable. "So if your skin is blue, then so is your tongue and your dick?" Everyone of course laughed at your dumb question, Thor on the other hand was a bit worried the temper of his brother might get him to set you on fire.

"You talk to me like that again, mortal, I dare you" his voice resonated through the room, making the other 'ooh' in response, like when a classmate is being called out by the teacher.

After a good laugh, you stood up, poked his leather covered chest and spoke, "Listen popsicle, I had a rough couple of weeks, okay? Threaten me again, and I'll throw you out that window" pointing the open window behind you. "You wouldn't dare" he lowered his head enough to be face to face with you, his lips very close to yours.

After a little snicker, you stole a kiss from him, "Behave handsome, and you'll never know" after a wink you sat again, taking a big sip out of your drink.

To say he was stunned was an understatement, he had his revenge though. After Wanda changed your liquor into water, pulling what you called a reverse Jesus, you weren't drunk enough for when Loki cornered you against a wall and kissed you.

"An eye for an eye, minx" he purred in your ear before vanishing in the air.

Funny, he swore you wouldn't remember, but when you reminded him of it the morning after, he spilled his coffee all over the kitchen counter.

--

"Please stay" he brought your mind back to the situation, "Ask the bitch you were with to satisfy you, she must be looking forward to fuck you" he chuckled at your spite, finding it both cute and alluring.

"Is that why you've been unbearable all week? You're jealous." His eyes shone with the power that emanated from within him, power that he knew he had over you.

"I'm not jealous." Your denial made him laugh, even more than he was already having fun with your anger. "Honey, if you wanted my attention so much, you should have told me." He closed the distance, raising one knee to separate your legs and have you closer. .

His goal must have been to devour you, because of the way his tongue tasted the inside of your mouth, a kiss that lit the candle of passion for him.

"Wait," you moved your face, breaking the kiss, searching for air more than anything. He waited a couple of seconds for you to say something else, that you didn't want him, that you hated him, with no response.

Your lack of words guided his hand to cup your neck, gently at first, then pulled roughly until he devoured your mouth again, biting, without regard, the soft flesh of your lips.

"Darling, I've realized how careless I am to leave your needs unattended, let me fix that" he lowered his head to your collarbone and from there to the base of your ear he licked like a wolf getting a taste of his prey. The sensation sent a shiver down your spine.

You wanted to resist, but his kisses, ever so skillful, his hands traveling from your ass to your hips, just enough to hug them and lift you up, automatically you hooked your legs behind his back, then your hands flew to hang on his shoulders, for support. It was all too much.

This is what he does to get you in motion, you knew it. He pulls you up and then you're so lost in him, there's not enough sense that can overthrow your hunger for his clever touch, the bites he likes to leave as he goes down on you, his smart silver tongue against your clit.

In one swift motion, he laid you down on his bed, still having at least one hand on your hips to keep you grounded.

He wanted to have you again, fast. You, were doomed and lost in his caresses, your hands were all over his back and hair, his own matching your movements, while his pelvis teased yours, thrust after thrust, both undergarments were soaking wet.

As time went by, your doubts dissipated, all that remained was the lust you felt for the evil-born god, who with his hands got rid of all excess clothing. He didn't pay any attention to your lingerie, much less to your wounds. His cock was no mystery to you, he was huge and veiny, perfect for touching all those internal areas that needed his attention, and boy was he good at using it.

His hips collided with yours with each thrust, the sound of skin touching and the wet sound filled the room, as did your moans and his.

Ecstasy was a word you wouldn't use for that moment, there was a knock at the door, and it turned out to be none other than the bitch who accompanied him to the party, which made Loki hit you much harder to divert your attention.

He pulled out of you for a few seconds, then pulled your body towards him, rotating your hips until you were on all fours. He grabbed your hair and he continued fucking you, the thrusts getting stronger and more accurate, hitting every single spot he knows make you week.

"You're mine, to touch, to have, only mine" he breathed against your ear, to which you couldn't respond, the heat clouded your senses, a warm feeling crawled up your core to your chest, a feeling you knew the meaning.

"I love the way you squeeze me when you cum" he said in between panted laughs, "Now, stay, please" you shook your head, "Please love" he then pulled out, grabbed his boxers and came inside them. Disgusted, he threw them on the sink in the bathroom and left the water running on it, until they were soaked, then turned it off and returned to your defeated, tired and ashamed being.

He reached for you as soon as he positioned by your side, but you rolled away from him, "Darling, my sweet love" his hand caressed yours, it was so warm, but of course your pride was stronger than your love for him, so you moved it away from his touch.

"You're still mad at me?" he sounded so surprised, so you laughed, sarcastically obviously. "All this time, you made me believe that you liked me enough".

"What do you mean? I like you," you didn't want to believe anything he said at that moment, "But you still go out with other women, you kiss me, you fuck me and I'm still not enough," again he was left without explanations, " Honey, that's not-" he tried, but he stopped himself, biting his tongue before saying something he'd regret.

"I don't care, you made me think you wanted more than just a quick fuck, but then it was slut after slut" you stood up, first putting on your bra, then your stockings, then your dress, your shoes were actually too much for the state of your legs, so you had them hanging

“Y/n” he called out to you, but you still hadn’t gotten everything out of your chest.

"I'm sick of this, Loki, I don’t wanna do this anymore" holding a tear behind while saying it, burned, but you had to either draw the line or break the cycle.

"But I do like you" that wasn't enough, he thought, still being at loss of proper thinking.

"That’s not the point, horns" he saw in your eyes, and on the way you were hugging your shoes close to your figure, a way to feel your words, deep inside him they resonated.

But before he could feel bad, "It's been a while since you called me that" he purred that sentence like a way to ease the tension.

But you huffed and rolled your eyes, making him lose some of the sanity he had left, "Norns woman, will you tell me what I did wrong?".

"Geez Loki, do I have to think for you too? You used to be so witty, maybe the whores sucked off your brain too"

“Right, stay mad at me for absolutely no reason then, that’s fine by me”

"No reason? I wasted a year of my life to a god, that resulted no different from a regular human asshole"

“Mind your words, mortal”

“Funny, I thought you liked my dirty mouth, horns”

“Just tell me what I can do”

“Figure it out”

As soon as he saw you leave the room, he jumped out of bed, dressed with a spell, and ran after you. The sounds of the party were getting louder, obviously the party continued, a simple fight was always part of Stark's meetings, so people saw it as something common.

“Y/n, you were right” he caught your arm, just before you stepped out to the living room. “I started feeling things for you, but, I couldn’t bring myself to fill in the role of partner you need, not because I didn’t wanted to, the reason is unknown to me” his doubt was the only reason you needed to know that he was still the same prince that blew up his own planet a year ago.

“Sounds void to me” your coldness gave his frozen heart frostbite, so full of truth nonetheless, “I know, but I can’t afford to lose you” it had to stop, you thought, “But you can’t bring yourself to love me properly” you slipped your hand from his touch, “I…We need to stop, I can’t with this”.

It's hard to let go of something you thought you loved but that was destroying you with every kiss and empty promise, but the feeling of freedom that invaded you after a month of detox was unmatched.

Finally, after a month, you stopped caring who he was dating or not, and also the gifts he left at your door, with letters begging for your forgiveness. "You're forgiven, Loki, I'm just not interested in having anything with someone who doesn't know how to take things with responsibility and commitment," much less with a prince who has always had everything on a silver platter and women who lined up to have sex with him.

Maybe he was much more than that, but you didn't know, he never let you see beyond his superficial way of being. You saw some vulnerability when he hugged you after sex and stayed with you until the next morning, and then he said goodbye with a kiss, but after so much pain, you started to doubt if he was really opening up to you, or it was only the reflection his exterior facade.

Either way, life goes on, and so did you.

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Loving More Than One

Bucky X Fem!Mutant!Reader X Loki

summary : reader has a crush. well she has 2. and they’re in a relationship. with each other.

word count : 0.7k

Requested 🤍

warnings : not proofread, 3am writing, haven’t watched marvel in a while so i’m a bit rusty sorry, talks of natural disasters, very sweet and fluff, simple reading?

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You knew it was wrong, okay crushing on people from afar wasn’t wrong, but they were your friends and they were dating and well … you liked them both.

You’d been recruited into the avengers a few years back for your powers, elemental control. You were able to cause a flood, droughts, fires, earthquakes, the list goes on.

During this time you’d met some of your best friends, some even becoming family. People like Wanda Maximoff and Natasha Romanoff.

You’d also quickly become used to Lokis teasing, he was always lurking trying to get a rise out of someone. His favourite target had become you, cheeks flushing whenever he’d taunt you, small touches here and there.

Along with this you’d met Bucky. He did seem intimidating from the outside, but once you got closer he opened up. He told you how he struggled with what he did as the Winter Soldier, and how he hated himself.

You understood, also having been tested on and used for causing damaged all around the world. When you could you only used your powers for things that were good, like helping grow crops and flowers.

However, over time you’d become very fond of Bucky and his gentleness, but also Lokis rambunctious charm.

That was until, “Hello Love,” Loki leaned down, pecking Bucky’s forehead. “Hi,” he gave the god a small smile, even that a rarity from Bucky.

“What are you two up too?” he asked.

“Oh, Bucky was just helping me with some gardening stuff.”

“Ah I see, I must apologise though. I have to steal James from you. We have a reservation.”

Standing up, the shorter man wiped down his jeans with his metal hand, taking one of Lokis in his flesh one. “O-oh yeah of course. Have fun,” you smiled, waving them off.

Oh my god, they’re together.

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Wandering to your room after a long day, you overheard familiar voices. “So we both feel the same way?” Loki.

“Yeah but it’s wrong.” Bucky. He sounded upset. “My Love it is not. It is not abnormal for people to love many during their lifetime. You are more than 100 years of age, and me a thousand. It’s alright.”

This wasn’t a conversation you should be hearing. “So what? We just ask her? Hey we both like you, wanna date us both?”

“That is exactly what we are going to do. Come, she should be here.”

Shit they were heading your way, quickly walking down the hall, you heard Loki call out your name. “Oh hello,” you said, be calm.

“We were just coming to find you,” Loki smiled at you. “Right, what can I help you with?”

“We need to talk to you,” Bucky said quietly.

“Is everything okay?”

“Yeah Darling nothing to worry about, shall we go somewhere more private?” Loki suggested.

The three of you headed out to a balcony, sitting on one bench, Loki and Bucky sat across from you. “So what did you want to talk about?”

“Well umm, you know how well we all get along, and this - this man come as a shock to you but-“ Bucky began, stumbling over his words, when Loki spoke.

“We like you.” It was so simple for him to say, he shrugged when he said it, flicking lint off his trousers. The man next to him nudged him harshly.

“L-like me?” you asked.

“Indeed. We were wondering if you would like to join us in our relationship.” It wasn’t even a question. “Sorry Sweetheart, Lokis a bit … well very comfortable with this,” Bucky spoke softly, coming to sit next to you.

“We both like you. Enjoy your company, find you attractive, we want to get to know you better. But we’re already in a relationship, we were wondering if you’d be interested in being with us both?”

“Yes.” Bucky looked at you shocked, even Lokis eyes widened. “I’m sorry? Darling did you say yes?” The god asked. You nodded, humming, “I’d like that very much, thought I was crazy liking you both … turns out it’s not too unusual.”

“So, you’d like to go on a date with us, see how it goes?” Bucky questioned.

“I’d really like that,” you kissed the man’s stubble covered cheek and rose. Leaning over and doing the same to the other mans.

“But for now I must sleep,” you smiled at them both, bidding them goodnight. “D-did that really just happen?”

“Yes my Darling it did.”

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A/N: Written for @melodymishahiddlestan

I hope this was okay for you! I’ve never wrote for Bucky or Loki and I’m a bit rusty on my Marvel atm. I’ve also never wrote for a 3 person relationship, but it was fun to do. I wanted to keep it simple and sweet. Hope you enjoyed 🤍

Thank you so much for reading! Please leave any requests 🤍

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[missvelvetsstuff]

With Friends Like You, Who Needs Enemies

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Reader is a mutant with the ability to turn sound into light who was 'adopted' aka stolen as a child by Baron Von Strucker to use for experimentation. She was given a form of the Super soldier serum so in addition to her mutant abilities she also has super strength, enhanced senses and healing. When he starts experimenting on his volunteers, the Maximoff twins, she tries to convince them to escape with her but they tell the Baron that she's planning to escape so he doubles her cell security. Steve and reader met when the team recovered Loki's scepter from Strucker.

She falls in love with Steve and becomes good friends with Nat but they aren't the friends she thinks they are.

Notes: this story is canon adjacent except that Thanos never happened.

I try to keep my readers description vague but, as always, she's female and above average height.

Chapter 8

Warnings: swearing, a little angst, a little fluff

The next morning Helen Cho examined Nat and gave her a clean bill of health. In her report to Tony she noted that Nats vision had likely returned weeks ago but she had rescheduled her appointments multiple times, confirming his belief that Nat was stringing them along.

When the room Nat had been living in was cleaned the maintenance worker brought a box of items that were left behind to Tony's office where he was having a quick lunch with Pepper.

As Pepper went through the few items, Nats bandages went in the trash, books returned to the library but a pair of blue boxer briefs caught her attention.

"Tony? Were these Natashas? They don't look like they would fit her."

Tony looked at the offending item curiously

"While I can't say for sure as I have no idea what she wears or what size, those don't look like they would fit her." He held them up to his waist and chuckled, "Don't look like mine, like I would ever wear some poly blend, but I have an idea."

He cleared his throat

"FRIDAY? Could you tell Rogers I need to speak with him when he has a moment?"

"Of course, Boss." The AI replied.

A few hours later Steve knocked on Tony's office door "What's up, Stark?"

Tony chuckled "Just working on a little mystery. Look familiar?" He picked the briefs and showed them to Steve whose eyes grew wide when he recognized them.

Steve turned red and stuttered nervously, unsure where this was going "oh uh yeah, th those are mine. They caught in the dryer or something?"

Tony smiled menacingly "Nope. They were in Romanoffs room. Any idea why that would be?"

Steve chuckled "I uh I don't know. I went to talk to her a couple of times, trying to understand her point of view but, I'm ugh I don't know."

Tony shook his head "You're A shit liar Rogers. Just come clean so I don't have to check the footage from her room."

Steve tried to bluff "What do you mean Stark? What are you trying to accuse me of?"

Tony looked him in the eye "Jesus, Steve are you really unable to admit you were still fucking her? After everything you both did, how badly you hurt Y/N and you still couldn't let her go? Must be some enchanted pussy."

Steve flinched "It's none of your business who I'm intimate with, Tony. She's gone so let it go."

Tony tsked "I don't really see it that way since she was a duplicitous bitch and your continued association speaks to your character. I need to know what else you've hidden from the team and I want your word that you will leave Y/N alone."

Steve shook his head "No. I'm not hiding anything that you need to know and I'm definitely not giving you shit. If I want to pursue Y/N and try to fix what I've done it's between me and her."

Tony folded his arms over his chest "If it potentially messes with my team then I need to know. I guess you can try to fix things but that doesn't mean I have to make it easy for you. That poor girl has been thru enough, why can't you just let her and Barnes be happy."

"Never thought I'd see you stand up for Bucky, Stark."

Tony shrugged "Never thought you'd turn out to be a lying POS. Winter Soldier aside he seems a better man than you."

"Fine, Tony I have things to do." Steve stalked out, fuming.

On his way to his room he passed the common room where Rainbow and Bucky were cuddled up on the couch, quietly talking with lots of giggles and kissy noises.

Steve scoffed "Don't you both have private rooms where you can ahem fondue instead of hanging all over each other out here? What happened to modesty?" he grumbled as he walked off.

Bucky and Rainbow looked at each other confused at Steve's outburst. Bucky shrugged she giggled and they went back to their bubble until Sam showed up.

Sam grinned at them "Well, aren't you love birds just adorable." He started singing "Rainbow and Bucky, sittin in a tree, K I S S I N G-" He teased.

Bucky blushed before he glared at Sam, cutting him off, not wanting him to make Rainbow uncomfortable.

"Grow up, Sam. You'd think you had never seen a happy couple. Must have been one Hell of a dry spell."

Sam laughed "Nah, I just enjoy getting you flustered."

Bucky had enough and raised his voice "You need to stop-"

Rainbow softly touched his cheek and Bucky closed his eyes and leaned into her hand, Sam all but forgotten

"It's ok Jamie, he doesn't bother me. Nothing else matters when I'm with you."

Sam smirked "Aawww, ain't you the

cutest.

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About a month after Nat left the compound, there was a fundraiser for the New York library. Bucky and Rainbow were hesitant to join the team on a nite out but Tony did everything short of calling it mandatory so they agreed to shut him up.

Details about the triangle with Rainbow, Nat and Steve had been leaked including some racey pics, everyone assumed by Nat, and the teams popularity took a hit. Steve's approval rating was down more than anyone besides Nat.

Unfortunately they received funding from multiple governments and other rich benefactors besides Tony and the negative numbers made some of them twitchy. Tony was convinced that coming out together and showing a United front would help.

There hadn't been any huge incidents that required Avengers level intervention so Rainbow and Bucky hadn't been on any missions while he taught her how to fight hand to hand.

Steve was doing everything he could think of to get alone time with Rainbow but distracting Bucky wasn't enough. The entire team worked to keep Steve away from her which made him short tempered. He disappeared for a few hours at least 3 late nights a week and would be less awful the next morning but it didn't last long.

Everyone assumed he was hooking up but only Tony had a good inkling of who Steve was meeting up with, which meant she was still in town.

That concerned Tony. After the reveal of Nats multiple faces he didn't trust her, or Steve's, intentions so kept a close eye on Steve and kept the other eye open for her to try to worm or cheat her way back on to the team. Or cause them more damage. He couldn't find any trace of her or evidence that she was up to something but knew they hadn't seen the last of her. Tony kept it all to himself so that he wasn't needlessly worrying the team, who all had their own suspicions.

He had FRIDAY watching out for her without any luck, knowing that her particular skill set would help her stay under the radar.

Wanda and Rainbow went shopping to find outfits for the library gala. Rainbow found the perfect dress, a pastel ombre floor length gown with spaghetti straps and a sweetheart neckline.(like Faith Hills 2002 Oscar dress).

Rainbow was so excited, her first event as an official Avenger and a chance to dress up and go out on Bucky's arm.

She was also nervous about such a big event and all the people that would be there. It wasn't Tony's event or his venue so she was a little nervous about security and Nat trying to pull something.

Or Steve trying to get her and Bucky apart. Steve and Nats deception made her nervous and skittish about trusting anyone but Bucky, Sam, Tony, Bruce and Wanda. Steve was another story, he kept pursuing her but never even apologized for what he had done, trying to convince her it didn't happen how she remembered.

The day of the event Pepper called in a beauty team to help get the ladies ready so they could relax. They gossiped and giggled about the men in their lives, over champagne, carefully avoiding any mention of Steve or Nat.

Once it was time to go they went to the lobby to meet their men who were waiting, mostly patiently.

When Bucky saw Rainbow his mouth dropped open and his eyes darkened. It took him a moment to speak

"Damn doll, you look more beautiful every time I see you. All the men there are gonna be green with envy when they see my girl." He kissed the back of her hand.

Rainbow admired Bucky's all black look with a small splash of color in a pocket square that matched her dress.

Sam was also there with a very cute girl from the research team, they had bonded over Red Wing. Lauren was very sweet and a little crazy and not used to the kind of attention Sam lavished on her but she loved it.

As they headed towards the stretch SUV a familiar but unwelcome voice called out "Oh good, I got here just in time." And proceeded to insert himself between Bucky and Rainbow, hand on her lower back as he opened the car door for her.

Rainbow pulled away from Steve with a look of disgust on her face, Bucky bumped Steve with his shoulder to force him away from Rainbow.

Steve scoffed "Isn't this whole outing supposed to show we are still a united team, ready to work together and protect humanity? Who's going to buy that if everyone is giving me dirty looks and flinching away?"

Tony sighed "Dammit, he's right. We need to just hold our noses and look like one happy family." He looked at Rainbow sadly "You should probably dance with him at least once just for show."

Bucky shook his head "No fucking way, he needs to keep his hands off of her." his arm went around her shoulder and pulled Rainbow closer to him.

She looked in his eyes, touching his cheek softly "They're right but it's ok, Jamie. I don't want to be separated from you but it's only a dance or two and I can take care of myself."

Bucky sighed then glared at Steve "I swear to god Steve, you hurt one hair on her head and I'll kill you in your sleep."

He helped Rainbow into the car and scooted in after her before Steve could get between them and sit next to her.

The drive was tense, the lighthearted vibe from earlier was gone thanks to Steve's insistence on being part of the group, without regard to the feelings of anyone else. Bucky had Rainbow pulled close to him while giving Steve his best Winter Soldier stare.

When they arrived the door was opened to the red carpet, shorter than your typical Hollywood event but enough to let fans and paparazzi get a look at the Avengers.

Of course Tony and Pepper went first with a positive reaction of applause and shouting.

Wanda and Vision were next with a similar reaction from the crowd and camera flashes popping everywhere.

Rainbow stepped out of the car and the crowd erupted. Applause, whistles, shouting and requests for autographs and selfies. She smiled nervously, never having expected so much love.

Bucky followed her and received a positive response, if a bit muted.

Steve stepped out of the car and the crowd went silent, all that could be heard was whispers and flashes. Then a smattering of boos and hisses sounded and Steve clenched his jaw before striding past everyone and into the library.

Tony shrugged and smirked at the crowd and led everyone inside to stop at the bar first.

After snacking on some appetizers to offset the alcohol she was drinking Rainbow wandered around the room, holding Bucky's arm and chatting with the people Tony introduced them to.

Then came some speeches about the money raised and the good work the libraries did. A couple of local celebrities performed and then the music started. Steve appeared out of nowhere to grab Rainbows arm and drag her to the dance floor. She started to pull back before she remembered what Tony said, united front- happy family, and tried to relax in his arms.

She was doing well until a short, curvy blonde in a strapless, glittery, red dress with a cut outs and a slit high up her thigh approached Bucky. Rainbow didn't recognize her face but there was something familiar about her. Bucky shook his head but the woman wouldn't take no for an answer so he finally gave in, emphasizing that he would only give her one dance.

When the song ended Rainbow and Bucky pulled away from their dance partners, practically running back into each others arms. They swayed to a slow song, staring into each others eyes like they were the only people in the world.

A more lively song started and Bucky pulled her into the simple swing dance moves making her sport a real smile. When he went to spin her the crowd seemed to move together to come between them and Rainbow ended up in Steve's arms. He worked to move them down a hallway towards the bathrooms where Rainbow saw something that made her chest ache.

The sultry blond in the red dress was kissing Bucky hard, hands in his hair pulling him closer to her. When Rainbow saw, a gasp left her mouth and the blonde woman barely pulled back from Bucky to quickly smirk at her before pulling Bucky back to kiss him again. Steve turned Rainbow before she could see Bucky pushing the woman away and wiping all traces of her from his lips while looking for her. Rainbow felt a pinch in her neck and everything went black.

Bucky looked around frantically for Rainbow but her, Steve and the blonde woman were nowhere in sight. He moved through the crowd in the direction Steve had been moving, through the hall past the bathrooms to the service entrance but they were gone.

Bucky raced back into the main room, searching for Wanda first in the hopes that her powers could help find Rainbow.

He grabbed Wanda's hand and pulled her to interrupt Tony and Peppers dance and blurted out

"She's gone! Natasha was here and helped Steve separate us and now they're all gone."

Chapter 9

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[fandoms-writings]

Below is a list of current wips that you can expect from me in the near future <3 I do write slow, but I'm working on these as fast as I can <3

Drabbles/One-shots:

"You're a mess"/"I'm not a mess."/"I can tell you've been crying."  &  "Let me kiss it better" - Knight! Bucky x Queen! Reader - A + F

"Choose me" - Bucky - A

"Choose me" & "let me hear you make that sound again" - Biker! Bucky - A + S

"You were supposed to be different. They were supposed to be wrong about you, but they were right. They were so fucking right." - Bucky w/ morally gray reader - A

"Keep your pretty eyes on me." and "You shouldn't be out here by yourself." -Vampire! Bucky x Human! Reader - A + S + (version 2)

"You know my door is always open for you, right?" and "You're already wet sweetheart." - Bucky w/ kinky virgin reader - F + S

"You know my door is always open for you, right?" and "You're already wet sweetheart" - Stephen Grant - F + S

"Don't go where I can't follow. . . I thought I lost you." - Bucky - A

"Why didn't you say how bad it was?" - Steve Rogers - A

"Come get me? I miss you" - Loki - F

"Is that my shirt?" & "Keep your pretty eyes on me." - Bucky - F + S

"Don't go where I can't follow… I thought I lost you" & "You're exhausted honey. Go back to sleep." - Nomad! Steve Rogers - A + F

"What are we doing?"/"Why are you doing this?" - Miguel O'Hara - A

"Can I hold your hand?" - Miguel O'Hara - F

"You're not as bad as everyone says you are." - Mob! Steve - F

"Will you taste this? Tell me if I'm missing anything?" - dealers choice - F

"You were supposed to be different. They were supposed to be wrong about you, but they were right. They were so fucking right."- Mob! Steve - A

DBF!Bucky x College!Reader - A

Series/AUs:

Boxer! Miguel x PR! Reader - A + F + S

This one will be more of an AU then a series I think, but I'm still working on it.

Miguel's boxing career is starting to pick up, and that means you, as his public relations specialist, are to insure that the people love him. You also make sure he doesn't take any fights he isn't ready for. However, when another boxer by the name of Kron Stone openly challenges Miguel, and Miguel accepts, you have to come to terms that what you know may ruin the trust he has in you.

Mafia-Dilf! Miguel x Dance-teacher! Reader - A + F + S

Everyone was terrified of Miguel O'Hara, the most powerful man in the city. But you knew better. To you, he was just a single dad trying to raise and protect his daughter, bringing her to your dance class every week. That is until someone looking for Miguel shows up at your studio, and Miguel takes it upon himself to protect you from outside forces, showing you just what kind of a man truly he is.

Bucky Barnes x Dream-witch! Reader - A + F + S

Looking for something to aide in his sleepless nights, Bucky searches weeks for you, the dream witch of New York. You're known for helping vets with ptsd have terrorless nights and sometimes, if they're lucky, they actually have pleasant dreams. What Bucky didn't expect, was for you to be so captivating, or for him to open up so easily around you. But to have the powers you do, you've got to be more than just a mutant, right?

Bucky Barnes x single!pregnant!reader (neighbor AU) - A + F + S

This one will be more of an AU rather than a series.

You moved into your small apartment alone and nervous, with a broken heart and a little one on the way, just wanting to be the best mom you can. Lucky for you, your neighbor is the sweetest man in the world and has offered to help you out when you need it. It doesn't hurt that he's the most attractive man you've ever met. But you don't have time for a relationship with anyone, you need to prepare for the baby.

tagging some mutuals below to spread the word <3

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[mochie85]

HELLO💖

had a quick thought that could maybe turn into something? Not sure lol

Okay well, I was crawling on the floor like an idiot trying to dig up my slippers from under the bed (I have short arms) and I had a thought…Loki finds y/n in a similar situation and just can’t help but stare, becomes a bit a flustered mess if you will, god forbid anyone catches him off guard tho (especially y/n), something fluffy or something funny, anything goes, up to you! He also may selfishly put y/n a similar situation or two after the first instance just to get repeat of his first view bc he’s a mischievous little prick, y/n isn’t stupid tho and catches on quick, starts playing into his games, and starts making it unbearable for him after she starts wearing skirts or something, ok lemme shut up now

Enjoy✨

To Fold and To Flex

One-Shot Masterlist Complete Masterlist

Summary: Loki didn't realize he was in love with you until he saw you from a new perspective. A/N: I hope you liked this @loopsisloops. Sorry, it took so long. Pairing: Loki x Female Reader Warnings: Mostly fluff. No details of smut, but very suggestive scenes. Dividers: @firefly-graphics

The cloud inside Loki’s mind wouldn’t lift. It wasn’t a headache perse, more of an annoyance. He’s felt like this for a couple of months now. A feeling of something he’s missed. It was almost within his grasp but he couldn’t, for the life of him, figure out what it was.

It was better whenever he would spend time with you. The clouds would go away and he found joy in your laughter. He found excitement in your shared love of mischief. He found peace in the late afternoons with you, sharing your love of music with him.

However, whenever you were not around, the fogginess in his head somehow got worse. It traveled down his body, onto his chest. Squeezing him tight. Making him unable to breathe at times. What unexpected power you had over him?

You did not have any magical talents as a witch or perhaps a mutant. Loki has checked your file multiple times and asked both Wanda and Strange to look into you. Strange just rolled his eyes at him - the nerve! Wanda - Wanda wouldn’t stop smiling after Loki explained the situation to her.

“Maybe you should just hang out with her more often. Make those clouds go away for good!” She suggested with a smirk.

“What kind of half-brained idea is that? Would you tell an alcoholic to drink more liquor? Or an addict to take more of their narcotics?” Loki shouted back as he turned and walked away from her. They were ridiculing him. They must be. No one here ever thought him serious.

Hence, here he was, sitting up alone in his bed. His head in his hands trying to figure out where this heaviness came from. What was it about you that made him think of you at all hours of the day? Why does every melody he hears remind him of the twilight evenings listening to old records with you?

Walking down to the kitchen, he decided to raid Tony’s liquor cabinet. A habit he picked up from you whenever you needed to stop overthinking about something serious. Then maybe tomorrow he would confront you about your power over him and perchance he could bargain with you to let him go. You must have some sort of control or spell bewitching him.

Perhaps you had some elven blood in you, some Aether. And you weren’t aware you were doing it. He could help you! He could help you control your powers. Yes! It would undoubtedly lead to more time spent together. But if it’s for your own good. For your own safety. Then he would risk this dense cloud over his heart and mind a little longer to help you.

As he strode quietly to the kitchen, Loki could make out loud clinks of glass coming from the bottom cabinets of the bar. There could be any number of you still awake at this time and he turned to go back into his room. He found the thought of making small talk with anyone from the team tedious and insincere.

“Ugh, where are you?!” he heard your muffled groan. He stopped midstride, turning back around towards the kitchen, with a wide grin on his face. He was about to say some amorous remark about how you needn’t look any further, for here he was – the perfect specimen - standing in front of you.

But he couldn’t. He rounded the corner and was met with your curvaceous rear end in some remarkably tight leggings. Loki’s eyes widened. He tilted his head as his mouth opened to an appreciative shock. He found you on your knees as you were reaching for something deep in the cabinets. Your small grunts and curses invaded his head.

It wasn’t until he saw you, in that precarious position, that it hit him. A hard blow to the lungs. Like the clouded air was knocked out of him and all he could do was just stand there and look at your luscious arse.

I want her. He finally admitted to himself. Loki closed his mouth and snapped out of it. Is that drool coming out of my lips?

“Ugh…come on. Just a little closer,” you grunted. Loki bit his bottom lip at hearing your phrase. “Yes!” you breathed out as you found whatever it was you were looking for.

As if the gods themselves slowed down time, he watched you stand up. Your hair gathered to one side of your face. Your body slid up along his and he felt warmth emanating from you. The light in your eyes turned the color into a new hue. When you looked up at him, you had released your bottom lip from the bite you held it in.

And Loki’s heart skipped a beat.

“Shit!” You whispered. “I wasn’t stealing anything!” You said hiding the bottle of whiskey behind you.

“What are you hiding dear?” His wide smile made your heartache and double over. He pushed his arms under yours and around your waist, pulling you closer in his embrace. The scent of his cologne muddles your senses as he reached for the pilfered bottle you were holding behind you.

“When did you get here? I didn’t hear you come in?” you asked him.

“I haven’t been down here very long. I heard the sounds of thieving and was wondering who would be brave enough to rob the Avengers in the middle of the night.” You giggled at his words. Gods, he loved the sound of your giggle.

He took the bottle from behind you and opened the twist cap with his nimble thumb. The cap opened so fast it flew off the bottle onto the counter. Loki took a swig of whiskey. His eyes never left yours while his other hand still wrapped around your waist.

“Hey! That was mine. I stole that fair and square!” You stomped your foot. Gods you look adorable!

“Why are you up so late?” Loki smiled, offering the bottle back to you.

“My mind wouldn’t rest,” you said, taking the bottle and drinking a sip yourself.

“Couldn’t sleep either, huh?” Loki asked as you moved away from his embrace. He fought the urge to squeeze you to keep you in place.

“Ya. I’m still jetlagged from the mission.” You offered. It wasn’t a lie. But Loki knew it was only a half-truth. “That’s my excuse. What’s yours?” you quickly asked.

You, he wanted to say. “As I said, I heard someone trying to steal something in the kitchen. And I thought I would be proactive and stop the evildoer from doing any harm.” He teased you. “Or from stealing all of Tony’s beloved liquor.”

“Stop. I wasn’t stealing!” You jokingly pushed him on his right peck, feeling the strong hard muscle underneath. He caught your hand as it was touching him and he held it against himself for a short while before conventionality made it seem awkward. He couldn’t stop wanting to touch you.

“I’ll replenish what I sto-borrowed.” You said blushing. You busied yourself finding two old-fashioned glasses for the whiskey. Trying to hide the dimpled smile forming on your face.

Your hair had fallen down, covering you. Loki wouldn’t have that and he delicately pulled your strands back behind your ear. You turned to face him with a warm smile, “Thanks,” you said.

Loki was stunned. All this time, he never once saw you as anything more than a friend. How could he? He was resigned to the thought that no one here in this realm would ever want to be with him. He couldn’t – no, wouldn’t – think of anyone here that way because he didn’t want to get himself attached and subsequently get hurt.

So he turned off that side of him. Looked at the world through the hazy filter of friendship and amiable companionship. That cloudy filter inevitably obscured his view of you and your relationship together.

But one look at you in that indefensible position - your beautiful body offered up before him like a sacrifice to an insidious god - he couldn’t help but break that filter and replace it with lust-filled longing and a desperate stare.

It went on for quite some time. His stare. His longing. It was like he was looking at you through new eyes. Your soft supple skin, your buoyant laughter, that round curvaceous ass! He couldn’t stop thinking about that night he found you, on your knees with your plump cheeks in the air, tempting him to run his palm around you. He had to see it again.

“You got a little something…” Wanda said to Loki, breaking his train of thought. “…right here.” She said motioning to the side of her lips. “Are you drooling?” Loki quickly went to wipe his lips only to find them dry. Wanda started laughing.

Loki was upset at being mocked. “Why are you here? Come to give me more asinine advice on my predicament?”

“It’s the tower’s gym, Loki. I’m here to train. Just like everybody else. Although, you’re spectating more than you are working out. What, or rather, whom are you watching?” Wanda’s eyes followed Loki’s stare.

They watched you mount Wilson on the mat. Your arms and legs wrapped around him in a chokehold. Wilson tapped your arm, yielding to your capture. How Loki wished it was him your arms were wrapped around.

“Uh-huh. I’m glad you took my asinine advice! You’re welcome by the way.” Wanda provoked.

“I beg your pardon?!” Loki asked confused and heartbroken.

“I overheard Bucky trying to ask her out for a cup of coffee and she said she’s flattered but that she’s seeing someone.” Wanda relayed. “So I assumed you took my advice and asked her out. That’s why you’re drooling in the middle of the gym making that heart-eye emoji face.” Wanda rounded her fingers shaping them into a heart against her eyes as she walked back to her yoga mat.

Loki looked back at you. Were you being courted by someone already? Had he missed his chance? He watched as you bent down stretching your back. Your legs spread apart as both hands reached for your left ankle. You did a quick little bounce and reached over to your right ankle.

Loki groaned inside. He swallowed hard, as he watched you stretch your upper legs and back muscles. You stood back up and turned towards him. Both of your eyes briefly meet. Norns, I got caught staring. Loki quickly resumed his own workout of…for fucks sake, what was I working out? Loki conjured weights in his hand and he proceeded to do reps.

“Hey Silver-tongue, what’chu working on?” you asked as you strode towards him.

 “498, 499, 500…oh, hello darling. How can I help you?” You watched him do his bicep curls. His lean muscle stretched the thin fabric of his shirt. You could follow the veins in his arms as he made them taught and then relax.

“I was hoping for a spotter. I wanted to work on my quads.”

“I would be happy to oblige.” Loki quickly agreed. He had no idea what a spotter was or what part of your body the quads were located in. But seeing that you chose him over anyone else in the gym - over the seething Barnes who was watching with narrowed eyes over in the corner - he couldn’t help but be elated.

Loki quickly learned what he had to do and now he regretted putting himself in this predicament. How could he possibly get out of this without embarrassing himself in front of you?

He stood behind you as you carried a long bar over your shoulders with heavy weights on either end. You proceeded to do squats. Bringing your body down and then back up again. “What exactly am I to do again, darling?” Loki asked as you continued to do another squat.

“Watch my form. Make sure I’m doing it correctly. One misalignment could mean an injury or at the very least aching muscles tomorrow morning.” Oh, he was watching your form all right.

“And this is supposed to help…” Loki’s head tilted as he watched you squat down, “…your thighs?” Those delicious thighs.

“Yes. And I know you can take this weight off me easily if I can’t continue.” You grunted as you stood. The primal sound embedded itself in his imagination. “I know how strong you are. You can probably carry this weight with your pinky finger.” You complimented.

Loki huffed. “Are you flattering me? And they call me ‘Silver-tongue?’” he smiled.

“I’ve seen you Loki, I know how strong you are. You shouldn’t hide under so many layers.” You winked at him.

“Watch what you say around me, darling.”

“Or what? It’ll inflate that ego of yours?” you giggled. As you stood up from your last squat.

You watched him come closer behind you. A smirk on his lips as his tongue peeked out. He leaned in closer to your ear and whispered, “Or else, I’ll have to show you the genuine reason why they call me Silver-tongue.” His voice vibrated in your ear, tickling it, sending shivers down your side.

You dropped the barbell behind you. Loki caught it with one hand. “Looks like you did need someone to spot you after all.”

Is Loki flirting with me? You looked into his glinting eyes searching for that familiar friendly gaze. The one he always gave you after he said such things. The one where he placed you back in the box labeled ‘friend’. Only this time, it wasn’t there. There was something deviant in his eyes. As if you were seeing them for the first time. Clear and dark.

His eyes roamed your body as if he were imagining all the lewd things he wanted to do to each and every single part of you. You shivered at his gaze. What changed? You wondered. When did he stop being my friend and started wanting something more?

Neither of you could help it. The tension was too irresistible to fight. Flirting with the god of mischief was dangerous. You trusted your friend, Loki. The one you would spend afternoons listening to music with while he read to you on the couch. But Loki - the silver-tongued god of mischief? Silver-tongue was someone different. He was darker. More dominating. He was confident and arrogant. And you would be lying only to yourself if you said that it didn’t turn you on. Neither of you were bold enough to admit your feelings to each other. And both of you were too proud to give in. The two of you stuck in an endless game of cat and mouse.

You started wearing skirts to tease him. But he would play into it, knocking down whatever you had in your hand with his seidr, just to see you bend over. Short of doing “the Bend and Snap,” you teased him by running your hands up your thighs, then your hips. Lifting your skirt slightly as you slowly got up. You would roll your eyes secretly. You knew Loki was around somewhere watching you, but you didn’t know where.

You would get him back though! Whenever you would pass behind him you would drag your fingernails across his back, shoulder to shoulder. You never passed up the opportunity to touch him. You particularly liked it when he would wear his long hair up in a messy bun. You would have access to his long neck and you would run your fingernails lazily along the back.

 He would shiver in response. You especially liked it when he was around other people and you caught him off guard and he would just freeze and stop whatever he was doing. He’d close his eyes and just relish in your touch as you softly play with the hairs on the back of his neck.

It all came to a head one night when Loki was on his way down to the kitchen for some more of Tony’s expensive, top-shelf liquor. He heard some rustling in the cabinets again and wondered if it was you. Eager, he came around and saw you fishing the cabinets for the whiskey he purposely hid in the back of the cabinet. Loki stood there, mesmerized once again by your curvaceous body in your sleep shorts. The fabric riding up so high they barely covered you. His hand involuntarily moved closer. On their own, they reached out to you. You quickly found the bottle and stood yourself back up with ease. Those squats really do help.

“Darling,” Loki said as his hands curled around your waist. He couldn’t resist any longer. You were surprised to find him behind you.

“Loki. What are you doing here?” you asked. “Couldn’t sleep either?”

“No. Not with you running through my mind all night.” His hands felt warm against your body. He buried his nose on the side of your neck. His lips threatened to kiss your skin, but he was still hesitant. He knew that as soon as his lips touched your body, there would be no going back. He would crave you more and more and there would be no satisfying his addiction to you.

You placed the bottle down on the counter, forgotten, and placed your hands on top of his. You guided him up your torso, to your eager breasts. He moaned as he leaned into you. Your body was trapped between his growing length and the cold kitchen counter.

Your hands continued up towards his hair, splaying your fingers and reaching that sensitive part behind his neck. Making a fist in his hair, grabbing it, pushing his face closer to your neck, aching to feel his lips on your skin.

“Don’t tease me, Silver-tongue.” You simpered. That pet name does things to him. Only you would be able to call him that and make it sound so wicked. So desperate, yet so reverent.

“Unlike the way you’ve been teasing me, kitten? With those scratches on my back. Touching me the way you do.” He growled, giving in to the taste of your honeyed skin on his lips.

“I thought you liked my hands on you.” You asked naively.

“Hmm. Why do you think I started wearing my hair up?” One of his hands roamed up to your neck, while the other pulled your hips flushed against him. “Do you know how many times I’ve pictured taking you, bent over for me like a common harlot? Every time I see you bowed over, presenting your delicious curves to me like a maiden offering up herself to a selfish god.”

“Why do you think I started wearing skirts?” You asked playfully. You could feel Loki’s smile against your skin. He pulled your face towards his, finally capturing your lips in a deadly kiss. His thumb stroked your cheek as he sucked on your upper lip.

Loki broke off the kiss, his lips lingering a little longer over yours. “Come,” he commanded. He led your dazed figure back towards the bedroom hallways.

“What are we doing?” You asked beguilingly. We. He liked the sound of ‘we.’

“Neither of us can sleep. I know a couple of ways to make us tired,” he said as he picked you up over his shoulder, laying his hand on your delicious ass and smacking it.   

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