#well finally they said fuck it and let Loki be

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ill-intentioned "compliments"

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Summary: Loki steps in when a man subjects you to his tasteless opinion on your outfit

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Word Count: 955 (issa blurb)

Warnings: creepy men being creepy; the tiniest dose of violence (let me know if I missed anything!)

Things to be aware of: a bit of mutual pining

"I haven't the slightest idea why we have even been tasked with this," Loki muttered, walking alongside you holding a paper with a list of errands for the two of you to run this weekend. Every other week, two names from the team were picked from a hat, and this week, your names popped up.

"Well Pepper said something about it helping the team seem more approachable, 'human', if the public sees us doing 'normal people' things. So getting groceries, getting the cars cleaned and gassed up, picking up pizza…little things."

He grumbled even worse; if he wasn't such a stickler for his princely stature, he'd probably be slouching and dragging his feet right about now. "I suppose it could be worse," he said softly. "I could have been partnered with less tolerable company."

"Why Mischief, are you saying you like having me around?" you quipped, playfully batting your eyes at the god. "High praise coming from you."

"Do not make me regret saying that, little mortal." He rolled his eyes at you, failing to hold back the twitching of the corner of his mouth and hide the amusement. As he often did when he was around you.

"Well if it makes you feel any better, I like having you around, too."

Your words took him aback. "Truly?"

"Of course." You pointed at the next item on your list, before motioning toward the top shelf. "You're the most tolerable tall person I could've been partnered with. Last time I got partnered with your brother I had to push around two carts on my own."

You had to look away while he reached up for the carton of pickle jars, resisting against every urge to ogle at the way his midnight black jeans stretched over his inhumanly perfectly shaped ass. "Well for what it's worth, darling, I would never let you do any of this on your own--"

"We-he-heeeelll, Agent Y/L/N," a voice drawled out, coming from a man who was no less than two decades your senior, eyes filled with such prurient thoughts that he didn't even bother to hide as he leered at you. The way he said your name, along with the way he looked at you, felt like you were being blanketed in slime.

Made you want nothing more than to kick his ass. Or even rack up a debt to the god you were partnered with and ask for his help.

"Don't you look mighty fine today, in that cute little skirt…" The unwelcome lecherous admirer was reaching his hand out toward you, letting out a yowl of pain when Loki stormed over, grabbed the man's wrist in his significantly larger hand, and squeezed.

"I think not," he said through gritted teeth. "You're undeserving to be sharing the same breath as her and you believe yourself entitled to a touch?"

"What? I was just paying her a compliment!" the man whined. "It's a free country, you fucking alien. What? I can't tell a woman she's pretty anymore? Is that what--"

"You know damn well you were doing more than that. You were putting her in a situation to give a clear message, that despite her stature and place in society, because you have deemed it so, she is still subject to your lecherous thoughts. You were going to touch her without her consent because you wished for her to know that you can, and whatever happens in the aftermath will not nullify how she was already subjected to being groped by your grimy unworthy hands." The god squeezed a touch tighter, a near sadistic smile stretched across his face when he began to hear bones creaking and threatening to crack.

"Fucking psycho you're breaking my hand!"

"Oh I haven't even begun to get psychotic," Loki spat out, squeezing just a touch harder and hearing the first fracture finally give in. He begun to speak lower, and you were too far away to decipher what he said next. "You know not the lengths I would go for her, you impotent, tiny, inconsequential insectile excuse for a man. Anyone who sullies her mood will have me to answer to, am I being clear?"

Another squeeze. More fractures. And the once supercilious man was reduced to a whimpering mess, pleading for mercy. "P-Please I'm sorry, just let me go I won't do it again."

"See to it that you don't." The god's eyes glowed a vibrant green for a moment, casting an enchantment that would replicate the sensation of his hand fracturing whenever he would so much as feel the urge to touch another unfortunate unwitting woman moving forward. When he was certain that the spell had taken, he released the lech's hand with a derisive sneer, not even bothering to watch him scamper away, choosing instead to turn and cross the few steps back to you.

"You know I could've kicked his ass no problem."

"I have no doubts, little mortal, but that would also mean you would have given him the satisfaction of touching him." He broke out into a smile when you scrunched up your face at his response, fighting against the urge to reach for your hand. Or tuck that stray lock of hair behind your ear.

Or kiss you.

"Thank you," you said softly as you both started walking toward the register. "The guys back at the Compound got it so wrong about you. You're not so bad." Loki's heart stumbled at your words, only to start pounding in his chest as you continued. "I'm starting to wonder if you're bad at all."

For the first time in ages, the god found himself unable to form words, a warmth blooming in both his gut and his chest. "Anytime, darling."

A/N: Made this for @glitchquake because we should be allowed to wear cute workout clothes without worry about creepy fckers that 100% deserve stabbies when they try to bust out their creep factor 😤

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𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐻𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝐻𝑜𝓁𝒹𝓈 𝒜𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒫𝑜𝓌𝑒𝓇

Summary: Loki Holds all the power in his hand when he wants you.

Pairing: Loki x Plus-sized! Reader

Word count: 844

Warnings: 18+!! SMUT!, IMPACT PLAY KINK! ( well my attempt at it lmao) Spanking, DOM! Loki. Use of a flogger. Language, unprotected sex.

A/N: My first kinktober fic. I hope you enjoy this. As always let me know if I missed tagging something!. Kinktober23 list

From the minute you walked into the room, he had his eyes on you, and as you drew nearer to him, they followed every step you took. His desire for you increased as a result of the intoxicating scent of your perfume. Loki looks down at the garment that hugs your body and contours flawlessly.

His eyes lock onto yours as you raise your head to meet them. "Darling, you look delectable tonight, I just want to ruin you." He pulls off your dress with a flick of his fingers. He was naked from the waist up and stood tall. He stretched his stance, a perfect arc of long limbs from his heavy boots leading to the top of his huge cock. Signature leather tights rested snug to his firmly formed hips. His hands traced the contours of your figure, feeling each line for signs of resistance. He couldn't locate any.

"Take me, my prince," you said as he placed his palms on the curve of your ass, which had been peeking out from his favorite panties on you.  "Mhm, I think I just might have too," He said, as he became transfixed on your sallow eyes that were looking up at him.

When your palm was turned upward and cupped his rigid length through the cloth covering it, he tipped his head back and gasped in pleasure. He slowly backed away from you as his eyes tore through your body. He was aware of your previously existing wetness, slickness, and readiness for a full-on fuck.

A long flogger emerged within his right palm, which blazed. He wielded it like a weapon, the lashes enclosed in dark green leather and glinted in the firelight as it stretched towards you.

The rough leather caressed your face, delicately tapping you once. His eyes glinted as he slid the tool between your breasts, assessing your obedience. "Turn around, my dear, hands down…ass up." His rich voice, filled with sensual need,  shot a rush through you, leaving you wet and longing for his touch.

As he pulled his rapid attack through to completion, the flogger hurt vibrantly on the delicate flesh. As you prepared for the next wonderful stroke, you caught sight of the god's backhand out of the corner of your eye; Thwack

Each one pushed you farther into the bed. As he marked you again and again, his unrestrained hand found its way to the bottom of your back, cursing dirty insults that made you tighten. Your mind raced; Thwack

As he took his fill, you whimpered like a whore against the covers. He was lethargic. Purposeful. loving each flawlessly timed measure of his dominance's theatrics.

You wanted to be satisfied with the blistering heat inside you more than anything, for his magnificent cock to comfort you from within and out; Thwack

"Only a couple of more, my Love…you're performing so well," he said softly as he reached down to kiss your backside. He moved his long fingers along your curves and reached your yearning cunt, his name spilled from your lips, increasing to the origin of pleasure which he knew so well.

You felt like you were floating on air, engulfed in the pleasure and agony of his every touch. As he took his hand away from you, the angle altered dramatically. As he unfastened his pants and gripped both of his hands onto your hipbones, the flogger slipped to the floor. His breath caressed your face as he pressed his chest against your back. "Give in to me now, my little slut," he hissed as he slipped his cock into you from behind. "Come around your master's cock, envelope me in your devotion…" His voice got raspy as you gasped, finally feeling him inside of you.

Loki's speed quickened with each thrust, and he lifted his palm and placed a harsh slap on your redden ass as his sperm spurted into your urgently keening cunt as you longed for the pressure his pelvic thrusts offered. "Fuck.. Yes right there, darling!" he thrust one last time, and you fell over the edge with a strangled shout of your prince's name. You both dropped onto the bed, exhausted. As he wrapped you in his arms and kissed you tenderly, his moist hair fell into your eyes.

"Darling, this was phenomenal…" he breathed as you kissed him on the neck. His chest vibrated with heavy breaths, and the salt of his sweat that accumulated on his muscles clung to your lips as you kissed him again. "We certainly must do this again."

"I agree," you giggled, the comforting afterglow of your climax calming the stinging feeling on your lower body. "It felt amazing, but my ass is sore now" He chuckled darkly as he twisted over you, trapping you to the bed as his hair fell to your face and your waiting lips.

"I know a different thing that might be able to ease your mind of the soreness" He declared lustily over you, as he began to kiss his way down your abdomen.

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"Time & the Trickster" A Loki/Doctor Who crossover

Chapter 6: Two If By Sea

Loki makes a mistake that costs you dearly. You find the clock ticking as your one chance to get out of Boston is put in jeopardy by a bad decision, and you're the only hope Loki has left to save the day.

CHAPTER WARNING: Reader has another panic attack

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You awoke to a delicious smell wafting from the bedside table. Blinking groggily back into the Land of the Conscious, your eyes took a minute to focus themselves. 

“I found breakfast,” said a soft, gentle voice. Loki’s. “I thought I’d do the work and allow you to sleep. You looked rather peaceful, and I know peace has been scarce the past few days. I didn’t want to jeopardize any fleeting chance you had for some.” 

The mammoth structure now fully visible before you had your wordless mouth hanging open. It was nothing short of a tower of varied breakfast (and…non-breakfast?) foods all in one styrofoam tray. The piece of edible art looked entirely too fancy to be housed in such plebeian packaging. 

“Is…that…caviar?” you mumbled. 

“The owner of the diner said it was a…Mermaid Benedict? For such an un-magicked world, I was surprised to learn that you have mermaids…and that you consume their eggs!”

“Whu…what diner?”

“The...uh…Black Sail, I think?”

You shot up upon hearing the name of the most notorious breakfast spot in town. The Black Sail, famous for how A-listers frequently patronized the place for brunch when they were passing through town. The Black Sail, famous for home fries that cost more than a monthly mortgage payment. 

“Awww geez, how much was it?”

Loki shrugged as he came to sit beside you on the bed, throwing a paper napkin over your lap, clearly unable to sense the less-than-pleased tone of your voice. 

“Ninety credits? I simply gave them what was left in the wallet.”

“WHAT?!” You jumped up, shocked. “Loki, tell me this was all you got!”

He shrugged. “I thought Joey would return with more money, so I…got one for each of you.” 

You nearly passed out. “Oh…oh…Loki…that was really all that was in the wallet, wasn’t it?”

He nodded silently, his face unyielding. “I didn’t realize. I…oh…”

Your anxiety disorder was beginning to give birth to itself again, and the realization that Loki had mistakenly spent your entire cash stash on two overstuffed seafood brunch towers was triggering you again. 

Before the heat in your face could spread throughout your chest, you felt a cold hand on yours, gently pulling you back to the bed. 

“Joey isn’t here, but I am…”

Somehow, the mantra worked, and your tremors were already beginning to ebb. You began rhythmically sucking in breaths and letting them out, not realizing that Loki was watching you with concern and mirroring your breaths to a lesser degree. 

“Norns, Y/N, I shouldn’t have, and I’m truly--”

You threw up a quiet hand, not needing his frantic apologies to add to the tension in the room. Instead, after signaling for him to be silent, you gripped his hand tightly and continued grounding yourself, trying to bring yourself around without your brother’s help. 

After several minutes of silence, your senses slowly crawled back, although your head was roaring. Loki suggested that you have water, but you disagreed.

“Let’s just eat these,” you countered as you indicated the pair of expensive meals beside you, “May as well,” you sighed sadly. 

You hated how you were stranded in Boston without a penny, your brother missing, and your teenage obsession putting his arm around you with concern in his eyes at your near-breakdown. How FUCKING embarrassing! Could things get worse?

No, because now you not only had no money for a boat, but now you had no money for a train back to New York, nor any for a few extra nights in the hotel. Things COULDN’T get any worse! 

As you and Loki ate in awkward silence, Joey finally returned, beaming. 

“Hey Sis, guess what?” he said, proud of something. You gave him an exaggerated questioning look to make up for the fact that you couldn’t reply with your mouth full of egg. “I got us a boat! No charge!”

You nearly spat the egg out, but Loki spoke for you: “No charge?”

Joey nodded. “Turns out, the guys Paulie knows owe him a solid, and he’s willing to cash it in for us!”

Finally managing to swallow, the large chunk of masticated food proving difficult to get past the back of your throat at first. “What’s the catch?” you asked. “There’s got to be one.” 

“We have to leave tonight, and we have to meet them at O’Paddy’s this afternoon, discreetly.” 

“I see,” you said with mild disappointment. So, you were going to have to do this illegally after all. But what choice did you have now with no money? You only had three days with the room, and admittedly, the idea of getting the hell out of Boston after only being here a day was appealing. 

Loki looked hopeful at the development, which was enough for you. You still felt a pang of guilt inside for making him worry, and for making him feel guilty about his screw-up. 

“Fine, but if they turn out to be Han Solo and Chewbacca, I’m leaving and taking a raft to London.”

For being a weekday evening, O’Paddy’s was quite crowded. A piano instrumental of ‘Come Out, Ye Black and Tans’ twinkled proudly from a small man playing in the corner, two older men sitting at a table nearby toasting the player with their beers. Several businessmen in half-discarded suits were complaining about their days at the close-end bar. A few college students circled around a basket of fried appetizers. A few older-looking guys were at the far end of the bar, eyes glued to the sports highlights playing on the mounted TV in the corner. Despite the no-smoking sign on the door, there was a vague odor of stale tobacco about the room. It was still only about 5pm, but the pub was so compact and tucked away from any light, it felt as if you would step outside to find it was midnight. 

It was the most Bostonian place you could imagine finding yourself in. 

“So, where are they?” you asked, leaning over and muttering in Joey’s ear, but he was already scanning the room. 

“They’re both in the booth over past the piano man,” Joey said, taking your hand. “C’mon, Sis!” 

You decided to take Loki’s hand with your free one. Not only to keep him close to you, but to help keep you strong in this claustrophobic place. With Joey guiding the three of you down the center of the pub, you hoped no one around would connect Loki’s face to anything familiar. 

As promised, past the piano player’s station was a corner booth tucked behind a wooden column. It looked a bit naturally suspicious to you, like on any other day this would be a mafia boss’ hangout spot. The energy of the spot was a bit off to you, but you still weren’t quite used to the environment. 

You just didn’t do well in small, crowded places. You actually hated bars. If you were to go out with your friends, you would have preferred getting drinks at a sit-down restaurant, where at least there would be room between tables to breathe a little. 

Sitting in the booth were a man and woman with the same fiery red hair. They looked at Joey with narrow, suspicious eyes. 

“You Joey?” asked the woman. 

Joey nodded. “Yeah, I’m Paulie Mac’s friend. This is my sister Y/N, and this is Lo…um…Lo…man.” 

You rolled your eyes. You couldn’t have come up with a fake name people will believe?

You extended your hand to shake each of theirs, and the man invited you to sit. “We got Irish nachos, they’ll be out any minute if you want.”

“No thanks,” you said, still somewhat full from the monster brunch you’d had earlier courtesy of Loki. 

“You’d probably better eat up, especially if we’re buying,” warned the woman, lowering her voice and leaning in over the table. “We don’t like weighing down the boat with a ton of unnecessary shit. It’ll be whatever you can throw in a microwave for the next few weeks.”

“Are you saying food is unnecessary?” you raised a skeptical eyebrow. 

“Yes, and so is this favor,” replied the man, which shut you up.

Joey threw up a hand. “Hey, be cool, it’s been an insane week for all of us. We’re all a bit defensive right now.”

After a waitress brought out a heaping plate of waffle fries loaded down with bacon, cheese, scallions, and sour cream, you got down to business, the noises from the piano player covering your scheming. 

Loki looked at you. “You should do as they say and at least try to have something.” He punctuated the gentle request by grabbing a large fry between two long, lean fingers, and slowly inserting it between his lips. You giggled when you saw that he’d left some cream on the corner of his lip. Being bold, you took a single finger and wiped it away softly. 

It’s not fair, he shouldn’t be this adorable, you moaned in your mind. The tender moment led to a look that you and Loki shared…one that sent your brain into a hot fuzz. 

You did as Loki suggested and followed suit, taking a plate and setting a small portion of the appetizer in front of yourself to satisfy him. Joey raised a curious brow before shrugging it off and moving on. 

“I’m Shane, and this is Carrie,” said the ginger man, indicating the snarky woman next to him. “Yes, we’re a couple, and no, we aren’t related. The hair’s just incidental.” 

Carrie supplemented him by adding, “Just so you know, we’re here because we smuggle things. The less you know beyond that, the better, but it’s how we know how to get past the Coast Guard.”

“And how exactly do we do that?” you asked. 

“Very delicately,” said Shane. “And tonight might be the worst night of the year to do this, but it may be our only shot--”

“--unless you want to hang out for another three weeks or so,” added Carrie, taking a waffle fry and nibbling on the corner. “But from what we’ve heard, time’s a factor here.” 

Loki took another piece for himself. “Why is it so difficult to move out tonight?” 

Carrie rolled her eyes. “The Coast Guard starts their annual drills offshore in the morning. It goes on for a while, but it makes getting into international water almost impossible without paperwork or clearance.”

Shane leaned back and crossed his arms. He had very large biceps that strained against his muscle shirt. “We have papers, but our boat isn’t exactly full of hiding places.” 

“And someone like Loman here might have trouble blending in anywhere we dock,” Carrie added. 

“Wait,” asked Loki, “You’re smugglers and yet your boat doesn’t have any hiding places?”

“Loman, it might be wise not to ask any unnecessary questions,” Shane warned. 

This did not satisfy the Asgardian. “Don’t talk to me like that--”

Carrie interrupted. “--are best hope is to leave after dark. Our boat is tied up at Dock 10. It’s about as far out of the way as you can get. The Coast Guard will begin drills at sunrise, but by then we should at least be beyond Halifax.” 

“Get to Dock 10 by no later than 10:30pm,” Shane instructed. “Don’t bring any big bags.”

“And we won’t wait for you if you’re late, either. We need to pick up a few things while we’re over in Europe, so we’re not up for negotiating our departure time.” 

“Understood,” said Joey. “We just need time to check out of our hotel room and pack.”

“Got that, Loman?” asked Carrie, eyeing Loki up and down for a moment too long, a moment that both you and Shane noticed with the same ire. “You don't seem particularly quick on the uptake.” 

The comment seemed to offend Loki, who looked at you and stood up without another word. “I’ll bring us a round of drinks,” he offered, his tone restrained. 

“How are you going to pay for that?” you asked, only to be ignored. 

Loki moved past the piano, not watching exactly where he was going. The musician happened to rise at the same time Loki stepped into his path, and as the God was much taller and heavier than the middle-aged mortal, it was the piano player who was knocked back, causing his arm to knock his tip jar off of the piano, sending it shattering on the wood floor. 

“WHAT THE HELL?” the man shouted, scrambling to his feet. 

Loki turned back and shrugged. “I didn’t see you there--”

“--well, you see me now, punk?” the irate, slightly-intoxicated man challenged, throwing a wild, unaimed fist in Loki’s general direction. It missed wide, but Loki had to lean back in order to avoid it, and that was enough for him to lower his eyebrows in a way that you were familiar with. 

He made that face while confronting Thor on Asgard. He made it again while fighting Malekith, Hela, and Thanos…

You cringed and grabbed Joey’s arm. “Oh shit, he’s going to--”

Loki flicked his wrist upward instinctually, which, of course, produced nothing (although the time stone in his pocket began to twinkle). When he tried it twice more to no avail, Loki responded with physical defense, shoving the man back with a firm palm on his shoulder. 

“HEY! HANDS OFF ME, ASSHOLE!” hollered the man, drawing the attention of several more patrons, as well as the bartender. The second punch got closer to Loki’s face. 

Joey stood up and ran over. You were hoping he intended to pull Loki away from the upset man. Instead, he grabbed an empty beer bottle on his way over and merrily chucked it at the piano player’s head. “Fuck you!” he shouted.

Jesus Christ, Joey! Not now!

Turning back, you saw Shane and Carrie getting up, putting a ten dollar bill on the table, and moving aside as Joey and Loki began to tag-team the drunk piano man. Other patrons were leaping on top of all three of them while the bartender made for the phone on the wall behind him. 

Carrie looked particularly angry at the rowdy turn of events. “You’re going to fucking get us arrested, you clowns!”

“10:30pm, and not a second later,” Shane confirmed before leading Carrie away discreetly. 

“I hate you.” 

Here you were for the second time this week, staring at Joey and Loki from behind a set of metal bars. At least Loki had pants on this time. 

It was 8:45pm, less than two hours before your rendezvous, and two-thirds of your party were stuck in a drunk tank so far away from the bay that if you left and ran without stopping or grabbing your belongings at the hotel, you would hardly make it. 

And that still wasn’t the most dire part of your situation: you couldn’t make bail. 

“...sorry, Sis,” mumbled Joey, his head down. 

“Sorry? SORRY?!” you screamed, pacing back and forth in front of the bars. “You do realize that this is over now, right? All of this! All of this work and traveling is for nothing!

“How do you mean ‘over’?” Loki asked with concern. 

You looked at him with utter disbelief. “I HAVE NO BAIL MONEY! FOR EITHER OF YOU!” Your stress was different this time, manifesting in tears and choppy sobs. “I can’t save you, and time is almost up! Unless we somehow break you out in the next few minutes--”

Loki ran over and grabbed your arm as you walked past. “Listen to me, Y/N,” he cut you off with a low voice, “that is exactly what you need to do!”

You looked at him through your frantic tears, shaking your head nervously. “No…I can’t!” 

“Y/N!” Loki’s voice was soothing and melodic as he pulled you up to the bars before reaching through to cup your face in his palm. “I trust you more than anyone in the Realms right now. I know you can do this. I believe in you.”

You sucked in a desperate breath. “You’re just saying that to get me to be brave enough to do it.”

His smile was sweet, with a glint of mischief in his eye. “And is it working?”

“Dammit, Loki, yes!” you whispered, pressing your face against the bars and meeting Loki’s lips with yours. You only took a second to deliver the kiss, but you would have moved heaven and earth to make it an eternal moment. 

You remained close to the bars as you withdrew your lips. “I…I think they keep the keys behind the guard’s desk. Beyond the metal door.” 

“Cause a distraction so that you can get to that desk, Y/N, and do whatever it takes. Think about what I would do, and do it fast,” Loki instructed. 

You nodded. Loki took a finger and tapped it three times against  the tarot pendant you still wore about your neck.  “Remember, you are my hope. You are my star.” 

How could you possibly accomplish this magnificently illegal task when all you wanted to do was melt through the bars and fall into his arms? Nevertheless, you managed to pull yourself away and spin around on your heels. 

“Go get ‘em, Sis, and hurry!” Joey encouraged you from behind. You fought the urge to flip him off as you sprinted away. After all, he chose to escalate the fight in the bar and turned a scrap into a 911-worthy breakup. 

You were fast thinking when you had to be, but when it came to improvising jailbreaks, you came up short. Nervously, you wondered what kind of distraction you could possibly cause while also going for the keys. You kept running down the long line of holding cells until you turned a corner, running further down until you came by the only other cell with occupants. 

Two skinny middle-aged tweakers were leaning against the wall. They barely twitched when you came up to the door. 

“What you want?” asked the taller of the two, his Bostonian accent so thick you could barely understand it.

“I need you two to freak out so much that the guards all come over here,” you asked, immediately realizing how stupid it sounded. 

“Uh, why should we do that?” asked the other. 

Your head spun. Loki had advised you to do something he would do…

What WOULD Loki do? Ugh, sexy, sexy Loki…

You suddenly thought of Danielle from the bookstore, and how easily Loki had managed to charm her out of nearly a thousand dollars. You bit your lip and couldn;t believe what you were about to do, but only one course of action came to mind, and you got the feeling it was absolutely something that Loki would do. 

“Because I’ll let you look at these!” 

You flipped up your shirt, revealing your simple white bra that you’d had so long, it was a cup size too small. As a result, it really deepened your cleavage, making them look bigger than perhaps they were. 

“Ooooh shit, Bill!” hooted the taller druggie. “She must really need our help!”

The other one chuckled and whistled, slowly getting up from the wall and exaggerating a bow. “My lady, we’re at your service! What can we do for ya?”

“Freak the fuck out, and do it fast!” you implored, rolling your shirt back down. The two men looked at each other and grinned at each other knowingly, showing off their decaying teeth. 

“My lady, you got it.” 

You immediately took off down the hall and snuck around the far corner. From there, you could look one way and see the guard desk, and turn your head the other to have a glimpse of the cell containing your two new allies. You began to hear snarls, screams, and garbled insults from the latter direction. The tweakers were already working. 

“Hey, what’s going on?” the guard on duty was getting up from his deck and peeking his head in your direction. 

You pointed frantically down the hall. “Those guys tried to grab me and now they’re--!”

The guard was already running off down the hallway past you. The scuffle in the cell beyond was turning physical. You wasted no time leaping behind the desk and shuffling through the four drawers. One was files, one was completely empty. 

The third one had several key rings stashed inside, all labeled sloppily with masking tape scribbled over in thick sharpie. You ran your fingers over every one, hoping to god one would be the correct key. 

“FUCK IT!” you grunted under your breath, scooping up every single one and taking off, deciding that you’d run out of time. 

The holding cells in this precinct were lined up in a circular hallway, so you were able to keep running to the left in order to make it back around to Loki and Joey, who were both gripping the bars and looking anxiously for you since the addicts began acting out their scuffle from further down the way.

“Quick, each of you take some, we need to do this fast,” you bade, handing several key rings to each of the men. 

You’d taken five rings in total. You tried yours first, and it didn’t even fit in the keyhole. Loki’s key didn't either. Luckily, Joey was able to cram the keyring he held inside before you needed to try the second key you held.

Everyone dropped their keys at once, and the bustling down the hall came to a stop. 

“Hey, what the--?”

“Shit!” Joey hissed. 

“Run!” you yelled, grabbing Loki’s wrist and practically dragging him behind you as you doubled back the other way in an effort to avoid the cops. 

You found an emergency exit door that led out behind the precinct, and while it instantly set off all of the fire bells in the building, you were able to slip down the street while the rest of the police were scrambling to look for you, as well as whoever pulled the alarm! 

While none of you knew particularly where you were going, you traced your way through downtown, heading for the harbor. It was difficult keeping a quick pace, as the nightlife was beginning to emerge from the shadows, crowding the sidewalks. It didn’t help that Boston roads were mapped out like a toddler’s drawing of a cloud. There was no grid, no numbered streets to gauge where in the area you were. 

You had no way to tell the time as you found the harbor and began counting the piers and dock numbers. “Now remember, it’s a 50-footer, so it’ll be small…” Joey huffed, out of breath as you jogged along in a sad attempt to pick up the pace.

After about 20 minutes stumbling northward along the shoreline, you finally found Dock 10, and Carrie was waving a flashlight, signaling you as you finally approached. 

“Dipshit!” she scowled. “You made us wait until the last minute!”

“What time is it?” Joey nearly spat as he doubled over in exhaustion. You’d never let go of Loki’s wrist, so as soon as you stepped onto the boat, you dropped it. 

“Literally 10:28,” Carrie let you know. “No, let’s get out of here, kids.” 

You could hear the vague sound of sirens growing closer as the yacht pulled out of the pier and began moving out to open sea. Whether or not they were looking for the three of you, you couldn;t possibly know. Still, the further you pulled away from land, the better, as far as you were concerned. 

“I’d go below and get right to bed if I were you, and be sure to turn the lights out right away,” Carrie said simply. “We could still hit the Coast Guard, and if we do, they might not ask to board if it looks like there’s just us.”

“I could sure use it. It;s been a long one, what with bar fights and jailbreak and--”

Joey cut off as he looked at the infuriated look on your face. “--and good night, Sis! Thanks for busting us out!” 

As he went down below deck, you were finally able to take a moment to calm yourself. Loki shuffled beside you. 

“You were fantastic,” he said to you quietly. “We’re on our way now, thanks to you.”

“I only did what you suggested,” you said modestly. 

“Thank you,” he answered, pulling you firmly into his arms and resting his head on top of yours.

While Loki looked absentmindedly at the shrinking lights of Boston Harbor,  your head was turned in the opposite direction, looking out ahead of you into the pitch-black ocean. 

Suddenly, you didn’t feel so well. 

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Forget-Me-Not 5

Warnings: non/dubcon, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Characters: Loki

Summary: You return to your childhood home to put the past to rest.

Part of the Backwoods AU

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

You walk out of the bank, tempted to have your lunch at The Horn. You're certain they'd serve it up nice and foamy in a pint. Never the matter, you were never a drinker. Sins of the mother and all that.

You get into the front seat and sit for a minute, contemplating what to do. If you leave the land as it is, burn that shitheap down, drive off into the sunset, well, who will care about what some dead crone owed the bank? That's not how it works. You might think little of shared blood but a name is a name to the powers that be.

You shove your key in the ignition and turn. Your engine cranks and sputters but doesn't roll over. You frown. You just had it serviced before you drove out here. Oils filled, everything was tiptop, so the mechanic said. No lights, no dinging. You try again, twisting harder, but it doesn't catch. You let go as the car quiets.

A slap on the roof makes you jump and you look out the window at the figure right outside. Thor Odinson bends, grinning at you through the glass as he gives a wink. You don't believe in coincidences, especially not in Hammer Ford. You ignore him and give it another go; third time is the charm.

Nothing. Just a puff of exhaust and rattle. Fuck!

"Ah, don't worry, sweetheart," Thor raises his voice so you can hear him through the glass, "I'll take you 'round Vol's--"

"Fuck off," you hit the switch, ensuring the locks are down.

He laughs, "you know, I don't think I ever heard you speak before."

You shake your head and scowl, peering around. Several people watch but quickly put their heads down and continue on their way. Just like it always was. Fucking cowards.

"I see why he likes you--"

"Piss off!" You flip two fingers up in his direction, "now!"

"What? I'm tryna help you out. Sounds like your transmission," he taunts, "or maybe... you got some gravel in the gas tank. Shit, you know, that'll ruin your lines--"

"God! Would you just leave me alone?" You roar as you hit the steering wheel, "you and your fucking family."

"My mother gave me this cheque..." he reaches in his pocket and unfolds a slip, "has your name on it... and would you look at that? She left the amount blank."

You ignore him and grit your teeth. They think you're that girl who could be sold for a sixer and a couple bills. They don't know anything. They don't know you.

You reach over to the glove box and pop it open. You reach inside and take out the bottle of glass cleaner you keep there. You flip the lock up and he steps back, a victorious hum as you open the door just a hair. You aim the nozzle up and spritz him in the eyes.

"Is that clear enough for you!?" You snap the door shut again and thump the lock down with your fist.

He cries out and wipes his eyes furiously. You sneer as you watch him growl and his. He pulls his shirt up to mop at his face and finally stands, blinking furiously. He sends his fist into the glass, shattering it as you yipe. You shield yourself, reading for the next one, but he merely stumbles away.

"You've done it now," he snarls, "just you fucking wait."

"I will be," you holler, "just you come around and see."

He staggers away, groaning as he continues to fuss with his eyes. You watch him in the rearview before you lean back and stare at the lifeless meters in the dashboard. Rest in peace, mom, you left me a whole lot of shit, didn't you?

🏚

You grab the tire iron and leave your car behind. You have no other choice but to make the long trek back to your mother's shack. You get a few looks from passerbys on the main strip, their eyes lingering on the heavy tool in your hand. You're not stupid or weak like them. You're ready to fight back.

You keep your eyes set ahead of you as you crest the first hill. You always hated how this village only ever seemed to be up. You weave around the country roads and turn off into the trees as the sun dips below the treelines. You're tired and sore but not done. You still have a ways to go.

As you come through the canopy that opens to your mother's house, you feel the coolness in the air tingling in your fingers. The chill in your spine is from more than the late cast of a spring afternoon. You grip the iron tight as you stare up at the open door.

You swing around at the kick of a pebble. The iron meets only air as you twirl all the way around. No one's there. You back up, searching the trees. No, someone is there.

A snicker rolls up through the forest. It's him. He's watching you. You won't back down, not this time. You squint into the shadows. Where is that snake?

"Oh my, are we scared?" Loki's hiss crawls up your spine.

You spin again to find another void.

"Don't you remember our game..." he taunts. "Perhaps this time, you might win..."

"Go away!"

"Ten..." He calls out, "nine..."

Your heart races as your eyes tinge. You remember that girl, lost in the trees, listening to him count down, to his pursuit rustling through the leaves behind her. You feel the crash of the ground against your chest and the river water flooding into your mouth. You can't breath as you're trapped beneath another, rutting and ramming, snarling as he snickers in your ear.

"three..." you come back to the present, "two..." you whip around, "one!" You spin the iron and jab it backwards around your side.

He grunts and staggers back as you stumble forward away from his grasp. Loki falters as he grasps his stomach, a clot of red blooming on the inside.

"Shit..." he spreads the fabric, showing the gash. Not deep enough. You hold the iron tighter and raise it again. He chuckles and shakes his head as he looks up at you, "oh darling, you should know by now..." he smirks, "I don't play fair."

Suddenly, you're taken off your feet from behind, a thick arm around your neck and another around your middle. You thrash with tire iron only to be thrown away from the body behind you, hitting a tree so hard you're left breathless. You drop the iron as Loki moves to sweep your feet from under you and Thor brings his foot down onto your chest. You cough as you stare up at the brothers.

Everything stays the same in Hammer Ford.

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[fandxmslxt69]

Lesson Not Learnt

Loki Laufeyson x f!reader

Warnings: Loki he's a warning. SMUT SMUT SMUT LIKE FILTHY SMUT. Swearing, a lot of sex, like a lot lot, um...oral (m and f receiving), praise a LOT of degradation (dont look at me like that) umm. Literally just. Smut okay disgusting filthy stuff

A/N: So this took well over a month to finish (wayyy more) and I don't know if I like it because its umm definitely a lot? TO BE FAIR I took like weeks worth of sexual frustration and dumped it all out here so :/ It in fact did go off script and I just..went a little crazy ngl. it's definitely a lot. But :D umm oh!! I'm gonna tag whoever seemed interested in the snippet I posted like a million years ago but PLEASE DONT FEEL PRESSURED TO READ <3

-Clem

Synopsis: Despite how many times Loki told you to behave yourself before this party, you couldn't help causing a little bit of trouble. (or, alternatively, friendly flirting with Matt causes Loki to flip out and fuck you to heaven and back)

Word count: 3.9k (omfg...)

MINORS DNI BEYOND THIS POINT

Tied to the bed, legs spread wide open.

Hours of merciless torture.

Or hours of endless pleasure and pain. 

Your mind spiralled with image after image, each worse than the last. You could barely focus on the task at hand, the actual setting up to the big finale. 

You knew it was wrong.

You knew how risky it was to tick him off. You knew it would only be your downfall. But Loki always made that punishment too sweet for you to stay away from. 

You stood at the bar, fingers tapping on your thigh. It was one of those big Avengers nights, tonight you were all treated to Tony’s nice collection of drinks, and a loud party. 

You had every intention of behaving for the night. You could still hear Loki’s whisper as his hands moved up your thighs and under your skirt, be good tonight, and maybe you’ll get a reward hm?

Your legs squeezed together at the memory. But you knew he knew that as soon as you walked downstairs you’d do everything not to behave like he asked. 

So there you were, shamelessly flirting with one of Natasha’s old friends- Matt.  He was attractive, no one could deny that, and he went along with you perfectly, every move well placed. They did always say he was too aware of his surroundings. 

He took a sip of his drink, smirking slightly. “I think everyone in this party can feel the jealousy oozing off of him,”  You shrugged. “Good. Means we’re doing it right, aren’t we?” “Hm. You know I came here with every intention not to die tonight,” You chuckled. “You won’t, he wouldn’t do that,” He raised an eyebrow. “Really?” You paused. “....Well.” “Mhm, I pro-” “Murdock.” Loki’s cold voice sliced right through the conversation. He looked collected, but you swore you saw a storm growing in those gorgeous eyes. You felt him move behind you, his body caging around your smaller frame, arm rested and leaning against the bar. 

You kept your eyes trained on your hands in your lap. 

“I believe this is my girlfriend you’re talking to, no?” “Laufeyson,” Matt took another drink. “What can I say, the conversation was interesting,” “And here I thought you were a respectable man,” Loki tsked. “But I must say, it did look very interesting.” He leaned down, lips grazing your ear. “Were you keeping Mr. Murdock quite entertained, pet?”  Your breath caught in your throat. “I-..um.” Matt hummed quietly, a laugh clearly starting to build up inside of him. “I think I’ll..be going now. Enjoy the rest of your night folks,” There was definitely something in his tone there. You threw a sharp glare at him as he walked away. 

It’s silent between you and Loki for a second, before he grabs you by the arm tightly, pulling you out of your seat. “Let’s go.” He said firmly. 

You frowned as he started walking, and with how tall and quick he was, you felt like you were going to trip and face-plant. “Slow down. Go where?” “We’re going before you get yourself into any more trouble,” He gritted out as you walked down the hallway.  You were heading to his room!! “Trouble?” You scoffed. “I wasn’t even in trouble,” 

Instantly, he pushed you against the wall, his hands planted on either side of your head, his body so close, his face was merely inches from yours, and the fury in his eyes sent shivers down your spine. “Oh? Is that so, pet?” He spat. “You think you aren’t in trouble? Not even after flirting so shamelessly with Murdock? Like a whore?” 

You inhaled sharply, feeling your thin panties start to soak from his words. “It…it was friendly flirting. I was just making conversation,”  “Don’t lie to me, darling. I know what friendly flirting looks like, and it was not that. You were getting nice and close, hm? Did you want him to know how much of a slut you are? Or were you just wanting to rile me up, hoping I’d swoop in to take you away and fuck you until you can’t even think anymore?”

You felt a blush creep up your body, his words shouldn’t be affecting you this much, but the way his voice dripped with anger and hints of lust, the way his grip tightened on your arm you were sure it might bruise. You felt pathetic, being so turned on by his words, it was marvellous how he’s studied you and memorised you so well he knows just what to say to get you in the right trap.  “No I-” Before you could finish your sentence, he finally takes you to his room, practically throwing you at the bed and slamming the door shut. He points to a chair in the room. “Sit.”  You sat up, the covers on the bed wrinkling under your touch. “What?” “Sit. Now. Are you too dumb to understand such simple commands? Will I need to repeat them as if I were talking to a dog?” 

You quickly scrambled up, rushing and taking a seat in the chair without further arguments. This was a new side you’d never seen of him. You could feel your heartbeat pick up as Loki watched you with darkened eyes. Your nerves felt like they were vibrating inside of you, you couldn’t sit still even if you tried, the excitement was too much. 

He sighed then, and started carefully unbuttoning his shirt. You sat up straighter, leaning in. He stops midway, before discarding his suit jacket and taking a seat on the bed, scooting to the back and dramatically laying on his back. You frowned, not sure where this was going until he slipped a hand into his pants. You let out a quiet gasp, leaning in forward to get a better look. You could see the outlines of him slowly stroking himself, and you could feel arousal pooling between your thighs. You watched in full attention, your body getting up on its own, eager to go over and please him yourself. “Stay in the chair.” Loki spoke, his voice laced in pleasure. He shot you a glare, before adding, “And no touching yourself,” 

You felt something tighten in your lower stomach as you sat back down. “What? That’s not fair!” “Oh I think it’s very fair, darling. Especially after what you pulled downstairs,”  “That’s different!” You grumbled, yet still moved back to the chair.  “Mm…I don’t think it is,” He mumbled before getting lost in the moment, his hand moving faster under his pants as he leaned his head back and groaned. You felt like bursting into flames. He sounded so pretty and it was unfair that you weren’t pulling those noises from him yourself.  “Loki,” You started, digging your nails into your thigh. “Please take off your pants Loki- I wanna see,”  He groaned louder, his free hand gripping the sheets tightly. “I don’t know if you’ve been good enough for that,” You made a noise of protest. “Loki! Please, I asked nicely, didn't I?! I’m doing everything you’re asking!” He sighed, pulling his hand reluctantly out of his pants and quickly discarding his clothes before laying back down elegantly, naked and glorious. His hard cock stood to wide attention, the tip red and angry and so desperate for attention- attention you craved to give it. “Better, pet?” You nodded, eyes fixed on him. “Yeah…” You breathed out. You could see his lips curve into a smirk before his hand wrapped around his cock again, slowly gliding along it and pumping. He let out a shuddery breath, his eyes fluttering shut. You watched intently, your eyes never leaving his body for a second as you took in every detail, from the soft lines of his body to the small buck of his hips as he neared his climax. 

You squirmed in your seat, trying to keep your pathetic whimpers at bay. He just looked so goddamn gorgeous, the way he looked blissful and caught in the moment. You couldn’t stop the question tumbling from your mouth, “Are you thinking of me when you’re touching yourself like that?” 

He let out a near feral sound. “Fuck- yes. Always, you’re all I see. Every time, I just wish it was you on your knees, taking all of me in your mouth like a good slut. My good little slut.” 

Fuuuck.

You shifted in your place, squeezing your thighs tightly together. You were absolutely positive the panties you wore right now were going to be thrown in the garbage by the end of the night.  You whined. “Then let me help you! I’ll be a good slut, right? Please. I’ll be really good!”  He chuckled, pausing to move to the edge of the bed and sit. His cheeks were flushed, his eyes shadowed with lust. “Mm, I bet you would, wouldn’t you?” “Yes!” You got up quickly, eager to get closer to him. “I would be really-” He didn’t let you finish your sentence, because midway through he snapped his fingers and cast an illusion- an illusion of you. It sat on its knees right between his thighs, and wasted no time to lean in and take Loki in its mouth with an obscene amount of noise. Loki groaned loudly, throwing his head back in pleasure. 

You felt your mind just…shut down. You stood there in shock as you watched the scene unfold right before you. You stared, you couldn’t help it. It intrigued you, in a sense. Did he do this often? Whatever it was, the illusion was definitely professional with the way Loki was moaning. “Oh fuck-” You inched back slowly, sitting back down before your knees gave out. Everything ached. You ached to touch him, to feel him, to please him- you ached for his entire being to be pressed so close to you that you shared the same breath. 

He pulled the illusion’s hair, wasting no time to start fucking her throat harshly. It was cruel, what he was doing. He knew just how desperate you get to please him and he enjoyed watching you squirm too much. He lasts a few minutes before his hips halt as he hits his climax, floating in bliss. He looked angelic, to say the least, his face flushed as he let out a sigh of content. The illusion melted away instantly, and Loki shifted back properly onto the bed, a look of fake pity on his face. “Tsk, poor pet. Are you feeling lonely?” You nodded, trying to find a comfortable position to sit in. He tsked again. “Come here then,” You immediately shot to your feet, rushing over to his side without hesitation. “Sit, darling.” Not a request, not a question, simply a demand. An order, one you were more than happy to obey. You quickly took off your dress, slipped out of your soaked panties and bra. You got onto the bed, carefully hovering over him.  “Go ahead, darling,” He grabbed your waist tightly, letting you lower yourself onto him at your own pace. He knows you have limits, but the way you were dripping wet, it didn’t take long before he was flush inside of you. He ran a hand up along your thigh, humming as he watched you with a lustful gaze. “Such a good girl, hm? Think you deserve some fun now?”

You nodded, feeling the burn of the stretch fade into pleasure. He squeezed your hips gently, slowly helping you find a good starting pace. You should’ve been a little suspicious for letting you out of trouble so easily, but you couldn’t find the energy to care right now, you just needed more. You tried picking up your own pace, to ride him faster but naturally, Loki wasn’t done with you. He held you tightly in place, a pathetic look of sympathy on his face. “Oh no, I don’t think so,” “What?!” You punched his chest lightly. “Loki please-”  “No, darling. You don’t get to go around flirting with other people and expect me to be nice to you after. You should’ve known better,” “Lokiii,” You whined. “It was a joke! You know I didn’t mean it!” “But do I?” He thrust his hips up lazily. “A joke, hm? You wanted me to get upset?” You shook your head, trying to move your hips but his grip on you wasn’t letting up. “No, I don't believe that. I think you wanted this, didn’t you? You wanted me to get all angry so I could fuck you senseless? To play with you like the dumb toy you are?” He groaned, feeling you clench around him at his words. He couldn’t keep this self control act up. “Fuck- why don’t you show me how sorry you are, hm? You wanted to be a useless whore, show me how good you are then.” He loosened his grip on your hips, giving you the freedom to ride him. You quickly take control of the freedom, eager to feel the slow climb of pleasure, but all there was were few sparks that light and blow out almost immediately. You could feel frustration start to bubble up inside of you as Loki lazily thrust up into you every now and then. He was making no effort to help, and you felt ready to crawl out of your own skin.  “Loki,” You groaned. “It’s not working,” “So?” He looked infuriating, smirking up at you with blown out eyes and a light flush on his cheeks. What. An. Ass. “I need help! Please-” “Oh no,” he chuckled. “You can keep going,” You whined. “Loki! It’ll take ages, I’ll give up right now,” The sound he made was damn near a growl as his hands tightened on your hips. “You are in no position to make threats, pet. You misbehaved, now you deal with the consequences. Argue again and it’ll be much worse,”  You grumbled, but the threat sent a shiver through you. “Sir please,”  His grip suddenly turned bruising, his eyes wide in an almost feral need. “Oh? You’re using sir now, are you?” You nodded quickly, trying to build up to your high again. “Y-yeah...thought you liked it?” “You’re right,” He started as one of his hands drifted lower, flicking a teasing finger over your clit. You were so desperate the slight action alone ripped a moan out of you. “I do. But I also know you’re only saying it to look like a good girl,”  You choked out a cry, needing another touch so badly you’d start crying for it. Not that he’d have anything against the idea of you in tears for him… “I’m not! Loki p-please please I need you so bad please sir-” You blabbered.

He can’t resist you, he’s never been able to, so you supposed it was why he gave in so quickly. He snapped his hips up to meet yours, sending a shockwave of pleasure rippling through you. 

You moaned, digging your nails into his chest. “Th-thank you sir,” You managed to choke out. He makes a sound of disapproval as he holds you down in place, fucking into you at an unforgiving pace. You moaned loudly, feeling the knot of pleasure intensify in your stomach as he hit deeper and deeper. He took one hand off your waist, reaching in between your bodies and pressing down harshly on your clit. It didn’t take long for the pleasure to wash over you in mind blowing waves. “Loki! F-fuck Loki-” You moaned louder, breathing heavily as he pushed you through your high and pushed through his. You were sure that the people through the halls could hear from how loud Loki was, but he sounded so pretty, muttering sweet nothings to you, you couldn’t be bothered to care. He flipped you over, pinning your hands above your head with one hand as the other gripped your waist, his hips relentless as they smacked into you over and over again. 

You withered under him, tears welling up in your eyes from the intensity. You leaned up a little, pressing your lips tightly to his to drown out your cries. He eagerly kisses you back, his tongue forcing its way into your mouth. He pulled away after a bit to catch his breath, his lips with a light bruise on them. “You’re doing so well, princess. Such a good little whore,” He said before kissing you again, letting go of your wrists to wrap his hand around your throat. 

This was definitely your fucktoy moment.

He was just using as he pleased, taking and taking until he was satisfied. He picked you up and flipped you around, forcing you on your hands and knees. He’s still got one hand around your neck as the other one palms your ass as he continued to fuck you roughly. You had lost track of everything. Everything but the feel of his skin touching yours, his heavy ragged breathing, and how wonderful it felt to have him buried so deeply inside of you. All you could think of was how the pleasure was blending with a pain that was absolutely delicious. 

You could tell he was close from the way his thrusts started getting a little sloppy, and his breathing ragged as his hands roamed across your body, trailing messy kisses down your back. You moaned loudly, pressing yourself back against him as you felt the pit of your stomach tighten, the waves of pleasure crashing through you. Your arms wobble, threatening to give out from your exhaustion. He groaned as he wrapped his arms tightly around your waist, keeping you in place as he reached his own release, his hips stilling as he came with a shuddered gasp. He breathed heavily, pulling you from your hips to sit up and press your back against him. Your bodies were slick in sweat, chests heaving. You could feel your mind slowly grow hazy from the pleasure- it always happened with Loki. He knew how to work your body better than you could’ve ever thought possible, and only after a few rounds you felt your mind slip into the cloudy haze of pleasure and float in clouds of joy as he kept having his way. 

You had thought today might be different, perhaps he’d deny you that calming bliss- but it seemed just the excitement from his show earlier and this was enough to send you flying. 

He pressed wet kisses on your shoulder, his lips trailing up your neck as he sucked and bit lightly, leaving small love marks littered across your shoulders. 

“Loki-...” Your breath hitched when his lips kissed over your pulse. His tongue dragged over the skin loosely before he started sucking on the spot. You knew there’d be a dark bruise there in the morning. “Loki…” You started again but your words dissolved into a mumble of confusion and frankly, a bit of hurt when he lifted you off of him. You felt empty without him in you, and it was a feeling you did not enjoy. He laid you gently on the bed, leaving your legs spread open for him as he hovered over you. “Shhh,” He pressed a kiss to your jaw, another under your ear, one on your cheek, another messy and quick at the corner of your mouth. His messy hair tickled your face, but all of that was lost when you felt his finger slowly rubbing your clit. You gasped, your head falling back on his shoulder.  “Loki-” “Shhh, pet. I know you can give me another. You can, can’t you? Such a good girl, you’ll let me pull one more out of you, yes?” His skilled finger pressed on your bundle of nerves, sending an electric shock of pleasure coursing through your body. You moaned, torn between moving away from him or begging him for more.  You felt like you were going to explode- he was both too close and too far. You wanted more, but your body wanted to shy away from his touch, the sensitivity making your whole body tremble.  He lowered his face, kissing down your body as his fingers continued their work. His lips left soft kisses on your quivering thighs before starting to suck on your clit. A cry fell from your lips and your hands flew to fist his hair, tugging at it as the feel of his fingers and tongue became overwhelming. You couldn’t think of anything but the growing feeling of pleasure pooling at the pit of your stomach, and the god before you as he wasted no efforts to continue devouring you, the sinful squelching sounds making your brain go haywire. Your eyes pricked with tears, your pussy feeling too sensitive from his relentless attacks.  It’s pathetic how quickly you came again, and as he slowly worked you through your high, you knew for a fact you would not be able to do anything tomorrow but stay in bed and sleep.  You felt completely and utterly wasted and used and you felt a bit of relief trickle in when Loki finally pulled away from your aching cunt, a satisfied smile on his lips. 

He leaned in and kissed you, and you could taste yourself on his lips. You were both breathless when he pulled away, and if you had the energy you’d reach up and run a hand through his hair, working on detangling every strand. You hummed happily, feeling your mind drifting dangerously close to the edges of sleep. “Mm,” Loki kissed you again. “My precious girl. You did so good darling, let’s get you cleaned up, shall we? C’mon, up you go,”  You chuckled lightly, feeling your eyelids get heavy. “Loki-..I literally can’t even move my finger,”  He laughed, and you can’t help the small smile that tugs at your lips. “Did I tire you out too much?” “Yes,” You mumbled. “I’m not getting up,” “Very well,” You felt the bed shift, and suddenly it felt cold without him near. “Loki come back,” You got no answer. You yawned, your eyes drifting open and close with every passing second.  When he did finally come back, you were but a step away from blissful rest. You heard him chuckle, and you frowned deeply but refused to open your eyes. 

“That tired, hm? Well, at least you learnt your lesson,” He got back in bed, carefully cleaning you up the best he could. With a snap of his fingers, the dirty bedsheets were replaced with fresh, warm new ones, and you almost wept in joy as your body melted completely into the mattress. You rolled yourself up in the blanket, burying your face in the pillow. “Lesson not learnt,” You yawned loudly. “Good night,” 

He laughed again, and what a blessed thing that it was the last sound you heard as you fell asleep, feeling his arms wrap around you and pull you into him. 

Despite how upset he might have been at your little joke, or how exhausted you felt, you both knew it wouldn’t be the last time you played dirty for his attention.

#loki laufeyson #loki x reader #loki smut #loki laufeyson smut #marvel #mcu #loki #loki laufeyson x f!reader #loki x f!reader

[wildglitch]

What if Zombies!Spidey x DCU LETS GOOOOOOOOO-

O K-

So, This is the (Probably not the last, don't worry) post with ideas for my What If Zombies!Peter In the DCU AU. This is the post that (Finally) Focuses on the DC side of things. This post Is also going to be mainly focused on Peter and what he's up to cause he's the focus of this AU, but I’m probably gonna make another post with info on the other heroes, so If your interested in that, don't worry cause I am thinking about them (Bucky & Loki = Brainwashed bros)

Its also part 1 of Idk since this post kinda got away from me with its length (oops)

Anyways, without further adieu, let's start :D 

-So! starting this off with something fun and not that serious that I just found out. this should have probably gone in the first post but I didn't know this until now so here, a +1 info on “facts about the zombie apocalypse” tm. 

Ok, so at this point you know I like to play around with the timeline right? Ok so, I’m researching the dates and events things take place in right? Turns out, the snap happened in either May or June, and one source even said that it happened on May 31. Now, with this in mind and the fact that I said the apocalypse lasted between 7-8 months, what happens if you subtract 8 months from May? You get October. And if you add the date to it? Guys…I accidentally made it that the zombie apocalypse starts on Halloween! That's just insane!

The official timeline now is 8 months of the zombie apocalypse, no more no less, sorry, I don't make the rules :^ (omg I made Antman & the Wasp a halloween movie lmao. It fits)

-Alright so, Peter, Head Scott/w the cloke and T’challa are on a plane on their way to Wakanda when all of a sudden, well, how many of you seen the Young Justice Episode s1e19 Misplaced? (Btw have I talked about how much I love Billy batson? I will one of these days ok, and that's a threat) well anyways

Airplane squad: *”peacefully” traumatized on a plane to Wakanda

Airplane squad: *the people on the plane fucking fazes out of reality leaving him alone to fly the plane*

Peter: *Panik*

Peter: *feels a pull wanting to take him but fighting it off as he tries to fly a fucking plane*

Peter: *also fades out of reality but much later the other and is now falling to certain doom in the middle of the ocean*

Peter: “Oh What the F-”

Ya that-

I mixed aspects of the snap and scene from misplaced as their way of splitting up. And, they did split up. A high speed plane plus the time it took them to disappear firmly separates Peter from the rest of the heros. And thus the adventure commences

-unlike Billy who can fly, Peter falls head first at top speeds and a thousand meters high into the ocean.  This can happen a few different ways

1) Peter is stranded, and is found by Young Justice or any superhero team that was passing through the ocean and thinks “Oh shoot, that's a child”. And this is how he ends up with the league. This one is kinda fast and there wouldn't be any identity reveal since at this point this Peter has no concept of such a thing. But a good way to work around this is memory loss. Not really my cup of tea but I can very much see this happening considering how hard he hit his head

2) …So Peter fucking dies-

Listen! I somehow started off with my 2 most opposite extremes of ideas, but hear me out. The fall? It kills him. But lets say that some cult or the league of assassins or some shit find his body, realize he’s a “meta” and decide “Yeah, this is a good revival candidate” And they revive the poor sucker. He is held captive HYDRA style and they try to turn him into a weapon. Obviously, he escapes, set free onto the world with a few months of trauma and a stolen one way ticket anywhere. And that anywhere just so happens to be Gotham. I’ll let your mind take it from there

3) This is the last version of events I’m gonna mention and I think this one is the one I'm sticking with, purely for the comedic potential I can see coming out of this. So Peter fought back the spell right? Well unlike the snap where he was fighting a force of nature were he would not have won, Peter was fighting Loki off, which,

Yeah, so since Loki had to focus on getting that idiot spider child to cooperate, he loses track of everyone else, and all of a sudden, the fuzzy mental image he had of everyone dissipates, and Peters becomes the full focus. This lets him save the kid from the crash, but he now doesn't know where all of the others are, including his brother, and now he can't really get to any of them.

Peter: Fighting off that staticy feeling that's trying to take him

Loki: *Genuinely struggling to get this non magic kid to corporate with him*

Loki: Damnit CHILD! I'm trying to save your worthless life!

Peter: *Legit almost wins and gets left by himself in the zombieland* 

Loki: …What did they feed you?

-Peter is saved with a spell that's basically the bubble from steven universe but Loki style. He can breathe just fine, but he can't get out or call for hell. He spends many Hours like this.

-Ok so, Loki is a god. We have established this, I keep mentioning it (sorry) he himself brings this up multiple times. What is something gods tend to have sometimes? Avatars, people who act out their will on Earth. You see where I'm going with this? Since Peter is the only mortal from his world he has access to, and because he is stuck on the watchtower, he decides to make a deal with Peter to make him his Avatar and have him look for the others (Thor). Peter, after having most of the situation explained to him, accepts his offer, with a few conditions here and there that prevent Loki from taking full advantage of him. But at the end of the day, they are both desperate and accept the others' offers and conditions with little fuss.

-Deals and conditions for the avatar contract between Peter and Loki

Loki’s Mission: Find the other mortals and spread chaos as his agent Loki’s Offer: Slight magical aid, “ability boost”, Protection from other magical entities, Godly guide and knowledge and Loki wont force Peter into doing anything too grotesque Loki’s conditions for Peter: He will be able to access anything Peter is seeing and be able to take control of any situation if he sees it fit, he must go on the missions he sends him on, And if the situation ever truly demands it, he will listen to everything Loki tells him to do Peter’s Mission: Finding his friends and finding a cure to his world in this new one as Loki’s Agent. He must also make good impressions on other Magical being in this world as to not shame the god he’s representing Peter Offer: His loyalty and tentative trust, he won't argue too much and will do his absolut best to find Thor. he will Listen to Loki and do what he says Peter’s Conditions for Loki: Will become his Avatar as long as he gets to keep being a hero and doesn't have to hurt or kill people. He will only do a mission once a month, and he will not advertise the Avatar bit. Peter gets free will, He can refuse to do something as long as he isn't demanded of it.

With this, a hand shake, and some blood, The deal is made in the bubble in the middle of the ocean.

-Peter is now Loki’s Avatar, Moonknight style, Yay! They don't really like each other that much due to circumstance but it's fineeeeeee. I did this because 1) I thought of a scenario that didn't really make sense unless Peter was somehow talking to him 2) It’s a little nod to the fact most of the fics have the snapped souls with Peter on his adventure. I thought that this way he can still have his voice in his head , it's not that crowded because it's only one voice, and it's not that Intrusive because Loki isn't going to be with Peter 24/7 only when he needs him, he's using some of his powers, or when he can sense distress or danger coming from Peter- Other than that he's stuck at the watchtower trying to plan his next moves. And 3) Cause the thought came to me and i thought it was fucking Holirouse.

-With Some trickery, Peter sneaks onto a boat and spends his time hidden under the deck pretending and hides like a corner spider the whole trip

-Peter in his, Hasn't been around actual living breathing humans for such a long time, self, breaks down and cries at the docks. Coincidentally, The bats are doing a drug bust there and a wearhouse not 10 feet away from him blows up. 

-Peter in his typical fashion, Puts on his mask and runs into the building looking for survivors.

-The bats, not knowing what happened, see’s this costume stranger helping the thugs get away and immediately clocks him as a villain. Opps

-They fight, misunderstandings happen and now, The friendly neighborhood Spider-Man Is on the front page as gothams hottest new Rogue. Well shit

-Peter being the smart guy he is, squats at an unoccupied apartment and claims it as his. Then Loki shows up after weeks of radio silence, takes one look at the place and says, hell nah, and fixes the place up with magic making the place more than livable. With some (probably magical) persuasion, the guy renting out the place actually puts him on the lease with 50 bucks of monthly rent. Does Peter feel guilty…well? Gotta roll with the punches man. Plus, this place looks nice, ignoring his 20 something neighbor that has enough blood on him to turn his white hair dye red that had sent his spider sense. This is fine.

-With some help from the voice in his head and walking through dark alleys at night, he finds a guy that works for immigration and was selling sketchy (But legit) identities. Not really trusting the guy but in desperate need and ID for the lease he was about to sign, He coughs up all the savings he had, took a Photo, and Ben P. Riley was born. He said he didn't trust the guy.

-Peter has decided to go by an alias for a few reasons, like not knowing if there was already another Peter Parker in this reality and not really wanting to risk it or the plain fact that he didn't really trust anyone in this new reality with it  (Loki and his magical guidance, he has firmly decided to never give out his name so freely ever again). His name is one of the last things from his past life that he can call his own, And if his “Villainous” identity was revealed as Peter Parker, he didn't know if he could handle it. The most simple reason was that he just missed his family and wanted something in this new life he was making for himself to remind himself of them. Ofcourse, he still added that P in there middle so as to not completely erase himself.

-Peter spends a full month just trying to get used to living in a society again, This causes some problems and misunderstandings.

-After many series of misunderstandings and mishaps, everyone thinking he's evil, Peter decides, YK what's, If I can't beat them, join them. Peter starts going out as the “Villain Spider-Man” doing sketchy shit (normal teenage shit) and causing a commotion in Gotham. Peter counts this as his act of mischief and Loki agrees when he sees the kid sell his own photos to the newspaper. Peter isn't actually doing anything evil, it's just his presence that brings fear. The fact that the bats have caught him breaking into multiple high security facilities doesn't really help his case

-Peter spends his months looking through files and files of info searching for the others, but has just about no luck on anything.

-Peter, forced by a mission, goes undercover in Gotham prep to follow one of Loki’s leads. He doesn't really know what he's doing here, but this Tim guy is pretty nice

-Cause of the amazing pictures he keeps selling to the paper, the company hires him full time as their photographer for special events and even lets him write a few articles when they see the notes he puts next to his pictures that provide contexts and stuff like that. This job opens Peter to search to a whole new horizon.

-With Peter's new job, hes sent to many different cities which introduces him to many different people

-He meets Jimmy Olson on a trip to Metropolis and hits it off pretty well with the older man. Jimmy introduces him to his friends and coworkers Lois and Clark, both of whom are just a delegate. Though that Clark guy as not stopped setting of his spider sense since he met him

-The next place he went to was a city called Fawcett, where he was sent to help with a story with one of the local reporters who was apparently his age.

Boss guy: Ben, meet Billy. You two will be working together on the report for this years summer festival

The two sniff each other out as godly “employees” and exchange numbers. And thus, a friendship was born as Billy decided to keep an eye out for any other reality travelers, and Peter is put as one of his emergency contacts to help him get out of shit since he was “technically 20 according to his ID”

Peter: *Looks at Billy*

Billy: *Looks at ‘Ben’*

*Insert that one Spider-Man meme*

-Peter is also sent to Gothams sister city Bludhaven. Peter,ends up meeting a weird police officer that keeps expecting him to take pictures of the guy. But he's nice enough and bought him a hotdog and a cinnamon roll(even though he now thinks he's allergic to them), so the weird outweighs the good.

-On his trip to Bludhaven, Peter decides to go out as spider-man. Not to cause trouble, but to go sightseeing and swinging without the interference of a bat. He ends up sitting upside down on an old building (like that one Atsv scene)  working on some leads he has when all of a sudden, Nightwing appeared right behind him dangling off the side of the building like a mad man giving him a heart attack. Nightwing is about to confront the spider after his sneak attack was caught, but before he does, Peter holds out the cinnamon roll towards the vigilante as a peace offering rushing out the words “Please don't hit me!” and Nightwing just stares. He stares long and hard looking between the treat and the Spider mask. Peter was about to run from them when Nightwing sort of just…sits. Or sits at the best of his abilities with no gravity defying powers. He actually does a pretty good job at it. Nightwing takes to offering with a nod and the 2 just sort of sit there in silence. It's awkward and weird, and quiet but for some reason he doesn't feel as uncomfortable as he thinks he should. Even less when he feels the ringing of his spider senses slowly die down as the minutes pass until it's just a constant hum at the back of his head

-They don't talk after that but from here is a turning point as to how the Bat clan view the spider.

More? Nay I say! (There will be a part 2 to this specific post, but it has gotten too long and I need to go to bed. So hopefully this will do for now :^) Plus this feels like agood stoping point since I feel like that ending would mark the ending to an arc

Please let me know what you think of this AU. I love seeing other people's ideas and thoughts. It fuels me lo

And make sure to keep an eye out for Part 2 of this post.

Later

#peter parker #mcu #dcu #crossover prompt #crossover #zombies #zombie au #spiderman x batfam #batman #loki laufeyson #billy batson #clark kent #lois lane #jimmy olsen #dick grayson #jason todd #tim drake #what if #au idea #au #damn this is a long post #I keep forgetting what tags to use for these lol #i should have a list #wiz!au

[idonotlikethatsam-i-am]

rock with me, but. mobius alone for awhile. starting out with talking to the stars and sky on a late not on a park bench with "hey loki.... i don't know if you'll hear me- probably not and I'm being silly but... just in case. just if you possibly do" and going on to tell loki about what he saw, or just about his day generally.

he doesn't need to, mind you. loki has been watching. the whole time, he's been watching. at first it started with being distracted by all the branches of time; there's so much to see. but on the first call from mobius he can FEEL it, like a string being tugged, and then its all he can focus on. yes, he keeps all the other infinite strands of time alive as well, but... his focus is always on mobius. his mobius.

sylvie comes to check on mobius eventually. gives him her/HWR's tempad. says "you're being a bit of a mope, why not take a walkabout. find yourself or something. i had a good run, but it seems like you might need it, for now. get me home first, though, yeah? and visit me, once in awhile." and he does, both get her home and visits.

between visits, he's off taking in the views of a bunch of different lokis from all around the timeline(s), seeing his many moments of glory but never intervening, never interacting. just, watching, as he always did. just up close this time.

a fair amount of days of mobius just talking to the stars - talking to loki - while following his various adventures turns into weeks, and months, and then one moment mobius just. looks up at the stars with a sigh like "....i miss you, you asshole. i hope you know that. i didn't even get to say goodbye. I really hope you hear me. I hope you have the whole damn time."

wonder how long til that emptiness and sadness and longing turns to bitterness at loki doing all of that without a word edgewise. like. loki didnt explain, he just gave one at look at sylvie and mobius and then walked off into fucking radiation city. loki didnt even say he stood up for mobius. he just. walked. said he was doing it for them - for sylvie, for mobius, but he didnt explain any more. and kept fucking walking. mobius looked fucking terrified watching him. fists clenched knuckle white when he realised loki was going where he couldn't, with no way to follow, and no goodbye given. which... terror turns to anger, anger turns to sad - which we see bc of him leaving the fucking tva - sad turns to hopelessness, hopelessness turns to observation, and then, from there, bitterness at being left behind once again by a loki gone off to who the fuck knows where.

which. that rattles loki. loki, thinking he should stay away at first, to try to let mobius find his place on the timeline. like. hes not sure what mobius's pattern is at first, he's so distracted by everything else but eventually its his mobius he tunes into time and time again, and eventually all others fade to the background when he finally realises what mobius's pattern is. and, its him. its loki, its the best hits, and thats breaks him in a way he hadn't expected. its one of mobius's monologues on a bench late at night, tear stained and drunk and miserable that pulls him from the throne, though.

"you fucking LEFT. you left, and you walked out to the goddamn loom - something we all thought would rip us to shreds without the damn suit, something we both argued over doing - and then you vanished. you fucking left me, loki, again, and what the hell was i supposed to think besides that you found somewhere better and more powerful to be." and he's ACHING, its a deep, bone deep agony of bitterness that has festered through pained, hot tears.

#lokius #lokius angst #loki #loki season 2 #loki s2 #loki season 2 spoilers #loki s2 spoilers #loki spoilers #mobius #mobius m mobius #mcu #mcu spoilers #marvel #marvel spoilers #donki #loki x mobius

[royalnugget42]

The God of Stories and the Nowhere Man

A Post-Canon look at the characters if Loki

In the years (weeks? decades? seconds?) after the birth of Yggdrasil, there was no mention of the TVA in any part of history. Such has always been the case. The TVA prides itself on anonymity and secrecy, almost as much as it values bureaucracy.

The same cannot be said of some of the figures involved.

———

Also majorly fuck Disney corporation for funding genocide. Go here to support humanitarian aid for Palestine.

B15 has a seat in the war room, defending Loki’s branches against the coming storm. Incredibly skilled tactician, yet humble enough to seek counsel from others, it isn’t long before she’s the de facto head of their little council. She insists that no one stand on ceremony though.

Casey, for his part, finally decided to look into his past. Reading history pages and conspiracy theories about his sacred timeline self is a little unnerving, but also very cool. In his branch he was Frank Morris, a criminal mastermind and an incredible escape artist. He’s always been a desk worker, but even if he never does any field work, he’s gained the confidence to become a proper analyst, a spiritual successor to Mobius.

O.B is recursive as always, but after finally leaving his basement level room, he came up with some improvements to the TVA headquarters. Their tech is now more reliable, their processes more streamlined and efficient, and the wifi has never been faster. He publishes the second edition of the TVA handbook. Victor Timely works well with him, and also suggests that they make better temporal radiation suits, even if they hopefully won’t have to use them anytime soon.

Most of the hunters still haven’t read the new guide, but Casey finally works up the courage to ask for an autograph. O.B writes his phone number as well. Of course, neither of them actually have phones, O.B was trying to be romantic, but the gesture goes over Casey’s head for a bit. Eventually they figure it out. O.B takes him to a bookstore.

Brad is left to go back to his own version of the timeline, but it’s bittersweet. He can’t forget the faces of the people who were depending on him in that cube. Can’t help thinking that it should’ve been him in there, not Dox. They all still exist somewhere on the timeline, but it’s not the same. They’re not coming back in a way that matters. When he goes back to being an actor he uses as much money as he can on humanitarian aid and charitable donations. It doesn’t erase the screams, but they get quieter.

Ravonna is lost at the end of time, and constantly on the run from various Lokis that she pruned a long time ago. Alioth never hurts her though. Even though she stood before it, choosing death instead of a life constantly on the run, it passed over her like a normal mist. In her heart she knows it’s Loki. She thinks he’s being vindictive by letting her survive. Eventually she’ll learn that he’s being gracious, allowing her the chance to change. She reminds him so much of himself sometimes.

Sylvie works at the McDonald’s, and it doesn’t pay much, but she never cares about it. What she wants she can summon or enchant someone into getting it for her, and what she doesn’t want she just doesn’t bother with, because she doesn’t have to anymore. She doesn’t have to do anything she doesn’t want to do ever again. She smiles. Maybe she’ll go on a date or something. Maybe she’ll go on vacation just for the Hel of it. There’s something so beautifully divine in being a creature of habit, a goddess of chaos finally settled, like a puzzle piece rattling into place. Privately, she calls herself the goddess of freedom.

All of them find their places, and make names for themselves, but their stories do not reach far, by intention. They are little things, twining with the rest of the branches.

There are two that find themselves in many branches; The God of Stories, and the Nowhere Man.

The god of stories is an ornate title, and a little dramatic. It’s accurate though. He weaves the lives of many into new branches, shifting with each misplaced footprint. The sheer multitude of the branches is their protection; The Conqueror won’t find them if he doesn’t know where to look.

This weaving has consequences though. One of the branches Loki touches is near the genesis of his own people. Heimdall is there, and he sees the tree, and its branches, and all the nine realms. It bothers him that he cannot see into the center, but alas, some things are beyond even his sight. He knows someone is there, though, and the legend grows in Asgard of the one who sits in the world tree, spinning the threads of fate into stories. Over time, the legend turns into the three frost giantesses known as the Norns.

And he is not idle in his throne either. At length he discovers that he can leave his seat at the center of the tree, but it’s dangerous to do so. His power is tied to the tree, and without him it begins to wilt again. It’s a while before he can leave it for more than a few seconds.

He manages though, and even while separated from the tree he can reach into the fabric of the branches he travels, unwinding them and twisting them as he sees fit. Legends arise around New Asgard that the brother of Thor has returned, with an unknown power in his hands. SWORD looks into it, but they find nothing out of the ordinary. Darcy looks into it and finally meets Thor’s brother. She slaps him, like Jane Foster once did, but she grows to like him eventually. They bond over a shared love of snakes.

And he doesn’t always appear as…himself. Sometimes the god of stories is herself, or theirself. They’ve appeared as a snake, a wolf, and once as a horse, but that story doesn’t need to be elaborated on. The snake is most common though, and some begin to call him Jormungandr. The world serpent.

Eventually Steven Strange takes an interest in whoever has been crawling through the multiverse. Loki drops him in a perpetual fall for an hour, and Strange decides it’s none of his damn business.

Legends of these types have echoing similarities. Solitude is their main theme, occasionally countered by the figure of the nowhere man.

Some stories say he’s the only one who dares to stand against the god of stories. His fate is his own after all, because he exists in no time at all. No story to twist, no time to pause, a Mobius, with no end and no beginning. Once they learn of him, they decide that he must surely be the greatest adversary of Jormungandr. Loki, for his part, finds it absolutely hilarious.

Other types of stories do crop up, though. The nowhere man walks among the people, and can erase your fate with a mere touch. Relentlessly the Norns pursue him. Some say it’s because the god of stories wishes to have his fate pulled away from him, like stars into the void. Some say it’s because Jormungandr craves total authority, and only when he consumes the nowhere man will he be sated. Some even say that they’re partners, companions, a yin and yang of sorts. They say that without one, the other would fall to ruin. This version of the tale emerged after too many instances of someone threatening Mobius where Loki could hear them (and if they’re on one of his branches he can always hear them loud and clear).

The Nowhere Man is a being of pure chaos. The God of Stories is order incarnate. The two of them cackle about the reversal of their roles, as they walk the branches of Yggdrasil. They laugh together often these days, and these days are now all the days, for all time. Always.

#loki season 2 spoilers #loki spoilers #lokius #sylvie #mobius #aftermath #norse mythology #headcanons #casey x ouroboros #this is my vision of what comes after #one part headcanon #two parts folklore #three parts gay #free palestine #fuck disney #yggdrasil

[ijuststareatstuffhereok89]

drabble idea: Loki coming in when you’re completely booked & busy & stressed, and placing your coffee order on your desk. Only thing is you don’t remember ever telling him your order 🥹🫠

“Coffee, Black” 

Summary: In the midst of the busiest time of the year for work, a little kindness goes a long way, even when coming from unexpected places.

Pairing: Loki x F!Reader Content Warning: none, just some fluff Word Count: 1.5k

“Yes, dammit, I said the GOLD napkins! Stark says silver is tacky! No, I don’t know what tacky means! Do I look like Karamo Brown??”

You could barely understand English anymore. Tony Stark had set you on the warpath when his usual head event planner went into early labor and had to extend her maternity leave, leaving you, the underling, suddenly in charge of the Stark annual fundraiser’s gala. For days upon days now, you were rushing to finalize details for the big event, only thirty-six hours away now. 

You were normally a decent party planner, at least for small events like parties and showers. This was the Stark Gala. Celebrities would be there. Steve Rogers had made himself nearly sick, practicing for weeks what to say when he met Chris Evans. Rumor was that Tom Holland was planning to propose to Zendaya on the balcony and then announce it to the ballroom. The Stark Gala was THE place to be in the US every year, which meant that every year, Tony had to outdo himself somehow. 

And now it’s complete success or failure was contingent on you, whose biggest achievement only your resume was how you’d planned the Greater Scranton Area Dog Show in a week. You couldn’t even get the napkin colors right.

“Well, I’m sure the richest man on the fucking continent could afford a five-hundred-dollar upcharge for the gold ones! I mean, please!” 

The person on the other end of the line was beginning to sound like the teacher from Peanuts. Meanwhile, you were vaguely conscious of the hapless assistant Tony gave you as an aid, although he was hardly ‘aiding’ you, so much as asking you how to do even the simplest things, only adding to the chaos swimming around you. His name was Rolf Schmedike, but you’d quickly shortened his name to ‘Schmeds” to save time, even if he did protest, saying it sounded like an STD. 

“Um, Y/N?”

“Yeah, Schmeds?” 

He rolled his eyes. “What do you want me to do about the coffee bar?”

“No. Damn. Coffee. Bar.” you repeated for the third time that day. “Tony wants full table service throughout the night. He says open bars are classless. No bars. No buffets. No problems, okay?”

“Yeah, fine.” He said dimly before leaving you alone in the office. You growled after him, annoyed.

Back on the phone, the napkin people had put you on hold. You put your phone back on the hook, a loud, metallic, vaguely-annoying big band tune coming over the speakers now, making you cringe. 

Maybe I can find those wine invoices before Schmeds bothers me again about which knife goes where on the table settings…

Too late, you thought as you heard the soft steps re-enter the room. You didn’t bother turning around, this time just yelling over your shoulder, “Chrissake, Schmeds, do I have to speak in tongues to you? NO COFFEE BARS!”

Hearing no replies from him, you sighed in relief as you thumbed through a drawer, finding several bills and invoices, extracting them, and then putting them on the desk to roll around in later, when the inevitable mental breakdown hit in approximately two minutes. You reached over to where your large, black coffee sat by the phone, fresh and piping hot, quickly picking it up and taking a precious sip of the hot liquid, letting its warmth revitalize you before putting it down and turning back to the file cabinet. 

Wait a  damn minute…

You hadn’t gotten coffee this morning. You’d been too busy. 

You paused, gaslighting yourself and trying to pinpoint the moment your mind obviously blocked out: when you’d ordered something, because you’d just absentmindedly taken a sip of your usual, perfectly brewed the specific way you liked it. Oh my god, I’m going insane already…

“I do hope I was correct in recalling that you liked it that way. Flavored salted caramel, nothing else in it, specifically from that little bodega on fifty-ninth street.”

You finally noticed that it wasn’t Schmeds in the doorway, but Loki. Your cheeks immediately went hot as you looked down submissively, a little flustered at the grinning god leaning in your doorway, looking proud of himself. For the most part, the administrators in Stark Tower who’d trained you had insisted that fraternizing with the Avengers was off-limits. They were superheroes! Why would they have any time for “the little people”? 

“It…you were,” was all you managed to say softly. 

Loki smiled, taking that as his signal to come inside. “I apologize for startling you. I assure you, I meant no harm.”

“No harm? This is exactly how I like it,” you said, picking up the cup and taking another sip, being sure to savor the hot, life-sustaining drink this time. “But…I always get my own. How did you--?”

Your new friend grinned wider, mischievously, and you took a reflexive step back. “You read my mind? Without asking?”

Loki pursed his lips playfully, observing how you looked half-apprehensive, half-turned on. “Oh, I get the feeling that if I were to do such a thing, it wouldn’t exactly be visions of hot coffee in your mind right now.”

Woooooord.

You were never able to observe the Avengers close-up, other than Tony, your boss, and occasionally Bruce Banner, who preferred handing you different documents to be filed himself. Loki was the first one of the team who’d given you the pleasure of his direct attention, and it was already becoming a pleasure. You were already drinking in how tight his suit was, how his hair was beautifully tousled about his face, how his teeth were a work of supernatural art. 

And he’d brought you coffee. 

“I…well…uh…”

“Perhaps we could start with a ‘thank you’?” he suggested. “You seem to be slightly at a loss for words, dear.”

You nodded quickly, taking another sip. “Thank you, Mr. Lau--Laufeys--”

He shook his head and put a hand up. “Loki is all I require.” 

You finally mustered a smile and grateful nod. “Thank you, Loki.”

“And for your information, as much as I would love to penetrate your mind and fill it with tempting thoughts of myself, I did not read your mind without your permission,” he explained. “Your underling out there…the little man…he let it slip in conversation.” 

You wanted to know why your drink preferences were the topic of discussion around the water cooler without your knowledge, but it was so easy to be distracted again as Loki closed the gap between you, eventually leaving a few mere inches between you. 

“Why would you care about me and my coffee?” you asked. “We’ve never met.”

Loki shrugged. “Sometimes even I can’t explain my madness,” he mused with a wink. “Or perhaps I had a motive in mind that only you could satisfy.”

You felt your cheeks go hot as you looked into his eyes. “Um…uh…and that is…?”

“My brother is going to this gala event with that scientist he is so fond of, Jane,” Loki explained. “The others all have escorts, and Stark doesn’t want me to be the only one unspoken for at the event. He said something about rich bastards liking symmetry.” 

You giggled. “That sounds like him.” 

“Therefore, consider the drink an offering,” he continued. “Out of all of the eligible people in these offices, you’re the only one who is worthy of my arm, so would you give me the privilege of being my companion to the soiree tomorrow?” 

You smiled warmly. “Well, while I still have no idea why you;ve set your sights on me, I suppose I could indulge you for one evening.” 

Loki smiled, this time bringing up a hand, as if to place it on your cheek, but he stopped himself, stepping back instead, leaving you slightly disappointed. “Perhaps I should save the best for later,” he said, turning to go. “I’ll leave you to your work now, but I will be here at 6 tomorrow evening if you can be ready then.” 

You nodded. “Yes, Mr….Loki.”

Loki purred. “Mr. Loki,” he chuckled. “Perhaps I’ll let you call me that in bed one day…” he said before smoothly making his exit. 

Taking another sip of coffee, your mind immediately switched gears. Work? Work?! What was this ‘work’??

The hold music cut off, and the static dregs of a woman’s voice replaced it. “Hello? Hello?” You mindlessly picked up the receiver and hung up, ending the call. 

Who had time for napkins? You had a dress to find!

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[michelleleewise]

The Proposal

Pairing: Sugardaddy Loki x female reader

Warnings: graphic depictions of violence, kidnapping, knives, blood, violence (yes I added it twice to he sure), duct tape, forced restraints, torture, Amber being a whole warning....(I tried not to go too overboard, but this girl crazy)

*** please read the warnings for this one!!! Amber has gone full tilt crazy. I don't want to upset anyone so please please be cautious!!!

Summary: you wake up not knowing where you are, and try to piece everything together....

Part Seventeen-

You slowly opened your eyes, looking up you could barely make anything out when the lights flipped on making you flinch. "Ah, your finally awake, I may have added too much." You heard Amber laughing. You tried to turn realizing you couldn't move. You looked down seeing duct tape wrapped around your stomach and legs, your arms held down to your sides. You frantically looked around at the decrepit building trying to process what was happening as Amber stepped in front of you.

"To think he chose you over me." She said looking down at you. You tried to say something realizing she had taped your mouth as well. "You aren't going anywhere so stop trying." She said walking over to a table picking up your phone and a knife. "Now, down to business." She said striding back over. "Im gonna need to know your password." She said ripping the tape off of your mouth making you scream. "Help! Someone help me!" You screamed when Amber punched your nose hard whipping your head to the side. "Shut up will you, no one can hear you. There's no one for miles." She smiled leaning down "password...now." she growled.

You gave her the password tasting the blood running from your nose watching her go through your phone. "Aaww, he's worried about you.....how sweet." She said through gritted teeth as she typed something before putting it in her pocket. "Now, where were we....oh yes...." She said taking the knife pressing it to your cheek "I must admit you are kinda pretty, but let's see if he still wants you when I'm done...." She smiled, pressing the knife into your skin making you scream. She repeated it onto the other cheek and your forehead as you tried to pull your head away. She tossed the knife aside happy with her work laughing menacingly.

"Your fucking crazy!" You yelled trying to free yourself "am i...AM I!?" She yelled picking up a crowbar from the table. "All I did was love him, AND HE LEFT ME!" She yelled slowly walking over to you. "And then you came along and ruined everything!" She yelled again pressing the crowbar into your chest. "You took him from me, and I'm taking back what's mine." She smiled lifting the bar up. You closed your eyes bracing yourself for what was about to happen as she brought it down hard on the side of your knee making you scream. "Do you think he'll come for you?" She asked swinging again "fuck!" You screamed feeling lightheaded "do you really belive he CARES about you?" She said hitting your kneecap hearing a crunch.

Tears streamed down your face as your whole body shook, the pain overwhelming you. "You...mean...nothing...to...him." She growled raising the bar above her head "p...please....s...stop." you tried, your voice weak from the screaming. "I won't stop until he's mine again" She said smiling bringing the bar down on top of your knee. Pain shot through your leg as you blacked out......

"Don't worry baby, I'm fine."....Loki reread the message over and over...something wasn't right, you never called him "baby". He thought for a moment before deciding to respond "darling, what was your favorite color again? I wanted to pick something up for you" He typed, patiently waiting for you to respond. He needed to know what was going on. When he saw the bubbles pop up showing you were typing he leaned forward staring at the screen "you know what my favorite color is silly." You typed. He sighed trying again "I just want to make sure, now what was it? He typed tapping his fingers on the arm of the chair. "Your so forgetful sometimes....blue." you typed as he gripped the phone.

He looked at the clock seeing you should be home from school by now and jumped up grabbing his coat. He stormed out if his room heading for the elevator "brother, where are you off to in such a hurry?" Thor asked as Loki pushed the button for the elevator. "Something is wrong with her, I need to go over there." He said looking at the doors. "Is she hurt?" Thor asked coming up next to him. "I do not know, her messages don't make sense." He said looking at Thor. "Call me if you need me." Thor said gripping Loki's shoulder. "Thank you brother." Loki said stepping into the elevator. He hoped you were just messing around but he had a feeling things were not as they seemed.

Loki walked into your darkened apartment looking around "y/n, where are you?" He called recieving only silence. He switched on the lights seeing everything looked normal, nothing was out of place. He walked into the bedroom "Darling, are you..." he started seeing the bed was made but your closet looked like a bomb went off. He slowly walked in seeing all of your clothes strewn across the floor like you were searching for something. The bad feeling began nagging him again so he pulled his phone out messaging you. "darling,, where are you." He typed waiting for you to respond. He walked into the bathroom seeing everything in order there as well.

He jumped slightly when his phone went off, quickly pulling it out "Hey, I was in bed sleeping. Where are you?" He read. He felt the color leave his face knowing you were no where to be found. He swallowed hard typing back "I'm coming over, I need to see you." He was hoping whoever this was would give themselves away somehow. "I'm too tired, maybe tomorrow. Night baby." He read. "No no no.." he said quickly dialing your number hoping it was your voice on the other end and you were just upset with him. He held the phone to his ear listening as the call went straight to voicemail "fuck!" He yelled. He hung up quickly dialing Thor. "Loki, is everything alright?" Thor asked when Loki felt a lump in his throat. Looking down at his feet "she's...she isn't here Thor, I don't know where she is or whats happened." Loki said shakely feeling his eyes burn. "Tell me where you are, I'll be right there." Thor said. He told him the address before hanging up, waiting for his brother to get there....

"God, He's gotten persistent." You vaguely heard Amber say from behind you. You slowly lifted your head, trying to block out the pain and failing miserably as she walked into view. You shook your head making sure you weren't seeing things as she turned around. She had cut her hair to your length, as well as coloring it the same color as yours. You looked down seeing her wearing your clothes, though they were a bit tight on her. "W...what...", you trailed off trying to focus when she started laughing again "Well, whatya think?" She asked holding her arms out. "I think your fucking insane." You snarked feeling her fist meet your nose again making your eyes water.

"Shut up you stupid bitch." She growled stalking away. "Loki and I will live happily ever after...and you'll die here alone like you deserve." She said wiping her hand on a cloth. "W..why are you...doing this? I was n..nice to you." You said tilting your head up to look at her "because you took him!" She yelled crossing her arms "h..he already left you...before he m..met me." You said shakely fighting back tears. "Well see, here's the thing. If he didn't want me, and he wants you..what better way to win him back then to become...you." She smiled smoothing down the front of her...your shirt. You screwed your eyes shut feeling the pain radiating through you "he's going to know....h..he will find me." You breathed leaning your head forward. "Oh...he may find you....but in what state?" She asked walking over grabbing your hair pulling your head back.

"Who would want you now hm?" She asked. "No one will ever want you again y/n." She smiled letting go of your hair. "If you know whats good for you you'll hurry up and die." She snarked walking behind you. You were about to say something when she shut the lights off, leaving you in total darkness "night y/n, pleasant dreams" She called out slamming the door. You tried to breath, feeling the tears streaming down your face, landing in your cuts making you hiss. "L..loki....please....." you said shakely trying to stop shaking, but the more you tried the worse it got.

Your chest heaved as you sobbed, leaning your head forward to keep the tears off your face. "P..please...find me..." you cried. But you had no idea where you were and no way to release yourself, even if you did you were pretty sure your kneecap was shattered. You opened your eyes, looking up into the one window you saw, seeing the moon shining in "i..I love you Loki." You whispered. leaning your head forward feeling yourself drift off, hoping he would come to you in your dreams......

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[lokisgoodgirl]

Here is my fluffy drabble suggestion... 😁

Let's say Loki's been on a veeeery long mission and now after weeks? months? he is finally able to go home and see his love again! 🥰 Some happy reunion fluff 🥺

Fluff-Drabble Marathon A link to my FLUFF Library is here Warnings: Nada. Some light angst, maybe. (w/c 800) A link to my regular Masterlist is here [18+]

He's Back

“He’s back? Who’s back?” you said vacantly, scanning the briefing notes in front of you as Natasha rolled her eyes. “He’s back, dummy.” she said, a smile pulling at the corner of her plump lips. Your eyes flew to meet hers, hope firing in your belly as you searched her gaze for any sign of cruel humour. “He’s back?” “He’s back.” she repeated, her smile wide now as your chair flew out behind you, briefing notes forgotten.

“Oh my god...oh my god…” you mumbled as you pulled at your chunky cardigan, your hands running from your temples through your unwashed hair as you cursed your luck. Of all the days for it to be laundry day. Although to be fair, the last two months had been laundry day. “Nat, be honest with me.” you said, your tone denoting that you definitely could not handle Nat being honest with you, “Do I look like shit?” “Yes.” she said simply, watching your face fall. “But you know that. And you also know that he won’t care. And neither do you.”

You nodded, tucking a strand of greasy hair behind your ear. Fuck. “What if he takes one look at me and wishes he’d stayed in Musselheim?” Nat rolled her eyes, her patience wearing thin. “He is not going to wish he’d stayed in Musselheim...now Jesus Christ, get out of here.” You nodded. The churning in your stomach growing stronger as adrenaline flooded your body. Loki was back. Finally. You ran to the door, throwing it open and running ungracefully down the long corridor to the elevators. After ten seconds of waiting, you couldn’t wait any more, opting to take the stairs. It was a long way down from the 62nd floor, but your legs did the work while your mind was filled with thoughts of him. How you had gone to sleep every night since he’d been away with a pillow dabbed with his cologne, how you had played the voice notes he saved on your phone every morning as you got dressed. I love you darling, I miss you so very much I’m sure. I’ll be back soon, try not to worry about me. Thirty floors went by in a flash as the New York street grew closer through the glass below. Your frantic footsteps echoed around the stairwell as your mind turned to your lover waiting downstairs. Would he look different? Musselheim was very dark...could be be paler? No that was impossible, surely. His hair would be longer. Or would it? Could he control the length like he could his clothes? Would he be happy to see you? What if he was hurt? What if he was different...inside? Smack “Ah” you cried, as you whacked into a wall of flesh tight around the turn in the stairs.

“Apologies, I-” a breathless voice panted. You looked up, tears welling in your eyes as the voice you had missed with your whole heart filled your ears. The intensity of your devotion masked by self-preservation crashing to dust as every nerve in your body fired at once. You stepped backwards, willing yourself to wake up if this was a dream. Not even your liability of a mind could be that cruel, surely. “Loki?” you whispered, your eyes not believing what your hands could touch before you. His face was almost level with yours. He had not yet reached the landing on which you stood; his battle armour glinting in the light of the afternoon sun through the glass as you cupped his cheek. “I’m back, love.” he said, as he majestically ascended the final stairs to meet you on the landing. You squealed, jumping into his arms as he caught you with a wobble; spinning you around as joyful laughter radiated from deep inside him, nestling his face in your neck. A deep sigh spilled from your lips as you squeezed him tighter, wrapping your legs around his waist. “What were you doing?” you said breathlessly, “I was coming to see you…” He chuckled below you, the sound in his chest vibrating against your heart; those beautiful big eyes creased at the edges with happiness. “And I you, darling. I tried to take the elevator to your office for haste but someone had already summoned it on another floor.” “That was probably me” you said bashfully, “I was just...impatient to-” Loki cut you off with a deep kiss as he leant you against the wall, savouring the taste of you after three long months apart. His tongue caressed yours with loving intensity as you ran your hands through his hair, praying you wouldn’t wake up. You felt wetness press against your cheek from his skin, tears sneaking reluctantly from his eyes as he clung to you like he had come back from the dead. “Gods, I’ve missed you.” he whispered quietly as he pressed his forehead to yours.

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[teenage-mutant-ninja-freak]

Helloo!!

I saw your witchy s/o post while looking into the tmnt tag and I'm so freaking happy someone finally wrote for a reader that practices witchcraft!!!!

If it's alright with you, and if you accept asks (I tried to look for rules but so far saw what you don't write) could I have the tmnt bois (especially Leo) with a witchy s/o that works with deities and dragons?

If not then it's totally fine! Hopefully Tumblr doesn't eat my ask so have a good day!

abso-fucking-lutely!!!! this is so fun and as a folk practitioner who works with deities this is right up my ally. If it's ok with you, I'm not gonna include dragons as that's not a practice I'm familiar with and I wouldn't want to get anything wrong. But deities I can do! I'll switch up the deities each time so there's something new with each of these as well.

Leo

"Can't, sorry, Loki said the vibe is off" you begin to leave the room and Leo is just following you like "What vibe? Who's Loki? Why is he telling you no?"

you're shuffling tarot cards and the fool pops out so you say, looking up, "I get it babes, please don't interrupt my reading like that, though" and Leo is so confused like "I din't say anything" and you just say "Not you, Loki"

eventually he tries to play into it like "Would Loki be ok if we didn't smoke cleanse the house today?" and you're just like "...yeah, I guess. But if you start feeling ill soon you'll know it's because he's pissed at you"

Leo does start feeling sick so you tell him to make an offering

he's never felt more stupid that when he pours wine into a glass on your alter but he soon feels better again and it freaks him out that it worked

"So he's a trickster god?" lots of questions like this and each time you're just like "Yes, he's a trickster, no he isn't going to hurt me, yes he fucks with me sometimes but it's all in good faith"

Raph

You wake up from a really bad nightmare

"I thought your Goddess was supposed to have power over dreams?"

"She does, something must be wrong"

you look in your offering cup and the wine has fucking moulded

"ah shit, it's mouldy. Better get her a new one"

after that you have peaceful dreams

you come home with a bunch of white roses and Raph is all "are those for me?" and you politely have to let him down and tell him they're for Selene

any time Raph has a bad dream you joke that it's because he's fallen out of favour with the Goddess for how he's treated you

fast forward to a time you and him get in a big fight and he has the worst sleep/dreams of his life for a week straight.

he comes crawling back to you practically begging you for forgiveness.

Selene gets a big offering after that

Mikey

You're clearing a space in his room for your alter since the two of you moved in together

"I need a large space, Hades like a big alter"

"What's he compensating for?" Mikey jokes

and you just shoot him this look like "Don't fuck around when it comes to him"

not even 10 minutes later one of his drums breaks

you're just like "serves you right"

you come in one morning with a cup of coffee and Mikey gets all excited like he's about to get breakfast in bed and you have to tell him that it's for Hades who likes his coffee black.

kinda freaks Mikey out when you hold a funeral for each of the dead rats you find in the lair but you have to remind him "I'm a death witch and I worship the lord of the underworld. What else am I meant to do?"

Donnie

honestly he mostly just leaves you to it

he's pretty good with his hands so when you told him you worship Artemis he made a clay stature of her for your alter

you told him he'll be in her good books after that

that night Donnie caught 10 foot clan soldiers

"well, she is the Goddess of the hunt... I told you she was happy with you"

He really takes an interest in your devotional activities

always asking questions about why you do that or the significance of this

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You and Us - CHAPTER 1

Pairing : Sebastian Stan x Reader x Bucky

Warning : 18+, MINOR DNI, smut, fluff, injuries, angst, Bucky x reader for this chapter, TELL ME IF I MISSED SOME

Summary : Sebastian is mistaken for Bucky by Hydra agents. Wounded but alive, he is taken into the protection of the Avengers. There he meets Bucky, his look-alike, and his girlfriend, Y/N. When Bucky notices that the actor is attracted to the woman he loves, an idea comes to him...

You woke up, snuggled up in your super soldier’s arms. A ray of sunshine was crossing his face, but he was still asleep which didn’t happen often due to his nightmares. Bucky hated them. First, because he always woke up in sweat, scared, not recognising the place where he was. Second, it meant he ruined your night because you woke up to his screams. However, you always told him that he never bothered you. You wanted to be here for him, in his best moments and in his worst. Because what you felt for him was indescribable. Most people described it as fireworks or butterflies. But for you, it was more powerful than that. It was like you found a part of yourself you didn't know was missing.

And as you were together for around three years now, you finally asked him to share a room together. All the team lived in the Stark Tower, renamed the Avengers Tower after the Loki incident a few years ago. So you asked Tony if it was possible to have a floor for you and Bucky. It was a way to have your own apartment together until you found your own little place.

And sometimes it was him who found himself in your arms in the morning. It meant that it was a difficult night : nightmares, screams. But today, everything was perfect.

« I can feel you staring, dragostea mea, » he said, his eyes still closed. A smile spread across your face. You loved how he knew you so well, he always knew what you were doing without looking at you, always knew what you were thinking without you having to say a word.

« I can't take my eyes off of your handsome face, Navy, » you chuckled, a hand in his hair. You chose this nickname based on the colour of his orbs. « How did you sleep ? » you asked.

« Really well, nightmares are less and less present. Especially when we’re together. But what I prefer is when I wake up next to you, and that we have time for ourselves, » while he was saying that, you found yourself under him, his face in your neck. He was now kissing this sensitive spot right behind your ear, and you knew how this morning was about to begin.

While Bucky sometimes loves to fuck you hard, be in charge and hearing you begging him and calling him Sergeant, mornings are always soft moments. He never verbalised it, but you knew it was a way to thank you. Because you accepted him despite his past. Because you’re always here. Because you let him take control when you were together, therefore reminding him that he was free. Because you were in love with him.

His mouth slowly moved from your neck to your collarbone and to your nipple. While he was sucking on the left one, his right hand was massaging the other. He then stopped, looking at you, his eyes full of love. His metal hand was near your entrance. You were already so wet and couldn’t wait for Bucky to touch you, so you moved your hips trying to get him to go further. But Bucky was Bucky and he asked : « Can I ? » He was always looking for your permission. « Yes », you answered, desperation in your voice. 

He kissed you softly and gently put a finger inside you. He was gentle in his movements, but you could feel he wanted to be inside you. « James, don’t make us wait any longer. » You didn’t need to tell him twice and he pushed his cock in your pussy. You wrapped your legs around his waist, making him go deeper. He hit that spot, the one that got you closer to the edge, with each thrust. But what made you hit your climax were the Romanian and Russian words he whispered that you couldn't understand. He had one hand on your hip, the other on the mattress and you kept yours on his shoulders as if you were going to fall. You came as he was still inside you and followed you not long after.

« We should get prepared, right ?, » he asked, his head on your chest. You were caressing his back, and smiled : « Yes, I think we’re late. » But neither of you moved. « We can still have another round in the shower, » you suggested. Bucky looked at you, stood up and put you on his shoulder, making you laugh. You were definitely going to be late. 

After a long, really long but relaxing shower, you were back in the room and getting prepared when Sam entered the room, his eyes firmly closed : « Please be dressed, please be dressed ! And we’re waiting for you, the reunion started ten minutes ago. Bucky, I really hope you’ve packed because we’re leaving in two hours. And Y/N, if you can convince Mr. Metal Arm to not give me his staring face during our mission, I’ll find your favourite actor and arrange a meeting for you with him. »

« Sebastian Stan ? I may think about it, but Bucky has no staring problem, he always has a soft look. At least that is the one he has for me. »  

« You’re both so annoying, » he said before leaving.

« So, » Bucky started, a smirk on his face, « Sebastian Stan ? »

« You know he is my favourite actor, and he looks like you so I kinda want to meet him. » You and Bucky already talked about your crush on the actor, and he loved teasing you about it. Sometimes he was a bit scared but you always reassured him : he was the man you chose. « Come on, Navy. We’re late. »

The meeting lasted an hour. It was mostly a recap of what Sam and Bucky will have to do during the next few days : infiltrate a former Hydra base. There were rumours that Hydra was back, only small groups but some heard that they were trying to gather and were preparing something. It wasn’t a dangerous mission, just take them down if some agents were there, and bring back some information. You prepared this mission, everything will be fine. But you couldn't help feeling scared. Bucky sensed it and put his hand on your thigh, gently caressing it so you could relax. The rest of the meeting was just talking about changing headquarters, welcoming new superheroes, etc.

When you all separate, Bucky and you went back to your room and he finished packing. As always when one of you was going on a mission without the other, you held each other for a moment. Soon, it was time for him to leave and you accompanied him to the Quinjet.

« I’m gonna miss you, » you told him.

« I’m gonna miss you too, dragostea mea. But I promised it won’t be a long mission. It never is when you’re the one organising everything. »

He was supposed to go now, Sam was waiting for him next to the jet. « I was thinking », Bucky started, « when I come back, we could start looking for an apartment and maybe I’ll go on less mission so we could… » But he was interrupted by Sam : « Move your ass, Barnes. You’ll see her soon. But sex abstinence will be good for both of you. »

Bucky and you were laughing, promising to continue this discussion when he’ll come back. And as you watched the jet take off, you couldn’t help but feel this ball of anxiety tightening your chest, like it did every time he went on a mission.. But it was worse if it was related to Hydra. You were always scared for his safety and for his mental health. You didn’t want to lose him. You took a deep breath and got back inside.

« You’re not focused, Y/N », Natasha remarked after throwing you once again on the floor. Everyday before lunch you were training together. She recruited you almost ten years ago when you were in the army. She saw your potential. Even after all these years, it was still very rare for you to beat her.

« You know how I am when Bucky is not here. And I don’t know, I just have this bad feeling. »

« Don’t worry about him, he is not alone and they can contact us if there is any problem. Okay, we’re gonna stop for today, I’m spending the holidays with my sister. »

Natasha reunited with her family two years ago and they were making up for lost time. A family. Was it possible for Bucky and you despite your jobs ? You were both so busy, would you have time to welcome someone else in your life and start something new ? Maybe you could find another job, something that wouldn’t require fighting and saving the world all the time.

« Earth to Y/N, » Natasha took you out of your thoughts. « I have to go. You should go out this afternoon so you won’t think too much, like you’re doing now. » Her comment made you chuckle. You stood up and sent a message to Wanda. Shopping with her was always a good way to feel better. 

After your shower, you joined her in the downtown area. You wanted to buy a dress for your Christmas with Bucky. He planned a surprise for you and you had an idea of what it might be. « I want to know everything ! » Wanda said, excitement in her voice.

« I think he is going to propose. » A smile lighted up your face.

« I hope he will ! »

« Me too ! Because if he doesn’t, I'll be the one doing it. »

The afternoon with Wanda helped you forget about your fears. You even found a beautiful and sexy red dress that will make Bucky go insane when he’ll see you wearing it. After that, Wanda and you stopped by a café and ate some pastries. 

At the end of the day, Steve and you were the only one left in the meeting room. Avengers didn’t have a lot of holidays, but this year had been calm and Christmas was important to everyone. Tony and Pepper went back to their new house they bought a week ago. Wanda and Vision decided to celebrate Christmas in Italy and headed to the airport two hours ago. Natasha said she wanted to spend the end of the year with her sister. Thor went back to Asgard with his brother. And Hulk decided to travel around the world to help people.

« Did you buy something for Sam ? » you asked Steve.

« Nothing yet, why ? And why Sam especially ? » You could see the Captain blushing.

« Oh come on Steve ! Bucky and I noticed the glances you and Sam exchanged during the meetings. Why didn’t you tell us ? »

« Because there is nothing to say. We’re just flirting, nothing more. I don’t know why, but I’m scared. »

« Well, if that can reassure you, Sam told me he… » But you couldn’t finish your sentence as Hydra’s symbol appeared on the screens. Steve and you looked at each other, fear visible on your faces. What was going on ? And how did they hack into the Stark’s network ? A robotic voice interrupted your thoughts.

We’re getting our weapon back

You were about to call Fury, but a video replaced the red logo. Despite the blood on his face, you recognized him. Your hands were shaking and tears rolled down your face as you realised that your worst fear came true : Hydra captured Bucky.

To be continued...

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