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Play The Part

Avenger!Loki x Reader

Words: ~3.400

Summary: You and Loki have to pretend to be a couple to complete a mission. In the end, it turns out you might have played your parts too well...

Warnings: NSFW, minors DNI; rough sex, p in v, dirty talk, fem-coded reader (mentions of "good girl" and clit), some angst

Note: This is one of the requests I got for my 700 Follower Celebration. I hope you enjoy this fic, anon! ☺️

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This was a horrible idea. You still didn’t know why you’d agreed to this mission in the first place… maybe because Fury hadn’t really given you the chance to refuse.

Your eyes scanned the crowd as you tried to make out the target. Thanks to Tony’s newest invention, you were wearing a contact lens that could track your target immediately. Plus, it also showed you any possible dangers that could occur. You’d receive an alert if someone posed a possible threat.

There had been a few complaints from the team, but overall the reaction had been positive.

“Target to your right.” Loki’s deep voice whispered right into your ear. For a second you thought it was coming through the earpiece – at least until his arms wrapped around your waist from behind.

You tried to suppress the shiver that threatened to run down your spine.

Loki chuckled quietly. “Relax, darling. We’re romantically involved, remember? At least for the rest of the evening.”

You tried not to let his words affect you. He was right: for tonight you were a couple… in theory.

Loki’s fingers caressed your cheek as he gently pushed your face a little to the right.

“There. Do you see him?”

The lens caught the target while you were still focused on Loki’s firm body pressed against your back. His fingertips brushed your skin so tenderly that you almost melted on the spot.

You took a deep breath and nodded. “Got him.”

Loki didn’t respond. You felt his slightly cool breath against your neck as he rested his chin on your shoulder and inhaled the scent of your perfume.

“You smell so sweet.” he mumbled, but his voice was so low that you had trouble understanding him at all. You tried to keep your eyes on the target, but it became almost impossible to focus on anything but Loki: his firm body pressed against your back, his hands gently holding your waist, his lips on your skin as he pressed a faint kiss into the crook of your neck.

“Goddammit, get a room!” Clint grumbled through the earpiece.

Your heart skipped a beat as you remembered where you were. You took an involuntary step forward to put distance between yourself and Loki.

Loki didn’t let you leave, though. His hands gripped your waist just a little tighter and pulled you back in, and his deep voice rumbled right next to your ear as he kissed your neck again, using that as a cover to whisper a response.

“Relax, Barton. We’re just playing our parts, remember?”

That stung harder than you’d expected it to. You gritted your teeth, fighting the urge to push Loki away from you.

Clint just huffed, and you would’ve bet money that he was rolling his eyes.

“Yeah, and while you’re doing that, the target’s getting away.”

You took a deep breath and stepped out of Loki’s arms, ignoring his attempts to pull you back in.

Your contact lens spotted the target before you could. He was standing halfway across the room, talking to a guy who the lens identified as a wanted arms dealer.

You pushed your shoulders back and strutted over to him, swaying your hips slightly as you walked. Once you reached the two men, you cleared your throat coyly and extended your hand to your target.

“Mr. Hunt? Y/n L/n, nice to meet you. I��m a huge fan of your work.”

The man accepted your hand, looking you up and down as he did so. He bent his head to kiss your knuckles.

“Always happy to meet a fan, Miss L/n. Especially one as stunning as you.”

You fought against the urge to throw up, right onto his expensive black suit.

Why were you even surprised that he was a douchebag? You’d expected it, with all that money he had...

“He’s hooked.” Clint whispered through the earpiece. “Get him alone somewhere and take him out.”

You smiled at Mr. Hunt from beneath your lashes, pretending to be flattered by the compliment. In reality, you’d heard all his stupid lines before. He wasn’t creative enough to come up with anything original, not like –

You pushed that thought away immediately and let your fingers brush slowly along your target’s forearm.

“Is there… anywhere we could talk? Preferably alone?”

Something flickered in his eyes.

Fear gripped your heart in an icy grasp, and for a second you were sure he’d caught onto your games.

“Shh, darling, stay calm…” another voice whispered into your ear. “You got him. He doesn’t suspect anything, trust me.”

You gulped and suppressed a shiver. Loki’s reassurance did wonders for your nerves, even though it sent a stab of pain right through your chest.

You let your voice drop a little bit and leaned closer to your target.

“I heard you have an amazing art collection. How does one get a… private tour? By the owner himself?”

Mr. Hunt chuckled and licked his lips, a gesture that was probably supposed to look seductive.

You found it disgusting.

“Well, Miss L/n, I happen to have a private tour scheduled in a few minutes. Would you like to join me?” He offered you his hand again.

At least his hands were well-manicured, you had to give him that. But whatever he did, you’d automatically compare him to Loki anyway… and he didn’t stand a chance against the god you were secretly in love with.

“Of course, Mr. Hunt.”

You put on your most flirtatious smile and took his hand. Your voice sounded incredibly fake to your own ears, but your target didn’t show any signs that he’d noticed.

Mr. Hunt led you through a few rooms that you remembered from the building layouts you’d studied in preparation for this mission. He told you all about his estate and how he’d accumulated his wealth – conveniently leaving out the part that he actually sold stolen artworks on the black market. And that one of those very “art pieces” was important S.H.I.E.L.D. technology.

He opened the door to his personal gallery through fingerprint sensor, sweeping his arm in a grand gesture as he led you inside and closed the door.

In the blink of an eye, you had him pinned face-first against the door with his arm pinned high up his back, threatening to break any minute if you only pushed it just a tad higher.

“The flash drive with your customer contacts. Where is it!”

Mr. Hunt only whimpered in pain.

You rolled your eyes and pushed his arm higher, causing him to scream as the first bone audibly cracked.

“Owww, okay, okay! Jacket pocket, right side! Please just stop…”

You reached into the described pocket and found the drive, slipping it into a secret pocket at the waist of your dress. “Is that the only one? Are there copies?”

The man just shook his head wildly. “This is the only one, I swear! My employees have it memorized!”

It was kind of amusing to see him so panicked and in pain after he had presented himself as such an arrogant asshole all evening.

You rolled your eyes and delivered a well-calculated blow to his temple, knocking him out in the process. Then you left him lying on the floor as you exited the room and closed the door behind you.

“Got the drive. I will meet you at the exit.”

Clint chuckled, but he sounded proud. “Great job, Y/n. I’m waiting at the exit. Time to get your ass over here, Laufeyson.”

Loki didn’t comment on the jab and addressed you instead. “I’m on the floor above you, darling. Very well done, indeed.”

You looked up and saw him leaning against the stair-rail in that ridiculous, form-fitting black suit with the black coat over it. Your heart skipped a beat as he gracefully walked down the stairs and stopped next to you, his arm wrapping gently around your waist.

“Let’s get you home, shall we?”

Home, in this case, was Stark Tower, where you’d be heading to once you’d met back up with Clint. Your stomach still fluttered because he’d called it home, even though you didn’t know why.

You allowed him to lead you back through the annoyingly long hallways as you tried to ignore how close to you he was again, and the scent of his cologne that you inhaled with every breath.

Your stomach jumped when Loki’s voice rumbled into your ear. “Gods, darling, that dress… If we weren’t on a mission, I’d push you up against a wall and take you right here.”

Your legs almost gave out, and you had to fight for balance to keep yourself upright. Now your panties were definitely ruined…

Loki chuckled quietly and pulled you closer, stabilizing you.

“You like that, hm?” he whispered almost casually, but with that same seductive baritone from before. “The idea of me grabbing your hips and pushing you against the wall? My hand slipping into your panties, feeling how wet you are, teasing you with my fingers until you’re begging me to fuck you…”

You bit your tongue to stop yourself from whimpering. The picture he was painting in your head was too vivid; and fuck, he was right: you wanted it. You wanted him.

Loki’s voice somehow dropped even lower. “I’d grab that pretty ass of yours and push you up against the wall… and then I’d fuck you right there, deep and slow, until you’re coming on my cock.”

Your muscles clenched hard around nothing.

You squeezed your eyes shut, trying so hard not to moan out loud. “Fuck.” you whispered under your breath.

There was a pause, before a pointed cough echoed through the earpiece.

“I definitely didn’t need to hear that.” Clint grumbled. He sounded annoyed, but a hint of embarrassment lingered in his voice as well.

Heat rushed to your cheeks as you stammered an apology. “Clint, listen, I…”

Before you could even finish your sentence, Clint just let out a deep sigh.

“Get out of here, both of you.” he said, and you’d never heard him sound so tired. “I’ll handle the rest. You guys need some time to… talk.”

Loki nodded before you could argue.

“We will.”

He paused, then added, “Thank you, Barton. I suppose I owe you a favor.”

Clint just sighed. “Don’t mention it. Really… don’t mention it.”

A click followed. He’d shut off your earpieces.

You looked up at Loki, utterly confused about the whole conversation. What the hell just happened?

Loki graced you with a soft smile, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close.

“I suppose I wasn’t as good at hiding my feelings from Barton as I thought. He must have known for a while…”

He trailed off and took a deep breath before he spoke again.

“The truth is… I love you, Y/n. I am deeply and helplessly in love with you.”

Your jaw practically hit the floor. For a second you thought you were hallucinating, at least until Loki’s fingertips touched your cheek and caressed it very gently.

You didn’t know who leaned in first, but a second later you were kissing, and the soft kiss quickly morphed into heated passion as you finally acted on all the pent-up feelings you’d both been harboring for each other.

You didn’t remember how you got back to Stark Tower or into Loki’s room, only that sometime during your heated kisses, you told him that you loved him too.

Loki’s hands were gentle as he undressed you, covering your skin with countless little kisses that burned your skin like fire.

You, on the other hand, practically ripped his coat and suit jacket off of him. You just couldn't help yourself; his dirty promises from earlier had left you desperate beyond belief.

Loki groaned right into your ear as he finally, slowly pushed his cock into you. “You have no idea how- ohh fuck, you’re so tight, darling! You don’t know how long I’ve been dreaming of this, w- uhhhm- wanting this...”

You gasped and clung to his shoulders, trying your hardest to just keep breathing. Loki’s cock stretched you out slowly, inch by inch, and even though it was uncomfortable, you really didn’t care. Because it was him.

“Fuck.” you whimpered quietly once he filled you to the brim. You could feel every ridge and every vein, with your walls squeezing him so tightly. You tried to relax but it didn’t help.

Loki lifted one hand from your waist to cup your cheek, gently caressing it.

“Open your eyes, darling.” he whispered, and his voice trembled slightly as he spoke. “Please, look at me.”

A shiver ran down your spine. You took a deep breath, and  finally, slowly, you opened your eyes.

You weren’t prepared to see Loki’s face right in front of yours, so close that you felt his breath on your lips. Nothing could have prepared you for the soft expression in his eyes as he looked at you, the sweetest smile on his lips that you had ever seen. He was just…

“Beautiful.” you whispered at the same time.

Both of you paused for a second, just staring at each other, before you burst out into laughter.

Loki leaned forward as he laughed, accidentally pushing his cock further into you. Your muscles clenched around him in response.

You choked on a giggle and clung to his shoulders, desperately gasping for air. “O-ohh, fuck…”

Loki groaned under his breath. He leaned forward and pressed his forehead against yours as he shuddered.

“Ohh gods, darling… You feel s-so f-fucking good!”

He took a deep breath and observed your face with worried eyes, his demeanor still surprisingly careful and gentle, even though his cock was twitching inside of you.

“Are you alright? Did I hurt you, sweetheart?” he asked quietly.

You just shook your head. Hurt you? No, he definitely hadn’t just hurt you… he’d given you a glimpse of what was to come: a pleasure unlike anything you’d ever felt before.

You rolled your hips, pushing his cock even deeper, and a gasp slipped out of your mouth as the feeling left you breathless.

Loki followed the movement almost instinctively. He moaned softly before he started thrusting into you, very gently and carefully at first… just like he’d promised you earlier.

“D- Darling, I… uhhh! I’m trying really h-h-ahh-rd to take it slow, but I don’t think I can h-ohh-hold back much longer…”

You giggled breathlessly. This whole situation was crazy. You’d been dreaming of moments like this for months, just silently pining after Loki during every mission briefing. And every meeting… and every waking and sleeping hour, really. Actually living it now was like a rush that left you light-headed, and you couldn’t help but laugh.

Loki raised his eyebrows, a playful smile slowly spreading over his face.

“What’s so funny, darling?” he asked quietly and bucked his hips, ripping the laughter right from deep within your throat. “Am I not fucking you hard enough, is that it?”

Your head fell back against the wall and your lips parted, but the only thing that came out was an almost pathetic whimpering sound. Fuck, you could feel him hitting you so deep, so very deep inside…

Loki chuckled and thrust into you again, slightly harder than before.

A wave of heat rushed through your body, all the way down to your toes. You moaned helplessly. Your nails dug into Loki’s shoulders as you tried to anchor yourself, searching for anything to not be swept away with the rising tide.

“F-Fuck, please…”

You didn’t even recognize your own voice at first; it was so much higher and more whiny than you’d ever heard it before. But any shame or embarrassment you might have felt was washed away immediately when Loki bucked his hips again… and this time, he didn’t stop.

“Gods, the sounds you make, darling… Makes me want to just fuck you, to claim you. To make sure that no one else will ever fuck you like I do. Ohh fuck yes, grind your hips, darling! Grind against me while I f-fuck you! Uhhh, yes, that’s it, just like that! Good girl…”

You gasped helplessly and bucked your hips, trying your best to match Loki’s pace as he practically pounded you into the wall. Everyone could probably hear you even a few rooms away, but you didn’t care. By tomorrow morning everyone would probably know anyway, especially when you’d go into the post-mission briefing with Loki’s love bites all over your neck. And fuck, it was worth it.

“F-f- uhh, fuck!” you barely got the words out. “F-faster, please…”

Loki growled and kissed you hungrily. He gripped your thighs tighter, digging his fingers into your skin as he pressed you against the wall with his body weight. You moaned into his mouth, holding onto his shoulders for dear life while he somehow started thrusting faster.

“Is – uhh! – Is that… fast enough for you… darling?” Loki grunted into your ear, “Or – f-f-fuck – do you want it – uhhhhm – even harder?”

His voice had now shifted almost completely to that deep growl that could drive you wild in a couple of seconds. He shifted his weight until the only thing holding you up against the wall was his hips as he thrust into you over and over again, and your legs, which were still wrapped around his waist. Instead, one of his hands wandered to the back of your neck and held your head with a surprisingly soft touch, while the other one slowly brushed your thigh before sliding down to where your bodies were connected.

Your entire body jerked when Loki started to rub your clit with gentle motions. A sound ripped from your throat that you had never heard before, a noise so animalistic that if you could think clearly, you would’ve been shocked. Loki’s gentle touch brought you so close to the orgasm you craved that you could only sob in desperation as he played your sensitive body like an instrument.

You couldn’t even beg him to let you come, as even the ability to form words was completely wiped from your mind. All you cared about was the fire inside of you that threatened to burn you alive… and only the god who was rutting into you like an animal could bring you salvation.

Loki gasped as your walls clamped down around him. His head fell forward against your shoulder, but even though he was trembling just as much as you were, he didn’t stop moving.

“You’re getting close, aren’t you, darling?” he whispered against your shoulder and pressed a gentle kiss against your skin.

You could only sob in response as you nodded desperately.

Loki groaned under his breath and lifted his head, resting his forehead against yours again. He kissed you slowly but passionately, and you kissed him back with all the love and desperation that was filling every cell of your body.

Loki broke the kiss again rather soon. He had slowed down his thrusts during the kiss, but now he picked up speed again, rubbing your clit faster to match the pace of his hips.

“Then come for me. Come with me, darling, come on!”

You moaned his name as your orgasm finally hit you, leaving you shaking like a leaf in Loki’s arms. Your walls squeezed his cock like a vice, which sent him over the edge as well… and yet throughout all of it, he held you steady.

Loki carried you to his bed afterwards and covered both of you with a blanket.

You smiled and curled up against his chest, resting your head so close to his heart that you would’ve sworn you could feel it beating.

“Clint is gonna hate us.” you mumbled.

Loki just chuckled and stroked your cheek with his fingertips.

“Perhaps.” he whispered in a soft voice. “But I’m sure he’ll be happy for us, don’t you think?”

You tried to imagine how Clint would react tomorrow, but your mind was already growing hazy. You nodded instead and snuggled closer to Loki.

“Love you…”

Your words came out slurred. You fell asleep almost immediately after that, with Loki’s response guiding you into a deep and peaceful slumber.

“I love you too, darling. So much more than you know…”

I... idk what happened with this fic, y'all. I guess I've learned some stuff during my mental health break, and then this fic kinda just developed a mind of its own. Happy belated birthday again, @muddyorbsblr 💜 I guess this is also kind of for you too.

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(Thorinduil) Home (129 words) by EsculentEvil

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Hobbit - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Thorin Oakenshield/Thranduil Characters: Thranduil (Tolkien), Thorin Oakenshield Additional Tags: Ambiguous Age, Fluff, Cuddling & Snuggling, Metaphors, Home, Comfort, Love, Self-Indulgent Series: Part 35 of Evil's Thorinduil Headcanons Summary:

To Thranduil, Thorin is built like a house of bricks.

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🧡Oh hey there!🧡

Welcome to ✨my blog✨. I'm Rae and I'm just trying my best here. My main topic here is Steddie and Stranger Things all around. I have completely spiraled and hyper fixated on it since Volume 1, and it's been consuming my brain ever since. This post is mainly to say hi!, let you know a few things and give you access to my main posts.

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Here is the masterlist of my fics so far! *updated 7/26/23 completely, in process of update 4/26/24

Series:

Father Figures (completed and available on ao3)

pt. 1

pt. 2

I wonder if you look both ways (When you cross my mind) 🐝･ﾟ ･ﾟ·:｡･ﾟﾟ･✦ʚɞ (ongoing)

pt. 1

pt. 2

pt. 3

pt. 4

Tattooed Steve (ongoing)

pt. 1

pt. 2

The Long Con (ongoing) (available on ao3)

pt. 1

pt. 2

Sibling Adventures of El and Steve (ongoing)

(still steddie heavy, and can be read stand-alone, not majorly connected)

Dad's going to be angry

Sleep Demon

Quality Time

more el and steve

✧˖°.AO3 FICS✧˖°.

Craved Oblivion Series (Hunger Games AU) *ongoing*

A Martyr's Lullaby *completed*

tbd

tbd

Better Late than Never (Just Don't Make Me Wait Forever) 

But You'll Have This Place to Call Home, Always 

Father Figures 

The Long Con *ongoing*

Huggin' and a-kissin', dancin' and a-lovin'

One Shots:

Say "I love you" before you go

Father's Day

Good Morning

Is This Okay?

First Kiss

“You Hurt Me” (real title pending)

Take the Crisis Back

Emergency Kiss

Deja Vu

Drugs are Kicking in

Eavesdropping

Placeholders

Celebrate Softly

After the Beep

Track 7

Birthday Parties and Secret Signals

(these are more popular ones/or really recent ones I have too many to list! There are plenty more in my blog if you’re curious. Most should be tagged with #mywriting or #writingprompts)

I also have plenty of writing prompts, as my brain runs a mile a minute, and I adore it when people feel inspired by my writing so feel free to explore.

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Confess Your Sins

William Ransome x Reader

Words: 1.4k

Summary: Confession has never been more fun. Especially when Reverend Ransome isn't above sinning himself...

Warnings: NSFW, minors DNI; cockwarming, semi-public sex, vaginal sex, humiliation kink, biting, historically inaccurate; I chose violence with this one, so prepare yourselves. 😂

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Sunlight shone through the high church windows, casting warm shadows. You looked up at Will, trying to sit still as his blue eyes stared you down.

Heavy feet shuffled along the wooden floor only a few inches away. A few seconds later, the small window of the confessional booth opened from the other side.

“Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. My last confession was two weeks ago.”

Your teeth ground together.

Will shifted to open the small window on his side, causing his cock to hit a different angle deep inside your cunt. A flash of heat raced up your spine. You clenched around him, inhaling sharply through your nose.

Will gave you a warning look and adjusted you on his lap to make sure you weren’t visible from the other booth. Then he opened the wooden clasp to let the confession begin.

Your hands balled into fists.

Will’s eyes never left your face while he listened to the confession, occasionally shifting in his seat. Every twitch of his hips, no matter how small, sent sparks through your body. You could feel every vein, every ridge of his cock as it dragged along your walls. Another desperate whimper rose in your throat and you swallowed it down with a soundless gasp of air.

Will let his hands rest on your thighs. He squeezed gently, his palms running up and down your thighs in a maddening rhythm while the man in the other booth rambled on, blissfully unaware of the sinful events happening just a few inches away.

Your body arched on Will’s lap as he squeezed your thighs again, rougher this time. His grip was firm and steady, those long fingers digging into your skin, applying pressure and releasing again. His blue eyes never left your face while you squirmed under his watching gaze.

You rolled your hips against him and quickly had to muffle your desperate sounds behind your palm when he responded by thrusting upwards into you without warning. It was still rather tame compared to what Will was capable of when he truly let himself go. But even that gentle thrust had you whimpering in desperation as your walls clenched, squeezing his cock mercilessly.

“Reverend?”

The man’s voice from the other booth hit you in the face, knocking the air out of your lungs. You froze.

Will’s eyes grew wide.

He let out a deep breath before continuing with the confession.

His voice wavered every now and then, making your walls flutter around his cock. His hips bucked upwards in response and you let out a string of desperate noises, pressing your palm even firmer over your mouth to stifle your moans.

Will’s breath hitched again as he listened to your muffled whimpers and moans. He groaned quietly and everything started over again. It was a vicious cycle of blissful torture.

By the time the man finally left, you were shaking. Your hands clutched Will’s shoulders as you rocked back and forth on top of him, trying desperately to chase your oncoming orgasm.

Will’s hands firmly held your waist, controlling your movements. He was guiding you along at a rather slow pace, but you knew he wouldn’t be able to keep that up much longer. His jaw clenched, the firm grip on your hips sometimes growing almost painful as his fingers dug harshly into your waist whenever you rolled your hips a certain way.

You bit down on your lip to keep the moans in that threatened to escape your mouth. God, how much you wanted him. How much you needed him.

You gave Will a pleading look, grinding down on his cock with enough force that your eyes watered as it dragged along your walls so perfectly.

Will sucked in a sharp breath, his blue eyes narrowing. He had that crinkle between his eyebrows as he frowned at you, a telltale sign that his restraint was slowly slipping.

Please!, you mouthed, trying to convey all your desperation in that one word. Trying to make him understand.

Will groaned under his breath. He just looked at you for a moment, his blue eyes mirroring the same desperation that burned you alive from the inside. Then he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours.

The heat of his kiss left you breathless. Your lips parted obediently, allowing Will's tongue to slip into your mouth and explore. Your breath hitched as he nudged your tongue with his own and challenged it to play along.

“Reverend Ransome?”

The voice came from outside the booth.

An icy shiver raced down your spine. Will froze. He slowly pulled away from your lips and you exchanged a look of shock.

Your heart hammered away against your ribcage, your breathing suddenly way too loud in the small space of the confessional booth.

Whoever was there would only have to pull back the curtain to discover the two of you.

Your disheveled state would be somewhat simple to explain; maybe you’d started feeling sick. Then it would depend on your acting to make the person believe it.

Will’s pants being unbuttoned while he literally held you on his lap? That would be far more difficult.

Then again, the thing people would see was you on Will's lap…

The steps outside drew even closer. “Reverend?”

Will gasped quietly. He tightened his grip on your hips until it became almost painful. His cock twitched.

You stared at him in surprise, confused by the reaction.

Your hand flew over your mouth again as Will surged forward. He started thrusting his hips in earnest, the force of it making you bounce on his lap.

The wood of the confessional booth creaked quietly under the strength of Will’s thrusts as he snapped his hips into you like a man possessed.

You’d never seen him like this before.

You clung to his shoulder with your free hand, digging your fingers in as you held on for dear life. Every new snap of Will’s hips sent you tumbling closer and closer to the edge.

A muffled groan left your mouth as he whispered into your ear, his voice rough and almost demanding.

“Touch yourself for me.”

You frowned for a second.

He couldn't be serious...

If you did that, you’d either have to let go of his shoulder and fall, or you’d have no way to keep yourself quiet.

Will only narrowed his eyes and emphasized his words with a harsh thrust.

A small, desperate noise left your lips as you quickly nodded your head. Your hand left your mouth, instead sliding between your legs to rub your clit. The moan you so desperately wanted to let out instead turned into a breathless sigh as every brush of your fingertips brought you even closer to the release you craved. It burned under your skin like a kindling flame.

Will groaned under his breath and buried his face in the crook of your neck, rutting into you at an even more desperate pace. Your breath hitched as he bit into your shoulder. His teeth dug into your skin to muffle his loud moan as he came hard.

The combined sensation was almost enough to send you over the edge.

You threw your head back, your hips bucking into your hand as you tried to hold back the groan of frustration that was building in your throat.

You could almost taste the sweet release of your orgasm…

Will gently pushed your hand away and replaced your fingers with his own.

A strangled whimper ripped from your lips as his lightly calloused fingertips unraveled you in a matter of seconds. Pleasure raced through your body like lightning and you threw your head back, letting the overwhelming emotions escape your mouth in a deep sigh of ecstasy.

Will wrapped his free arm around you and held you close. He helped you ride out your orgasm until you were fully spent, then embraced you tightly when you collapsed forward into his chest.

You looked up at him with a soft, exhausted smile and caressed his cheek with your fingertips.

Will chuckled before he leaned forward to kiss you.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, your lips moving slowly against his as you basked in the warmth that Will’s gentle kisses sparked in your chest.

The steps outside the confessional booth moved away. Then the dull bang of the church door echoed in the silence.

This was supposed to come out in time for the Valentine Event by @muddyorbsblr but then I got swamped by uni stress. I hope you still enjoyed it. 😄💜

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I'm thirsting over a certain priest right now, so I started writing a little something. Not sure yet when it'll be ready but I figured I'd give you guys an idea of what's in store for you. 😏

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Meep

Eyes On The Road...

I blame you guys for this. @lokisgoodgirl @lokischambermaid @ijuststareatstuffhereok89

Words: 425

Warnings: 18+ themes; Loki thirst

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A Work of Art

Here, have this random thing I wrote instead of sleeping. Dedicated to @mischief2sarawr to hopefully make up for a shitty birthday.

Warnings: NSFW, 18+

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Loki’s soft groans echoed through the quiet room.

Your hand was wrapped delicately around his cock as you stroked him at an agonizing pace; too fast yet too slow at the same time.

You brushed his tip with your thumb, making him hiss sharply through his teeth. His back arched off the mattress.

“Mercy, darling! Surely I did nothing to warrant this – ohhhh – this torture...”

You grinned to yourself as Loki stared up at you with hooded eyes, silently pleading with you. You sped up your pace a little bit, gripping him tighter.

Loki’s mouth fell open as a guttural moan ripped from his throat. He bucked his hips, thrusting upwards into your hand, desperately chasing his relief that was waiting just around the corner.

“I-I’m – ohhh, yes – I’m close, love. Please let me come, I’ve been so patient… Uhhhh, please! Please let me come!”

You smiled as you continued your pace up and down his cock, not taking your hand away this time. You’d denied him long enough. Just as much as you’d deprived yourself of the beautiful sight of Loki losing himself in ecstasy.

With a final twist of your wrist, you sent him over the edge.

Watching Loki come undone never failed to amaze you. His face grew slack as pleasure overwhelmed his senses. His back arched in a graceful bow, the image burning itself into your brain for you to conjure up during lonely nights when he was away on missions. Loki's moans were like music; your favorite song that you could play on a loop for hours without ever growing tired of it.

You enjoyed his expression of pure bliss for a second before your hand wrapped around him again, setting an almost brutal pace.

Loki's eyes flew open. Pain twisted his peaceful features as a whimper fell from his lips. A wordless plea for mercy.

Your lips stretched into a wicked grin.

"What, you thought I'd be satisfied watching you come once? Oh no… I'll keep going until you've got nothing left."

Tagging the rest of SAS, I think you might enjoy this 😄

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Hungry For Your Living Kiss [sub Loki Smut]

Sub TDW!Loki x Dom fem!reader

Summary: Loki has been locked up in his cell on Asgard for a while. You are one of Frigga’s maids and visit Loki regularly to bring him new books, as ordered by Frigga herself. The only difference: you choose to hand them over in person. Loki has developed an interest in you but he’s buried too deep in guilt and self-hatred to do anything about it. When you visit him again after he wakes up from a nightmare, Loki finally cracks.

Words: 5.7k

Warnings: NSFW! 18+  sub!Loki, dom!reader, face-slapping, praise kink, unprotected sex, vaginal sex, body worship, trauma, Loki having a panic attack, mentions of torture under Thanos, discussion of consent and boundaries, Loki being a soft cinnamon roll

Well, there we go. I’ve actually written smut for once, big surprise! This fic kinda developed a mind of its own at some point and now this is the end result. I don’t know what happened… 😂

Thanks to @lokisgoodgirl​ for inspiring me and being a cheerleader, and also thanks to @lokischambermaid​ for encouraging me to actually go through with writing this nonsense. I hope you enjoy it.

@muddyorbsblr​ I hope you like this too!

I haven’t written smut in a long time, so this is basically my first official attempt in... 3 years, I think. Please be kind. 😅

The title is inspired by the poem “If I Was Dead” by Carol Ann Duffy. I love her poetry and every single one of her works gives me Loki vibes. I can only recommend you check it out.

Loki stared grimly into the dungeon hallway, his vision obscured by the orange glow of Asgardian magic trapping him in this dreaded cage.

With nothing to do but reading.

And maybe waiting on new material – not that he was concerned about the plays and mythology retellings his mother kept bringing to him.

“The books I sent, do they not interest you?”

Loki bit back a comment about how he was far more interested in the maid delivering them than he cared about the books themselves. He paused, taking a deep breath to steady himself before he turned away from the wall to face his mother.

“Is that how I am to wile away eternity?”

Loki’s voice was calm, though the words sent a flash of pain through him.

Trapped in this cell, forgotten by the world. All alone.

Bitterly, he added, “Reading.”

“I’ve done everything in my power to make you comfortable, Loki.”

Frigga’s calm words carried a certain emotion that he couldn’t quite place. Loki looked up at his mother, interrupting his mindless pacing around the cell.

“Have you?” he asked slowly.

He took a step towards her, allowing a hint of pain into his voice as he eyed his mother with his usual façade of indifference.

“Does Odin share your concern? Does Thor?”

The look she gave him in response made Loki want to laugh. “It must be so inconvenient, them asking after me day and night…”

Frigga ignored his comment, as she always did.

Memories of his childhood rose from the depth of Loki’s mind, how his mother had smiled in amusement whenever he showed her something he cared about. He’d been so convinced that she cared about his stories, that she was listening with interest.

Now, Loki couldn’t help but wonder how much of it had just been her being amused at his childish joy. If she’d simply waved his passions aside like they didn’t matter.

Had she ever truly listened?

Frigga frowned at him. Her stern eyes trapped Loki under their stare, preventing him from hiding behind his carefully-constructed mask again.

“You know full well it was your actions that brought you here.”

Loki bit his tongue, fighting a memory that threatened to close in on him.

Your actions…

“My actions.” he echoed in a dull voice, turning away from Frigga to pace around the cell again. His stride was more forceful now, every step crushing a painful memory beneath his sturdy boots.

Loki soon found himself arguing with his mother, finally allowing himself to release a fraction of the weight he’d carried on his shoulders since his childhood days. Frigga’s insistence on his parentage ignited a storm deep within his chest, his ears filling with white noise while she continuously compared his actions to Odin’s.

“HE’S NOT MY FATHER!” Loki finally interrupted her, screaming the words right into her face.

Frigga didn’t remain quiet for long even though she’d taken a step back at his loud voice. “Then am I not your mother?” she asked softly, her ancient eyes filled with sadness.

Loki stared at her, his mouth opening and closing as he choked on all the things he’d always wanted to tell her. When he finally managed to say something, it turned out to be the worst possible option he could have chosen. He already regretted the words before they even left his mouth.

“You’re not.”

Frigga just looked at him, that same deep sadness from before still on her face.

Loki reached out, wanting to apologize, to touch her, to hold her. Anything.

His hand faded straight through hers.

Frigga’s eyes didn’t leave him as she slowly dissolved into sparks of magic.

Loki stared at the spot where she’d stood only a second ago. His chest constricted painfully as their conversation repeated in his head.

You know full well it was your actions that brought you here.

He shut his eyes, trying to hold back the memories of what he’d done in the past two years. What he’d been forced to do.

As usual, Loki was too weak to fight the onslaught of pictures and sounds. They overwhelmed him, playing out in front of him in blindingly bright colors.

The screams. The pain. The view of all the destruction from atop Stark Tower, in that brief moment where he’d finally been himself again. The way Thor had pleaded with him, right before he’d lost control once more…

Loki’s legs gave out beneath him. He stumbled to the ground, the impact shooting a flash of hot, burning pain up his spine. Tears trickled down his cheeks before he even knew he was crying.

Your fault. Weak, useless, despicable.

Loki pressed his forehead against the cold stone floor, his hands balled into fists next to his face.

The whispers didn’t cease. They only increased in volume as a single word stood out among the storm of insults. It echoed off the walls, digging its claws deep into Loki’s trembling body.

Monster.

Loki awoke with a start. He blinked against sleep’s firm hold, trying to shake the remnants of his dream – or rather, his nightmare. He barely remembered anything and the pictures faded quickly as he reached consciousness.

He could still hear the screams though. They always followed him, even when he was awake.

Loki slowly sat up. His entire body protested and his limbs ached as he tried to make sense of his surroundings. He paid it no mind.

He’d survived so much worse…

Loki stared at the hard surface beneath him in confusion; he must have fallen asleep on the floor. No wonder he’d been plagued by a nightmare.

Not that his waking hours were free of horror. The ghosts of the past two years followed him like a shadow even when he was wide-awake. No matter how hard he tried, he simply couldn’t escape them.

Loki wiped at his eyes to brush away the first tears rolling down his face. He gritted his teeth, ultimately failing to control himself as he gave in to the pain.

It would be one of those days again…

Voices rang out in the dungeon hallway. The two guards with their rough, ceremonious language – and then a third person, speaking in a much more joyful tone.

Loki froze. An ice-cold flash shot through him as he stared at the nontransparent cell wall.

No. You couldn’t be here, not right now!

He couldn’t let you see him like this, crying on the floor like some pathetic wimp. You deserved his best behavior, the charming prince who treated you like royalty. Not this…this sobbing moron.

Loki tried to hide his tears, desperately rubbing at his face with his sleeve. It was no use. Fresh tears continued to spill from his eyes, no matter how harshly he wiped the old ones away.

You entered the cell, the pile of books in your arms so high that it obscured your vision. You’d brought more than usual this time.

Maybe Frigga had added some books to teach him a lesson after their fight…

Loki shuffled backwards until his spine met the wall. He suppressed a pained hiss as his back protested at the impact and instead pulled his knees up towards his chest, trying his best to hide himself from you.

“Good morning, your highness. I hope I’m not too early. Queen Frigga requested that I deliver these as soon as possible.”

Your voice was far too chipper for the current time of day.

You carefully set the pile of books down onto the chair, reaching out to catch one of them before it could fall to the floor. Afterwards you turned around, quickly wiping your hands on your clothes as you searched for him.

“I know you probably haven’t finished the old ones yet, so I thought I’d just –“

Loki could tell when you spotted him cowering in the corner. He tried to make himself even smaller, wishing he could just fade into the wall.

An expression of deep concern washed over your beautiful features. You hurried across the room to kneel beside him, cupping his face between your palms.

“Are you alright?”

Loki could only stare at you in disbelief. His crying ceased, the pain replaced by utter shock at your proximity.

Did you forget who you were talking to? That you couldn’t just touch–

A shiver ran through him as your thumbs softly wiped his tears away. The careful, almost loving caress fueled the ache in his chest, though it was another kind of longing this time.

Why were you being so gentle with him? Why weren’t you running from him like everyone else?

Your touch became stronger. You angled his face towards you, leaving Loki no choice but to look at you.

“Are you alright, your highness?”

The title made him shiver, even though you’d addressed him in this manner countless times before ever since Thor had dragged him back to Asgard.

Something about your soft voice as you said the words this time was different.

It almost sounded like a term of endearment…

Loki’s mouth fell open, a quiet gasp slipping out against his will. His hand flew up and covered his mouth as he stared at you, embarrassment at his own reaction stunning him into silence.

You studied his face. A smile spread over your features – gods, you were truly beautiful – when you carefully pulled Loki’s hand away from his face. You placed it ever so gently against your cheek instead, closing your eyes for a second and leaning into the touch before you pressed your lips against it, softly kissing the palm of his hand.

Loki couldn’t breathe. He stared at you, your boldness leaving him completely speechless.

If someone saw you, you’d be executed immediately…

You were still smiling as you kissed his palm a second time, and a third, before your lips gently grazed the soft skin on the inside of his wrist. Your lips left goosebumps in their wake as you slowly kissed along his forearm.

A shiver shook Loki’s body. He gritted his teeth, trying to keep some semblance of composure – not that he’d possessed much to begin with. Your eyes met his while your mouth still brushed against his skin. He audibly gasped this time, the sound far too loud for the silence of the room.

With a soft peck to the inside of his elbow, you lifted your head and sat back on your knees, looking at him expectantly. You smiled, soft with a dash of mischief.

“Does your highness require anything else?”

Loki opened and closed his mouth without making a sound. His silver tongue betrayed him, a situation that didn’t occur often. He could usually rely quite confidently on his eloquence and quick wit.

In this moment, Loki was robbed of that gift. His tongue was immovable as stone inside his mouth.

Ironically he only ever found himself in this position when he was with you.

“I – “ Loki gulped, silently willing his mind to come up with anything, anything at all. It disobeyed him when he watched a small smile form on your face.

Oh, how badly he wanted to feel your lips on his skin again.

“Kiss me…”

It was intended as a command, authoritarian and cold to remind you of your place.

Instead, Loki’s voice was shaky, the volume barely above a whisper. Heat rushed to his cheeks and he gave in, covering his face behind his hands to hide his embarrassment.

Your amused chuckle disrupted the silence, accompanied by the shuffling of fabric. A shaky breath later, your hands grabbed Loki’s wrists, slowly pulling them away from his face.

He barely dared to look at you.

Surely you’d laugh at him, mock him, tell him how ridiculous –

Your fingers caressed his chin, slowly pushing his head up until Loki had no other choice but to look at you. Your eyes were kind, without any of the mockery he had grown so accustomed to. Your thumb gently stroked over his skin.

When you smiled at him, it was like the sun came out.

“What did you ask of me, my prince?”

Loki blinked, completely entranced by your presence. Your words repeated in his head, over and over again.

My prince…

He took a shaky breath, exhaling slowly before he opened his mouth. His voice was stronger this time, though it still trembled ever so slightly.

“Kiss me.”

Loki leaned forward, the tip of his nose brushing against yours. “Please,” he whispered.

He was begging now but he didn’t care anymore. How could he, when you looked at him like he was the most precious being in the universe.

Your fingertips trailed upwards from his chin, cupping his cheek in the palm of your hand. Loki nuzzled into your touch, making you smile for the duration of a second before you pulled him towards you.

Your lips connected with his. Loki swore he stopped breathing.

Everything slowed down as if hit by a freezing spell. Even the silence faded away that’d been so deafening a few minutes ago. Loki could only sit still, completely overwhelmed by the heat of your body, the gentle pressure of your lips against his…

They were slightly chapped, something he hadn’t noticed before. And incredibly soft…

A shaky sigh left Loki’s mouth as he gave in. He returned your kiss, moving his lips cautiously against yours. His eyelids fluttered shut and he relaxed against your body, his hands clenching into fists at his sides as he fought against the urge to touch you.

He would never forgive himself if he hurt you…

You shifted to straddle him, your knees resting on either side of his thighs. Carefully, so carefully, you reached for his hands, peeling his fingers apart before placing them on your waist.

Loki groaned. Your weight above him made his head spin. He dug his fingers softly into your hips, straining his neck upwards to kiss you again from this new angle.

You pulled your head back and pressed your finger to his lips.

“And what do you think you’re doing?” you asked, raising your eyebrows at him.

Loki stared at you in shock. Your commanding tone sent a shiver down his spine.

“I-I’m sorry…” he stuttered, struggling to even get the words out. His throat had become almost painfully dry.

You clicked your tongue dismissively and shook your head.

After a moment of silence you leaned forward, pressing a kiss to the tip of his nose. Loki’s face scrunched as he pouted. You simply giggled in response, kissing his nose once again.

Your lips began to trail over his skin, to his cheek, then his jaw. You grazed your teeth over it, making Loki shiver at the sensation. He closed his eyes as his head fell back against the wall, exposing his neck to you.

Your mouth soon latched onto his throat. Your kisses were starting to linger now.

“Mine,” you whispered softly, tracing your tongue across the main artery in his neck. “All mine…”

Loki’s breath hitched. He’d never thought about belonging to someone before, at least not in this manner. Something about the sound of your voice as you said it made him tremble beneath you.

Mine...

The words slipped out of Loki’s mouth before he could stop them. “Can I – can I touch you? Please?”

You pulled your mouth away from his neck and raised your eyebrows at him. Your eyes darted to where his hands were holding onto your hips.

“You are touching me.” you said teasingly.

Loki closed his eyes in embarrassment. Yes, he was aware of that – but it wasn’t what he meant and you knew it very well.

“I want to make you feel good. Please, it’s not right that I’m not giving anything back to you.”

Loki barely opened his eyes fast enough to catch the grin that lit up your face. He still saw a hint of it though, the fondness in your smile quickly overtaken by desire as you leaned back, raising your hands in a gesture that he read as, Well, what are you waiting for then?

Loki’s hands carefully moved upwards from your waist while he watched your facial expression for any sign of discontent.

“May I kiss your neck?” he asked softly, just to make sure.

You nodded immediately, tilting your head to give him access.

Having your soft skin displayed right in front of him like this tore a whimper from Loki’s throat. He surged forward and buried his face in the crook of your shoulder, breathing you in. His mouth tenderly caressed the side of your neck.

Your gasp echoed off the walls. You dug your fingers into his hair, pushing his face even further against you.

Loki chuckled at your reaction. He couldn’t believe that he was holding you in his arms right now, that he could kiss you like this.

He would very likely still doubt his memories once he woke up tomorrow.

Loki gave into the desire boiling in his veins. He pressed his lips firmly against you, sucking harshly. You panted above him as he carefully dug his teeth into your neck, making sure he didn’t break skin.

“You’re doing very – mmmm, yes – very well. Who knew that silver tongue was good for – ohhhh – other things as well…”

Loki shivered at your praise. His fingers began to play with your nipples through the fabric of your clothes as he sucked on your neck. His efforts earned him another moan from you, this one even louder.

You pulled his head away from you by his hair, staring down at him with hooded eyes.

“I need to fuck you, now. Will you let me do that?”

Loki nodded without having to think twice.

You reached for his pants, pulling his aching cock free where it had previously strained against the fabric, hard and dripping. Your free hand quickly pulled off your undergarments. You kicked them off before digging your hand into his shoulder for leverage and sinking onto his cock.

Loki couldn’t breathe.

You were a true goddess, your eyes dark with lust as you stared down at him.

You could've asked him for literally anything in that moment and by the gods, he would've done it so willingly. Without question.

Loki’s mouth fell open as you started rolling your hips. A guttural moan echoed through the cell, the sound so primal that he didn’t even recognize it as his own at first.

“Mine,” you growled into his ear, your teeth scraping against his neck, “all mine!”

There it was again, the word that would haunt him in his dreams.

Loki threw his head back. It crashed against the wall but he didn’t care, not even when his spine protested at the painful impact.

Your hand wound itself into his hair, gripping it roughly as you pulled his head back further and pressed your hungry mouth against his throat. A whimper fell from his lips, the sound turning into a low growl when you tugged on his hair.

“Yes,” Loki gasped. His head slammed back into the wall. “I – mmmmh, gods… I – I’m yours!”

It felt incredible to actually say it out loud, like a rush that left him dizzy.

Loki wasn’t sure how much of it was rebellion against the way he’d been raised – a prince declaring himself owned by a servant; all the stuck-up royals at Asgard’s court would gasp and clutch their pearls – and how much was the idea of belonging to you. Of being yours.

It didn’t really matter either way.

Loki squeezed his eyes shut, chanting the word until his voice cracked. Yours, yours, yours…

Your moans echoed in his ear as your hips moved faster, grinding into him relentlessly.

He’d never felt this close to Valhalla.

You kissed him again, your hands still buried in his hair. Your kisses took his breath away, suffocating him and bringing him back to life at the same time. Loki’s hands grabbed your hips tightly, clinging to you as he desperately tried not to drown.

Gods, he loved you.

Loki froze. The blood in his veins that had just been on fire turned to ice in a matter of seconds. Even your lips were cold now as they pressed against his.

He couldn’t love you. He couldn’t do that to you.

Words echoed through Loki’s mind. Words that kept him up at night, accompanying his nightmares so often that he saw the scene replay around him even though his eyes were wide open.

If you fail, if the Tesseract is kept from us, there will be no realm, no barren moon, no crevice where he can not find you.

Loki’s breathing picked up.

Thanos would find him. He’d kill anyone in his way to get to Loki, anyone who mattered to him, just to watch him suffer – a punishment for his failure.

If Thanos found out how much Loki cared for you…

The air was too thin now, his tunic gripping his chest so tightly that he wheezed, still unable to breathe properly.

What if –

A sharp pain on his cheek snapped him back to reality.

Loki gasped, his body surging forward as he struggled to fill his lungs with air.

He reached out, searching purchase. Something to hold onto, to ground himself. Something real.

Your arms wrapped around him from where you were now kneeling next to him on the floor, holding him against you.

Loki’s hands clung to your waist, gripping you tightly in a desperate attempt to center himself as his forehead fell against your shoulder. Your hand gently ran through his hair while you mumbled something in a soothing voice. The other hand stroked over his cheek, providing a sensation for him to focus on.

Loki didn’t know how much time passed until he finally dared to lift his head from your shoulder. His eyes fixed on the pendant around your neck, staring at it as if he wanted to commit every little carving in the material to memory.

You didn’t rush him, just calmly playing with his hair until Loki slowly raised his gaze to meet yours. You seemed surprisingly calm. He couldn’t spot any confusion or anger on your face, nothing but a soft smile.

“Are you alright?” you asked carefully.

Loki paused, taking a few breaths. Then he nodded.

“Yes,” he replied, surprised by the steady sound of his voice. He cleared his throat. “What, er, what happened?”

Your tongue darted out to wet your lips. Loki stared for a moment before he caught himself and looked away.

“You didn’t respond anymore when I tried to talk to you. You were just…” you lifted your hand from his cheek and waved it through the air in search of words, “you were frozen. And, well, I… I had to find a way to bring you back.”

You lowered your eyes for a moment.

Loki slowly raised his hand to the side of his face that was still tingling. His eyebrows rose as he stared at you, realization dawning on him.

A sheepish smile twitched at the corners of your mouth.

“Did you hit me?” Loki asked, completely dumbfounded.

You chuckled, looking at him with what he presumed to be a mixture of embarrassment and playfulness. “I had to get you back! What was I supposed to do?”

“Not slap me, perhaps? Surely you could’ve figured out something else!”

Loki rubbed his cheek, grumbling under his breath as you chuckled. He shook his head in disbelief.

You’d just slapped him. Right across the face, with all your might.

His mind conjured an image before he could stop it.

You raising your hand, your palm colliding with his cheek, the sharp burn as you hit him.

Loki bit back the groan that threatened to rise in his throat. He couldn’t suppress the shiver running up his spine, though. His body twitched.

You looked at him with barely concealed amusement, a knowing grin on your face.

Loki rolled his eyes, turning his head away from you. He was still unable to shake the mental image and it confused him greatly.

Your fingers caressed the sensitive spot on his cheek where you’d struck him a few minutes ago.

You applied pressure. Loki hissed sharply through gritted teeth.

Your amused laughter erupted right next to his ear.

“You know…” you said slowly, your hand dropping from his face to play with the tips of his messy hair instead, “I could just… hit you again. If you want to see how it feels.”

Loki’s breath hitched. He squeezed his eyes shut until he saw spots but it didn’t help him gain control over the onslaught of confusing thoughts.

The image in his head just wouldn’t go away.

Loki looked over at you, huffing grumpily for good measure.

You smiled at him, your fingers still tangled in his hair. Your other hand now cupped the unharmed side of his face while your thumb stroked over his cheekbone.

“We don’t have to do it if you don’t want to,” you assured him.

Your voice was soft but firm. It calmed the chaotic thoughts racing through Loki’s head, although he didn’t know why. Maybe he was underestimating just how much power you truly held over him.

He trusted you though, he knew that with every fiber of his being.

Loki took a deep breath. When he spoke, his voice was barely above a whisper.

“I – I would like to… I would like to try it.”

You studied his face carefully. “Are you sure?”

Loki nodded. He didn’t have to think this time.

“Alright. We’ll try one and then see how you feel, yes?”

Your voice was still gentle but it now carried a hint of determination. Loki shivered. He nodded again.

You gave him a stern look, similar to the one his mother always used with him. “Words, your highness.”

“Y-yes,” Loki stammered quickly, nodding his head in confirmation.

Your fingertips stroked his unscathed cheek one last time before you raised your hand, looking at him questioningly. When he nodded, you slapped him swiftly across the face.

Loki’s mouth fell open, a moan ripping from his throat. Pleasure washed over him like a wave as his body surged forward, almost as if it were chasing after the pain. He doubled over, forearms resting on his thighs to steady himself while he shivered and gasped for breath.

Before he’d met you, Loki was sure he knew pain. He’d experienced enough of it to last multiple lifetimes, even where Asgardians were concerned.

He didn’t know it could feel this good though.

Loki slowly straightened again, his breath still coming in short pants. He looked at you, only to discover that you were watching him intently, carefully taking in his facial expressions and his body language.

You gently held his face between your palms, stroking your thumbs over his cheekbones.

“Are you alright? I didn’t hit you too hard, did I?”

Loki shook his head to the best of his ability, your hands brushing across his skin. “No,” he said slowly.

You smiled at him, some of the worry leaving your eyes. You reached out to push some of his messy dark hair away from his face.

“Do you want me to do it again?”

Your tone was casual now, as if you were discussing the weather.

“Yes! But –” Loki interrupted himself, awkwardly pointing towards his lap, “w-would – um, would you…”

You giggled under your breath and grabbed his cock, slowly sinking back onto him. Your combined moans reverberated around the cell.

Loki’s hands clutched your hips as you started rocking back and forth on top of him. He tried to keep his grip light enough that he wouldn’t impact your movement while still having something to hold on to.

Loki’s hips instinctively jerked upwards and he groaned low in his throat.

You didn’t punish him for it this time. Instead you smiled and lifted a hand from the back of his neck, softly brushing your fingertips over his cheek.

After a moment, you pulled your hand back, eyeing him questioningly.

Loki nodded and closed his eyes, his breathing picking up in anticipation.

His head flew to the side as you slapped him again, hard. The sound echoed through the cell.

A hot flash raced up his spine, making Loki cry out in pleasure. The stinging sensation almost tipped him over the edge.

“Th-th-thank you,” he stammered once he was able to speak again. His face burned from humiliation and pleasure.

You smirked, pulling Loki into a rough kiss. Your hips continued their maddening pace that made his head spin all over again

“Again,” Loki urged softly once you broke the kiss, “p-please, again.”

You paused and frowned at him, slowing down the movement of your hips. He whined loudly in protest.

“What was that?” you asked slowly, a hint of darkness in your voice.

Loki shuddered, squeezing his eyes shut as he battled the last remaining shred of his pride.

“Please… please hit me again, Y/n.”

He cringed, ashamed of the utter desperation in his voice. This was so far from the behavior his mother had taught him, so unlike what his golden brother had always been praised for during their childhood.

However, when you resumed the grinding of your hips on top of him – moving even faster than you did previously – and leaned forward to capture his mouth in a passionate kiss, Loki found he didn’t care. He simply let go, allowing you to do whatever you wanted.

You broke the kiss soon after, smiling in amusement as his lips chased after yours.

“Well done. Just close your eyes and enjoy it.”

Loki complied, a drawn-out moan falling from his lips as you started bouncing on his cock.

“Yes, th-th– ohhhh – th-thank you – mmmm, just like that… Please hit me again, I want it so badly, I – ohhhhh, GODS!”

Your hand had come down onto his face again, striking him so hard that his ears were ringing. This time however, you’d slapped him on the other cheek.

Loki swore he saw stars. The sharp sting pushed him over the edge and he spilled inside of you, your name falling from his lips in a broken scream. He remained sitting propped up against the wall as waves of pleasure rolled over him, leaving him a trembling, moaning mess.

You bounced on top of him, your head thrown back towards the ceiling while you chased your own release. You reached between your legs, rubbing your clit relentlessly until you came with a strained cry.

Loki caught you in his arms as you slumped forward into his chest, spent and exhausted. He stroked the back of your head with tender fingers, smiling to himself in awe and disbelief.

How in the hels did he deserve you?

You hummed softly, burying your face in his shirt. You remained that way until your heartbeat slowed down and your breathing returned to normal.

Loki’s breath caught in his throat when you finally raised your head to look at him, leaning in to kiss him so lovingly that he forgot everything around him.

All that mattered was you.

Loki woke up slowly, feeling rested and calm for the first time in forever. He found himself curled up in his chair, which explained why he wasn’t in as much pain as usual.

He didn’t remember lying down to sleep though.

He couldn’t remember when he’d last slept without nightmares either.

Loki stretched carefully, not quite trusting the lack of pain just yet. After all, he’d learned the hard way how easily his body could be manipulated, how it felt to lose control of his own hands only to wake up to find them covered in blood that he didn’t remember spilling.

Loki yawned, rubbing at his eyes while he slowly shifted into a sitting position.

Today would be a good day, he could feel it. He really deserved one.

Someone pointedly cleared their throat.

Loki flinched, his eyes almost falling out of his head when he spotted Frigga standing in the middle of his cell.

“Mother! What are you doing here?”

Their conversation two days prior came back to him. Loki practically jumped out of the chair, the quick motion making him dizzy. He pushed the feeling aside.

“Mother, I apologize for –“

Frigga only lifted her hand, effectively silencing him.

“No need,” she said graciously, a hint of her usual loving tone resonating in her voice. “You’re forgiven.”

Loki stared at her, a weight falling off his shoulders as he processed her words. He took a deep breath of relief.

His mother’s presence still confused him though. Why was she here?

Frigga smiled at him. When she spoke again, her eyes held a spark of amusement, maybe even mischief.

“I suppose you’ll be interested to hear that I disguised your… encounter with my maid. I wouldn’t want you or Y/n to face punishment over something so trivial.”

Loki’s eyes widened and he was unable to look at his mother. Her words left him torn between shock and disbelief as the realization slowly set in.

He didn’t know what to say, utterly mortified by what she was implying.

Frigga grinned softly and shook her head.

Loki remembered that reaction very well from his childhood, whenever the guards dragged Thor and him towards her after they’d once again done something reckless and incredibly stupid. She’d looked at them with the same expression then as she regarded him with right now.

Frigga took a small step towards him, the movement barely noticeable. The amusement in her eyes dulled, though it didn’t fully disappear.

“I’m so glad that Y/n reciprocates your feelings… but next time, please try to at least conceal yourselves a little bit.”

Loki swallowed and nodded. His face grew hot as his boots suddenly became extremely interesting.

After a while of awkward silence, he slowly dared to raise his head, discovering that Frigga had disappeared. He dropped onto the chair beneath him, burying his face in his hands.

When you came back two days later to deliver new books, Loki barely managed to cast an illusion before your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him into a passionate kiss.

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A Cozy Christmas

Loki x gn!Reader

Summary: Cuddling with Loki in a blanket fort.

Words: 829

Warnings: Food mention

This fic is part of the Secret Santa collab started by @fictive-sl0th. It's for the lovely @springdandelixn. I hope you enjoy it!

The Tower was dark. The corridors seemed deserted – which wasn’t a big surprise since it was a few minutes past midnight. Everyone else was probably asleep.

You tried your very best to be sneaky as you tiptoed back out of the kitchen, careful not to stumble over anything. The whole area looked like a war zone; remnants of Thor and Wanda’s earlier baking session.

To be fair, Wanda had done the baking. Thor was the one causing chaos in an effort to help her.

Your steps echoed loudly in the silence as you hurried back to your room as quickly as possible, holding the plastic container with stolen goods tightly against your chest. You had to stop a couple of times, fully convinced you’d heard someone’s voice; only to continue on your sneaky mission a moment later once nothing happened.

When you finally got back to the safety of your room and closed the door, you let out a deep breath of relief.

Your eyes slowly grew wide as you looked around your room.

“What the hell happened here?”

Almost all of the furniture was gone, making space for what looked like a big tent in the middle of the room. It consisted entirely of soft blankets, a few of which looked very familiar.

Loki’s head poked out of the blanket fort, a ridiculous red Santa hat sitting on top of his messy black hair.

“Was your mission successful, darling?”

You just stared for a second, stunned into silence by the adorable sight in front of you.

A bright smile spread across your face as you walked over to him, holding out the plastic container. You opened it very slowly for dramatic effect.

“The last piece of cake,” you declared proudly.

Loki smiled. “Well done.”

He took the plastic box and grabbed your hand, pulling you gently into the blanket fort.

Your eyes grew wide as you looked around, amazed and baffled. Comfortable looking blankets and pillows were piled up almost everywhere. Fairy lights decorated the walls.

You let yourself fall into the soft pillows, still overwhelmed by the whole situation.

“How did you… What…”

Loki sat down next to you, chuckling softly. He wrapped his arm around you and shrugged.

“I simply wanted to make sure that your Christmas is special this year. And what better way to do that than by enjoying some time together, hm?”

You snuggled into his chest, smiling happily as he pulled you even closer. “I love it. Thank you…”

Loki pressed a soft kiss to your temple before waving his hand. Your laptop appeared in between the blankets.

You looked up at Loki, frowning in confusion. He just smiled softly and shrugged.

“I figured this was the perfect occasion to watch that children’s movie you’ve told me so much about.”

You returned his smile, crossing your arms playfully. “Okay first of all, Disney movies aren’t just for kids.”

Loki raised his eyebrows as if he was waiting for you to elaborate.

You clicked around on the laptop, turning on the movie and quickly pausing it. You angled the laptop differently to make sure you could both see the screen properly.

“This isn’t ideal, but we’ll make it work.”

Loki chuckled and pushed the laptop back over to you. He waved his hand again.

“You constantly seem to forget that I possess magical abilities, my love.”

The Disney logo appeared on the wall of your little tent. A second later you found yourself wrapped comfortably in your favorite blanket.

You gasped in surprise. “Is this our own home cinema now or what?”

Loki snuggled closer to you, his long legs tangling with yours under the blanket. “I’m afraid I don’t know what that means, darling.” he said with a soft chuckle, “Is it a good thing?”

A happy giggle slipped out of your mouth as Loki’s foot brushed against your leg. He was wearing the ridiculously fuzzy socks you’d gotten him as a joke present for his birthday last year; the ones you’d never actually expected him to put on.

You kissed his cheek, grinning softly.

“It’s definitely a good thing. This is like our own home theater! Best Christmas ever, I love it!”

A small smile appeared on Loki’s face.

“You do?” he asked slowly, looking at you with a hopeful expression.

You simply leaned in and pressed your lips against his, kissing him tenderly. The tiny bell at the tip of his Santa hat chimed in the background as he wrapped his arms around you and returned the kiss with just as much love.

Eventually you pulled away, holding Loki’s face between your palms.

“I love it,” you whispered, “thank you.”

Loki smiled happily. He kissed your forehead as you snuggled into his side again and pressed play on your laptop to start the movie.

You spent the rest of the night wrapped up in his arms, which you didn’t mind at all.

This was exactly where you wanted to be.

My three words were: blankets, (fuzzy) socks, cake.

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Devil Incarnate

Avenger Loki x Reader (gn!reader)

Summary: You’ve been assigned a honeytrap mission, which should be easy. Should. Unfortunately, Loki is your assigned partner. And to make matters worse, he’s been given an upgrade that makes him look even more irresistible.

Words: 923

Warnings: 18+ themes, Loki thirst, explicit language

Contains: sassy Nat, seductive Loki

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You had probably never regretted your career choice as much as you did right now.

Sure, being an Avenger made you feel like you actually had an impact on the greater scheme of things; like you weren’t just a tiny spec of dust on the window sill of an old mansion. Or something like that.

But for your work to have an impact, you had to be successful first.

The success of this current mission was entirely dependent on your ability to block out any and all distractions… which proved to be quite difficult considering you’d been paired with Loki. Out of all the possible candidates, they’d assigned you the one partner who could bring this whole operation crumbling down with a simple tilt of his head that would make you break cover.

“Earth to Y/n!” Nat’s amused voice erupted in your ear.

You flinched, almost knocking over a glass.

That would surely get you caught…

“Eyes on the target. Stop mentally undressing Loki… there’s plenty of time for that later.”

You grumbled a retort under your breath despite knowing full well that it wouldn’t help. Nothing ever helped when Nat knew she’d hit a mark.

You pushed your glass out of elbow reach and looked up at the scene unfolding at the pool table in the middle of the bar.

A small group of people had gathered around it, including Loki and the target. The guy was the heir to a multi-million corporation… who just so happened to dabble with nuclear warfare in his spare time.

Loki had spent the entire evening slowly getting closer to him. A well-placed smirk here, subtle compliments there, even some casual touches that he’d played off as an accident… accompanied by a flirtatious wink.

Approximately 20 minutes ago, the target had finally caved and invited Loki to join him and some friends at the pool table; thereby unknowingly sealing his and your fate.

You tried to stay focused on the mission. There was a lot at stake here, after all – too much to risk just because you couldn’t keep your desire for your teammate under control.

It soon proved to be a useless effort.

Loki usually never saw the need to put on a costume, even though he quite enjoyed the theatrical element of it. For this mission however, Tony had given him his newest invention, equipped with special sensors to detect the flash drive you needed to steal. It had been disguised to not arouse any suspicions.

You’d never guessed that Loki wearing glasses would hit you as hard as it did.

Loki was casually leaning against the table, the sleeves of this black shirt rolled up to his elbows. His hair was messy from flirtatiously running his long fingers through it earlier; which he did again just now, tilting his head back lightly as he let out a soft laugh.

Your eyes latched onto his exposed throat. How much you wanted to bury your hands in his hair as you sucked and nibbled on his neck…

Loki’s arm muscles flexed as he readjusted the black glasses on his nose, slowly turning back towards the pool table to make his next move. His upper body bowed over the table, long fingers gently resting on the green fabric while he aimed the pool cue. His eyebrows furrowed in concentration.

You watched with bated breath, your muscles drawn tight like a spring waiting to release.

Loki’s arm shot forward, the pool balls scattering over the board.

When he straightened again, you could have sworn he moved in slow motion. You watched as he shook his head, those messy curls flying through the air.

Your hand clenched into a fist. “Fuck.”

Loki’s eyes flickered over to where you were sitting in a corner. He smirked, just for a second, before he turned back towards the target and whispered into his ear.

“Y/n, for fuck’s sake!” Nat practically yelled at you.

You didn’t have the energy to argue with her. Your mind was still far away.

Approximately 6 ft away, right at the table.

Loki set down the pool cue, his hand resting just above the target’s ass while he followed him out of the bar. They soon disappeared out of your range of sight.

That didn’t mean you couldn’t still hear Loki’s voice in your ear as he whispered filthy promises that set your skin on fire.

Your fingers shook as you paid and slowly made your way towards the exit. You listened to the target’s embarrassed stammering, thinking about how you would probably react the exact same way.

“We are alone now, aren’t we?” Loki whispered.

The fine hairs at the back of your neck stood up. He’d be the death of you, one of these days.

A dull thud came through the comms before you heard Loki’s voice again.

“Flash drive secured. Target unconscious. I will meet you at the location we agreed upon.”

You smiled to yourself. Of course he’d been successful…

You’d almost made it down the stairs to the exit when you heard Loki’s amused whisper through the comms.

“Oh, and Y/n… Next time, please at least try to keep your wanton stare under control, won’t you?”

You almost missed a step, barely managing to grip the handle to save yourself from falling down the stairs.

Loki chuckled, the sound sending a shiver down your spine.

“I appreciate it, I really do… but a mission surely isn’t the best time for it. Wouldn’t you agree, darling?”

Fucking hell.

You were so screwed…

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Deal With The Devil [Dark!Loki x Reader]

​Dom Loki x sub gn!reader

Summary: Your kingdom has fallen into chaos. In your desperation, you request aid from the only ruler powerful enough to help you. But Loki is difficult to convince...

Words: 885

Warnings: 18+ themes; power play, manipulative Loki

A contribution to the Winter Warmers Collection by the amazing @lokisgoodgirl

This is inspired by the song Church by Fall Out Boy. I’m working on a sub!Loki fic with similar vibes.

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The heavy doors fell shut behind you. The loud bang vibrated in your bones.

For a second you just stood there, taking in the extravagance of Asgard’s throne room. Golden pillars, exquisite decorations along the walls that shimmered in the candle light. Nothing could compare.

Especially not the room used by the king’s family back home, which rather served as a business room for anything important. The king even sometimes used the room as his study. It was nothing like this.

“Tell me, little mortal. What brings you to my realm?”

Your eyes snapped towards the throne. The figure sitting on top of it was the very essence of what you’d describe as royalty. Golden armor, a majestic golden helmet with horns on top of messy black hair and a golden staff.

Despite everything, it was his eyes that brought you to your knees. You bowed respectfully before the throne, your gaze fixed on the floor.

“Your Highness, I have come to ask for your aid. My kingdom has been ravaged by war, hunger and poverty. I fear we won’t survive another winter.”

Your heart pounded in your chest as you waited for him to speak. Even your breathing was too loud against the silence that settled heavily on your shoulders.

The echo of heavy steps thundered through the throne room. Your eyes remained fixed on the floor.

A firm hand gripped your chin and tilted your head up.

“And what would you gain from this alliance, little mortal?”

His deep voice made you shiver, just as much as the stare from his blue eyes. You swallowed against the lump in your throat.

“Your Highness, I am but a simple human trying to avoid the certain death of my people. I fear you are the only one with the power to save them.”

Something flashed in his eyes. You could see an emotion almost like recollection or empathy on his face. It only lasted for a second before he raised his head, letting go of your chin.

“And what would I gain from helping you?”

You looked back at the floor. “An ally. In case you ever have any issues on Midgard, or you were in the middle of a war yourself.”

That was rich and you knew it. Your kingdom was small, it definitely didn’t possess enough influence or military strength to help a realm as mighty as Asgard if the situation arose. Not by a long shot.

It didn’t matter; you were desperate. You had to save your people.

His deep laughter shook you right down to your bones.

“Lying to me isn’t wise for someone in your position, little mortal.”

Your breath hitched. His voice had dropped to a deeper pitch, dark and threatening. It rested on your shoulders, pressing you even further to the floor.

“Your Highness, I can assure you –“

He forced your head up once more. His grip was stronger now, long fingers digging painfully into your skin. The burning stare from his blue eyes made the words die on your tongue.

“I am not some simple mortal. I am a King; a God. You’d do wisely to address me as such.”

You couldn’t look away from him. His hand held your head steady and you found yourself caged in by his grip and his stare. You nodded.

“Yes… my King.”

The words tasted strange in your mouth. Yet they felt right, especially when the expression on his face changed. He smiled at you, not losing any of his authority and power. Quite the opposite: his smile only increased it.

“Very good. Now tell me: what would I truly gain from helping you? I know your kingdom well; you have greatly exaggerated its influence and power. If I were ever in a similar position, your meek army would be of no use to me.”

Fear gripped your heart, drenching your whole body in ice. You inhaled sharply. If he didn’t help you, your kingdom and everyone in it would be doomed…

“Anything, my King. Anything you want, it’s yours!”

His eyebrows rose as he looked at you. He released your chin.

This time you didn’t look away. You kneeled at his feet, staring up at him with desperate eyes. You’d give him anything you had, if he only saved your kingdom.

His cold stare slowly became warmer as he smiled; but just like before, the dominant aura remained.

“Anything, you say?”

The almost playful tone sent a shiver down your spine but you didn’t allow yourself to falter as you looked into his eyes. The fate of your kingdom depended on your success.

“Yes, my King. Anything you want.”

He stared down at you in silence, his eyes burning into the very essence of your being.

Your heart stumbled in your chest as he slowly leaned down until his face was almost level with yours.

“Well, little mortal… what if I want you?”

Your knees buckled.

He observed you in silence, his eyes roaming across your body as he waited for your response. That infuriating smile hadn’t left his lips. His stare hypnotized you.

You swallowed hard, accepting your demise.

“Then you shall have me, my King.”

The words had barely left your lips when he leaned in and sealed your fate with a passionate yet gentle kiss.

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Hold Me Now [Loki Smut Blurb]

Soft!Dom Loki x Sub Reader (afab reader)

Words: 747

Warnings: NSFW, 18+; edging, denial, sensory deprivation (blindfold), praise

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Everything was dark. Your heavy breathing echoed through the room, the sound louder than usual since you couldn’t see anything.

Your hands gripped the sheets as another vibration sent shocks through your body. You were so close now... It wouldn’t take much more.

The vibrations disappeared. Your frustrated cry burned in your throat.

“Shh, my love…”

Loki’s breath tickled your ear. The deep baritone of his voice made you squirm even more.

“You’re doing so well, darling… Can you hold out for me?”

You whimpered desperately, shaking your head. You didn’t want to disappoint him but your body was just too sensitive. Loki had kept you right on the edge for hours now – at least that’s what it felt like. If he touched you again, you would come.

“C-can’t!” you managed to say through gritted teeth.

Loki’s hand ran through your hair, the sensation enough to make you tremble.

“Please darling, just one more. I know you can do it. You’ve been so good for me tonight, so perfect. Just one more and I promise I will make you come…”

You groaned quietly.

Even after all of it, you knew you could trust him.

And you did. Wholeheartedly.

You nodded.

Loki’s lips caressed your forehead. “Thank you, my love. Just this last one, I promise you.”

The vibrations returned, stronger this time... or did it only feel that way?

Electric shocks traveled up your spine and your whole body tensed up in response. An almost animalistic growl was torn from your throat.

“C-can’t! Please, I need –“

Loki’s hand gently stroked the top of your head. His lips brushed your forehead again, sending an entirely different kind of shiver through your body.

“Shh…” he whispered softly into your ear. “This is the last one, I promise. You’re doing so well, darling. It won’t take long now. Just hold on, you can do it…”

His voice was the only constant in the darkness, and you clung to it with every last shred of sanity you had left. You wanted to do it, for him. You wanted to make Loki proud.

Just as you were about to tumble over the edge, the vibrations disappeared again. You collapsed onto the bed, shaking violently. Tears were streaming down your face now.

Gentle hands quickly removed the blindfold from your eyes. Loki wrapped his arms around you as he pulled you into a sitting position on his lap. He caressed the back of your head, whispering soothing words into your ear.

Your hands clung to his shirt as you sobbed into his chest.

“I need to come, Loki… I need it so badly… Please, please, please…“

Loki rearranged your body on his lap so you were straddling him. He kissed your head tenderly. “I know, darling, I know… Just lean on me and let me take care of you. I will help you, I promise.”

One of Loki’s hands wandered between your legs while he held you close. His fingertips gently stroked your clit, bringing your hypersensitive body to the edge once again.

You sobbed into his chest, trembling all over. Your voice was barely above a whisper as you begged him to let you come this time.

Loki wrapped his arm tighter around you and held you against his chest, supporting your body as you shook and shuddered in his embrace. He kissed your forehead repeatedly.

“It’s alright, my love. You’re safe with me. Just let go, darling… Yes, there you go, that’s it… I’m so proud of you, you’ve been doing so well. Come for me, my love, you can do it.”

A heart-wrenching sob left your mouth as your orgasm finally washed over you.

Every last bit of strength left your body. You collapsed forward into Loki’s chest, the pleasure coursing through your veins rendering you speechless.

Loki simply held you in his arms until your orgasm subsided. Then he laid you down on the bed and covered your weak body with a blanket before enveloping you in another loving embrace. He whispered something in your ear but the words barely reached you through the white noise in your ears.

You didn’t need to understand though. Loki’s caring tone was enough to reassure you. You snuggled further into his chest, curled up in his embrace. He held you gently, one of his hands caressing your back while he mumbled words you couldn’t decipher.

The deep rumble of Loki’s voice soon guided you into a peaceful slumber.

You were safe.

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Dancing In The Dark (With You Between My Arms)

Loki x fem!Reader

Summary: Tony decides to throw another big party. The theme? Medieval ball. You’ve been cursed to perform a dance routine, together with Loki. Could the dance actually be a blessing in disguise?

Words: 3.6k

Warnings: Light angst. Reader being self-conscious and having trouble accepting compliments. Swearing.

Contains: Fluffity fluff, mutual pining, oblivious reader.

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This fic was inspired by Cinderella (2021). I rewatched the movie a few days ago and when the "Perfect" dance scene started, the visual of Loki dancing to this kinda slapped me in the face. So, I decided to write it. 😂

For reference, the clip this fic was inspired by: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lnUatSnm9hM

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Your feet hurt like hell.

You grumbled angrily under your breath, trying your best not to fall while you clambered through the guests. This was exactly why you never wore heels if you couldn’t help it. They were uncomfortable, loud, and impossible to walk in.

Whoever was in charge of the dress code, you’d have a serious word with them later.

Natasha watched with amusement as you waddled towards her. She was trying so hard not to laugh, you could see it in her face.

“Not a word!” you huffed and sat down on the bar stool next to your friend.

Nat simply handed you a drink – your favorite. She must have known that you’d come here eventually, if only to get your feet off the floor.

“I didn’t say anything,” she said with a wink, taking a sip of her own drink. She was smiling when she continued. “You might hate the shoes but you still look amazing tonight.”

You lowered your eyes towards your glass, surprised by the compliment. It was just something you weren’t really used to – or you hadn’t been used to it, until a certain someone with a knack for leather and magic had arrived in the Tower and turned everything on its head.

“How are you enjoying the evening, darling?” a deep voice spoke up to your right, sending a shiver down your spine.

Speak of the devil…

You took a sip from your drink, leaving the question unanswered for a few seconds. Slowly, you set down the glass and looked up.

“Why, it’s amazing. Especially having to walk around all day in these torture instruments,” you gestured towards your shoes. ”How’s your evening, Loki?”

The god to your right didn’t comment on your sarcasm. He only grinned at you, a softer version of his usual mischievous smirk.

“It was boring… until I saw you sitting here. I must say, you look breathtaking tonight, darling.”

You choked on air, quickly reaching for your drink so you had something to distract yourself. Why was he like this? Did he think it was funny to see you become so embarrassed?

Nat nudged you with her arm. “See? I told you that you look amazing!”

She leaned towards Loki, pointing at you with her glass. “Y/n didn’t believe me. I don’t know how much more I have to say it!”

You continued to sip your drink, trying to ignore their voices. Your face burned.

Loki nodded thoughtfully. He smiled at you, leaning over to whisper into your ear. “I’m looking forward to our show later.”

He bowed towards Nat and left you sitting on your bar seat while you stared at the metallic countertop in shock.

Nat snorted.

You slowly raised your head to look at her, still feeling utterly mortified.

“He’s into you, I swear. I know you don’t believe me but he absolutely just flirted with you.”

Nat stirred her drink with the straw and took another sip, shooting you a wink over the rim of her glass.

She’d gotten something right; you didn’t believe her.

Sure, you’d grown closer to Loki since the two of you had started rehearsing together for tonight’s show, but he’d never said anything to you that indicated any deeper feelings. He’d brought you something to drink from the kitchen once or twice when you were late, knowing you’d probably forget your bottle on your desk – and he was right too.

And one time he’d joined you on the couch afterwards to watch a movie. You might have fallen asleep with your head on his shoulder and he’d let you sleep, not getting up even after the movie was long over.

But that was just called being nice! You’d do that for the people you cared about, too! It didn’t mean he had any romantic interest in you.

You stared at your glass, twirling the straw around and watching the ripples it created in the liquid.

“Nervous for tonight?”

Nat’s voice was soft now, the teasing undertone completely gone.

You couldn’t look at her. “What if I… what if I mess up? What if I trip and fall, and then everyone laughs?”

Nat placed a hand on her arm. She was smiling when you finally managed to raise your head. “You won’t. But if you trip… Loki will catch you. There’s no way he’ll let you fall in front of all these people.”

You had to agree with her there. During your rehearsals together, Loki was always incredibly attentive. He noticed every wrong step, even the smallest inaccuracies, and he’d corrected you calmly, without ever making you feel bad or like you weren’t good enough.

Loki had been incredibly helpful in raising your confidence for this performance in the weeks leading up to tonight… but now, you wished it was already over, while also hoping that the show would somehow mysteriously be cancelled.

The clock struck 11.

You stared at the monstrous thing hanging above the stage, frowning at it in disgust. How drunk had Tony been when he bought the damn thing? And how drunk was he when he decided to hang it up tonight?

Whose idea was this weird medieval ball, anyway?

Nat poked your arm before softly placing her hand over the spot.

“It’ll be okay,” she whispered. “I promise.”

You wanted to believe her, you really did. But a small voice in the back of your head kept on whispering what could go wrong.

Soon, the audacious clock had almost reached 11:30.

You chugged the rest of your drink and rubbed Nat’s shoulder in a caring gesture before standing up from your bar stool. Your feet screamed in protest as they hit the ground.

Gravity, thou art a heartless bitch…

“I gotta go,” you told Nat, putting on your most confident smile.

She smiled at you, lifting her drink in a toast.

“Knock ‘em dead!”

Loki was waiting for you in the small room backstage. He’d changed his outfit from when you’d last met him at the bar earlier, having switched out the leather from earlier for a simple black suit. His hair was tied back halfway, the upper part caught in a bun while the rest of his gorgeous dark hair still hung onto his shoulders.

You froze in the doorway, staring at him in shock as he stood there with his hands clasped behind his back, still holding all the charisma and magnetism of a prince – a king, even.

Loki stared towards the steps leading up to the stage, a solemn and almost grave expression on his face, similar to a soldier preparing for battle.

His head shot up when you softly cleared your throat.

You smiled, giving an awkward little wave while you did your very best not to stumble, slowly walking towards him.

God, these shoes would really be the death of you…

Only if you didn’t die of embarrassment first once the curtain rose, of course.

Loki held his hand out towards you, resting his other hand on your waist once you stopped in front of him, his soft grip keeping you steady.

“You still look stunning, darling.”

You chuckled, rolling your eyes at him. “Yeah, I know. And you look…” you gestured towards him, “you look amazing! What happened to your ‘fine Asgardian leather’?”

Loki smiled and shrugged lightly.

“I figured this was more appropriate given the… occasion.”

You nodded with a smile of your own. The two of you just looked at each other in silence for a while, no more words needed. You were thankful for the calm moment since it helped you gather yourself and collect your thoughts.

You slowly took a step backwards when loud music started playing outside, signaling the beginning of Tony’s grand speech. You’d been through this so many times in rehearsals for tonight.

You’d miscalculated your steps though, stumbling and almost twisting your ankle – and then the weeks and weeks of preparation would’ve been utterly useless.

Loki followed your movement effortlessly and held onto your waist to keep you from falling.

“This Midgardian footwear truly is a health hazard, is it not?” he asked with an amused chuckle.

You gripped his hand tightly, smiling to yourself even though your heart had jumped into your throat. You weren’t sure if your heart was racing because you’d almost cracked your neck, or if it was due to Loki’s proximity.

“Yeah, they are. Whoever made the dress code will get an earful from me later.”

Loki smiled. He slowly let go of your hand, causing you to grip hold of his suit jacket instead. After all, you were now at risk of falling for a different reason – being this close to him made you feel wobbly and shaky.

A mix of green and golden sparks flew from Loki’s fingertips.

“Is it better now?” he asked, his voice carrying a softness you’d only heard on rare occasions before.

You frowned in confusion, taking a small step sideways to test it out.

Your eyes grew wide.

The shoes didn’t hurt anymore! You could walk normally, as if you were just wearing sneakers or anything else without a heel…

“How did you –“

Loki grinned at you, that spark of mischief returning in the twitch of his lips. His hand still held onto your waist as you came to a stop in front of him with an awestruck smile.

“Thank you,” you said softly.

You truly meant your words. You’d been agonizing over the performance for so long because of the shoes, knowing that even if you did every step correctly without fail, you could still lose your balance at any time and break your neck.

Being able to walk normally now, thanks to Loki, wiped out about 80% of your anxiety just like that, making your worries vanish into thin air.

Loki raised his free hand and pushed a strand of hair out of your face. He paused before brushing his fingertips over your cheek in a soft caress that made you shiver.

“In a few minutes, it will be my honor to present two of our very own Avengers for a special performance. Just for you!”

You flinched, your head snapping towards the curtain. Tony’s booming voice brought back your anxious thoughts, the ones that Loki hadn’t been able to wipe away when he’d enchanted your shoes.

You attempted a shaky smile to cheer yourself up. You didn’t have time for anxiety right now, not when there were only a few minutes left until the performance.

Loki looked at you with the same softness as before, though the smile had made room for a serious expression. His grip on your waist tightened for a second.

“I won’t let you fall, Y/n. I promise.”

You stared at him, his words leaving you speechless.

Had he always been this beautiful? Why did you only notice it now?

You nodded, hoping your smile was calm this time. “Thank you.”

Tony called you on stage a few minutes after that. Loki offered you his arm and led you outside. The two of you bowed once for the audience before taking your respective places in the middle of the stage.

Your heart hammered against your ribcage when the first notes came out of the speakers, the music echoing through the quiet room.

Loki slowly stepped towards you, his eyes fixed on your face as he started to sing.

“I found a love for me…”

He gave you the tiniest smile as he held his hand out towards you. “Darling, just dive right in and follow my lead.”

You accepted, placing your own hand into his palm and joining in on the choreography. Your voice only trembled lightly on your first verse.

“I found a boy, beautiful and sweet.”

During rehearsals, you’d always tried to avoid looking at him when you sang. It just seemed far too intimate.

Now that you were on this stage, in front of so many strangers and your friends, it somehow didn’t matter anymore.

You moved around in a small circle together, Loki’s voice joining your own.

“I never knew you were the someone waiting for me.”

When your hands slowly raised towards his neck after the spin, you caught yourself lingering, your palms gliding lightly over the fabric of his black shirt.

He only looked at you with soft eyes.

You moved across the stage together, tiptoeing around each other as Loki copied your movements perfectly, the two of you almost dancing as one.

By the end of the first stanza, you were smiling.

Loki returned your smile, slowly leading you into the first part of the chorus. His hand was a comforting weight on your lower back as you swayed across the stage together.

“Darling, just hold my hand.”

He caught you ever so gently in his arms when you let yourself fall backwards, even winking at you as he pulled you onto your feet.

”Be my girl, I’ll be your man. I see my future in your eyes.”

You giggled softly.

In this moment, there was only Loki. Everything else faded away. You barely even heard the music. The only thing that mattered was him; his voice along your own, his hands on your body as he gently led you through the routine.

At times you almost forgot you were singing a song written by someone else. The lines flowed so naturally out of your mouth as if they were your own words.

Loki spun you away from him, leaving you twirling around yourself. When you stopped and looked back at him, he was watching you with such a caring expression that it knocked the air out of your lungs.

“When I saw you in that dress, looking so beautiful…” Loki sang softly.

Your heart was in your throat and you almost choked on your words. You’d never meant them more than in that moment.

“I don’t deserve this.”

Loki’s eyes were fixed on your face while he responded, the line sounding so genuine that you almost believed him. “Darling, you look perfect.”

He stepped towards you ever so slowly, looking at you as if he’d been lost at sea for years and he’d just discovered the North Star to lead him home.

You smiled at him, the song only allowing it for barely a full second before Loki twirled you away from him again. His hand held tightly onto yours and pulled you back into his chest. Your fingers interlocked.

You stared up at him, a dull ache in your chest that you’d never felt before. You couldn’t take your eyes off him, not even when he placed his hands on your back and spun you around, your feet lifting off the floor.

For a brief moment, you wondered how you’d be perceived from the outside; if the audience could sense the longing in your bones that left you trembling.

Once you landed back on the floor, Loki raised his hand and cradled your face in his palm. He didn’t look away from you either while you twirled around the stage together. His eyes shone brightly in the low light.

You’d never wanted to kiss him so badly before.

Your hands locked at the back of his neck, holding on tightly. Loki lifted you up once again, fully supporting your weight as he spun around in a circle. You’d always hated this part during rehearsals because it could easily make you dizzy. Now, you discovered that maybe it wasn’t the movement, but Loki himself who made your head spin.

You smiled at each other when the song came to an end, slowly singing the last line together.

“You look perfect… tonight…”

Loki lowered his head towards you. He cradled your face once more between his palms, brushing his fingertips across your skin.

For a second you were absolutely certain he would kiss you.

Thunderous applause almost ruptured your eardrums. You flinched, your head snapping towards audience. People jumped out of their seats while clapping their hands, the movement creating waves and flowing through the crowd.

Loki’s long fingers wrapped around your hand.

You looked at him in confusion, surprised by the action, but he just motioned for you to copy him. You slowly bowed for the audience – once, twice, a third time even.

The applause just wouldn’t stop.

You fought an annoyed eye roll and raised your free hand for an awkward wave.

”As if we’re animals performing some tricks,” Loki grumbled under his breath. He turned on his heel and just walked away, pulling you off stage by your joined hands.

You hurried after him, embarrassed by your sudden departure, yet thankful to get out of the spotlight.

Loki paused in front of the steps leading to the backroom. He slowly made his way down and turned back around at the bottom. With a small smile he held his hand out towards you, steadying you until your heels hit the floor again.

You giggled as he bowed elegantly, sweeping his arm through the air in a dramatic gesture.

”My lady.”

You shook your head, unable to keep the grin off your face as you followed the invitation and carefully walked past him into the small room.

You dropped into a small chair, attempting to stretch your tired legs.

”Ugh. I can’t wait to get these shoes off…”

Loki was smiling when he leaned against the wall across from your chair. His eyes sparkled with mischief and something else that you couldn’t decipher.

”You were truly incredible out there… despite the ridiculous footwear.”

”Well, I had a great teacher.” you responded almost immediately.

Loki only chuckled and shook his head.

”While I appreciate the compliment, darling, taking full responsibility for your accomplishment would be a great disservice to the effort you put into everything. You worked incredibly hard for this performance during our rehearsals. You more than deserve to be proud of yourself.”

Silence settled around the small room once Loki fell quiet. You just sat in your chair, trying to process his words. While you were very grateful for the compliment, you couldn’t help wishing that there was a deeper meaning hidden somewhere, something… more.

”Thank you,” you finally said with a small smile, trying to ignore the heat rising to your face.

Loki pushed himself away from the wall and crossed the small room in two strides of his ridiculously long legs. With a dramatic flourish he bowed again, holding his hand out towards you.

”Would milady like to be escorted to her chambers to remove the torturous footwear? Maybe indulge in the comfort of some fluffy pillows?”

He graced you with a fond smile that caused butterflies to flutter in your belly.

You chuckled and accepted the outstretched hand, allowing Loki to pull you to your feet. You didn’t get a chance to even complain about the cursed high heels before you were lifted into the air.

You let out a sound somewhere between a screech and a gasp, gripping onto Loki’s shoulders for support. His soft laughter vibrated against you as he held you close to his chest, slowly carrying you out into the main living area.

Since everyone else was still attending the party, you reached the elevator without any interference. You pressed the button and settled back into Loki’s arms as you listened to his heartbeat. Your eyes closed and you hummed peacefully.

The steady rhythm quickly lulled you into a light slumber.

When you woke up the next morning, you couldn’t remember how you’d ended up in your bed. You barely remembered anything from last night, to be honest, apart from dancing with Loki on that stage in front of way too many people.

You just lay there for a while, trying to figure out the vital puzzle piece you were apparently missing.

Your phone started buzzing violently.

You rolled over and grabbed it, huffing as an onslaught of messages appeared on your screen. Something special must’ve happened since the team group chat was overflowing with texts. You tapped through the messages, only scanning them briefly. There were just too many to keep up.

A few minutes later you’d figured out why everyone was losing their minds: Tony had sent out a video of yesterday’s party.

Curious, you opened the video.

The beginning was normal, just the team bantering and chatting with guests. Once the evening progressed further and more alcohol was flowing, the video became more chaotic and random.

A shot of Tony at the bar. Nat knocking back a drink and cursing loudly in Russian. Thor challenging Steve to an arm-wrestling match.

Sadly you never figured out who won because the video cut to a later hour. You frowned at the screen, wondering if you should ask Nat about the arm-wrestling.

The angle was different now, a lot higher than before. Tony must have switched to a drone at some point, even though you couldn’t remember seeing him with one last night.

You could make out a few snippets from your performance, slightly weirded out as you watched yourself swooning over Loki. You’d really been that obvious, huh…

Another video cut.

You adjusted the brightness on your phone – and almost dropped it in shock when you focused on the video again.

Right there on the screen was Loki, carrying you in his arms as he walked towards the elevator. Your own arms were wrapped around his neck and you clung to him like a koala bear.

Text appeared next to a shot of Loki standing in front of the elevator doors, waiting for them to open while he still held you gently.

Cinderella & Prince… Charming?

You dropped your phone onto the mattress and rolled over, groaning into your pillow. The idea of staying in bed suddenly seemed even more appealing.

It was way too early for bullshit like this…

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Running Home To You || Five Hargreeves Imagine

Five Hargreeves x Reader (she/her)

Summary: Five accidentally takes you with him when he ends up in the future. For the next 45 years, you stay together, eventually falling in love. But what happens if you get the chance to go back to your own time?

Word count: 4.8k

Warnings: angst with a happy ending, kissing, death (like in the og TUA episode)

Requested by anon

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There were only so many times one could stand hearing no as an answer. Especially when they were young and believed they knew better.

That day came for Five at dinner, when he asked Father about time jumps – again. And Sir Reginald barely looked up from his plate while he denied him, again and again.

“You’re not ready, Number Five. Now stop with this nonsense at once!”

Five caught Vanya’s eye across the table, the way she shook her head, silently pleading with him. Usually, he’d listen to her – but not this time. Instead, he turned around and stormed out of the house, his heart beating heavily in his chest.

He was good enough, he was ready! He’d show them all that he was!

Five jumped, the blue light surrounding him until he plopped back into existence on a busy street. But it wasn’t a street like the ones he saw once a month when Mother took them shopping. The people were wearing clothes he’d never seen before, holding devices he didn’t know.

Time and space blurred once again when he jumped a second time, and Five reappeared on another street that was foreign to him. People hurried around him like a swarm of busy bees. They were so preoccupied with their own lives that they likely didn’t even notice someone just appearing out of nowhere in the middle of the freezing street.

Five took a moment to just stand still and look around. Warmth filled him despite the freezing cold – pride.

He’d done it! He’d proved Father wrong! And nothing terrible had happened.

A bell rang somewhere close by, maybe the doorbell of a small shop.

Five briefly turned his head towards the noise. To his left, on the other side of the street, a door had opened, and someone was stepping outside with what could possibly be a sandwich in their hand, Five couldn’t tell. He also didn’t care, just rolled his eyes and turned away, trying to concentrate on his breathing.

The bell chimed again, close by this time.

Five exhaled a gust of air through his nostrils. “Screw it,” he mumbled to himself and disappeared in a puff of blue. Something bumped him while he jumped, but he didn’t pay it any mind.

Five reemerged in front of a burning building – or rather, what was left of it. Only the entrance doorway was still standing, the rest had been torn to shreds. Pieces of what had once been walls littered the ground.

Five took a shaky step forward. He stared at the ruins, ice running through his veins. He’d recognize that doorway anywhere.

“Vanya?” he asked, his throat so dry he could barely get the word out.

No answer.

“Vanya! Ben!” This time, his voice was louder, even though it cracked at the end.

Still no answer.

Five stumbled forward, through the main entrance into what had once been the dining hall. Now, it was all a big pile of rubble, the edges scorched from flames. His heart was in his throat as he called for his siblings, increasingly desperate while his voice only got weaker.

“Luther… Diego…”

Five searched the ruins of the Academy, heart racing in his chest. They couldn’t all be gone! He’d just seen them earlier at breakfast… Vanya had told him not to do it, why hadn’t he just listened? Why hadn’t he–

There were bodies.

Five stumbled towards the biggest pile of shards and stone. He stopped when his foot touched something soft, and as he looked down, he saw that he’d stepped on a hand. He reached out, pushing some of the burnt stone away. More and more of the body came into view.

It was Allison.

Or rather, what he presumed to be Allison. This person didn’t look like his sister at all, at least at first glance. They were older, at least ten years older than his siblings, maybe more. But they were wearing Allison’s necklace, the one Luther had given her, and if Five knew one thing, it was that Allison wouldn’t take that necklace off, whatever happened.

A choked sound escaped Five’s mouth.

Next to her was Diego, and Klaus a bit further away with ash in his hair and stains on the audacious black coat he was wearing. Then Luther, who was now bigger and stronger than Five had ever seen him before. But the hand desperately reaching into Allison’s direction was unmistakably Luther’s.

Five’s knees gave out. He stared at his dead siblings helplessly, unable to understand what he was seeing.

“Where am I?” a voice piped up somewhere behind him. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the corpses, too caught up in replaying the fight in his head that he’d had with Father this morning, over and over again.

Father had been right. He wasn’t ready…

The sound of crunching rubble came closer. Someone stood next to him, and Five turned to see you beside him, face scrunched up in confusion while you stared at the ruins of the Academy.

“What is this place? Where am I?”

Everything slipped.

Like painting with a too-wet brush on a canvas, the colors blurred together, this time not because of a spacial jump. Five looked around, suddenly unable to see anything.

Voices echoed around him, rambling, whispering, screaming.

You’re not ready, Number Five! Not ready… Five… Not Five… Ready…

“Five!”

That was your voice, he would recognize it anywhere. Five stumbled to his feet, his eyes darting around in confusion, but he couldn’t see you anymore.

“Five!”

“Y/n! Y/n!”

He called your name again and again, until his voice was hoarse and all that came out of his mouth was a weak croaking sound. He had lost you now, too.

Five’s heart was heavy, sinking to his stomach like a stone as he fell to his knees. Tears were welling up in his eyes. He couldn’t tell if it was from the smoke in the air or the sudden realization that he was all alone now.

He had no one left…

 “Five!”

Five jolted, his head just barely missing the desk lamp. He blinked his eyes open, then stared at you. He was confused and still panicked, his heart racing in his chest. The pictures were still flickering behind his eyes, how he’d jumped in time and gotten stuck in the hell that was the future, together with you.

“You fell asleep at work again.”

You smiled at him, that soft expression on your face that always made his heart skip a beat.

Five could only nod slowly. You were right – his desk stood in front of him, the papers that were piled on top of it were filled with his messy scribbles. Calculations upon calculations…

“Thanks for waking me up.”

You nodded, still smiling, but he could see the crease between your eyebrows, the worry in your eyes.

Five reached out and took your hand that was resting on the back of his chair. He softly ran his fingers over your skin.

There was the ring he’d given you years ago, the rather simple golden band standing out against your skin. He’d made it himself, forged it from whatever he could find. Years later, he’d offered to buy you a new ring, a real one, but you’d declined.

Five still remembered how fast his heart had raced when he proposed to you: he’d been so, so nervous. He almost couldn’t get the words out. The mere thought that your answer could be no had destroyed him.

When you said yes, voice steady and so sure, he’d wrapped you up in his arms and didn’t let go for a long time.

Five also remembered the wedding day itself, how it had been just the two of you reciting your vows in some wrecked building that was somehow still standing. It was the happiest day of his life.

Then again, almost all of his happiest memories were connected to you.

You tilted your head, the smile slowly fading. Your frown was more prominent now, with furrowed eyebrows and your lower lip slightly between your teeth. You weren’t gnawing on it, at least that stage of worry wasn’t reached yet.

“Hey,” Five said, trying to keep his voice calm, “I’m okay. It was just a nightmare.” He didn’t quite believe the words himself, and he could see in the way you fiddled with the locket around your neck that you were still worried. The necklace was a gift from your grandmother, and you were always wearing it – even on that fateful day you’d run into Five after class.

Five kept on tracing his fingers over your skin in circular patterns. You looked down at your hand, followed his movements with your eyes. Five could hear his breathing, so loud in his ears, but he tried to ignore it, to shake the leftovers of the dream.

This wasn’t about him right now. He needed to reassure you, to take your fears away.

Five hated to see you worried, especially when it was because of him. He always wished he could protect you from all of it, keep you safe from all the pain the world could bring. But he knew it was impossible, even for him.

“Oh, by the way–”

Five let go of your hand to duck under the desk and pick up the briefcase he’d stored there.

Your expression shifted as soon as you saw the case. You frowned at Five when he handed it to you.

“Again??”

Five’s lips twitched in amusement at how exaggerated your voice sounded. He glanced at the briefcase sheepishly before looking back up at you.

“Something is wrong with these things, I swear!”

You only sighed heavily and rolled your eyes, inspecting the banged up case. You frowned at the handle that was still connected to the briefcase by sheer luck alone – and by a very thin string of the material that held it together.

“Did it go up in flames again this time?” you asked, barely looking up from the burnt spots on the case.

Five tried his very best not to look guilty as he shook his head. “No.”

You lowered the briefcase and stared at him with raised eyebrows, an expression Five knew very well after all these years.

“I didn’t do anything!” he tried, but when it came to the tech you developed, you were ruthless. No matter how much of a kind person you were outside of the Commission – nobody messed with your technology.

Except for Five, who was notorious for always returning from missions with briefcases or weapons that were either completely broken, or almost irreversibly damaged.

Five crossed his arms over his chest and stared at the briefcase. There was just something about that expression on your face that made him feel like he was being scolded. It brought back memories from his childhood that he tried to ignore.

“Listen,” he started again, “I don’t know what happened. The stupid thing went up in flames as soon as I was back here! I don’t know why!”

Five didn’t tell you that, after a mission, there was nothing better than seeing your face and hearing your voice. Nothing calmed the boiling blood in his veins like when you hugged him close, whispering soothing words into his ear. Most of the time he didn’t even understand what you were saying, but the tone in your voice was enough.

If he had to damage Commission tech so he could see you, well… It was only a small price to pay.

But he would never tell you that, he knew better.

You kept staring at him for a moment longer, and something in your face told Five that maybe you already knew. You lowered your eyes to the briefcase in your hands without another word, a heavy sigh escaping your mouth. Your fingers followed the dents in the material, especially the scorch marks.

You shook your head and turned back to Five.

“At some point you’ll get into serious trouble with the Handler, I swear.”

But the words didn’t hold much anger, and your lips were twitching as you tried your best to hide your smile.

Five nodded, fighting a grin of his own. You rolled your eyes and stood properly, lifting the hand that held the briefcase.

“You’ll get this back in a few days. The damage is even worse than last time – and I have to say, I didn’t think that was even possible.”

Five opened his mouth to respond, but you shook your head.

“Handler wants to see you by the way, she came looking for you earlier.”

With that, you left, grumbling under your breath about expensive technology.

Five followed you with his eyes until you disappeared through the doorway. Once you were out of sight, he allowed himself a small smile.

Five ignored the Handler’s request to meet him for as long as he could. It wasn’t entirely on purpose – even though he really didn’t want to talk to the Handler as long as he could avoid it. He was also just really busy, being assigned mission after mission, and he couldn’t do much against that despite the many orders he received from the Handler’s office.

There came a time though where Five couldn’t deny the requests any longer. Handler had become impatient, and her meeting “requests” started to sound more and more like an order.

That was why Five found himself sitting in the Handler’s office at her desk, a cup of coffee in front of him.

She did make good coffee.

“So, Five…,” Handler continued the conversation after taking a long sip from her own cup, “I hereby give you the order for an assassination.”

Five hummed in response, waiting for her to continue.

The Handler set down her coffee cup and handed him the file he’d need. It held all the necessary information on the target as well as how the hit would be executed. Five took it without another word, reaching for his cup again – and promptly grasping into thin air as he read the name of his target.

John Fitzgerald Kennedy.

“You got to be fucking kidding me…”

The Handler didn’t consider his remark worthy of a response, since she didn’t react to it at all.

Five skimmed through the pages, his disbelief growing continuously. He was really supposed to shoot JFK. And he knew a lot of the people who were supposed to help him do it, too.

“Why–” Five started, raising his head from the list of names to look at the Handler.

She held up a hand to interrupt him.

“I know what you just read. And yes, I want Y/n to join you! She’ll be an excellent addition to the team, don’t you think?”

Handler looked at him with her crocodile smile, that expression of a wild cat playing with its food. Five had a feeling she’d done this on purpose, choosing Y/n as part of the team, maybe because he’d ignored her for so long.

“Y/n is very skilled,” He admitted, because it was true, you were. But he’d much rather known you safe inside the Commission than out on the field, where you were in constant danger and he wouldn’t be able to protect you the whole time.

The Handler still had that crocodile smile on her face when she rose from her chair, the usual sign that the meeting was over. She turned towards her bookcase, running her fingers over a few spines as if contemplating something.

“See, I knew we’d agree it’s the best choice. I wish you the best, Number Five.”

And with those words echoing behind him, Five was led out of the office.

The streets were filled with people, cheering, screaming. Music was playing from somewhere, and the smell of cigarettes hung in the air.

Five pulled a face. He hated the noise and the people – just people in general, really. Especially when he had a hit to execute, a hit as important as this particular one. It was too much – too many liabilities, too many factors for possible complications. The risk of something to go wrong because of a single person was already–

“Five.”

Five looked up, right at you. You had that soft look on your face again. The sight of you alone was enough to quiet down the rambling voice in Five’s head, the one that usually wouldn’t stop reminding him of so many risks.

Five shot you a quick smile. “I’m okay,” He reassured you.

Your eyebrows knitted together into a frown – you didn’t believe him. It didn’t surprise Five, you simply knew him too well. You’d been able to read him like a book from the start.

There was no more time to argue when the signal came that the operation was about to start. Five grabbed his gun, reloading it. The movement was so familiar by now, he did it without even thinking.

“Let’s go, fuckers!”

You snickered behind him, and Five’s lips twitched for a second, before he got into position and set up the gun. Locked on target. He focused on the oncoming car, still far away but in shooting range – at least for him.

Five took a deep breath. In. Out. In.

People were throwing some flowers into the air, or confetti. They weren’t important. All that mattered was the target, who would be at the right spot in 3, 2, 1…

Five pulled the trigger.

Kennedy collapsed in the car, his head lolling about – dead.

The first screams echoed up from the street when Five set down the gun.

Target executed – flawlessly, as usual.

He turned around and looked over at you instantly, wanting to make sure you were alright, even though, realistically, you weren’t in danger.

Not yet at least. One could never be too careful.

You gave him a tiny, encouraging smile, but your eyes told a different story. There was a tiny crease between your eyebrows. You’d grown up with the tales of JFK’s assassination after all, and knowing now who had really been responsible – knowing you, personally, had played a part in it – was certainly strange. Five couldn’t deny he felt weird about it himself.

Your eyes softened a little bit when he leaned forward and reached out to hold your hand, swiping his thumb over your skin tenderly.

“I’m okay,” You whispered, taking a deep breath as you spoke. Five could tell you were fighting for composure. He hoped that whatever comfort he could provide was helpful.

The crowd below had dissolved into panicked screaming by the time the group of agents was packing up their equipment. People were running around like chickens with their heads cut off. It was pandemonium, but was that really a surprise?

Five reached for your hand and laced your fingers together, squeezing once. You gave a squeeze back despite not looking at him – you were watching over the other agents like a hawk, as if to make sure no equipment was damaged. There was a lot of expensive technology involved after all.

And yet, all it had taken to execute the mission was one man with a shotgun.

Five exhaled from deep in his chest when it was finally over. The first agents disappeared in bursts of blue light, not seeming deterred by the chaos on the street below in the slightest.

When the two of you were the only ones left, Five turned to you.

“Are we really doing this?”

You didn’t respond for a long time, and Five was about to open his mouth and tell you it was okay, that he could wait until you were ready, when you nodded once. A very small and unsure nod.

Five waited, giving you time to maybe change your mind. When you didn’t say anything like that, even after what was probably a minute of silence, he nodded and led you to a different area. It was still secluded, but a little bit more open, with trees and bushes hiding you from view.

It had taken years – decades – of calculations, but Five had finally figured out a way to return to his time.

He’d spent weeks after the discovery in deep thought, pondering if he should tell you or not. After all, he had somehow ripped you from your own time against your will all those years ago. He didn’t want to take this new time from you as well, should you choose to stay here.

You’d been shocked when Five finally gathered the courage to tell you. But you decided rather quickly that you’d come with him, no matter what would happen. He’d hugged you close again, just like on your wedding day, and had sworn to himself he would never let you go. No matter what happened.

“You need to help me with this one. I know the numbers, but if I get stuck you’ll need to tell me what comes next.” Five stated, pulling out the calculations. He glanced up from the paper to see your reaction.

You nodded, this time with more certainty than before.

Five’s eyes flew over the numbers one last time before he handed you the book and took a shaky breath.

“Are you ready?”

“Yes,” you responded, your voice strong and without doubt.

Warmth filled Five’s chest. You trusted him so much. Even after all those years, it surprised him sometimes. How much you really cared about him.

Five clenched his hands into fists, concentrating on the numbers he’d memorized. Blue light flickered around his fists, so he tried harder, and harder, until finally a flash of light almost blinded him.

The portal was weak, a lot weaker than it was supposed to be. Five stared at his creation, ice running through his veins the longer he looked at the portal.

It wouldn’t be strong enough to carry both of you…

Five met your eyes over the portal’s rim. Your excited smile slipped when you looked at him, then at the portal, and back at him. Realization had dawned on you, he could see it in your eyes.

“It isn’t strong enough for both of us.”

Five said it anyway, his throat constricting as he did. His knees were turning into jelly the longer he looked at the portal, realizing the consequences.

Only one of you would be able to go through. He’d lose you either way, and with you maybe also the possibility to ever see his family again. But you could also return to yours, make amends and explain why you’d never come home on that winter day 45 years ago…

Five took a deep breath, then made a decision. “You go through.”

Your beautiful eyes were wide with shock when you looked at him over the portal’s edge.

“What?? No! You need to get back to your family!”

Five growled in frustration. Did you think this was easy for him? He wanted to see his family again, he’d been plagued by nightmares every night to this day of them dying, and him unable to do anything. He had searched desperately for 45 years to find a way to see them again.

But Five loved you. And he’d find another way to return to his time, see his family and hopefully even find you again.

He would do anything to make sure you were safe and happy.

“You got stuck here because of me. I won’t take the choice away from you this time. Go!”

You didn’t listen. Instead, you shook your head, those eyes he loved so much filled with certainty despite the tears running down your cheeks.

“No.”

Five cursed under his breath. Why was this the time you decided to be stubborn?

“Y/n–“

You shook your head, interrupting him.

“No! Listen, you’ve waited for this moment for 45 years. You need to get back to your family. I–” Your voice cracked, shaking so much from the tears that you could barely get the words out. “I’d rather stay here knowing– knowing you’ve made it back home, than to– than be in my time knowing I took that chance away from you.”

You were openly sobbing now, tears streaming down your face.

The portal cracked and sizzled. It wouldn’t hold much longer…

A decision had to be made.

Five fought for control over his emotions, but in the end, he started crying as well, a pained sob clawing its way up from deep inside his chest.

“I love you!” He called over the noise of the portal, almost choking on the words.

You let out a sob, nodding your head in response. “I love you too…”

With a last look at your tearstained face, Five jumped through the portal.

 He’d expected the weird pull in his lower belly like always when he jumped in time. He hadn’t expected the bone numbing pain that wrecked his body, or the hot flash up his spine that blinded him for a moment.

With a painful thud, Five landed on wet, hard ground. He mumbled a harsh curse, wiping away the tears on his face roughly. His body hurt from the jump and the fall, but it couldn’t compare to the pain in his chest from knowing he’d never see you again.

“Five??”

Five’s head shot up.

And there they were, his siblings – but older than when he’d left them all those years ago. They all looked just like they had on that terrible day where he’d jumped into the future and found them all dead. The day the world ended.

The same day that had also brought you into his life.

“Little Number Five…” Klaus looked at him in disbelief, a cigarette dangling forgotten from his hand. Five couldn’t believe he’d actually missed his idiotic brother.

The words registered. He looked down, seeing that his clothes were a couple sizes too wide, and his feet barely fit into the big shoes he’d been wearing without issues until now.

“Shit…”

Five grumbled a few more curses under his breath. He tried to walk without falling on his face in the clothes that didn’t fit his 13-year-old body.

The crack of thunder echoed behind him.

Five turned around, frowning in confusion, when another portal opened up in the sky, this one a lot stronger than the one he’d used. Through the sizzling, whirling light he could see you, your body being wrecked by the same force that had almost split his brain in half upon arrival.

You landed face first in the wet leaves.

“Y/n!”

Five hurried towards you, stumbling over the pant legs that were way too long for him. He let himself fall to the ground next to you, not caring about the wet floor that soaked his clothes and left him shivering in the cold air.

“Y/n! Hey love, look at me! We made it…”

You blinked your eyes open, and they widened instantly as you saw his face – the face of the boy who had brought you into the future all those years ago.

“Am I dreaming?”

Five choked out a laugh. He cradled your face in his hands as you slowly sat up, a lump in his throat. Relief washed over him like a wave, so intense that, hadn’t he been kneeling, his legs would’ve given out beneath him.

Your eyes flitted over his young face in confusion, then around the garden.

“Am I dead?”

Five let out another laugh. It was the first real, happy laugh in a while.

“No, love, you made it! We made it!”

Your eyes were wide when you looked at him, and Five just pulled you into a kiss before wrapping his arms around you and hugging you close. He’d never let you go ever again, he swore it.

You buried your face in his neck, clinging to him like your life depended on it. Your body had grown young again, but your scent was still the same, and so was the way your hands wrapped around the back of his neck and pulled him close when he let go to kiss you again.

Someone loudly cleared their throat somewhere in the background.

Five turned away from you, back to his family who were standing there, staring at them in shock and confusion.

“Everyone, this is Y/n!”

You gave a shy wave while you stood up, then wrapped your arm around yourself to keep the shirt pressed against your now young body.

Five handed you his way too big jacket so you could cover yourself. Then he grabbed your free hand, pulling you past his confused siblings and into the mansion. He’d explain everything later… probably.

“Let’s go save the damn world!”

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Undisclosed Desires

Dom Loki x sub gn!reader

Words: 351

Warnings: NSFW, 18+; spanking, daddy kink

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You try to breathe deeply as you await Loki's next move. Your hands hold onto the bed sheets, balling them up tightly between your fists.

His palm runs across your back, torturously slow.

You close your eyes, waiting for the inevitable.

He has taken his time with you all night, teasing you relentlessly. Maybe this is just another way for him to play with you and watch you squirm.

It wouldn’t surprise you.

He pulls down your underwear, caressing your naked ass with his palm. His calloused hand on your skin sends a shiver down your spine. You try your best to stay still, which is almost impossible when his touch is so firm, yet so gentle at the same time.

He teases you for a while, just running his hand across your skin. Slow, loving caresses of his palm against your ass. It’s almost like he’s drawing a specific pattern that only makes sense to him and nobody else. For a second you can see him standing at an easel, drawing that same pattern. His mind projecting the image into swirling colors as he strokes his brush slowly across the canvas.

He squeezes your ass. You cling to the bedsheets, whimpering quietly.

“We said five; right, darling?”

His voice makes you squirm. You nod, squeezing your eyes shut as you whisper a response.

“Yes…”

His hand pets your skin gently. You can hear the smile in his voice.

“Very good, sweetheart.”

You’re breathing heavily now, knowing that it won’t take long anymore until he will finally –

The first smack echoes through the room.

The noise makes you gasp for the fraction of a second before the pain sinks in. You let out a whimper, clutching the sheets as the stinging sensation spreads through your body. “Th-thank you…”

His fingertips stroke the burning spot so gently that you want to cry. A shiver runs down your spine.

The second smack follows quickly.

“What are you supposed to say, sweetheart?”

Your head is swimming; pain and desire are searing your flesh. A desperate whimper falls from your lips.

“Thank you, Daddy…”

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For You I’ll Fight

Bruce Wayne x Reader (she/her)

Summary: You’ve been in love with your best friend Bruce for a while. When the two of you get kidnapped by Jeremiah, you realize that your feelings might be reciprocated after all.

Word count: 3.54k

Warnings: guns, kidnapping, death threats (it’s Jeremiah after all), blood mention, angst, angst with happy ending, cursing

Requested by: @eggsandhammers

Request: Hiii I’m new to requests so if I do anything wrong please tell me! Could I request a gotham!bruce x reader(civilian, so like not a superhero) where her and Bruce get kidnapped by Jeremiah? Angst with happy ending please!!!! Maybe he confesses his love for her once they are safe

I really hope you enjoy this fic! I’m sorry it took longer to write. Unfortunately, I had an IRL crisis to solve and that kinda made writing difficult.

I had lot of fun writing this fic and I kinda want to rewatch Gotham again because this brought back a lot of feels and so much nostalgia. I forgot how much I love not only Bruce but just the whole Gotham universe.

I hope you enjoy this fic and that it was worth the wait! The title is from the song “I’ll Fight” by Daughtry and I think it fits the whole vibe really well. Protective Bruce for the win lol.

If you have other ideas for requests, feel free to send me an ask or a message! 😊 You can check my pinned post to see when my requests are open.

Being friends with someone as famous as Bruce Wayne brought its issues. A horde of paparazzi usually followed the two of you whenever you went out together. A few days later, you’d see your picture plastered across the Gotham Gazette and people would speculate if you were his new lover or something like that.

It was truly obnoxious and just extremely uncomfortable. They’d always dig for any information they could find, sometimes exposing things from your past that were truly nobody’s business.

This time however, the issue wasn’t paparazzi.

To be fair, you wished that were the case. You’d be a lot less scared of paparazzi since you were already familiar with their antics.

This time, you’d been kidnapped.

You’d met up with Bruce earlier, sitting on a bench in the park together, just talking.

You still remembered laughing at one of his stupid jokes when someone had pressed a hand over your mouth and nose from behind. Next thing you knew, you’d awoken in some old building, tied to a chair.

You struggled against your restraints, but they wouldn’t budge. The rope dug into your arms, and the more you moved and wiggled, the further the restraints tightened around your body. It only increased your desperation.

“Bruce,” you called, your voice cracking from not having used it in a while. The word scratched in your throat. You tried to clear it but that didn’t help.

“Bruce! Bruce!”

A spotlight lit up to your left. It illuminated the shadowy silhouette of a person you didn’t recognize.

Until they spoke.

“Poor Y/n, looking for our dear Bruce… But where is he? Bruce! Bruce, where are you?”

Fear prickled down your spine. There was only one person who sounded like that.

Another spotlight turned on. The personification of your darkest nightmares was wearing a purple suit, grinning at you with so much cruelty in his smile that it made you sick.

Jeremiah Valeska.

For some reason, the lyrics to You’re A Mean One, Mr. Grinch flashed through your mind. It would’ve made you laugh if the situation had been different. Nevertheless, the lyrics suited Jeremiah.

You’re a vile one, Mr. Grinch. You got termites in your smile. You have all the sweetness of a seasick crocodile, Mr. Grinch.

A screen lit up to your right, across from the small stage Jeremiah was apparently standing on. The light blinded you and you couldn’t see anything. You squeezed your eyes shut, blinking against the bright sensation.

Slowly, very slowly, the picture became clearer.

Your stomach sank.

Bruce.

He was also tied to a chair, just like you, and his head had dropped forward onto his chest. He hadn’t woken up yet.

Jeremiah didn’t like that. You could see it in the way his smile dropped, how angrily he stared at the screen. As time ticked by and Bruce still didn’t move, Jeremiah’s sickly white face slowly contorted into a grotesque expression of rage.

“Bruce!” he screamed. His loud voice, amplified by the microphone, rang in your ears.

You wanted to cover them with your hands to block out the noise but due to the ropes tying you down that was impossible. You grimaced.

Bruce blinked, slowly waking up from whatever you’d been given to sedate you. His movements were sluggish, like time was moving slower for him. As if he was stuck in a movie scene.

Bruce’s head shot up and he looked straight into the camera. You didn’t know what he was seeing. He narrowed his eyes, anger overtaking his usually soft features.

“Where’s Y/n! What is this??”

Your eyes wandered to Jeremiah, who grinned his evil smirk with a dash of madness. Your stomach twisted.

You got termites in your smile…

“Oh Bruce, don’t worry. Your dear Y/n is right here, she’s unharmed.”

Jeremiah paused dramatically before adding, “For now.”

Bruce’s eyes widened. Recognition flashed over his handsome face, only to be replaced by a fury that made you want to hide.

You’d never seen Bruce like this before.

“Jeremiah, if you hurt her I swear you’ll regret it!”

Your mouth opened on its own, the desire to calm him down too strong to fight it. You just wanted to see the rage disappear from Bruce’s eyes. You couldn’t bear to see him like that.

“Bruce, I’m okay, don’t worry! I–“

You were staring down the barrel of a gun before you could even finish your sentence.

Jeremiah shot you a twisted smile filled with far too much joy. He jumped down from the stage and walked over to your chair, never lowering the gun. His movements were those of a predator, like a tiger on the prowl.

“Shut up.”

Jeremiah turned back towards the screen, still pointing the gun at you. “I recommend you hurry up and find us, or else your dear Y/n might end up bleeding out on the floor.”

He paused, and you could almost see the manic grin break out on his face, even though the back of his head was turned to you. When he spoke again his voice was lower, closer to a whisper but without losing its threatening tone.

“You remember what I did to Selina, don’t you?”

Bruce’s eyes widened. Actual fear spread over his face as he started thrashing against the ropes, desperately trying to get free.

Jeremiah made a noise.

You frowned, unable to figure out what it was.

He turned back towards you, a twisted kind of joy on his face, and it clicked. Jeremiah was giggling. He found Bruce’s and your pain funny.

“You sick asshole!” you spat.

The joyful look disappeared from Jeremiah’s face. He narrowed his eyes at you, his lips pressed tightly together into a thin line. He cocked his head just barely but it was still enough to know you’d crossed a line.

Jeremiah turned his back towards the screen and came even closer, pressing the barrel of the gun to your forehead.

The cold material sent a prickling sensation of pure fear down your spine. You balled your hands into fists, biting your lip to not let out any noise that could set Jeremiah off even more.

Jeremiah leaned down, his face right in front of yours.

“You know… Last time I caught Bruce on a date with his girlfriend, I shot her in the stomach. She almost bled out on the floor...”

He giggled again, removing the gun from your forehead and pressing your chin upwards with it to make you look at his face.

“She survived.” Jeremiah paused, the signature wide grin breaking out on his face that you were so familiar with by now. “This time, I’ll make sure to do it right.”

Your stomach twisted painfully. You struggled against the ropes again, unable to get out of them.

Even if you’d been able to get free, what would you have done? Jeremiah had a gun. You’d be dead before you could take a single step.

A loud crashing noise made your head twist towards the screen that showed Bruce. He wasn’t sitting on his chair anymore. Instead, he was laying on the floor, on the broken pieces that seemed to be the remains of his wooden chair.

Bruce must have let himself fall backwards to break it…

Jeremiah whipped his head around towards the screen. He let out a growl. You weren’t sure if he was happy that something was finally happening, or if he was angry that Bruce had managed to escape.

You stared at the screen anxiously, scared that Bruce had hurt himself. But he got up, shaking off the rope before he stormed out of the camera’s view.

You took a deep breath of relief. Bruce was on his way.

He’d come and find you, and then you’d get out of here.

The relieved feeling disappeared instantly as you caught sight of Jeremiah’s wide grin. He smiled at you, casually playing with his gun. He didn’t seem to care about the fact that Bruce had gotten free – quite the opposite: he was happy about it.

Jeremiah wanted to fight Bruce, for whatever reason.

You felt the urge to throw up, but the only thing that would’ve come up was the ice-cream Bruce had bought for you before you’d sat down in the park together.

Tears burned in your eyes as you remembered how much fun you’d been having. Bruce always managed to make you happy, no matter how bad you might feel about life in that moment. Even if everything sucked, he was always there to cheer you up.

Sometimes, he’d take you out to the park just to sit with you in silence if that was what you wanted. Or you’d go to a restaurant and have a nice evening, just the two of you talking about a teacher who’d pissed you off or something random that Alfred had done.

You’d realized a while ago that you were in love with Bruce. Today in the park, you were planning to finally tell him, no matter how fast your heart would be beating or how scared you’d be.

None of that had happened. Here you were now, stuck in the claws of Jeremiah Valeska, who could do whatever he wanted to you while you were waiting for Bruce to come and rescue you.

You’d always hated a lot of action movies for putting the (usually female) characters into the position of a damsel in distress. It was ridiculous and, quite frankly, it really pissed you off.

You’d never expected to get stuck in a situation like that yourself.

Rage burned in the pit of your stomach. You internally cursed whatever deity you could think of for making this happen – if you believed in that stuff or not. It was the only thing you had left to do, being angry at life.

Otherwise you’d end up losing your mind.

Screams of pain erupted outside, the sounds of people fighting. You craned your neck trying to see what was happening but the screen shielded the doorway from your eyes.

Jeremiah took a step towards the screen, his hands playing with the gun between his gloved fingers. The way he moved once again reminded you of a tiger on the prowl, slow and dangerous. Your hands clenched around the armrests of your chair.

The noise outside stopped.

You stared at the edge of the screen, hoping that you would see just a little bit of what was happening. Hoping against all odds that Bruce would just step out from behind the screen, wrap you up in his arms and carry you out of here – no matter how silly that was.

Unfortunately, you also knew Jeremiah would never let that happen.

The aforementioned Mr. Grinch took a few steps towards the screen, the gun ready in his hand. He was moving slowly, carefully, ready to attack at the slightest hint of danger.

Your nails dug into your palms as you clenched your hands into fists, anxiously staring at Jeremiah’s back. Unfortunately, you couldn’t see anything except the dark purple fabric of his suit. You’d never look at that color the same way again.

Something shifted behind you, nothing more than a brush of air against your neck. A second later, someone was gripping the ropes around your wrists, pulling at them.

You gasped, the sound far too loud for the silence of the room.

A hand shot up, covering your mouth, while a low voice hissed into your ear.

“Shhhh!”

You stopped struggling immediately. Your eyes grew wide but you didn’t dare turn your head or look down, too scared that Jeremiah might notice your movement.

Bruce.

He slowly removed his hand from your mouth, then went back to untying the ropes as quickly as he could.

You tried to keep your breathing even as you looked ahead for Jeremiah. He had disappeared behind the screen, still searching for Bruce.

The ropes were almost loose when Bruce froze, prompting you to crane your head in a desperate attempt to see what was happening.

“Well, would you look at that – Brucie really tried to save his poor Y/n… Too bad it didn’t work.”

Jeremiah pushed Bruce into your line of vision, pressing the gun against his temple. He wrapped his free arm around Bruce’s neck, pulling him closer until he was standing behind him, holding Bruce in a headlock.

You shrieked in fear.

Jeremiah grinned at you. He shifted his weight, running the gun over Bruce’s cheek almost lovingly.

You wanted to throw up.

“Look, Y/n. He's trying so hard to be your hero… Isn't that cute?"

Bruce struggled against Jeremiah’s grip, trying to get free but failing.

You gritted your teeth. The sound of Jeremiah’s voice alone was enough to send a shiver down your spine, making you want to hide and pray he wouldn't find you.

"Jeremiah, let her go! You want me, don't you? Well, you have me. Let her go!" Bruce's voice cracked with desperation.

Jeremiah just made a tsk sound, shaking his head. He tightened his grip around Bruce’s neck, slowly pointing the gun at you while he spoke.

The low rumble of his voice gave you goosebumps.

“Now, why would I do that? Why would I just hurt you when I can torture you… by hurting her?”

Jeremiah’s finger curled around the trigger.

You couldn’t look away. You stared at the gun, barely able to breathe while your heart hammered against your ribcage.

Any minute now, it would all be over…

Heavy footsteps steadily moved towards the door.

Jeremiah whipped his head in the direction of the sound. He frowned, his face contorting into a grimace.

A high pitched noise hit your ears and you cringed away from the sound.

“Jeremiah Valeska!”

Jim Gordon’s unmistakable voice echoed through the door, amplified by a megaphone.

“Stand down. Let the hostages go. You’re surrounded!”

Relief flooded through your body. The feeling was so intense that you grew light-headed.

You’d never been so happy to hear Jim’s voice.

Jeremiah looked back and forth between Bruce, the door and you. He growled angrily.

“This isn’t over, Brucie!”

Jeremiah pushed Bruce away from him with force, making him stumble. Then he ran away – right as GCPD officers stormed into the room.

Jim Gordon headed straight for you while the others scouted the area to make sure there were no other threats. He knelt before your chair, looking at you with worry in his eyes.

“Hey Y/n. Are you okay?”

A whimper escaped your lips when you tried to respond. Seeing Jim felt like a miracle. It was unreal.

Jim cut the ropes and carefully helped you stand up. He gripped your arms when you lost your balance, wrapping one arm around your waist to keep you steady.

Everything you’d been through crashed down on you as you felt the warmth of Jim’s body next to yours. The kidnapping, the fear.

“Bruce…”

Your voice was barely above a whisper.

Where was Bruce? Was he okay?

Did Jeremiah hurt him, did he–

You were trembling.

Bruce appeared in front of you, pulling you into his arms. He was breathing heavily and his hair was a mess, his clothes ripped.

But he was alive.

You threw your arms around him, clinging to him for dear life. Tears stung in your eyes as the realization slowly set in – you were safe. Everything was alright.

Bruce returned the hug, burying his face in the crook of your neck. His shaky breath hit your skin as he held you with just as much desperation. His shoulders slowly fell and he relaxed into the embrace, his breathing slowing down until he was just holding you, his arms wrapped tightly around you.

You buried your face in his shirt, trying your best to breathe slowly. Trying to remind yourself that it was over – Jeremiah was gone. He couldn’t hurt you anymore.

“It’s okay,” Bruce mumbled, “you’re safe.”

He slowly lifted his head, shifting his weight so he could raise a hand to your face. His fingers stroked over the skin of your cheek.

A shiver went down your spine.

You slowly looked up at Bruce. Your heart stumbled in your chest. He was staring at you with what you could only describe as awe and adoration, the slightest hint of a smile on his lips.

Now that you were looking at Bruce, you couldn’t stop. You took in every tiny feature of his beautiful face – the dark eyebrows, his soft brown eyes, the tiny scar next to his nose where you’d once hit him with a pan by accident when you’d tried cooking something for Alfred…

Eventually, your gaze settled on Bruce’s lips and remained there. The desire to kiss him hit you in the gut with an intensity you’d never felt before.

“Y/n?”

Bruce looked at you with a light frown on his face. His eyebrows furrowed as his eyes trailed over your face with a hint of worry.

“Are you okay?”

You managed a nod, absentmindedly chewing on your bottom lip. Before all of this insanity happened, you’d wanted to confess to him. Were you still brave enough to do it now?

Bruce must have mistaken your worries for fear. He lifted his other hand, cupping your face in his palms while he looked at you with soft but serious eyes. His brows furrowed together.

“You’re safe now. Jeremiah can’t get to you, don’t worry. I won’t ever let him touch you again, I swear.”

You smiled shakily, trying to suppress the shiver running up your spine. He just sounded so serious and protective… like he really meant it.

Bruce caressed your cheeks, his thumbs softly running over your skin. He just looked at you, the frown on his face disappearing and making space for what you could only describe as adoration.

The pure softness and – dare you say – love shining out of his warm brown eyes was overwhelming.

Bruce took a deep breath. His eyes wandered over your face, flickering to your lips for a second before he practically ripped his gaze away. He gulped, slowly opening his mouth.

“Y/n, I– There’s something I’ve been wanting to tell you for a while. I– I know this is a lot, especially after today but–“

You were listening with growing disbelief. Your heart hammered against your ribcage. Was he really saying what you thought he did?

Bruce lowered his head as if he was scared to look at you. “I love you.”

You couldn’t describe the chaotic emotions that battled in your chest. The confession rendered you speechless. You had to just stand in silence and breathe for a while.

“Really?” you finally managed to ask.

Bruce chuckled under his breath.

“Yes, really. I’ve been in love with you for years. And if you don’t feel the same, it’s okay–“

You cut him off, tugging him towards you by his sweater and pressing your lips to his.

Bruce froze.

He recovered quickly, wrapping his arms around you as he returned the kiss with a passion that took your breath away.

You heard Jim’s voice somewhere in the background but it was muffled, as if it were coming from far away.

One of your hands grabbed hold of Bruce’s black sweater, pulling him even closer to you. He tightened his arm around you in return, cupping the back of your head with his other hand.

Butterflies fluttered wildly in your stomach.

Bruce slowly broke the kiss. He didn’t pull away from you completely, just lingered, his lips inches from yours. Your shaky breaths mingled.

You just stared at him for a moment, still caught up in the feeling of Bruce’s lips on yours.

Jim loudly cleared his throat.

“This is so cute and I’m glad you’re finally together – but you should really go home. You need to process what happened.”

You forced yourself to look away from Bruce and nodded.

“Thank you.” you said softly, hoping it could express not only how grateful you were that Jim had come to rescue you, but also that he cared about you enough to want you to be safe.

Jim gave you a small smile before he walked back over to the GCPD officers to check in with them.

You reached for Bruce’s hand, smiling to yourself when he locked his fingers with yours.

“Do you need to call Alfred?”

Bruce nodded. He borrowed a phone from one of the officers and dialed Alfred’s number. He had to sit through a long lecture about safety and how he had endangered you as well, before Alfred finally hung up.

You grinned in amusement when Bruce gave back the phone and looked at you with exaggerated annoyance.

His face quickly softened as he lifted his free hand, swiping his thumb over your cheek.

“I meant what I said, you know,” he said in a low voice, “I love you and I will protect you, whatever happens.”

You leaned into his touch, smiling softly while you looked at Bruce.

“I love you too.”

Finally being able to say it out loud felt almost unreal.

A bright grin spread over Bruce’s face in response. He cupped your face in his hands, kissing you softly.

You buried your hands in his hair, closing your eyes as everything around you faded away. The only thing that mattered was Bruce.

If being with him felt like this, you couldn’t wait for what the future would bring.

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