#thor's blond eyebrows

[thissmallplace]

My hot take: I think Thor's bleached eyebrows were gorgeous. More evidence here:

[abby118]

I see a lot of hate for the bleached brows and I'm sorry guys but if you want a character to be naturally blonde, that's not hair exclusive. I liked them. And sure, I was blonde too when I was born and turned brunette (aside from the fact it's dyed black now) but that doesn't happen when you're over a thousand years old already lol

[worstloki]

Marvel like: what is character development does it taste good 🤔

Marvel has been eating the character equipment D:

[babygirlthor]

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[r4ilway]

Spots of Jealousy (Pt. 1)

Pt 2

Summary: Your friends invite you to a Halloween party. The man you won't acknowledge that you have a small crush on comes with another girl you've never met before. Not knowing what to feel or do, you give him a taste of his own medicine by messing with your roommate in front of him.

pairing: college!Hyunjin x college!Reader, some college!Chan x college!Reader

genre: Suggestive ❤️‍🔥

warnings: bad writing, Alcohol consumption, fake blood, a lot of tension, making out, dry humping (?), grinding

notes: hi, first fic ever on here. im really rusty on writing so im sorry if some moments seem rushed or just not right? yeah idk. also its NOT PROOFREAD!

divider by: @strangergraphics

Walking into the lecture hall, you took a seat next to the long black-haired male wearing a loose black sweater and jeans. His laptop was out on the table, and he was looking through his phone. Noticing your presence, he turned to you.

"Morning Y/N, did Felix say he'd come today?" He asked, his sleepy eyes looking into yours.

"I dunno hyunnie. He didn't text in the groupchat," You replied.

You placed some coffee candies near his hand that rested on the wooden desk. His eyebrows raised seeing them. Sure they were probably not caffeinated, but maybe it's taste that mimicked his favourite americanos would wake him up.

You settled down at your desk, and a few minutes later, Felix took a seat next to me. His blonde hair a little disheveled, and he wore an oversized shirt and swearpants.

"Morning Y/N, Hyung," He smiled softly.

"Hey Felix." You said, passing him some candy, he smiled. He opened the wrapper and ate one of them.

Our professor came in a few moments later, starting off the lesson.

While the lesson was reaching its end, Felix got bored. He looked through his phone and was reminded of what he wanted to say.

"Are yall going to the party later this week?" Felix asked in a hushed voice.

"What party?" You replied.

"Johnny's. He's hosting a halloween party on Saturday night."

"What?" Hyunjin butted in.

"You guys didn't know?" Felix questioned.

Hyunjin and I shook heads.

"Who's coming?" Hyunjin asked.

"The usual, Minho, Seungmin, Changbin, Jeongin, Chan, Jisung, and whoever else,"

Your ears perked up hearing Chan's name mentioned. He didn't seem one for parties, at least from the conversations you were having. What You had with Chan seemed complex but really was the same old trope. You met him and the boys through Hyunjin, your roommate. They'd have gatherings and since your apartment was the largest and most available, it became the designated hang-out spot. They always extend the invitation to you. When you first saw Chan you thought he was very attractive, his black undercut hair, sharp eyes and nose, and such a built body. He wasn't the most popular kid around college, but he was averagely known, by his group of friends too. So if you had found him attractive surely girls did too. The more you guys hung out, the more you got to know his caring nature, the small gestures he would do, like protecting sharp corners of furniture with his hands, his calloused hands that rubbed your thighs if were watching a scene you didn't like, or his need to always have some sort of skinship with you, his arm next to yours, your legs on his lap. The tension was ever-growing between you two, you got excited if he were to come over, him having a small smile whenever near you. You had a small crush on him, maybe a little bigger than small. But yet, none of you said anything, enjoying whatever "don't wanna love" attitude you both shared. Your texts would also have hints of flirting, like cops and robbers chasing each other.

"Johnny said to bring a date, or come with friends..the more the merrier," Felix added.

"Kay, you have an costume already?" Hyunjin asked.

"Yeah! I'm being Thor this year," He replied.

You all laughed knowing he would look ridiculous in the costume. Soon enough, the class ended. You packed up your things and left, walking out of the building.

The three of you proceeded to walk to parking lot, Felix was hanging out at your place for the day to get some work done, and you and Hyunjin just wanted to crash. While walking out of the campus, you saw chan walking with a girl. You recognised her, Haru, she was a pretty popular girl in school, always sociable and obviously attractive. Your heart sank a little seeing Chan with her. Of course he'd be with her. But what about what you guys had? All the small touches, tender words, suggestive moments? You pulled yourself out of those thoughts, no longer looking in their direction. Reaching the parking lot, you guys hopped into the car and left.

A few days passed, and Saturday evening had already arrived. The group chat with you and the 8 boys was super active, they were discussing costumes, who needed a ride and who they were coming with. You on the other hand were getting ready, your makeup took extra time as it was something you hadn't tried. There's been a recent trend of leopard makeup, and you decided to go as a sexy leopard, a leopard print halter top that cut low, exposing your cleavage, with a miniskirt of the same print. After some time, you finally finish your look and admire yourself in the mirror. Your eyes that mimicked the predator animal made you look sultry, the dark lip you had accentuated its plumpness. Good luck to anyone who saw you tonight, cause you were definitely stealing the spotlight.

Hyunjin knocked on your door and opened it, seeing you check yourself out in the mirror.

"Y/N, could you help me out with the makeup?"

You nodded. And told him to come in and sit in your chair. Hyunjin was always handsome, and you felt an attraction to him all the time. Didn't help that you would find him in just sweatpants when you were getting late night snacks, and his muscles would look oh so good in the dim lighting.

"What do you want done hyunie?"

"Some eyeshadow? Maybe blood on the corner of my lip?" He said, looking up at you.

You picked up some dark eyeshadow, and brushed it on his eyelid, making his gaze darker from his usual soft look. This was the closest you've been to each other despite living under one roof. His eyes stared up at you as while you concentrate on him. Your heart started pumping a bit faster, and the air in the room was harder to breathe.

"You have a date for tonight?" He asked.

"No, but Felix did say we can come with friends, I'm assuming we're the friends?" You lightly laughed, yet a hint of sadness in your voice.

While everyone in the groupchat was talking about just coming as friends and bringing their other friends, Chan didnt reply much. You let them know you didnt really have a date either and would love to match costumes with them, but they all had their own ideas. You guys ended up agreeing to just come as a group of friends, when probing Chan, he mentioned he'll be coming with someone else.

"You've seen Chan and Haru right? You think they're going together tonight?" He said

You froze for a second, your hand with the brush now pulled away from his eyes, your heart reenacting the sinking feeling when you first saw them walking earlier this week. You shrug, you really didn't know if they were and hoping they didn't.

"Ah, oh well, we'll just see later," He commented, taking your wrist to place the brush near his eye again.

You finished up his eye makeup, you had to calm down to work on his lips, and your heart was racing. You picked up some red lipstick and signalled him to open his mouth slightly. You painted on the red slowly, and his gaze continued to linger on you. You wished he'd stop, or at least not continuously keep his eyes on you like that. The tightness in your chest grew, you had to finish this now to save yourself from doing anything embarrassing. You picked up the fake blood he had in his hands and dripped it at the corner of his lips, the blood trailing further down, stopping at his chin before the drop fell to the floor. I stepped back from him, letting him look at himself in the mirror. He grinned seeing how attractive he looked.

"Thank you Y/N..you look amazing by the way." He commented.

You smiled, and started accesorising yourself, putting on the leopard ears that lied on your makeup table. You put on earrings, and bracelets, blinging yourself up.

"I'm gonna go first okay Y/N, gonna meet some other friends to pre-drink. You'll be alright hm?" He asked cuffing his sleeves up. Looking at you with his sharp gaze.

"Yes hyunnie, I'll get an uber or something," You smiled.

"Okay, see you there pretty~" He cooed, winking at you before closing the door.

When you heard the door close, the air suddenly felt clear in your airways, your heart rate slowed.

"Holy fuck.." You whispered to yourself, and sat on your bed.

Hyunjin was another problem you had in your life. He was always flirty, but he was flirty with everyone right? At least, thats what you saw. But he never really brought home a girl, or maybe he only did if you weren't around? Being roomates who were single had blurred the lines of friends so much, casual arm around shoulders or him carrying you on his back was nothing. You guys knew that this wasn't what just friends would do, but who cares right? But the tension always grew in that goddamn kitchen, it being a cosy fit for you two, so if you guys cooked together or were picking up something, you couldn't avoid each other. It didn't help with his inability to understand personal space, always being up in your face and him catching you staring at his back muscles whenever they showed. And the way he grabbed your wrist so casually yet with dominance just now, it'd be no surprise if something finally happened tonight.

You heard your phone vibrate and picked it up, seeing Felix had texted you.

Chicklix: still home? i'm getting an uber and can pick you up along the way.

Me: yeah im home

Chicklix: okay, see you in 15 😛

You turned your phone off, and checked your makeup once again. You touched up some of the leopard spots and filmed a few tiktoks to post, taking some selfies too. You headed down stairs, picking out a fruit to fill your stomach. Sitting on the living room couch, you put on your platform boots. Soon, your phone buzzed, seeing Felix text that hes here. Turning off all the lights, you left your apartment and walked to the uber, seeing the blonde in the car. You stepped in the car.

"Lets go."

You two arrived at the house, place, thanking the driver and quickly shutting the door. You finally got to see Felix under the street lights and burst out laughing.

"What?!" He asked.

"Bro, this is not thor..this is maybe a thur," You cackled, looking at the muscles that were deformed in his costume.

"OK! OK! I just wanted to feel cool, you're hating and people will like my costume. So lets go." He said, slinging his foam Mjolnir around his wrist.

You laughed and followed behind, hearing the music grow louder. The party had already started a few moments ago, the time read 12.03 AM. Stepping in, the bass of the speakers and subwoofers crawled through the floor all the way up your body. You and Felix waved through through the crowd and managed to find Minho, Changbin and Jisung amongst the crowd.

They all greeted you with smiles, complimenting your costume and makeup. Minho was dressed as Gojo Satoru, Changbin was a boxer, and Jisung was Shin from Nana. The wigs they wore were wacky, but their bodies did their costumes justice.

"Wheres the others?" Felix shouted over the music.

"The others? Hyunjin just came too, he's with Seungmin and Jeongin I think? Somewhere there," Jisung motioned, pointing west from where we were.

"So wheres Chan?" I asked, everyone was here but him.

"He's on his way i think!" Jisung replied.

I grinned at them and signalled that I'd go look for the other three. I walked in the general direction Jisung pointed me in, and soon saw a familiar silhouette with two other men.

"Y/N! You look great!" Jeongin said, with a wide red smile on his face. He donned a purple coat and green hair with white facepaint, the joker, of course.

Seungmin waved to you and he dressed as Pororo, and he really looked like it without any make up too. He was chatting with Hyunjin, who still looked as delectable as he did when he left home. They were all feeling the alcohol a little bit, which reminded you to grab one yourself. You told them you were gonna get a drink and if any of them wanted a refill.

"Help me get a drink pretty, make it strong too, thank you," Hyunjin bent down to you to whisper in your ear.

You nodded, goosebumps rising as you feel his hot breath on your ear, travelling down your spine. He was usually naturally close to you for sure, but he rarely ever did something like that. You sauntered away, your miniskirt shuffling against your upper thighs, making your ass barely shielded from wandering eyes. Yet thats what you wanted. You weren't the type to look sexy on halloween usually, last year you did a pretty accurate costume of Justin Bieber in his golden age, so you gave yourself a chance to just look irresistable tonight. You went towards the drinks and grabbed a cup, fixing yourself a tequila soda, knowing it gets you tipsy quick, you just got Hyunjin a whiskey and coke, you weren't sure what he usually gets, but this was a safe bet, pouring more whiskey than usual.

Walking back to the group, you saw an additional figure and a girl. At first, you thought it was Johnny, but Johnny had dyed hair, and this guy didn't. His black hair on the back of his head, and his biceps paraded with the tight black shirt he had on. He had a gun harness which wrapped around his chest. Judging from that and the belt and pants he wore, he was a police officer...and the girl next to him was a prisoner, in a tight orange jumpsuit, the bottom half allowed some of her ass to show through, a handcuff resting on her wrist. You sighed knowing exactly who the two were. Swallowing your pride, you walked towards them and slotted yourself between Hyunjin and Jeongin. Passing Hyunjin his drink, he smiled at you, nodding thank you before taking a drink. He made a face at the alcoholic taste that wasn't masked by the coke but remembered he asked to have it strong. You waved a small hello to Chan and Haru, not really paying any mind to them. You could feel his eyes on you, and your confidence turned into consciousness, did he think you were doing too much with your costume? Was your makeup bad? Were you showing too much skin? You suddenly felt small in his gaze, you left the house feeling so confident and so attractive and it all turned to everything opposite. And there Chan was, opposite you, looking dangerously fine. The way his black fringe covered his forehead, and his sharp eyes enhanced by the dark makeup similar to Hyunjins. Fake wound marks that went across his nose, and neck and fake bruises on his arm to make it look like he had just left a dangerous cop fight. And the stupid fucking shirt he had on, with the harness that pushed against his beautiful chest. He looked even more insatiable than normal, you hated it. Your eyes turned to Haru, her orange jumpsuit that stopped at her upper thigh, her make-up mimicking Chan's with her messy long hair. Your blood boiled thinking that no one else could've done that makeup for him but her, imagining both of them in the exact same scenario as you and Hyunjin.

You pulled yourself away from the group, not wanting to put yourself in such turmoil any longer. You gravitated towards the snacks, having little to eat that night. Take a big gulp of your drink, the taste going down your throat with resistance. You took a bite of the cream puff you had to chase the drink away, walking back to Minho and Changbin instead, but bumped into Hyunjin, he softly giggled and slung an arm around your shoulder to bring you to Changbin and Minho. They were sat on the couch, and you joined them.

"Lookin good Y/N," Minho smiled.

"Thank you Minho, I put in so much time in this makeup.." You complained.

He laughed. Hyunjin was sat next to you enjoying the music, nodding his head lazily to the music. His arm still slung around your shoulder, and he pulled you closer. You could smell the cologne he wore, and looked at the tight pants that enhanced his muscular thighs. Naturally you leaned into his touch.

"Who's that girl with Chan?" Minho asked.

"Haru or something," Hyunjin replied.

"Oh. Like a talking stage? Or just friend?"

"I don't know, i just see them around campus sometimes,"

You looked at Chan, the girl standing next to him as he talked to his other friends. You sighed to yourself. You weren't even sure why you hated the sight, you were not a thing with Chan, but theres definitely something going on between you two. And to match costumes too?

After a few moments of chatting Hyunjin was getting bored of sitting around, and the music wasn't hitting right yet.

"Did you guys know they have a pool table here? Wanna play?" Hyunjin asked

The 2 of you stood up, Changbin and Minho stayed behind, saying they'd maybe play later. The green suede table sat a bit further away from the main area, but you could still see it. They all picked up cue poles each, but you hesistated.

"I've never played pool you know," You commented, picking up a pole with uncertainty.

"I'll teach you," Hyunjin smiled.

Hyunjin broke the perfectly aligned balls, spreading them around the table. He then tried to get a ball in but didnt succeed. He gestured for your turn, and you walked up to the table. Hyunjin saw your struggle and came up behind you. You mimicked your pose like Hyunjin's, bending your body over, putting your pole behind the white ball but your position was off, and you didn't know how to position your fingers. Hyunjin saw your struggle and came up directly behind your bent body. You could feel the small distance between your ass and his crotch, and he quickly closed it up. He bent over, his face right next to yours.

"Put your fingers like this pretty," He whispered, posing your left fingers with his right hand.

He used the same hand and attached it to your right.

"Push with me,"

His right hand held yours and pushed the pole with enough force to push the white ball and hit a striped ball into the hole. You got up with excitement and your ass brushed against his front. You turned around and realised the closeness between you two. The air was hard to breathe again, seeing his costume in the lighting just made him even more fine. He usually wore baggy clothing, so this black button up he wore accentuated his arms, and it being slightly unbuttoned showed off his chest. You backed away and you back hit the table. He paid no mind to the space you created, closing it up again. He took away the pole in your hands and placed it on the table. His arms on each side of you.

"You're dangerous tonight Y/N," He slurred.

"Me? What about you? Everytime i make space you just come right here," You flirted, inserting a finger under his necklace, pulling him a bit closer. You sat yourself on the table, knocking some of the balls away. He stared up at you, his gaze was different. This wasn't anything like your casual flirts. The need in him was dire. His face so close to you, you could smell the alcohol. Your vision was getting a bit blurry too, which made it 10x easier to play around.

"We still have the rest of the night Y/N, lets make this game last," He smiled.

You lazily pushed him back, and got down from the table. Just then, Jeongin, Seungmin and Changbin came by to play pool too. You excused yourself, opting to find some other friends you heard would be at the party. Before you left, his arm snaked around your waist turning you towards him.

"Find me later pretty, promise?" He asked.

You nodded sweetly, pulling away from his hold and into the crowd once again. You saw your friend Belle standing alone, and approached her.

"Belle! You look amazing!" You comment, referring to her Barbie costume.

"Thank you! Y/N I havent seen you in awhile, and you look stunning babe, did you do the makeup yourself?"

"Yeah, sorry we havent talked in awhile, been so busy,"

You both sat on some stools, catching up on your lives in college. You guys also discussed the mutual friends you knew in your lives.

"Oh by the way, i keep seeing this girl with Chan all the time, who's that?" She asked.

"Girl, you don't know Haru?"

"Clearly not!"

"To be honest, I dont know much of her either..just know she's pretty and well liked,"

"But didn't you and Chan like...ya know"

"What?! What do you mean?" You exclaimed.

"Oh my god Y/N not like that! I meant you guys had something happening no?"

You sighed, thinking about whether you should just brush it off or talk about it.

"I don't know Belle, this has got me fucked up to be honest."

Belle nodded, urging you to continue.

"I dunno Belle, I mean i really think he's attractive, he casually flirts with me and always is gentle and sweet to me, he never once rejected some advances I made too. Now i'm so fucked up over him bringing another girl i dont even know to this damn party. And i dont even feel like its right for me to be mad cause we weren't ever a situationship or anything like that."

She placed a hand on your bare back, rubbing a thumb up and down in comfort. You sighed into her touch, placing a hand on her thigh as a thank you.

"I mean, if it helps you I noticed he's been looking at you a lot since he came,"

You shot her a look.

"Don't make me delusional Belle,"

"No I'm serious! When you went to play pool, his eyes just followed you to where you were going,"

"Am i supposed to believe you?"

"Well look at him right now," She gestured with a nod of her head.

You looked in the direction she pointed, and met eyes with Chan. He had Haru next to him, her hand on his thigh, but he was looking right at you. As you caught him, he didn't bother to even break the contact. You were dressed as a predator animal, but you were a prey now. You tensed up, and quickly turned back to Belle.

"He's been like that ever since he came, brought a girl with him but cant stop looking at you huh? Well i would too, with how you look tonight," She laughed.

You snapped out of your thoughts. She had a point. He brought Haru yet couldn't stop looking at you. You didn't know the reason, but you could give him a reason right now. You suddenly grabbed Belle's hand, and bumped your cups together, downing the drink before dragging her to the dancefloor. You started slow, just swaying your hips to the beat, and when the song got more hype, you started incorporating your arms, trailing them down your body, making sure every curve was covered. Belle hyped you up, wooing at you and dancing along. She started doing the same, waving her body from side to side, her arms up in the air. You cheered her on. She then started body rolling to the beat of the music and encouraged you to join her. Your back towards her chest, you guys body rolled in sync without a care of who's watching. You looked at where Chan was sitting, and saw he still had his eyes on you. His fist on the armrest of the couch, knuckles white. His tongue poking his cheek seeing you dance sexily. Belle wasn't lying. You gave him a smile, and winked at him, continuing to lose yourself to the music.

Belle dancing got the attention of some guy at the party, she then started to dance with him. You continued to dance alone, soon getting tired and wanting another drink. You made your way out of the crowd, going to pour yourself another drink. As you approached the drinks, you felt a looming presence behind you, quickly shifted to your side. With your dazed gaze, you saw the black top and instantly knew who it was. You got him. You ignored him at first, continuing to pour yourself a drink. Chan did the same, before speaking to you.

"Y/N.."

"Well hi channie," You said, looking him up and down deliciously. There was no denying how handsome he looked in the costume. The police costume enhanced his dominant nature.

"You're breathtaking pretty girl," He sighed, looking at all the skin you were showing, with your cleavage peeking through your top.

"Careful with that mouth Chan, wouldn't want your girl to hear you say that to me," You snarked, however, your heart raced at the compliment. He has never said anything of that calibre to you.

His tongue poked his cheek again, a thing he did when he was frustrated. His calloused fingers landed on your waist, holding you tenderly despite how he was feeling. You smirked. This feeling was so familiar, you were so glad to have it back.

"Quite a performer are you?" He asked, his face getting even closer to yours.

"Had to give you a reason to be staring, no?" You teased, a hand stroking his large biceps.

"I don't need a reason, pretty girl..."

"Then i don't need a reason to be with you now, besides, you have your little criminal to attend to," You laughed, pushing him away, before rushing off back to the dance floor.

Chan groaned at your act. He thought he'd finally have you, forget Haru. But you ran off just like that.

You moved through the bodies and saw the black button up you knew so well, dancing with his friends. His white painted faced turned to you as you tapped his shoulder.

"Hyunnie, wanna dance?"

"Of course pretty,"

You lead him further into the dance floor, starting to dance to the music. Hyunjin followed, unbuttoning another button from his shirt, cooling him down and letting him move easier. He started to move with you, his hands landed on your waist from the back guiding you to move with him. You whined your hips, occasionally brushing against him, you smiled at the contact. You let yourself loose, whining and grinding against him. He couldn't hold it any longer and had to look at you. He took your hand and raised it, encouraging you to do a turn. You turned your body towards him, seeing his handsome face and his exposed chest begging to be marked up.

"I never knew a leopard could be so sexy," He said.

"I never wanted a vampire to bite me so bad," You blurted.

He smirked, a fang peeking through.

"Is that a challenge pretty? Want me to bite you like one?"

"Hmm, its up to you hyunnie, could mark me up in front of all these people, make me look pretty," You flirted into his ear, as youlooked off to the side to find Chan sat on a sofa Haru sat on his lap. She was giggling to whatever the other boys at the sofa were saying, but Chan paid no mind. All he saw was you, and how he wished your hands were on him instead of Hyunjin.

Hyunjin was a several drinks deep, so he easily pushed your hair away from your neck, tilting your head. He attached his mouth onto the bare skin. His lips leaving soft kisses on the area, and he started to suck and nip at the skin slowly, yet hard. You moaned lightly at the feeling, your neck was an erogenous zone, so it heightened your senses so much. You felt 2 fangs prod at the skin, and you gasped. He has his arm around your waist, and looks up to see his hyung staring right at him. The red that you painted on him was now painted on you. He detached his mouth, a light trail of saliva followed. He could feel the anger from Chan's intense gaze, and gave a cocky grin. He looked at the masterpiece he created, grinning to himself.

"So beautiful.." He said softly.

Your cheeks flushed at his compliment. Feeling a wave of confidence after the compliment, you pulled him towards a nearby couch. He sat down, and you sat down next to him, a hand on your thigh as you both maintained the tension. Earned It by The Weeknd started playing, and you got up, having the perfect plan.

You make it look like it's magic

You sauntered your hips to the beat, your back a few feet away from Hyunjin. His legs spread wide, almost calling you. Chan sat directly opposite you two, Haru still on his lap. He stared you down hungrily.

But I see nobody, nobody but you

You mouthed the lyrics, staring right into Chan's predator eyes. You then turned back towards Hyunjin, walking towards him, giving the same show to Chan now. He had a full view of your ass barely covered by the miniskirt.

I'm never confused, Hey Hey I'm so used to being used

You straddled Hyunjins lap, he naturally placed his hands on your waist. You started to grind slowly against him, he could not focus on anything else but you. You felt his cock through his pants, it was semi-hard under you.

So I love when you call unexpected, cause i hate when the moment's expected.

You got up, and sat on his lap, your skin rubbed against the tight pants he wore, feeling every part of his thigh and groin.

So I'ma care for you, you, you

The speakers sang, as you grinded your ass into him, swaying side to side to the song. Your body gave attention to Hyunjin, but your eyes entirely looking at Chan. His gaze followed your every move, he clenched his fists up, controlling himself. You felt a hand on the curve of your back, and leaned into the touch. Your hands rubbed Hyunjins thighs up and down. You felt something poking you as you grinded into his clothed cock. Hyunjin pulled you even further into him, creating delicious friction to relieve him. Hyunjin was enjoying the entire show you put on for him, his ego grew and grew realising you gave him what his hyung wanted so badly. Jokes on him for bringing another girl here other than you. He tapped you, you turned around. He pulled you into his lap once more, now your legs straddled his left thigh, an arm around your waist.

"God Y/N...You're making me fucking crazy. Mark me up will you pretty?"

You happily obliged, planting a kiss on his cheek that left a mark. You moved down, planting soft kisses on his neck. You felt the skin of his neck vibrate as he hummed at the feeling. You reached his chest, and kissed and sucked near his collabone. You continued to do the same to wherever you could find skin, leaving your lip print all over him. Pulling away, you admired the masterpiece you made of him, and pulled out your phone to take a picture. Showing him, he laughed and pulled you closer with one arm, your arm around his neck.

"Hm pretty, making me an artpiece yeah? Wanna show everyone that I'm yours?" He said, planting a soft kiss on your shoulder.

You giggled softly. Leaning into him. The closeness and tension that never stopped was too much for you to even handle any more. Your faces so near each other, he stared at your lips with such want. You made the decision for him, your lips meeting his for the first time. His soft lips melted into yours, he opened his lips slightly and continued to kiss you gently. His hands roamed your body, and you placed a hand on his chest. You opened your mouth wider, allowing him to kiss you deeper. At the moment, it felt like it was just you two there, never mind the music and the many people around you. You pulled away from him, looking at his pretty face now with messed-up lipstick. You had to have him, to finally let go of it all.

Leaning into Hyunjin's ear, you whispered to him, "Hyunnie...wanna go home? I think we gave them enough of a show," You suggested, your breath on him made him shudder. He couldn't contain it either.

He nodded. In an instant, he let you stand up, him following along. You went to say goodbye to Belle and the boys, passing by Chan but paying no mind. You could feel his head turn as you two walked away from the crowd and to the front door. He sighed, seeing the image of Hyunjin's arm around your waist and the way yours and Hyunjin's lipstick were messed up, remnants of each other's makeup evident. There was no question what you would do back home.

[lokisgoodgirl]

Secretive Santa: The Lakes [Loki x Reader]

The Lakes Masterlist / Regular Masterlist Summary: (8) Seasons may have changed, but some hearts still need soothed. And what better time than Christmas for some well-intentioned mischief? Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Usual Lakes fare. Established relationship. Theve (?) Soft smut , mild angst, humour, fluff and cunning plans throughout. (w/c 7.3k)

You would never forget the look on Thor’s face as the Fiat had drawn up the loose stone drive to the cottage. The glow of his smile was visible through the windshield at 100 paces.

As he and Rogers had exited the car with a spring in their step, you were starting to think the last two days had been just what everyone had needed.

The air was crisp this morning, winter’s first biting chill stinging your cheeks.

Steve’s face was glossy and fresh with the flushed sheen of recent spa treatments. His forehead shone. He strode towards you with a nod, extending his hand to shake Loki’s with a quiet ‘howdy’ as Thor brought up the rear.

‘Do you really think they slept together?’ you’d gaped to Loki as you’d lain in bed after dinner last night, thoroughly sated with food and sex. Loki had laughed gently, making your chin bounce on his bare chest. ‘There were twelve condoms in the pack I bought to get a rise from Rogers,’ he’d replied. An eyebrow had risen as you stared vacantly. ‘How many times have we had sex, darling?’ Loki had continued.

A smirk had played at the corner of his perfect mouth, still glistening with your arousal. It was burned into your memory. The soft mischief in every line.

You had bit your lip, the look of intense concentration on your face making Loki chuckle again. ‘Full, or just oral?’ you’d replied wilfully. ‘Ten,’ Loki had mouthed, raking a hand through his hair as he arched his back. One of his legs draped over the side of the single bed. ‘There were ten in the box when they left. So either-’ ‘It’s happened, or it’s going to!’ you’d gasped. Loki had shrugged. Maybe, his silence had said - but he was still smiling. Now, you tilted your chin as Thor stood beside Steve.

The captain hooked an arm around the blonde god’s shoulder, the pep of the men’s familiar pleasantries filling the air like birdsong. Thor’s followed suit, giving each other an affectionate pat before breaking apart. “You guys ready to blow off?” Steve asked, gesturing to the Fiat.

Loki’s nose wrinkled. “I humbly petition to sit in the front passenger seat this time.” he muttered, making his suitcase disappear in a flash of green. “We can take turns,” Thor offered. A relevation.

Startled, Loki’s eyebrows rose. You looked between them, smiling as the men nodded agreement in sage trifecta.

Although you’d been lumbered driving for the next seven hours back to the Essex compound, it would be another world than the trip up had been. And besides, none of these particular Earth's Mightiest Heroes could drive stick.

“Let’s go home,” you murmured, meeting Loki’s eyes as his hand slid into yours with a squeeze. “Home,” he smiled.

Days turned to weeks, and weeks to months. The seasons changed again. But thankfully, Loki had not.

Frost adorned trees lining Central Park were visible from the god’s bedroom window. Like cake toppers, you mused as you pulled the curtains behind a sash, dusted with icing sugar. A pair of strong hands slid around your waist, slippers nipping at your heels as he moulded his stomach against your back.

Long fingers tugged against the loose sash of your robe.

“Come back to bed,” he murmured against the muss of your morning hair. His breath was warm in the shell of your ear, the heat of his skin sinking from his bare chest through your gown.

You could feel the bulge in his loose pyjama pants pulse against your ass. “They need me,” you whined, tilting your chin to meet his pleading eyes. He knew you couldn’t resist those eyes. Christmas lights on the tree in the corner lit up the golden veins of his irises. “I need you,” he retorted. The wounded tone of his voice tugged your heartstrings.

You rolled your eyes.

Loki tutted. “Agent?” he warned playfully. Playful, but no less devastating. It made your core flush with ill-timed desire. “We don’t do that anymore.” It had become a mantra. An amber light which snuffed out behaviours that no longer had a place in your relationship. And expectation of equality, you conceded, worked both ways. “Come back to bed,” he husked again, deeper this time.

Loki’s forefinger looped around the sash of your robe, stepping back slowly. Two steps, then three. You followed, falling to his lap as he sat back on the mattress. “It’s cold outside. Rogers will understand.” You scoffed, curling the mess of his hair behind one perfectly formed ear. Whatever happened, it needed to sound believable. Just a normal mission. A normal mission. “It’s not Steve I’m worried about,” you said.

Loki frowned, urging you to continue as his fingers danced dangerously up your leg. They began to massage the curve of your ass beneath the silk. “It’s your brother – he’s been antsy all week. All month, actually. Chewed Scott out the other day for being late – even Steve was embarrassed.” Loki’s hand paused. “Will he be there? On this ‘very important mission’?” he muttered, staring at your breasts with a faraway look in his eyes. “My brother, I mean…” You swallowed, the oath of utter secrecy bubbling behind your teeth, willing itself to be broken.

You managed a half-hearted shrug. Loki’s pinched fingers slid down the opening of your robe, before raising his gaze with a wolfish glint.

“Perhaps Rogers is rubbing off on him,” he quipped, lips stretching in a smirk. You slapped his shoulder lightly, trying to stand before Loki pulled you back in. His lips traced your own, inhaling against your breath. “Or on him,” he finished smugly.

You slapped his shoulder again.

“It’s been ages since the lakes, and neither of them have said a word,” you huffed, standing and shrugging your robe to the floor.

Taking a moment to enjoy the awed slant of Loki’s brows, you turned and made your way to the small selection of clothes you kept in his rooms. “If they were a thing, we’d know by now. They barely speak to each other these days.” You unhooked a combat suit, feeling the weight of Loki’s stare on your naked ass. “Has Thor said anything to you?” you asked innocently, glancing back over your shoulder. The god’s eyes snapped from your rear to your face.

“What?” he coughed. He was hard. “Has Thor said anything to you?” you repeated, trying to hold in a satisfied smile. “About him and Steve?” Loki crossed his legs, trying to dampen the arousal pumping through his veins. “No,” he sniffed. “But he is acting particularly meat-headishness of late. I should speak to him.” “You should-” you said, pulling the suit over your shoulders and sliding the zip upwards. Loki’s crestfallen eyes lingered as your cleavage disappeared from view. “I should-” he muttered absent-mindedly as you drew closer and leant down to give him a kiss. His train of thought dissipated in the air.

You paused, feeling his breath cloud around your mouth. As much as you wanted to stay, this was important. The secrecy that surrounded Steve’s message had made that clear.

Loki kissed you. First soft, then firm. A promise.

And the warmth of it lingered as you made your reluctant way down the Tower elevators and into the crisp New York December day.

You checked the top right corner of the screen nestled in your thick gloves. Nine seventeen. Shit. The dot on the GPS moved up East 50th street. Skies had darkened, clouds threatening snow. Wreaths and lightbulb-adorned foliage hung against shop windows, festive displays catching your eye.

That jacket would look incredible on Loki, you thought fleetingly; before the shade of a skyscraper loomed above. Making a mental note to come back and get it, you paused; taking a moment at the railing. It overlooked the golden statue in Rockefeller Plaza. Even at this time in the morning, skaters made their way around the rink with various displays of aptitude. A man who reminded you very much of Colin Robertson hung stiffly onto the side as his other half skated backwards, encouraging him enthusiastically. You smiled. “Thanks for coming,” a voice murmured over your shoulder.

You clutched your chest. “Steve!” you gasped.

Ever since the lakes, the relationship with your superior had become a lot more familiar. An unexpected bonus. The captain wore a thick hat low on his brow. And sunglasses, of course. A navy blue jacket was zipped up under his chin. He looked stiff, hands jammed in his pockets. He glanced anxiously over his shoulder while you leant against the railing. “You going to tell me what this is about, now?” you said quietly.

Steve nodded curtly, clearing his throat. It fogged the air. “Seems I drew Odinson in the secretive santa and I need your advice.” You arched a brow, ‘secretive santa’ making your lip twitch with laughter which would be entirely inappropriate.

“Go on,” you mustered warily. Steve cleared his throat again, removing his sunglasses. He produced a small microfibre flannel from his pocket, beginning to polish them. “You know him better than I do, see” he mumbled, meeting your sceptical gaze. You titled your head. Steve’s cheeks were pink. And not from cold. Not just from cold, anyway.

“I don’t know about that,” you replied softly. The captain’s eyes narrowed, searching for any hint of ulterior meaning.

“You spent a lot of time together before the cabin,” you explained, seeing his face soften. “- which I appreciate, by the way. We both do.” You squeezed his hand. “I think together we can find the perfect gift – don’t you?” Steve exhaled loudly. It was relief. “Well, I did have one idea I wanted to run by you…” he smiled shyly.

Your eyebrows rose.

In response, Steve nudged his head towards a store on the other side of the plaza. A smile stretched across your face.

“Perfect!” you cried, making Steve cringe. “Keep your voice down,” he hushed, wincing as a passer by jostled his shoulder. “I don’t want that Heimdall character ruining the surprise.” You laughed playfully. “If you’re on his radar then-” you started, before thinking better of it. Thankfully, Steve was too busy putting his sunglasses on and tugging the woolly hat down to notice.

FAO Schwarz was heaving with shoppers. Crowds bustled around elaborate displays of every toy imaginable. Normal-looking businessmen and women clutched large paper bags with boxes slotted in expert precision making their way quickly past you to the entrance. Trying to fit in what they could before work, you reckoned. The superheroes of the everyday. New York’s iconic toy-store was a Christmas wonderland, wreaths adorning pillars and large glittering snowflakes hanging from tall ceilings. Paul McCartney’s chirpy vocals rang from concealed speakers, heralding the season. Steve paused beside one of the perfectly coiffured trees lining the walkway through the store, glancing shiftily over his shoulder. “Maybe you should lose the sunglasses?” you suggested. He nodded reluctantly, slipping them into his pocket. “It’s over here,” he murmured.

He was frowning lightly, concern in those famously blue eyes. His Captain face. If you weren’t acutely aware of the context, you might be forgiven for thinking that this was a super-serious mission.

But, you reminded yourself, for him...maybe it is. You decided not to make light of it.

The two of you slipped around several hordes of shoppers towards a wall at the back of the store. Rows of plush animal faces stared vacantly in immaculate lines. Steve stopped. He folded his arms, spreading his feet in a stoic stance.

“There,” he said firmly, nodding towards a modest circular display. “Oh my god,” you whispered, eyes widening.

Out the corner of your vision, you saw Steve’s chin snap towards you; the feeling of his anxious stare beating into your profile. A grin spread on your lips. “It’s perfect,” you squealed, turning to him. You gripped his shoulders, shaking him lightly. “You’re a genius. He’ll love it.” Steve blushed, looking down. He scuffed his foot on the polished floor. It squeaked. “Golly,” he muttered, smiling bashfully. “You really think?”

You nodded, meaning it with your whole heart. “Perfect.”

Loki pursed his lips. He could hear the neolithic grunting of his brother doing some manner of inane task in the kitchen up ahead. It echoed.

Apparently, Thor had not been called to whatever mission had stolen you from his bed after all.

He rounded the corner, immediately tensing. The God of Thunder stood hunched over a toaster, miniscule in one meaty hand. In the other, he had a knife jammed deep in the contraption, wiggling it around. “You should turn that off at the wall, you know-” Loki drawled. Thor looked up, smiling.

“My breakfast is entrapped, brother. There is no other way.”

Loki rolled his eyes. “I thought you weren’t doing that anymore,” Thor muttered, demeanour hardening. "The rolly-eye-thing."

Loki bristled. “For some things there is no alternate or adequate lexicology to express oneself, brother.” Thor humphed, rattling the knife deeper.

A blackened pop-tart fell to the counter amid a cascade of crumbs. With silent vindication, he raised it in his grasp and shook it in Loki’s direction. A triumphant grin spread across his face as Loki slid onto a stool at the breakfast bar. “So?” Loki said smoothly, tilting his head. It was a loaded syllable. Thor’s brow scrunched. Loki wasn’t sure if it was the bitterness of his ill-gotten prize or the vagueness of his opening gambit which caused it. “What?” Thor crunched. Flecks of burnt fell with abandon to his scruffy beard and a white muscle vest stretched tight on his chest. It was stained with what looked like mustard, and chocolate - one hoped.

This is not that garment's first dawn, Loki thought. He sighed pointedly. “Look, we’ve been dancing around this for weeks. Your increase in short-temperedness and decrease in both affinity and hygiene has been noted.” The blonde pressed his fingers sarcastically to his chest, eyes wide. “You talk of me?” he exclaimed incredulously before chuckling, shaking his head.

Without warning, Thor released a thundering fart. It tapered to a whining toot before he spoke again. “You must be mistaken brother.” Loki didn't flinch. Not even a millimetre.

“I am not,” was Loki’s curt response. He clasped his hands on the counter-top, now marred with specks of charred pop-tart. They looked like ants. His disapproving eyes rose to meet his brother, now looking shifty. He was chewing, avoiding Loki’s analytical stare.

Thor flicked his hair back. It had a crispness to it. Some kind of resolve settled over his features, and there was a sharp glint in his eye Loki didn’t like.

“Have you told her you love her yet?” his elder brother quipped bitterly. Sarcasm seeped from him like steam. Or maybe that was the lingering stench of flatulence. “Again?” Loki tensed, resisting the bait. “That is none of your concern.”

He straightened, making space as Thor leant on the counter opposite, fist propped beneath his chin. The blonde batted his eyelashes innocently. Loki wanted to punch him. “Oh but it is, brother-” Thor smarmed, lip curling in a smirk that Loki would recognise in a mirror. “I am most concerned about it indeed.”

The two of them sat in silence, unspoken asgardian curses curling the air. “A truth for a truth?” Loki postured coldly, circling his fingertip on the counter. The question hung in the air. An old compromise last involked in their youth, in the days of the cabin-with-no-place.

It had become such a staple of breaking their stubborn stalemates that Frigga had commissioned the Asgardian Crones to weave a token.

‘To solidify the sentiment, for harmony’ she had said.

Millions of silken threads created the finest handkerchief in Asgard, an ombre of green and red which softened in silken waves to the centre; melding to one. Harmony.

On it, hand-stitched in the truest gold were the words. The only words which could provoke amnesty between the heirs. The symbol exchanged between them at times of familial discord. Whoever held it, must forfeit one admission for another or face the consequences.

En sannhet byttet mot en sannhet, A truth exchanged for a truth, Loki mulled as he traced a dark vein of the marbled counter-top.

It was not an accord invoked lightly. The ceremonial handkerchief itself may be lost to places known only to few, but once uttered, the oath must be fulfilled. He followed the winding tendril to the edge before meeting his brother’s eyes. Thor snorted, slapping the hand beneath his chin to the surface. “Fine” he gruffed.

“You and Rogers-” Loki cut in, seizing the moment. He watched his brother’s brow crease, short-lived victory turning to regret. “Is he the cause of the foul mood which has plagued you these past weeks?” Thor shuffled his feet, pushing himself upright against the counter. “I see not business that is of-” he began to parrot, but Loki waved a dismissive hand. “Brother, please-” he snapped sharply. “Even adorned with our lifespans, this banal rhetoric could last us to the gates of Valhalla.” He watched as his brother’s features relented, a quiet sigh rising in his chest. Thor swallowed. “He will not speak of it,” he muttered.

Loki raised an eyebrow. “Of what?” Thor’s jaw set, looking at his brother with exasperation. “Our amorous union, short-lived as it was.” A small smile played at Loki’s lips.

Vindication, he thought. Finally, they were getting somewhere.

He summoned the willpower that had become so familiar from his newly-trained approach to your relationship, reminding himself that vulnerability was to be encouraged, not exploited. Carefully, he re-adjusted himself on the stool. He made sure he looked sympathetic. “I wasn’t sure if-” “Yes, yes…” Thor mumbled dismissively, glancing around the walls. Pink had risen in his cheeks.

“Rogers asked me not to say anything. But methinks it’s all for nought now regardless.”

“So the two of you...at the cottage?” Loki probed.

Thor nodded. “It started as a ruse, a part of the plan should it be required to stay you in the correct location but-” he swallowed.

“When the moment arose, the moment took me...us, and- our kinship, such as it was, had changed somehow. The nights we spent setting things in motion for the two of you, we grew closer. I cannot place it, brother. I just…”

“That sounds familiar,” Loki said softly. Without realising it, he had reached for his brother’s hand.

Thor squeezed it, staring down as he continued. “The love of a male is not unfamiliar to either of us-” Thor said, glancing up briefly. “But to Rogers…” he trailed off. “-It is all unfamiliar.” Loki finished. His brother nodded. “At the spa...we talked about what the future could look like. Many plans were made, but-” Thor swallowed thickly. “-when we returned, things were different?” Loki murmured tentatively.

Thor nodded again.

Loki knew that fear all too well. He would be lying if he said that his heart hadn’t pounded the whole flight home, wondering if a return to reality outside of the bubble created in the cottage would return you to your senses too. The thought of losing you again had been almost too much to bear. “I know not if it is his values. His image. Whether his feelings have changed or whether the intrigue was more of an allure than reality- he has barely spoken two words of warmth since our return. And when he does speak – I find myself behaving most unbefitting my feelings. Pushing him further, like you did.” Tears welled in the blonde’s eyes.

“Or perhaps it is I, brother,” Thor continued, smiling in a way that didn’t reach his eyes. It twisted Loki’s heart. His elder brother released a mirthless chuckle of resignation before continuing, fingertip circling on the marble anxiously. “Perhaps it is I.”

In seconds, Loki stood and rounded the counter.

He drew his brother close, feeling the strength of Thor’s grip tentatively curl around his shoulders. The god’s chest heaved, shallow breaths ricocheting against Loki’s neck. He found himself pressing his brother’s head into his hold, trying to steady the silent sobs swallowed with every gulp of air.

Had they ever embraced like this? Loki didn’t think so. Not that he could recall. But, strangely, he found he didn’t care.

“It’s alright, brother” he heard himself murmur, not knowing what else to say.

Thor choked back a shuddering sigh as Loki continued to stroke his hair. He rested his chin on his brother’s head, closing his eyes. “It’s alright.”

A paper bag adorned with toy soldiers rustled by your feet below the table.

Steve had given strict instructions to keep it in your sight while he bought coffee. You peeked inside again, smiling.

Somehow, you’d managed to convince him to while away a little more time before heading back to the Tower, citing Loki’s suspicions. But really, you just wanted to spend time with him.

Ever since the lakes, Steve had softened – which wasn’t a bad thing. In some ways you felt much closer, but in others; from others – he seemed to be pulling away. “Careful, it’s hot” he quipped, nudging the wooden chair out with his foot.

He squeezed to sit at the world’s smallest table that you had commandeered in the corner of the café. You mouthed thanks, pulling the mug over. “Reminds me of the cottage,” you smiled; looking up innocently. Steve’s eyebrows peaked, before he frowned lightly. “I guess,” he muttered. Festive jazz played over the bustle of mid-morning conversation and clinking plates. The milk steamer spluttered endlessly behind the bar. You scooped a blob of cappuccino foam onto your finger, sucking it off. It was now or never. After all, it was Christmas.

“Are you alright, Cap?” you started deferentially, hoping that the softness you felt in your heart shone through. Steve looked up, blue eyes deep in thought.

“Can I trust you, Agent?” he asked warily as his gaze glanced over your shoulder. Your features softened further, tension easing. You reached across the space between you, fingers curling over his forearm. “Steve,” you whispered. “I owe you so much. So much. I care about you, and Loki does too.” Steve’s brow arched sceptically. “He does,” you smiled, squeezing his arm. The smile fell gradually as you studied his face. “You can trust me,” you said quietly. Seriously. The captain nodded, taking a deep breath. “I…” he started.

Your brow twitched, an uneasy feeling spreading under your skin as Steve readjusted his feet beneath the table. His fingernails scratched at the wood, tapping as he glanced out the window and back again. “I…” he pursed his lips, avoiding your eyes. “-fucked up,” he hissed. Your stare widened. “Steve!” you gasped. He looked at you sheepishly. “Apologies,” he muttered. Clearly, your look of abject confusion was enough to spur him on. He leant forwards, urging you to do the same. A woman stood at the next table. Both of you watched her leave. Steve turned back to you, his eyes trained on the coffee cup nestled between his palms. “Our...mutual friend. The blonde,” he said quietly. You squeezed his arm again to signal understanding. “Well...as it turns out, I enjoy his company a bunch.” Steve’s eyelashes fluttered upwards, bashful gaze swimming above pink cheeks. He bit his lip. “A bunch. You see?” “I see,” you replied gently. Steve released a wistful sigh.

He licked his lips, fingers playing with the mug handle. “Things happened at the lakes that I didn’t expect. That I never woulda...that I-” he sighed, hanging his head.

“I told him it was a mistake.” He blew out a puff of air. “What a ninny,” he chided himself under his breath. You tilted your head. It was breaking your heart. “Do you think it was a mistake?” Steve shook his head, sighing again. “No,” said quietly. “But now he won’t talk to me. Not like before– as though he’s realised it was a mistake. He’s done with ol’ chum over here. I can’t blame him. I guess it’s not a big deal for a god and whatnot but for me-” Steve swallowed, words drying up. “Trust me, I know how it feels” you whispered.

Steve’s eyes met yours. They were glassy with tears, darting from your own to the pictures hanging on the wall and back again.

“I fucked up,” he breathed again. His voice trembled on the swear.

“It’s alright,” you cooed sadly as your thumb stroked Steve’s palm. You squeezed again. "It's gonna be alright."

Loki paced back and forth across the rug in his living room.

He’d tried buzzing your apartment four times at thirty minute intervals. Each time, he had been left more enthused than the previous.

His mind was alight with the thrill of the plot.

Through an entirely subtle process of elimination over the past hours, he had deduced that there was only one member of the team you could be with on this auspicious morning. Rogers. And after his conversation with his brother – he needed the intel you had most certainly gathered – whether intentionally or no.

There was more to this ‘mission’ of yours than met the eye, of this he was certain. He was certain, because he had planted the seeds himself.

There was a knock at the door. Loki’s feet skidded back against the rug in his haste to the handle, throwing it wide and bustling you inside.

“-Loki-” you gasped while he glanced to either side of the hallway before spinning you against the wall with a ravishing kiss.

His senses came alive beneath your touch. The bright cool of your skin, the scent of coffee and spiced gingerbread clinging to your hair; an almost imperceptible tacky patch on your cheekbone where some soul had left a passing kiss. Lipbalm. Rogers.

“What have you been up to my secretive elf?” he purred against your parted lips. Your coat hung open, the avengers uniform you had donned this morning for his benefit, he was sure; on half-display.

“I...uh-” Loki smirked as your palms steadied against the wall. You were panting, face flushed from the onslaught of his affections. Fingers raked through your hair as you met his eyes, blinking several times.

“You tied your hair back,” you noted, dazed.

Loki scoffed at the attempt at subterfuge, grabbing your hand.

“Come,” he said as he pulled you towards the sofa. You landed with a soft bounce as the god took centre stage in the living room. He pressed his fingertips together, hands peaked in a triangle. It touched his lips briefly. “Brace thyself, darling” he drawled. Unbuttoning your coat, Loki felt his gaze fall down the black material tight to your arms. It clung to your chest, the zip far too low for any official business. His stare lingered on the curve of your waist, how it taunted and teased him as you shuffled back on the sprawling sofa.

“Consider me braced,” you said pointedly. He cleared his throat. “My brother,” he started, pausing for effect. You stared at him expectantly.

Loki admitted to himself that he was a little disappointed you did not seem more intrigued by the fatted bounty of gossip he was about to spill forth. But he decided to maintain the theatre it deserved regardless. “-is in love with…” he paused again, smirking mischievously- “Rogers.” Your head fell back, landing in the cushions as your hands covered your face. “Oh thank fuck for that!” you gasped, beginning to laugh despite yourself. Loki frowned. This was not the response he had expected.

Between sighs of relief, you peered through your fingers at the bemused god. He was standing with his hands on his hips, the irritation palpable. The foot began to tap.

“Come here,” you placated. Patting the cushion beside you, his face softened; but an eyebrow remained raised.

“I would have thought my most excellent investigations would yield a smidgeon more praise from you my dear,” he said with feigned annoyance as he sat. “Nonetheless, I imagine your response means welcome news?” You nodded. “Steve feels the same. At least – I think he does.” Loki’s face scrunched. “You think? Please. Rogers should be on his hands and knees thanking the norns for my brother’s affections.” It was your turn to frown. “But Steve doesn’t know how Thor feels – your brother’s been palming him off.” Loki smirked.

“Not like that,” you sighed as you fell back again against the cushions. “We have to do something Loki...they’re mad about each other. They both think the other isn’t interested for one reason or another. They just need-” “-a little nudge?” Loki purred.

You met his stare. Those beautiful eyes swirled with the warm glow of the treelights, sparking mischief in golden flecks buried in deepest blue. Shadows cast by candlelight danced in the carve of his cheekbones.

“A little nudge,” you repeated, tilting your head with a knowing smile.

“After all, it would be rude not to return the favour. Don’t you agree?” the god murmured as his fingers danced up your suit.

They fastened around the zip at your chest, pulling slowly down. In seconds, Loki had gracefully shifted and buried his face in your cleavage. Hot kisses worked against the skin, breath warming any hint of chill still lingering in your bones.

Your hands slid past his temples as he made it to your neck, fingers winding in the lengths of his ponytail before pulling it free.

“Minx,” he slurred against the curve.

You could feel the sharp of his teeth against your collarbone as he smiled. Hands sliding over his broad shoulders, you took a moment to appreciate the tight knit of the camel sweater he wore at the meat of his biceps. Camel, he’d insisted. Not beige. And in the heady afterglow of lovemaking amidst a sea of sparkling Christmas lights, a cunning plan began to form.

You made your way to the common room, gift-bag swinging.

The presents that you and Loki had procured for your team-mates sat nestled inside – one for Scott, one for Wanda.

The tradition was a fairly new one, but a highlight of the festive calendar. On Christmas Eve, before outsider guests for Tony’s annual party began to arrive- the Avengers gathered and exchanged all manner of tat and risque shit. You often wondered how much the picture on your phone of Bruce holding up the dinner-plate sized cock ring Tony had made for him would fetch on the open market. But you had decided long ago that it was priceless. “Brother!” you imitated in a deep, accented growl.

Thor spun on the common room sofa, his wary look melting to a wide smile. You ran to him, throwing your arms around his neck. He spun, making you squeal. A whining mash of faint tunefulness emitted from his chest as the god lowered you to the ground. Jingle Bells. “Ah, you pressed the penguin’s nose” he hummed, booping the knitted beakish blob. “He sings,” he explained, pleased with himself. “I can see that,” you said as you made your way to the tree. “But turn around – you can’t see which presents are ours...” Thor obliged, smiling as he busied himself fluffing a garland by the fireplace. "Perhaps we should invite my Penguin friend to the carol concert at Stark's festive jamboree tomorrow," he boomed across the room. You watched him, remembering the feeling of acting normally while tendrils of heartache wrapped around your insides.

"-Certainly, he can hold a tune better than I" Thor continued, chuckling to himself. A pang of sadness mellowed as you turned back to the pile beneath the tree. Scanning, you tried to look for one that could be Steve’s – but none fit the bill. “Okay I’m done,” you said casually as you stood. Thor continued fluffing the garland. You sidled over, trying to act casual. “Have you um...added yours yet?” Thor shook his head regretfully. “Having a little trouble with my assigned giftee” he muttered. His eyes flickered to yours guiltily. “There is something I wish to give them, but I am unsure it would be welcome.” A small smile played on your lips. “Something tells me any gift of yours would be welcome,” you said, watching his bottom lip roll beneath the top with a sceptical grunt. “Is it something I can help with?” you probed, “maybe a second opinion would ease your mind.” “No,” Thor mumbled. He sighed. “I fear this is something I must endeavour alone, sister.” You frowned. How the fuck did Thor manage one of these cunning plans, you wondered as Michael Buble crooned in the background. “I wished to speak to you as it happens,” he murmured. Your lips pursed. The tone of his voice, the tension in his shoulders. Flashing lights interwoven in the fireplace garland illuminated a newly crimson hue to his skin. “Did my brother...mention anything to you of late?” You snorted. “You’ll have to be more specific when it comes to Loki. He never shuts up,” you smiled, feigning ignorance. Thor chuckled. “Indeed,” he said as he picked at a ribbon. “Well then...more specifically about, me.” You shook your head. You hated lying to him, but in this case – it was for the greater good. The god nodded softly, still inspecting the ribbon between his fingers. “Good. Well. That wasn’t what I wished to speak to you about anyway.” You swallowed. Cryptic Thor was never a welcome guest at any gathering. “My brother,” he continued cautiously, eyeing you before moving his fingers to another strand of greenery hanging over the side of the mahogany mantel. “-He intends to declare his love for you this Yuletide.”

Your jaw dropped, neck craning forwards. “Oh,” was all you could manage.

The side of Thor’s mouth twitched in an apologetic smile. “I am aware that your relationship has been, what is the parlance...taken ‘back to basics’ in some respects-” “Yeah,” you mumbled. Suddenly the ribbons decorating the garland looked very interesting. You and he stood in silence, straightening Pepper’s ornamentation.

Thor cleared his throat. “Knowing you the way I do sister,” he said softly, “I thought that forearmed would be forewarned.” “It’s the other way around,” you snipped. "Forewarned is forearmed." Out the corner of your eye, you saw Thor’s face fall. “Sorry,” you added quietly. The god’s hand curled around your shoulder, pulling you to him in a brief sidehug before releasing it.

“It’s just...we agreed not to rush things,” you explained under your breath.

You knew that he knew this, but verbalisation was needed. The cogs of your mind whirled.

“We haven’t moved back in together, we just keep a few things at each others places...go on a lot of dates, we’re working on ourselves, you know? Avoiding the mistakes we made last time. Like...well, like rushing things.” Thor turned towards you, bicep leaning against the mantle-piece as he listened diligently. You could feel the track of his gaze over your face.

Unable to take it anymore, you turned to look at him. “He’s doing so well, Thor. We’re doing so well. I’m happy. Really happy,” The words sounded panicked. You hated that. Thor reached out, cupping your hand in his. “I just...I don’t want it to ruin anything,” you finished. Looking up, the god’s concerned stare was waiting like you knew it would be.

“Do you love him?” was all Thor said.

Heat rose in your cheeks.

The truth was that you did. That you always had, and probably always would. But in hindsight, those three little words had heralded the beginning of the end last time. When his rose-tinted effort to contain the smarm and arrogance had well and truly gone absent without leave.

In some ways, the old Loki had taken your love to mean your unending loyalty. Unconditionally, in the truest sense of the word. Your unquestioning support and adulation no matter his behaviour, however many times you tried to stand your ground. And while his actions these past months had gone a long way to assuage those lingering doubts – the fear that it could flare up his old habits made your blood run cold.

Seconds ticked on while Thor’s question hung in the air.

“I thought it best you have time to consider it before the moment was upon you,” he said quietly. “My apologies if I have overstepped.”

You shook your head, linking your fingers through his. Without realising, tears had begun to prick your eyes. He raised a palm to your cheek, wiping away a droplet which had spilled over the rim. “No tears, sis” he rumbled lovingly. “It’s Christmas.” You felt a weak smile grow as Thor extended his forefinger. It lingered in the air between you. He paused, raising his eyebrows.

He moved the finger slowly to the penguin’s beak.

It pressed against the jumper. Against the lumpy misshapen knob of black knit, Thor's eyes never leaving yours.

And as the squeaking whine of electronic Jingle Bells filled the air, it dissolved the scent of sadness into a waft of cinnamon candlesmoke. You and the god of Thunder began to laugh.

Loki leant against the counter of your kitchenette.

He watched as you waited for the kettle to finish boiling, staring at it intently. Something was off. Your fingertip ran around the rim of a glass teapot sitting on the side. Loki could smell the spiced chai leaves from here. “Are you alright, darling?” he ventured cautiously. You offered a weak smile as the kettle clicked off the boil. Steam billowed around your jawline as you poured.

Loki was careful not to let his face betray the nerves bubbling in his stomach. If he was honest with himself, he’d been waiting for something to crop up that would throw the fine-sailing vessel of your relationship off-course.

It’s only a matter of time until she changes her mind, he’d think with twisting sadness as he watched you sleep. With me, it’s always just a matter of time.

He absorbed the purse of your lips, the absent-minded wipe of a droplet of tea from the counter-top before you blew the steam gently. Its motion sent a wave of rich tea and spices in his direction.

Your slipper socks rustled against the tiles as you made your way over to him, still resting against the counter’s lip. You set the mug down to his side, hands sliding over his hips. They clasped behind his back at the base of his spine.

“I have to talk to you about something, and it’s not easy-” you murmured softly.

Your eyes were wide and vulnerable, a slight tremble of your lip making his heart race. The scent of your festive perfume filled his nostrils, like ginger biscuits.

“Go on,” he whispered. He wasn’t sure he could manage much more.

You swallowed thickly, fingers toying with the back of his sweater. Black, today. Loki hoped it was not an ensemble of foreshadowing. “I ran into your brother in the common room."

Loki exhaled a sigh of relief. “Oh,” he breathed, a small smile breaking. But your expression didn’t change. The god felt your fingers pull nervously against his sweater. Bad for the knit. “He um-now, don’t be mad at him-” Loki began to frown. “He uh, mentioned that you were maybe thinking about...um, saying something soon. To me.” Realisation blossomed, vines of anger and embarrassment twisting around the thought as he cursed his brother’s loose lips. He should have known. Loki swallowed, feeling his features harden but being unable to stop it.

Your gaze fell, the trace of your fingertips around his middle as you brought them together in front of you; pulling nervously at the ends.

“That devious, two-faced buffoon” Loki muttered bitterly, concerned eyes darting back to your face. “I told him that in confidence.” You looked up at him incredulously. “Well, he told you about Steve in confidence.” “That’s different,” he snipped, noting the immediate rise of your eyebrow. “It’s you.” he finished, glancing to the floor as he felt his cheeks begin to flush. “Loki…” he heard you begin softly, curling a rogue strand of hair behind his ear. He couldn’t look. “Loki,” you repeated, firmer this time. Your forefinger nudged beneath his chin, tilting his face up. He wondered if he looked as wilted as he felt. From the look in your eyes, he suspected he did.

“I understand,” he heard himself say. It was petulant. It was cold and detached in a way that scared him. The warm hit of your lips meeting his unexpectedly made his knees buckle, hands bracing against the counter-top. Your palms slid up his chest, over the tensed ropes of shoulder muscle, over the curve of his neck. Everything was in that kiss. The heat, the longing, the need. “Loki,” you breathed softly into his open mouth. “Mmm,” he mewled, eyes closed. “I love that you feel that way, I’m just…I’m scared that-” Loki opened his eyes. He saw a swirl of tears threatening the beautiful hues of your irises. There would be no tears of sadness this Christmas, he had decided. Not on his account. “Afraid, of things that may change?” he probed quietly. You nodded.

Loki sighed, cupping your jaw. He ran a thumb back and forth across your lips, moist from the kiss. “Change be not always a harbinger of doom, I hope the last few months have reassured you of that.” You nodded again. “I know that it's different now, it just...took me by surprise. I hadn’t expected...I just-not yet...” you trailed off. Loki smiled softly. The way your body was pressed against him, as close as you could be. The way your fingers gripped and grasped against each dip of muscle it encountered as though he would turn to dust if you did not.

Loki realised in that moment that if this scenario had occurred years before, he would have been insulted. He would have been childish. Enraged, perhaps, at the audacity of the woman he adored doubting him. But now, all he felt was closeness. The bravery of your admission that he felt his soul. That you trusted him again.

Words, he pondered as he placed a lingering kiss on your forehead. What wounds have I inflicted on this woman with words.

Action must once more be paramount. The words can heal, he realised as he memorised the softness of your skin beneath his lips. But words can wait. “Perhaps we can agree” he began, measuring every syllable with the rise and fall of your chest against his own, “that, should you feel comfortable in doing so...you could, say it first- when it is right for you. When it is right for us.”

His voice was deep and melodic, a rumbling lullaby of devotion he willed would still your thundering heart. He hoped you could feel the love simmering in those words. He had never hoped anything more. You tilted your head into the curve of his neck, kissing the exposed skin. “-and be safe in the knowledge the sentiment will be returned, when you are ready” he added quietly.

Your hands slipped once more around his hips, pulling him tightly against you with your head buried in his neck. Loki held you like that, letting the waft perfume from your hair fill his nostrils.

I love you, he mouthed silently.

The soundless click of his tongue over mute syllables wound its way through strands of your hair.

He felt your fingers begin toying with the waistband of his trousers. A smile twitched the corner of his mouth. “Darling,” he purred as your head left his shoulder. You tilted your face to meet his gaze, alight with the comfortable joy he knew so well.

“You’re amazing,” you whispered. A smile had spread across your face that made Loki’s heart burst. The first button on his chinos popped. “Well, quite-” he smouldered playfully. Loki felt his hips rock upwards into your waiting palm, a low groan bubbling in his throat while you stroked the arousal growing beneath cotton. “You fixed the secret Santa, didn’t you?” you coaxed. Changing the subject, Loki noticed. But he let it pass. It was hardly a question.

Loki rolled his lips, pondering. “I may have ensured that my brother and Rogers drew each others names, yes.” He let out another moan as you squeezed the thick root of his cock through the chinos. “Good boy,” you hummed. It sent a shudder of need up his spine.

“How long have you been planning this?” you said, beginning to walk backwards with Loki’s sweater firmly in your grip. He chuckled, curls tapping against his jaw. “A while,” Loki smouldered. “Seeds that I have planted have sprouted most elegantly. Although there were a few pieces of the puzzle which remained unclear until the last few days.”

You paused, making the god’s stomach collide with yours. He released an exaggerated ooft.

“Final pieces of the puzzle? Like the fact they actually have feelings for each other?” you giggled. Loki shrugged non-nonchalantly. You were playing. “A minor detail,” he drawled. “Everything needed to be in place, just in case.” Your mouth hung open, stunned into silence. “It’s Christmas,” he added with mock-incredulity – as though it explained everything. “Miraculous things happen at Christmas in this realm, do they not?”

His fingers curled around your shoulders, switching your positions and lowering himself to the sofa. He widened his legs, hips flexing upwards. Fairy lights gleamed and sparked their warmth in a halo, golden spills rolling over your skin as you pulled the jumper you wore over your head. Firelight flickered, casting dancing shadows against the walls.

He would never understand the beauty of you. And perhaps, Loki surmised, he did not have to. It was his fortune to appreciate it, not question it.

A finger twirled in the air, evaporating his clothes in a seasonal golden and scarlet shimmer. Yours followed. Loki’s thighs widened further as you manoeuvred onto his lap, covering his mouth in a hungry kiss. His fingers raked through your hair, hips bucking up as he sought the sweetest harbour his body had ever known.

“Say it again,” he pleaded darkly as you slipped a hand between your bodies, guiding his throbbing cock to your entrance. Twin gasps cut the air as you seated yourself on the thick tip, slow motions rocking down into shallow moans. “Good boy,” you murmured lovingly in his ear.

Loki let his head fall back against the cushions, fingertips sinking into the soft rounds of your ass as he bottomed out. He let you work against his body, feeling your pleasure spill and slip against the taut veins of his cock. Every little gasp, every breathy groan of his name. Your god. Each slow roll of your hips met the gentle buck from a clench of his ass. Your god. He was yours, completely.

You knew that now for certain. He was sure of it. And all the while, a few floors below, his brother was wrapping a gift for Steve Rogers.

As the final strip of crinkled sellotape was placed firmly against the paper, and as the ribbon he had smuggled from the common room garland was retied- one might have been forgiven for thinking a green light glowed within it; leaking from loose edges.

Thor had frowned, doing a double take.

The package seemed to tingle in his hold. The blonde put the strange feeling down to nerves.

But as his younger brother lost himself in pleasure, spilling his seed and his devotion within the arms of his beloved; the gift had been made whole in Thor’s oblivious hands.

A gift that would change everything.

Continued in Comfort and Joy (Final)

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Take Me Home Tonight

Summary: You run into a familiar face while working. (Bucky Barnes)

Warnings: noncon/dubcon, fingering, dry humping, flirting.

Note: look, we didn't expect Applebee's to inspire one fic, but now it's done two fics. Shit. We are deranged.

Please enjoy and let me know what you think. Please also reblog because it’s a lot longer than I intended.

You hug the menus to your chest as you approach the booth of four newly sat in your section. As you do, you stutter step, unsure if your eyes are seeing clearly. You know that hair, the subtle wave of brown with strands of silver woven in. You step up and give a smile to the men.

“Good evening,” you place a menu in front of each of them; the burly blonde comedically crowded into the corner beside the man with dark hair and darker eyes, the blonde you vaguely recognise from his acquaintance with the most familiar face at the table, “Mr. Barnes.”

“Oh, hi,” he sits up and sets the drink menu back at the centre of the table, “uh,” he gives you a peculiar look, “I thought you worked down at the Denny’s.”

“Used to. Just got hired here,” you chime, “uh, so, are you all ready to go with your drink orders?”

“You mind?” The blond with the short hair nudges him.

“Yeah, go ahead, I’m still thinking,” he sits back.

“Heineken,” the man orders with a tweak of his eyebrow.

“Seems you don’t carry Hansa so I’ll have a jolly rancher cocktail,” the big blond intones. You almost laugh, thinking of him with the bright blue drink with a gummy worm for garnish.

“Shirley Temple for me,” the other says, “designated driver.”

“Oh, of course,” you note each order in your head, “and you, Mr. Barnes?”

“Mr. Barnes,” the man across from him goads.

“Bucky,” Mr. Barnes corrects you, “uh, I’ll take a Corona.”

“Alright, Heineken, jolly rancher, Shirley Temple, Corona,” you list off, “I’ll be back with your drinks and to take your order.”

“Thanks,” Bucky smiles.

“Yeah, thanks, doll,” the blonde at his shoulder winks. You don’t miss the elbow he receives from his seat partner.

You go to the bar and put in the order. You do a round to check in on your other tables, grabbing a few napkins at request and clearing plates. When the drinks are set out neatly on a tray, you carry them to the booth and dole them out.

“So, are we starting with an appetizer?” You ask.

“We’ll do some nachos,” the man across from Bucky says, “thanks, sweetie.”

“Beef, chicken, or veggie?”

“Chicken,” he answers.

“Hey, I know you,” the blond drapes his arm over the side of the booth, “you’re the neighbour girl.”

“Steve,” Bucky reproaches under his breath.

“What? It was killing me. I just couldn’t place the face.”

Bucky utters your name, almost reluctant to do so, “I’m just out with buddies,” he explains, “buncha old men catching up;” he jabs his thumb towards the man beside him, “Steve, Thor,” he points to the other blonde then to the man across from him, “Sam.”

“Sounds like fun,” you chirp, “well, I’ll go get those nachos. Are we planning on entrees?”

“We’ll just share the chips,” Bucky assures.

Sam leans back and pats his chest, “heartburn.”

You humour him with a smile and nod before spinning away. You flit off and head for the kitchen. It’s strange seeing Mr. Barnes– Bucky outside the neighbourhood. He’s always just been next door. Odder even seeing him without his family. Well, you guess he deserves the break. Every time you see him, he’s on his way somewhere.

🍻

The night wears on. Your shifts always pass quickly as you’re kept afoot by patrons and managers alike. Several times you find yourself visiting Bucky’s table to top up drinks and they grow rowdy as the game comes on the big screen. 

You’re almost amused as you’ve never seen your neighbour like this. He’s always so stern and standoffish. A small wave as he mows the lawn or a ‘morning’ as you pass by him unlocking his car. Even your father claimed he was the most serious man he’d ever met.

“Sweetheart,” Sam smiles at you as clear the empties, “can we get our check? I gotta get them out of here before they break something.”

“Sure thing,” you say as you stack the tray with bottles and glasses, “separate or together?”

“Together. I’ll have to chase them down for the difference,” Sam answers.

As you take the clear Corona bottle from in front of Bucky, he rests his chin in his hand and watches you. Your eyes meet his and your cheeks round even more. He’s definitely drunk.

“Hi,” he babbles.

“Hello, Mr. Barnes,” you return.

“I told you, it’s Bucky,” he grins.

“Bucky,” you repeat, “you want some water?”

He sits up and drags his elbow off the table, “I guess I should…”

“For all of them,” Sam says from your other side, “please.”

“Alright, check and waters.”

You almost click your heels before you sweep off on your mission. It’s almost closing time and the place is sparse. A few stragglers along the bar but no more hectic families of screaming toddlers breaking crayons and tossing napkins.

You go to the till and print out the bill and grab a handheld from the charger. You place both on your cleared tray and fill three glasses of water. You carry them back to your last table and gently set the condensating drinks before each diner. Sam takes the bill as he holds his card between two fingers.

“You go to school?” Steve’s voice startles you before you can summon small talk.

“Uh, yeah, second year,” you answer him.

“I thought so,” he says, “college girls…”

“Shut up, Rogers,” Bucky grumbles, putting his hand up to block out Steve, “ignore him. He’s trashed.”

“Speak for yourself,” Steve swats his hand down and receives a swipe back. 

The men slap at each others’ hands as Thor stands and leans over, his size deterring the men as he shoves their arms apart, “enough. Or I’ll drag you out like stray cats.”

You try not to show your discomfort as Sam hands you back the machine and it loudly prints his receipt. You offer him a copy but he insists you go and enjoy your night. You bid them all the same and set off to clear the last of your tables.

Your coworkers start their own closing tasks and the music turns off as closing time hits. You glance up, everyone’s gone. You go back to the booth and gather up the mostly untouched glasses of water and wipe it down. With your tables done, you turn in your apron and go to get your cut of the tips. Your tally comes up higher than you expect thanks to the table of middle-aged men.

You head out the back door and round to the front of the shining marquee. You’ll uber home since your mom is out of town. As you step up on the little pavement lip in front of the restaurant, a figure stands from their perch on the ground. You don’t recognise Bucky until he says your name.

“Hey, what are you doing here?” You ask as you lower your phone.

“Ah, well, me and Steve…” he rubs his neck and chuckles, “I’m waiting on a cab but none have passed by.” He shrugs, “plus, I figured we’re headed in the same direction…”

“Oh, uh, yeah, I guess,” you say, “I was just ordering an uber. Kinda don’t like taking them alone so late at night anyway.”

“Great,” he slurs, “uh, sorry about tonight. My friends are… a lot.”

“It’s fine, you were having a good time,” you select a ride and black out your phone. “Just make sure you drink lots of water.”

“Hmm,” he hums, “you’re so nice… I’ll be fine, you know? I can take care of myself.”

“I know, I just… I hate hangovers.”

“Oh? Didn’t take you for a drinker?”

“Well, don’t tell mom but once in a while.”

“My lips are sealed,” he surprises you as he reaches to squeeze your shoulder. “And I’ve never broken a promise to a pretty girl.”

You want to laugh. He’s tipsy and it’s kind of cute. The glare of headlights flash over you and he drops his arm away from you. The uber approaches and you check the plate, pointing Bucky in ahead of you. 

He sidles over the seat and yawns as you climb in next to him. The driver confirms your destination as you let yourself relax against the seat. The tension of your shift slowly drifts away.

Bucky slowly slides until he’s leaning against you, “I’ll pay you back for the ride,” he grumbles as he rests his head on your shoulder. 

The tension seeps back into you but you try not to overthink it. He’s just your neighbour, a friendly neighbourhood dad, a bit discombobulated from his night out. He probably doesn’t get many of those.

“Been a long time since I went home with a girl like you,” he chuckles.

You laugh, a nervous tickle in your throat as his weight bears down on you. You can smell a hint of citrus from his hair. Hopefully he’ll forget this all by the morning.

You’re quiet as the driver continues on. By the time you get to your street, you’re sure Bucky’s fallen asleep. You’re worried about getting him back to his place. As you get close to your house, you point the driver to the house right beside your own. That’ll be easier.

To your surprise, Bucky sits up and lets out a sleepy grumble. You thank the driver as your neighbour grabs onto your hand and tugs you towards his side as he opens the door. You let him and he clings to you as the uber leaves you in the shadow of the Barnes’ abode.

“Let’s go to bed,” he pulls you towards the walkway.

“Bucky,” you utter, “uh, Mr. Barnes?”

Is he that drunk? He must not realise you’re not his wife. You look around. You don’t see her car. That explains his little boys’ night. She’s probably visiting family again so he’s all alone.

“Hey,” you laugh unevenly as he drags you up onto the porch. He’s very strong. “Mr. Barnes, it’s me.”

He stops and sways. He squints at you and feels his pockets, jangling his keys through the fabric. He steadies himself and grins. His eyes hold yours, drowning you in pools of oceanic blue.

“I know,” he says soberly, “it’s you.”

You stare at him in confusion, blinking as he slides his hand into his pocket. You glance over your shoulder at the dark siding of your parents’ house. You face him again as he pulls his keys out but drops them between his shoes. You put your phone in your purse and shift the bag to rest on your hip.

“I should– oop,” you look down, “Mr. Barnes,” you bends to grab the keys, “alright, I’ll just get you inside and head home.” You stand up and hold up his keys, “which one?”

He points to the square gold one and you shove it into the slot. You push the door inward and gesture him ahead of you. He shuffles over the threshold, tripping before barely catching himself on the frame. You follow him in and look around cautiously. You’ve never been inside.

“Let’s get you to the couch, Mr. Barnes,” you grab his arm as he wobbles, “you just need to sleep this off–”

You tug on his arm but he doesn’t budge. Once more, all unsteadiness fades and he’s suddenly immovably still. He turns his head slowly and puts his hand over yours.

“I told you,” he faces you as he guides your hand up his arm, “it’s Bucky.”

“Um, alright, uh–”

He backs you up and you collide with the door, the impact forcing it shut. You gulp and press yourself against the inside as he pens you in, clutching your hand to his shoulder. The beer on his breath mingles with the citrusy scent that cloys from him.

“Mr. Barnes, what–”

“Shhh,” his hand slips from your and he grips your chin, “it’s okay–”

“St–”

He smothers your protest with a kiss. You’re too stunned to do more than flatten yourself against the door. His grip makes your jaw ache as his other hand crawls up your thigh. You squirm and push against his shoulder with a whine.

He doesn’t relent. He pushes his foot between yours, edging them apart as he picks your fly open. You curl your fingers, jabbing your nails into him. He growls but doesn’t stop.

You turn your head, forcing your mouth away from his.

“Mr. Barnes… Bucky, please–”

He hushes you again as his hand falls from chin to throat. He squeezes, crushing out any hope of screaming for help. He nuzzles into the side of your neck, his nose tickling the line of your jaw. You whimper as his hand delves beneath the cotton of your panties.

His fingertips brush along your trimmed vee of hair and he swirls the short curls with a purr. He extends his middle finger, feeling along your folds and dipping between. He flicks his finger back and forth, exploring you until he finds your clit. He rolls his finger, stoking a heat beneath his touch.

You wriggle and trail your hand down his arm, gripping his wrist as you fight him. You’re too weak. You croak through your tight throat as you try to fight the swirling tide building with the friction of his roughened fingertip. This can’t be happening.

He’s drunk. He doesn’t know what he’s doing. He’s not like this.

A million thoughts race with as many sensations. You stand on your toes as your muscles knots and the tension coils in your core. You shouldn’t feel like this. This is wrong. This isn’t real. Your eyes roll back and you hide behind your eyelids.

His finger glides as you slicken against him. He quickens his pace, toying with you as he breathes against your neck, puffing damply as his hand remains firm on you. He keeps you pinned as he goads your body on, fueling a fire you’ve never lit before.

You squeak as you twitch without permission. You succumb to the brewing storm, blown away in the whirlwind as your mind is stifled by your body. You gulp and gasp, your hand slipping down to his chest as your other falls away from his arm.

“You’re so sexy,” he purrs as he lets you go.

You brace yourself against the door, breathless and paralysed as you watch him raise his hand. He presses his fingertips to his mouth and you see the glisten on them. He pushes them inside and sucks them clean with a growl.

“And so sweet, baby,” he steps forward, crowding you again.

The afterglow has you helpless. He feels along your side as his other hand wanders down your leg. He pulls your knee up and brings himself flush to you. He bends his knees as he presses his crotch into yours. You murmur at the hot weight between you. 

He curls his arm around your neck and your head lolls back. He bows to kiss you, devouring you as he slowly rocks his hip. A fiery heat builds between the layers of fabric, the friction of your seam rubs you through the damp cotton of your panties.

He gasps into your mouth as his pace quickens. The door shifts and squeaks with his motion as he pounds you into it, hips pumping as his bulge pokes through his jeans rigidly. Your head droops to the side and his wet lips smear over your cheek. He bites into your ear lobe and snarls.

Another tickle flares and you moan. A small burst that has you just as senseless. Your delight leaks onto your panties, spreading to the edges.

“Mmmmm,” he hums and releases the pinch of his bite, “fuck, baby, you’re gonna make me go– right in my–” he chokes as his fingertips sink into the bottom of your thigh and he pulls your leg higher, “jeans–”

He shakes and lets out a long rattle, sprinkled with deep groans and soft mewls. He leans into you completely and shudders, stilling at last. He sinks down with you, bringing you to straddle him as his knees meet the floor.

You heave and lift your head, gaping at him as his eyelids droop sleepily. He smiles, the expression crinkling around his eyes. He leans in and kisses you again, nibbling on your lower lip before pulling away.

“I won’t tell your mom about that either, kitten.”

[fluffyprettykitty]

"My King"

Pairing: Thor Odinson x female reader (no other specifications!)

Word Count: 500 words

Warnings: spanking, size kink, bodily fluids, power play.

Summary: Assisting your king in his time of need.

Author’s Note: Written for the @writerscafehub writer's cafe Secret Santa exchange!

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"Be quiet."

Thor scoffs as he gently moves his hand over your thigh, tenderly caressing it before bringing his large palm over your ass once more. With a loud thumb echoing through his royal chambers, he quickly brings his other hand to your mouth to obscure your sounds.

You turn a little to look up to him, tears in your eyes as the stinging pain settles in, your wetness soaking his velvet royal robes. You want to plead and to beg him to finally let you have him but he has long decided to play stubborn today.

He admires his work for a little while, moving his large finger over his markings on your body musing to himself. You try to adjust your body a little whimpering again but instead, he just chooses to shove his thumb inside your mouth forcing you to immediately suck on it wishing he will soon give up and have what is rightfully his.

He spanks once again and the loud hit forces you to accidentally bite which of course he finds amusing. Thor's laughter fills the room as he takes his hand from your mouth making you gasp for air immediately.

"Get up. Stand up." He commands much to your surprise. It takes you far too long to do that, your legs have long been turned to jelly and your loose cloth of a dress is way too soaked in your own juices which only makes for a messy sight of a woman.

"Tell me, is that what you call an appropriate look for visiting your king?" His voice is stoic and rigid like when he is in the royal courtroom but his amused smirk obscured by his thick blonde beard betrays how amusing he finds your sight.

"Thor…" You mumble as you try to sit up straight, but the marble floor beneath you makes your feet cold and your dress is half ripped from the way he grabbed you from the safety of your own bathroom and brought you here over his shoulder like his trophy.

"Forgetting how to address your own king?" You roll your eyes as he sits back on the bed, crossing his arms together and exposing his large muscles. He looked so inviting that only made you drool.

"My king…." You muse, pronouncing each letter slowly almost chanting his royalness taking one wombly step after the other. It was time to take matters into your own hands. You carefully grabbed onto his thighs and climbed on top of him.

"I am here to entertain you for the night."

"Is that so?" Thor frowns his eyebrows together, his smirk never disappearing. "How do you hope to achieve such a heavy task?"

"Oh, I'm open to anything." You smirk in response and wrap your hands around his neck.

It was bound to be a long night of entertainment for sure.

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She's Not Mine

Steve Rogers x plus size reader

Thor x plus size reader

When Steve can’t sleep, he decides to surf the web as a distraction but discovers something very very interesting on a site called OnlyFans

Warnings: SMUT, sex tapes, secret relationship, pining, m masterbation, unprotected sex, porn, anal (m receiving), shibari, dildos, steve just is a hint of bisexual, rough sex, grinding, mention of bullets and gunshot wounds

WC: 2.1k

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Steve was restless. Too much adrenaline and maybe a hint of sexual frustration. It didn’t help that he had been on a mission with you for a solid week, playing the part of a married couple. And with there being only one room, he couldn’t really get himself off as often as he would have liked to.

By the time the two of you had returned to the compound, Steve was almost permanently hard and having to constantly tuck his throbbing erection into his waistband to keep you from seeing it. 

He had already rubbed one out in the shower and once in bed, his cum now cold against his stomach but he didn’t feel like cleaning himself up just yet. Sighing, he reached over and grabbed his phone. The brightness blinded him for a moment before his blue eyes adjusted. He quickly turned on Do Not Disturb.

The usual videos he enjoyed now seemed dull in comparison to the images of you that flashed behind his eyelids, so he turned off his phone once more and thought about you. The little shorts you wore to bed that rode up your plump ass beautifully. Steve’s hand inched downwards to his rapidly swelling cock. The way you would walk out of the shower with just a tiny white towel wrapped around your generous curves. He groaned as his calloused fingers brushed against the sensitive underside of his dick.

You never knew how much he studied you, how his eyes would fixate on everything you did. “Fuck, doll.” The tips of his fingers gripped the side of his cock, squeezing tightly until he was on the border of pain. Pleasure twisted in his lower stomach like a knot slowly being pulled taught. 

He could see your face clearly as his eyes fluttered shut. He watched as you thrashed beneath him, crying out as his hips rolled into yours, his cock plunging deep into your tight cunt. Steve could almost feel the flutter of your pussy, the bite of your nails digging into his skin.

He was panting now, hips rolling into his hand as pre-cum leaked from his tip. He could feel his balls drawing up. He was close, just needed one more push to leap over the edge. Your eyes flickered open. “Steve.” You moaned but your voice sounded wrong, too robotic. His eyebrows scrunched in concentration.

“Please Steve.” Your face was emotionless, blank. 

“Shit.” The knot in his stomach unwound and slipped through his fingers. With a growl, he released his cock which was still painfully hard. The visions of you vanished quickly and he was only left with a deep feeling of dissatisfaction and guilt.

He lifted his phone up once more and absentmindedly opened up twitter and switched to his private account. Naked men and women filled his screen but tonight, none of them were peaking his interest until he reached the bottom of his timeline and a new account was being recommended. 

He couldn’t see their faces but the way that the man and woman fit together, her soft, plump body pressed tightly against his abs as he towered over her, made Steve pause. The woman had the same body type as you. Without thinking, he clicked on the profile. 

Bunny and Bear. The name was cute and fitting. The man looked massive from the few photos that were on the page. He was all muscles and dark blonde hair. While she was soft and wide. They were polar opposites but fit together so well. And if Steve concentrated hard enough, he could picture himself as Bear and you as Bunny. 

His cock throbbed at the thought. He kept scrolling through their profile but all of the photos had them were nothing too scandalous. His hand around her throat, her straddling him in a skirt and what was obviously his shirt. Only the bottom half of their faces were visible in each tempting image so Steve couldn’t identify who they were.

There was no hesitation in his actions as he clicked the link above the photo. He trembled with excitement as he threw his credit card information at the website, not caring that Tony would eventually find out and rouse on him. 

After a few moments, his vision was filled with video after video of the couple, their naked bodies frozen in place behind an opaque play button, each with a small title above them describing the video. 

‘Tied up and used’: red ropes held Bunny in place as white cum dripped down her body. 

‘Bear was being bad’: his muscular back was bent in a perfect arch, a large dildo half-way inside him.

‘Bath time for bunny’: she lay in an empty tub, bear’s arm only partially visible as he held the shower head to her clit.

Steve was hypnotised as he scrolled through the feed. Which one would he start with? Just as he was about to click on ‘Cockwarming on a cold winter’s day’, another title caught his eye.

Bunny was folded in half on her back, her large stomach cradled between her plump thighs as bear pushed her legs back, exposing her pussy to him as the tip of his massive cock was notched at her entrance. ‘Bunny gets bred’.

Steve swore that he went light-headed for a moment as the blood in his body rushed south to his angry cock. His hands were shaking as he pressed play and his screen went black. Already, he had a hand wrapped around himself, lazily stroking his length.

The camera showed a large bed in the middle of the room. Bunny quickly appeared in frame and Steve’s breath hitched. She was dressed in skimpy blue and red lingerie that did nothing to hide her pebbled nipples and… wait. Steve paused and then his eyes widened comically. Her nipples were pierced.

He groaned, his head falling back against his pillow. Would you pierce your nipples? Would you wear those novelty barbells with his shield on them for him? She did a little spin for the camera, showing off the way the g-string of her lingerie rode up between her full ass cheeks. 

A shiver rolled up Steve’s spine. Bear’s thick arm wrapped around her wide hips and tugged her backwards so he could hold his hard body against her soft one. His lips descended onto her neck, laying gentle kisses to her skin.

Her head rolled back, exposing more of herself to both the camera and her partner. Steve worked his bottom lip between his teeth as he watched. He hoped you would react the same way if he ever got the privilege to touch you. Quiet sighs escaped her parted lips as bear’s kisses became nibbles and then full on bites.

Bruises bloomed along the delicate skin of her throat, her skin getting darker with them as more and more were sucked into her skin. One of her hands crawled up his thick arm to bury itself in his blond hair, pulling it just hard enough to elicit a hiss of pain from the larger man. 

“Naughty.” He purred in a voice strangely familiar to Steve. She cried out as his teeth sunk into her throat. Steve’s cock throbbed at the sound. Huge hands inched up her stomach and gently brushed against the flimsy fabric.

A tear came through the speakers of his phone and Steve’s breathing stopped. Bear had ripped the lingerie clean off of her, leaving her completely exposed in front of the camera. She looked exactly like how he pictured your naked body in his head. Perfect, big, beautiful, soft, everything.

Her lips curled up into a smirk and the video cut.

The next shot was a closer view of the bed but still allowed for both of their faces to be mostly out of frame. Bunny was straddling bear against the headboard, her hands tangled in his long hair as they kissed. His own kneaded the flesh of her ass, pushing and pulling her in a rocking motion against his bare cock.

Steve’s hips bucked into his hand, he was already getting close, too wrapped up in the fantasy that it was you and him on that bed, not two strangers. “Fuck fuck fuck.” His body burned with pleasure, unable to stop his orgasm from screaming towards him.

Bear growled, biting down on her bottom lip as he tugged her forward enough for the tip of his cock to be seen from between her legs. Bunny pulled away with a gasp and bear wasted no time. His lips moved to her tits, licking at the soft flesh before enveloping her nipple into his mouth. His long hair kept Steve from seeing his face.

Bunny’s hips rolled against him, beautiful moans filling the room. “Please.” She begged softly, keeping her voice at a whisper. An arm wound around her waist to keep her close as bear moved so she was now on her back and he hovered above her, his mouth still firmly attached to her skin.

Her legs quickly wrapped around his thin hips but he was far stronger than her so he pried them apart, pinning her knees to the bed beside him. Steve squeezed the base of his cock as tight as he could, desperately trying to keep himself from exploding before the main event. 

He could now clearly see the man’s dick as it rested on her large stomach, the uncut tip landing right on her belly button, leaving thick globs of pre-cum. His considerable length was already coated in her wetness. It was hypnotic, how would that even fit inside her?

“Are you ready to take me little one?” Steve moaned. His abs rippled as he jerked himself off. He couldn’t hold himself back any longer, he needed to cum. 

“Always.” She answered, her hips canting upwards so he slipped between her lips. Bear didn’t respond verbally, instead he lifted her legs up so he could press them forward, her knees resting by her ears. Were you that flexible? 

There was only a moment's pause as he lined himself up and then he surged forward. Bunny screamed and Steve came. He moaned and thrashed on the bed, dropping his phone as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over him in the best orgasm he had ever had.

His hand slowed, drawing out his ecstasy for as long as he could until the twinges of overstimulation fired in his lower stomach. He could hear the video still playing, wet slaps and grunts that he felt indifferent towards now that post-nut clarity was hitting him.

“I’m an awful person.” He whined to no one in particular, the guilt of imagining you in such lewd situations when you had never shown any romantic interest towards him. It didn’t help that you were one of the kindest and innocent people he had ever met. He had never even witnessed you going on a date, let alone having sex.

Sighing, he picked up his phone, fully intending to cancel the subscription and then avoid you for a couple days but something caught his eye. Bunny had a scar on the underside of her right leg that was only visible now that she was bent in half and the lighting allowed for the puckered flesh to be picked up by the camera.

The circular mark was obviously from a bullet. Steve knew that scar, after all he was there when you got it, he was the one that pulled the bullet from your leg in the middle of a mission.

“Holy fuck.” He muttered and bear moved in just the right way and allowed him to see the jawline and eyes he knew very well.

Bunny and Bear. You and Thor.

Quickly, he shut down the app. But the image was still burned into his mind. And he would hate to admit it out loud, but now that he knew it was you and one of his closest friends, that made it even hotter. 

How long have you two been doing this? When did you even start dating? Was it really dating or just sex? And the most shameful question circled in his mind before he could stop it. Would you let him watch? Let him join?

He flicked off DND and was fully intending to shower away those shameful thoughts but several text messages from you popped up on his screen. Against his better judgments, he opened them.

‘Is this you?’ There was a screenshot of a notifications page with the username he had chosen for OnlyFans at the top, saying that he had subbed to the page. Terror ripped through his stomach. You knew.

Then followed by: ‘I hope you’re enjoying yourself Captain’

‘It’s been a while so you must be’ That was only two minutes ago.

Suddenly another image came through. You were sitting on Thor’s lap and he could clearly see the way your pussy was stretched around his cock as Thor’s massive hands held you down. Both of you were smiling wickedly, like you knew a secret he wasn’t privy to. ‘Join us?’

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Just a normal day

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Summary: an average day with a teen and her father and his team.

Warnings: none

Type: pure fluff

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Today was a calm day. No one was out on a mission. Some people were writing up some mission reports but everyone was just lounging around the compound. A calm day. Y/n walked into the building, Friday alerting everyone around them that the teenager was home from school.

“Hello darling.” Steve said looking up from his piles of paperwork to see his daughter walking in, her backpack slung up on one shoulder, her phone in her other hand.

“Hi papa.” Y/n murmured plopping down next to the man with a soft sigh. “How’s paperwork?”

“Oh well you know. Average.” He said picking up his pen and starting to write again. “Homework?” This pulled an elongated sigh from the blonde teen who flopped her upper body on to Steve’s lap who chuckled and tucked a lock of hair behind the girls ear.

“Always.” She muttered with a small pout forming on her lips. “I don’t want to do it papa…”

The two heard a chuckle come from a redhead behind them. “Awe does the poor baby have homework?” Natasha rounded the corner and plopped down next to the man and his daughter. Y/n stuck her tongue out at the older woman. “Really mature kid.”

“Well i am a kid aunty Nat.” She said with a look before sitting up with a loud groan. “Time to do some AP calc i guess.” She said pulling out her binder from her backpack. The binder thudded on to the table making everyone glance up, most having an eyebrow raised at the loud sound it made.

“Damn kid. What kind of work are they giving you? It’s heavier than the files after the Battle of New York were.” Tony said shifting in his seat to sit back and look at her binder.

“It’s uhm… calc and then just normal classes? It’s average work load for students.” She shrugged and started her homework. “Whose day is it for dinner?” Natasha asked as she scrolled on her phone lounging next to the young girl.

“Wanda i think. But i could be wrong.” She murmured as her feet went to lay over her fathers lap. “Papa do you know?”

Steve gave a hum with a shake of his head as he finished signing off the paperwork in front of him. “No doll. Do your homework please.”

Y/n roller her eyes at her father before going back to her work mumbling about something no one could understand. Natasha stood up and walked in to the kitchen to make a cup of coffee. “Want some coffee kid?” She asked looking over her shoulder seeing the blonde nod slightly. “Cream and sugar?” She once again saw the ponytail bib up and down and she poured the coffee for herself and the girl before bringing it back over making all the guys start to whine.

“What?”

“You can’t just get her and you coffee?!”

“Why don’t we get coffee?!”

“Come on Romanoff!”

“Favouritism!”

The teen merely smirked and stuck her tongue out at the men who preceded to all pout. “I’m her favourite. It’s very clear.” Natasha rolled her eyes and continued to scroll on her phone while the teen did homework. Tony coming over at one point to help her with calculus and Bucky and Steve helping out with her world war project for history.

All was calm until Wanda called dinner, causing all the guys to stumble over each other to get a spot at the table, all leaving a seat next to Steve open so the teen could sit there after packing her bag up. She came in with a sigh and plopped down beside her father.

Dinner was her favourite time of day. It was when everyone who was on earth and not on a mission, got together and had normal conversations and family time. It was very nice. A little loud, a little chaotic with all the guys trying to get all the food, especially when Thor was here but she wouldn’t change it for the world.

“Papa. Can you pass the peas please?” Y/n asked timidly looking over at the blonde man who hummed and put it on her plate. “Thank you.”

“What do you want to do after dinner baby?” He asked the teen as she looked around at the table. “Movie night?”

Tony whooped and looked at the teen. “Who’s picking mini cap?”

“I’m not mini cap and I am. You all pick lame ass movies.” Y/n said causing all the men to immediately protest. “Nope! If you don’t wanna watch my movie then fine but papa, aunty Nat and aunty Wanda and I are!” She said with a small huff making everyone try to muffle a laugh. “You’re so cute darling.” Steve said kissing his daughters head causing the girls cheeks and ears to tint pink.

The team all helped clean up from dinner before they all found their way to the living room where they all settled down. Thor sitting on the floor, leaning against the arm of the couch. Tony with Pepper cuddled up in a love seat. Wanda and Natasha cuddled on one side of y/n. Steve holding his daughter close on the other side. The whole family settled down to watch the movie that the teen had picked.

As y/f/m played, y/n started to drift off, her head buried into her dads neck just enjoying the calmness and love that came from being surrounded by her whole family. She felt herself be lifted and tucked into her bed and a scruffy kiss from her father who murmured a soft ‘I love you darling. Sleep good’ before leaving her to fall asleep contently.

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Gilded • Prologue

Dark Thor x female!reader x Dark Loki

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"The more I try to understand Midgard, the more it seems to confuse me." A thunderous voice sounds from behind, startling the young woman. The plate in your hand drops to the floor bursting in tiny pieces. "I did not mean to startle you, my lady." The man chuckled from behind you.

You turn her head slightly in his direction. His golden hair flowed down in waves on his shoulders, his signature red cape replaced by a dark blue hoodie. "Thor! I'm sorry. I was just— deep in thought."

"No need to apologize, my lady. You just stay still, the shards seem to be everywhere."

You nod, following his figure with her eyes as he walks over, broom in hand. Your hands reach out to grab the platic as he hands it to you. The broom bristles hit the floor as you attempt to make a move to sweep the shards into a pile, but Thor holds out a hand to stop you, shaking his head slightly. He then proceeds to sit on his heels and starts picking up the bigger white pieces scattered across the black kitchen tiles carefully gathering them in the palm of his left hand. "How have you been? Asgard treating you well?" You ask as he turns to throw the pieces in the bin hidden behind the cabinet on his right. Eyes falling on your frame after he tilts his head in your direction.

Thor turns back on his heels as he keeps his eyes on yours. "I am jovial that my people have accepted the change so expeditiously. My coronation is set in a weeks time." He stands, dusting off his hands on his jeans and holds out a hand. The gesture makes you raise a brow at him before understanding that he wants you to hand him back the broom. His lips turn up slightly after the corner of his lips as you hand him the plastic back.

"You must be thrilled to finally lead your people as king." You stares at him as his sweeps across the floor, his eyes scanning the pieces as they are swept into a neat pile. How out of place this looks for a future king. He nods as he steps in front of you after disposing of the last shards. "Thank you."

"Not a problem at all, my lady. Oh! Speaking of the coronation in Asg—" Before Thor can finish his sentence another voice interrupts his words.

"There you are! Have you—" Loki strides into the kitchen with his head held up high, demanding a certain type of authority with his prenuptial. He looks from his brother to you as Thor steps away from you to turn to look at Loki. "Oh, never mind. Pardon me, am I interrupting you, dear brother?" He voice holding a tone that could only be described as indifferent as his eyes narrow and a smirk ghosts his lips. He knew exactly what he just had done.

"I was about to ask the Lady." Thor grins in Loki’s direction before turning back to the said woman standing next to him.

"Ask me?" Your eyes swifting between the two brothers in expectation, eyebrow raised. “What Migardian thing can I explain to the two of you today?” You ask the brothers, a small giggle leaving your lips as Thor laughs and Loki looks at her with a disbelieving sneer.

“I will have you know, dear mortal, That I-.”

“Brother.” Thor interrupst him, his tone demanding. "Well, you see, my lady. I was—"

"We. We were wondering." Loki objects and Thor glares in his direction.

"Right. We, we were wondering if you would like to be present." Thor smiles at you with hopefull eyes.

"Present where?" You look at the blond god with confusion in your eyes, your right brow raising slightly again as they knit together on your forehead.

Loki clears his throat as speaks your name and shakes his head with a roll of his green eyes. "What the oaf is trying to say—"

"Oi! I'm not an oaf."

"Of course not." Loki says to his brother with a sarcastic undertone in his voice. "As I was saying. We would like to invite you to join his coronation. To have you, dear pet, present and of course show you the wonders of our phenomenal home, now that father is not present anymore."

Thor glares at his brother. "Loki." He threatens. "He was still our father, have care how you speak of him."

"Oh, well, at least he can't hear it." Loki girns mischievously. “And he was not—; Never you mind.” He sends you a wink as he holds his silver tongue before gesturing his hand to his brother for him to continue.

Thor sighs as he turns back to look you in your eyes. "Don't mind his words, Lady." His voice low, the sound reminding you of rumbling thunder. "But we would be honored to have you join us in Asgard."

"I— I don't know what to say." You stammer. Eyes wide in disbelief, shock sending sparks over your back as excitement fills your blood.

"How about a thank you, your highness, I would be honored."

"Brother." Thor glares at Loki once again before turning back to you. "Think about it? Not too long, we would have to leave tomorrow at noon." He takes your hand in his.

"You will have my answer by tonight." You tell the Asgardian gods. Slowly rescinding your hand from Thor’s.

"I will await your answer in patience." Thor tells you as he steps in the direction of the door. "Don't take too long though." He winks before grabbing his brother by his arm and dragging him out.

"I beg your pardon, unhand me at once, brother." Loki swats at Thor's hand with a scoff and you chuckle at his reaction. "But yes, pet, please don't take too long with your answer." He says over his shoulder, green eyes catching your eyes.

"I won't." And with that your yet again alone in the spacious room. You chuckle to yourself as you continue to unload the dishwasher.

“Will you stop pacing! You are getting on my nerves. More then usual. And that is saying something.” Loki groans as he massages away his worries with two fingers between his brows. “She will accept.”

“And what if she doesn’t, brother? Mmm? What will happen then.” Thor stops his pacing abruptly, hands in fists at his side. His eyes roaming across the room before landing on his brother and he sneers as thunder claps outside. “She is taking a awful long time. Most mortals would be honored to be blessed to see our Asgard.”

“Now, now, brother. Being vain is more up my alley than yours. She WILL accept, not to worry.”

Thor doesn’t answer, he only turns on the balls of his feet and continues his stomping across the room. Slight rumble of thunder is heard outside before the room lights up with the flash of lightning.

“My, my, Thor. She will accept our generous invitation. She is a smart mortal.” Loki tells his brother as he cranes his neck to look at him. He holds back a sigh as he lets the words sink in himself. You are a smart one, right?

Thor growls at his brother and stomps back over. He grabs the front of his black overcoat and hoists him up his feet. “She should have been here by now.”

Loki, unfaced by his brothers anger, grabs his hands and rips them off of him. “Sit down, you oaf, and calm yourself.”

“But she-.”

A knock interrupts Thor’s words. “Am I the one interrupting something now?” There you stand, leaning against the door frame of the common room. “For two Gods, the both of you are hard to find.”

“Lady Y/n.” Thor sighs as he smiles at you, yet it doesn’t quite reach his eyes, the thunder outside now slightly reduced.

“Thor, Loki.” You nod as you step into the room. You eye both brothers curiously before folding your hands infront of you, a habit of nervousness. “I came to tell you of my decision. I’m sorry it took me so long.”

“No apologies needed, pet. Please, would you like to sit down?” Loki gestures to the seat in front of his, the leather fauteuil looks inviting as sitting on the floor.

“I’m okay thank you, after all, I would have to continue packing.” You from the fauteuil at him.

Loki’s eyes narrow as does his brothers. “You’re leaving?” The question is heavy on his tongue.

Your brows knit together and you turn to look at the floor, trykng to hide the smile trying to creep on your lips. “I am.”

Thor steps closer to you, his hand reaching up for you arm but he holds back. “What made you decide that.” His lips are in a tight smile as thunder slowly rumbles again outside.

“I— I mean,” you can’t get words out of your mouth, how could they be so daft. Instead you choose to look Thor in the eyes. You give him a pointed look and it takes him a second before a grin breaks on his face.

“Ah, I see, my lady.” He says as he plays along. You both turn to look at Loki who is trying to hold back a sneer. “It is understandable, isn’t it, brother?”

“Oh, is it now?” Loki glares at his feet as he takes his eyes from his brother to you, taking in the smile on your lips. A cheeky grin appears on you lips and his frown turns into a smirk.

“I would love to join you for Thor’s coronation. I would be honored.”

“I would say so.” Loki says with an undertone you can’t quite explain. He tuns to Thor. “It seems the mortal is smart after all.”

“You thought I wasn’t?” You ask while folding your arms disapprovingly. “How dare you.”

“How dare you trying to trick a trickster.” Loki turns up his chin as Thor laughs. “Well I must take my leave now. Have a good night.” And he walks off without another word. You frown in his direction as he disappears around the corner.

“Well, my lady, I am honored to have you with us in Asgard. But packing would not be necessary though. We can provide you with whatever you need back home.” Thor tells you with a generous smile, his eyes light up when he takes in your smile.

“Oh! I hope you don’t mind, but I’m already nearly finished. I would like to bring my essentials if that’s okay.”

Thor pats your shoulder before sliding his hands down your arm and taking your hand. “Take whatever you need, my lady.”

He squeezes your hand before you rescind it and nod your head. Turning on your heels as you make your leave. “Tomorrow at noon, correct?”

Thor smiles. “Tomorrow at noon.”

Hello darlings,

This is my first time writing on Tumblr and hope the story peaks your interest. I do want to warn you that reading this is at your own risk as it will contain dark elements from now on. This fic is after all a dark one. If your not comfortable with that, please don’t continue reading the rest of the story when posted.

I hope you enjoyed this prologue as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Xx

[perilousxrealm]

closed starter for @carolxvers

Asgard. An ancient kingdom of an ever more ancient people, splayed in front of her for the first time in a century. At least. It causes an ache that is deep seated and nearly as old as she is. The door of her ship opens, and Valkyrie sheathes her daggers and grabs a bottle of Titanian Ale. Her legs sway a little as she steps on the sacred ground, and she scoffs at the way she nearly falls over.

Perhaps this has been a mistake.

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Several days pass in a blur and she mostly keeps to herself, even though she gets some curious glances from the Asgardian people, and every time she pulls her gloves a little bit further up to hide the tattoo that would uncover her true identity. No one here really knows who she is, not truly, but the rumor she is here on a plea from Thor Odinson; and she plans to keep it that way. People who try to speak to her, thinking that she is... foreign, get short head nods and vague answers, so they learn not to approach her in time.

The very morning when the Bifrost opens for the first time she has been there, there is a clamor among the people in the kingdom, and everyone rejoices that Thor, the rightful heir to the throne of his late father, is back. And he's bringing friends; and for the first time in five years after the snap, there is hope; According to the remaining Asgardians, at least— the Valkyrie herself is cynical and does not believe it in the slightest... and who could blame her, truly? All she knows is loss.

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When she enters the throne hall for the first time in an age later that day, it's different; in the absence of Frigga and Odin, and everything that once made it home. It's completely empty, save for the guards that ask here where exactly she means to go, and she shrugs, saying that she was there on behest of their almost-King... Trying to talk her into whatever next adventure he has in store, undoubtedly.

Mildly curious, she makes her way to one of the side rooms they show her the way to, and once the doors open she is met with a sight of blonde hair and fabric— splayed all over the floor and hanging of different hooks as the maidens do their sewing on a woman the Valkyrie has never seen before. There's a moment of silence, then two, and when the brown pair of eyes meet hers, Valkyrie's eyebrows raise.

She is definitely not an Asgardian... but she is unbelievably pretty.

"Apologies. I was sent in here by Thor's guards, I mean not to interrupt," she starts, gripping the brass door handle to steady herself... that whiskey bottle she downed earlier be damned. "Do you know where I might find him?"

[saphiccarma]

Title: Memories bring back you

Ship: Natasha R x Reader (Not too much in this part.)

Pt. 1 - Pt.2

A look of hurt? Honestly you weren't sure, but something flashed in the redheaded woman's eyes before her whole face pinched and she turned and stormed out of the room. There was a pang in your chest for an unknown reason at seeing her hurt. You didn't even know why.

You struggled against the red coils that wrapped tight around your arms, burning them with a heat that made your entire body shudder, but they remained unmovable. The brunette across from you had glowing red eyes.

Something sparked in the back of your brain when you saw her fingers twitching, slightly tinged red like her eyes - she was one of Strucker's. You had heard of the girl (she looked older than her file stated) and her powers, but had never got a chance to witness it.

A small smirk crept to your face, "So you're Strucker's prized pupil I've heard so much about."

The woman - you think her name was Wanda Maximoff - blinked and pursed her lips, clearly conflicted about what to do.

"Hey," you winced as the wisps tightened around your arms, "look, why don't you let me go and we can bust this joint?"

The woman crinkled her nose at you judgmentally and stared you up and down, curiosity shining in her irises. They remained a dull red, a result of her magic no doubt. You found it fascinating and wondered how she got them. There were rumors going around the HYDRA base that Strucker got ahold of the mind stone and she touched it. Other rumors were she was born with the powers and Strucker happened to stumble upon the young woman.

When she continued to remain silent you tilted your head - the lack of her other half now apparent, "Didn't you have a brother?" Based on the stories you had overheard, the two were always near each other.

Even from about 3 yards away you could hear her sharp intake of breath and thick swallow. The woman remained resolutely silent but narrowed her eyes at you. Deep red swirled in her eyes now, a more intensified color from before and the wisps around you tightened.

Something probed your brain, knocking against the mental barriers you had built up so carefully. There was a tiny knock again, stronger this time - trying to pry down the wall you had set up to keep your mind safe. You frowned at the witch, eyebrows creasing as the red in her eyes grew brighter. Her lips thinned further as her breathing got heavy and the attack on your mind grew stronger.

You opened mouth to say a strangled phrase before the door opened with a silent whoosh, effectively forcing the attack on your mind to stop. You hoped that in the witch's surprise at the new arrival she would release you, but the burning red magic around your arms remained. Pity.

A tall man with sandy blonde hair and brilliant blue eyes studied you from where he stood in the doorway. There was another man behind him, this one dressed in metal armor and chubbier than the former man.

The latter smiled widely at you and before you could protest as bounding over like a puppy and pulling you into a tight hug.

"Thor wait!" calling out a warning, the witch spoke too late.

The second his arms touched yours a searing pain radiated throughout your head. With the hope of shoving him off, you struggled but your restraints remained firm. Seemingly frozen, strong muscular arms were wrapped around you as well, unmoving. 'Thor', according to the witch, didn't move an inch - his eyes staring at a far off spot behind your shoulder. You glanced over his hairy head and peaked at the witch and blonde man who seemed to be staring in shock.

"Don't just stand there," you spat, "Get this fucker off me."

The blonde man rushed forward with slightly clumbsy steps before righting himself and pulling the man off you, which proved to be more difficult than it seemed with the fat man having a strong grip. You winced and wished that you could be free but your red restraints remained and they were really starting to burn.

Stumbling around in a daze the chubby blonde man shoved the muscular blonde man away from him, hand coming up to his head. You stared confused as he glanced between you and the medical bed, before going to you again then the witch.

"She-" 'Thor' stammered, something that felt wrong in your mind - as if something was telling you the man didn't stammer ever, "I was unaware you were a witch Lady Y/N."

Again with that name. First the redhead called you that, and now this man.

You gave him a look, one that intentionally conveyed confusion and annoyance, "Look- you people seem to know me, but I don't know any of you, that's not my name."

For a moment no one seemed to know what to do, giving each other confused gazes before the muscular blonde man stepped forward, his pose radiating nobility. Oh boy.

"I'm Steve Rogers," he stuck his hand out, retracting it when he realized you were tied up, "What's your name?" Confidence and a sense of justice were thinly hammered into his words, a phrase that shone with a sense of mundanity.

Giving him an exasperated look the witch heaved a sigh.

Cautiously you stared him down before replying, "Seraphina."

Steve Rogers took it in stride with a smile, nodding as if it made perfect sense. Steve Rogers....you had heard that name before. Flashes of a book popped to the forefront of your mind, and old rusty book. A man with long brunette hair and a peculiar arm with a spotty memory appeared, his voice rough from disuse.

"I used to have a friend," he had told you once, "I think...." the brunette's brows furrowed, "His name was Steve. Rogers. But I called him Stevie. We lived in Brooklyn and I would...I would" the man pursed his lips with a frown and pinched brows, "I would stop the bullies that came after him."

You had heard of Steve Rogers before, in a distant memory. One that was jumbled and mixed up. When you tried to dig further into your mind the memories became more mixed, everything swirling together in a tornado of orange. Blinking, you tried to focus on the present when a voice called your name. Dully you did recognize it but you were too deep in your own mind to care.

Steve Rogers....you knew that man. More memories played behind your eyelids as you screwed your eyes shut.

A shining bright smile and a soft voice coaxing you through drawing something.

There was a loud voice hollering out, "On your left!" with a hint of pride followed by two people's tired sighs mixed with a laugh.

A bright shield painted with red, white and blue - worn from years of use.

Throwing blows with a man who stood his ground and punches sang an anthem of justice for humanity and for his country.

It was all tinted with a sunset color, the memories blurry, faint and barely recognizable, but you knew this man. You had heard of him - met him - outside stories and books. You knew him, but didn't know why. Never in your life had you met Steve Rogers, not until now. Yet, your thoughts disagreed, they screamed at you that you had met this man before and shared some kind of connection.

"-aphina?" a voice called, soft and soothing, "Seraphina?"

You blinked your eyes open, inhaling deeply and staring at Steve Rogers. His taught shoulders conveyed concern that matched the look in his eyes. The other blonde man, Thor, was gone - the door wide open. The witch bore holes into the side of your skull as she blinked at you, still restraining you, but her eyes seemed to recognize something.

"I know you."

Steve Rogers did a small double take, exhaling sharply before nodding, "Yeah."

"I know you," you repeated your voice firm as if you were trying to convince yourself, but still glittering with uncertainty.

"Ok."

Rogers didn't try to deny you, his back straight as he gazed at you with gentle eyes. The corner of his lips were upturned to slightest hint of a smile, but something in his eyes told you it was forced.

You opened your mouth once more, ready to repeat the words, but nothing came out. You knew him.

After your silence stretched for too long: "If Wanda let's you go will agree to not attack anyone again?" Steve Rogers smiled at you softly, an expression unfamiliar to you - yet your mind warmed in a familiar sense as if you had that expression directed at you before. But all you knew were HYDRA's cruel smiles and taunting smirks. Not that kind expression. So why was it familiar?

Lips suddenly chapped, you ran your tongue over them as the star spangled man awaited an answer. Something tugged at your brain, urging you to reply with a positive answer. Consequences be dammed if your handler found out.

"Sure," when you spoke that single word, the wisps around your arms vanished.

You stumbled a little, glaring at Steve Rogers when he tried to steady you, but you righted yourself, wincing at the numbness your legs felt from dangling in the air for so long. Rubbing at your sore and red arms, you gazed at the duo. Rogers finally seemed at a total loss for what to do and so did the witch. So their plan wasn't fully thought out.

The blonde cleared his throat, "Why don't I introduce you to everyone?"

Still giving him a stink eye, you nodded hesitantly and followed him out of the room with tentative footsteps.

<_______________>

The redheaded woman was waiting in the hall, her face twisted with worry as a phone was cupped to her ear. Her mouth froze mid sentence at the sight of you timidly exiting the room, your hands folded carefully across your chest. The woman, who you still couldn't place, said a few more hushed words into the phone before hanging up and turning the face you.

She smiled, the expression tight and not reaching her eyes, "Hey."

You tilted your head and blinked owlishly at her.

Steve stepped in with, "Nat, this is Seraphina," he waved his hand towards you and you resisted the urge to snap his arm, "Seraphina, this is Natasha."

Natasha gave him an odd look, not one that was decipherable, but she squinted at you. Her green eyes swirled with emotions, too many to count before she upturned her nose a little and walked away - her hips swaying in a slight perfect rhythm. Wanda offered you a smile of sheepish indifference as Steve frowned, his eyes trailing after Natasha. The man's line of vision followed Natasha until the end of the corridor the three of you occupied, and the redhead disappeared around the corner.

A spike of emotion shot through you at the way Steve stared at Natasha. The look was nothing of platonic care, worry and a little frustration, but you couldn't stop the ugly feeling that wormed its way through your veins. Resisting the urge to shiver, you tried to think back to if you had seen Natasha before.

She appeared familiar, all her mannerisms triggering some sort of comfortable warmth in your chest, but why?

Why was it, with all the people you had met thus far, some comfy feeling settled inside your ribcage and nestled up. It was dull, just barely there, but it felt like it heated up all your insides. You weren't sure why, but your body automatically settled into a sense of security around the people here.

As your brain recalled a symbol branded onto Steve's shirt all feelings of comfort vanished. A choppy eagle that was surrounded by a circle sat on his right shoulder proudly - a SHIELD logo. Steve led you through the hall, trailing slowly behind Natasha, but completely oblivious to the vile look you cast him.

Throwing a glance towards Maximoff to see if she noticed, but the woman walked on his right side - utterly unbothered. Maximoff was Hydra! Why was she working with SHIELD?

Your brain swam with all the new information it had gained. If Maximoff were working with SHIELD...then you were on your own. Lips pressing in a thin line you resolved to figure out why you were in SHIELD custody, why they felt so familiar, and why everything seemed wrong.

[30somethingautisticteacher]

Couldn't let the month end without writing a little Bucktommy pride fic! 🏳️‍🌈

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As Buck and Tommy got ready for the Pride parade, their excitement was palpable. Buck was decked out in shorts that proudly displayed the colors of the bisexual flag, while Tommy sported equally short shorts in the vibrant hues of the gay pride flag. Both men wore matching black tank tops emblazoned with the words "This is what a Queer Firefighter looks like" across the chest.

As they stood side by side in front of the mirror, adjusting their outfits, Buck couldn't help but admire how good they looked together. His eyes roamed appreciatively over Tommy's muscular form, accentuated by the tight shorts and tank top.

Feeling playful and a bit flirty, Buck leaned over and whispered into Tommy's ear, his breath hot against Tommy's skin. "You know, these shorts might be false advertising. Maybe I'm not bisexual at all, maybe I'm just Tommy-sexual. I mean, you are the only man I've ever kissed." His voice was low and sultry, almost a purr.

Tommy turned to face Buck, a mix of amusement and desire in his eyes. "Is that so?" he murmured, his hands finding their way to Buck's hips. "Well, I'd say that's quite the compliment."

Buck grinned. "It's the truth. You're the only man I want or need."

Tommy leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to Buck's lips. "And you're the only one I want, Evan. But you know," he added with a playful smirk, "being bi isn't about who you've been with, it's about who you're attracted to. And I've seen the way you look at Chris Hemsworth during movie night."

Buck laughed, a slight blush coloring his cheeks. "Okay, fair point. But can you blame me?"

"Not at all," Tommy chuckled, "although I'm more of a Chris Evans man myself."

Buck's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Really? Captain America over Thor? I wouldn't have guessed that."

Tommy shrugged, a mischievous glint in his eye. "What can I say? I have a thing for righteous, self-sacrificing blondes with hearts of gold." He gave Buck a pointed look, his lips curving into a fond smile.

It took Buck a moment to catch on, but when he did, his face lit up with a mix of embarrassment and pleasure. "Oh," he said softly, pulling Tommy closer. "Well, in that case, I guess I can't complain about your taste in men."

Tommy leaned in, pressing a quick kiss to Buck's lips. "Nope, you really can't. Now come on, Ev, let's go show the world what proud, queer firefighters look like."

As they headed out the door, hand in hand, both men felt a surge of pride - not just in their identities, but in their relationship and the life they were building together. They were ready to celebrate with their community, to stand tall and proud in who they were and who they loved.

The streets were already bustling with people decked out in rainbow colors, and Buck and Tommy couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement. This was their first Pride together, and they were determined to make it memorable.

[simplyholl]

New Year’s Eve

Summary: You have been in a situationship with Loki for a while, but he refuses to kiss you. 

Pairing: Avenger Loki x F Avenger Reader

Warnings: Smut. 18+ ONLY. Minors DNI. Orgasm denial. A little angst, but it has a happy ending. 

W/C: 2.3K

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I reluctantly pull Loki’s satin green sheets off me. We only have ten minutes before our weekly meeting. Loki is getting dressed. I stay in bed, not wanting to leave the warmth. I wish these meetings didn’t start so early, especially when we have been up all night. Round three quickly turned into round four, then our alarm woke us from our short slumber.

“Loki, why do you never kiss me?” I didn’t mean for the one question that haunts me to slip out. It must be my lack of sleep. He laces his boots slowly weaving the strings before answering. “If I’m not mistaken, I spent a large portion of the night kissing you.” He lifts an eyebrow smirking at me. “You know that’s not what I meant. Every time we hook up, you avoid it.”

“It’s not you. I never kiss the women I sleep with.” The question had been on my mind for some time. Loki was more than willing to do many, many things in bed, but I never even got a peck on the lips. We have a good thing right now, so I don’t want to make him uncomfortable and ruin it. We have been in a situationship for a while now.

We sleep together a few times a week to let off some steam from all the training and missions. The other days we are free to do whatever and whoever we want. It might be a little unconventional, but it works for us. We always give each other a heads up if we will be taking someone else home. Loki has been known to get jealous. If I have a guy over, the next time I’m with Loki, I won’t be able to walk right for a week.

I’m a glutton for punishment, so sometimes I will invite someone over to watch movies and insinuate more happened. My reward- I mean punishment- makes putting up with all these lame guys worth it. Tonight is our holiday party. Tony always throws a huge banger the week before Christmas to celebrate. Loki has already informed me that he will be taking the bleach blonde woman grinding all over him home tonight.

I’ve already searched the party for any potential men to bring home with me, but I come up short. I’ll just spend the night drinking with Natasha. She leans in lowering her voice so no one else will hear her. “Did you hear who Thor hooked up with last week?” I shake my head no, curious to learn the latest gossip. She knows everything about everyone. “That girl that works in the lab. You know, short hair and the longest legs you’ve ever seen?” “Oh yeah, she is so cute!” I take a sip of my drink looking around the party. “She has been obsessed with him. Tony told me she’s shown up at Thor’s room every night trying to sleep with him again, but he just wanted a one-night thing. Poor girl, those Asgardians must be something else in bed. Right Y/N, you would know?”

I stopped paying attention to her story. I’m too distracted by Loki. His hands fondle the blonde woman’s ass while she suggestively dances against him. He leans down, pressing his lips to hers. His hands tangle in her hair. It’s not a small kiss, there is some major saliva swapping happening. They continue groping each other and making out for what feels like an eternity. When they finally pull apart, I try not to look. But I’m drawn to them like a magnet.

Loki notices me staring. He doesn’t even look remorseful. He just grabs her face and goes in for more. Why am I so upset? We are just having fun, no strings. So why do I feel so jealous? Why won’t he kiss me like that?

I decide it’s not a good idea to bring it up. I’ve seen him with two other women since then, so he’s probably forgotten all about the kiss. I brought a guy home that I had every intention of sleeping with. But he talked about how hot Natasha is the whole time. He even asked me for her number. So, I made him leave. Loki saw him, so tonight should be fun for me.

Loki arrives promptly at ten, just like we agreed on. His lust filled eyes drink me in. I am wearing a silky forest green robe with gold trimming, nothing underneath. “Bed now.” He growls. “Take that robe off. You are unfit to wear my colors after you had that pathetic excuse for a man in here. Did he touch you?” I quickly remove my robe revealing my naked body to him.

“Do not make me ask again, pet.” His voice is low making me needy for him. I lay on the bed watching as he rids himself of his clothes. “Yes, I let him touch me.” I lie. Loki’s eyes darken as he climbs on the bed with me. He smiles wickedly as my arms are suddenly tied to my bed post. I pull on the silk ties magically holding me in place.

“You will not come until I give my permission. Do you understand?” I nod in agreement, but it’s not enough for him. “Use your words.” “Yes, I understand.” He kisses roughly down the curve of my neck. Sharp teeth scrape against my sensitive skin. He palms my breasts, lowering his head, he takes a pebbled nipple between his lips. I arch underneath him, wishing the restraints were gone. He tugs my other nipple roughly between his fingers. He licks and sucks his way down between my legs. My thighs are spread revealing all of me to him.

He bites my thigh hard. I cry out, while he lavishes gentle kisses to the wound. I can see his teeth marks on the reddened skin. I whimper. He’s usually not so cruel in the bedroom. He licks a stripe up my center. I squirm under his touch. His brutal actions are turning me on, more than I’d like to admit. His tongue explores me, swirling against my slick folds.

He inserts two fingers hooking upward. Soft lips close around my bundle of nerves. He suckles me while his fingers continue their vicious assault. “Loki, I’m so clo… can I c..” Before I can fall off the precipice, he removes himself from me. I whine his name. He lines himself up with my center, entering me swiftly. I moan loudly trying to reach for him, momentarily forgetting my tied hands.

“You let him touch what is mine.” He thrusts aggressively. “Mine. You forget who you belong to. Who this body belongs to.” I’m so close already. He reaches between us. His skilled fingers find my clit. “Tell me who owns you. Say you are mine.” I almost explode from his words alone. He can be possessive, but this is new, angry. “I’m yours, Loki. Only yours. I’m so close. Please let me come.” He removes his fingers from me, gripping my thigh. He thrusts harder. “No.” His rejection rings in my ears. It stings, he’s never refused to let me come before. “So good. Always perfect. Mine.” He murmurs against my neck as he spills inside me.

He pulls out, waving his hand releasing me from the ties. He rubs my arms in the places where I was restrained, placing gentle kisses to each wrist. He pulls me in his lap. I lay my head against his broad chest listening to his heart beat. I sigh loudly letting him hear my frustration. “Fret not, little one. I will allow your pleasure next time.” My eyes meet his. He is so handsome like this, flushed cheeks and wild hair. My gaze travels to his lips. How unfair that I will never feel them against my own.

Loki’s thumb grazes my bottom lip. His eyes flicker from his thumb on my lips to my eyes. I lean into him, but he pulls away. “I can’t. I am sorry.” I climb out of his lap, no longer wanting to be near him. I pull the sheet up covering myself. I feel exposed, used. He must feel the tension between us now. He stands up, grabbing his clothes. He dresses quickly. “I’ll take my leave now. Goodnight.” As soon as the door shuts, I throw all the blankets over me. I can’t help the tears spilling. My feelings are hurt. I was rejected, denied an orgasm, and I’ve realized I’m in love with him.

It's Avengers Game Night which usually includes playing board games until everyone is drunk. Then the activities quickly turn into Would You Rather and Truth or Dare. Those are always my favorites and there have been a few times the results have led to a hookup or three. Tonight is no different. Tony answers Natasha’s question inquiring how many people he’s slept with.

Loki chooses dare. Wanda places a finger to her chin, humming. “I dare you to kiss Y/N.” Laughter and oohs erupt amongst the group. My heart is going to beat out of my chest. I know she’s only trying to be a good friend and help me out. But I wish she wouldn’t. It’s no secret that Loki and I sleep together sometimes, but Wanda and Natasha are the only ones who know about his aversion to kissing me.

I look at Loki expectantly. He doesn’t move at all. “I will not.” he says defiantly, crossing his arms across his chest. Everyone is staring at me. I smile weakly pretending his words didn’t slice my heart in two. “Come on, Loki. You’ve bed her before. What is another kiss between you?” Thor defends me. Loki rolls his eyes at him. “Mind yourself, brother. I said no.”

I’m thinking of running out of this room, out of Avengers tower. I have to leave before I die of embarrassment. I rub my sweaty hands on my jeans, looking around for my phone before I take off. “If you won’t kiss her, I will.” Steve smiles sweetly at me. I know he is just being noble, saving the damsel in distress. He walks toward me, taking my hand in his. I stand up to face him. He places my stray hair behind my ear. His fingers rub my cheek while he leans in. He is a better kisser than I expected. His hands grab my waist pulling me closer as he deepens the kiss. “Okay Cap, that’s enough. We don’t want to see you humping her leg.” Tony jokes. I give Steve a quick hug and whisper thank you.

Natasha gets my attention pointing to thew hallway where Loki is stomping away from everyone. I run after him. “Hey Loki, wait up.” He doesn’t turn around. “Loki?” he continues walking. I follow him to his room. “I know you can hear me. What is wrong with you?” He finally acknowledges me. “Nothing is wrong with me. What’s the matter with you? The captain? That is who you want now?” He opens his door, strutting in with the intent to slam it in my face. I push my way through and enter his room.

“Are you seriously mad that Steve kissed me? This is ridiculous. You won’t kiss me! And I have tried. Your whole thing about ‘I never kiss women I sleep with’ is such shit. I saw you making out with that woman a few weeks ago. Everyone did! You were tongue fucking her face in front of everybody, but you won’t give me a quick kiss in private! You just turned me down in front of the whole team.

Do you know how embarrassing that was for me? Steve stepped up to help me out, and you’re mad at me? You have absolutely no right to be angry. I can’t do this anymore. I’m tired of it being okay for you to enjoy the company of others, but if I do, you’re insanely jealous. I’m sick of constantly wondering what is wrong with me. What is so bad, that you don’t want to kiss me?” “I have nothing to say to you.” Loki looks down at his feet. I gawk at him in disbelief. I can’t leave fast enough. I make sure to slam the door behind me.

It's New Year’s Eve, exactly four days since my fight with Loki. I’m at another party, wishing I would’ve stayed home. It’s almost midnight, all the couples are standing close waiting for the ball to drop. I decide I need to leave. I weave my way through the crowd when I bump into Loki. “Y/N, I was looking for you.” “Save it, Loki I don’t want to hear it. I’m still so mad at you. You could have given me a quick peck on the lips the other night. I wouldn’t have tried to make it more. You really hurt my feelings.” I try to push past him, but he grabs my wrist keeping me in place.

“That is precisely the problem. I would have wanted more. I always want more with you. You honestly think I don’t want to kiss you? It’s all I think about, you frustrating woman. I chose not to kiss you while I sleep with you because I thought it would be easier to not fall in love. I was wrong. I have fought it for so long. I have been trying to make you jealous, but you don’t seem to mind. Seeing you with Rogers struck a nerve. It made me realize I love you. It’s always been you.”

Big hands cradle my face. All around us, people are counting down ‘Three Two One Happy New Year!’ He tilts my chin up. His lips melt against mine. Hungry in a way I’ve never known, he deepens the kiss. His tongue explores my mouth, tangling with mine. He sucks my bottom lip before pulling away. “I love you too, Loki. You should have told me sooner.” His smile reaches his eyes. “Better late than never, darling.”

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[wandafiction]

Favourite Colour - Just Us Chapter 12

Warnings: Lil angst with overthinking but mostly fluff.

Word Count: 2191

Series List | Chapter 11 | Chapter 13

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"Can I get you ladies anything else?" We both turn to look up at Loki who has one of his mischievous smiles planted on his face. What is that man planning? 

"I'm all good, thank you Loki. Wanda?" I turn to look at her as she shakes her head lightly. 

"I'm all done. Just the bill please Loki." He nods his head spinning on his heels to grab the receipt and card machine. 

"Which one of you lovely ladies is paying?" Loki places the receipt in front of us so we can both look at it. 

"I will." Wanda fishes through her bag looking at me as she pulls out her purse. "If that's okay with you y/n. I mean this was my idea to come here, so I just thought I should be the one to pay."

"It's okay princess. You can pay. You don't have to ask my permission to treat me to coffee." 

"Okay." She puts her card I'm the machine as Loki looks between us, raising his eyebrows at the interaction.

"Oh y/n before I forget. How's the back?" I choke on air. What a fucking dick. I love Loki, don't get me wrong, but sometimes he is too mischievous for his own good.

"It's fine." I grumble earning a raised eyebrow from both Wanda and him, but ignore the looks as I stand to get my overcoat back on. "Are you ready to go Wanda?" 

Her brows knit together slightly, before she relaxes and simply nods her head. Her eyes flick between me and Loki. Before she can ask any questions, large bounding footsteps can be heard making their way over to us. I see the blonde man smiling fondly towards me and Wanda, giving Loki a disapproving look as he gives him a smack around the back of the head. I stifle a laugh at Loki's wince, as he rubs the back of his head trying to soothe the pain. 

"Of so soon Lady Maximoff?" He gives the older woman a gentle hug, which she reciprocates fondly. 

"I am indeed. This date isn't over, so we are off for a walk." Wanda makes her way to me, grabbing my hand gently to start leading me out of the café.

"Will I be seeing you soon Lady Y/n?" I turn to face Thor as I answer.

"You will indeed be Thor. It was nice to see you after so long. You too Loki." He waves his hand dismissively at me still grumbling about how hard his brother hit him, but Thor smiles happily.

"Well don't wait too long. 2 years is far too long surely." I swallow the lump in my throat trying to hide my emotions and clear my throat slightly.

"2 years is too long. Maybe we make this a weekly thing once again."

"That would be nice." I turn back to look at Wanda, who has a fond smile on her face.

"Goodbye Thor."

"Bye Lady Y/n. Lady Maximoff." He turns to our table to start clearing it.

"Goodbye Loki." 

"Yeah, yeah. Goodbye y/n." He doesn't look at me as he disappears into the back of the office, and I am getting dragged out of there by Wanda.

We start walking down the sidewalk, heading to the small park that's a few blocks away. Our hands, holding one another, are swinging lazily between our bodies as Wanda practically bounces on her feet enjoying every moment so far. She walks in front of me a few paces, then turns her body to face me so she is walking backwards. Luckily, the sidewalk is empty so she doesn't have to concentrate on what's behind her. Just what's in front. Which is me.

"I would say I'm glad you get along with some of my friends, but seeing as you are already friends with them it sort of defeats the object." She laughs out a little before scanning my face with her eyes. "Well there was a bit of tension between you and Loki. What's that about?" 

I nearly come to a stop at her question but manage to keep my feet moving along the floor as I think of how best to answer her. I can feel her gaze on me, waiting. She's not pushing, that's good. However, I'm not going to tell her the whole truth, that is a lot of baggage. That she doesn't need. It's not lying right? No it's just not telling the whole truth? Like not finishing a story. Or just missing a chapter....or 20. So no it's not a lie, really.

"Something happened a few years ago. Some people ended up getting hurt. He blamed me for the longest time, but since the truth got out he has tried everything to make it up to me. We are on good terms, but sometimes he says something that just sort of brings up all the bad shit he said." Wanda stops in her tracks.

Oh shit. I've said too much haven't I. I know I should have never said anything. I should have point blank lied and said it was nothing. Or I should have made something up on the spot, anything but what I just did. I've ruined this already, and it's only the first date. Fucking shit. I feel a pair of arms wrap around my torso, a head resting on my chest as the hands of the hugger move up and down my back in a calming motion. 

"Before you lose yourself to the inner turmoil, you haven't scared me away. By the sounds of it this goes much deeper than what you're saying, but it is not my place to ask. We are basically strangers, so I get that you wouldn't trust anyone one hundred percent with whatever is eating at you. But please know, I'm still here." How does she do that?

"How do you do that?" She tilts her head in question. "It's like you can read my mind, because that's pretty much what I was thinking."

"I just know how to read people I guess." She shrugs her shoulders lazily, then I think back to what she was saying about trust.

"But you trusted me with the information about your brother, so surely I should be able to trust you with this." She moves her hands onto my cheeks pulling my face down slightly so I can see her. 

"No, not at all. We all have baggage and we all have demons. This is a first date. I opened up about my brother, because I felt like I could without breaking and without you walking on eggshells. But whatever this is with you, do not force it." Okay I seem to forget that she is 11 years older than me, so of course she has all this wisdom about her.

"You are very wise for your age, you know that." Wanda beems up at me.

"Well I do have 11 years on you, got to show it somehow." I laugh loudly, covering my mouth so I'm not laughing in her face.

"Surely the fact that I'm only 8 years older than your children shows that too." Wanda scoffs, rolling her eyes and hits my arm playfully. 

"You know. This was going well. Until you just basically called me old and yourself a child." She stands on her tiptoes to give my lips a quick peck, I smile at the action. "Now let's keep walking. No more deep conversation, how about some icebreakers or something?" 

We both continue to walk, Wanda back at my side as she snuggles into me a little bit resting her head against my arm that is trapped between our bodies, as her hand holds mine. 

"Oh yeah. What sort of ice breakers are you thinking of?" 

"Just simple questions. You know those cliché sort of things that make you cringe a little." I nod my head in understanding. 

"Oh so like...what's your favourite color?"

"Yes and red."

"Of course it is." 

"What do you mean, of course it is?" She questions, mimicking me.

"I mean when I met you I could tell. I mean you had only this very sexy red dress that did wonders for you, you have your red hair. You also like the color of my car today, which is..." 

"Red. Okay I see it now. Thank you for the compliment, it was greatly appreciated. I nearly didn't wear that dress, I nearly went for a simple black one. Glad I wore it now." She squeezes my hand in hers and lets out a small breathy laugh before she continues. "Okay so what's your favourite color?" 

"That's easy. It's like this golden, yellow, amber color you get. Not really sure of its true name, but it's like the color you can find a wolf's eyes. You know what color I am aiming for?" 

"I do. I thought you were going to say green or something." 

"Why? Because of your eyes." She looks up at me as I wiggle my eyebrows, one of her eyebrows arch as a small smirk covers her face.

"Yes, exactly that." We both laugh. 

Finally making it to the park, Wanda ends up pulling me to a bench from where you can see everything. The young children climbing on the frames, going down slides even just running around as their parents watch them with a close eye while talking to each other. Or the people who have chosen to sit on the grass, to have a picnic, a nice spread of food laid out in front of them on the blanket as they bask in the sun that's fighting through the clouds. There are a few dog walkers who pass each other, giving a small nod to one another in acknowledgement and allowing their dogs to sniff one another. Another one is on the grass chasing after a Frisbee that's being thrown about, before it drops it in turn for chasing its own tail. A small voice next to me pulls me out of my thoughts. 

"Sorry Wanda, what did you say?" I turn to see she is already looking at me.

"Your eyes, they are really beautiful in this light. It may not be bright out but I can still see how different they are from each other." I see her eyes look between mine separately as she takes them in.

"Got a new favourite color now?" She laughs as she turns to look at our surroundings, before turning her body to look right at me.

"No, because yours are two different colors. Can't have more than one favourite now can I otherwise it wouldn't be called favourite color. Single." 

"Hmm, fine. You don't like my eye color, I get it." I say sarcastically. 

"Now that's not what I said. I said they are beautiful. I mean I could get lost in them."

"Now look at who's being cliché. But go on. I like the attention. What color would you say they were today?" 

"What do you mean today?" She continues to look in my eyes, she hasn't broken contact since looking back at them.

"Well they appear in different shades or something in different light."

"Oh, well that makes sense. So today. Your left one is this beautiful pastel blue, almost light grey I could call it. It's quite light and there are no flecks of other colors, just the blue/grey situation. Your other one, is this amazing pastel amber/yellow. I mean, the sun is trying to come out today so I'm sure it's normally very bright and full of color, but today it's like a nice calming amber. I could just stare at that all day." She decides that all day doesn't last very long, and she shuffles closer to me snuggling into my body as she rests against me. "It's called heterochromia, right?" 

"It is. A lot of people stare or question if it's contacts when they first see it."

"Well I was too lust filled on Friday to actually take them in, and then yesterday I guessed they were either contacts or real."

"You didn't ask about them?" I kiss the crown of her head, as she shakes it gently. 

"No I thought you get questioned all the time and we're probably bored of the questioning so didn't say anything. Just quietly admired them."

"That's cute."

"Mmm. You're cute." A small laugh escapes my lips as I look down at her, she moves her head to look at me. Puckering her lips, I roll my eyes as I lean down to peck them a few times. 

I sit back against the bench, bringing my arm around the back of it gently resting my hand on Wanda's shoulder pulling her closer against my body. Wanda Shuffled her body as close as she could get, her head resting on my shoulder and her legs crossed next to mine: our knees touching. Her left hand rested on my right leg, mine holding onto it intertwining her fingers while her other hand fiddled with the rings that we wore.

"This is nice."

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