#v: say you'll remember me standing in a nice dress staring at the sunset;

[wildcxrds]

scars | starter for @emeraldxphoenix

Loki had a thousand lifetimes to her single one, so she wasn't ever surprised that they maintained a sense of magic upon themself. However, once upon a time to her much less practiced eye, she always assumed there was a deeper level of undetectable magic she had no idea about. Magic she'd learn over time.

Glamour. Years past after their little love affair, after loving and losing and reuniting again, she learned they had a word for some of the magic they used. Illusory magic she'd seen in practice from them and from Kairo, her silver-haired friend. Even Kori participated in his own way of glamour, but they called it illusions. Loki called it glamour.

And similar to her friends, Loki used it to hide old stories marked on their skin. Stories she'd yet to see, learn and understand. Until their brief conversation just the day prior.

The late afternoon after an early dinner met her bare form curled with his in their shared bed, legs tangled and her lips pressing slowly and deliberately along the curve of their shoulder up toward his collarbone. Perhaps I'll let you see a few.

Hers were always out on display. She wondered how many or how few she would find, where she would find them, what she would learn. She wanted to learn.

[wildcxrds]

“That. Is so stereotypical.” Alex laughed; She’s far too excited to even feign her joking offense, gasping as the kitten’s head peeks out from under the cloth. She could barely contain the returning squeal building in her chest again. A calico, about the eight week old mark, peered curiously from under. Its tail went upright immediately, and the blanket it was hidden under slipped off as it moved to leap. However, in an instant, it was gone. A small poof! noise followed its disappearance before another was heard by her neck - it had teleported and was now perched on her shoulder, catching Alex by surprise.

“Oh sh—!” She gasped, half-ducking to avoid the kitten slipping down her back. “A - a blink kitten?!”

“We found one in the rescue Audrey’s running!” Jacob said, in awe and worry as the kitten moved to try and climb on Alex’s head. She immediately pried it off and it began to paw at her hair.

“Oh, she’s gonna be a handful.” The witch said fondly, beaming at her son and Loki. “How long have you two been cooking this up, huh?” She could power the entire goddamn city with the joy in her heart alone. There was a tinge of bittersweet knowing that this is what they could have had throughout Jacob’s life… but she wasn’t looking back anymore. This is what they had now.

(Meanwhile, Jacob began to attempt to detach the balloons - with very little success - causing him to look pleadingly at his father.)

It does something funny to Loki to see their son using magic so easily, a brief bolt of pride twisting at their insides as the door shuts. The emotion isn’t visible on their face, of course, but seeing Jacob display such casual skill reminds the god of what it is to be a father, and weaves a thin strand of nostalgia for the life they could have had if their upbringing had been different. Alex has done a good job with their son.

For a moment the trickster thinks the witch hasn’t noticed the basket or its contents, distracted by the large glittering orbs that levitate behind Jacob ( – balloons, apparently – ) and the desire to embrace her son. But then the tiny creature mewls, perfectly timed, and Alex halts in her tracks. ‘What.’

Loki preens and their lips part in a grin, pleased at Alex’s delight and at their success in keeping this a secret. Hiding their excitement beneath feigned nonchalance, the god steps forward and leans forward to take a closer look at the tiny creature in the basket. “I’m reliably informed that Midgardian witches are supposed to have a cat,” – they glance back at her, smile tugging at the corner of their mouth – “so really you shouldn’t be that surprised.”

[coleskingdom]

Little Dear

Rating Explicit

Pairing Matt Jackson x Female Reader

Warnings: f receiving oral, fingering f receiving,p in v , smut and fluff at the end .

I had seen someone post wanting a Matt Jackson masquerade fic. Here’s my attempt.

There was a knock at the door, I looked through your camera to see a very elegant bouquet of dark red roses tipped in black, with an envelope attached had been left. Opening the front door with the first cool air of fall blowing in you brought both the bouquet and envelope and set them on your counter.

The note read:

Your presence has been requested at the inaugural masquerade ball. Your travel arrangements have been arranged for an overnight stay and a car will be sent to pick you up.

- TK

I only knew of one TK and the idea of being invited to one of his legendary party’s was exciting. However, you had a complicated history with one of his employees though it’d been years since you had seen Matt Jackson. Two years had gone by since you and Matt had broken up, it wasn’t dramatic you both were stubborn and in the end you just couldn’t make it work.

Toying with the black ribbon around the bouquet you decided that you would take TK’s invitation and attend the ball. However choosing an outfit wasn’t going to be easy, you wanted to hide and slip into being someone else for one evening.

The night of the ball I decided on a long black ball gown with a corseted top, a pair of elbow length gloves, and a golden fawn mask. You sleeked your hair back and put in a pair of green contacts to hide your blue eyes. When the doorbell rang and butterflies were in your stomach as the driver was waiting to take your bag and open the door.

The driver pulled up to this house that looked like an old New Orleans style mansion, inside it was the most extravagant party I’ve ever been to. There were sword swallowers, fire breathers , tarot readers, and a dance floor surrounded by candelabra. The music was contemporary hits that were performed by a string quartet .

As I stared around the room taking in the magnificence of it all you were approached by a man in a golden wolf mask and a very well tailored suit. The man offered his hand, Hello little deer, do you care for a dance? The formalness made you laugh and say Why Mr. Wolf, I would love to dance with you. As he took your gloved hand and led you to the floor.as the beginning of A Sign of the Times started, the Wolf pulled you in closer, he moved so smoothly on the floor confident and strong. The song ended and he bowed to me, and again the formalness made me laugh. He led you to the bar where you both ordered a drink. Standing in the man’s presence, it felt familiar and warm. The way the Wolf appraised you in your ball gown, he took in every inch of you looking at you as he both knew you and wanted to devour you at the same time. After you both finished your drinks, you wanted to ask his name. Mr. Wolf, do I know you, I asked quietly, the wolf silently grabbed your hand again led you back to the dance floor, this time it was Wildest Dreams, I sighed this song always reminded you of Matt, I softly whispered into the ear of the Wolf

“He's so tall and handsome as hell

He's so bad, but he does it so well

I can see the end as it begins

My one condition is

Say you'll remember me

Standing in a nice dress

Staring at the sunset, babe

Red lips and rosy cheeks

Say you'll see me again

Even if it's just in your wildest dreams”

The Wolf growled a low hungry sound that vibrated deep in his chest. Little Deer he asked is that what you want, to be remembered in my wildest dreams, or is it me that you want to remember in yours. You swallowed thickly taking in the words that had just been spoken, both you said just barely loud enough for the Wolf to hear. With that the Wolf led you off the dance floor and up the stairs to a suite, and as you entered the room the Wolf pinned you against the door and kissed you awkwardly as your masked faces didn’t fit together. The wolf readjusted his mask as he began to kiss your neck, down behind your ear and back up again, you felt your body begin to relax and give into this man who was setting your body on fire, with each touch.

The wolf began to kiss your collarbone and the top of your breast. Who are you Mr. Wolf? I asked breathlessly. He scowled annoyed that a question had been asked taking him away from his face being buried in your breasts Little Deer, that does not matter, for tonight I’m the big bad Wolf and you are my little deer. By the end of tonight if you don’t know who I am I will tell you. Before you had time to fully process his words he had brought a chair over, Sit said the Wolf it’s time that I feast on my sweet little deer. With that phrase you felt your panties dampen, the assertion in the Wolf’s voice had you sitting down, and your legs pressed together trying to quell the ache that was forming from this man who you did not know.

The wolf lifted the fabric of the ball gown and settled himself between your legs his mask now laying on the floor beside him. Lean back little deer he said , as he puts my feet on his shoulders. I leaned back, in the chair as the wolf runs his hands up and down my trembling legs. Slowly, methodically, he kisses all the way up and down my legs, his beard a sharp contrast to the smooth kisses he is placing there. My back arching as he moves closer to where I need him most offering myself to him. I feel his hands on the band of the underwear I had chosen for the night and hear them rip. There she is he coos, my dinner for the night, you smell so good, I bet you taste even better. His fingers trail up my inner thighs and I moan, so wet for me and I haven’t even touched you yet he chuckled amused at the response of your body to him. I'm gonna enjoy eating my dinner so fucking much . I bite down on my lip as he inches closer, his warm breath dancing over my sensitive flesh. When he finally kisses me there, his mouth pressed against my wet folds, I moan so loudly and wantonly that it makes him groan. His lips dance along my center, making heat sear deep in my core, and then his tongue darts out, warm and wet and soft, licking a path from my entrance up to my clit. Oh God I gasp. So. Fucking. Good. His tongue swirls over and around my clit, lapping up my juices, animalistic grunts and growls rumbling from his throat.

Warmth spreads through me as he coaxes wave after wave of pleasure from between my thighs, feasting on me with the skill of one man. There had only ever been one man who had ever made me feel this desperate but there was no way that it could be him under my dress right now. Before I could finish the thought . A familiar pulling sensation in my abdomen and tingling in my thighs builds as he goes on sucking my clit, rimming it with his tongue but concentrating the pressure on one spot. My back arches off the chair and I grind myself against his face.

Oh, fu-oh Matt I whimper. My climax builds to a crescendo. I reach the peak, and he maintains his steady yet relentless pace my hips grinding desperately, I call out Matt’s name not even aware that it’s falling from my lips.Even after my hips still and I'm panting from the strength of my orgasm, he continues to suck and lick, wringing every last drop of pleasure from me.

Blinking, I stare up at the ceiling, my body limp my mind quiet. Who’s Matt? the wolf asked still under my dress lightly kissing my thighs. Who ? I ask not sure that I heard right. Matt the name you moaned as you came on my tongue the Wolf said. Shit, his name didn’t fall from my lips did it, I mean he was who was in my dreams, and who I thought of the most. He’s ummm…..someone that I dated and it ended. It’s been two years, I’m sorry. Two years the wolf said into my thigh and you still scream his name is he who you think of, is it him that you fantasize of little deer. Don’t lie, I can see how your body is responding to the mention of his name. The wolf slides his hand between my thighs palming my pussy, toying with my clit again teasing changing pressure. Yes , it’s Matt, he’s the only one who’s ever made me feel this way until tonight. I’m still the only one who’s ever made you feel this way and I’ll be the only one who ever does the wolf growled. Before I had time to process what he had said two of the Wolfs long thick fingers have delved into me, pumping in and out slowly building me back up, when I feel the tip of his middle finger zero in on my g spot, my orgasm comes fast, quick and more intense than the first. I’m breathless and panting as the wolf removes him self from under my dress.

There in front of me stands Matt Jackson, I’m breathless looking at him. He’s always been perfection his dark hair, and his brown eyes that shined now with a combination of love and lust. Little Deer, he cooed did you think that I didn’t know it was you, this whole time. A little deer yearning for her Buck. He reached and untied my mask lifting it off of my head. He took my hand and brought me to my feet leaning down to kiss my lips, exploring and memorizing my mouth.

Matt, I whispered when the kiss broke I had missed him, my pride having gotten the better of me for the past two years. Matt pulled me into his chest, I’m sorry he whispered, his hands running up and down my back toying with the fastening of the corset. My body was drunk on him, tonight I just needed all he had to give, I didn’t care if it was the beginning or the end. Looking him in his eyes, Matt I need you I said breathless.

He undresses me slowly taking his time as if burning this into his mind I step out of the ball gown. My attention turning to him as I unbutton his shirt, taking it off of his shoulders, I’m almost afraid to touch him that if I do it’ll all have been a dream. Y/N get on the bed, I’ll finish this, I climbed into the plush bed. Watching as he stripped down, freeing his cock he stroked it trying to give himself some relief. The sight of him after so long was better than I had remembered, his strong biceps, his long torso, his hands, and that mouth. Like what you see, he chided, my sweet little deer. He climbed into the bed hovering over me kissing me his lips left mine as he proceeded down my body. Matt, I whined, the man was in no rush, he was taking his time, he came back up my body. I felt like I was going to explode. His hand reaching my folds taking the wetness and sighing rubbing it along his shaft. He’s positioned himself at my entrance he looks me in the eyes as he sinks him self into me slowly giving me time to adjust. Matt, I sigh, my body feeling complete with him inside me. He begins to move slowly at first, and my walls begin to quiver around him. Mine he growls and I clench myself around him echoing his words. I rock my hips to meet him as he pistons his at the change in speed thrusting himself deeper and deeper inside me and making light flicker behind my eyelids. Pleasure coils in my gut, snaking through my thighs and up into my ribcage before bursting out of every single part of my body. I mean, hanging onto him and grinding out my release. I'm unable to catch my breath while he holds me tight, pushing into me until he comes with a harsh grunt of my name. Matt eases out of me and I sigh missing him immediately.

Matt settles us under the covers of the bed, as he pulls me onto his chest. The realization of what has happened and the unknown begins to register. Matt, I whisper emotion dripping from that one word. Sweetheart I know, it’s okay, when I said you were mine I meant it he said stroking my arm. Sleep now, I’ll be here in the morning.

[wildcxrds]

starter for @emeraldxphoenix

In one hour, the Charity Ball within the city would begin and their presence would be expected. After confirming with her oh so handsome date whether they’d be her plus one or not, so began the search for the right dress for the event - something classy. It had been too long since she'd worn dresses like that and yet since Loki's return, she'd already gone through a few (mostly at their behest, but Alex was far from complaining).

Little domestic things like dress shopping was a little change to their routine and it felt oddly... freeing to just go out with Loki in public without fear. Walking hand-in-hand down the street, passing by various clothing shops. Despite the occasional stare of those in the city recognizing Loki, they were left mostly alone, and they finally found the right dress, which was now stretched out along her bed while she was in her slip, making last minute touches to her makeup.

The dress was beautiful: floor length and made of a form fitting silky fabric in a deep emerald green shade, with a slit where her leg could peek out, she also already had a pair of silver heels to match the dress. Beyond the excitement to wear the dress, Alex was also buzzing with a mingle of nervousness and joy to bring Loki to such an event, hoping that they would enjoy themselves.

"Almost ready, amor!" She called, touching up her deep plum lipstick and stood up from the vanity.

[wildcxrds]

"…So how do you feel about surprises?" For Alex

chaotic sentence starters | @emeraldxphoenix

"I love surprises. Especially the gift-giving or party kind." Little brow wiggle. "Why? What're you planning?

[wildcxrds]

Jacob, despite his emotion, recognized the beginning of the panic, in the way their breath hitched, and he reaches for him to be a sense of grounding. How ironic, how Jacob himself, just moments ago felt the very definition of broken after trying to process his grief and now that was all cast aside because he no longer had to grieve -- Loki was alive.

They were embracing, and Jacob felt like a child again, fulfilling something he'd always wished for since he was old enough to understand he missed his father. Jacob cried, sobs hitching his shoulders and he clung. "I'm positive." He assured, confused briefly on who they referred to as 'he', but for now, his role - overwhelmed as he felt - was to center Loki. "We're safe. It's just-- just us h-here. M-Mum is h-home. I was b-by myself t-t-traveling." He was snotty, tearful, barely able to compose himself but so intent on his words to help his father feel safe.

"We're okay. We're okay. You're here..." He wanted his mum to know right away. She needed to know, they needed to get home somehow-- he could call Kori--

But Loki looked a mess - they needed to sit somewhere, eat, have water and some rest before attempting another reunion. "D-Dad-- let's-- you should have s-some water--"

Nothing responds to their shouts. No nightmarish creature emerges from hiding, smugly satisfied and grinning, delighted that their living bait has worked. Nothing but normal sounds of the forest. The god frowns, fearful anticipation pooling in emerald eyes. What more do they want of them? Have they not surrendered? Have they not admitted defeat? What possible reason could their pursuers have for further delay? This doesn’t make sense.

Fingers tightening around theirs shift the trickster’s focus back to Jacob. He stands before them, clearly fearful, obviously confused, tears spilling down his cheeks. All for them. Is he really that pleased to see his absent father? Were it almost anyone else Loki would call bullshit, claim that no-one could still care after all this time, after all they’ve done, but Jacob always was a tender-hearted boy. So like his mother. It would be exactly like him to be pleased to see his failure of a father. Perhaps this isn’t an illusion after all.

“Safe.” Parsing out words from their jumbled thoughts is hard, so for now they borrow Jacob’s. “Safe, you’re safe. You came out here on your own. I–” A great shuddery inhale, the all-too-familiar beginnings of a panic attack. “I’m alive. I’m– I’m alive.” Strictly speaking the statement is correct, but the god hasn’t felt alive since that first moment Sanctuary materialised into view; unlike their brother they had known what the sight meant, and had counted themselves as living on stolen time ever since. If Thanos ever discovers the deception they pulled, Loki will no doubt wish they had never been born. 

Abruptly, the trickster tightens their grip on Jacob’s hands and pulls him into an embrace, encompassing his shoulders with their free arm and burying their face into their son’s hair beside his left ear. Clarity slowly begins to seep in. “I don’t— I didn’t— I— I don’t know how I got here… I don’t know how long it’s been… I don’t know if I’ve been followed…” Arm grasps tighter. “Are you sure you’re safe? If he finds me— What about your mother? Is she here?”

[wildcxrds]

Her stomach jolted when she saw Loki give pause, and a familiar fear takes a hold of her insides. A dread fearing that she'd just leapt miles beyond the boundaries of their current relationship, like some poor fool proposing on the first date sort of deal. Her breath caught in her chest, searching her face for... some sort of give. She wanted vulnerability at their pace, without rushing it, but Alex may have just as well stumbled four feet deep in without warning.

But Alex isn't the meek, silly little human from years ago. She was sure in her feelings, the ones that ran deep in her veins after being dormant for so long before their return. A love returned and restrengthened, hopeful that maybe, in time, as much as they needed, they could have their future together.

Eyes fluttered half shut, a nervous and fluttering warmth around her heart as they closed the distance, the flutter intensifying as their lips met, and she quenched the disappointment that rose. There was no expectancy that this soon into their reunion, though it's been a handful of weeks now, they'd return those words.. Loki and Alex, prior to that, had been apart for so long. A lot has changed, and so have they. But, despite that, Alex was sure she wanted her to know just how her heart remained with them now, beyond sexual antics and little domestic moments.

The kiss returned as her slender arms slipped around Loki, the smallest, shaky exhale whispering through her nose.

@wildcxrds' Alex said: "I love you"

The god halts in her tracks, fingers skidding to a stop as they skitter over her lover’s shoulder. I love you. It’s not a surprise, really; Loki has always known that Alex’s feelings run deeper than merely physical attraction, but love feels like maybe a step too far. I love you. And now, of course, the god is forced to confront her own feelings towards the other woman: attracted but unreliable, caring but… avoidant. She would have been content leaving things undefined between them, perhaps forever, but not everyone is as comfortable with ambiguity as she is. And now she has to answer for that.

Loki could brush it off, turn the conversation into a tease or an innuendo – and years ago she would have done so without hesitation – but things are different now, she is different now. To respond like that would be to completely undermine Alex’s feelings, and whatever their relationship has become. The god is no longer so careless as to do that without a second thought.

Instead she resumes the movements of her fingertips across bare skin, softly hooking around her lover’s dark hair and tucking it gently to the side. Head dips, leaning closer to the witch to murmur, in a tone as close to loving as they can manage, in her ear: “I know you do, darling.” Then Loki presses her lips to Alex’s own.

[wildcxrds]

She didn’t touch any of the gifts immediately, as if afraid - as if they were too fragile to even be looked upon. In reality, she was overcome with the gesture. Finally, the tips of her fingers brushed the pot and it glowed faintly, lifting into the air to hover near her while she turned her attention to the pendant. There was a small history to it, she assumed, yet it was pristine.

A bright tinge of gold happily shone in her deep brown eyes as they raised to look at them, turning lightly on her heel to face them. “I love it.” She uttered with the sincere adoring joy wrapping her words. Her face was a pleasant shade of pink and if her smile stretched any bigger, she’d tear her face.

“I didn’t know you remembered my birthday… who told you about it, hmm?” A half-joking tone as she cradled the golden chain so carefully on her palms.

Almost as if on cue, the front door clicked unlocked from the entrance area and creaked ajar, with Jacob’s familiar voice half-whispering, “Mum! You awake?” Punctuality to Jacob meant always arriving at least an hour early.

They soften at the gentleness of her touch, absentminded fingers trailing from arm to hip as she passes by. They aren't frequently on the receiving end of such touches, haven't been in a long while. For the briefest of moments, they feel like they belong.

But then they're distracted by Alex's delight at the first parts of her birthday gifts, alert green eyes tracing each emotion that crosses her face. The god can't help but smile at the way she speaks their name; something warm settles deep within their chest at the sound.

"I was informed that gifts are traditional when celebrating the anniversary of your birth... I hope you like them." In truth, they had been an entirely impulsive decision. Loki had intended to gift cut flowers, but each collection of petals had felt simply wrong - until their eyes had landed on the small plant and they realised that living flowers would be a better gift. The pendant, of course, had been swiped from an antiques shop many years ago, on a world far from this, polished and hidden in their pocket dimension until they had need of it. They are glad they held on to it until now.

[wildcxrds]

The robe slid over her skin, and she immediately felt lavish. Pampered. Over the moon. Waking on her birthday years prior were nice, being greeted with phone calls and a nice breakfast with her son. Waking on her birthday today was such an incredibly different affair. In Loki's arms, with their daily morning tryst, heart warm and fuller than it had been the last few years.

She tightened it around her waist to make sure it wouldn't accidentally slip open, and she caught their excitement, following their guidance with quick little tip-toed steps along the carpeted bedroom floor. Her hand, in passing, trailed their arm to their hip before traipsing downstairs.

The immediate sight of the bush and the pendant gave her pause, making her gasp softly. "Oh... Loki!" An awed, emotional whisper, and she approached the table with hands gently hovering toward the gifts.

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A smirk, half at the situation, half at the cute little eyebrow wiggle Alex offers them. Does she know they know it’s her birthday? Hard to tell. Jacob had told them a few weeks back, had explained the normal celebration of Midgardian anniversaries of birth and hinted, pretty unsubtly, that his mother would appreciate the day being recognised. And when has Loki ever been one to disappoint when it comes to gift-giving?

“Now that would be telling, my little witch.” An elegant finger fondly curls a lock of her hair around it. “And telling would mean it isn’t a surprise.”

[wildcxrds]

Yeah, it had to be for her birthday. She felt a simmering excitement in her chest, jostled by the flutter swarming her rib cage as a warmth was left behind from his kiss. She figured they wouldn’t relent so easily, and she partly banked on that, watching them rise out of bed. Her legs still felt a touch sore from the morning. But her excitement for the gift would occlude that, watching the fabric manifest over their form.

“Do you really think I’d say no to that?” She replied, using one hand to toss the bedsheets off her and the other to gently receive the robe. “This is beautiful..”

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A smirk, half at the situation, half at the cute little eyebrow wiggle Alex offers them. Does she know they know it’s her birthday? Hard to tell. Jacob had told them a few weeks back, had explained the normal celebration of Midgardian anniversaries of birth and hinted, pretty unsubtly, that his mother would appreciate the day being recognised. And when has Loki ever been one to disappoint when it comes to gift-giving?

“Now that would be telling, my little witch.” An elegant finger fondly curls a lock of her hair around it. “And telling would mean it isn’t a surprise.”

[wildcxrds]

The nickname immediately draws her lips into a beaming grin, propping her head up on one arm as she turned to face them. “Aw, is there… no way at all I could try and convince you?” Her fingers gently walked up their chest coyly; really, Alex had no genuine intention on ruining whatever it was Loki had planned.

But she was partly curious if this was just another out of the blue gift or if this was specifically aligning with the fact that it was her birthday… they hadn’t outright wished her happy birthday so it could be a coincidence but it was too much of a coincidence.

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A smirk, half at the situation, half at the cute little eyebrow wiggle Alex offers them. Does she know they know it’s her birthday? Hard to tell. Jacob had told them a few weeks back, had explained the normal celebration of Midgardian anniversaries of birth and hinted, pretty unsubtly, that his mother would appreciate the day being recognised. And when has Loki ever been one to disappoint when it comes to gift-giving?

“Now that would be telling, my little witch.” An elegant finger fondly curls a lock of her hair around it. “And telling would mean it isn’t a surprise.”