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unnatural-happenings · 2 months ago

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Of Capes & Billionaires

Took a break from staring at my Persona drafts again to write this instead lol. Would be the first part to this if I decide that finishing the future drafts is worth the time spent away from the Persona fic (ie if I enjoy it)

Fandoms: Batfam x Reader x Avengers

Characters: Damian and Loki. Some of the Batfam and Avengers are here too, but the focus is mostly on them

Notes: Reader is They/Them, Loki is here because I want him to be, Reader is a kid of Bruce Wayne, While this isn't a neglectful!Batfam fic the relationship is still tense atm, for Marvel I try to stick to MCU personalities but a little bit of comic or cartoon quirks might make it in

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Living with Bruce Wayne has always been frustrating. The rules, the expectations, the press, galas, and vigilante nonsense makes for an extremely stressful environment. Adding family drama on top of all that is a surefire way to make you slip away at the nearest convenience.

Your second home with the Avengers is more carefree—less brooding, way less pretending, and always welcomes you back with open arms… and maybe a drink or two. They're your safe haven, and you'd love nothing more to keep it that way.

Unfortunately, your family has never been good at letting secrets stay secrets.

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Damian could not believe this farce you're playing is still ongoing. You continue to vex him even in your absence and make his evening worse.

It had been a long day. School was as dull as usual, the teachers not teaching anything new and his classmates completely vapid, he'd taken care of every one of his pets, already got Grayson to spar with him, the rest of his brothers have vanished, and patrols wouldn't start for another hour.

He was as free as can be and it left him annoyed beyond measure. His go to option for filling up dead time wasn't available—to his complete ire—so he spent time in his room trying to draw while Alfred the cat curled up next to him. Though he could barely focus on what he was actually putting to paper, as his mind kept drifting to the one person responsible for his current lack of activity.

Stewing within his head and staring at a sheet of paper filled with mindless doodles is when his phone buzzes next to him. It's in a familiar rhythm that has him instantly pick it up to check the notification.

Fury is the only acceptable word for what Damian's currently feeling.

His sketchbook is haphazardly thrown onto the bed as he gets up—annoying Alfred—and makes a beeline for the door. He storms through the manor, every step fueled by a deep, aimless frustration as he throws open one of the many entrances to the Batcave.

Everyone's already arrived before him—or it's better to say they were all already there, and all strewn about the place. Though he cares little for their positions when Drake is the only one that can provide any answers.

Damian's eyes dart to the Batcomputer to see what you just posted to your social on one of the bigger screens, and Drake typing away on another. It was a picture of you standing on the snowy peak of mountain—drinking hot chocolate, along with some blonde guy that definitely didn't deserve to stand in your presence.

"Drake."

"I know, I know, I'm already on it."

He stands there and watches as Drake goes through file after file, checking as much surveillance footage as possible and putting the unknown's face through every registry he could think of. By the end, everything comes back negative and he slides downwards in his seat with a groan.

Todd puts down the gun he was cleaning, obviously barely paying attention to what was happening on the screen having resigned himself to lack any expectations.

"Let me guess, nothing again."

Drake runs a hand over his eyes and Damian scoffs when he notices his leg start bouncing, "He still shows no results and they're no longer in that location anymore. This was posted long after they already left… Again."

He can't believe what he's hearing. To have gone this long without finding a single clue leaves Damian doubting Drake's skill altogether.

"I thought you were supposed to be the computer genius of the family. How come you still haven't found a clue as to where our sibling is located?"

Drake lets out a sharp exhale, "We've been through this ten over times now and every search has ended the same. They post the pictures when they're already out of the area, they have location tags and their GPS turned off, despite clearly being all over the world their profile always signs in from Sydney Australia, their email isn't real, they're using a highly encrypted device even Oracle is struggling to deal with, every purchase they make is either in cash or using another persons card, and somehow, not once have they been caught on camera by any surveillance."

He goes on to mutter under his breath, too low for Damian to make out any words, but it further irritates him anyway.

"Are you positive you're even trying? It's not like they're not some elusive figure."

Drake spins in the chair to directly face Damian, his extreme irritation made know at his prodding, "I wouldn't even slack during an investigation for Kite Man, to think I'd do so for any member of our family is insulting. I want to find them as much as you do. It's also necessary to learn how they've been able to avoid detection for so long—"

"Well it sounds like you're only searching because they hurt your ego."

"Are you hearing yourself—"

"Enough."

Their father calls out from the side. He doesn't do anything else other than stand their and stare, but it's enough to instantly silence both of them and keep them from continuing. He gestures with his head towards the screen, and Drake rolls his eyes before spinning back around.

From behind the bat, Jason speaks out while cleaning one of his firearms, "So what? Either he continuously wipes every database in the world, or he doesn't exist?"

Grayson also finally decides to join in with a comment of his own, "Could he be photoshopped at all?"

He walks closer to the screen to get a better look at the man you're posing with in the picture. Cain follows behind him, carefully studying the photo as well, but not adding anything to the conversation as of yet.

Drake sits up in his seat, his anger fading into exhaustion with another sigh, "No." He starts another scan of the blonde's face through a meta/mutant database, "Both options are seemingly impossible, considering they go everywhere together with no evidence of photo tampering. One moment they're on the beaches of Denmark and the next they're skiing in Canada!" He mutters under his breath, "Not to mention they didn't even take enough money to go on all these flights. I have no idea where they're getting the funds for this."

He slumps over again when the results turn up negative, just like every other.

Todd strolls over like he has no care for the outcome, but it only takes looking at his face to see how this is affecting him. His jaw tense as he glares directly at the light-haired man, no doubt trying to burn his appearance into his memory. Damian has also done this himself. but truly, he doesn't think Todd's earned the right to be as mad as he is at your disappearing act, and it makes his own blood boil even more.

"Tch. We wouldn't be going through such troubles in the first place if they took their phone with them. We should not be learning about their location through second hand sources."

That was merely meant to be a statement regarding the inconvenience of their search despite being family, but Todd felt the need to add to it and make it more personal.

"We wouldn't be trying to find them at all if they didn't run off without saying anything, then start hangin' out with a guy we can't track."

"They wouldn't have even left if you all didn't—"

"Are we really doing this now?"

This time, their father doesn't interfere as Damian starts another argument, merely grunt in disapproval. Cain takes one last look at the picture and leaves Grayson's side—who in particular is wondering if he should step in to stop the increasingly violent fight—to walk up to Bruce.

He acknowledges her with a nod and she gets right to he inquiry, "… What about Superman?"

Cain's interjection causes Damian to put a pause on reaching for the nearest batarang to fling past Grayson at Todd. He needs to hear if the Super family has any word on your whereabouts. They should, but if for some reason they know nothing or refuse to help, it shouldn't be to hard to get information out of Jon.

"He refuses to tell me anything, and has made a conscious effort to not report any potential leads to their location in Justice League systems."

Drake turns towards everyone again in the chair, "Conner hasn't said anything either."

Grayson's in the middle of picking up batarangs lying about the cave and putting them in his inner jacket pockets, "They don't want to be found that bad huh…" When he's collected all that he can see he steps in front of Todd—ignoring the hard look he's getting from him, "At least they seem to be doing okay for now."

Todd rolls his eyes and makes his way over to his bike, "Why are we even trying this hard to find them in the first place?"

Damian turns his attention back to Todd with a glare, baffled by the idiocy and his seemingly short-term memory loss. Before he could remind him again that this whole situation is partly his fault, Drake replies

"You were on B's side weren't you? You know why."

Todd looks back towards the group, and for a moment Damian could see how tired he actually was. His shoulders slouched and the bags under his eyes became more prominent, though the frustration at the world—or maybe just towards their father, is still clearly evident.

"I really don't anymore." And just like that he was back to acting indifferent about everything. He hops on his motorcycle and starts the engine, then digs through his bag for his helmet, "Goin' on patrol. Anyone joinin'?"

Already in her suit, Cain is quick to jump on the back of his bike. She accepts the spare helmet Todd hands her without question and swiftly locks it in place as he revs the engine.

Father steps forward, his tone stern as he watches them prepare to leave, "It's not—"

"It's already dark out. Don't start this again, we're still dealing with the consequences of the last one." Jason snaps back. With that, they take off out of the cave without another word.

Grayson leans over Drake to scroll through the rest of your pictures. Multiple of the recent pictures include the very same man that none of them are able to put an identity to. Drake and Damian also scanning each photo they go through, hoping for anything to make sense about the mystery man. In every picture you're happy and don't seem worried about him at all. None of your expressions seem fake either, if only a little exaggerated in some. You act like you've known this guy for years, so why hasn't anyone heard of him before?

Drake runs a hand over his face a d huffs out his next words, "This guy bothers me."

Grayson leans his arm on Drake's shoulder, ignoring his attempts to swat him off, "I know right? He's blonde, that just spells trouble."

"… That's not what I meant at all."

Damian tunes out the chatter from the peanut gallery and turns to his father to inform him on his plans, "I will ask Jon if Kent has informed him of anything, or if they know where they are already."

Drake snorts and lets out a quick 'good luck with that'. Damian has to fight the urge to turn around and insult him for even daring to laugh at his attempts. At least he was still doing something, unlike some of the others.

Then he thinks back on the argument that got you to leave unannounced in the first place and he changes his mind. Half of this family isn't good enough to go searching for you anyway. He's sure if you spotted them, you'd make sure you're never found again. All this over something so idiotic.

Whatever. Once he finds you he'll make sure something so asinine won't happen again, so you won't have to feel like you need to escape again. He'll beat it into everyone's head over and over to never look down on you again if it meant you'd tell him what's going on.

Maybe he should deal with that unknown with you as well. Whoever he is, he's way beneath you, and you shouldn't be giving your time to him at all. What would make you stoop so low as to hangout with random civilians over your own family?

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"I swear to God if you throw that blue shell—"

"Too late."

You can do nothing but curse as your position is threatened. All you have is a green shell with a single coin in your back pocket, with no item boxes nearby to try for a boombox. Within seconds you're screaming as the blue shell reaches you and blows you into oblivion. You watch the entire race pass you while waiting for your kart to stop spinning out, ignoring the cheering from the God of Thunder and the victory lap the archer is currently doing around the room. By the time you can drive forward you have no hope of catching up to the front of the pack with no items and no coins, and come in 7th place. You fall off the couch to kneel on the floor, muttering about how you've disgraced your entire linage.

Natasha nudges your back foot from her position on the couch. She doesn't look up from the book she's reading, but obviously is addressing you with her next words.

"You still won the grand prix. Clint isn't even close, and Thor wasn't really competition to begin with."

You shake your head and lean back onto your knees, "You don't understand Nat. Every loss is a severe scar on my record. A stain. Something to be held over my head for years to come. I need to make up for this failure by setting the new world record on the track I've let best me in a moment of weakness."

That's when she looks up from the book she's reading, her brow quirked, not even trying to hide her amusement at your misfortune, "Aren't you already the world record holder?"

"It's obviously not good enough."

"You only lost because of a blue shell."

Suddenly you're being lifted off the floor. Extremely muscular arms wrap around your middle and pull you into a toned chest. Along with the deep laughter coming from the man behind you, and noticing the missing God of Thunder on the couch, you're easily able to identify Thor's the one to pick you up.

"You did splendid! You're mastery has indeed improved since we last versed one another, as have mine! Though Barton…"

Both of you bring your attention back to the archer to see he's still doing victory laps around the room.

"'Twas but a cheap trick. I assure you his proficiency is far below yours."

"A cheap trick means nothing. I still lost, and to him."

Thor only responds with more laughter.

Clint finally stops his self congratulatory dance to… correct your very wrong opinion of him, "Hey, that was not cheap! I worked hard to drive that Blue Shell to the front of the race!"

You wiggle until Thor puts you down, not wanting to argue held in his arms, "You're bagging tactics are cheap and lame!"

"Bagging requires skill—Wait you were bagging our last race! Why are you getting mad at me!?"

Suddenly a book slams closed, cutting off your oncoming rebuttal and drawing everyone's attention to the corner of the room. Another god sits in the corner, his displeasure made evident through the scowl resting on his face and the closed book on his lap. He stands with a level of grace only a spoon fed, self righteous royal could attain, causing you to grumble under your breath—assuming he's only acting this extra because he either wants something, or is planning something.

He shoots you a glare before addressing everyone in the room, his voice underlined with irritation, "You lot are trying my patience with your incessant howling. Attempting to put up with this noise any longer may cause severe damage to my own sanity."

You're heart sinks a little as he makes his way to leave, but on his way past he grabs the back of your clothes and drags you with him without a second thought.

"H-HEY! LOKI WAIT! THE GAME!"

The others do nothing to help you, all used to you acting as the mischief maker's shadow, whether willing or not. You make sure to flip them off before you turn the corner, seeing Natasha shrug and go back to her own book and Thor wave with one of the largest smiles you've seen on him. Clint only laughs at your predicament, so you mentally note to make him your target the next time you play a party game.

Once you're far enough away and Loki has slid his hand from the back of your clothes to your wrist do you speak up.

"You could just ask me to walk with you y'know?"

"So you wouldn't have thrown yourself to further rot away by the hands of that game to accomplish some arbitrary award that grants you nothing but bragging rights?"

"… No?"

"Don't lie to me."

You don't respond, and it's silent as you let Loki take you to wherever he's going. Soon enough you find yourself in front of your bedroom, Loki letting go of you and easily phasing through the door. With a roll of your eyes and complaints under your breath you follow after him.

He's already taken a seat on the egg chair you have next to the bookshelf and opened his book. You huff before looking around for things to do. There isn't much in the room, you never stayed long enough to bother personalizing it, but you do spot the Gamecube Tony bought for you as a joke. He was getting tired of you not doing anything, so he got that and a shelf full of games—said he was buying you a personality.

"Do not tell me you're still going to play that aggravating racing game?"

You continue to set up the console as you reply to him, "It's only aggravating when I'm playing with Clint, and is the one thing I have over Tim, so I gotta make sure I stay better then him." You look over to him and see he's still got his head in his book, "And you're reading! what else do you want me to do!"

Loki ignores most of what you said, only focusing on one thing, "If you are that keen on thinking about your family through every action then why are you still here? I thought you hated them."

"I just need time away." You sigh as you're thoughts drift a little more to the rest of your family, "That house is suffocating, but that doesn't mean I love them less. They're just being annoying."

A laugh escapes you when you think about how annoyed some of them must be right now due to your recent stunt, "That, and it's really funny being petty."

Loki let's it go as he chuckles himself, "Speaking of being petty, where's our next photoshoot? I'm sure they enjoyed seeing our last in the mountains."

You laugh more freely now as you bring your attention back to the game, pushing aside the more troublesome thoughts, "I heard Tony owns a private beach house. I'm sure he wouldn't mind us dropping by for a couple pictures."

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europeanficwritersretreat2025 · 2 months ago

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GERMANY FIC WRITERS' RETREAT

Dear Fic Writers! (Sherlock fandom and beyond!)

In this post you can find all the info on the 2025 European Fic Writers Retreat that is now most definitely taking place in Germany from 7-10 August 2025!

Here are the details: -Arrival from 4pm on 7 August. -Checkout at noon on 10 August. -Price: 360 euros (or less if you share a room, see below). This includes accommodation and food (which we'll still have to cook ourselves, however).

Activities There will be 3 writing/fandom workshops/activities each day. The rest of the time is for writing, hanging out and making new fandom friends. Also there will be daily walks to the supermarket (10 mins) to get all the food we need. :)

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n3ptoonz · 6 days ago

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'Heavy is the Head'

Pairing: Parker Robbins/Reader

Fandom: MCU; Ironheart

Warnings/tags: Smut; Explicit, your code name is Hermes not your actual name, body worship, blowjob, dialogue, he's a softie, this can work as gender neutral reader i think??? you're like an informant, kinda proofread

wrote this on a whim after seeing his sexy ass edits. WATCH IRONHEART GUYS!!!!

Word count: 1.8k+

You typed away on your computer with intense focus. Looking up all sorts of things for your current client from Baltimore. You'd been taking many gigs lately and they filled the monetary gap just fine. You didn't need constant calls from your top clientele as much anymore as long as you kept taking these petty jobs. The longer you're in the business, the more you realize just how easily swayed people can be by their emotions. It's not like you were dealing with mini Lokis but man oh man the pettiness of these people that could be using your abilities for so much more than finding where someone is staying at so they can have "Welcome Home Cheater" largely spray painted on their front door. Maybe even throw in some extra toilet paper and eggs.

Your phone rang three times before you glanced at it. Unknown Caller. You narrowed your eyes before brushing it off and continuing your search. It rang again, causing you to sigh dramatically and pick it up, placing it between your ear and shoulder so you could keep typing and clicking. But before you could ask who the hell was blowing your phone up at midnight, you heard a familiar voice on the other end.

"You gonna buzz me in or have me out here looking like a toxic ex?"

Parker.

You stopped mid-type and held the phone to your ear with furrowed brows. He was like a toxic ex in a way. It almost made you laugh.

"Is that not...what you are?" you feigned curiosity and leaned back in that squeaky leather chair that has seen better days.

"Hermes." he warned, hearing you stifle a laugh. You sighed softly and leaned back to press the buzzer behind you so he could come in.

When he emerged from the hanging beads that lead into your office, you still hadn't moved from your desk. Feet kicked up and your chin leaning on a fist as you waited for him.

"Heavy is the head that wears the hood." you said with a smile. He didn't smile back. Just kept his usual calm demeanor and his hands in his pockets. "Since when did you forget to set appointments? You know I don't take walk-ins."

"This can't just be a social call?"

"A social call?" you echoed in genuine disbelief, like it was a bad taste in your mouth. "Parker, you insult me."

"Two things can be true at the same time."

"Then lead with that. You show up unannounced and pretend like you're here to just see me? Don't do that."

You untangled your legs and stood up to slowly round your desk and stand a foot away from him. He watched you move and bit his lip nervously as he averted your gaze.

"Listen, I'm sorry, a'ight? It's been a while, I know that."

"Try a year and some change." you cut in. He still couldn't look you in the eyes.

"I'm sorry." he repeated and ran his hands over his face with a deep sigh. You looked at him with pursed lips. Curse him. You could never stay mad at him forever. But you were still just as petty as the next guy.

"You gonna hug me or have me standing here like a toxic ex?" you said, but didn't make any move to get closer to him. Just in case. "Or is that too personal?"

"Okay, okay." he let his hands drop to his sides with a side smile playing on his lips. He couldn't run from you forever. He never could. He stepped towards you and pulled you into his chest. You rubbed and patted his back with a content sigh.

"Why are you really here?" you asked quietly, your voice muffled by the material of his jacket. He didn't let you go yet as he answered.

"I...may or may not need your help..."

"Parker."

"I definitely need your help." he said as he finally released you. He gave you those puppy eyes he swears he doesn't do.

"You know that doesn't work on me anymore, right?"

"I'm not trying to work you. Seriously. I need your help."

"I'm booked, dude. You see the papers and pens cluttering my shit," you gestured towards your workspace. "I told you I don't do walk-ins."

"Was that before or after the last time we saw each other?" he asked. The room fell silent and so did you.

"You wanna do this right now?" you asked with a scoff. "I couldn't let people think I gave certain clients special treatment."

"Is that what I am? What I was?" he asked. "A client?"

"Fucking your weed dealer doesn't make them not your dealer anymore, right? They're your dealer who you occasionally fuck unless one party wants to change that and the other party agrees. Which didn't happen between us. I'm already wrapped up in something and I'm willing to bet you'll need this info by the end of the day."

Everything you said was true and he knew it. He took a deep breath and looked around your "office." It still looked the same. Still smelled the same. Like car parts and eucalyptus.

"I ran away." he finally said. "It's true. I fucked up and I shouldn't have come here thinking it was gonna be kumbaya. However," he grabbed your hands and looked down at them with a small smile. He missed how they felt in his. Your warmth, which he knew he didn't deserve. "I need it the day after tomorrow. I'll do anything."

You squeezed his hands and sighed with a long pause.

"Such a sap." you muttered, just loud enough for him to hear. "Just give me the details. I'll get em for you."

Parker looked up at you with brown eyes full of hope, "For real?"

"Hand me the paper before I change my mind."

He playfully scoffed and let your hands go to fish a sheet of paper from his jean pocket. When opened it you could see his handwriting covering both sides. Oh, this was serious.

"It's all there." he said while handing it to you and watched you skim it over. "Well?"

You whistled as you did the numbers in your head. "Yeah, this might take a full 24 hours to get but...it's doable. I got it."

Once he heard you say that, he grinned and hugged you again. This time was tighter than before and he whispered thank you a few times. "I couldn't do this without you."

You hugged him back at a bit of an awkward angle but still was happy that he was happy nonetheless. "Mhm." you hummed. "I know."

He released you and nodded curtly, not uttering another word as he turned to leave.

"So that's it?" you called out from behind. He stopped in his tracks and exhaled through his nose, not quite facing you yet. "Show me." you continued but he didn't budge.

"Hermes-"

"Show. Me."

He turned around to see you staring right at him. It was clear you weren't going to let this go. With a silent curse under his breath he took off his jacket along with his shirt with some hesitation. Your eyes laid upon his tatted chest that went up to the side of his neck. This was way more than you'd last seen him.

"C'mere." you said while craning your finger towards you. He followed up by walking back over to you, his eyes lingering on your face before turning around. You softly gasped and splayed your hands across his shoulders. That hood was doing something sinister to his body from the jump. You knew this, but it obviously got worse. Instead of voicing what he already knows, you just... felt him. Your palms carefully roaming his back.

"This is some crazy ink." you said. Your hands stopped at his waist as you leaned forward and peppered his back with slow kisses. Each one deliberate and thoughtful. His head hung low while trying not to twitch and squirm, but he was definitely feeling something in his pants.

"Thank John for that." he manages to strain out.

When you turn him around his eyes fall to your lips before reaching your eyes that were preoccupied with his chest piece. Your cold palms gliding up his skin as you leaned in and kissed him a couple times. Just as slow and deliberate as before. You pulled away slightly and brought your hands down with you. Kissing his tattoos and slowly making your way to the zipper of his pants. His breathing started to become a little shaky as you backed him against a wall. Your name fell from his lips in a broken whisper. Your real name.

Undoing his zipper with your teeth, his head gently hit the wall. God, you are so fucking hot. Always knowing how to work him in ways he couldn't refuse. Damn near every night since he stopped seeing you, he hasn't been thinking straight since. The rest of the team teased him about this, especially John who had urged his "sorry ass to get the fuck on and stop being a pussy."

Parker's hands twitched the second you pulled him out and licked a stripe up the shaft. You gripped the base and swirled your tongue around his shiny red tip that had a bit of a twang of precum. He cursed and bucked his hips.

"Please." he whispered and shut his eyes tight. Then he had to stop his knees from buckling when you took him all in one slow go. Your mouth warm and wet, captivating him like a siren.

You bobbed your head and a steady pace on purpose. You wanted him to really feel what he was missing for the time he was gone. Even slapped his hand away when he tried to touch you.

Your hands moved to grip his thighs since he could reach all the way to the back of your throat. Drool escaped the side of your mouth and into the floor. His boots scraped against the floor from trying not to collapse. Poor guy was so touch starved he was already close.

He looked down at you with ragged breaths. Fighting everything telling him to grab your head and fuck into your mouth. You'd be pissed, likely would never want to see him again. Seeing your lips become puffy from the pressure, oh...

"I'm gonna-," he blew out and blinked to stay focused. "Please, don't stop. Like that, yeah-" he grunted. The slick and slurping sounds were too much to bear.

The second he hit the back of your throat again, he broke. You coaxed him through while he came by slowing down a bit and rubbing soothing shapes on his hips.

When he finished, you pulled back with a soft 'pop' sound and stood up. Wiping your lips and putting some of the excess back in your mouth. He looked at you like a godsend. Eyes hooded and dazed, you were all he could see.

You stepped forward and generously put his dick back in his own pants with a soft smirk.

"14 hours."

#n3ptoonz #ironheart #the hood #parker robbins #parker robbins x reader #parker robbins x you #smut #mcu #marvel smut #marvel cinematic universe

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tarithenurse · 1 month ago

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Single lesson

Fandom: MCU AU. Pairing/starring: Pilates Instructor!Loki Laufeyson x fem!reader. Word count: 1875. Content: Pilates, pining, all the smut and no plot (dry humping/grinding, partial handjob, cowgirl, mating press) A/N: As per usual please like, comment, reblog. Here’s my TAGLIST and my MASTERLIST for more.

Single lesson

“And as you get into the position make sure to stretch your hands and fingers backwards too,” Loki’s smooth voice guides you.

You’re the only one in the studio aside from him. What normally is a small pilates class has been reduced to a single-person lesson because the other women are friends and are on vacation together this week, leaving you alone with the only reason you stayed in the class: Loki Laufeyson. Sure, there are health benefits too but those are nothing compared to the crush you have on the man even as he makes you suffer weekly.

“Arm up here and watch the knee doesn’t wobble.” He pushes gently on your fingertips, getting you into a position that makes your nerves sing. “Feel that?”

His hand trails along the arm just where you feel the oddly comfortable pain. You nod. You’re not sure what you feel most intently though, the nerves stretching or his touch.

“And then come over to the other side...just like that,” he purrs, adjusting the angle of the other arm until you feel the stretch return.

It might not be cardio but it’s still hard work and it has you gritting your teeth, each exercise pushing your limits and hopefully one day allowing you to be more flexible. That’s not what you think of right now. Now you’re thinking of the heat of Loki’s touch and how good he smells standing so close to you.

“And back to rest,” he hums, allowing you to shake out your limbs. “Next are some floor exercises so get down on the mat and rest on your elbow. Like this.”

Picking the mat next to yours, he show how he bends the legs just right while keeping the upper body off the floor. Tentatively, your mirror his motion and find that it’s not too bad.

“What I want you to do is to keep your core engaged as you lift your hip off the floor,” he explains, showing it.

His t-shirt has ridden up a bit, allowing a glimpse of a sharp hipbone and the muscles above it and you have to focus hard on what you’re doing in order not to be distracted.

He’s sinful but doesn’t appear to be aware of it. After each lesson when you’ve gone home and finally can step into the shower, you welcome the water to wash away not just the sweat off your body and more than once you’ve awoken to a dream where his hands have been wandering, feeling the curves that are so pliable and soft to his grip.

“You seem to be nailing this,” he smiles broadly.

You should be pleased and proud but you’re concerned because that normally means he will make it harder somehow.

And you’re right. Getting to his knees before you, he slides a hand between your knees and lifts your upper leg with you as you pull your hip towards the ceiling.

“Just like that. Good girl.”

You almost manage to bites back the moan. Almost. Too ashamed too watch, you don’t see how Loki quirks an eyebrow and smiles deviously.

“Bit more, darling,” he urges you, sliding his hand a few inches up your inner thigh as you lift the leg almost on your own. “Give me five more.”

You’d give him anything he’d want and so you grit your teeth despite the burning in your thigh and butt cheek and power through.

“Beautifully done,” he compliments when you collapse after the last repetition. “And now the other side.”

Following his wish, you roll over and get into position. Again his hands are there to guide you, one under your waist and the other on your inner thigh, both hinting at a lift to help but in reality making it harder for you to focus on what you must do. But you try.

“A bit higher,” he instructs, “lift with your rib cage.”

His hand slides up to indicate where he means, long fingers curling around your frame and brushing the side of your breast, sending goosebumps all over your body and perking your nipples.

“Perfect,” he purrs. “Just a few more, darling.”

And you oblige, trying to ignore how your panties are getting damp with each compliment he gives you. He normally doesn’t add the endearments but you realize that they are highly motivating in more ways than one.

“Aaand come down on your back.”

Doing as you’re told, you wonder if he would be commanding in bed too. You wouldn’t mind.

“Alright, legs straight up, heels high,” Loki guides, getting in position facing your crotch! Kneeling there, he grabs your ankles and pulls them higher. “Good, now let them fall out to the sides. You’re looking for a stretch of your inner thigh.”

As you do it, his hands slide down your legs. Or up, depending on how you look at it. Pausing briefly by your knees, he grants you a moment as if to give you time to object but you’re breathlessly waiting for what he’ll do next, your core tight with anticipation.

Slowly, his hands find your inner thighs, pushing ever so slightly.

“Feel it here?” he asks, rubbing with the thumbs against the straining tendon so close to where you need him.

“Mhmm,” you admit, not trusting your voice.

You manage to hold the stretch for a bit longer before having to give up, feet finding the floor on either side of Loki. It’s so intimate, having him sitting there between your legs and smiling slyly.

“You have improved a lot since you started here.”

“I should be rewarded,” you try to joke.

But he doesn’t take it as a joke it seems because he leans over you, caging you in with his hips pushing your thighs outwards once more. His eyes are dark as he comes face to face with you.

“And what reward would you like?” he asks, voice husky.

Your brain has short circuited because you can feel his bulge graze your clothed core. Hinting. And when his tongue darts out to lick his lips, you and your impulse control is done for, making you reach up and kiss him.

It’s quick but the second you withdraw, he chases your lips and it becomes all teeth and whimpers as your mouths mould together again. Your hands are grabbing at any part of him you can reach, pulling him closer and urging him to lower his hips so his erection, deviously trapped still, can push against you.

Stifling a groan, Loki bites at your plush bottom lip as he rolls his hips to grind against your mound. It makes your clit tingle and your cunt clench around nothing. It’s impossible to hold back the moan that elicits a smile against your neck where Loki has dipped his head to.

“Such a pretty sound,” he murmurs, rolling his hips to make you do it one more time.

And again.

Balancing on an elbow, he has freed a hand to slide up under your purple top to cup one of your breasts through the sports bra. Then the large hand moves to the back of your body, finding the clasps and expertly snapping them open. Satisfied he pushes the sturdy material up together with the top, freeing your breasts to the coolness of the air – although it only lasts for a brief moment before his hand has engulfed on breast and his mouth is seeking out the nipple of the other.

His breath is hot and damp on your skin, making the nipples pucker easily especially when he tickles one with the tip of his tongue.

And he’s still grinding against you, overwhelming you with need for more while you chase a high that’s eluding you despite meeting his rocking motion. The pressure is building inside you, slipping out as droplets that dampen your undies and as gasps and whimpers indicating you need more.

Mustering your willpower, you drag your hands down Loki’s body, finding the edge of his shorts and pulling them under his ass. Palms against his skin, it’s hard not to get sidetracked by the sensation of his muscles working but you push through, and slip the fingers to the front of the waistband, tugging again until the bulge stops you. Slipping a hand into the shorts, you grab the thick shaft and bring him free to the sound of a groan from him.

He’s big, leaking pre already. Pumping him slowly, he’s stilled above you, eyes screwed shut and mouth slightly agape. Then suddenly he opens his eyes and you see how dark they are as he meets your gaze. Hungry.

“Feels so good,” he rasps, stuttering on the last word as you reach the crown and twist your hand.

He keep going, lost in how wrecked he looks. A thumb caressing the frenulum which makes him shudder until his abruptly pulls away.

“Not like that,” he gasps, “too good.”

Unceremoniously, he peels your leggings off you before thumbing your bundle of nerves through your soaked panties, making you squirm for more. Much more.

“Need you,” you plead.

Leaning down to kiss you again, he mumbles against your lips: “’m right here, darling.”

He drags your panties down too, but much slower as his eyes are fixed at your sopping cunt which he’s baring.

It’s like his cockhead is magnetically attracted to you, seeking your entrance easily as Loki crawls up your body. Then the world spins and you find yourself straddling him, his length already pushing into you with ease and all you have to do is allow yourself to sink down on him.

You take him with a sigh, eyelashes fluttering although you try to keep your gaze fixed on him below you. He’s beautiful like that: bun partially undone so the ebony hair is flopping about, lips parted, cheeks dusted pink, and lips glossy. Lips that twist into a perfect O as you roll your hips, taking him fully.

His hands are big on your thighs, fingers digging into the flesh that is tensed from lifting yourself up and down on his cock. The drag is perfect, reaching the right depth and hitting all the toe-curlingly-good spots.

And when Loki moves his hand, finding your clit with his thumb and rubbing steady circles, it’s not long before you can’t take anymore. Your riding gets sloppy as you can’t focus on keeping the rhythm but try to chase your high instead.

“Hold on,” Loki warns.

Surging up, he envelops you in his arms and gets you down on your back before he grabs your legs and presses the thighs against your chest, ankles on his shoulders.

His hips move like pistons. His cock hits deeper than before and it sends you barrelling over the edge to the point that you bite your own hand to prevent yourself from screaming as you cum.

And just as you start to come down, Loki manage to snake a hand between your bodies, finding your sensitive clit and sending you off one more time with a just a few circling rubs – this time his hips stutter and he groans out, cock pulsing within you as he stills.

“Next time...I want to...hear you,” he manages to gasp with a smile.

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oretskov · 2 months ago

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　　 ━━ 　forgotten wonders / my old realities

currently bat has — what — twelve active realities? but having been a shifter since it first blew up on dracotok (trigger warning, i know), there have been some realities that she's dropped. let's talk about them !

✷　i've lost myself somewhere　ᐟ　marvel cinematic universe dr

at some point in time, i was a die-hard marvel stan. shocker, since now my personality revolves around batman and the dcverse. this was my first dr ever! the funny thing is, it was so rare to find marvel shifters back then. everyone wanted to go to hogwarts to the point that silly young me thought it wasn't possible to shift to any other universe than harry potter. i remember writing down my script for this dr on a sheet of paper and folding it under my pillow like i was in princess and the pea. it's not a fandom nor dr that i care for anymore :/

who was i? i was a young avenger who lived in the tower. i was friends with wanda and pietro before anything — we suffered under hydra together. loki's scepter gave me the powers of fire and water — one hand shot flames, the other water. my hero alias was magma. i think my love interests were either going to be pietro maximoff or peter parker.

✷　i only have eyes for you　ᐟ　k-pop dr

i still contemplate making a new kpop dr sometimes but then again, i'm happy having huang renjun (loml) be an icon i admire rather than an actual lover of mine. but gosh, a non-idol universe with the dreamies would be so fucking fun. or even enhypen! park sunghoon ♡__♡ yang jungwon ♡__♡

who was i? i'd rather take a bullet to the leg than face the trials and tribulations of the korean idol industry. no, see, i was a songwriter and producer for many of my favourite groups. mainly under jyp entertainment for stray kids. i was supposed to be the cool, talented producer the members, and especially, 3racha loved. god, i cannot remember who was going to be my s/o but there would've been many choices: bang chan, lee felix, kim seungmin, huang renjun??? too many options. too many biases.

✷　crow of judgment　ᐟ　assassination classroom dr

up until last year, before i first watched tokyo revengers, assassination classroom had been my favourite anime for a consecutive eight years. i still hold it very dear to my heart, and maybe one day, i'll go back.

who was i? i was ririka tamago, a class B student who always excelled in sports and performing arts. my childhood best friend and eventual lover was asano gakushuu. had he never been my tutor, i don't think i would've ever managed to be in class B for as long as i was. my fallout into class E was when member of the 'big five' and pervert, teppei araka, had tried to hit on me on the way home. i gave it straight to him and kicked his ass. principal gakuho came to find out about it and did not like that. how dare i harm one of his top students! as punishment, he demoted me to class E — where i actually thrived with good classmates and friends.

✷　i carry your heart with me　ᐟ　extraordinary you dr

used to be my favourite k-drama before i watched the first season of alchemy of souls. yes, i'm obsessed with lee jaewook. y'all, i didn't play about this k-drama — it was a huge part of me. i wouldn't mind going back here only for baek kyung but i have my own kyung variant, theodore nott, in my hogwarts dr.

who was i? there was no shadow and stage in this dr. we were just constantly in the shadow i think. i was the a3's best friend. the popular it-girl everyone was jealous of. i had two little twin brothers (who i miss dearly) and was the daughter of a famous fashion ceo and model. had bad, uncommunicative parents. me and baek kyung were always there for each other — each other's safety nets coming from terrible households.

✷　how many more?　ᐟ　scream dr

the scream franchise used to be such a big part of me. i adored it no matter what. i hate zionists though and their decisions to let melissa barrera and jenna ortega go were NOT it. made me lose respect and love for it altogether.

who was i? i can't remember much of this dr. all i remember was being best friends to lovers with wes hicks. it was set during scream 5 obviously — i don't think ghostface ever returned after the previous movie. so, it was sort of boring (but safe). just an excuse to love wesley.

✷　don't carry it all　ᐟ　eternals dr

this might the one subsection of the mcu that i still care about. unless you're also counting daredevil and x-men. and they cancel the second movie? ugh! why are we letting the haters WIN. i loved everything about this movie. it was the start of my barry keoghan phase (i was there before every one of y'all 🫵). druig and makkari are one of my favourite ships hehe.

who was i? my name was theria, derived from the word 'therianthropy'. it means the mythological ability or affliction of individuals to metamorphose into animals or hybrids by means of shapeshifting. i was called woman of all or the beast by others. i was 4425 freaking years old, born in 5000 bc. we lived in babylon <3 my powers were so cool, it's hard to explain when i don't think it's ever been used in other movies. my power was a projection of an animal's spirit. i could conjure the spirit of a lion, eagle, shark, snake, wolf, a cat and even a phoenix. the exoskeleton of animal's spirit was what i called the cosmic animal. i could control how they'd attack. when conjuring these spirits, i could possess a few features of theirs for myself. like when i had the lion's spirit, i'd grow the claws and canines of one. my love interest was druig <3

✷　stage 16　ᐟ　fame dr

the classic fame dr. every shifter has had one at least at one point. honestly, i've just grown out of it. i'm not interested in being an actor, nor do i care much for being friends with any LMAO. if i wanted some good celebrity friends and peers, i can just shift to my band dr. also, is jack champion still relevant? i'm not so into him anymore.

who was i? adithya atira thomas, mononymously known as atira. growing up in a rocky household, i was lucky to find stardom by landing a role in titans. i'd go on to star in the fear street trilogy, scream 5 and 6, not okay, do revenge and avatar: the way of water. i'd meet jack champion on the set for avatar and grow close. when jack got casted in scream 6, everyone saw our established chemistry and had our characters in the film be love interests. fans ate up our interviews together and just maybe, everyone was right for shipping us.

✷　peace within　ᐟ　spider-verse dr

i still love this fandom, don't get me wrong. i would actually consider this dr an active one if only i ever got to finish its script. maybe when beyond the spiderverse releases, i'll get the inspiration to go back here.

who was i? i lived in earth-42 and attended brooklyn visions academy. during a class trip to oscorp, a radioactive, cyborg of a spider bit me. three years later, i'm earth-42's one and only spinneret — or spider-woman, if you want to keep it frank. prowler and i never got along, opponents with flirty tension. it's once i become friends with miles morales as a civilian that we come forth with our secret identities. all feud between spinneret and prowler is solved, thanks to our friendship as civilians. prowler!miles is my love interest but before we get together, he's a little jealous of hobie brown and the other miles when i'm in the spider society lmao.

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sweetiebugwrites · 24 days ago

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Marvel VS. Kisses Pt 2

Fandom: Marvel, Avengers

Pairing: Clint Barton, Pietro Maximoff, Vision, Bruce Banner, Tony Stark

Notes: Marvel Headcannons Pt 2 ! I'm getting better about proofreading. Also, I think I should have put Loki in here somewhere...Let me know if you have any feedback. <3

Clint Barton

Style: Clint leans in with quiet confidence—steady hands and focused eyes. His kisses are warm and grounding, like he’s pulling you into a safehouse made just for the two of you. He pulls you close, his calloused hands cupping your face gently, his thumbs brushing away any stray tears or worries. He’s not flashy about it, but you feel everything he’s saying in the press of his lips. He likes those moments where the mission’s over, or you’re mid-laugh, and he just has to kiss you.

His hands have a habit of moving to your back, pulling you closer. In general but especially when he’s feeling sweet.

Clint is a smart ass about his hearing loss, especially when you're starry eyed and flustered. He only offers a smirk as he watches you swoon. “ Hm? What was that?” He’ll make a show of pointing to his ear before you kiss him smack him in retaliation.

In more somber moments, he’ll give you a peck on your temple and let out a small ‘I've got you’ sealing his promise.

Freebie: Protective, tender, and a little needy when he thinks you're not paying attention.

Quiet Moments

It’s one of those rare afternoons where time slows down. The sky is grey, soft rain tapping the windows. The two of you lie tangled on his couch, a blanket slung lazily over your legs. You feel his thumb trace the inside of your wrist in slow circles.

You glance up at him from your book. “You’re being quiet.”

He shrugs. “Just thinking.”

“About what?”

He doesn’t answer right away. Instead, he shifts to hover over you and slides a hand along your cheek, guiding you to look at him. It’s not a passionate kiss. It’s not trying to prove anything. It’s the kind of kiss that people share when they’ve already said everything important in a hundred quiet ways. His lips are gentle, unhurried, and familiar.

When he pulls back, he presses his forehead to yours. “About how I don’t really need anything else, when I have you.”

Pietro Maximoff

Style: Pietro kisses like he lives—fast, passionate, and impossible to predict. He grabs you like the moment might slip away if he doesn't act then. His lips meet yours with a fervor that matches his speed, his tongue exploring your mouth with a hunger that leaves you breathless. But if you manage to slow him down, cup his face and just breathe with him, he melts. Then he’s soft and lingering, like he doesn’t want the moment to end. He gets flustered if you kiss him first, all cocky smirks turned to wide eyes and goofy grins.

I think he’s the type to love pulling you into a passionate embrace, his hands firm on your waist as he lifts you effortlessly, your legs wrapping around him instinctively.

He pulls back just enough to grin wickedly, his eyes sparkling with mischief and desire. "Too fast for you?" He teases, before diving back in for another round, his hands tangling in your hair, ensuring you're as lost in the moment as he is.

He absolutely does drive-by ass smacks. Never bend over to pick something else or grab something from a bottom shelf. The man has a sixth sense for it. You never see it coming.

Freebie: As much as he loves catching you off guard with rapid pecks when you least expect it, he adores the slow intimate kisses you share, though it tends to be more rare.

Blurred Heartbeats

It happens again—just as you’re leaving the kitchen with a slice of toast and the intention to sit down for ten whole minutes by yourself—a gust of wind sweeps past, and something brushes against your cheek.

“Mwah!”

You barely catch a glimpse of silver before he’s gone again, laughter trailing like a ribbon. “Pietro,” you call, unamused by the red flush of your cheeks betraying you, “that’s like the millionth time in the last five minutes!”

Another whoosh behind you, and he’s suddenly leaning against the door frame like he’s been there all along. He grins with faux innocence.“You’re very kissable,” He shrugs, “and I move very fast. It’s an occupational hazard.”

You roll your eyes and try to swat him, but of course he dodges it easily, only to dart forward and cup your face—this time kissing you slower, more deliberately. His lips are warm and smug, and when he pulls back, his voice softens. You sigh, smiling despite groaning yet again. “One day I will catch you off guard.”

He winks. “I look forward to it.”

Vision

Style: Vision is forever expanding his knowledge. And you are his favorite topic. That was cheesy, but it’s true. His lips meet yours with a soft, mechanical precision, but there's a depth of emotion behind it that's undeniable. The first time you kissed, he asked softly if he was doing it right. He holds you like you’re something fragile and priceless. Over time, he starts to explore more, almost cocky—pulling you closer, experimenting with pressure and rhythm.

I almost imagine having a rogue-like power and if you touch someone, you drain their life. When AOU happens, you learn you can’t affect synthetics and naturally grow closer to Vision as a result.

His body is always cool against yours, his hands gentle but firm as they hold you. He gets almost giddy when you shiver, but you blame it on the cool material rather than his featherlike touch.

His tongue explores your mouth with a slow, deliberate pace, each movement calculated to heighten your pleasure. You can feel the hum of his power, the vibration of his body, adding a unique sensation to the kiss. "I exist to protect, to love," he says, his voice a soothing hum. "And with you, I find my purpose."

Freebie: I think he might attempt to dip you or shout “Y/N, I’m home!” After you’ve binged old sitcoms.

The First Lesson

Vision stands in the center of your living room like he’s unsure what to do. You watch him for a long moment, then approach, sensing the curiosity radiating off him.

“I’ve been studying romantic interactions.” He says, quietly. “There are… patterns. Kissing seems central. Though I find myself unsure where affection ends and performance begins.”

You step closer, heart warm. “It’s not a performance. It's a feeling. Come here.”

With careful steps, he watches you, gaze never faltering. When you reach up and cup his face, his eyes flutter slightly. He leans in when you do, and your lips meet in a firm planted kiss, nothing more than a sure sign of affection. You give one more sure peck to prove a point before watching him over. “See?” You sniff in an attempt to remain unshaken, even though you’d love to go over more advanced techniques. ” It’s nice.” You shrug, even with the neon flush creeping up your neck.

He pulls back just a breath’s width, his voice almost reverent. “I… understand. Not fully. But… I felt something.”

You smile. “That’s a pretty good place to start.”

He blinks. “May I try again?”

You nod eagerly. “As many times as you’d like.”

Bruce Banner

Style: Bruce kisses like he’s afraid to lose control—because he is. He’s hesitant at first, as if it might wake something inside him. But when he finally gives in, it’s breathtaking. It's slow and savoring, like he’s memorizing the way you feel. His hands stay anchored at your hips or your waist, firm but never too tight. When he pulls back, his eyes linger on your lips.

Bruce's kisses are a careful dance between passion and control, a reflection of his constant struggle between him and the other guy. He’s the type to approach you with a mix of nervousness and excitement.

I think Bruce is constantly aware of his breathing, keeping the mental reminder to only allow deep, slow breathes in an attempt to keep himself in line. But on rare occasions, he gets so lost in you, he’s chuffing, hands going over every inch of you as he places open mouth kisses to your skin. All you can feel is the rapid rise and fall of his chest.

Only after he realises and reals himself back in, turning back into the sheepish, nerdy scientist we all love. Geekish snorts and flushed cheeks, he’ll fix his glasses and offer a ‘thank you’ peck on the cheek. ( He totally does it after sex too)

Freebie: Gentle restraint, deeply affectionate. He loves when you pluck him away from work, insisting on finding a compromise to bring him to bed.

A Kiss A Day Keeps The Green Guy At Bay

Bruce hasn’t looked up from the microscope in over an hour. His brow is furrowed, glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose, lips moving silently as he runs calculations aloud like incantations. You’ve learned to let him be when he gets like this—until he starts forgetting how to be himself.

You’ve been watching him for too long and he still hasn’t realized you in the doorway to his and Tony’s shared lab. You chuff and walk over, gently placing your hand on his shoulder. “Bruce.”

Nothing.

So you turn to face him, slowly take his glasses off and set them down, then cup his cheek. He blinks like someone waking from a dream.

“I need five more—” You cut him off with a kiss.

It starts as a whisper of contact, your lips barely brushing his. But then you feel him exhale into it, like he’s been holding his breath since breakfast. His hands rise hesitantly to your waist, grounding himself. The kiss turns fuller, deeper—not hungry, but heavy with unsaid things. Regret. Exhaustion. Relief.

When it ends, he rests his forehead against yours, eyes closed.

“…I’m sorry. How long have I kept you waiting?”

“Too long.”

His hands tighten, gently. “Thanks for bringing me back.”

You smile. “Always.”

Tony Stark Style: Every kiss is charged; teasing and magnetic, sometimes a little messy because he’s grinning halfway through. He uses kissing as punctuation—at the start of a conversation, mid-joke, before walking out the door. But there are rare moments when he goes quiet, kisses you like he means it, no sarcasm, no mask—just Tony. Those are the ones that stay with you the longest. I imagine he would pull you close, his hands resting on your hips with a possessive grip. His lips meet yours with a confident, almost cocky smirk, as if daring you to resist. But as the kiss deepens, that smirk fades, replaced by a look of genuine affection and desire. His tongue explores your mouth with a skilled precision, his hands moving to tangle in your hair, pulling you closer.

If you cup his face or run a hand through his hair while kissing him? He’s toast.

He has and will flaunt you if you're comfortable with it. Galas, small parties, family BBQ, it doesn’t matter but everyone needs to know that he was lucky enough to find you. He eats up all the publicity headlines when you first start openly dating. ‘Tony Stark; Genius, Billionaire, Boyfriend?’ He’ll grunt and smirk. “They always forget Philanthropist.” It’s a dirty secret, but he’s kept a clip from every magazine, news header, cute tweet ect.

Beneath it all, there's a depth of emotion that takes your breath away. He pulls back from the most gut wrenching moment with a soft, vulnerable smile on his face. He admits how much he loves you and leans in for another kiss, this time with a tenderness vs. his usual bravado.

Freebie: Playful and passionate by default, raw and vulnerable when it matters most.

When The Iron Man Falls

He didn’t want you to see him like this. You know that immediately from the way he turns his head when you walk into the workshop—like shame is something he can tuck behind an Iron Man helmet.

He’s sitting on the floor, knees up, shaking hands tangled in his hair. You can hear the arc reactor humming too fast in his chest.

You kneel slowly in front of him, not saying anything at first. Just there. Present. After a few seconds, you reach for him—hands on his cheeks—and coax his face toward yours. His eyes are wide, damp, and far away.

“I can’t—” he starts, voice cracking. “It’s too much today, I don’t—I couldn’t breathe—”

You kiss him.

Not to hush him, not to fix it. Just to be with him in the one way that doesn't require words. His lips tremble against yours, but slowly, his hands rise and hold onto you like you’re the last solid thing in the world. The kiss lingers, grounding. You feel him start to breathe again, a little slower each second.

When you pull back, you brush your thumb along his jaw. “I’m with you, Stark.” You bring his head to your chest, letting him feel your warmth and security and you ignore the salty tears and weak attempt at hidden sniffles.

He nods, just barely. “Yeah. I know. You always are.”

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variantstark · 7 months ago

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"My personal ice cube"

"I'm your what now?"

Warnings/tags: good!Loki, fluff, soft!Loki, Avenger!Loki, you and Loki are friends, I had a dream about this and decided to make a fic from said dream

No age limits

Fandom: MCU movie Loki

You couldn't get comfortable no matter how hard you tried.

You'd think in a high-tech place like this, the air conditioning wouldn't break, would have failsafes or something. Wrong - the new Compound may be great, but since it's just been built there are still a few kinks to work out. Tony said he'd call his HVAC guy in the morning, but he's still locked in the lab right now, so he'll have to be reminded. JARVIS will remember.

It sucks to be exhausted and not be able to fall asleep. As you flopped about, trying to find a cool patch in the sheets, you barely registered the quiet sounds coming from your TV through the haze of sleepiness. Why couldn't the AC have broken on a cooler night?

Then a thought hit you that made you sit bolt upright.

Loki.

Of course. Why were you laying here melting when you had a literal Jotun for a friend, only a few rooms away?

Without wasting another second, you rolled off the bed and padded through your dorm on bare feet, slipping soundlessly out the door and down the hall to Loki's room.

He normally locks his door. It was odd that you found it unlocked when you got there, but you were grateful.

You walked over to his bed and took a moment to admire him like this - asleep, relaxed, happy... He looked almost younger, with no worries on his mind at the moment. Then common sense kicked in thanks to your body noticing that it was still oppressively hot, and you had the bright idea to make sure there were no knives within easy reach. You didn't want him to stab you whilst half-asleep.

Okay, I should be safe. You took a deep breath to calm yourself before slipping into the bed beside Loki.

He was still partly dreaming, you think, because he shifted closer to you. You couldn't hold back a little whine as you felt his cool body press against yours - the feeling was divine, pun intended.

That woke him. You flinched back as his body stiffened and he opened his eyes to see you beside him.

"What in Hel are you doing?" he asked in a voice that, while still thick with sleep, carried plenty of danger beneath the surface.

Brain still muddled with exhaustion and the innate need to cool down, you did something the tiny remaining rational part of you knew you'd regret.

You reached up and put a finger to his lips to shush him. "Shh... I'm dying in this heat and you're a frost giant. Put the pieces together. You got two choices - hold me to cool me down or use your magic. But you're gonna help me." As if to illustrate your point, you curled closer against him.

He looked down at you with a rather taken-aback expression on his face. "My, my, darling, a Midgardian thinks she can order one of Asgard to do her bidding, does she?" If you didn't know better, you'd say he was attempting to hold back a laugh.

"Mhm, maybe." You murmured softly. "Now make up your mind."

You felt his chest vibrate with a chuckle. "Very well." With that, his arms slipped around you, pulling you closer.

You hummed happily as he held you close, reveling in being in his arms as much as being able to cool down. It wasn't like you two'd been mutually crushing on each other for as long as Loki had been an Avenger. Nope, no way.

As you finally got comfortable enough to drift into sleep, pressed against Loki with your head on his shoulder, you felt a soft brush on your forehead that if you didn't know better, would have felt like a kiss. "Goodnight, darling," he whispered as he drifted off as well.

"Night, Lokes." You whispered back. "You make a wonderful personal ice cube."

"Thank y- I'm a what now?"

"Nevermind, Loki, go to sleep."

"Mm. G'night." he murmured against the top of your head.

Then one thought struck you like lightning before you succumbed to sleep.

You gave him the option of using his magic on you.

So why did he choose to cuddle you instead?

((if you want this continued, lemme know! I'd love to make it a series!!))

#mcu loki #loki fanfiction #Loki fic #frost giant loki #jotun loki #marvel mcu #loki fluff #Loki x you #Loki x OC #Loki cuddles #Soft Loki

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amelia-mariee · 2 months ago

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Okay I’ve made it pretty public how much I want the Agents of SHIELD to come back or appear in the films.

I know some people in the fandom don’t think they should come back, and that’s totally fair and you’re well within your right and I get it and that is not what this post is about.

No matter where you stand on this, there is no way you can look at me with a straight face and say that the reason they could never come back is because the show’s not MCU canon.

THAT MEANS NOTHING ANYMORE. THERE ARE NO RULES HERE. WE ARE LIVING IN A LAWLESS LAND. ROBERT DOWNEY JR IS COMING BACK TO PLAY A COMPLETELY DIFFERENT CHARACTER. LOKI HAS COME BACK FROM THE DEAD A HUNDRED TIMES AND IS GOING TO BE IN DOOMSDAY. A LOT OF PEOPLE ARE GOING TO BE IN DOOMSDAY. THEY BROUGHT BACK TOBY AND ANDREW’S SPIDERMEN JUST FOR FUN AND THEN SENT EM RIGHT BACK HOME!! SAY SOMETHING ABOUT THE MULTIVERSE AND SEND DAISY JOHNSON THROUGH A PORTAL OR SOMETHING I DON’T CARE ATP

#can you tell I’m losing my mind #daisy johnson #phil coulson #alphonso mackenzie #agents of shield #agents of s.h.i.e.l.d.#marvel #marvel mcu #mcu #mcu loki #rdj #robert downey jr #avengers doomsday #insane Amelia rambles

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dioslesbianwife · 3 months ago

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Masterlist Part 4/5

the time has come yet again for a new masterlist cause my last one got too full lol.

here are the links to the other masterlists with my other fics on them: Masterlist 5/5, Masterlist part 3/5, Masterlist part 2/5, Masterlist part 1/5

my blog page rules: i’ll write basically anything (ships, x readers, fics, HCs, matchups, angst, fluff, nsfw, etc.) I don’t mind most requests, just nothing graphic involving minors or anything that promotes hate.

please only submit one request at a time.

It usually takes me a little while to finish requests, but I’ll enjoy reading and working on pretty much any request ♡ ♡ ♡

I’ll write for any of the following fandoms: HxH, jjba, death note, bg3, genshin impact, and danganronpa (i’ll write for pretty much any character from these fandoms)

HxH:

Phantom troupe x inventor reader X

Main 4 with a polite gothic reader around gon/killua's age

PT+hisoka illumi and kurapika x kinda invincible reader X

HxH men x famous reader who owns a death note X

JJBA Non-Villain Stuff:

Rohan x mermaid reader X

Part 5 gang x dollike reader with terrifying stand X

Jojos x transmasc reader with dog ears/tail sfw and nsfw X

Jojos saving a captured reader X

Jojos reuniting with the reader after a fight X

Jojos x reader who knows how the story goes X

Hazamada x reader hcs X

Mista x male reader nsfw X

Jojos and a rival reader X

Johnny when he's sick hcs X

Jojos x reader who's super kind to stands X

Part 5 gang x reader who's great at rhythm games X

Abbacchio bruno risotto illuso prosciutto x dullahan reader X

Keicho nijimura x reader X

Gyro johnny diego valentine x reader with metallica X

Gyro and johnny x autistic reader who's sensitive to noise X

Part 7 guys x reader why arkansas isn't arkansass X

Jojos x reader with three stands X

Jojos and jobros when the reader dies after saving them X

Part 5 gang x trans female reader X

Part 7 characters x reader with pearl jam (cooking) type stand X

Jojos x reader tickle war X

Jojos reactions to the reader having a pet like Stitch X

Stardust crusaders + dio x reader with 3 stands X

Part 5 gang doing spicy food challenge

Jojos with a little sister vigilante reader X

Jojos x super kind reader X

Jotaro x reader who gets hit with a love stand X

Akira Otoishi x drummer reader X

Stardust crusaders x reader who loves quality time X

Abbacchio x gorgon reader X

Stardust crusaders x pumpkinhead puppet stand reader X

Jojos x reader with Medusa-like stand X

Jojos with x reader similar to Gojo from jjk X

Part 5 gang x reader who's scared to use her stand X

Part 5 gang x super passionate fashion designer reader X

Part 5 gang x jessica rabbit-like reader who cares for them X

JJBA Villains:

La squadra x reader with killer queen X

La squadra x alien shapeshifter reader X

Pillar men x reader nsfw hcs X

Jofoes x changeling reader X

Funny valentine x gay reader in denial sfw + nsfw X

Funny valentine x top ftm reader nsfw X

Dio x top male cowboy reader nsfw X

Risotto nero x male painter reader X

Platonic DIO x teen reader who can't fall asleep without him X

Jofoes x reader who breaks down cause of their job X

Jofoes x enemy reader (not romantic, pure hatred) X

Funny valentine x Diego nsfw

Diego x reader angst for the end of the race X

Jofoes x reader with cuteness aggression X

Diego x ftm reader who's super kind and sweet X

Diego x trans male reader nsfw X

Donatello x reader with a similar past X

Jofoes x reader who swears he isn't gay but has an obvious crush X

Jofoes x reader with emetophobia X

Funny valentine x reader who loves to play with his hair X

Reactions to their stands liking you more than they like them X

Jofoes x transmasc reader sfw and nsfw X

Jofoes with daughter reader who gets whatever she wants X

Kira x reader who's husband's stand haunts him X

Jojo villains as roommates ranked

Kars x reader after crashing from space in Morioh X

Funny valentine x reader nsfw X

Jofoes x reader similar to Loki X

Jofoes x reader who thinks of crazy plans that always work X

Jofoes x reader who copies their abilities X

Jofoes bathroom hcs

Jofoes x reader who dresses in lolita fashion X

Kira x hand model and Diego x paleontologist reader X

platonic Jofoes x werewolf who acts like a puppy X

Diavolo x reader when his death loop ends X

Jofoes x reader with a stand opposite to them X

Jofoes x reader who wishes she could get them pregnant X

Jofoes reactions to accidentally injuring the reader X

Jofoes x reader who constantly praises them X

Jofoes x reader surprising them with lingerie X

Dio x kind and sweet wife reader X

Doppio and Diavolo actually raising Trish

Jofoes x reader with love binding stand X

La Squadra x reader with WOU X

Jofoes x reader whose stand fails to protect them X

Kira diavolo valentine pucci x reader with peace stand X

Tooru x autistic nonverbal reader X

Jojo villains cooking headcannons

Jofoes x Muslim reader who wears a niqab X

Jofoes x trad goth reader X

Doing an escape room with the jofoes X

#jojo's bizarre adventure #hxh #hunter x hunter x reader #jjba x reader #dio x reader #kars x reader #yoshikage kira x reader #funny valentine x reader #jolyne cujoh x reader #giorno giovanna x reader #jotaro kujo x reader #joseph joestar x reader #josuke higashikata x reader #phantom troupe x reader

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lokihiddleston · 6 months ago

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Here we are at the end of the year. I've had this blog for almost fifteen years now. It's been so meaningful for me and my favorite pastime to come here. I've been able to interact with some of the coolest and nicest people in loki/tom fandom over the years. So I'm taking this opportunity to thank everyone who's been following me for so long, as well as this year's newcomers. What made me want to create in the first place was for the community. So, I thank those who continue to reblog my creations. And still enjoy them today. It means a lot to me. ☺️ It's a new year, so a fresh start. Happy New Year! 💚

@allthehiddlethings @lokiperfection @tomhiddles @astrocaitlynn @linusbenjamin @pauls-mescal @gloriousburden @official-president-loki @caitlyn-kirammans @marril96 @the-haven-of-fiction @andy-skull @elena-gilbert @hiraeth-doux @lavathein @wehavebeguntoblur @mythical-muses @neyafromfrance95 @ochipi (and more)

#personal #loki #happy new year #bonne année #let's hope we'll see more of loki in the new year #same for those i found on twitter or discord #and all the sylkis

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topsyturvy-turtely · 4 months ago

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Fluffbruary with turtely

day 23

(not as if i have been an active participant lol but yk bcs i can)

prompts: attraction | mutter | opera by @fluffbruary <3

including this prompt as well:

fandom: bbc sherlock, pairing: sherlock x john, rating: teen

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"Ugh!" John threw his head back, when they stepped out of the concert hall, to walk into the break. "Why did you need me to join you watching a freaking opera again?!"

"John," Molly bumped his shoulder with hers. She smiled, but it was a pained expression. "You know why," she muttered.

John did and immediately felt bad. "I'm sorry, Molly. Thanks for the invitation."

Her last relationship hadn't worked out, and so she had two tickets for the Carmen opera but only herself to go with. In the end John had offered to go with her. He hadn't realized how much he hated operas.

"Come. I'll buy you a cocktail."

"John- I have to work tomo-"

"Don't care. This is happening. I- we both need this."

John pulled her towards the bar by her hand.

"What do you want?" John turned to her, and smiled. Molly truly looked gorgeous tonight. She wore a floor-length, black dress; one shoulder covered, the other one not. It had a long slit up her leg. John wasn't used to her showing that much skin. He thought this with admiration for her beauty, but not attraction. Still, he ought to tell her.

"You look beautiful. Tim was an idiot to let you down. You deserve much better."

Molly smiled, the pain still there but less persistent. "I know." A second of understanding silence, holding their gaze. "A mojito sounds perfect right now."

"Right. Have any recommendations for an old fashioned man like me who wants to try something new?"

Molly hooked her arm into his and grinned, "B52, for sure."

John moved his head back, "Why do I have the feeling you just recommended something dangerous?"

Molly waved her hand, "Oh, it's delicious. And fun."

John was intrigued for sure.

"Alright, here we go. Oh sorry, gonna need this." John freed himself from Molly with an apologetic look. She just continued grinning and waved at him as he pushed through a few people to get in line for the bar.

TO BE CONTINUED! (i swear this will be johnlock but rn i need to sleep it is far past my bedtime (because adults apparently go to bed early🙄) and well that's it. i just really wanted to post this so i am more committed to continuing)

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i want to gift this to @totallysilvergirl because she is awesome and her fics are pure perfection and her replies to my silly comments are always wholesome and sweet <3 oh and actually mostly because she made me want to write again with Solace and Joy on ao3 and motivated me to write with her reply to my comment as well. thanks silver. you will always have a place in my heart (ugh cheesy!) (what! i am!)

tags under the cut :)

tag list! (tell me if you wanna be added or removed please 💚) @justanobsessedpan @helloliriels @fluffbyday-smutbynight @inevitably-johnlocked @hisfavouritejumper @rhasima @forfucksakejohn @ohlooktheresabee @turbulenttrouble @so-youre-unattached-like-me @peanitbear @train-mossman @loki-lock @smulderscobie @timberva @grace-in-the-wilderness @chinike @jawnn-watson @whatnext2020 @escapingthereality @missdeliadili @kettykika78 @musingsofmyown @7-percent @speedymoviesbyscience @astudyin221b @francj15 @ladylindaaa @we-r-loonies @mxster-jocale @sherlockcorner @noahspector @our-stars-graveside @jobooksncoffee @baker-street-blog @macgyvershe @myladylyssa @battledress @a-victorian-girl @dreamerofthemeadow @oetkb12 @ohnoesnotagain @mutedsilence @jawnscoffee @raenchaosandcozyadashofmurder @lisbeth-kk @quickslvxrr

#turtely writes #fluffbruary with turtely #fluffbruary 2025 #fluffbruary #johnlock fic #johnlock #bbc sherlock #sherlock #john watson #sherlock holmes #molly hooper #molly and john are so cute as friends fight me

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allthenobodypplfics · 4 months ago

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Arousal Poisoning (Chapter 1)

Fandom: MCU Loki

Pairing: Soft Dark!Loki x Female Reader, or Soft Dark!Loki x Original Female Character, depending on reader interpretation.

Other Characters: Mobius, B-15

Rating: Explicit

Summary: This takes place in season 1, episode 2 of the Loki series; before Pompeii. Mobius takes Loki and a team of hunters to a Nexus event on some inhospitable planet. Mobius and Loki are supposed to investigate the event before the branched timeline collapse, but a trap poisons Loki and a (female) Hunter, causing them to fall into their baser instincts… Or, in other words, a sex pollen, drug-induced, rough sex smut fest.

Warnings: Soft Dark!Loki, Smut, Sex Pollen, Drugged Sex, Rough Sex, Consensual Sex, Slight Fluff

Series Masterlist || Main Masterlist

Read on AO3

“Alright, team,” B-15 announced as a time door closed behind the last hunter stepping through. “This is one of the most inhospitable planets in this side of the galaxy, and the only thing here is this prison.” She pointed her thumb behind her where a formidable building lies. “This is where they chuck the most hardened criminals and toss away the key. Now, everyone inside is dead – they’re not supposed to be dead; that’s the Nexus event – so be prepared to see some horrible shit. The next guard shift change is in a week, so we have plenty of time before the branch collapses. We’re supposed to take readings and investigate the area; find out what the Variant took and why. Keep your eyes peeled and be careful of your surroundings. Let’s move.”

“How thrilling!” Loki quipped as he walked beside Mobius.

“Yeah, okay, calm down,” Mobius scolded, “don’t look so excited, you’re weirding everybody out.”

Loki huffed and jammed his hands into his pockets.

They entered the building and the first thing to grace their presence was a bloodbath.

One of the hunters whistled. “Yeah… everyone’s dead alright.”

A female Hunter made a soft sound of disgust at the back of her throat.

“Not used to the horrors of battle?” Loki mocked. “Thought you TVA agents have seen it all.”

“Don’t talk to me,” she deadpanned.

Loki’s shit-eating grin turned into a pout.

“Come on, Loki, make yourself useful.” Mobius pulled Loki further into the prison. “What do you see?”

“Death.”

“Yeah, no shit, Sherlock. What else? What was your Variant looking for?”

“How should I know?”

“Loki!”

“Fine, fine, give me a minute.”

The female Hunter followed along. “This doesn’t make sense,” she said. “The Loki Variant had been killing our people this entire time. They usually spared the people on the timeline. Why did they massacre everyone here?”

“Well, these are the worst of the worst, and I guarantee you the prison guards aren’t any better. Maybe… altruism?” Mobius replied.

The Hunter snorted, “A Loki? Yeah, right.”

Loki gave the Hunter a side-eye.

“Anyway, we’re not here to figure out why they killed everyone,” Mobius explained, “we’re here to find out what they took, why they took it, and what they plan to do with it.” Turning, he said, “Did you sniff anything out yet, Loki?”

“‘Sniff anything out?’” Loki spat. “What do you take me for? A dog? First I was a little pussy cat, and now I am a little lap dog?”

“Now, don’t get so sensitive–”

“I am not being sensitive, you are being rude–”

The Hunter left them arguing amongst themselves to take readings elsewhere. Her readings began to ping the closer she got to one of the hallways. There was… something… sitting on a table with a piece of newspaper covering it. She gingerly pulled the newspaper away and let it fall to the floor.

“The fuck?” she uttered. It looked like a huge flower bud the size of a basketball. The dark green sepals wrapping around the petals had golden veins running through them, veins that seemed to glow with a pulsing heartbeat. The very tippy top of the bud had some deep red petals peeking through. There was a sickly sweet fragrance emanating from the bud. Leaning closer, the Hunter could see a trickle of golden viscous liquid seeping from the top where the petals were. The bud twitched and the Hunter jumped back.

“Hey… guys?” the Hunter called out. “You should come check this out…”

Loki looked in her direction and his eyes almost popped right out of his skull. He pointed at the bud and screamed, “Stay away from that!”

Loki ran to the Hunter and grabbed her arm to pull her away from the flower, but it was too late. The flower popped and splattered its contents all over Loki and the Hunter. The Hunter grimaced as this golden, sticky, shimmery goop slithered down her face and body.

“Jesus Fucking Christ, what is this? Is this…” She touched her fingertips to her lips. “Honey? Nectar? It’s sweet–”

“Don’t eat that!” Loki furiously shouted as he slapped the Hunter’s hand away from her mouth.

The Hunter was shocked. “Wha–”

“Take your clothes off!” Loki demanded.

The Hunter belligerently narrowed her eyes at him. “What?”

“I know what this is!” Loki yelled as he grabbed the Hunter’s wrist and pulled her with him down a random hallway. “Where are the showers? Every prison has a shower wing! We need to wash this off immediately!”

“What the hell is going on?” Mobius called out as he followed them.

“Let go of me,” the Hunter snarled as she tried to pull her wrist out of his grasp, but he wouldn’t budge. His hold was so tight that he was grinding her bones together.

Mobius, sounding exasperated, sighed, “Where the hell are you going?”

Mobius reached out towards Loki and Loki recoiled, screaming, “Don’t touch us! We’re contaminated!”

“What?” Mobius snatched his hand back.

“With what?” the Hunter screeched.

“There!” Loki pointed at a sign for the washroom. “The showers! Quickly!” He dragged the Hunter towards his intended destination.

“With what?!” the Hunter repeated as she smacked Loki’s arm with her free hand. The goop caused his clothes to stick to her palm and it released with a wet squish. “Ugh! Loki, contaminated with what?”

“It’s- argh!” Loki was annoyed with the Hunter’s lack of cooperation. “It’s a very concentrated form of aphrodisiac. It’s usually used in very small amounts – and I mean very small; miniscule, and tremendously diluted – during feasts where – I’m not sorry to say – an orgy is the main event. But the amount that has bespattered us is deadly. So we must dispose of our clothes and wash the nectar off of our bodies. This is very potent; you don’t even have to ingest it – although you already did. Just letting it touch your skin is enough to feel its effects.”

“Holy shit!” Mobius’ voice cracked behind them.

“Holy. Shit.” The Hunter gasped as well.

“Indeed,” Loki scowled. “Now, come on.”

Loki shoved the Hunter through the door of the communal shower. She stumbled but he righted her and then stuffed her under a shower head. He turned the water on as hot as he could and left her there. She yelped and turned the water back to a more comfortable level.

“Hurry,” Loki said as he turned his own shower on and started tearing off his clothes. “Take everything off and throw it there, furthest away from you.” Loki pointed to the corner of the room. “Thoroughly wash yourself. Use soap – use a lot of soap – don’t just stand there, hurry!”

The Hunter tore her eyes away from the undressing god and quickly unclipped her helmet, throwing it in the direction Loki told her. She ripped the hair tie out of her ponytail, letting her dark, straight hair fall just past her shoulders; then she started peeling off her armor and utility clothing. There wasn't any shampoo, but there was a bar of soap sitting on a wall-mounted soap dish and she grabbed it. It squished out of her hand and jumped in the air. She did a small little dance as she tried to catch the soap, but it kept shooting out of her grasp. When she finally caught it, her relief at not dropping the soap was short-lived when she noticed a very large mirror stretching the width of the room on one of the walls.

“Is that a two-way mirror?” the Hunter cried, her lips curling incredulously. “Why is there a two-way mirror to view the showers? That is disgusting!”

Loki scoffed, “I assure you that this isn’t the only place that has such an amenity throughout the galaxies.”

“Agent Mobius, you and the team better not be watching us!” the Hunter yelled.

Mobius’ voice rang through a loudspeaker. “Sorry, kid, I promise we’re not looking. It’s just me and B-15, okay? Hurry up and wash that crap off.”

“Why the hell did the flower explode?” the Hunter hysterically squealed as she frantically rubbed the bar of soap into her hair and face.

“It was overripe,” Loki answered. “It’s normally harvested long before it gets to that size.” Loki tilted his head up to catch some water to rinse his mouth, but he, too, already swallowed some of the nectar earlier so it really didn’t make much of a difference now.

“Ugh, it doesn’t wanna come off!” the Hunter squeaked in a panic.

“Just keep washing! Don’t stop!” Loki told her.

After a few minutes, the sounds of frenzied scrubbing slowed and stilled. The Hunter suddenly felt dizzy and she fell forward, placing her forearm against the shower wall. She wheezed and leaned her forehead against the cool tiles and let the water run down her hair and back. She closed her eyes and swallowed. This growing… yearning… was steadily building in her groin to the point of pain.

“Oh, crap…” she grumbled.

The sound of the Hunter’s voice caused a violent tingle to run down Loki’s spine. He shuddered and clenched his jaw as he tried to even out his breathing. He glanced at the Hunter to see her back towards him. She was practically shrinking into herself; she was biting one of her fists and her shoulders were trembling. He huffed as he looked down at himself and watched his cock harden and grow.

He shook his head and chuckled, “It’s too late.”

Loki’s unhinged laughter caused Mobius to glance up and see Loki slowly turning to look at the Hunter, his eyes burning with desire, his breathing came out heavy through his parted lips; his chest was heaving as if he had been running a marathon.

“Hey…” Mobius’ voice piped through the loudspeaker. “Nooo…” he scolded as if to a dog about to do something they shouldn’t – like humping someone’s leg. Except this wasn’t a dog and he would do a lot more than hump the Hunter’s leg.

Loki eyed her from the top of her head to her feet on the floor. She was a young recruit. Well, young was subjective, as time moved differently at the TVA. She could have been working there for decades, maybe even centuries, and still look to be in her twenties; barely pushing thirty. She had an athletic build, showing that she had been a fighter for many years. Her shoulders were broader, slimming down to a smaller waist, giving her a bit of an upside-down triangle figure. Her arms were somewhat thickened with firm muscles, as were her thighs and calves. His eyes lingered at her delightfully round and lifted ass.

“Loki…” Mobius dragged out the “i” in Loki’s name in warning.

Loki turned completely and started to take slow strides to stand behind the Hunter. The two people watching behind the mirror caught a glimpse of the god’s cock; it was fully erect… and very well endowed.

“Oh, shit!” B-15 spluttered before coughing and clearing her throat, embarrassed at her little shocked outburst.

“Loki, no!” Mobius continued in the same scolding manner. “Now, you stay away from her! Don’t you touch her!”

And Loki touched her, placing his hands on her shoulders.

“What did I just say?” Mobius snapped, the loudspeaker creaking with feedback. “Loki, get away from her!”

Loki ran his palms down to her upper arms and squeezed. He didn’t use his full strength, not even a fraction of it, but it was hard enough to leave bruises in the shape of his gorgeous hands on her skin. He pulled her back towards himself until she could feel his length pressed against her tailbone.

“Loki, stop that! Bad, Loki!” Loki could almost imagine Mobius wagging his finger at him if he wasn’t so engrossed in the naked woman in front of him.

Loki wrapped an arm around the Hunter’s torso, cupping one of her breasts; it barely filled his large hand. He placed his other hand against her abdomen, but it was slowly slinking lower. The Hunter’s breath hitched as her jaw went slack and her lips fell open. She leaned her head back against Loki’s shoulder and he leaned forward to plant a kiss on the side of her neck.

Mobius smacked the two-way mirror and yelled, “Loki! Let her go!”

Loki gave Mobius the middle finger salute.

“Well, fuck you too!” Mobius smacked the mirror again.

Loki let out an irritated sigh as he gestured towards the two-way mirror and it completely frosted over in white, keeping prying eyes from getting a free show.

Mobius screamed, “God dammit, you stop that, Loki! Stop that right now!” With a flick of his wrist, Loki crushed the loudspeaker in a glittery swirl of green. It let out a metallic shriek before it became blissfully silent.

“Oh, that mischievous scamp!” Mobius glowered as he stomped his way out of the nasty-shower-watching office. “That mischievous horny scamp!”

“Mobius, what do you think you’re doing?” B-15 grabbed Mobius’ arm and pulled him back into the office.

“I’m going in there and separating those two!”

“Are you crazy? They’re contaminated! Do you wanna go in there and start an orgy? ‘Cause I don’t! You don’t know how… sticky… that goop is! It might not be washing out; it might still be stuck on them. You wanna start touching them and pulling them apart?”

“B-15, they’re drugged.” Mobius sounded frustrated as he waved his arms around. “They don’t know what they’re doing; they can’t control it. They can’t consent. It could really mess them up!”

“If they survive,” one of the other hunters snorted.

B-15 glared at the tactless hunter and he snapped his mouth shut, having the grace to look abashed.

“Get out,” B-15 ordered as she pointed to the exit. “When the hell did you get in here anyway? Pervert. I will write you up!”

She turned back to Mobius as the hunter scurried out of there.

“They’ll probably be fine.” She sounded unconvinced, but she wasn’t willing to step foot in the showers and she would not allow anyone else to go in either. They had no idea what the nectar did; if those affected would just… make love until they died. B-15 cringed at her own description of the matter. It was hardly “making love,” it was more animalistic than that, but she didn’t want to think “mating” either because that just sounded worse. She’d be damned if she allowed anyone else to fall under the same toxin and… made love to death. She cringed again. But, considering one was a god and the other was human, it was more than likely the human wouldn’t survive.

“They’ll be fine once they get it out of their system,” B-15 added while nodding, still sounding unconvinced.

The squeal of feedback from the smashed loudspeaker jolted the Hunter. Her eyes widened and she blinked hard, shaking her head. Her wet hair slapped and stuck against her face. She took a few gasping breaths and, in a moment of clarity, pushed away from Loki; stumbling her way towards the exit.

Loki’s lips curled in indignation as he gestured towards the door and a blast of green magic jammed the lock into place, keeping the Hunter trapped with him while keeping everyone else from interrupting. He grabbed the Hunter by her wrist and yanked her back. She slipped, but he caught her and shoved her against the wall. She tried to step away again, but he wouldn’t allow it and pressed his slicken body against hers. Hot water from the shower fell over them.

“Nowhere to run to now, little agent,” Loki chuckled as he brushed her wet hair out of her face to get a good look at her. She was cute, he could say that much. She had a slightly round face with big eyes and full lips.

“I’m not an agent,” the Hunter slurred, as if drunk. “Mobius is the agent. I’m a hunter – a soldier.”

“What’s your name, soldier?” Loki placed two fingers under the Hunter’s chin and lifted her head to meet his gaze.

“B-38.”

“That’s not your name,” Loki sneered.

“That’s all I know.”

“Alright then…” Loki leaned in and brushed the tip of his nose against hers. “Little Bumble Bee.”

“Don’t call me that,” B-38 said as she shoved at his chest. He didn’t budge. “Don’t give me any pet names. That’s weird. We’re not that close.”

“Well, we’re about to get a lot closer.” Loki firmly pressed his lips against hers. She grunted as he pried her jaw open by squeezing her cheeks and he unceremoniously drove his tongue down her throat.

B-38’s eyes rolled to the back of her head and her knees gave out. She would have sunk to the floor if Loki wasn’t holding her up.

“Aw, hell. Screw it,” B-38 thought as she got her feet under her, reached up, and raked her nails into Loki’s back; kissing him just as aggressively.

The kiss was messy. Their teeth clicked and their noses didn’t align quite right and were a bit smashed against each other’s faces. Loki ground his rock-hard cock against the Hunter, and she kept shifting and squirming until she was able to get the positioning right and felt his length rub against her clit. She whined against his mouth and he swallowed her cries.

Loki pulled away and tugged her hair back, forcing her to crane her neck; then he pressed his lips to her throat – rough kisses and bites that hurt just as much as felt good. He slowly trailed down until he reached her breasts, pausing to admire them – they’re small with caramel-colored nipples. He sucked one nipple into his mouth and she moaned. B-38 tangled her fingers into his wet hair and raised one of her legs to wrap around his hip. He grabbed her thigh harshly to keep her there. He drew a line with his tongue across her chest to lavish attention to the other nipple, twirling his tongue around it before licking it. With his other hand, he reached between them and cupped her cunt. She instinctively ground against his palm and drenched him with her arousal. He released her nipple from his mouth with a wet kiss; then he straightened and grabbed her chin to make her look at him. Her lips were parted and her breathing came out in heavy gusts. Her pupils were blown open; he could barely tell she had brown eyes when almost all he saw was black. Her entire face was blushing a deep crimson. He could tell the flower’s toxin had taken hold of her completely; he wondered if he looked the same.

Loki positioned the tip of his cock to her opening and watched her face as he callously thrust into her. She yelped at the very sudden invasion; then leaned forward and bit his shoulder in retaliation. He grunted but didn’t push her away. The one leg she still had on the floor was shaking uncontrollably as it was on its tippy toes to accommodate his height. He hooked his other arm under that leg and lifted her completely off the ground. From that position, his cock sunk even deeper into her; she groaned against his shoulder.

Loki started his thrusts long and slow, feeling her tight walls mercilessly squeeze against him. She freed her teeth from his shoulder and tilted her head back; the water from the shower rained down her face. He was the largest she ever had and she could feel him stretching her just almost shy of pain. When he shifted and began to pick up speed, hitting her at just the right spot, her eyes fluttered close and she moaned loudly, “Oh, God, please, please, please…”

Loki laughed breathlessly, “Are you begging?”

B-38 inhaled sharply and then she sputtered, “No.”

“Don’t stop,” Loki demanded; his smile full of glee. “I like you begging. Beg me like a wanton whore.”

“Stop that.” Her face twisted in annoyance.

“Alright, darling, forgive me,” Loki relented, his voice lilting. “I was too crude. My gentle Bumble Bee deserves tenderness.” He slowed his momentum and leisurely pumped in and out of her, teasing her and driving her insane.

B-38 let out a sound of frustration; then she snarled, “Will you just shut up and fuck me? Stop messing around!”

“Not so gentle then,” Loki chuckled. His face then grew dark as he ruthlessly slammed into her.

B-38 shrieked and then choked on her gasps to keep herself from screaming her lungs out. He was practically jackhammering her at this point; their flesh obscenely slapping against each other. She clung to his shoulders, digging her nails into him. She was half sobbing, half moaning. It hurt so good. Tears ran down her face, but neither she nor Loki would notice as the water from the running shower masked it.

Loki muttered into her ear as he fucked her silly; muttering pure vulgarity. He cursed her beauty and he cursed her sweet weeping voice. He cursed her perfect tits and he cursed her impossibly tight cunt. He described to her in very detailed imageries exactly how tight she was; how her cunt just kept greedily swallowing him up and not wanting to let go. He told her he wanted to fuck her wide open and make her bleed on his cock, but they were just words. He didn’t mean it and he didn’t do it. He told her such deliciously horrible things; so atrocious that it made her cry harder and harder as he fucked her harder and harder with every terrible thing he said.

B-38’s orgasm took her by surprise and she wailed, throwing her head back and accidentally smacking her skull against the tiles. Her quivering tunnel clamped down on Loki and he gasped, feeling his own orgasm nearing. He came with a soft cry and buried his head into her neck. She was a little surprised because it sounded quite vulnerable. Lokis were a lot of things, and vulnerable was never one of them. She found it quite endearing…not that she would ever say that out loud. In a moment of impulsiveness, she tugged at Loki’s hair until he looked at her, then she placed a soft kiss against his lips.

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