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I know Katie Mcgrath is like the most accepted fan cast for Lady Loki (I think?) but may I propose,, Phoebe Waller-Bridge as Loki

[lokifys]

i fear i need a good complex written character of loki in smut or else i wont fully enjoy it.

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Who Did This To You? Dark Ending

I'm going to ruin part one for you, you're welcome ;)

Here's your final warning! This part contains dub-con/non-con at the end, so you can avoid if you'd like.

18+ only, MDNI.

There is also a happy ending version to this story! You can check out the link below xx

Part 1 // Alternative Fluffy Ending // Read on Ao3

It wasn't an easy thing, doing what Loki did. He didn't like seeing the hurt in your eyes or the way you shook with fear. But you weren't seeing clearly on your own, so he would have to make you.

Loki couldn't remember when it had started, it had happened so naturally. 

He had always admired your spirit, your wildness and your sweetness, your biting tongue. You looked at him differently to Thor. Most people wouldn't have noticed how the smiles you gave Loki were always brighter, how easy it was between you.

And sure you would both argue and lash out, but that's what made you special. You saw Loki for who he really was, and you loved him.

You loved Loki as more than a friend, he knew, you just hadn't realised it yet.

 He would help you realise.

He loved you too, and he was tired of waiting on the sidelines. Your mothers had always noticed your closeness, and they were wise women. Loki couldn't understand why you always dismissed their comments.

He'd planned to ease you into it. 

One afternoon as you'd been riding, he'd raced ahead to a secluded lake. You'd followed, of course, laughing as you caught up with him.

"It's not a fair race if you just charge ahead without warning!"

Your laugh fizzled as you took in the sunlight dancing through the trees, the soft mossy stones around the shimmering pool of water. 

"Oh."

Loki had said nothing, dismounting from his horse and coming over to you, lifting you down. His hands lingered a breath too long on your waist.

You didn't notice, already toeing off your boots and rolling down your stockings, your bare legs peeking out from under your skirt. You dipped your feet into the water, titling your head up to the sky and breathing in the sunlight.

Loki hovered behind you, taking in your beauty. You squinted back at him. "Why are you just standing there?"

"You look exquisite, darling."

You snorted, laughing him off and turning away. "Don't make fun of me."

"I'm not." Loki took a step closer to you. 

You watched him from the corner of your eye before swooping your hand down into the water and splashing it at him. He turned away with a chuckle and you laughed with him, your hand covering your mouth as water dripped from your fingers onto your chest, the droplets glistening as they pooled between your breasts.

You stepped back onto the river bank and dried your toes on the grass. "We should head back."

"I thought we could stop and eat." 

You bent down to pull your stockings back on. "I can't. Mother wants me back early so we can look through my summer wardrobe before dinner."

"Can your fashion show not wait until tomorrow?" Loki rolled his eyes.

"Not unless you want me to miss the medal ceremony tomorrow."

Loki scoffed. "We've both seen my brother receive plenty of medals. One won't go amiss."

"I'm not arguing about this Loki." You said, slipping on your boots. "Come on, let's go."

His next opportunity had gone similarly.

Loki had been summoned to Thor's chambers late one evening, and arrived to the sound of raucous laughter.

"Brother!" Thor had stood quickly, his tankard spilling over onto the floor.

You smiled brightly at Loki and stood, dipping into an absurdly low curtsey. "My Prince!"

Loki caught you before you stumbled over, smirking. "Have you gotten the Lady drunk, brother?" He didn't look away from your bright eyes as he addressed Thor.

"Join us!" You held on tight to Loki's arm, pulling him down onto the couch. You poured him a goblet of wine.

He couldn't say no to you. Not when you were smiling so happily at him.

Loki’s anticipation grew all night as you drank, poking at him and laughing the hours away. He wanted to touch you so badly, to pull you away from Thor and kiss you.

But by the time you had all slowed down, you were far too drunk to confess your love.

He had concealed you both as you walked back to your rooms, and you gripped his hand tightly as you said good night. "You can be a lot of fun sometimes, Loki."

You were gazing up at him so warmly, it was all he could do not to pull you into his arms. "I can be any kind of fun you'd like, darling." He said lowly.

You'd smacked his chest and laughed. "Don't be obscene." 

The final straw had been just before Loki had left for their most recent battle.

He'd entered the library just as your mother was leaving.

"It's not as if I'm old, mother!"

"Well you're certainly not getting any younger!" Your mother whisper-shouted. "One of these days the Queen will marry off her sons and your prospects will wither very quickly!"

When Loki turned into your alcove you were frowning at the fireplace. "Don't be nosy, Loki."

He said nothing, sitting opposite you and crossing his ankles.

"And don't be quiet either. It's unnerving."

He held his hands up in surrender. "I look forward your's and Thor's wedding invitation."

You threw a book at him and he caught it. "I'm not in the mood."

"Would being a Princess really be so awful, Y/N?"

"Would being less of an arse really be so difficult, your highness?"

"Watch your mouth, darling." 

You frowned, but didn't apologise.

He would show you what you were missing whilst you were refusing to acknowledge your feelings. He would treat you like a princess. But first, you needed to realise what you wanted.

He would help you.

—-

The guards had been reluctant at first, but were quick to be won over by Loki's generous offer.

He had concealed himself as they waited, talking it over.

"Sounds too good to be true, doesn't it?" Erik had clapped his friend on the shoulder. "We get to fuck a Lady of the Court, and get paid for it." He shook his head in amazement.

"We should flip for who gets to take her first."

Loki was disgusted by these weak, little men. But he wouldn't let you get hurt, not truly. He was doing this for your benefit, after all. It would all work out for you in the end, when you finally got the love you deserved.

It broke his heart to see your frantic struggling, your tear-stained face as you shook with fear between these men. He would kill them for touching you anyway, but when he saw them press the blade to your skin he almost killed them right then and there.

But you were strong, and you were feisty, and once Loki had distracted them you were quick to get away.

It was hard for him to let you out of his arms, but he knew he needed to be patient as you bathed and slept. He knew you needed just a little while longer to give into your need for him.

Loki had hoped you wouldn't find out about the guards' deaths so soon, and it was hard to compose himself when you were so small in front of him.

"No one will ever hurt you again, my love."

He meant every word.

—--

My love.

The endearment lingered in your mind as you struggled to eat. You felt sick from the night before, and you were full of a new kind of nervousness. Loki had never called you that before, and why would he? You were nothing but a sarcastic ‘darling’ to him.

Things between you had changed quickly, but you knew it would feel easier if you could stop your racing thoughts for just a moment. 

The Prince was no help to your predicament. He had buttered your toast for you, for God’s sake. Since when had he ever buttered your toast?

Perhaps it shouldn’t have been as irritating as it was. It was a nice gesture, one that warmed your heart and spurred on the butterflies you had felt as you lay on his chest the night before. But you shouldn’t be having butterflies, should you? This was Loki. You may have had your fair share of sweet moments, but you’d had more than your fair share of bickering and teasing and winding each other up.

Your brother had come to the palace for the summer, on a break from school. Thor had been doing his best to make him feel welcome in your gang, and Loki… Well he was being Loki. 

He didn’t like not having your attention. 

Thor and Aksel had been gathering wood for a mini bonfire, and trying to show off who could lift the heaviest logs. You were pretty sure Thor was letting Aksel win. 

As you were distracted watching Thor and Aksel trying to throw logs further than each other and cheering them on, a snake slithered its way across the grass to you, and you screamed, rushing to your feet. 

“Loki!”

The Prince simply laughed, lounging back on the blanket as the snake wound its way up Aksel’s leg. Your brother yelled, kicking it off until it fizzled away in a green shimmer.

“What the hell, Loki?” You kicked him in the leg.

He rolled his eyes. “Don’t be such a spoilsport. It’s only a bit of fun. And don’t kick me either.” He kicked you back.

You reached down and tried to push him over, but he batted you away. Not deterred, you crouched down to get closer, but he knocked against your leg and you fell back on your bum. You huffed, reaching out a leg to kick him again.

“Don’t kick me!” Loki got up onto his knees and pushed you down.

“Well you shouldn’t use magic to scare people!”

You grappled with him, pinching him in the ribs until he yelled in pain and you got leverage to push him over. You sat on top of him, jabbing him in the chest.

Thor and Aksel watched as you bickered and fought, the latter more concerned than his Prince. 

“Are they always like this?”

You felt like you should be as stubborn as you always were and smack his hand away from your toast, and it was a tad unnerving that instead you felt yourself fighting off a blush. 

He’d suggested a walk in the gardens as the weather was so nice. At least in public you could keep your distance.

It was just your luck that you found them practically empty. 

You walked with Loki in silence for a while, trailing your fingers along the flowers and leaves. It was only when Loki stopped beneath a tree that you realised you hadn’t seen anyone else in a while. He tugged your arm and you looked back.

His gaze was intense as he pulled you to him slowly. You held your breath as you moved into his space, your hands coming up against his chest as you breathed in the earthy scent of him. His body was warm and solid beneath your touch.

His eyes held yours as he lifted a hand to touch your face, the other wrapping around your waist. You couldn’t help but lean into his touch, closing your eyes as your heart raced. “Loki..I-”

“I know,” he said quietly, “But I know you feel it too.”

You turned away out of his touch. This was going too quickly, wasn’t it? Too much, too fast, too intimate. “I don’t know-”

His grip tightened on your waist, and he tilted your head back towards him. “I know, I know. It’s new and it's different, but we can take it slow,” he whispered, “I don’t want to lose this, darling.” His eyes flashed quickly with something, but then he was smiling. “We’ll take it slow.”

You found his words surprisingly reassuring. This was new to him too, and yet he could still feel what you felt, this newfound need to be closer.

You touched his wrist lightly, nudging his hand away from your face. “Okay. We’ll take it slow.” You pulled out of his arms, but came beside him and placed your hand in the crook of his elbow. He looked down at you with a warm smile and your heart skipped a beat. You could get used to that.

The next week followed quicker than you thought possible. It had only been five days when Thor pulled you to the side of a ball. 

“Take a walk with me, Y/N. I’d rather be out of earshot when Syf tells the new ambassador all about our next excursion.” He grimaced and winked at you, gesturing to the doors out onto the patio.

You glanced briefly at where Loki was standing talking to the Queen, and then followed Thor outside. The cool summer breeze was refreshing and you sipped your wine as Thor leant against the railing. 

“It seems I’ve lost my chance, Y/N. My brother has already won your affections.” He smirked at you and you rolled your eyes.

“He hasn’t won anything. You know I love you both.”

Thor hummed. “Something has changed between the two of you.”

Loki had found the way back to that beautiful clearing from before, and this time you’d brought a picnic.

He lay the blanket down on the soft grass for you and you made yourself comfortable as he unpacked the food and champagne.

You poured two glasses and passed him one. “To you, my Prince.” You raised your glass.

“To me?”

“To you. You saved me.” You couldn’t hold his gaze as you spoke, looking down.

Loki put his glass down, sitting up onto his knees and taking your chin in his hand, making you look at him. “I’ll always protect you, darling.”

After you’d eaten you found yourself tired. You didn’t let yourself stop to second guess your actions as you lay down, resting your head on Loki’s lap. He threaded his hands through your hair, kneading your scalp.

“Better?” 

You hummed, closing your eyes and basking in the feeling of the sunshine on your face and his fingers on your skin.

You came to stand beside Thor, gazing out into the shadowy gardens. “It’s still very new.”

“Loki’s always had a soft spot for you. We both have.” He shakes his head. “But the way he’s been looking at you this evening, I’ve never seen him look like that before.”

You swallow hard, not sure what to say.

“If he ever hurts you, Y/N-”

“He won’t. You know he wouldn’t.”

Thor sighed. “I know. But he’s still a man. We are foolish creatures.” He nudged your shoulder with his. “I know you can hold your own against him, Y/N, but I’ll always be there for you when he inevitably messes things up.”

“You underestimate him.”

“You overestimate him.”

—

You were sat on the couch in your rooms, your legs up on Loki’s lap. He was tracing light circles on your ankle as you both read. You were absorbed in your book, leaning back against the pillows. 

Loki silently traced his fingertips higher up your calf, and you were too distracted to notice. It wasn’t until Loki gently lifted your skirts higher that you were pulled out of your daze, and you looked at him over your book. You nudged him with your other foot. “Oi. Watch how high you’re going, your highness.”

He put his book down, holding your gaze as he trailed his hand higher, until his fingers grazed your knee. You shivered, squeezing your thighs together to stop his hand going higher. “Loki…”

He moved quickly, keeping his hand on your knee, your skirts lifted, as he crawled over you. He propped himself up above you, his face inches away from yours.

Your heart felt like it would beat out of your chest. Loki’s eyes were dark with lust as he held your gaze. His fingers trailed ever so slightly higher. “My love…” he murmured, leaning in close. You turned your head away, his lips touching your neck.

He growled as he breathed you in, his grip tightening on your thigh. You gasped, grabbing his shoulders and pushing him away.

He stood quickly, his back to you, his shoulders heaving. You pulled down your skirt, sitting up properly. “Loki?”

“Patient. So fucking patient.” He seethed.

Your heart beat rapidly in your chest, your stomach twisting in knots. You didn’t say anything.

“I feel as if I might go mad, Y/N. Do you understand what you’re doing to me?” He turned back to you, his fists clenched.

“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t-”

“It's fine.” He uncurled his fists. “It’s fine.” He sighed. “I can be patient, darling.”

You didn’t know why you were so scared for things to go further. Maybe it was the finality of it. Loki was your friend, and once you crossed that line, there was no going back. You didn’t want to upset him, either way. 

You stood, walking over to him and taking his hand. “Are you sure you want this?”

“I’ve never been more sure in my life.”

You couldn’t imagine the whirlwind of emotions Loki had been through. You felt dizzy from how quickly things had changed, and he was already a step ahead of you. 

You’d always been competitive. You weren’t going to be the one to back down now.

You came closer to him, placing your hand on his cheek. He was just as handsome as ever, and for once you let yourself linger on it. His cool green eyes, his sharp jaw, his dark hair, his soft lips…

You lifted onto your toes, closing your eyes as you leaned in. He met you halfway. The kiss was warm, and firm and…electrifying. You were melting into it as his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you against him. You gasped into his mouth and he groaned, kissing you hungrily. A moment longer, and you pulled away to catch your breath, your cheeks hot. You looked at each other, flustered, and giggled. 

Loki chuckled with you, squeezing your waist. “Not bad, darling.”

“Not bad yourself.”

—

Things had been going too well. Of course they had.

Loki couldn't get enough of you. It was like there was a countdown on how long he could go without touching you. 

He pulled you into an alcove on your way to the library, just to press you against the wall and kiss you hard. He pinned you there with his body and took his time tasting you. When he finally let go, you were both out of breath. “I’ll walk you down.”

He blocked the door when it was time for you to take tea with your mother, pulling you in by your waist and pressing his lips against yours. You found your annoyance draining when he was pulling your hair and kissing you hotly. It was like he was a drug, and the second you were offered a taste you couldn’t get enough. Your heart hammered anytime he touched you.

By the time you’d managed to make it to tea your lips were red and puffy, and you barely remembered to straighten your dress before your mother saw you.

You stood over Loki, arms crossed. “It’s late.”

He pulled your arms away from your chest and pulled you down onto his lap. “I’m a night owl,” he murmured into your neck.

“I’m tired, Loki.”

“You can sleep here.”

He was so hard to resist. It was another twenty minutes before he left.

You were soon to be smitten, you were sure, but Loki was Loki, and you were you. It was only a matter of time before you butted heads. 

Your brother had arrived at the palace as a surprise for your birthday. You were just smiling at Loki from down the hallway when you heard footsteps and felt a pinch at your waist. You jumped with a gasp, turning to see Aksel and pulling him in for a hug as you squealed.

“Brother!” You smiled. “It’s been so long!”

“It really has,” he agreed.

You hugged him again, beyond ecstatic. The last time you had seen him had been at your coming of age.

“I’m here for your birthday, Y/N. My boy is old enough now that I don’t have to worry about leaving his mother, so I thought I’d come down as a surprise.”

“Oh, how are they?” You linked your arm in his, immediately thinking of your sister and nephew. “I need to come down now they are well. I’ve yet to-”

Loki cleared his throat behind you. “Aksel. It’s been too long.”

“Your highness.” Your brother bowed. His years away from the palace at a prestigious school meant her was nowhere near as close to the princes as you were.

You watched as Loki’s gaze flicked down to your joined arms. “How have you been? I imagine you must be tired from travelling.”

“It is what it is.” Your brother chuckled. “I’m just happy to see everyone again.”

“Still.” Loki looked up at your brother, his gaze dark, “You should rest. Best to catch up when you’ve got a clear head.”

You glared at Loki as your brother smiled awkwardly. “You’re probably right, your highness.” Aksel kissed your cheek. “We’ll talk later, Y/N.” 

And with that, Loki had driven him away. You glared at him before marching off. 

“Where are you going?” Loki’s long legs kept up with you easily.

“Away from you, you arse.” You kept your gaze firmly ahead.

“What have I done?” He scoffs.

“What have you done?!” You struggled to keep your voice lower than a scream. 

“Yes, what have I done that has upset you so?” His hand reached out to touch your arm.

You stopped, glancing around to check that you were alone. Then you shoved him hard in the chest. “What is wrong with you!” You shoved him again. “That is my brother you sent away. My brother, whom I have not seen in years!”

Loki grabbed your wrists to hold you still. “You’re overreacting.”

“I’m overreacting? You’re the one who, what? Was jealous of my brother?” You pulled your arms away. “You’re a rude, entitled, jealous little boy!”

“Darling, I-”

“Give me some space, Loki, please.” 

—

You’d managed to catch up with Aksel after dinner, and he had wished you a happy birthday the morning after. 

By the time Loki came to your chambers that afternoon, you’d forgotten your anger.

“I’ve got a surprise for you.”

You giggled, pulling him along and sitting him down on the couch. “Give it to me!”

“So impatient, darling,” Loki tsked, but revealed the gifts anyway. A large ornate trunk sat in front of you, a smaller velvet box beside it. You opened the trunk first, pulling out one of the most gorgeous gowns you’d ever seen. 

It was a deep forest green satin, with the bodice embroidered with tiny green jewels, a sweetheart neckline and off the shoulder bishop sleeves. It was elegant, luxurious, and beautiful. 

“Oh, Loki!” You gasped, turning to him. You saw that he had changed his clothes; he was now wearing a suit that matched the dress perfectly.

Your stomach dropped. He wanted to announce it tonight. 

The dress dropped from your grasp. “I can’t.”

“You can.” He took your hands in his. “I don’t want to keep us a secret anymore.”

You pulled away. “It’s only been a few weeks, Loki.” You bit your lip. “I’m not ready.”

“You love me, don’t you?” 

You stammered, your stomach dropping. You hadn’t stopped to think about it.

“I love you.” Loki said quietly. “Let me show everyone how much I love you.”

It felt off. It was too quick. You’d always been scared of marriage, and announcing your courting of one of the Princes? There was only one thing that the future held if you did that.

Loki took your face in his hands, kissing your forehead. “Don’t worry about it darling. I’ve always got you.”

—

Loki had left an hour ago already. You needed to summon your maids and get ready, but you couldn’t move from the edge of the bed. You’d been staring at the dress for what felt like weeks. 

You didn’t know what to do; you needed advice. Thor wasn’t particularly known for his good advice, but he was the only other person who knew about you and Loki. 

Thor it was.

You hurried to his quarters, aware of the time. He was going to walk you down to dinner as he always did, so hopefully he would be there. The guards knew this too, as they let you pass without asking.

When you entered his chambers, however, it wasn’t Thor’s voice that greeted you. 

“Well, she’ll have to.” 

It was Loki.

“Is that so? Since when have you ever known Y/N to do as she was meant to.” There was a pause. “You’ll have to stir in your angst a little longer, brother. I’ll be the first to see her decision.”

“I should be the one walking her down. She’s mine now.”

Thor let out a loud laugh. “More fool you if you think she’ll ever be owned, Loki.”

You couldn’t listen to a moment more of their bickering. You fled back to your rooms. Thor was right, Loki could sod right off if he thought he could boss you about.

You slammed the lid to the trunk shut, kicking it away. What an arrogant son of a bitch. If he thought he suddenly owned you, he was wrong. He didn’t have some kind of claim on you. You’d been foolish to entertain this blissful, touch-starved coupling. This was Loki. He was an arse.

You paced as you seethed, until your eyes landed on the long velvet box that Loki had brought. You hadn’t opened it yet. 

You lifted it up to the candlelight. Inside was a necklace worth more than your entire dowry. Three strings of pearls made a choker, which in the centre shone a large teardrop white diamond, with two smaller, more ornate white diamonds strung beneath it. It was breathtaking. 

Just because Loki was an arse, it didn’t mean you had to discard both of his gifts, did it?

—

Thor had greeted you cheerily, praising your beauty before walking you down. The banquet was as incredible as always, but you found yourself struggling to ignore the God beside you. 

Loki leant to whisper in your ear, “That necklace looks devine on you, darling.”

You lifted your cup to your lips, ignoring him. You could feel his gaze on you, burning your skin. It was too warm. 

Loki waved a servant over to fill your goblet, raising his own to his lips. When the servant moved away, he was quick to press into your personal space as he put down his cup. “What have I done to earn your scorn, my love?”

You grit your teeth, trying to contain your anger. You pushed back your chair and grabbed your glass of wine, storming away as well as you could in a floor length gown and heavy jewels.

Your mother caught you as you walked towards the doors into the garden, tears in her eyes. She pulled you into a tight hug and held on for a long moment. “Oh, my darling girl!”

She pulled back and held your hand tightly, smiling. “I know I always said this would happen, but I am so happy for you, my little girl.” She lifted her other hand to touch your necklace. “It looks so beautiful on you.”

“May I steal your daughter, Lady L/N?” The Queen appeared at your mother’s shoulder. You turned your confused gaze and dipped into a curtsey.

“Of course, of course!” Your mother beamed.

Queen Frigga smiled at you, gesturing towards the doors. “Come. Take the air with me, Lady Y/N.”

You followed the Queen silently, your head reeling. Why in the world was your mother so emotional? She normally kept her calm so easily.

The Queen looked over the dark gardens as you waited for her to speak. 

“One of my maids informed me yesterday that one of my necklaces had been taken.” She looked over at you. “Now I see where it went. Loki has always been sentimental.”

You touched the necklace gently, your heart racing as you bowed your head. “My apologies, your Majesty. I had no idea-”

Frigga smiled softly, tilting your chin up. “It’s quite alright. It needed an excuse to be worn again.”

“Really? It’s so beautiful, I can’t imagine why you wouldn’t wear it.”

“It is, isn’t it? The King gave it to me as an engagement gift.” She smiled fondly. “Perhaps you will have a daughter who can wear it for hers.”

Your stomach dropped like a lead weight. “Excuse me?”

“I don’t suppose you’ve had time to think about it, but I think a spring wedding would be wonderful. Just enough time for it too.”

You were going to kill him. You were going to smack him right in his smug face. That sneaky,manipulative bastard.

You didn’t look at the Queen, your vision blurry as you turned back to the palace. “Please excuse me, your Majesty.”

You walked away quickly, lifting your goblet to your lips and swallowing the burn from the liquid as you downed it in its entirety. Dizziness washed over you briefly, but you pushed past it.

You wondered what you looked like, gaze staring off into the distance as you swept through the banquet hall and up through the Palace. Loki’s voice called for you as your fingers touched the doorknob to your rooms. 

You stormed through, your fingers fiddling with the clasp on the necklace. Loki followed you in, shutting the door as you pulled it from your neck. You kept going through the room, into your bed chamber, throwing it onto the floor.

The second it had gone from your grasp you rounded quickly on Loki, your palm connecting with his cheek with a satisfying CRACK. 

“You do not own me!” You screamed.

You panted as you watched him watch you, his eyes dark and stormy. 

“I will soon,” he said lowly.

Your head felt heavy as you shook it, feeling unsteady on your feet. “I can’t do it, Loki.”

“Yes you can.” He came towards you and you backed away, but stumbled. He caught you and pulled you flush against him. “I’ll be so good to you, my love.”

You could barely hear him, your head fuzzy. “I don’t- I can’t-”

He hummed. “Yes, I should have probably stopped you when I realised that you had taken my goblet.” He lowered his voice. “But I wanted to see what would happen.”

His breath whispered against your lips and you closed your eyes, leaning against him for support. He kissed you gently, and you moaned, trying to push him away. You couldn’t do this anymore.

But he only kissed you harder, pulling your hair. 

“Let me be good to you.” He groaned, walking you backwards towards the bed. 

You only realised what was happening when the back of your legs hit the bed and you fell backwards. Your heart raced frantically. Loki had never done more than kiss you.

Your eyes flung open and you tried to sit up, but Loki drove his knee between your thighs, keeping you there. “Loki..I don't-”

He ripped your dress open and you gasped, watching as he magicked his dagger and cut open your corset. He pressed his lips to your neck, nipping lightly as he positioned himself over your body, which was now only covered by a thin underdress.

He shushed you, pecking along your jawline. “It’s okay, I’ve got you.” He kissed you hard. “Let yourself go.” 

Loki was warm and solid on top of you, his lips burning into you as your nipples hardened. He pushed one large hand under your dress, groping your thighs. It was too much, all at once.

You moaned in shock as he slipped a finger through your folds. 

“That’s it,” Loki cooed, pressing his face into your neck as you squirmed. He rubbed your clit gently and you couldn’t help but buck under his touch. 

You couldn’t think straight, your anger subsiding as your body gave in to your wants, head still dizzy from the godly liquor. But still, once this was done, it couldn’t be undone. You couldn’t un-give yourself to him.

He pushed his fingers further in, until one edged inside of you. You gripped his arm tightly, trying to push it away as he groaned. “So wet, darling.”

Loki fingered you, your body tense at the unfamiliar feeling. He kept going as you began to moan, his other hand squeezing your breast. “Good girl.”

The words did something to you and you gasped, writhing against his hand. He covered his mouth with yours, kissing you hotly. It was so much, he was everywhere, so much bigger than you, you were so completely at his mercy. There was no stopping this.

Loki growled, lifting himself up on his knees, and magicking away both of your clothes. You tried to cover yourself, taking in his very large, very hard, cock.

“I can’t do this.” Tears pricked at your eyes, overwhelmed with what was about to happen. He was so big.

“Yes you can, my love. I’ve got you.” Loki positioned himself between your legs and rubbed the angry red tip of his cock against your folds, moaning at the sight. He brought his hand back to your heat, pushing two fingers in this time. You grabbed his wrist, to push it away or just to hold onto something, you didn’t know. 

His other hand grabbed your wrists, pinning them above your head as he held himself above you, taking in the sight of his fingers fucking you, your breasts. “You’re so beautiful.” He murmured, pressing his forehead against yours. You moaned loudly as his fingers speed up, the sound of your wet cunt filling your ears. “That’s it, good girl.”

He removed his fingers, spreading your juices on his cock and then pushing it through your folds. 

“Loki..”

“It’s okay, my love.” He whispered, holding your gaze as he slowly pushed his cock into you. He stretched you, the pain mixing with your pleasure.

He slowly built up the pace, rocking into you as he bit your neck, his breath in your ear. “You’re so fucking perfect, my darling.”

The words sent a shock of pleasure through you as you adjusted to his size, his thrusts coming faster. You moaned, pulling him against you and knotting your hands in his hair as he fucked you.

“Fuck, that’s it.”

His praise, his hips snapping hard against yours, the feeling of him pressed against you from tip to toe, it was all building, and building, and building. 

Your moans grew louder as your back arched, your pleasure reaching a peak. 

And then the bastard slowed down. 

“Not yet, darling.” Loki whispered, pushing himself up as he slowed his pace. You fell back from the edge, whining. 

He rubbed your clit as he fucked you, increasing his pace for a few moments and watching as your eyes rolled back in your head. “Good girl.”

You keened at his praise, all your muscles tensing for release, before he slowed down again. He leant down until his face was inches away, looking at your lips as he spoke: “You can cum when you ask nicely.”

You glared at him, digging your nails into his skin. But he just thrust slow and hard, and you had to squeeze your eyes shut. You moaned and he lifted back up, rubbing your clit again. You arched your back and he drank you in, lost to him.

“Tell me how badly you need to cum, darling.” His thrusts sped up once again, his fingers digging into your hips.

You couldn’t think, at all. The only thing in your mind was a need for release, a need to come undone in his arms. “Please…” 

“Please what, sweetheart,” Loki grunted as he fucked you, hard, fast.

“Please can I cum?” You cried. It was right there, right there, right there-

“Cum for me, my love.”

You fell over the edge with a scream, digging your nails into his arms, as you convulsed. He took you through it, not slowing down.

“That’s it, darling, you’re squeezing me so hard.”

Loki fell down over you, putting his arms under your shoulders as you gripped onto his back. You felt like he would break you, his hips snapping against yours. It was too much… too much… too sensitive…too hard…too much-

Oh, god. You were going to cum again. Loki could feel it too.

“My perfect girl, you’re going to make me cum.”

You were lost in the feeling, unable to think a single thought as you began to beg. “Please… please… please…”

Loki came with an animalistic growl, at the same moment you came undone a second time, his hand behind your head as he pressed you to him. 

You shook in his arms and he shushed you. “It’s okay. I’ve got you. You did such a good job, my love.”

Tears leaked from your eyes onto the mattress underneath you, and you whimpered as Loki pulled out. He kissed you on the forehead.

“I’ll go and run us a bath.”

You didn’t move as he left, listening to the running water. He came back and lifted you into his arms, carrying you to the bathroom. He lowered you into the large tub, stepping in and positioning himself behind you, so that you were between his legs. The hot water felt suffocating as it sunk its way into your tired muscles.

Loki moved your hair away from your neck, kissing your skin gently and sending a shiver up your spine. 

“I will make you fall apart every night darling, so that you can come back together in my arms,” he whispered.

“I am yours and you are mine. I’m never letting you go again, my love, I promise.”

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Loki who always keeps a protective eye on you from across the room.

Loki who leaves fine, gift-wrapped dresses on your bed for you to find.

Loki who always walks on the street side of the sidewalk.

Loki who uses his seiðr to lower the temperature of your room when it’s too hot for you to sleep.

Loki who lives for eye contact.

Loki who leaves cold kisses across your shoulders.

Loki who weaves your hair into Asgardian-style braids.

Loki who lets you sleep on his shoulder on the subway after a long day.

Loki who grows his hair out because you said you liked it.

Loki who listens to Midgardian music because you love it.

Loki who sets your morning alarms for you when you forget.

Loki who buys the books you mention and leaves them for you to find.

Loki who wakes you up with his tongue between your thighs.

Loki who conjures a clone of himself after you mention a wet dream you had.

Loki who opens doors for you.

Loki who kisses your spine as you’re on all fours in front of him.

Loki who moans into your mouth when his hair is pulled.

Loki who manspreads because he sees how you look at him when he does.

Loki who likes to fuck you against the wall.

Loki who enters your dreams at night because he can’t get enough of you.

Loki who braids a strand of your hair into his.

Loki who teleports you to a different location at the first sign of danger.

Loki who struggles with the idea of taking you to Asgard.

Loki who shows up on your fire escape late at night.

Loki who whispers nasty things in your ear in public.

Loki who whisks you away to foreign countries for the weekend.

Loki who contemplates giving up his immortality because the thought of outliving you is too much.

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me with loki

born to marry him, forced to read fanfics about him

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BEFORE YOU READ, reminder my account and content has mature content so minors DNI. I only write one-shots mainly surrounding Marvel & Loki.

[UPDATED APRIL 2025]

LOKI LAUFEYSON.

Dirty Diary [SMUT] Loki & Reader

Reality? [ANGST, LIGHT SMUT] Loki & Mobius

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Dirty Diary

Summary: Loki is horny and decides to channel it through writing that is about you, before he pleasures himself.

[Loki x Reader, Smut, Masturbation, Possessive Loki.]

Loki’s Writing:

Is this one of the punishments the Gods above have placed upon me? To feel so much for a singular being and not have the courage to do anything about it? I ponder about her in every waking moment of my day. Every second, I imagine what it would be like for her to simply feel the same way I do for her. Does she think of me as someone she can trust with her life? Is she still deep down afraid of me? It eats away at me little by little, not knowing how she feels about me. I fear that once it consumes me whole, I’ll never be the same again.

I think today’s that day.

My self-control to not give in to my desires of pleasuring myself to oblivion over the thoughts of her has been doing fine. That is until now. My aching length, reacting to the anger and frustration of my overwhelming love for this mortal, has been incredibly pestilent. Thoughts of having her all to myself in my chambers back in Asgard, where I can keep her safe and content there, have made the issue in my pants harder to keep away from. I want her to feel how good I can make her feel. Prove to her that she only needs me and no one else.

As I’m writing, I can feel my pre-seminal fluids gushing and soaking the fabric of my mortal-designed pants I have donned. It does not look as good as the clothing made in Asgard, but it is most certainly comfortable, if I were to speak the truth. These pants, however, would be better off me now considering how my tight cock is straining against it, begging for it to be unleashed. It’s screaming for her. This is all her fault.

What a naughty little minx. Does she know the effect she has on me? What would she say if she knew? Would she want her wet slick to be penetrated by a godly sword that fits just right? Or would she think me a monster? I wouldn’t be able to handle that. I cannot lose her. She’s so dear to me, I believe it’s changing me. I’ve found myself stumbling over my words, which is completely the opposite of what it is to be silver-tongued.

Gods, am I weak? Is love a weakness that blinds even the most powerful being? Well, they wouldn’t be powerful if love truly is blinding them, isn’t it? But it means they’re happy, so perhaps nothing changes? Love is mysterious, and if I hadn’t been under that same spell, I would’ve scoffed at it. Thor got infatuated with a mortal woman, and I thought it was the most ridiculous thing on the planet. Yet now I’m met with the same fate, and I cannot think of anything else other than her.

I need her.

Oh Gods, I need her. I will face death over and over again if it means being close to her. I would kill for her. I wouldn’t believe she would want that, but if I had to do it for her sake, I will in a heartbeat.

I cannot control myself any longer, and I find my hand is slipping into my pants, trying to get any sort of contact my pulsing cock needs. One hand on the pen, one hand on my length.

Today is the day I finally admit I am in love with her, and there’s nothing that can ever make me leave her side. I am her God that she will worship one day, for all of time.

THIRD PERSON VIEW

Loki throws the pen and book away in a fit of frustration and raging lust as he quickly unzips his pants and undergarments, springing alive his massive cock. The tip was very pink and angry while pre-cum leaked out as if it were weeping. Usually, pleasuring oneself back on Asgard was never done way too often as there were always “better” ways to relieve yourself like sleeping with a handmaid or others who are willing to partake in that sort of activity with you. Pleasuring yourself was always just seen as when you have no other choice or you’re just really desperate.

He wasn’t going to hide it. He definitely was desperate. He yearns for you all the time, despite him being around you often. You’re always with him since he’s somehow the only person in the Avengers Tower you manage to become close friends with. People, especially Tony, would tell you to be cautious of him back in the beginning when they started noticing how you’re always around him. You never listened, though, continuing your friendship with Loki. The God of Mischief was a lot of things, but one thing you knew was he never would’ve hurt you.

This friendship means a lot to Loki, but he always wishes for more. He wishes for commitment. To be with you forever.

His hands start making their first movements on his veiny cock, sliding up really slowly before it goes down. He’s imagining the first scene where you’re on top of him, your pussy wet and hot for him, and you’re slowly going down on him, piercing your wet heat. You would let out a breathy moan, trying not to be too loud. Once he’s all in, you’d fall in front to meet his neck, nuzzling yourself as you adjust.

Right now his dick is practically pulsing for you, like it’s signaling your name in Morse code. Soon, he starts picking up the pace and pumps himself, using his leakage as a form of lubricant. His mouth subconsciously opens, and he lets out a breath. Oh, what he’d do to see the look on your face when he surprises you by thrusting into you from below, letting out a moan of surprise. To know you’re both safe with you in his arms, cradling you, is making him go crazy.

His other hand releases the mattress and finds its way to his balls, fondling them. Imagining it’s you below him, sucking and playing with them, is only adding to the experience as he found himself going ham on his length, his fist making a noise each time he hits his skin along with the wetness of his pre-cum. He realizes he’s lacking self-control now, unable to stop himself, so he quickly takes the imagination and goes forward towards the end, where he dreams of how things finish.

The trickster would be on top of you now, his arms sandwiched between you. Mirroring his fast paced fisting, he’d be pounding in you like a wild animal in heat, and your moans would drive him insane. It would be his turn for his head to drop down next to yours, smelling your natural scent as he leaves marks on your neck that would last for weeks. As he would do that, you’d whisper the magical three words that would change his life forever. That would consolidate the bond between you two.

“I…love you.”

“I love you, Loki.”

He imagined you’d repeat that over and over again, and on the last one…

“I love you.”

Loki’s hands were moving faster than lightning speed, and soon, white light filled his vision. He closed his eyes before spurting his seed everywhere on his stomach as he let out a loud groan. His body started shivering very slightly, which was something Loki didn’t really do often. The fact that he managed to do that just by the thought of you and his hands made him even more sure of his feelings for you. He pumped a feel more times before he relaxed and dropped his hand down.

Tears were starting to form in his eyes, and he wasn’t exactly about to cry but rather simply forming and clouding his vision. He wiped them away, not wanting it to be a big thing. He wondered if he did get to have you like this, would you sleep with him for the night? Or would you, like most people back on Asgard, rather sleep somewhere else? Or worse, you’d run to Thor and choose him over the God of Mischief and Lies. Over big, bad Loki.

No, you aren’t that cruel. He knows you. He knows you aren’t like them. Anyways, you mentioned you didn’t find Thor appealing in any shape or form, which was why it intrigued Loki. It made him happy if he was being honest. He is your God. Yours only.

He found his cock perking up again, and he sighed before going for round two, and then three and then more as he spent the entire night pumping and cumming, groaning your name repeatedly like a prayer or an incantation.

And when he wakes in the morning, he’ll be excited to see you again.

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Never gonna get it

Housemate! Loki x female reader

18+ | contains masturbation, dirty thoughts, dirty words, not really smut is it?

Hearing a knock on the bathroom door, you paused your music before calling out to the culprit who was no doubt Loki your housemate.

“What?” You shouted.

“What are you doing in there? You’ve been in there almost two hours.” He answered, clearly irked.

“Give me two minutes.” You replied, turning the music back on before rinsing out your hair. Usually Loki was a really great housemate apart from when you hogged the bathroom. He was probably starting a countdown on his phone now for 120 seconds. 111 seconds later you wrapped your hair in a towel, securing the towel around your body before unlocking the door and greeting Loki as his timer went off. “All yours.” You grinned, stepping past him as he kept his focus strictly on your eyes.

Entering the bathroom, Loki sighed, his gaze settling on your laundry basket that was overflowing. He liked things tidy and he was convinced you were the opposite. When he realised that you two were the only ones out of the friendship group that didn’t have accommodation for the next year, he found himself smiling but having now lived with you for months, he found his excitement dwindling. He loved your company, your laugh, your advice, the way you cooked, the smell of your shower gel but he hated the puddle you’d leave after showering, the pots and plates left after you cooked, the way you’d stop laughing just as he was about to let himself drown in the sound and the fact that you were never in his company alone for too long. He hated how he felt about you and the fact that it never was or never will be reciprocated despite his glowing hope. In this moment though, Loki hated that you only did your laundry at the last minute.

Stepping further inside, he picked up your T-shirt that was on the floor and began tossing it into your basket before his attention was stolen by a pair of red lacy thongs. His eyes widened at the sight, the crimson material teasing him as he ran his eyes over it. He was frozen, unsure what to do. He knew the normal thing, the right thing to do would be to ignore them and continue tossing your T-shirt in the basket but considering the tent that was now growing in his trousers and the fact that this was probably the closest he’d be to your panties again, he decided to pick them up, bringing them to his nose and inhaling before pocketing them.

Loki waited for you to leave before creeping back to his room and deciding to take care of his erection. Laying against his bed, he took your panties out of his pocket, bringing them to his nose again as he closed his eyes, imagining you tugging his trousers down enough to reveal his length that rested against his stomach. He lightly teased himself, running his fingers up and down his shaft as he breathed your scent in. It was perverted but he couldn’t help himself. He wrapped his hand around his cock, kneading his balls with his other hand as he began pumping. He imagined you above him right now, taking his cock like a good girl as he fucked you. His breathing grew heavier as he began to pant, your name leaving his lips in hushed chants. He took your panties off of his face, wrapping them around his hard length instead before he thrusted his hips into them, pretending it was your tight hole. His head was thrown back against the pillow, the muscles in his stomach tensing as he began to feel a familiar pressure in his abdomen. He ran his thumb over his slit before spreading more wetness over his cock. His hips continued thrusting up into his fist, into your thongs as the pressure increased. The material felt perfect against his precum slathered dick. He opened his eyes, lifting his head slightly to watch his movements as his toes curled.

“Fuck y/n, y/nnn.” He pleaded, rubbing a few more times before he came, shooting his load into your panties.

“Yes Loki.” You answered, pushing his door open without even knocking, considering that he had called you.

What Loki failed to hear was the sound of you entering the flat again having forgot your phone. His eyes widened as he pulled his duvet over himself, hiding your panties under his pillow.

“What?” You asked, looking at him laying in his bed, face flushed.

“N-nothing.” He answered, voice wavering.

You looked at him skeptically, cocooned underneath his duvet, his hands under them too as he stared up at you like he had just seen a ghost. You noticed that sweat was beading on his forehead and that his breathing was a little laboured. It doesn’t take a genius to work out what you just walked into. You smiled, stepping towards him.

“Were you just—?” You questioned, doing a jerking off motion.

“No!” Loki insisted guiltily.

You ran your eyes over him again as he swallowed thickly under your intense gaze. Your eyes met briefly before you spoke.

“Okay.” You decided with a shrug.

“Okay?” He questioned, narrowing his gaze.

“Okay, you weren’t just doing what I thought.” You clarified.

“Good.” He answered.

“Good.” You repeated, eyeing each other before you sprinted towards his bed, diving into it as Loki gasped. Your hand found the underside of his pillow that was bunched up slightly before feeling the material of your red lacy— “you perv! You stole these.” You laughed.

“I didn’t—I—I found them.”

“Found them? Where? My laundry basket?” You interrogated as Loki remained silent. “You did take them.” You gasped.

“Alright fine yes I took them. I apologise.” He admitted.

“What did you do with them?” You asked teasingly, taking him by surprise when you dropped them back down after having realised he ejaculated in them.

“What?”

“Tell me, what did you do with them, to them?” You continued, biting your lip.

“No.”

“Come on, it’s the least you owe me.” You implored, straddling him, causing his breath to quicken again.

“T-they smell like you” he began quietly, looking up a you as a smile played on your lips “so I wrapped them around my cock and fucked them pretending it was you.” He admitted.

“That’s hot.” You answered, grin widening as you rolled your hips against Lokis causing him to bite down on his lip, fighting the urge to place his hands against your hips. “That’s the confidence boost I needed for tonight.”

“What?” Loki paused, his bubble bursting. What did you mean by that?

“Thank you.” You smiled, stopping your movements and getting off of him before making your way back to his door, Loki completely aghast. “And you can keep the thongs, I’ve got loads” you chirped “in fact” you began, pulling down the ones you had on underneath your dress and hanging them on the doorknob as you passed “night Loki.”

“G-goodnight?” He answered unsurely, wondering if this was all a dream.

lol this gif is EVERYTHING also apologies for my lack of interaction this past week I’ve been a busy beeee. I know I will have a field day tonight with the amazing things I have to read anyways should I do a P2?

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Unreleased Loki promo shots for the Avengers 2012

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today marks day 111 of the genocide in gaza.

and i need you all to keep in mind just how dire the situation in gaza is right now. and to keep talking about it. now is not the time to turn away.

today i want to talk about khalil again. yesterday, khalil posted about how his aunt passed away and they went to the graveyard to bury her, only to find thousands of tents in the cemetery. the people living as refugees in rafah have been so jam packed that they’ve started sheltering at the cemetery.

in a heartbreaking sentence, khalil says “they are living in the cemetery, waiting for their time to be buried”. can you imagine the situation one has to be in to say something like that?

not only do the gazans not have a safe place to live, they are also starving and suffering from diseases and lack of medication. in fact, that’s the cause of khalil’s aunt’s death—bad food and no medicine.

the people of gaza barely have food to eat. the children have to clean dirt and insects off animal feed before milling it to make food. medicine isn’t coming into the gaza strip. there are pharmacies all around but none can help because they do not have the means to. why?

because israel consistently denies shipments of vital aid. in fact, according to the UN, israel recently added insulin pens for children to the list of prohibited items that are not allowed into gaza. this list also includes other medicines for chronic illnesses are also not allowed [here is the full press conference for anyone who’s interested].

this claim is also backed by the report journalist motaz azaiza was making as he was evacuating gaza of a plethora of aid trucks waiting at the border to enter gaza. and for the little bit of aid that is available to gazans? yesterday the israeli military opened fire at starving citizens who were queueing to get aid in northern gaza.

there are too many heartbreaking stories coming out of gaza; there is at least one per person, in a population of 2.2M people. i urge you to not turn away from hearing their stories and facing the reality of the crimes being committed against them by israeli occupation forces.

whatever anyone else might say, whatever the verdict of tomorrow’s hearing may be… i want you to remember that what’s happening in gaza is nothing short of a genocide—a collective total of 33,360 deaths (incl people missing under rubble), and 64,150 injured. don’t let them just be numbers. these are people.

people who are not just being killed in cold blood, but are also being starved. they are being tortured physically and psychologically. they are being subjected to illnesses with no treatment given. they are being subjected to eating things like grass, immature food, expired food. read the euro med monitor report for the full picture of the destruction happening in gaza at the hands of the israeli occupation forces.

this is a genocide. this is one of, if not the deadliest of war crimes we’ve seen in the 21st century.

i am so heartbroken i barely have the energy to type today. please call for an end to all of this, for a permanent ceasefire. and subsequently an end to the israeli occupation.

we cannot leave the palestinians to fend for themselves and continue being oppressed directly or indirectly by their oppressors and colonisers. this occupation must end. palestine must be freed in its entirety.

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please especially send donations to help supply aid and food to gazans. especially to the organisations working within gaza. it’s not like there isn’t any food at all. gaza is not a barren land. the food is just inaccessible and very expensive and unaffordable for most gazans (if you follow journalist muhammad smiry, you’ll see he posts a lot about the atrocious prices of food in gaza). so your donations help people purchase food in bulk within gaza and supply to the civilians.

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Reality? | Loki x Mobius

SUMMARY: A twisted life of Lokius that takes place in the 1960s.

[TW DISTURBING CONTENT. Angst, fluff, nsfw, blood, horror and unsettling moments. Also inspired by WandaVision and The Truman Show. Read at your own risk please]

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"Morning." Loki spoke with a raspy morning voice, as he finds himself laid beside Mobius. He probably accidentally fell asleep on his bed and Mobius wasn't going to sleep anywhere else. Besides, they were together now. Sleeping beside one another shouldn't be weird.

The mortal shifted his body upon hearing the voice of his lover. It would be a lie to say that he didn't enjoy hearing his voice in the morning. Finding Loki's warm presence by his side, he turned his head to his left and stared at the god, whose raven locks were sprinkled all over his pillow.

"I'm going to need to start getting used to this new sight every morning." Mobius said hoarsely. He tried to play it off cool but the look of adoration and love in his eyes said otherwise.

The new lovers were finally fitting in with each other in their new home, happy and safe. Of course, it would take a lot of time for them to get used to waking up to each other but it's not ever an issue or a problem. In fact, the past few days together have been amazing.

Their routine was as follows: morning comes, they lavished each other with affection, maybe going further more into each other's pants. Mobius would always shower first, followed by Loki. They'd have breakfast which they made together and when they're done with their meal, Mobius would leave for work.

W̶h̶a̶t̶ w̶o̶r̶k̶?̶

Loki would stay home, await for his lover to come back and when he does, they spend their time close to each other, doing their own thing in silence.

Today was different. Loki was aware of Mobius' romantic nature, wanting to do something extraordinary for his beloved on this occasion. So, he decided to organize an exquisite candlelit dinner, certain that it would make his partner swoon. In summary, the prince was excited

The time came, and the minute Mobius walked in, Loki had already made the initiative to take his coat for him, which had taken the man aback since Loki hasn't done such an act since the past few days they had lived together. He was greeted with a smile from Loki as the god guided him through the house and to the dinner table.

"Woah, this you?" Mobius exclaimed, looking at the beautiful feast in front of him, a vase full of flowers and a candle in the middle. It was romantic. Something you'd see out of a rom-com movie.

Loki responded, "Yes, Mobius. All me. It was nothing really. Easy to come up with."

"So you can be romantic."

"I don't think it's that romantic."

Mobius chuckled, recognizing Loki's attempts to downplay his handiwork behind the romantic dinner. Yet, as his ears greeted with one of his favorite old musical tracks, his eyes sparkled with affection, delighted by how Loki remembered his playlist of beloved songs.

The prince saw the twinkle in his eyes and begin to feel proud of himself. He immediately brought his man to his seat, taking a chair out for him. He then went to his, placing the napkin on his own lap.

The two dug into the delicious meal and chatted the night away. They talked about various things like Mobius' work, his colleagues drama and many more. But there was something interesting that came up which got Loki intrigued.

"So, you remember Casey, right? Well, he invited me to this neighborhood party that happens tomorrow which frankly, I never even heard of until he told me. He said I should bring my wife along, aka you, and I knew you probably wouldn't want to go since you mentioned how you didn't want to interact with any of our neighbors but uh, Casey seems to think you don't exist and that I don't have a partner. Would you like to prove him wrong?"

Loki chewed his food as he thought, wondering whether if he had the capacity to meet new people. Obviously, altering his gender never posed a serious problem for him considering he was genderfluid. The bigger problem was his ability to keep a courteous demeanor for a long period of time. Since they were new, Loki didn't want to mess things up with their new home. It seemed wherever he goes, disaster follows. This time, he wished for things to be different. A new start.

He thought but remained silent, which led Mobius to speak. "You could use your magic, you know? Do the switcheroo you do sometimes."

"I know. I wasn't going to out there as a male. We would get flamed. I was thinking about having to smile for hours. That sounds like torture."

"If you don't want to then that's fine. Not forcing ya."

The Asgardian could see the slight disappointment in his face and after a few mouthful of his chicken, he decided to give his final answer, "Fine, I'll go. Only if we get to do one thing tonight."

"What's that?" Mobius already kind of knew what Loki had wanted. They haven't really gotten super into it for a while now other than a few touches down there every morning, but it seemed like tonight was a good time for some spice in the bedroom.

And so, on a certain night, the two were intimately engaged, Mobius on top, grinding slowly into Loki. Their sounds of arousal and joy filled the room, along with the thuds of each push. Only lust and love permeated their beings. Soon, Mobius's pace quickened, his hands intertwined with Loki's as he neared climax. His pelvis thrusted forcefully, his lips against Loki's neck. Eventually, his seed was released into Loki, slowly spilling out, and his intense rutting eventually eased.

"I love you...you know that." Mobius whispered into Loki's ear, while he was still in him. He pulled out which earned another small groan from the god and they both embraced each other lovingly till they fell asleep. 

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It was finally time for the two to head out for the party and as much as Loki was starting to dread it, he was also curious on how the neighborhood looked. He hasn't explored the area since they arrived. In fact, he couldn't ̷r̷e̷m̷e̷m̷b̷e̷r̷ ̷h̷o̷w̷ ̷t̷h̷e̷y̷ ̷g̷o̷t̷ ̷h̷e̷r̷e̷. All he knew was that it was a small town and everyone apparently knew everybody. Well, except for Loki since he doesn't show himself.

Mobius signaled the Asgardian on his appearance and was reminded that he was still in his male form. So, he quickly transformed and was in her female appearance, and she was stunning as ever. Mobius' eyes started going down onto her cleavage and Loki shot her lover a seductive look, knowing he was probably super turned on at the moment.

"Eyes up, love." She teased.

The man smirked but turned around to open the door for Loki, gesturing for her to walk first. While she strut out with her beautiful green dress, Mobius took the time to admire her curves and the way the dress fitted perfectly on her. He has seen Loki as a female from time to time so it wasn't the first but seeing her in that dress was a sight for sore eyes.

The two took the car to their destination, Mobius being the driver. Song on the radio was "Daydream Believer" by The Monkees and Mobius quickly turned up the volume, blasting it through the car. He sang along to it as Loki simply tapped her fingers to the rhythm with a satisfied smile on her face.

"To a, daydreamm believer and a, homecoming queeeen!"

Once the song had finished, they had nicely arrived at the neighborhood party. The house was huge and the gathering was brimming with occupants. There was music playing from inside the house. Kids were seen running around in the huge garden, laughing away. This was their chance to show this town who the best couple was. Mobius went out of the car first which already had people staring from afar, wanting to see who the wife was. He then went to the other side to get the door for Loki, who emerged gracefully with her foot first and then the remainder of her body.

The women present turned their heads instantly upon Loki's elegant arrival. They didn't imagine Mobius' wife to be so stunning. The men sneakily eyed her, which somewhat riled Mobius. However, he refused to let this bother him. He was aware that they had captured everyone's interest, and Loki seemed rather pleased by the attention she was receiving.

The couple of the house immediately walked out to greet the two, the wife shooting a dirty look at Loki.

"We didn't think you were going to make it," remarked the wife, Donna, in a sharp tone.

The husband, Brad, promptly followed up, "Yeah, we even believed that you had no such wife, Mobius. Seems you've been hiding such a ravishing beauty all this while?"

Upon hearing that from her husband, Donna who had her hands on Brad started squeezing her nails into him, receiving a wincing sound from him. Clearly she wasn't into Loki at all since she was taking all the attention away and Mobius found that awkward.

After they've been introduced with everyone and had met up with their friend Casey, Mobius pulled Loki away to somewhere private to talk, uncomfortable with the situation. "Can't believe I'm saying this but, do you want to leave early? I hate that there's already bad vibes between you and the woman of this house. She's literally the leader of the community service. Make her angry and god knows how our life would be from now on."

Loki seemed a bit offended, as if it felt like it was her fault, "Are you blaming me?"

"No, it's just, look, she's already mad at you probably because you look stunning as ever and you definitely took all the attention away but she clearly is the big boss of this town and everyone worships her. Either you try and talk to her or we leave now."

"You don't get to tell me what to do, Mobius. Why are you acting like it's my fault that I'm beautiful? You want me to switch back to my male form now?"

"Loki, it's not your fault. I love you but I'm just scared for us. You already have powers that need to be kept hidden and we just moved in here. I want the best for us."

The goddess of mischief went silent for a while, knowing Mobius was right. Despite loving the attention, she knew she had to make sure they don't mess this up especially since they both just moved in. Maybe if it was a month in, drama wouldn't be a problem but it's just been two weeks.

Loki sighed, rolling her eyes. "Fine, I'll talk to her. Don't blame me if she gets more agitated."

Before Mobius could respond, Loki was already walking away, about to have a heart to heart talk with Donna. The man stood there, hoping things played out right.

Loki found Donna hidden in her kitchen, cutting up some apples into slices. The two were alone which gave the goddess an opportunity to talk to her. She walked up slowly and Donna immediately turned, already shooting a disapproving glare.

"Hello, Donna. Listen, I hope I haven't made you upset in any way. It isn't my intention." Loki clarified and was straight to the point, trying to sound sincere as possible.

Donna didn't seem to speak or look at Loki for a while and only after was she finished slicing the apples, she responded to her.

"I'm intrigued actually, where do you come from? I usually know everything about the people here but you? I know absolutely nothing."

Loki hesitated, "I'm..." She couldn't say anything.

Donna's words were tinged with an attitude of suspicion as she approached Loki.

"I have heard about Mobius. I have seen Mobius before. But I have never seen you," she uttered, coming to a close proximity to the Goddess.

"You see, terrible things happened ever since the arrival of you two. It's a weird coincidence, don't you think?"

This was the first time Loki had even heard of anything bad that has happened here. She thought this was a lovely neighborhood. But to think Donna is suspecting Loki of being related to those horrible things makes her angry. She retaliated.

"That's a nice conspiracy theory, Donna. But I'm afraid I have no idea what you're talking about."

"STOP THE LIES!" For some reason, the mortal woman had snapped, the knife that was used to cut the apples was immediately pointed at Loki. The Asgardian was appalled and backed away, both hands out trying to pacify Donna.

"You don't get to come into my house, dress like a whore and steal my spotlight! You're disgusting. You should DIE!"

In a split second, she took the knife and started slicing her own throat, blood starting to flow out in one line. Loki's eyes widened at the shocking sight and immediately gasped. The blood spilled down to the ground, causing a pool at her feet. However, the woman wasn't dead. She stood with a bloody neck, looking at Loki demonically. "Wake up."

And suddenly, Loki was starting to gain awareness as if she's realizing something. She didn't want to. She wanted to suppress it. What went from a look of horror turned into anger. Loki was not going to deal with this today. Not right now.

"No."

-

"Morning." Loki spoke with a raspy morning voice, as he finds himself laid beside Mobius. He probably accidentally fell asleep on his bed and Mobius wasn't going to sleep anywhere else. Besides, they were together now. Sleeping beside one another shouldn't be weird.

Wait what?

Loki was puzzled. Didn't he already go through this before? He recalled a nightmare he had about a neighborhood party. It felt real. What made him more concerned was that he found Mobius missing from the bed all of a sudden. Was his mind now playing tricks on him? Loki immediately got out of bed and wore whatever clothes he could grab, immediately searching the house for Mobius. He was nowhere to be found.

The next thing he did was to dial his work place and hope someone picks up. To his surprise, someone did and he spoke with the receptionist. "Is there a Mobius in work right now? May I speak to him?"

"Give me one second." The lady replied nicely.

"Uh, I'm sorry sir, there isn't any Mobius' working here."

The god was confused and his heart started beating fast. He felt like he was in some sort of sick dream.

"This is surely a prank, right? There IS a Mobius working there I need you to check again."

"Okay, what is his last name? Maybe that could help."

Suddenly Loki was lost for words. He couldn't remember Mobius' last name. Did he even have a last name? How was he able to forget his own husband's surname. A theory had popped through Loki's mind that maybe he was suffering from memory loss and whatever that is happening this morning is a result of his amnesia.

"Hello? Sir?"

He didn't reply. He simply smashed the telephone down and hung up, his forehead sweating profusely.

So if he had amnesia, it means he needed help. With that, Loki took off and walked out of his house cluelessly, his surroundings looking different than he remembered. The street was different, it was smaller. The trees and bushes were gone. He also noticed some of the houses were missing windows. Had it been like that the entire time? Loki tried to hail for a taxi but there were no cars to be seen. In fact, it looked as though no one is around. It seemed empty.

"Mobius!" Loki now shouted, finding this all very strange. He turned around and around, trying to find at least one person to get help from but was only finding everything even more unnatural. The sky lacked clouds as though there was only blue and the sun wasn't anywhere in sight. Houses that he was able to see from afar was now empty nothingness.

Loki lost all his composure, letting out a resounding howl. Tears flowed down his cheeks as he grieved, the emotions pouring outwards. The God of Mischief was at a loss for words and completely distraught

"Where are you, Mobius!"

There was nobody he wished to see now other than his lover. He closed his eyes shut hoping he could just wake up.

Wake up...that's it.

Wake up, Loki.

-

   It was cold, dark and terribly lonely. I was hoping I could stay on longer. I felt my sanity slipping away and my mind drifting to an eternal sleep. I shouldn't sleep. I couldn't. Not when these branches needed my godly strength to hold them together.

Just one second. Just a second of sleep. I keep pleading to myself. I observed Mobius from afar in the sacred timeline and it seems he was being too hard on himself which didn't sit well with me. I tried to look at my other friends in their timelines and they were all safe and sound. Yet, I still wished I could do something for Mobius. That silly man just stands there with a hole in his heart. I need him to know I'm with him for all time. I wanted to be with him.

I had to be with him.

I think that's how it all started. I shut my eyes and all I thought about was Mobius. Then I woke up.

"Morning." I spoke with a raspy morning voice, as I find myself lying beside Mobius. I probably accidentally fell asleep on his bed and Mobius wasn't going to sleep anywhere else. Besides, we're together now. Sleeping beside one another shouldn't be weird.

That's how the story started.

Mobius shifted his body upon hearing my voice. It would be a lie to say that he didn't enjoy hearing my voice in the morning. Finding my warm presence by his side, he turned his head to his left and stared at the me, my raven locks sprinkled all over his pillow.

It's the same story again. Again and again and again. Each time, I never go further. I keep trying to rewrite it in many different ways but it always ends up in tragedy. This time, I give up. I'm not going to try.

"I'm going to need to start getting used to this new sight every morning." Mobius said hoarsely. He tried to play it off cool but the look of adoration and love in his eyes said otherwise.

"I don't care." I simply didn't.

I was expecting him to question my behavior or get angry but for some reason, he laughed and laughed. There was nothing humorous at all. This is ridiculous. Mobius then placed a hand on my cheeks and turned it so I faced him.

"Look at me." He demanded gently. He always looks at me with affection. It was why I fell in love with him in the first place. He looks at me like I'm worth everything.

"How long have you been doing this now?"

Now I'm intrigued and confused. My brows knitted together in uncertainty. "What do you mean?"

"How many tries of this have you done? What? 100? 1000?"

Does he know? What is going on?

"What...?"

"You called for me, didn't you? Well, I'm here."

"You heard me?" I instantly got up in the bed, my heart pounding through my chest. I didn't want to get any false hope because then, it would hurt even more.

"I did."

"No, that's a lie. This is just another one of my scripts I've written to keep myself delusional. This isn't real."

"So you finally admit, you do control the narrative."

My heart wouldn't stop pounding, "What does that supposed to mean?"

Mobius held my hand tightly before he spoke, "Only reason you never got past this delusion you created is because you were meant to write yourself in OUR timelines. Your subconscious knew that was possible because it has already lived through a life with me on the sacred timeline."

Salty watery droplets poured out of my eyes uncontrollably. For some reason, it feels like I'm finally escaping because Mobius was making sense.

He continued, "Do you know who you are, Loki? You've said it before, you can rewrite the story. You can do the same with the timelines. Write yourself in it for you are the God of Stories."

"But the timelines?"

"You can hold it while being down here. You shouldn't underestimate your illusion spells. They're pretty handy."

He's right. I can change it all. I mean, I'm writing this aren't I. This is not the end. This is simply the beginning.

And you're going to watch me rescript this mess.

-

   "I might just wait here for a little bit. Let time pass." Mobius responded to Sylvie. She places a hand on his shoulder in a way to comfort him. After all, she knew how much Loki meant to him. Wanting to let him grieve on his own, she decided to leave him be, making her way through the time door and closing it up.

Mobius simply stands in isolation, looking at his old life from afar as he hoped his presence was made known to Loki.

Perhaps it did.

"Ugh, stop being so dramatic." A voice rang out and he instantly recognized its origin. His heart seemed to leap out of his chest from the euphoria he felt and he swiftly rotated his body towards where the voice originated from.

Mobius eyes widened, his mouth slowly turning into a huge smile. Seems like the god of mischief is really full of surprises.

"Loki!" He walked towards him, confused but rather relieved and happy. There was nothing better than to see him again especially when he thought he was never going to see him ever. He wanted to go in for a hug which he so desperately needed but there was something else on his mind.

The agent took Loki by the collars and immediately pulled him in for a kiss, something he has always wanted to do before he left. Loki was taken aback but kissed him back, holding Mobius' face in his hands. This was the story he was meant to write for himself. A life on the sacred timeline.

He let himself experience the authenticity of the kiss and how it feels much better than the ones in his fake reality. This was perfect because it was real and Loki soaked in every single moment.

This is reality.

[lokifys]

Brat tamer! Shuri drabble/headcannons ☆ nsfw

For all my girlies that are brats.

Iam a certified brat 💋

This is basically headcannons & little drabbles mixed :)

Below each ⋆˙⟡♡- is a drabble!

♡- Brat tamer! Shuri actually likes the the fact that you're such a brat she thrives on making you feel powerless.

She enjoys teaching you lessons especially when you step out of line the power trip she gets from that is like a drug to her.

She likes knowing that she has you wrapped around her finger, and nothing gets her hotter than seeing you look up at her with fear and desire in your eyes.

She loves pushing you to see just how far you can go before you break.

She can be harsh and ruthless when you need to remember your place, but deep down there's a soft side to her she's capable of gentleness, but she's not afraid to show her dominant side to keep you in check.

That's why when she finally gets a hold of you; you always end up on the bed, folded with your knees to your chest and your legs resting on her shoulders.

A/n: fold me like a 🥨 shuri whew 🏋🏿‍♀️ ok im done..

She watches the tears streaming down your cheeks from all the overstimulation while she aggressively fucks you.

"Oh, why are you crying? What happened to your confidence usana?"

She taunts, clearly taking pleasure in the situation. leaning down to passionately kiss you, without missing a beat in her movements, she places her hand on your face, using her thumb to gently open your mouth.

She opens her mouth too letting her saliva gather on her tongue before letting it past her lips and into your mouth you watch her eyes dilate as her spit touches your tongue and you swallow it.

“ Fuck i can't anymore."

" Shuri.. you're so deep." you whimper, your head rolling as your lips shoots open, she sends you thrust after thrust so shattering that black dots cloud your vision.

"'Too much."

You'd plead, trying to push her away feeling buzzed and overstimulated.

But she doesn't care so she seizes your hands pinning them over your head.

"But isn't this what you wanted right? You know exactly what to say if you really want me to stop just one word."

" I want to see you fall apart over and over again."

She whispers as she runs kisses along your face your tears wetting her face.

⋆˙⟡♡-

Shuri's at work so you decide to tease her.

You captured the right shot to show her taking one at an angle that precisely showed off your tits and ass, the purple lace highlighting your brown skin.

You smirked as you typed out a message.

" Missing you panther wish you were here."

She was in a meeting when she received the picture you had sent her. She tried to keep her composure.

She knew you had done this on purpose to tease her.

" You playing with me?"

After not responding your phone buzzed again seeing another text from her.

" I'm on the way."

⋆˙⟡♡-

She clutches your hair with her fist as she pulls you back directing you to turn around and bend over.

You comply turning around and moving your body to face the mattress positioning your ass up.

Her hand glides up your spine with a firm and measured pace, caressing your back with her palm to encourage your body to extend in an arch.

As your back remains arched, Shuri observes with a note of satisfaction.

"There we go, that's my bratty girl."

Your stomach twists with excitement at the sound of her voice her hand moves between your legs rubbing up and down your thighs in a teasing manner driving you crazy.

Her fingers hook into the fabric of your panties you begin to speak up but she interrupts you.

"You touched yourself while i was gone?"

Her voice is laced with a tone of command as she utters "Wasn't I clear enough?"

"I told you not to touch yourself without my permission."

"I mean what I say," she declares rubbing up and down on your ass cheek.

" I know Shuri."

One of her unoccupied hands reach up palming your ass before she delivers a striking blow to your ass.

The stinging sensation makes you jolt foward the sound echoes in the room as the slap she leaves cause both pain and ecstasy the masochist in you makes you want more as your body responds with arousal.

" I know you do you just like defiling my orders."

" But I didn't Shuri." Obviously that was a lie.

"You're lying?"

" Well you should've been here Shuri." You said in a sassy tone.

"Is that right?" She asks, her tone dripping with skepticism.

"Yeah when you left for that meeting i..." You start to say, but then you hesitate.

"And?" She asked, her tone conveying a hint of impatience.

"I fingered myself until I came all while thinking of you of course." You say turning around to meet her eyes.

She doesn't say anything she just pulls you in by your waist, leaning down to claim your lips with a fervent kiss that leaves you feeling dizzy.

As your bodies come together, you lose yourself in the feel of her lips, your arms encircling her neck as you fall into her embrace.

You feel her her teeth bite softly into your lower lip a moan escapes your lips, your body responding with a shudder of pleasure.

" Shuri, baby i want you." you whisper as your lips move upward towards her sharp jawline.

You feel her move her free hand to your throat, pinning you in place as she holds you in a firm grip.

"You don't need me you did it all by yourself earlier didn't you?" She murmurs directly into your ear, her voice sending a tingle down your spine.

As you both moved to the top of the bed shuri made sure you sat between her legs she sat up with her back against the headboard, leaving an open space for you to sit.

With your back to her front her lips attack your neck your head falling back as you close your eyes in bliss.

Her slender hands roamed all the way down your body all the way to your needy pussy.

"Such a little brat, I'm not going to give you what you want."

" Fuck shuri." You whimpered as her fingers slowly grazed your clit.

You tried to speak up again, but your words caught in your throat, instead only emitting soft moans.

As her fingers continued to tease you her touch was only limited though sending you spiraling deeper into arousal as her fingers dipped into your pussy but immediately withdrawing leaving you wanting more.

Your breathing became more rapid. Your mind was clouded with lust, your body quivering as she continued driving you up and up not letting you cum.

You were desperate for release. The feeling of being on the edge was both frustrating and exciting. Every time she got you close, only to stop all movements, you felt like a pent-up animal ready to burst.

Your body was practically limp in Shuri's arms, your head resting on her shoulder she had been circling your clit, touching and teasing, and bringing you to the brink of ecstacy with her every touch for what had felt like a whole hour.

Your breathing was coming in short, rapid gasps, and your mind clouded with lust and anticipation.

" I can't shuri." You lazily mutter.

" I don't care take what i fucking give you." She replied harshly.

Your mascara was smudged and your lips were dry from all the broken moans and gasps that had escaped your lips.

You lost count of how many times she had denied you release. Your body no longer had the strength to hold itself up. Her fingers kept teasing and touching, sending you into a dizzy cycle.

She knew you couldn't take much more, but she decided to keep going she likes to see you struggle especially after being bratty.

It's like it had become a game for her pushing you to the brink and sending you tumbling back multiple times. You couldn't take it any longer, but she had other plans.

Her fingers moved quicker and quicker. She'd push and push, and just when you thought you'd had enough, she'd pull you back in again. This game left you breathless, your body quivering.

" I need to cum shuri p-please."

You begged for release, but she only pulled you back in again.

The feeling of being denied over and over again was painful but addictive. She denied you over and over and over again. Each time she stopped it was like a gut punch, but the build-up was making it even more intense.

You were almost there again your breathing grew heavier and heavier, your heart racing as your body shook as you desperately begged her for release again.

" Please!" You said on the brink once again.

Your mind was foggy your body was a writhing mess shuri suddenly stops halting all her movements.

You were in a daze, your body too overwhelmed to even protest your mind was numb and your thoughts were spinning out of control.

Your brain was to fuzzy to even think about saying anything more than begging for release, each denial leaving you feeling more and more desperate.

There were no more thoughts in your mind, only need.

"I won't disobey you anymore Shuri." you said your voice shaky from all the edging.

♡- Brat tamer! Shuri likes talking to you while she absolutely ruins you she says things like.

"Is that what you needed to be fucked like this? Fucking brat."

“Why are you being such a brat, huh? Maybe you want me to rough you up a bit. You need it, don’t you?”

"This all you needed, huh needed me to fuck you to get you to be a good girl?"

"I told you to stop it, didn't I baby? It's not my fault you didn't listen now look at you all teary and begging to come."

"You like pissing me off, huh?"

"Can you be a good girl for me and handle three more?"

"Since you want to have a smart fucking mouth I'm not gonna let you come. You can stay feeling denied and unsatisfied until I feel like you've learnt your lesson."

"I don't care about those tears usana you wanted my attention so now you've got it keep cumming."

" i love ruining this pussy."

"You got nothing to say baby? let me hear you. You were so fucking loud and bratty earlier."

"That's right. Let me feel it, pretty cum again."

"Look how much more well-behaved you are when I'm fucking your brains- out."

"Gonna fuck you so good, have you crying on it."

" This pussy just needed a good pounding my bratty girl just needed to get fucked hm?"

"See how good it you feels when you do as I say?"

"I want to fuck you speechless so you can’t talk back with that smart little mouth of yours."

"Come on me, baby, you can do it".

" You like when i spank this pussy don't you?"

"I want you to watch me ruin you look in the mirror."

"It's so much, I know. But look at you taking it so good."

♡- Brat tamer! Shuri likes choking you of course.

Her tatted hand slid over your throat. She enjoyed feeling your body tensing under her touch, the sound of your gasps as she applied more pressure.

She let you struggle for a few seconds before easing her grip. But then, with no warning, she squeezed tighter again, watching as you gasped for air.

You would beg for more as her hand left your throat, your body craving the feeling of the squeeze. Each time her hand tightened you struggled to breathe.

The lack of oxygen was making you light-headed your mind swimming in an endless fog.

As your vision started to get spotty, she wondered if she was going too far but she knew she wasn't because you could always tap her 3 times if it was too much.

⋆˙⟡♡-

"Get on your hands and knees."

You complied, quickly getting down on all fours and facing the headboard.

"You know what. Give me your hands."

You lay your cheek on the pillow putting your wrists behind your back, letting her take your wrists in her firm, but rough grasp.

"Can't have you running."

"Please," you whispered, your body still humming from the heat of her touch.

Before you could do anything, a loud smack echoed across your skin the burning sensation leaving you gasping.

"Shit! Shuri." you cried out, the burn was brutal, the sting making you wince and moan.

Your body tensed as the air filled with the sound of another smack, the sting hitting your bare ass again. You cried out in surprise and pain you squirmed in her grasp your mind racing.

As you moaned shamelessly, the rush of endorphins filled your mind even as your body burned. Your thoughts were consumed by this need for more pain, the sting of each spank sending your thoughts to another world.

"Little pain slut." She mumbled. It was all about control, her hands, her words and her quirk all working together to subdue you.

As the slaps left your ass burning hot, you heard the crackle and felt her hand coming towards you. Before you could brace yourself, you felt another fierce, stinging slap hit your ass.

" Fuck!"

You made shuri jealous with a girl anddddd..

⋆˙⟡♡-

With your eyes still squeezed shut, all you could focus on was the pressure of her finger slipping inside slowly.

Your toes curled and you bit your bottom lip, struggling to remain quiet. She was only the first knuckle deep and your head was already spinning.

" Fuck, baby, you’re such a messy girl.”

“Mmm,” She hummed from behind you. “So warm-” Her second knuckle slid inside, then her voice sounded closer. “-wet-” she purred.

“-and tight."

“Feel good?" She asked.

“Yes. Very…” you moaned.

“Want another ?”

"Yes."

She chuckled again as she slipped a single digit back inside.

“Forgetten your manners?” she taunted, stilling inside you.

“Please Shuri,” you moaned when she dragged her finger back out again.

And any bit of torture you felt disappeared the instant you felt her start to push two digits back in.

" Fuck me Shuri please."

Your lips parted, another plea ready on your tongue, only to come out in a sharp gasp the moment she rammed both fingers back inside your dripping hole.

“Fuck!” you cried out, but she left you no time to recover, immediately starting to finger fuck you at a slow, steady pace she scissored, curled, and pumped her fingers in and out.

Slowly she started to increase the speed, plunging deeper with each thrust and bringing you closer and closer.

“You think that girl could fuck you like this?” she taunted, her lips dragging along your neck as she bent over you.

She used her own body weight to push her fingers deeper. “You think she could make you feel this good? Know exactly how to please you? All the right spots?” She accented the last word with a swipe of her thumb across your throbbing clit.

You were so close. So fucking close. Just a few more swipes.

"I’m close!” you cried out but she pulled her fingers away.

“Fuck Shuri im sorry!” you murmured frantically.

“Shut up."

You opened your mouth to protest, beg her more, only to have it filled with two, wet fingers. She shoved them to the back of your throat.

“I don't think you should come you disobeyed me earlier didn't you?” She seethed against your ear.

You nodded your head the taste of your own slick filled your mouth as your tongue rolled along her fingers.

“You’ll get your release but im just going to give it to you over and over again untill you beg me to stop since you were so desperate for it."

“Got it?” She whispers in your ear.

" Yes shuri."

⋆˙⟡♡-

A/n : ZAMN! 😩😩😩 need her bad she can like tame me anytime 🏋🏿‍♀️!

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Maybe It's The Jazz

Pairing: Shuri x F!Reader

Warning: N/A

Word Count: 1.7k+

Summary/Request: PART 2 FOR STOP TRYINGGGGG!!!!

Author’s Note: I got about 20k requests to do a part 2 so here it is my babies. Even though it is fanfiction, I personally have sense so I like when my reader does as well. Anything that is underlined is a link to a previous story I wrote in case you haven't read it already. Enjoy!!!

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Two years. It has been two long years since you walked out of her life. Two silent years since you have seen your ex-fiance. To say those years were easy for you would be a complete lie. 

You had moved to the south of Italy and bought a beautiful beach house on the coast where nobody could bother you or disturb your peace. That peace only existed in your mind for a week. For the first month, all you could do was cry. Cry at the water’s shoreline as the sun kissed your forehead in comfort. Cry in the shower as the water provided a gentle pat on the back and cry on your afternoon walks as the wind tried to wipe your tears away. Sleep no longer became your safe place as your mind was riddled with the memories of your soon-to-be-wife cuddled up behind you, her nose brushing against your shoulder and just feeling safe in her presence. 

Loving Shuri was the first time you had ever let anyone see the real you and the probability of her nervous self asking you out on your first date leading the two of you to get engaged was not something you expected at all. The two of you had been able to grow so much as individuals but also as a pair. You bared your souls to one another. Shuri breathed life into you and you did the same for her. You two fit together so seamlessly until you didn’t. 

You didn’t regret leaving her at all. It allowed you to focus on why you are deserving of the best and truly prioritize certain things in your life. Your skin cleared magnificently, you felt like you were physically in the best shape of your life and you have been able to live your life to your hearts’ desire without any worry.  You didn’t get seriously involved with anyone again but you have your fair share of dates and hookups during your separation. You have already forgiven her for her mistakes in your heart as you know that a number of things could have been clouding her mind at the time. Staying in that environment wouldn’t have done either of you any good. You know that if you were able to find love once, you are most definitely going to find it again. That was until love came knocking on your door one starry night. 

You were in the middle of practicing a new pasta recipe as your chef that would usually come over for dinner had gotten sick. It was safe to say that the food you were attempting to make may or may not be safe for human consumption. It was 9:32 p.m., soft jazz played in the background and you had just smoked the cutest pink joint you rolled before deciding to cook. Maybe that’s why your food might end up in the garbage. You swayed your hips to the music and just allow yourself to feel free, arms swinging in the air with a smile stacked onto your face. You hadn’t felt this way for an eternity. The soft jiggle of your doorbell took you out of your elevated haze and brought you back down to earth. You had a strict policy about having guests come over past nine, so your mind is curious as you waltz over to the door, determined to figure out who thinks they can bypass your own rules. 

You couldn’t help the startled gasp that left your mouth as you peered through your peephole. It’s her. It’s the Queen of Wakanda. It’s – your mind wouldn’t even allow you to utter her name, as it brought pain to your spirit just thinking about it. You raced back to the kitchen to throw off your apron and shut off the stoves. Why are you in a rush all of a sudden? What is the hurry for? It’s not as if you prayed everyday for Bast to return Shuri to you on a silver platter. That you wished and wished until you had no energy left to see her sculpted face one more time or be able to hold her in your arms again. Okay. Maybe you did. Dreams do come true and yours had found her way back to you. 

Opening your front door, you were met with the strong presence of your ex-lover. With a single rose in hand, Shuri let out a shaky breath upon seeing you for the first time you had left. Your beauty still left her starstruck. She had imagined this day so many times, over and over, wanting nothing more but to pour her heart out to you and prove that she is a changed woman.

She realized that too much of her identity was shelved into how many tests she could perform, not how she shows up for people. It is a mistake she made for a very long time and promised herself she wouldn't let that become who she was meant to be, especially after finding the book T’Challa had left for the two of you.

Her mind had convinced her that you were in danger and that you were in constant need of protection but what could she have done if you told her to leave you alone. Shuri couldn’t sleep at night either, barely keeping up with eating properly and continually failed her science projects that she was once a prodigy at. Like you, time has allowed her to reevaluate her life. Being that you were her life, Shuri realized that no matter how much she wanted you back, getting you would not solve the issue at hand. She had to heal herself. This was the first time she was truly alone in that sense so navigating through her own mind, thoughts and actions felt like a never ending punishment at first but allowed her to blossom in the most beautiful ways.  

She spent a lot of her time journaling, speaking with her ancestors as well as trying not to let her past mistakes define her. As she wished to shed the previous version of herself, the hardest part was convincing her mind that she too is worthy and deserving of a love that lasts a century. She just couldn't shake the feeling that the love she wished to experience again was you. That is why she stood before you now. 

“Hello,” she said, her voice a slightly deeper than before but still commanding the attention of anyone she spoke to. Her hair was thicker, curlier but she still had that gorgeous undercut on the sides. She wore a sporty gray two piece, with her signature kimoyo earrings and what is that? A nose piercing? Okay. 

“I have so many things I would like to say to you if you give me the chance. I know showing up here without letting you know may be strange but I couldn't take it any longer.” 

You felt your heart race. It hasn’t done that in so long. You are mature enough to hear her out and listen to her words but you do wonder, knowing that time can truly change a person, if you are going to be met by the same Shuri. Just based on her present energy and stance, you can tell that this is a woman with intention standing before you. 

Sitting in a comfortable silence outside on your porch, the ocean’s breeze greeted the two of you. Memories of the lengthy time you had spent together in Haiti on similar nights like this, under completely different circumstances. The rose she offered you laid between the grasp of your fingers, unsure of what to do next. She had just admitted that she hasn’t stopped thinking about you in the two years since you’ve been gone. 

“I realized that even if I get the chance to be in your space again, I was going to have to fix the issue. I was going to have to fix myself,” her stark eyes never leaving yours, hand holding onto your free one and mind determined for you to see that she has transformed. She began to explain how she had truthfully done the inner work to address all the problems that she had within herself and reflected as well as seeking counsel from those closest to her. She just wanted you to hear her out, seeing as though the last time you had seen each other, Shuri didn’t have any words to share with you. Her heart and thoughts were no longer shielded by the insecurities and misfortunes of the past. 

“Allow me to be the woman I was meant to be for you. Please. Allow me to love you the way you deserve and —,”

Her voice faded away as your eyes closed shut. Are you really willing to let her just walk back into your life when you are at your most peaceful? You aren’t opposed to loving again and you have healed your wounds. Your mind was in a healthy place as well as your physical and mental and love was the last thing you wanted to check off of your list. Shuri used to be your happy place and sanctuary. The least you could do is give her another chance.

You set your rose down on the coffee table to your right and turned to Shuri. Her eyes pleaded for you and spirit yearned for yours. Pulling her close to you, your lips ghosted around each other, feeling the light weight of her breath on you before carefully connecting your mouths. Scared and delicate. That’s how you would describe the kiss the two of you shared until you found ourselves back in the familiar pattern the two of you once shared.

Your chest warmed up and your heart felt like it might burst. She’s back. She’s back and she’s better. This is all you ever wanted. As much as you missed your relationship, you knew it was far more important for the two of you to heal no matter how much time had passed and now, the two of you can reclaim that love and start over. One step at a time. 

You two knew that your souls just needed a little bit of time to recognize one another once more. There is no need to rush.  

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Marry Me

Shuri x Reader

WARNING: WAKANDA FOREVER SPOILERS

Author’s Note: Soooo yes I know I have been away for a while due to personal reasons but today I treated myself to seeing Wakanda Forever and omggg just a perfect masterpiece. Shuri especially stole my heart so you already know I had to write a lil’ something so here we go.

Loss. It can either make you stronger or you allow it to smother you until you have nothing left. Sometimes the most beautiful things come out of the most tragic events. Though it isn’t a favorite, would we truly be able to evolve without it? In order to bring in something new, something must go. Wakanda has gone through a season of tremendous loss. From extending an olive branch to other nations making them victim to those with greed in their hearts causing them to attack their outreach plants even their beloved Golden Tribe took a major hit losing not one leader but three leaving behind the nation’s beloved Princess to mourn and forced into leadership. Thankfully she had you. The both of you were the best of friends and of course with some friendships they evolve into something more. The people of Wakanda considered you two soulmates by the way you two are so equally yoked.. but even a soulmate can test you. The thought of not having Shuri by your side made your heart fall to your stomach but what were you to do when all the built up anger and frustration weighed in on her making you a target sometimes. For crying out loud all you want to do is love her yet it doesn’t seem like it’s enough. 

Coronation day has finally arrived. Though in mourning there was a certain happiness feeding into the atmosphere of Wakanda’s people. Pain didn’t stop anyone from cooking delicious food and dressing up in their best to honor who they lost and give celebrate Shuri rising up to take her rightful place as queen of Wakanda. Everyone seemed to be getting ready except for you, last night you tried expressing yourself to your beloved Shuri and somehow it turned into one of the worst fights you ever had. 

-FLASHBACK- 

“Y/N for the hundredth time I told you, everything is fine yet you don’t seem to get that!” Shuri screamed. Your heart was racing at the sound of your love raising her voice at you.

“For the love of God Shuri you are not listening to me! You never do but you can make time for this science stuff though..” you said. Shuri gasped in disgust, shaking she pointed to the door and whispered “Get out..” frozen in disbelief you couldn’t believe the words coming out of Shuri’s mouth. Not obeying her command only added fuel to the toxic fire burning inside her heart as she approached you getting face to face. Her being taller than you wasn’t an issue until now, it filled your heart with anxiety knowing Shuri is much more stronger than you

“You disobey your queen..?” She asked. You could feel her breath brush across your lips making your knees weak. It made you almost forget you were in a fight until her hands pressed against your chest shoving you away forcing you out of your trance. “I got things to do and things to take care of Y/N..get OUT!” Choked up you were left speechless and rushed out of the lab.

-END OF FLASHBACK-

 It’s been a week since that happened and you haven’t had the courage to even reach out to Shuri. The past few days only consisted of sitting by the water and staying in your cozy apartment you moved into when you left your life in America behind. Sitting in the small grassy area where the elephants drank their water and bonded is the only thing that brought you peace. You even shared a sacred conversation with Queen Ramonda here.

-FLASHBACK-

“Remember Y/N as your funeral garments burn..you are letting go so that you can open the door to healing” said Ramonda with her arms around you swaying you slowly from side to side. Your life has taken a turn for the worst losing your father and dealing with the overwhelming heartbreak of T’Challa dying at the same time. Being strong can only go so far , God definitely gave you the grace to not only endure the loss of your own father but to have your arms open to comforting Shuri as well. Choked up to watched the garments in the fire slowly turn to ashes, your tears flowing like a river began to feel like ice as the wind gust from the water brushed against your face and through your kinky hair.

“How long..” you sniffled “how long will I feel this pain? Queen mother I have no one now..T’Challa was my best friend, my father loved me when my mother didn’t..and on top of all of that I still try to love Shuri..yet her pain is pushing me away..” you said looking up, watching as the sky turned from sunset to nightfall, all the stars started to glow. “Did God forget about me..?”

Barely getting the words out you cried out and with no hesitation Ramonda wrapped you in her arms and held you like you were her own baby. “Y/N..God did not forget about you. You have been blessed with people who love you. I love you. This storm will pass over and the sun will rise again.” The queen was able to give you the love your mother couldn’t give you, she filled a hole in your heart that was always empty. Rocking you back and fourth, she then took the hem of her garment and wiped your tears away, “and as far as my daughter is concerned..she loves you and the storm hovering her heart will pass too, my prayer is that until you join the ancestors and are welcomed into God’s loving arms you two will be there for each other and love one another..”

She then looked you in the eyes with her beautiful dark brown eyes, the lights from the stars reflected on her tears. “Promise me?” You knew this was a big promise but you also had to remind yourself that we must all forgive in order to be forgiven. Slowly, you took a deep breath in and breathed out.

“I promise..”

-END OF FLASHBACK-

That’s a moment you said you’ll cherish forever. Especially now that Ramonda has gone to be with the ancestors. You weeped but you knew you couldn’t be in this slump forever. The smell of the fresh water and wind massaging your skin gave you comfort. Yet the storm hovering over the love you and Shuri hasn’t left yet, but you had something that no one else did. Faith.

Sudden rustling in the grass startled you. Heart racing you quickly got up with your spear in the hand. The closer the sound got the more your heart beat.

“Aye yo!” You recognized that voice, it was RiRi. “Girl it’s just me, put that thing down” you let out a loud sigh of relief letting your spear fall on the sand. Thank God you didn’t look like what you been through but your best friend couldn’t definitely see it in your eyes.

“Girl how did you find me here?” You asked. RiRi wrapped her arms around you, giving you a big hug “Well those tracker beads gave away your location, two I was worried , and three it’s almost time for your girl ceremony..you ain’t dressed”

You chuckled and shook your head “Girl she ain’t spoke to me in a week cause of a weak argument..would she really want me there?”

RiRi looked at you shocked but you tried holding in your laughter because it was different seeing her in traditional Wakandan garments. She rolled her eyes at you knowing you were about to clown her , “Girl look now’s not the time for that. Life is way too short besides it wouldn’t feel right for you not to be there after all you two be through. Just let it pass and just be happy.”

Even though RiRi was looking crazy, she was right. Grudges can’t be held forever and it wouldn’t be right to miss out on this big ceremony.

After putting out your little bond fire you walked back to the palace where the royal assistants were eager to get you dressed.

-SHURI’S POV-

Looking at herself in the mirror. The princess felt honored yet hurt. Life has chewed her up and spit her out. Having lost 3 of the most beloved people that truly knew her besides you her true love. All she could do was sigh at the thought of you. She longed for the warmth of your touch. Shuri’s hurt has consumed her so to where she can’t even let you in emotionally. This storm must pass because she knows she has no one left.

The doors to my chambers opened wide letting in a bright light. Shuri turned to its direction eyes squinted from the brightness. There stood Okoye with her staff in hand. Life had thrown the book at her as well but still found the courage to stand strong during this difficult time.

“We are ready for you Shuri..it is time” the soon to be ruler of Wakanda took another look at herself in the mirror before joining her, all she could think about was you and how she pushed you away making you leave her lab. “Where is Y/N?”

Okoye sighed deeply, “I’m sure she will be there but right now we need you ready”

That made the royal’s heart sink to her stomach with brokenness but she knew regardless the show must go on.

- YOUR POV-

Standing next to RiRi she comforted you through the whole ordeal. Looking at your surroundings the air was crisp, the sun shined beautifully, and the sound of the Wakandans singing filled the air as they danced rejoicing their protector becoming queen.

All the anger you had left your body as the people’s happiness recharged a happiness you haven’t had in a long time. Amongst the loudness RiRi nudged you to get your attention.

“So I checked the mail the other day and I saw you had a letter from the Avengers..” your heart dropped..you had forgotten Fury offered you a job. Arguing with Shuri made you tell him you would get back with him. What could you say? It’s a great offer but you were stuck between a rock and a hard place because it was made out of emotion and not logic.

You looked at RiRi shrugging your shoulders, “to be real with you I haven’t decided..”

“Surely you’re not leaving Shuri..”

Before you could say anything else Shuri’s arrival was announced. The ship slowly lowered onto the water. The world stopped once the door opened..there she was your love. She had on the most beautiful ceremonial outfit covered in jewels made with vibranium, half her face painted, she was just breath taking. She looked to the crowd and it seemed as if time stopped once she made eye contact with you. Whatever choice you had to make, it had to be made soon.

You snapped back into reality once the elder made her grand announcement “Ladies and Gentlemen of Wakanda I present to you our queen!” Cheers roared, it could be heard for miles. It warmed my heart to know that no one wanted to challenge for the thrown. Shuri has been through enough as is

“And now to crown her..” the elder stops and points to you, “lady Y/N..come crown our queen” You froze.

RiRi jumped up and down excited for you, “Girlll get up! This moment is huge”

For a second you couldn’t feel the bottom half of your body you were so nervous but you knew it had to be done. Embarrassing yourself was not an option. Removing your garment covering your dress you take the hand of the elder as she walks you onto the cold shallow water.

Looking down. Your eyes stayed glued to your feet gliding through the clean crisp water until your feet met your lover’s feet. You were so close your toes made contact making you shiver. The elder gently placed the royal necklace in your hands, looking up at Shuri is when your eyes met. You could feel her looking deep into your soul. Shuri gave you a soft smile and lowered her head making her bouncy curls tickle your nose. With a big smile on your face you place the necklace around her neck and plant the most delicate kiss on her forehead.

“Congratulations beautiful “

A moment that seemed so beautiful got ruined by your anxiety tapping at your heart. This is the most you two have been intimate, heck she didn’t even apologize for pushing you. It was like the enemy was playing tricks on your heart and mind. Then here came the tears. You sighed letting tears fall down your face, “congratulations..” you whispered. As fast as you could you turned away leaving the ceremony leaving everyone including the love of your life speechless.

After the ceremony hours passed by, the ceremonial reception was taking place and everyone seemed to be having fun. Everyone except the new queen and you. You had hid due to the embarrassment you brought upon yourself. Ramonda always welcomed you to her office that included a library. There you sat in her favorite chair reading Nick Fury’s letter extending his invitation to join the Avengers. Temperating as it may seemed. Was it worth leaving the life you built here in Wakanda? It was like your second home.

Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the door opening slowly, with nerves shot you tried hiding under Ramonda’s old desk.

“You know I can see you Y/N” you knew that voice anywhere. It was Okoye. Getting up with the letter in your hand you looked at her. You could tell she was both disappointed and worried about you.

“S-sorry I just had to have a moment..” you said.

“Y/N..look I know things have been hard between you and queen Shuri but whatever it is must be worked out.”

Sighing and shaking your head holding back tears you replied “Okoye..she looked me dead in my eyes, pushed me, and told me to get out..how do I-“

“Y/N..” she interrupted, “you must forgive. Forgiveness will kill whatever grudges are hurting your heart..”

-SHURI’S POV-

For a moment Shuri had to pull herself away from the overwhelming excitement of the party. The people of this great nation wanting to do nothing but shower her with love but the only love she wanted was the tender caring love you shower her with even though she doesn’t always give it back. Looking at a picture of the two of you she kept on her desk she couldn’t help but tear up.

“Shuri..” she jumped and turned around only to see Nakia standing in the entrance way. “What are you doing here? You’re missing your party.”

Shuri sighed and took another look at the picture of you two. “I cant lose her Nakia, she means so much..”

“Then apologize to her Shuri..I’m sure she will forgive you” said Nakia, before she could say another word she watched Shuri as she reached for something out of her pocket..it was a small box. Nakia gasped and was left speechless, “is that..?”

“Yes” said Shuri. It was in fact a ring but not just any ring. Her mother’s ring. Opening the box to show Nakia the ring sparkled brightly, big, oval shaped with an iridescent diamond. “I want to propose to Y/N tonight in the heart shaped herb garden”

Nakia embraced Shuri in a tight hug with so much joy and happiness. “This is good news! But how will this work with Fury’s offer?”

Shuri was taken aback by Nakia’s question. “Fury? What does he want?”

“Oh you didn’t know..?”

“Know what?” Shuri asked.

“Well..he offered Y/N a job and I didn’t know if you knew or not..I’m pretty sure she hasn’t responded yet but if I were you I’d at least talk to her..”

This broke Shuri’s heart all over again but she knew she couldn’t lose you. Not again.

Without hesitation Shuri called Okoye with her beads. “Okoye..”

The former general answered with you still in the room mouthing you to be quiet.

“Yes queen?”

“If you could find Y/N for me..bring her to the herb garden.”

“As you wish..”

-END OF SHURI’S POV-

The former general looked at you after hanging up. “You heard her. You’ve been summoned to the heart shaped herb garden..that’s an order lady Y/N”

Opening up the door for you, you took a deep breath leaving out of Ramonda’s office leaving the letter behind on the desk.

-THE GARDEN-

Breathtaking wasn’t the only word to describe the garden but it was simply that. It’s been a while since you and the others helped Shuri plant the new herbs. Now the place has grown, heart shaped herbs everywhere, looking up stood willow trees glowing purple along with the herbs. You think to yourself you may make this your new hide away spot.

Before taking another step you look forward to see your love with her back turned away from you. Your mind began to race since this is the first time you two actually had alone time in a while. You took a deep breath and shook off the anxiety, “Don’t be a coward Y/N” you said to yourself.

Walking up to Shuri you noticed she placed white roses on the ground. Your favorite flower . With each step you picked them up until finally to approached your lover. Slowly reaching out your hand you gently touched her back.

“It’s about time you showed up Y/N” said Shuri as she turned to face you.

You were just in awe of your lover but you thought to yourself she must be up to something because she is dressed in her absolute best. Her royal necklace meshed perfectly with her black and purple dress along with her kimoyo bead earrings. Closely you noticed the notes of purple was the precious metal vibranium and of course you couldn’t help but notice she went old school with the shoes. You chuckled “You look stunning my love but what are thoseee?”

Shuri immediately thought about when she teased T’Challa with his old school style and busted out laughing. She hasn’t laughed like that in a long time and she loved the feeling it gave her. “I gave it some thought and turns out my brother wasn’t crazy after all”

Showering each other with laugher Shuri managed to pull herself together and held her hands within yours and pulled you close. So close your foreheads touched. “I missed you my love..please forgive me.” All the anxiety and hurt just melted away from your body. Shuri’s hands felt soft and smooth like silk yet strong and firm. The smell of coconut oil from her curls kissed your nose. You were finally at peace, this was the happiness you were craving for a long time.

“I missed you so much too my love.. of course I forgive you “

Shuri looked into your eyes placing her hand on your cheek. “Then please tell Fury no..”

Nick? Dang it she found out which made you sign out of frustration. “RiRi told you didn’t she? I knew she was up to something when she went though my mail..”

Shuri was taken aback and chuckled at what you said. “Umm no baby, Nakia told me”

You rolled your eyes. “So everyone is going through my mail.” you laugh then look into Shuri’s eyes that glowed along with the herbs, “baby listen becoming an Avenger has always been my dream but yet Wakanda is my second home. But since you’re so keen on it, why should I stay?”

“I can show you better than telling you baby” Shuri said placing a kiss on your forehead.

“Hit me with your best shot my Queen”

“Hmm…” You were confused but then your heart began to skip a beat when your love slowly got down on one knee. Tears of happiness and gratitude formed into your eyes

“Baby..” you smiled “what are you—“ before you could speak Shuri presented you with Ramonda’s ring.

Seeing Shuri begin to cry only wanted to make you cry. “Y/N..for the longest I struggled with my faith. I lost so much until I thought God forgot about me but I always said if He hasn’t then I would love to have the opportunity to express my love for you and present you with a ring.” Shuri took a moment to get herself together. She was so nervous because she knew she hurt you but was praying you wouldn’t leave. “My love..I promise to cherish and love you forever. Would you do the absolute honor of marrying me? I need you..”

Speechless all you could do was cry and nod. “Yes..” emotions began to erupt as she placed the ring on your finger that fit perfectly. Shuri then got up and pulled you into a warm embrace wiping your tears with the hem of your garment. “I love you baby” Shuri said choked up with emotion.

Smiling from ear to ear you kissed her nose. “I love you more my love” You then sealed the deal with a beautiful delicate kiss filled with love and passion. You are truly a match made in heaven indeed.

[lokifys]

my baby girl :(

I'm Not Sure

Pairing: Shuri x F!Reader

Warning: Just sad really. Angst. Self-Discovery. Self Doubt

Summary/Request: Our baby Shuri has been through a lot and she needs an outlet.

Word Count: 1.4k+

Author’s Note: I know i've been releasing a lot of smut filled fic but I really wanted to capture Shuri is her truest form ( in my head at least)

Taglist :  @melodykisses, @blackhottie25, @tonakings, @coalmistyy, @szalipcombo, @prettyluhlaiiii, @yelenabelovasgf, @callmeoncette, @clqrosmgc, @beautybyfire, @homelessmicechild, @shurisbitch

Translations: Sthandwa = My love

Shuri’s head rests on your lap, hands caressing the sides of your hips as soft African lofi plays in the background while you two are resting in her bedroom. One of your hands travels through the maze of her curls, aiding in a soothing feeling to the woman whose mind did not allow her to rest. You are currently occupied with a book that T’Challa had left for you and Shuri to read that he had written for you. A token of love he felt for the two of you as individuals and as a pair he knew would stand the test of time. Sweet but also five hundred pages long. His heart was truly in it.

Today was one of those quiet days for Shuri. She barely responded to her colleagues at her laboratory, her mind constantly wandered to a thousand different realms during council meetings and she couldn’t seem to find her footing anymore when it came to building and trying to help her country.

Ever since she had lost her last family member, everyday Princess Shuri would always ask herself the same question and always come to no definite conclusion: who am I? For the longest time, her identity rested in her achievements or titles bestowed upon her by others. She wasn’t necessarily questioning her abilities to get tasks or assignments done; she still excelled as a scientist and during her training with the Dora but that’s just it. Is that all she is? A scientist and the Black Panther? These questions made her feel as though she was experiencing an existential crisis at the mere age of 21 but in all honesty, it has been making her so anxious and uneasy.

Turning to Bast felt like a waste of time to her since she was abandoned by her family in the ancestral plane and the last words she heard from her mother “show them who you are” didn’t resonate with her at any degree because who is she truly? Clearly her mother saw something in her that she still cannot and the fact that she doesn’t have any family to help her navigate this journey of self discovery at times pushed her over the edge.

How is she meant to find purpose and reasoning in this world that doesn’t seem to stop taking from her? She’s sure that pretty soon all that will be left of her is her name. The advancements that she has contributed to the world of science have only made it easier for her to ignore the deep rooted feeling of confusion that she felt within the depths of her soul.

Sighing out in frustration, Shuri quickly raised her head away from you, sending the book in your hand flying and giving herself an excruciating headache. Grumbling under her breath, she couldn’t help but feel pathetic. Even when she’s alone with her love, her mind still plays games on her and she seems to fall for it every single time. Luckily she has been more open and honest with you about how she has been coping with her state of being but it has been getting harder and harder everyday to put on a smile and march forward.

Climbing off the bed, she went to retrieve your novel for you, looking enticing might I add, with a simple white tank top and pair of black spanx that showed off her incredible physique that she has been training so hard to achieve. Delicately grabbing the book off the floor, Shuri felt her blood run cold as she skimmed the cover, eyes darting back and forth thinking this was yet again another trick being played on her. To My Loves by T’Challa Udaku it read. That is the name he had for the two of you, even far before Shuri had mustered up the courage to ask you to be hers. Tears filled her eyes and they eventually littered the novel in her hands. Shoulders slouched over, shaking with no intention to stop any time soon, she made her way back to the bed and buried her face in your shoulder crying until she didn’t have the energy to continue.

“Awe baby what’s going on? Is it the book? I’m sorry he told me to show it to you once I finish. I can put it away if–”

The cries became heavier and tears came out harder as she dropped her full weight on top of you, squeezing you in her arms as if you are meant to disappear at any second and honestly speaking you just might. Her mind goes back to the love her brother had for the two of you, always telling her, “Shuri, you know you’ve got a special one and you need to do everything in your power to keep her. You two are a lot more similar than you think.”

All this time she has spent searching, questioning and debating her existence and place in this world, it never dawned on her that the one person who knows her more than any other soul she’s come across might be able to truly navigate her feelings of despair. Of course T’Challa wrote a book for you and Shuri, he could never once hide his adoration for how much you have been able to help Shuri bring out the light that has always been inside of her and he also teased that the two of you would one day reign side by side as the Queens of Wakanda. If only he was here to provide his guidance to her just one last time.

“How am I supposed to be,” she sniffles, eyes meeting yours tears overflowing from her cheeks and staining her shirt, “your woman and love you the way you deserve if I can’t even understand who I am? My mind won’t give me a break and I can’t keep doing this.” Her speech is decorated with hiccups and pauses, showcasing a side of Shuri you haven’t seen in such a long time. She is normally so stoic and tall in her presence but she is now quite literally in shambles, unable to get proper handle for herself.

It’s about time she broke down like this. She’d been trying to just hold these feelings hostage without any real release and now she can truly start to move forward even if she didn’t see it that way.

“How does being the world's smartest woman or a princess help me deal with the fact that I’m lost sthandwa? How does any of this black panther nonsense help me—”

“Baby,” you cooed, wiping her tears, heart breaking at the sight ,”I need you to take a couple of breaths okay? Can you do that for me?”

Roughly shaking her head in disagreement, she continued “How is breathing gonna help if I don’t want—”

“Shuri! Please. Breathe. Right now.”

One, two, three, four, she counted in her head. Maybe she was doing too much or overreacting instead of thinking things through logically.

“Everything you are feeling is valid my love.” She has been doing a lot of thinking out loud in her most vulnerable moments. “The last thing you need to do is worry your pretty head about how you can be better for me when I accept you for all that you are.”

Shifting around in her grasp, you reach for the love letter her brother dedicated to her. Opening to the first page, you placed the book in her hands.

“Here. Read it. All you need right now is a little something to ground you.”

Deep down, she still has not been able to come to terms with her brother’s passing so the thoughts of reading his words, knowing his voice would be speaking to her scared her more than anything. Sensing her hesitance, you gently rubbed a hand on her back. “I’m right here with you. Don’t worry too much, okay?”

Slowly nodding, she gathered herself to uncover the true last words her brother had for her.

“To my Shuri. Firstly you are mine. Everything that you are comes from your heart and nothing can ever compete with how much you have changed me as a man—.” She closes the pages, heart fluttering at his kind words but the feeling of his absence taking over her once again.

Maybe this is exactly what she needed. A chance to see herself through the lenses of those who celebrated her the most. She always held her brothers’ words in the highest regard so maybe he hasn’t completely abandoned her after all. She can already start to feel a shift within herself.

Bast, she whispers in her mind, thank you.

Maybe it’s not so bad to believe again.