#hmmmmmmmm it's not TOO obvious how bad i wanna talk about them right?????? right??

[sjweminem]

(that's part 4 of that longass nasty story I've been sending u, part 3 is still in your inbox I think! the point is: coochieverse supremacy)

you're right i didn't get around to publishing part 3 sooo here it is under the cut. coochieverse supremacy indeed ❤️

Anonymous asked:

just saw your tag about needing to put things in mobius' mouth...honestly part 3 is extremely serendipitous. enjoy 😌

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mobius sighs, a heavy sound of relief, as loki pushes into him. briefly, his eyes fall closed. loki takes in the sight of him with the kind of disbelief that goes hand-in-hand with a dream that's just too good to be true. he's still not entirely convinced it's /not/ a dream.

but when does a dream ever feel this good?

the first of loki's thrusts are slow, but as prez loki had so tastefully said moments before, mobius is well and truly warmed up. his body is tense below the other man, though not for any sort of discomfort or hesitation; his hands come to hold tightly to loki's arms, his thighs pulling loki insistently closer. wordlessly, he's telling loki this is good, yes, but he wants more.

loki is all too eager to please.

for a little while, it's as though the two of them are alone, like this entire scenario had unfolded in a way that made more sense for the two of them. they'd gotten a little drunk in mobius' living quarters, maybe, talking about the adventures in their individual pasts. loki had finally touched mobius in a way that said /we're friends, but if you look at me in just the right way, maybe i can lean in to kiss you./

or, perhaps, loki hadn't chased the variant through the time door during the hurricane. maybe he'd gone with mobius. maybe mobius had brought him back to the tva, cornered him, and pressed his beautiful, pouting mouth against the mouth of a god.

perhaps they'd met in another life. a beach resort on midgaard. a coastal town. somewhere people still meet by chance in sweet, romantic ways.

loki is thinking of this, of the many lives they might have lived in another world, another universe, as he presses his forehead to mobius', breathing with him, fucking him with an increasing urgency.

he's thinking of this when a familiar voice seems to pop the atmosphere like a balloon, letting the air out of this fantasy.

"do you see how he arches up, the deeper you go?"

prez loki's voice is a heavy purr, as usual, and the short laugh that follows is tinged less with cruelty than with his own brand of desire.

"you're hitting his spot. if you're not careful, you're going to wear him out before you've even started."

2012 loki sighs, doing his best to compartmentalize, to focus on mobius alone.

prez loki seems determined not to let that happen.

"did he know this at all, loki? how easily he could have had you, whenever he wanted? how wrapped around his finger you've always been?"

2012 loki doesn't respond, instead leaning down to bury his face in mobius' neck.

"I can't imagine he was keeping much of a secret from /you/...he practically threw himself at me the day I pulled him out of harm's way and into my lap. you don't think it's coincidence that, of all our variantsn here, of all different shapes and colours and faces, /i'm/ the one he needed?"

2012 loki should be annoyed. at any other time, he might welcome a taunting invitation to fight. to rise to the challenge prez loki seems to be putting forth.

instead, somehow, the things he's saying are nestling nicely into the deep corners of 2012 loki's mind, the secret places where he'd tried to tuck away his curiosities about mobius' feelings. about his /own/ feelings towards the softer, gentler man.

he draws back just enough to meet mobius' eyes once again. the man is watching him with a kind of hungry reverence loki has rarely seen, in all his centuries of living and courting and fucking. this is more than just scratching an itch; it's deeply, horribly personal.

"harder," mobius says, more a request than a demand. "please - "

loki watches mobius' mouth form the second word, the way his lower lip puckers outward as the word falls from it. he wants to make up for all the times he couldn't do this; he tilts his head to kiss mobius once again. the other man grinds up into each of loki's movements, soft and urgent sounds catching in his throat with every push.

loki adjusts just slightly, hooking his arms behind mobius' knees. he revels in the grunt that issues from mobius' reddened lips as he pushes his thighs back towards his abdomen.

he's back where he wants to be, in his head, here with mobius, as he begins to pound into his slick pussy. mobius' hands grasp at blankets and discarded clothing around him; his head rolls back.

a touch at loki's back, electric and sudden, sends a shiver like a current through him. he realizes he's been so lost in the sight before him that he's nearly forgotten they have an audience.

only now, that audience seems quite insistent about its own participation.

prez loki's finger trails across 2012's back, then down his arm, and back up mobius' thigh. more and more of the variant enters loki's field of vision as he takes up position next to mobius. 2012 loki watches as his doppelganger leans down to press a deep, messy kiss to mobius' lips. then, when he draws back, his trailing finger breaches mobius' mouth.

loki can only watch, an unusual - but not /bad/ - sensation roiling deep in the pit of his stomach. he lets out a heavy huff as he watches mobius' lips curl around the finger inside his mouth.

"mm - there - good pet. just needed something for your poor, needy mouth, didn't you?"

mobius moans quietly, the brilliant scarlet returning to his cheeks as he sucks at prez loki's finger.

prez loki turns his head to look at his variant, a cheshire cat grin splitting his face.

"would you like to see how he handles something a bit bigger?"