#Cat Body Loki

[inner-space-oddity]

When my cat gets so needy for kissies and cuddles that he forgets his whole job is to be Rude and Aloof

[evilwriter37]

@knowerofuselessfacts: "Loki is what would happen if you made a cat via tumblr poll."

[muddyorbsblr]

onyx pt1

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Summary: You're stuck in the Avengers Compound because of an injury from your last mission, and you come across an adorable and affectionate little kitten.

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: language (no i'm not sorry, Rogers); talks of explosions and injuries sustained from explosion [let me know if i missed anything!]

Things to be aware of: one-sided crushing (but is it really…?)

An eerie silence served as your only company in the Avengers Compound the last few days, some of your teammates off to finish the HYDRA mission that left you injured while the others took time off to visit their families over the holidays. With the promise to keep their comms on in case they would be needed until the New Year.

Now all that remained in the Compound with you were a few junior agents that drew the ends of the short stick, Val, and Loki.

Sadly your teammate, friend, and occasional drinking buddy Val was out blissfully spreading holiday cheer throughout New York with her girlfriend.

And Loki? Well, the God of Mischief wasn't exactly on chummy terms with you. Didn't even so much as give you a passing glance when you were at mission briefings.

Which was a damn shame because what you would give just to get lost in those stormy ocean eyes.

You made your way to the pantry in the common room to replenish your stash of snacks, towing along a little wagon to help you on the way back. Every step had you feeling every square inch of bruising on the left side of your body that you got from being unlucky enough to be caught in the blast radius of an explosion at the HYDRA base you were trying to infiltrate with Shaun just a few days ago.

Your phone buzzed with a new message. "Speak of the devil," you muttered to yourself, seeing Xu's name on your screen as soon as you pulled up next to the elaborate barista setup, putting a few Lindor truffles in a small bag for your wagon. "Hey FRIDAY?"

"Yes, Agent Y/L/N?" the AI answered immediately.

"Could you make me a white chocolate mocha with peppermint while I raid the latest Costco delivery for uhh…supplies. Yeah, I'll go with that."

"Right away, Agent Y/L/N." The sound of the barista setup whirring to life filled the kitchen area as you checked on Shaun's message.

Thor just mentioned that he'll ask his brother to take a look at your injuries. Maybe get him to kiss it all better. He finished his text with a smirking emoji, along with some hand gestures that painted a less than family friendly picture, making you roll your eyes at the screen.

You recorded a voice memo for him. "You know that he'd need to actually be willing to look at me so that he could see the damage from the blast, right? And last I checked I'm pretty sure he thinks I'm Medusa reincarnated and I'll turn his Asgardian ass to stone."

You went on to the ridiculously stocked pantry to rummage the delivery that came just a few hours ago, trying to find a bag of Jalapeño Cheetos somewhere in the mix, when you heard a tiny meow from somewhere behind you. You looked to the ground to find a black and white munchkin cat looking up at you with wide blue eyes.

"Hi there, baby…" you cooed, surprised the adorable little creature hadn't hissed or scratched at you yet. Cats normally didn't take to you, which was a shame because you often found yourself fighting the urge to pick one up or stroke its head whenever you crossed paths with one during your errand runs. "How'd you get in here?"

The tiny kitten caught you by surprise with what it did next, walking up to your feet and proceeding to rub its cheek against your ankle, a little purr emanating from its small fluffy body. You decided to risk the hissing and scratching and bent down to pick it up, your heart melting once he placed his paws on your cheek and proceeded to nuzzle your face with his nose.

"Aren't you a complete darling." He settled into your arm as you carried him out of the pantry, a little whine escaping him when you placed him down on the counter. He stood on his hind legs and made grabby hands towards you, blue eyes wide and pleading for you to pick him back up. "Just a second, sweet baby, I'm just getting you something to drink."

You took out a tiny sauce dish and poured some cream into it, pushing it toward the kitten that responded with a slow blink and a meow before licking away at the rich liquid.

"I'm sure your owner's gonna crucify me for giving you that but I can't help spoiling little fur babies especially when they're as adorable as you are." You took a sip of the coffee FRIDAY had finished making before shouting out a question for her. "Hey FRIDAY, you have any clue who this little bub belongs to?"

It took a second for her to answer. "Negative, Agent Y/L/N. There is currently no other agent on the premises looking for their pet. I also see no collar on them and from a preliminary scan they do not seem to have a microchip on them."

Those words stopped the kitten from drinking to look up toward the ceiling and hiss at the source of the voice. He only relaxed once you started stroking his fur again, going back to drinking and letting out a few purrs along the way. "No owner, huh? Does that mean I can invoke Finders Keepers then?"

"It appears so, Agent Y/L/N. What would be your new companion's name?"

The kitten looked up at you, as if expecting your answer. You wondered briefly if he could actually understand what it was that you and FRIDAY were talking about. "How about Onyx? I know I know it's absolute garbage for originality to name a black cat after a black gemstone but--"

His eyes widened before he climbed up your arm, only stopping once he'd reached your shoulder to nuzzle at your neck again. "It seems he likes the name, Agent Y/L/N."

"Then it's settled." You placed a soft kiss on top of his head. "Hello there, Onyx."

You brought your new kitten back to your apartment, setting him down on your bed while you tried to take off your sweatshirt as gently as you could manage.

"Ah, fuck it," you hissed as you felt the bruising around your ribs, letting out a pained sound when you opted to whip the garment over your head as fast as you could instead. Your reflection revealed that the bruising on the left side of your torso was quickly becoming a frightening deep purple.

Onyx meowed from your bed, again standing on his back legs and making grabby hands at you, eyes wide with evident pain.

"What's wrong, little baby?" He placed his paws gently on your side when you made your way to him, pressing his nose to the skin near where your bruising began. "Oh don't you worry your pretty little head about those, sweetie. They'll heal…eventually."

He kept on pressing his face to the area, your heart melting for the tiny kitten even more realizing that he was pressing kisses to your wounds.

"You really are such a precious little bub, aren't you?" You picked your new kitten up, placing him on the armchair in your reading nook before setting an alarm for dinner in a few hours and settling into your bed. "Get some sleep, sweet baby Onyx. I'll see you in a few hours."

Your eyes had only closed for a few seconds before you heard another tiny meow followed by a soft thud, immediately making you sit up on the bed looking for the kitten. He'd already made his way to your bedside, standing on his back legs and reaching up trying to climb up the sheets.

"Alrighty then," you mumbled, picking him up and placing him on the pillow beside yours. You rolled over to lay on your right side to remove any pressure to your injuries the best you could, hovering your finger near Onyx's nose once you'd settled in. He leaned up and pressed his nose to your finger, paws kneading on his pillow. "Boop," you giggled. "Sweet dreams, baby."

Just as you'd closed your eyes to try catching an hour or two of rest before you had to eat again and take those pain meds that Banner prescribed you, your phone began to blare Immigrant Song way too loudly by your nightstand. There were only two contacts you gave that ringtone to and one of them was currently out with her girlfriend.

"Talk to me, Thunder," you muttered, groaning when your stretch to reach for your phone made your bruising smart a bit. "You all good over there?"

"Absolutely grand, Lady Y/N," the blond god's voice boomed from the other end. "I was just wondering if you could check on my brother, he refuses to answer his phone yet again."

"That's gonna be a hard pass from me, buddy. I've already been cut and bruised, I'm not too keen to add stabbed to that list. He's probably just practicing spells. Or out on a date." You winced at that last part, an irrational part of you flaring up with unwarranted jealousy at the thought of Loki out with just about anyone. "Just--I don't know, check up on him yourself when you get back. You can take a stab better than me anyways."

Thor sighed loudly, the low rumbling making Onyx step back from his pillow and start hissing at the phone. You stroked the top of his head to calm him down. "Very well then, Lady Y/N. Rest well. We're scheduled to return after nightfall."

"I'll have pizza here waiting for you guys. Bring your own mead." You clicked off and tried to get some sleep, having FRIDAY place an order for pizzas and wings for when the team gets back. Your new kitten padded his way over to you, resting his head on your outstretched arm and letting out a soft purr.

The sound of the Quinjet coming back roused you from your nap, along with the feel of little paws on your arm and Onyx nuzzling your cheek.

"Looks like everyone's home," you mumbled, pressing a few kisses to the kitten's head before making your way out of bed. "Come on, little baby. Time to meet the team."

With a whole lot of discomfort and groaning, you slipped your sweatshirt back on before presenting your hand to Onyx and patting your shoulder, prompting the kitten to climb up your arm and perch himself on the spot, nuzzling his face behind your ear.

The team had already arrived and filled the common area when you made your way there, some of them helping themselves to the pizza. Barnes and Wilson walked in with coolers, probably filled with chilled bottles of beer inside.

"Hey, there she is!" Shaun exclaimed, pulling out a bottle of Pepsi before making his way over to you and pulling you into an embrace. "How's the healing go--Whoa there." He took a step back as Onyx hissed in his direction. "Where'd you come from, little guy?"

You shh'd the kitten, pressing kisses to his little cheek to calm him down. "It's okay, baby, Shaun is a friend. One of the good guys." You turned back to your mission partner. "Shaun, this is Onyx."

"Always thought you were a dog person, Babes," Natasha spoke up before taking your arm and walking you to the food. "We leave for one day and you become a cat lady. Where'd you even find the time to go to a shelter and get baby blue eyes over here?"

"I didn't, actually," you answered the master assassin. "I just went to the pantry and poof there he was, meowing at my feet. Like the cat distribution system mailed him to me by magic or something." He nuzzled your cheek again before starting to knead at your face.

"And he doesn't belong to anyone? You're sure?" Shaun spoke up, backing up immediately when he tried to pet your new kitten and getting hissed at. "Easy, kitty. I'm a friend, I'm not gonna hurt you." The martial artist turned back to you. "He wasn't collared? Or chipped?"

"Nope. FRIDAY scanned him and everything."

"You wanna think about getting him chipped?"

Onyx hissed again at the question before swishing his tail around to curtain your hair around him, his little body shaking on your shoulder. As if he was silently pleading for you to not take him out to have him chipped.

"Don't you worry, baby. I won't get you chipped, I wouldn't hurt you like that," you cooed, letting out a little giggle as he placed his paws on your cheeks and nuzzled your nose, giving the tip tiny licks. You were so focused on your cat's affections that the bellowing of Thor looking for his brother was a distant muffled noise in the background.

Until he got to where you were standing and his booming voice was impossible to ignore. "What an adorable little beast you have, with you, Lady Y/N." Onyx buried himself in the crook of your neck, shaking at the sound of Thor's voice.

"It's alright, Onyx. It's just Thunder, he may be all big and menacing on the outside but he's just a fluff ball on the inside. Come on, go say hi."

The blond Asgardian approached you, examining your new pet carefully before a knowing grin graced his bearded face. "Hello, Brother."

A chill went down your spine at his words. "What the fuck d'you just say, Blondie?"

He motioned toward the kitten on your shoulder. "This is the explanation for his lack of replies on his phone. His absence from his quarters. Lady Y/N, the little beast hiding himself in your hair…is my brother. That is Loki."

In your stupor, the only words you could manage to say were, "Bitch what?!"

A/N: Merry Christmas/Happy Holidays to the members of SAS, beloved besties, and fellow whores! I've had this idea doing a slow lurky crawl in the microwave that is my writing noggin for the last few months, and I'm so excited that I finally get to share it with y'all! Part 2 is coming in a few days, and then it's a coin toss on whether I'll be trying to end the year with crossing off some things on my writing todo list, or crossing off some titles from my Tumblr TBR 😳👀

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[hatchetmanofficial]

Hi I just played this game recently but I'm curious about the lore and idk where to find it i see a lot of people mentioning boss stu (I keep reading stfu) and idk who those are do i have to read all the asked questions to get the lore going on or I can find it somewhere else? (Anyway here's a squished alan holding a red flag)

MDHM LORE (no spoilers for the actual game):

This is only going to cover the backstories/extra details and the world of MDHM but does not touch what is going to happen in the game. Some TW for the lore, will contain stuff like substance abuse, suicide, toxic relationships, gore and child abuse.

Alan is the main love interest of the game. He is an assassin who lives in the woods in the town that set in the game, far from society but occasionally visits when he has "important" stuff to do. He is the second youngest of four brothers. Claude, Jules, and James. Alan has a pretty strained relationship with them especially after their mother passed away from suicide. Alan ran away during high school and has no connections to the current culture in the modern world.

Erika is a new college friend/classmate you encounter in your English class. She is the only adopted child of two dads with whom she is currently keeping secrets to not disappoint them. She works as an employee in the local skater rink and volunteers at the rescue cat shelter. Erika is very fashion-forward and is pretty smart when it comes to problem-solving and has a hobby of solving mysteries. She has a six-legged cat named Loki and lives with her roommate Rosie.

Stu is a child friend who harbors feelings for the player. He hasn't been in contact with them since they left for college as he stayed in their old town behind. He has an older sister named Toni who also left for university, his mom, and his dad who had a pretty unhealthy and dysfunctional relationship until he moved out. Stu lives in a frat house on school grounds and is a part of a band called the Critters of Wreckage (CoW). Stu struggles with pornography addiction as well as drinking as he became very isolated after not talking with the player.

Carver is Alan's coworker. I have not revealed much about him, other than he has the most trauma, especially during childhood, out of everyone. He has an estranged past he can't quite remember after being hired as an assassin. He is missing pupils but is still able to see. He has a fascination for experimenting and dissecting his victims, even though he really isn't allowed to. I would love to point out that Carver doesn't call the player "Guinea Pig". That name is for his OWN person of interest who he has yet to find. He still calls the player "Doe-Eyes" simply because Alan calls them that. His real name is Calvin and he is 31 years old.

Stitches is another coworker of Alan and Carver. Not much is known about him. He isn't human although he appears to be. Stitches, is in fact, made up of three different body parts from three different people. His head, the torso, and his legs. Stitches was created by Boss.

Boss is, obviously, the boss of Alan. No, he doesn't have a name as he simply just goes by "Boss". He is older than the town, older than time actually. He doesn't have much of a physical form but used roadsigns as a body for him to use. He communicates through images or texts from the signs.

Buck is Alan's dad. He doesn't know that Ophelia has passed away since their separation and is still in love with her. He hasn't seen Alan either but still wants to connect with his son.

[telvess]

RoR: How they sleep with their s/o (headcanons) 🔞

Jack

Jack likes when you’re strapped to his arm at night. He has a habit of reading a bit of Shakespeare before bed, so being close enough to him that he can smell your shampoo is actually one of his favourite moments of the day.

When the reading time is over, Jack prefers to lie face to face with you and hold hands. Of course, he doesn't mind any other position where he can observe you.

Yeah, Jack is a little creepy because he likes to watch you sleep. He admires your beauty and hearing your calm breathing makes him happy because he never expected to have someone who felt so safe around him.

Since he's the last one to fall asleep, you'll probably wake up first. Jack doesn't mind if you wake him up with kisses.

Poseidon

Poseidon allows you hug him. Feel grateful. He ONLY does it because you’re such a crybaby and he is tired of your big teary eyes you constantly make. He thinks that hugging is useless and doesn’t provide anything, but just for your sake he can get through this…

STFU, POSEIDON. You love cuddling.

He holds you in a tight hug, with his hand on your back and your head on his chest. He likes to feel your warm breath on his skin, but - once again - he would never admit it.

Poseidon has a cold body, so you can use it as an additional reason to cuddle.

Beelzebub

Beelzebub will go to bed the moment he hears you taking a shower before sleep. He doesn’t care if he has something to do. He doesn’t want to miss the opportunity for a cuddle.

Beelzebub is a small spoon. You hold him from behind with your arm around his waist and your forehead resting against his back - he just feels wanted and that feeling kills him.

That being said, he would never ask you for a cuddle, but if you don’t initiate, he gives you that inpatient look over a shoulder. Don’t act dumb.

Beelzebub likes to listens your calm breathing. For him it's the best lullaby. Knowing that someone shares something as trivial as sleeping in the same bed with him is amazing to him.

Thor

He is a living radiator, so you probably don’t need a blanket.

Thor isn’t into cuddling, but isn’t against it either. Definitely wouldn’t say no to you. The important thing to mention is that Thor thinks cuddling is a good introduction to sex.

He prefers to lie on his back and have you on his chest. Considering how big Thor is, you'll feel so small when his arms wrap around you. He likes to touch your thighs and buttocks and kiss your forehead, so if you decide to return the favour and caress his face or muscular chest… you definitely won't fall asleep quickly.

Buddha

That guy is such a mess.

He will elbow and knee you in his sleep. I don’t think rolling him over would give you any good result. He is a heavy sleeper, so he'll probably return to his previous position in a moment.

Maybe he'll calm down a bit if you kick him. But please, play dumb when he wakes up in the morning and ask you where he got that bruise.

Apart from the disadvantages of sleeping with him, Buddha is really cute when it comes to cuddling. He treats you like his personal pillow, wrapping his legs and arms around you, resting his head on your shoulder.

You have to feed him in that position.

Loki

Sleeping with Loki is like sleeping with dozen cats.

Once you announce you’re tired and close your eyes, Loki’s intrusive thoughts will win. He will blow in your face and when you shout at him he will pretend to sleep.

Go on, roll over. How naive of you… Loki will start pinching your ass. Or steal a blanket just for himself. Or tickle you. Anything to keep you awake.

Yes, at this point you know that shouting at him only encourages him. You have to tire him out. And at this time of day, there's only one thing you can do to achieve it. Have fun.

Hades

How comfortable his muscular arms are around you…

Hades just gives these big protection vibes, so there’s no way he wouldn’t be a big spoon. He wants to hold you close, bury his nose in your hair and gives you few kisses here and there.

He can't sleep alone anymore since you two shared a bed together. Your company makes huge difference to him. He likes talk to you before sleep, whispers sweet things in your ear or tells you stories.

It happens that our king talks in his sleep. Of course, in the morning he denies everything because he knows he doesn't do it.

[teyums]

a/n: cats are so funny because they genuinely think they’re doing something nice for you when they drop a mouse at your feet as an offering and it’s actually the opposite. i was watching my cat play with her little toy and it just brought the terrifying memory back to me bc WHY WOULD YOU THINK I WANT THIS? As soon as the idea came i wrote it, Neteyam just seems like the type LMAOO 😭

neteyam x human!reader

It takes Neteyam quite a while to understand the difference between Na’vi women and human women, especially the difference in what you do and don’t like. But you can’t blame him, you don’t look like his kind, you don’t smell like his kind, hell, you don’t even dress like them.

The Na’vi’s behavior very closely resembles that of a house cat on earth— you’ve noted after studying how Neteyam’s emotions portray themselves through his expressive tail, how his ears dip when he’s angry or perk up when he’s excited, or how he purrs when you finally agree to sitting in his lap instead of your chair while you finish up your work for the day. With the innate behavior of the two creatures mirroring each other almost completely, it’s no surprise that this also heavily factors into what they deem as ‘gifts’ for their favorite human.

Just as housecats will fetch their humans dead animals or rodents as an offering to them, the Na’vi way isn’t too far from that. You hated so much as looking at dead animals, let alone being near them, but when your childhood cat, Loki, used to bring field mice into the home and drop them at the foot of your bed, at least it was small enough for you to scoop into a grocery bag with pinched eyes and a hand over your nose while you fought back the tears of sheer terror.

Most of Neteyam’s catlike nature rendered adorable to you, and while you were more than willing to learn more about the ways of his people, this new custom he’d introduced you to had your heart dropping out of your ass like a brick and your soul exiting your body as if you could do without it. It’s when he shows up to the lab, a dead boar strung over his back with the biggest, toothiest smile you’ve ever seen spread on his lips until a bloodcurdling scream wipes it clean off his expression.

“Oh my God, ‘Teyam, get it away, get it away!” You shrill, so startled you almost tumble out of your desk chair, the hairs on your neck standing straight up as you divert your attention from the animal that’s almost the size of your body, a panicked hand splayed over your rumbling chest and the other extended out, palm towards him.

“What? You don’t like it? Should I have gone with a hexapede (deer) instead?” His brows gather in the center of his forehead when he steps closer and you immediately yelp and scoot back, the metal wheels of your chair screeching against the smooth tile with the effort of your retreat. He’s wholeheartedly confused, because any woman of his kind would find such a gesture as this one beyond thoughtful, and even romantic. Catching one of these things isn’t easy, and a clean kill with an arrow through the heart as to not rupture or damage the meat of the animal is even harder.

“I even skinned it for you!” He urges with a pout.

Your involuntary squeal interrupts his attempt to convince you as you fan your face with your hands, but it seems as if he’s still having trouble understanding.

“Perhaps I should have roasted it as well…” He ponders to himself with a hand pinching his chin, deep in contemplation while he keeps his catch over his shoulder and his eyes cast toward the wall, completely missing the way your trembling hands scramble over your desk for something to launch at him.

“GET IT OUT!”

He winces at the pitch of your shriek, astounded by how that loud of a sound could come out of such a tiny being. His brows raise before he quickly ducks to dodge the one-subject notebook that flaps past his head in a blur of fluttering paper, and he hurriedly obliges your wishes with a few steps back and a rushed ‘okay, okay!’.

Likes + Comments + Reblogs are much appreciated 💗

©teyums 2023

[sserpente]

A/N: I’ve been meaning to write this for so long. If you’re in the mood for some angst, you’re in the right place!

Words: 1743 Warnings: angst, poisoning

You didn’t know what hurt more. Was it the fact that the man—god—you had fallen for was on the brink of death, taking his last breaths? Or was it the very circumstance that no one but you cared?

Tony Stark had been very clear about it. He tolerated Loki only per Thor’s humble request. The God of Thunder himself was less than pleased that the Trickster was to serve his sentence on Earth of all places. It was Odin’s magic that restricted him, keeping him from causing even more mayhem after the chaos he unleashed in New York City.

They were even less delighted about him joining their self-proclaimed superhero group on missions even though Thor himself claimed that Loki’s wit and skills could prove useful.

You had nothing to say in the matter of course. If anything, you were declared crazy because you had expressed your affinity for the God of Mischief and that included Loki himself.

You couldn’t help it. The way he smirked, the way he talked, the way he sat in the corner buried in a book—one of the very few instances you ever saw him relaxed, not to mention the occurrence with the cat… oh, the cat. A stray—black and white, young, purring and dancing around Loki’s feet, desperate for his attention. And when he’d bent down to pet it and even conjured some food for it, it was the last piece of evidence you had needed to conclude that this man was not evil. Misguided, betrayed, hurt? Yes, all of those things and more. But not evil.

It was the latter. The very circumstance that no one but you cared hurt more.

Thor had left for Asgard already, seeking the advice of their healers. It was ridiculous, truly. In a life-threatening emergency like this, how could his banishment still hold any weight? He needed help.

Your enemy had been thorough, researching each and everyone’s greatest weakness. And Loki’s had proved the most fatal. Whatever the extra-terrestrial had coated their weapon in before it fired its arrow at the God of Mischief, it prevented him from healing, had him break out in a sweat and slowly lose a battle against the poison now spreading in his body.

“Loki? Can you hear me? Please stay with me. You got to stay awake, alright?” He was on the sofa, with his head placed in your lap. You stroked his forehead in an attempt to soothe him. Blue eyes found yours and you were unsure whether he wanted to tell you to stay with him or let him die in peace. You’d been singing to him too. Trying to keep him in the present, in the now.

By the time Thor finally burst back into the room, Loki’s breathing had become dangerously shallow.

“Did you tell them about the symptoms? What did they say? What’s wrong with him? How are we gonna heal him?” The questions gushed out of you like a waterfall before he’d even set his hammer down.

Thor, however, grew silent for a moment. “There… Loki was poisoned. The rat knew what he was doing. The arrow was likely infused with blood from a Memphis of Muspelheim mixed with a deadly dose of mistletoe essence.”

You put one and one together immediately. “So… you’re saying this poison was specifically made to kill a Frost Giant?”

Thor looked down. “Yes.”

“Well, did you bring the antidote then?”

“There… there is no antidote. Not on Asgard. And I fear… there is no time to search the realms. The Jötuns have spent millennia destroying every last drop of this poison. There is hardly any antidote left.”

Your heart sank. No… no! You were not going to let Loki die!

“There has to be a way. Somewhere we can…” Your lips parted. “There is somebody. Someone who has everything. You mentioned him before, you said you brought the Aether to him!”

“The Collector?”

“He has it. He must have it.”

“What, and you think he will give it to you without anything in return?” Tony said.

“I didn’t say that. I’m sure we can offer him something in return to make it worth his while.” You turned back to Thor. “Heimdall can take us there. Please, Thor. This might be our only chance.”

Perhaps you should have been surprised that the God of Thunder relented. There was no doubt he too wanted his brother to survive. The entire time you’d been preparing to leave, Thor was brooding and lost in thought. He wasn’t one for big words—but he cared and for the moment, that was good enough for you.

The Collector’s place was dimly lit, eerily quiet and… it smelled awful. You took a deep breath regardless and gave a nod to Thor to venture forth.

“An Asgardian. And… a human?” The Collector tilted his head when you stepped into view. “What an… honour. What brings you to my humble domain?”

“We need your help. We’re looking for something rare. Thor’s brother Loki is Jötun and he’s been shot with an arrow drenched in a rare poison.”

“Hmm… yes, I’m familiar.”

“There is no antidote. If… if anyone has any left, it must be you.”

“So it must be… I do indeed have this antidote you speak of.” Your face lit up but judging by the Collector’s body language—a smug and repulsive expression, truly—he was not going to give it up easily.

“Surely, your Asgardian friend has told you of how the Jötuns have ensured every last drop of this poison gets destroyed. There was a need for an antidote no longer. The bottle that I have in my collection is… an antique, almost.”

“Fine,” you spat. “What do you want in return?”

“You see… I’ve never had a human in my collection.”

Your eyes widened, lips parting to respond.

“No!” Thor roared.

“Then I am afraid we have reached a dead end.”

“She’s not an object to be collected, she’s a person!”

“Thor!” Gnashing your teeth, you turned to him and took a deep breath. “It’s fine. Just take the antidote to Loki, alright?”

“No. There has to be another way.”

“Take the damn antidote to him, Thor!”

“I cannot let you do this.”

“You can and you will. He’s your brother, Thor! And I’m…” I’m in love with him. Heavens, was that stupid? Loki didn’t even know. It was absurd, wasn’t it? To sacrifice your own life in this way to see the God of Mischief live another day?

Yes. It was. But it… it felt like the right thing to do. Loki deserved another shot. A chance to redeem himself, to show the world that he was more than he let on. And a chance to have the damn world apologise to him, too.

“Tell him… tell him to live his best life, okay? Tell him… tell him not to be too harsh on himself. To… to love himself.”

“To love himself?” Thor frowned.

“Shut up and listen. Loki hates himself, don’t you see that? He hates what he is, he hates what he’s become. He hates himself. And you all played a part in that.”

“Why would you do this… for him?”

Your lips parted. “Tell him… tell him I fell for him.” There. You’d said it. But it didn’t matter anymore whether he’d reject you, right? You’d be here, wherever here was and Loki would be back on Earth, recovering. You’d never have to face his reaction after your confession and yet, he could live with the knowledge that he was not, in fact, so terrible, that no one could love him beyond a family bond like the one he shared with Thor.

“I… fine. I will. Mark my words, I will come back for you,” he added quietly.

You nodded. Was there hope? Possibly. Possibly not. But you did not doubt for a second that your sacrifice was worth it.

You didn’t know how many days had gone by since Thor’s departure. One? Three? Ten? There was no sunlight in this place, no clocks. One of the Collector’s lackeys made sure to feed you regularly at least, other than that… you were on your own, caged in a pretty glass box until he figured out what to do with you. Unless of course… he was just going to keep you on display like this like the maniac he was.

If you didn’t know better, you would have asked him for a book. Surely he had some in his collection. It was boredom and solitude that would drive you mad sooner or later, that much you were sure of.

Every sound nearby became more interesting than the next. The cracking of the metal tiles, the flapping of wings of the caged bird opposite your own stupid box, the ruffling of clothing whenever you moved… a massive explosion forcing everything in its vicinity several feet into the air. Wait, what?

Your eyes widened and you stood. Were you under attack? Oh heavens, no, you didn’t want to be killed inside of a glass box! Would there be another explosion? What if the cage broke and you bled to death because of the shards piercing your body?

Chaos erupted, yet the Collector was nowhere to be seen. A scream escaped your lips when with a start, a figure appeared right before your cage, remnants of green shimmering light enveloping them whole. It took you a moment to realise that it was Loki.

“My… that is quite the predicament you have landed yourself in, pet.”

“I… w-what? Loki… you’re alive, you’re fine. What are you doing here?” Unable to process what was happening, you inched back when the God of Mischief broke the lock and opened the cage for you to climb out. Electricity rippled through you when he took your hand in his.

“Rescuing you, of course.” His sly smirk had you gasping for air as you leaned against him. Your knees and legs hurt from having to sit for so long.

“Thor told me what you did.”

“Did he also tell you…”

Loki nodded. Without another word, he leaned forward and stole a chaste kiss, leaving you breathless and wanting more.

“Come. The others are waiting on the ship. And then, my dear, I shall show you the proper Asgardian way of courting a woman.”

You smiled, relief flooding your entire body as he picked you up and carried you home.

[mischiefmaker615]

Now You See Me

Summary: Apparently you find out your enemy is far better at.. manipulating the shadows 

Rating: *DARK* R 

Requester: @feelmysteel (wattpad)

‘’you think this will fucking hold me?’’ you snarl as you look upon your wrists, not necessarily seeing anything there other than a dark shadow on each. The feeling was cold, ghost like.. almost like when you stilled your hand in water until you moved to realize it was there.

You knew what this was, and you knew it well. Which is why they sent Loki himself to try to capture you. you both have been enemies from the start- almost a playful yet twisted relationship on how you both would flirt but then strike the next second one’s guard was down. a cat and mouse game you both took turns swapping in. by now, you almost could predict each other- until he got the upper hand this time against your power to manipulate the shadows.

‘’darling, I think you and I both know it’s not that simple.’’ Loki smirked, appearing out of the darkness as the spark in his eye made the shadows grip your wrists tighter to keep you still against the brick he had finally managed to corner you at. It was quiet, secluded and dark. An environment that could be used to both of your advantage if one of you wasn’t careful.

Your body tensed as you inhaled, trying to concentrate on drawing your own shadow powers for aid if the grip on your wrists wasn’t so distracting. It wasn’t until Loki held up a piece of cloth between both his long fingers that made you still for once, your eyes widened at the realization that he might have best you.

“countless times you’ve slipped through my fingers darling, countless times of reporting empty handed..’’ Loki said with a hushed tone, rubbing the piece of fabric between his fingers as he stalked forward, his fancy, undercover suit not even messed up from the chase. ‘’but tonight I have you.. and you won’t be escaping me again..’’

‘’you think you’re so powerful?? you’re just predictable-‘’ your words were cut short as Loki flicked his wrist, a flash of green sending the piece of fabric shooting through the air as it wrapped itself around your head, covering your eyes as you yelped in freight at the sudden action.

‘’predicable? How could I be predictable when you can’t even see what I’m doing?’’ he smirked as your heart rate picked up and your body tensed at being able to see absolutely nothing.

As your lips parted to speak, you felt his cold finger tips ghost your collarbone, gliding up slowly up your neck before you feel him rest his palm and fingers around your throat in a threatening grip.

‘’okay- okay you win..’’ you stutter as you swallow your pride as your arms try again to pull from the shadow restraints. ‘’take me to this TVA or whatever-‘’

‘’I plan to darling, indeed I do’’ he smirked, his eyes drinking you in with the advantage of you not being able to see or stop him. not that that’s stopped him before as his other hand slowly rose to rest against your hip. ‘’but we’ve been at this for a long time love, do you really feel like I’d hand you over so quickly? After all the work I’ve been put through, don’t I deserve.. a little something?’’

He sounded like he was almost talking to himself as his grip tightened ever so slightly, making you tilt your chin up as if it would help evade his grasp. ‘’with all your hard work- you’d probably get a raise or whatever.. -you.. you don’t need to do this-‘’ you whisper but something tells you, he’s not going to kill you.

‘’after all this time, after everything we’ve been through, I’ve always wondered something..’’ Loki spoke out loud as his hand removed itself from your throat to rest at your other hip, his thumbs rubbing against your jeans as you tried pressing yourself more into the building to evade him.

‘’I’ve always wondered.. on how you would taste..’’ he whispered, his lips ghosting your ear before you could feel the tip of his tongue stroke the shell of your ear, causing you to shiver.

‘’you wouldn’t fucking dare- mmph!’’ a cold sensation, almost feeling like a breeze brushed against your lips, pressing firmly to prevent you from opening your mouth to speak as your eyes widened behind the cloth. Another shadow has opted to cover your mouth.

‘’you’ve been nothing but trouble darling, we’ve both been at it countless times.. We’re similar, you and i.. predictable as you say? To each other’’ he smirked as his hands began stroking your covered hips before your body tensed to feel him beginning to grind his bulge against your center-

And by the gods he was packing..

‘’so perhaps this could be a way to draw a truce? A way where we both can just finally.. relax’’ his voice got dangerously low as his lips left slow, open mouth kisses behind your ear and slowly down your neck as you began struggling again with a string of cuss words being muffled out.

‘’and that’s exactly what I plan on getting you to do.. relax’’ he seemed to hush, almost as if lulling you into submission as you just began exhausting yourself with your struggles.

You even tried shaking your head, thrashing as the shadows held their cold and airy hold against you. how could you have let your guard down.. you were powerful, you knew how to manipulate and fight shadows for gods sakes! ..how long have you two been at it where he’s studied this much to finally have the upper hand! On the other, he was taking full advantage of the situation and you hated it.. you hated how you began feeling aroused.. even as you felt his hand leave your hip a moment just to be found opening the button of your jeans. Your body tensed and jerked.

‘’ah ah darling, I wouldn’t move to much or you’ll only stir me on to be relentless and cruel.. as you have’’ he smirked, flinching as you felt a nip at your collarbone and sensed his body moving elsewhere.

His body was so close to yours, you could almost feel his body heat traveling- sensing how he was now lowering himself to his knees before you with his hands firmly against your thighs to prevent you from kicking out.

‘’I promise I’ll be nothing but gentle.. if just tonight, you’ll be a good girl..’’ he whispered, his lips murmuring against your skin above your underwear, feeling his fingers glide up to grip your pants before pulling them down to stop above your knees. Probably to make kicking difficult compared to if he would have removed them completely. Clever bastard.

Your body tensed and shook, exhaustion overtaking you as you tried focusing on just breathing, searching through the dark but every bit of his touch would have you snapping out of your thoughts before you could even register an idea of escape.

‘’please.. don’t do this…’’ you begged, your words muffled but you were sure he could understand you in some way as his body disappeared from yours.

Not knowing where he was almost seemed to scare you more as your body tensed and began fighting again, your head shaking to try to rid of the damn blindfold before you felt a snap and the cold air of the night- finding your panties yanked off.

‘’that is the first time I’ve ever had you begging darling, I am well aware that it won’t be the last’’ he chuckled and you shiver as you felt his warm breath against your cunt, making you tense and try to thrash again as his hands planted themselves against your thighs, practically pinning them to the wall to immobilize you further. ‘’it just very much turns me on..’’ he seemed to growl before you felt the cold tip of his tongue run slowly against your cunt.

A gasp left your mouth, whether it could be heard or not as your body stiffened, almost as if you were paralyzed with your heart racing. This wasn’t happening was it?.. this was wrong.. so so wrong.. he’s your enemy! One whom you’ve fought with for years! Yet in some twisted, sick way, you found your head falling back against the wall, fists clenching as your eyes fluttered.

‘’you taste divine my darling.. more than I could have ever imagined..’’ he breathed, his thumbs stroking your bare skin as you felt his mouth dive back in as he ran his tongue against your clit.

You held back a moan, using every ounce of your remaining energy to try to at least pretend like you weren’t enjoying it but you both seemed to know that was a lie. Loki’s finger tips lightly ran up your thighs, your hips before finding their way down and behind you where he began kneading your ass, causing him to moan.

His moan was as if he had discovered pure ecstasy, causing a vibration right through you as you shivered and arched your back.

‘’gods Y/N.. you’ve got an angel’s as..’’ his eyes flicked up to you with a dangerous smirk, regardless if you could see him or not. ‘’yet demon’s eyes.. how could you be so cruel all these years.. teasing me so with all you’re perfection.. surely you must me the devil..’’ he whispered, his eyes darkening in that moment before his eyes were blown with pure lust and his body strained to hold his control.

Loki tilted his head ever so slightly as he used the tip of his tongue to tease your entrance, studying your body’s reactions before he decided to let loose just a little bit of his composure and plunged his tongue right into you with thorough thrusts.

You jolted as you squirmed and let out a moan finally, ashamed but the pleasure that built inside you made sure to forget about what was wrong or right in that moment. By the gods he was incredible and took his time, slowly building up your pleasure as if he had all the time in the world. his nails gently ran against your skin every now and again, increasing his force once and awhile as you could tell he was actually holding himself back for your sake.. why? He left little room for questions, feeling him grip your ass again and it would cause him to send another moan right through your cunt.

Dare you say if you weren’t restrained, you would have had your fingers fly into his gorgeous locks and hold on for dear life as your eyes closed and felt the tight knot forming in your pelvis and stomach. He ran his tongue up again and began suckling at your clit, stroking it with his tongue every now and again before your pussy began to clench against nothing. As if sensing it, he would run his tongue back down and plunge it into your core, earning moans and gasps before you began to feel your pleasure right at that edge.

‘’you’re going to cum for me Y/N, right now.. right on my tongue..’’ Loki breathed, almost sounding as if he were the one begging for it, the thought almost sending you off the glorious edge itself right then and there.

Your breath caught and your back arched before you felt his two fingers slowly slide into your cunt up to his knuckles while his tongue stroked your clit. That did it, and just as your orgasm began, light flooded into sight as the blindfold vanished and your eyes squeezed shut while your orgasm crashed.

‘’f-fuck!..’’ you cursed, pleasure consuming your body as you shook, realizing you could speak and see again as you squirmed and withered against his mouth, the only thing that mattered right now. You felt his long digits pumped into you, slowing down as he helped you ride it out while you twitched and gasped. Your eyes fluttered, dropping down to take in the sight before you-

Loki on his knees, his mouth attached to your cunt with pleasure drunk eyes while his hands wrapped around your thighs to push your ass forward so your cunt pressed more into his mouth. It was pure ecstasy and held your breath as you took him in at how beautiful he was right then and just as your pleasure was slowly ending, his eyes flicked up into yours.

It was almost like electricity striking your body at his gaze and you couldn’t help but hold it while your gasped for breath. He smirked as he slowly pulled away, sucking at his fingers as he rose to his full height before bending down slightly. His chin almost rested at your shoulder as you stayed frozen, feeling him grip your jeans and pulling them back up before returning to his full height again with a smug look in his eyes.

‘’glorious darling, and I do plan on tasting more..’’ he threatened and caught you in his arms as the shadows vanished from your wrists and had you drop forward.

Your arms ached, your body did as your cheeks reddened and you pushed against him to lean back at the wall, your body turning a little defensively as you tried to search for words, fumbling while he chuckled and took a few steps back.

‘’how about this darling, I’ll give you a 5 minute head start.’’ He smirked and his eyes flicked over your body again before returning to your eyes.

‘’make that 2...’’ 

Tag List: @foxherder  @asgards-princess-of-mischief  @fire-in-her-veinz

[foldingfittedsheets]

When Korben was a kitten and I’d had him around a week he jumped up onto my keyboard. I scooped him up and set him back on the ground because kitties who walk on keyboards don’t get desk privileges.

When I looked at the screen he’d perfectly typed “loki”. I know those letters are all right next to each other but it still seemed portentous as fuck.

I looked down at him and said, “I will call you Loki over my dead body, you’re Korben and you’ll like it.” He’s been the most troublesome and mischievous cat I’ve ever owned but I refuse to cave to omens.

[ashdreams2023]

hey can I request some soulmate headcanons for loki pls? Im such a sucker for soulmate au’s lol

Babe me too!

Loki soulmate headcaons

Loki thought he had no soulmate, it took centuries, even though Thor assured multiple times that it’s not the end of the world

He was just secretly scared of being alone

But when he first saw you it was like a being struck by lightning and not Thor’s painful one

It felt like his body was weak and full of life for the first time ever

He makes it his mission to get you

Thor has never seen his brother so pumped up about someone like this before

Expect all his attention to be on you and follow you around like a stray cat

Let’s be real he is a stray cat, give him enough head scratches and food and he’s all yours

Would admire every single detail about you, like he would touched your hands brushes his lips over them and look at how delicate they are

Being near you makes him so calm he always ends up sleeping if you two cuddle

You always feel safe when he’s around, your anxiety decreases with his presences

It’s almost insane how much sleep he could get now and not feel restless afterwards

Sees you as nothing but perfect because the heavens know being his soulmate isn’t easy

"Will you forgive me my love?" "You’re lucky you’re cute"

Who dares says you’re not perfect, you’re his and he is yours, people should know their place when talking about you!

Always touching you in some sort of way because he feels a weird buzz when you’re not in eyesight

If you give him a kiss he will want more, it’s a losing battle so heads up

Places tons of protection charms and becomes really worried when he doesn’t know where you are

Sometimes he buys you random things to make you all giddy just because he can

Will buy you like one of those promise rings but expect something fancy

"You don’t have to do all of this you know"

"But I do, you’re my soulmate and handpicked for me, I shall treasure you as much as I see fit"

[prinzrupprecht]

Hi, can I request for Thor from record of Ragnarok being protective of his wife? I've always seen him as a protective type of guy for his lover.

Invasion on Asgard

Sorry took a while to write this! Had to make him a banner and try to not mess up his personality.

Synopsis: Nobody had expected it. A huge army of giants from Jötunheim attacked Asgard with full force. You were ready to die protecting your home, but Thor wouldn’t let that happen.

TW: none—?

WC: 904

You had just left the castle for some fresh air and to explore the lower parts of Asgard alone. Normally you never left the castle. However, Forsetti had tried to stop you from leaving which left you confused but you didn’t listen to him. Did you really need permission? Thor wasn’t anywhere and he would hesitantly let you have your own space if you wanted to be alone, the same with him. He liked his personal space but he never said no to you if you wanted to be by his side. However, today was odd because you had no idea where he was. This wasn’t new to you, he always disappeared for long periods of the day. Being the wife of Thor meant other duties within the castle and getting pestered around the castle by Forsetti or other servants. You rarely saw Loki or Odin which was a good thing.

You wanted to get out after hours of being cooped up in the castle bored and the cats that hung around the room didn’t help much. Thor normally always told you it was better if you’d stay in the castle where it’s safe. He was always quiet and didn't mind ramblings, yet your presence seemed to calm every ounce of his heart and mind.

Your marriage was arranged and neither of you could tolerate each other in the beginning but slowly you both grew attached over time. You were quite the tsundere in the beginning throwing tantrums when things didn’t go your way. He admired how you were hard to control and was the quiet one in the marriage. When a few guards had tried to harm you and that was when he snapped and killed them.

As you were looking at some of the stores and the people walking by you, Asgard was truly a beautiful place outside of the castle. Many people didn’t recognize you as the wife of the strongest Norse god which was a good thing. Thor was known as the strongest warrior and god in Asgard.

Just as you were observing the townsfolk some people began to shout and scream. You looked up and saw maybe almost an army of a hundred of them launching an offensive attack on the capital of Asgard. You had stood in place not knowing if you should turn back or use your magic on them. You were just an ordinary sorcery goddess from a noble family. You had thought of the many times Thor told you to stay out of these situations. This wasn’t the first Asgard has been attacked but this army was much larger than any from the past. You left your staff back at the castle but this didn’t warrant you as useless yet.

Many buildings were being destroyed and this was unlike Thor to not be anywhere in sight. Smoke was filling the area from the city being trampled. You would most likely be outmatched by them. Many of the civilians were being killed and this was causing you to panic on the inside. Did you want to be killed like them? You kept wondering where Thor was and you felt stubborn needing him at this time.

You tried to push your way back, maybe you could grab your staff— but as you were leaving the area you were picked up by one of the giants. You were screaming and demanding to be put down.

It was no use, you began to panic and kept screaming. “Put her down!” You heard his voice shout making your heart beat harder in your chest. You rarely hear him yell or lose his self-control. The giant was stained in an instant and you found yourself falling and thought you were gonna hit the ground but the impact didn’t come. Your body crashed into his to make sure you took less fall damage. His arm wrapped around your back while the other held his hammer.

“Where the hell were you?!” You were pissed and puffing your cheeks out while tears were brimming at the corners of your eyes. You knew Thor was angry that you left the castle because of attacks like this could’ve happened anytime and no guard was with you. It angered him further but he calmed himself letting you down. He wanted to cut the rest of the giants but he needed to keep you safe first.

“Don’t ignore me!” You were being pulled into him and before you knew it, Thor had teleported you both back to the castle.

“Stay here, I’ll be back once I eliminate them.” He stopped himself before leaving. He saw how sad you were. He was itching to kill them all but he pulled your face to his and you were inches away from kissing him.

“I’ll make sure none of them would touch you again." He pressed his lips against yours as if this would be the last you’d see him. It was for a brief moment that you could understand his itch for a worthy fight. Many were risking their lives to save Asgard from falling to ruins. Thor held you close before pulling away to savour his thirst for blood from the giants running rampage.

“Make sure you come back,” you whispered while still being stubborn. This was a trait he liked about you. He smiled and didn’t respond before leaving the castle and you in the dark cold place.

[yetanotherhiddlestoner]

Working for the TVA meant you met a lot of cocky arrogant know it all variants but when it came to this Loki he was the worse. Both you and B-15 were taking bets on who got to prune him first, so far, she was winning.

Loki stood like a good boy next to the so-called Hunter b-15 as she drabbled on about something with Mobius, Loki's attention was focused elsewhere, that elsewhere was you. He notes the way the amour molded to your body perfectly. It shaped you hips, ass and breasts greatly. He also noted you were one of the few that refused to wear that ridiculous helmet and he was glad, he loved watching your hair fly round freely when you were kicking ass, or the way it flowed when you were storming up to him to give your two cents.

He always found a way to piss you off just so he had a reason to talk to you, he craved the attention you bestowed upon him even in the short bursts, he remembered every single one.

You glance over to the Trickster God and notice him staring. You roll your eyes, not again. You saw the way the shadows made his face look perfectly evil and you couldn't not help but feel your body react in a way that would end with you getting pruned if anyone found out.

The glance didn't go unnoticed by Loki, he smirked when his eyes locked with yours for the quickest second and darted away. Shortly after the group departed, Hunter went with Mobius, leaving you Loki alone in the room. Without saying anything you turn your heel and leave, but you hear him follow you. " Am I that bad you must leave my presence immediately? Or is there another reason, say you can't be trusted around me by yourself." You chuckle at him, and turn quickly, forcing him to stop and you to go straight into his chest. His arms wrapped around you, and it felt like bliss for a second, but you quickly tried pushing yourself out of his grip, his arms tighten. Loki looks down at you, eyes locking, he can feel your heart beating faster, he notes you are softer than all he imagined. Your body fits his perfectly. You try to speak but the words are struggling to come out. You don't want to admit it, but it feels so nice to have him wrapped around you. "Cat got your tongue Y/N?" His voice husky with need. "No?" He starts moving your bodies into a dark hidden corner of the TVA hallway. Loki moves his face closer to your, " I think you like this don't you Y/N. I can read you like one of Mobius's magazines, you want me just as much I want you. " You threw caution to the wind and wrapped your arms around his neck, making him come closer and kissed him. He just admitted the feelings were mutual. You feel him deepen the kiss, tongues clashing, he started grinding his length into you. You moan at the sensation, very soon you both are heavily breathing with want and need. Neither of you notice the figure behind the wall. Hunter B-15 peeks around the corner and smiles, gives two big thumbs up to Mobius and walks away.

[starieq]

Are you going to finish loving her seems tiring???

“Lovin her seems tiring..” Part 5! a/n; sorry I haven’t been making part five! Haven’t been feeling motivated, but I know that’s no excuse. Also tysm for 165 followers??? Please forgive me and enjoy 😊! -Arianna 

Taggies/ warnings; Pro!HeroKats, cheating, fingering, creampie, blowjob, ridding, cumming, squirting, swearing, mention of sex toys, dirty talk, titty fuck, drinking, drunk messaging, dry humping.

Oh here we go again, It’s the next morning where you have to wake up to the morning sun. Though, you wish he was next to you in bed. Morning sun on his shirt less pecs and abs. His perfect dirty blonde hair over his eyes while he sleeps. God, he was really a fucking goddess. You still wonder if he feels the same. 

Now waking up sucks when you know Katsuki Bakugo isn’t by your side, holding you close to his chest. You really can imagine, huh. You roll out of bed, and do a little stretch. You grab your phone off the charger seeing the time is 7:21AM. You walk to the bathroom with your messy hair. You bend down the splash some water on your face to get yourself going. 

You pull out your phone to see a bunch of messages from your brother. You slide to see the messages to see your cute cat Loki. He had an apple under his chin while holding it with his little tiny paws. 

“Awww. My little kitty is so adorable!” You quickly send an heart emoji as well with an apple. You didn’t think twice but send it to Bakugo. Why? You honestly don’t know maybe he’ll find it cute? He never liked your cat, and Loki sure didn’t like him either. Every time it’s bring your pet to work day, Bakugo will try to give Loki some treats, but Loki just hides in your chest. You find Bakugos face really cute when he gets offended by Loki. 

As soon as you put your phone down, a “ding!” comes out your phone. You turn it over to the screen to see Bakugo has messaged. 

:Dynamight🧡💥: fuckin cat is cute n’ all, but he’s also a fuckin menace. 

You giggle at his message, and type back a silly message too.

:y/n: Nuh uh! You’re just jealous he doesn’t like you are your treats for him. 🙂‍↕️

He almost replies instantly with, 

:Dynamight🧡💥: no, he’s just fuckin bratty cat, just like you sweetheart. 

Sweetheart.

Sweetheart.

Sweetheart.

You swear he’s going to be the death of you. You feel yourself blush at the message. sweetheart. His text keeps repeating in your head.

:Dynamight🧡💥: what happen love? Did ya die or something? Need your strong pro hero to come and save your tiny self? 

Katsuki Bakugo you fucking-

:y/n: no thanks love, I can handle myself <3

He can’t be serious right now. You cant be serious right now! He has a fucking girlfriend! What are you thinking? Love? Well, it’s fair since he called you sweetheart and love too.. but it feels wrong, but right at the same time? Kira was a fucking brat. You could do way better than her. Treat him better, love him better. Do everything better.

Fuck you want him to be yours. 

I bet loving her seems tiring.. 

Katsuki’s POV!;

I just masturbated for her, and now I have to wake up with her not in my fucking arms? Fuck this. 

I wake up at 5:30 to go to the gym. Heard there was one here, so I figured there wasn’t going to be anyone there this early in the morning. I get into my gym clothes and walk by her door. 

“She’s probably sleepin Katsuki. Leave her the fuck alone and don’t knock.”he mutters to himself walking away. He really did love you. But his girlfriend is in the fucking way of his only love at this moment to forever. 

He gets to the gym and starts his workout. He loves thinking about you, and what you’d look like under him. But he also loves thinking about making you his cute little housewife. Thinking about you waking around the house pregnant with his baby. You making dinner for him after a long day at work. Running a warm bath and you joining him. Seeing your cute body and his big bulky body hovering in front of you. His big hands around your cute waist. Fuck he loved you a lot.

After his workout was done, (7:20AM) we wipes the sweat off his forehead when he gets a message. He looking at the screen noticing your name. 

:y/n: Lookie at Loki! Isn’t he just the cutest Katsuki? 

“Not as cute as you.” He almost types, but says out loud.

:Katsuki: fuckin cat is cute n’ all, but he’s also a fuckin menace. 

“Hidin in my girls chest when I’m right in front of him.” He mutters to himself. 

:y/n: Nuh uh! You’re just jealous he doesn’t like you or your treats for him. 🙂‍↕️

“He’s fucking lucky I even offer him my homemade cat treats. Bratty ass cat.” He types so fast he can hear the phone tap with him.

:Katsuki:  no, he’s just fuckin bratty cat, just like you sweetheart. 

“Sweetheart. Fuck now she’s not responding. “ little does he know you’re a fucking blushing mess at the other end.

:katsuki: what happen love? Did ya die or something? Need your strong pro hero to come and save your tiny self? 

“Fuck, now I’m fuckin flirting with her.” He waits for your response tapping his phone screen.

:y/n: no thanks love, I can handle myself <3

Love. Fuck that was cute. Now he’s a blushing ass mess. 

:Katsuki: if ya say so sweets.

You don’t respond after that, but you do heart the message. Maybe you do feel the same for him. He’s hoping and wishing oh a fucking star you love him like he loves you. 

Fuck, loving Kira is so tiring when he has you.. 

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[millerflintstone]

Some pictures of my darling girl 💜

Today has been long.

The waiting for it to be time was the worst. I cried so much and hurt and it was so hard to shove that away to not stress her out more. This cat pulled out her tail hair when I was stressed.

Unfriendly was concerned she'd be hungry and didn't want her to be hungry on top of everything, so he syringe fed her a little dinner last night and breakfast today. (🥹) She didn't really resist and did swallow her food.

She still had the ability to not wet herself. When I put her in her litter at 2 and the 4:30, she peed. She pooped a little last night but I had to hold her up.

This morning she did grip my finger with her left front paw a bit, but she was mostly checked out. I just got the tiniest flash of her.

When we got there, I realized I could have planned the cremation to be today and the clinic paperwork is what triggered that thought. The receptionist thought the place I had been using didn't offer viewing the cremation anymore but thankfully she was wrong. I was able to call them and give them the heads up to do a same-day cremation after the process was done.

The process was less alarming than Loki's but more than Diva's. Gigabyte possibly had nerve degeneration that was affecting her breathing and swallowing. The sedative made it so she had to open her mouth to breathe, which was not something I was expecting. Her muscle wasting probably affected her and being too sleepy probably strained her. She also had post-death exhalation that was new to me. Both Diva and Loki just looked like they just left peacefully.

They did a paw print and fur clip at her clinic and wrapped her and put her in a nice zipped body bag for us to take her. So surreal and yet also not. So we did.

The funeral director was the same man who also did both Diva and Loki's cremations. The viewing room has some seating. You can have a prayer read or not. She was laid on a table in front of us with some toys, covered with a blanket. He placed her in and I gave the nod for when it could start. You don't see anything .

I needed to see her placed. I needed to know she was starting her transformation from kitty to ashes. It sounds odd maybe, but that's what started with Loki and has continued. We picked her ashes up 3 hours later.

We wandered. Got breakfast. Got stuff at Lowe's and then picked her up.

And now she's home. There was other irrelevant stuff while we waited and after, but she's home.

[teyums]

ok ur last post made me think of this

can u do another human reader x neteyam where he meets her cat

this is so funny bc they would absolutely hate each other. it took my first cat two months to even tolerate her new sister when i first introduced them even though i let them sniff each other through a door for two weeks 🥲 it was terrible. it’s def impossible for a cat to make it through cryo to Pandora but let’s just imagine for a sec

neteyam x human!reader

“Just pet him for two seconds. He’s super sweet, I promise!” You assure a shifty Neteyam as his tail swishes behind him, his back leaned against the wall of your reserved section in the lab and his eyes glued to the moving ball of fur a few feet away from him.

“Why… Why does it look like that?” He mumbles with a slight squint of his eyes, the small grimace on his face indicating his displeasure as he watches your cat groom itself. He’s stood off to the side, arms folded across his chest, distanced demeanor matching his continuous refusal of getting any closer to the strange animal he’s never seen before.

Your jaw drops as you fake being offended and you lightly shove his arm, eyes rolling when you lean down to stroke your cat’s head, scratching under his chin and smiling when he purrs.

“What do you mean why does he look like that? You and him are basically cousins, the only difference is you don’t have fur and whiskers.”

A scoff sounds from above you almost instantly.

“Me and that thing are not cousins. I harbor way too much decorum to lick my ass and call it a bath.”

Since it’s clear Neteyam won’t move any closer, you gently pick Loki up and set him back down at Neteyam’s feet, so he can get a whiff of his scent. Your cat has always been friendly with others and loves attention, so your brows instantly furrow when you watch Loki’s ears pin back against his head, and as if he could understand what Neteyam had just said, his back arches, hair standing up off his body and he hisses up at the Na’vi male, followed by a loud, drawn out guttural meow you’ve never once heard him make at any of the scientists who he’s met. Neteyam’s eyes go wide and he immediately jumps to the side, tail standing straight behind him in alert.

“Loki!” You gasp, shocked at his unusual reaction.

“See, I told you he wouldn’t like me!” Neteyam gestures down at your fluffed up feline, only for his own ears to fall back against his braids when he mimics your cat’s behavior and hisses right back at the small creature, as if he couldn’t control himself.

“Don’t hiss at him!” You scold your 8-foot tall boyfriend, swatting at his leg while you’re crouched down to try and soothe an agitated Loki.

“He did it first!“

For a split second it’d completely slipped your mind that while Neteyam is an alien with very obvious feline attributes, introducing two cats to each other like this is pretty much always a recipe for disaster.

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©teyums 2023

[sarahscribbles]

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐨𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐟 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞. 𝐇𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝.

𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤: 𝐒𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟐.𝟓𝐤

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

You know you’ve danced with the devil before you even enter your bedroom.

The double doors to the room are shut, but Loki’s displeasure seems to permeate from within, making the air in the hallway feel heavy and sending your heart thundering within your chest. He hadn’t appreciated the little game of cat and mouse that you had initiated at Nat’s birthday party - something that was all too clear when he skulked from the room an hour ago - and now you’re left to wonder if you’ve sorely miscalculated by trying to play the God of Mischief at his own game.

You had only wished to provoke him into some angry sex against the nearest horizontal surface - and maybe again against a flat one for good measure - but now? Now, you’re running through a list of what might be waiting for you on the other side of the doors

Loki, afterall, has punished you for less - the thought of which sends a shiver down your spine and a pleasant tingle between your thighs. 

When you finally push open one side of the doors, you step into a room in shadow. The only light in the room comes from the twin lamps that adorn your separate bedside cabinets, but it’s enough to see Loki sat in the chair by the bottom of the bed. One long leg is crossed over the other and a book is lying open across his lap, though you know he isn’t reading it. He doesn’t look up at the sound of the door snapping closed in the latch, or at your footsteps on the wooden floors. 

Oh. 

His silence is unnerving and makes your stomach flip in excited trepidation. He knows exactly what he’s doing in dragging this out, knows exactly how to play with your mind as expertly as he plays with your body. His soul is bound to yours, and it’s one thing he’ll always use to his advantage. 

It’s only when you begin to noticeably fidget that he decides to speak. 

“I do hope you didn’t leave the party because of me, darling.” You hear his deep voice purr while attempting to unbuckle the strap of your heels. It doesn’t budge no matter what you do, and you’re suddenly very aware of the heavy weight of Loki’s gaze resting on you. “No. They stay on.”

A brief pulse of irritation surges through you. “Loki, it’s been hours. I need -,” you begin, but the sound of his book slamming closed silences you instantly. 

Oh shit.

“It has been hours,” he replies, his voice deadly but still smooth as silk. “Hours since I last saw you at the beginning of the celebrations. Now, why would that be?”

Your painted lips quirk in the beginning of a smile, but you’re quick to bite it back. “I was only playing the game that you’re always to eager to start, my prince,” you reply sweetly, making sure to flutter your eyelashes at him. 

Loki’s gaze doesn’t leave you, and the brat slowly awakening inside you refuses to back down. You raise an eyebrow and you swear you see the corner of his mouth twitch.

“I wasn’t in the mood for games, darling,” he says quietly. “I had an entire evening planned for you. One that would only end when your voice was hoarse.” 

That same tingle of anticipation, of promise, sizzles to life between your thighs again and sets your blood on fire. 

“Maybe if you had worn a different suit I might have been interested,” you reply breezily, not missing the slight narrowing of his eyes. 

“By all means, continue to be a brat, darling. You’re only succeeding in prolonging your punishment.” His voice wraps around soft as velvet, but with just enough of an edge that you know he means it. 

“Oh, no! What are you going to do, Loki? Fuck me into the mattress? Please, have mercy!” you tease him because you love nothing more than digging your own grave. 

Loki lifts the book from his lap - an elaborate hardcover that you bought him the previous Christmas - and lets it fall from his hands to the floor, the resounding thump echoing that of your own heartbeat.

“Over here. Now,” he says.

The commanding timbre of his voice lights a fire in your veins - he’s fully committed to being dominant tonight, but, unfortunately for him, you’re equally committed to being a brat. 

His eyes roam over you as you cross the room, taking in every inch - or lack of inches - on the little black dress you’re wearing. He doesn’t stop until his eyes reach your feet, still locked in your heels by his magic, and you swear you see the bastard smirk. 

Loki leans back in the chair, spreading his thighs obscenely wide while he rests one elbow on the armrest. The other is dangling loosely over the side as he appraises you like you’re a prized portrait he’s considering purchasing. 

It’s predatory and hungry, but it only makes your cunt throb. 

Elegant fingers toy with his lips as he continues to watch you, but they don’t hide the smirk that’s only grown across his handsome face. “I thought you had realised by now, darling,” he purrs, shifting his hips so you can see the faint bulge at the front of his trousers. “You don’t stand a chance of ever winning these little games.”

“Who said the game is over?” you reply, surprised at how sassy you’ve managed to sound. 

Loki’s eyes smoulder as he looks at you, a roaring flame of arousal and determination reflected back at you. The intoxicating feeling of seeing so clearly what you do to him is something you’ll never grow tired of. 

“Me,” he says simply.

It’s one word, one tiny word, but it squashes out any remaining push back that was in you. The game is over and you lost. 

You feel a sudden pressure at your back, enough to startle you before you realise he’s using his seidr to push you towards him. Each step is one that’s out of your control, and you hit his knees at the same time he reaches out to easily maneuver you across them, resting a strong arm across your upper back to hold you in place. 

“God of Overreacting much?” you huff quietly, something that earns you a firm smack to your ass. You’re still covered by the soft material of your dress, so it doesn’t hurt much, just enough to make you fall silent.

For now.

Loki’s cool fingers dance along your bare thigh, back and forth, back and forth, sending a pleasant tingle shooting through your lower stomach. His touch has the power to both ground you and excite you, it’s comforting and electrifying.

It’s Loki.

“Are you going to continue being a brat? Or are you going to take your punishment like a good girl?” he asks quietly.

Those sinful fingers are still ghosting over your skin in a silent threat, almost daring you to give a contrary answer. “I’ll be good,” you answer because, truthfully, what other choice do you have?

Loki releases a hum of approval. “Good girl,” he purrs, using one skilled hand to slide the hem of your dress over the swell of your ass. “Nothing underneath, darling? My, my, what were you hoping for this evening?” 

He’s given you the perfect opening, one that you can’t pass up even though you know you’ll regret it. Loki will make sure of that. “To see if what everyone says about Bucky’s metal arm is true,” you reply. 

You know you’ve waved a red flag to a bull, and it’s only confirmed when Loki’s hand comes down again in a decidedly harder smack. This time, it’s enough to make you hiss quietly in pain. 

“Continue to be a brat and you’ll have no release tonight. Understood?” His tone is firm, leaving no doubt that he will deny you if you push him any further.

With your orgasm potentially on the line, you’re quick to answer him. “Yes, Loki,” you reply obediently, submissively. 

Above you, all you can hear is the deep, steady sound of his breathing and the barely perceptible rustle of his clothing. The uncertainness is tantalisingly teasing, especially with how his hand is slowly caressing your ass in a wordless promise of what’s to come. 

It’s enough to have you clenching desperately around air. 

“How many, darling, hmm?” he asks finally, mischief dripping like honey from every syllable. 

It’s a cruel game he plays with you. If you guess too low, he’ll double your answer, but if you guess too high, he’ll call you his little masochist and follow through gladly. 

Because Loki can be a bastard when the mood strikes him. 

“Ten?” you answer slowly, feeling your heart thudding in your chest with anticipation. 

There’s a beat of silence after you speak, long enough that a cold fear begins to weave through you. You’ve guessed too low. You played it safe and any second you’re going to hear that velvet laugh of his before he mocks you.

Maybe, if he’s feeling particularly sadistic, he’ll make you beg for more. 

When he finally speaks, you release a quiet breath of relief. “Ten aside? I’m inclined to agree with you, dove,” he concedes. 

You bite your tongue. You hadn’t meant ten aside, but you know he’s being merciful, and you’re in no position to tease the dragon tonight. You swallow a whimper and brace for the force of his hand, but as the seconds keep ticking by, it still doesn’t come. He’s playing with you, making you wonder and wait, so that when his hand lands firm and fast against your ass, you can’t help the sharp shriek of shock that escapes you. 

“Count, darling,” Loki warns. “And remember to thank me.” 

You take a breath, steadying yourself now that the initial shock is waning. “One. Thank you, Loki.” 

Your ass stings in the aftermath, crying out for Loki’s cool soothing touch, but he refuses to give you it. Instead, his skilled fingers dip between your thighs to expertly tease your clit. 

“Good girl,” he praises you, all while you’re quietly moaning at how good his touch feels, even going so far as to try and spread your legs. Loki only chuckles. “I don’t think so, darling,” he teases and removes his hand. 

A mewl of discontent slips past your lips before you can stop it. “Please, Loki,” you plead, rocking your hips against his knees in a vain search for friction. 

He doesn’t answer nor entertain your plea, instead only brings his hand down sharply again. The sound of flesh hitting flesh seems to echo around the room, but it doesn’t mask the sound of your pained groan. 

“Two. Thank you, Loki,” you hastily find your voice. It hurts more than you thought it would, but you’re also wetter than you thought you would be. 

His little masochist indeed.

The next few are rained down so rapidly that you don’t get even a second to recover. They’re swift and so firm that you won’t be surprised if there’s an outline of Loki’s hand on your ass tomorrow morning. He isn’t going easy on you tonight, and it doesn’t take long until your ass is burning and the occasional tear is slipping down your cheeks.

He pauses after seven to let you catch your breath, blessedly caressing your skin to soothe the burn, though you know without a doubt he’s taking the time to admire his handiwork. The coolness of his touch feels so heavenly that you’re almost whining when it leaves to dip back between your thighs. 

“You’re doing so well, dove. I’m very proud of you,” he murmurs gently, teasing your clit until the first faint stirrings of an orgasm begin to lurch to life. “Only three more, but, I must warn you, they’ll be the most difficult.” 

Just like that, his fingers are gone, and you have to fight the overpowering urge to beg for him. As much as he enjoys it, you know he won’t waver tonight. You release a breath and nod, only partially hearing Loki’s “good girl” before his hand connects with your ass again. The force of it is enough to make you cry out and grit your teeth.

It also makes the ache between your thighs multiply tenfold. 

“Eight. Thank you, Loki,” you say shakily. It stings so bad, but you’re determined to see it out to the end. You’re determined to be his good girl. 

His hand leaves again, only to land with equal force on the same spot as before. Your ass has never hurt so badly. 

“Fuck!” You curl your hands into fists and groan. “Nine. Thank you, Loki.” 

You wait nervously for the final one. You know he’s going to make it the worst, the one that will likely leave a colourful bruise in its wake, and the anticipation has your stomach doing summersaults. 

But when that final smack comes, it’s barely more than a love tap to your ass. 

Your entire body deflates gratefully. “Ten. Thank you, Loki,” you finish. 

As quickly as it started, your punishment is over. The heavy weight of Loki’s arm is lifting from your upper back and he’s easily gathering you up and twisting you around so you’re straddling him. Without a word, he’s wiping the last of your tears away with the soft pads of his thumbs. 

“There’s my good girl,” he says softly, now cradling your face in his hands. “I’m so very proud of you, my darling.” 

His praise has a golden warmth bubble happily in your core. Your sore ass is entirely worth it if Loki calls you his good girl. 

“I’m sorry for avoiding you. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings, love,” you say quietly. You are sorry - you know how quickly Loki’s mind can feed him lies out of something innocent, and you never want to be the source of any of his hurt. 

He hushes you and, before you can draw breath, he’s pulling you into a kiss. It’s slow but hungry, soft but filled with all the raw desire for you that’s pulsating through his blood. You wrap yourself around him easily, twisting your hands into those silky curls and losing yourself to the taste of him. 

Your god, your Loki. 

His hands drift to cup your ass, and you can’t stop the grateful hum against his lips at that soothing coolness. It’s something that Loki doesn’t miss, and you feel him smile into your kiss. 

“Would you rather this? Or would you rather I reward you for your exemplary behaviour?” he teases, smirking wickedly at you as his hands continue running over your ass. 

You pretend to think. “What does this reward entail?” you ask coyly. 

“It entails you and I in that bed for the next few hours,” he says, leaning in to begin placing tiny kisses along the column of your neck.

You hum while his lips continue to travel along your neck and across your collarbone. “I’ll take it.”