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wheredafandomat · 2 years

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Two Ps in a pod

Partnership and pleasure

Loki x female avenger reader

18+ | contains smut

Despite all that had happened including Loki dying, then coming back to life, then dying, then coming back to life, the blip, then dying, then coming back to life, being a prisoner for a while which resulted in him faking his death and then returning, you and Loki had still ended up finally together. At last. Throughout all the dilemmas, you remained at Lokis side however you were merely friends disguising your true feelings behind casual dating with others and lingering touches between you both. Now however, you had finally admitted your feelings to one another and were free to be together. Your relationship was almost perfect. You got along well together of course, you knew each other well and you were comfortable around each other. The only problem in this typical friends to lovers trope was the lovers part. You and Loki just weren’t compatible in bed which you quickly discovered the first time you had sex.

“That was nice.” Loki spoke, breaking the silence between you both as he laid against his bed, looking up at the ceiling.

“Very” you answered, clutching the duvet over your chest as you too stared at the ceiling “whilst it lasted.” You added quietly.

“What was that?” He queried, glancing at you.

“Nothing.” You quickly answered, beginning to stand up as you wrapped the duvet around yourself. “You should probably be going.”

“This is my room.”

“Right” you nodded “well, I should probably get going.” You corrected yourself, making your way towards Lokis bedroom door.

“Y/n wait” he called after you before you stopped in your tracks “will you be going to Wandas engagement party tonight?”

“Yes.” You answered, rolling your eyes, of course you’d be going. You continued to walk out, opening the door before running towards your room with Lokis duvet still fastened around your body.

Once you arrived back in your room, you collapsed against your bed with a sigh. You thought that your first time with him would be perfect. You had seen him shirtless before, his muscles, his long dexterous fingers, the sinful outline of his length whenever he wore something tight fitting or shorts. You had imagined him being intimate with you plenty of times and yet you couldn’t help but be disappointed when it didn’t go right. In fact it was terrible. The best two seconds were cut short by Loki ejaculating onto your inner thigh. All in all, sex with Loki was a disaster.

Picking up your phone, you decided to message the girls group chat and get the party started early.

Super Bitches and Witches 🤪

Y/N: Emergency, my room now!

Nattie 👩🏻‍🦰: Do I need a gun or a blade

Wan 🧙🏻‍♀️: ???

Y/N: Just get here now! And bring alcohol someone!!

Meanwhile, Loki was drowning himself in whisky as he confided in his brother as well as a couple of other members of this motley crew he had grown to call friends.

“It was awful.” He huffed, sipping his drink as Bucky’s eyes met with Sams offering him a serious expression which done nothing for keeping him from laughing.

“It can’t have been that bad.” Thor tried to console him, hitting his back causing Loki to choke on his drink.

“He literally came in like two seconds.” You fake gagged, before downing another shot of vodka.

“No way.” Natasha laughed.

“Like he’s pleasing aesthetically—”

“Meaning he’s big.” Natasha interrupted, gesturing to Wanda who seemed enthralled by your story.

“Exactly” you noted before continuing “but like it was all wrong.”

“Can I—can I look?” Wanda asked, gesturing to your head.

“Knock yourself out.” You shrugged before she placed her index fingers on your temples, closing her eyes and focusing.

“WRONG HOLE LOKI!” You gasped.

“S-sorry.”

“I’ve seen enough.” She spoke, retreating from your mind.

“I know right. We’re just not compatible in bed at all.” You whined.

“You need to talk to him.” Natasha declared.

“Yeah, teach him the ways.” Wanda agreed.

“You need to talk to her.” Bucky spoke up.

“Yeah, tell her what you like.” Sam nodded.

“Yeah” Loki smiled, feeling a little more energised “I’m not the problem, I’m a god, a sex god—”

“Wouldn’t go that far.” Thor choked out.

“I know how to please a woman, it must be her.” Loki declared before sipping another drink.

“Yeah, it’s definitely him.” Wanda agreed, pouring you another drink.

“Yeah, I’m great in bed, he’s the bad one, cumming in like three seconds.” You scoffed. “Unbelievable.”

As the night progressed, you got showered and dressed, opting for a short black dress which you accompanied with some heels. The girls rarely left your room, making cocktails as they sang along to your music, changing into their party clothes. Wanda had let you and Nat know that unlike your Loki, Vis was perfect in bed and if left you feeling even more unsatisfied knowing that your perfect partner just couldn’t sate you. Perhaps this was simply just balance prevailing.

The rest of the men had left, going into their separate rooms to get ready for the party whilst Loki sat wallowing as he clutched the bottle of whisky. He had slept with women before, women who spent the night screaming his name and yet with you, his perfect y/n, he just couldn’t make you feel good. He embarrassingly came too quickly, you didn’t even accept his offer of going down on you when he realised you were yet to arrive. Maybe this was just the price of finding your soulmate, awful sex. He decided to put the whole ordeal behind him as he got ready for the party, opting for a simple black suit.

You made your way towards the reception room, swaying slightly with your steps. You weren’t drunk, just tipsy but the heels weren’t making anything better. The sound of the elevator dinging on the opposite side of the hallway caught your attention and you smiled when your eyes met Lokis.

“Y/n.” He grinned, stepping out as he made his way towards you.

“Loki, I thought you’d be in there by now.” You spoke, walking towards him, the smell of his cologne evading your senses once you reached him.

“You look beautiful.” He commented, quickly pecking your lips once you reached one another. “And you smell divine.” He added, reaching back down to kiss your neck.

“Thanks” you giggled “you smell good too.”

“What is that?” He hummed, inhaling your scent.

“Probably my shower gel” you answered, moving your head to the side as he continued trailing his lips over your neck. Strangely you felt a wetness pooling between your legs. Gripping his chin with your fingers, you guided his head towards yours before kissing him. Loki tilted his head, deepening the kiss as he pulled you against him. Your lips moved against one another’s, you moaning into the kiss when he entered your mouth with his tongue. You could feel that Loki had an erection as he rutted against you, your tongues touching. You blamed the alcohol for your confidence, reaching between you both as you palmed his cock through his dress pants eliciting a low growl from him. Before you knew it, you were pinned against the wall, Loki kissing you as he moved his knee between your legs.

“Oh Loki.” You moaned slightly as he pressed his knee against your core, still pinning you to the wall. Lokis lips curled up into a smile at your reaction as he continued, your dress riding up your legs. Anyone could have walked into the hallway, he knew that, he knew that you knew that yet he continued and you didn’t stop him. The desire he felt for you had taken over his rational thoughts as he reached between you both, hand moving underneath your panties before he pressed two of his fingers against your clit making you moan lewdly, the sound only muffled by the music in the distance. His fingers moved through your folds, your legs widening as Loki leaned back down, capturing your moans as he kissed you. Your walls clenched around nothing, desperately wanting to be filled by him, his perfect cock you had had the pleasure of seeing. This was different from before, your body craved him, you yearned for more. He pushed his fingers into you, still swallowing your moans. “N-need to feel you.” You choked out as your hand brushed over Lokis length.

Wasting no time, Loki was quick to pull you into the storage closet opposite you both before switching the dim light on. You were quick to lift your dress up as Loki pulled your panties down. There was an eagerness that wasn’t present before. He undid his trouser button, unsheathing himself before you took him in your hand, feeling his cock twitch as you touched it. He revelled in the feeling for a moment before he recalled your earlier rendezvous. He pushed your hand away before turning you around and bending you over. You moved with him, bending over as you felt his cock against your ass before he slapped it causing you to squeal in pleasure.

“Fuck me.” You requested almost breathlessly, desperate to be filled. Abiding, Loki guided himself towards your entrance before he thrusted inside in one fell swoop. Your walls instantly clenched around him as he bared his teeth, moving his hips back before slamming into you again. The room was quickly full off the sounds of his skin slapping against yours as well as your combined moans. Noticing you balancing yourself with one hand whilst the other played with your clit, Loki picked your lowered hand up, placing it against the wall before he replaced it, toying with your clit causing you to see stars. “I’m soo close, don’t stoppp.” You begged, nearing the edge. Loki didn’t stop, he increased his pressure on your clit, driving into you until he felt your walls spasming as you came, his name falling from your lips. He thrust a few more times until he reached his climax too, almost barrelling over from the sensation.

You felt Loki softening inside of you as you both came down from your highs before he pulled out leaving a mixture of your arousal trickling down your legs. You couldn’t deny how mind blowing that was, maybe you really were compatible.

“Wow.” He breathed, sheathing himself.

“That was incredible.” You spoke.

“Glad you thought so.” He grinned, spinning you around before he kissed you deeply. Nothing could have been better than falling in love with your best friend.

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shadowthief78 · 1 year

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BLLK + What BnHA Quirks I Think They'd Have Loosely Based Off Their Canon Abilities & Personalities (And Why)

Chigiri: Super speed. Self explanatory.

Hiori: Some kind of temporary time stop/slow down, even if it's just a split second. "Technician of stillness" in the manga = being able to stop time and still move when others can't.

Bachira: Like Tokoyami's Dark Shadow but his Monster.

Isagi: Some computational thing where he can predict the outcomes of situations with increasing accuracy the better he knows the people involved. I spent too long thinking about this.

Shidou: Can grow and manipulate his hails, teeth, and hair into blades at will. Makes the restraints make more sense.

Nanase: Boosted jump power + falls super slowly. See Pop-Step if you read the BnHA Vigilantes. Does a lot of recon and distraction work.

Kurona: Rock manipulation. Includes (to a more limited extent) dirt, concrete, and sand.

Niko: Foresight to some degree. Uses it to similar effect as Isagi, but for him the future can change so not always as accurate if he predicts too soon.

Reo: Temporarily able to "steal" others' quirks and use them himself with a cooldown in between. The cooldown depends on the time he spends with the quirk.

Nagi: The energy he saves on daily living can be used to make his hits stronger, so he's really lazy.

Aryu: Can take a mental picture of himself at any time and the better he looks in the picture, the more strength/agility/etc he gains.

Tokimitsu: Can create shields/barriers around himself and other people or things. They reflect or repel anything that bounces off them like lasers or physical projectiles.

Yukimiya: Short-distance teleportation/portal-opening. Both himself and other things. Very good at one on one and close quarters fights.

Karasu: Summons a murder of crows that do whatever he wants. Not actual crows but like imaginary ones or something idk.

Otoya: Invisibility. Ninja.

Raichi: Changes the size of his hands like Kendo and punches people. Starting to use it more to block people's vision, etc.

Rin and Sae: Obv they'd have somewhat similar quirks because they're siblings. Frost/ice manipulation. Rin likes to give himself an ice mecha and smash things, Sae prefers to do more supportive and ranged stuff like creating cages and ramps.

Aiku: Controls speed, as long as someone's visible and in a certain range, he can greatly slow their physical movements.

Sendou: Just because of his name, some kind of sniper thing.

Barou: Shapeshifting. Turns into a lion or dragon most often.

Ness: Similar to La Brava, can boost the stats of whoever he focuses on based on how much he cares about them. Unsurprisingly, he uses it on Kaiser the most.

Kaiser: Telekenisis. Can use this to fly. This bitch took me even longer than Isagi's to figure out i hate him.

Grim: I know no one cares about this guy but he isn's bad looking in the latest chapter, which is why I'm including him. Quotes Shakespeare or similar and gains power based on the lines.

Noa: Space distortion. Uses it to dizzy and confuse his enemies and protect his allies.

Snuffy: Some overlooking thing. Can project his vision to a bird's eye view and still control himself. Maybe can also get information about a person's quirk the more he's in proximity or physical contact to them?

Lorenzo: Dies temporarily and can project his soul out of his body in a ghosty form. The time he spends in ghosty mode is related to the time he spends dead but he can't die for too long since he's like. Actually dead and he's going to permanantly pass away if he tries too long.

Loki: Healer, but can store and re-inflict a portion of the damage he negates onto his enemies. There's a limit to how long and how much he can store and heal.

Prince: The usual "classic" superpowers: flight, superstrength, and increased physical toughness. Wears spandex like Superman.

Lavinho: Special joints and mucles that give him a lot more cushioning and rapid, explosive directional and speed changes.

Ego: The worse his health is, the higher his IQ. Instant ramen galore.

Anri: Some kind of extremely complex data analysis, maybe she can somehow connect her literal brain to computers and draw conclusions, make inferences, etc that combine computer and human functions. Cool.

#puffin says stuff #my hero academia #blue lock #fanfiction #headcanons #bllk imagines #bllk

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wolfstardaughter-jj · 2 years

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What's four more?

Summary: What happens when the beloved Loki the cat goes missing for two weeks. Once he comes back, everyone’s relieved, thinking the chaos was over. But two months later a little surprise pops up on their doorstep.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x reader, Remus Lupin x Sirius Black

Warning: missing pet

Word count: 2.1k words

A/n: ik it's been about a week or so since this was requested, so sorry it took so long, my exams and projects were being a bitch but now they're over. Also thank you for sending this request, it is honestly such a cute thing that I was really excited to write it, tho I sorta focused more on Loki going missing for a bit.

"Love, have you seen Loki anywhere?" You asked Fred as you entered your room after having spent the last 30 minutes looking through every nook and cranny in the cottage.

Fred, who had been hidden away in your room to brainstorm new product ideas, had just noticed the absence of the very lovable cat. Fred had the tendency to lose track of time when he's busy planning and brainstorming pranking ideas.

"No, I haven't....which is odd."

It was very odd indeed. Anyone who's met Loki, knows that he's a very clingy and lovable cat. Which meant he was either bugging someone for cuddles and head scratches or following you around like a baby duckling. If it's neither of them, then he's probably off sleeping in his favourite napping spots. But even then, when you went to look for him there, he was nowhere to be found.

"Yeah, I checked everywhere. His favourite napping bookshelf, the kitchen cupboards, the laundry room, I even checked the bloody roof for Merlin's sake and he's not there." You ranted as you began to pace back and forth. Never have you been away from Loki this long.

Even when you guys were at Hogwarts, he would always find a way to get to you. Appearing randomly in the middle of charms or greeting you at the entrance of the transfiguration classroom. He never failed to make a random appearance every 30-40 minutes of being apart.

"What if he ran away?" You theorised with a worried look.

"Loki? Run away? Are you daft? That cat would rather face God himself than runaway from you." Fred assured as he got up from his desk and towards you.

"What if he got catnapped..." You suggested, your ramblings only went down hill from there.

Going from getting catnapped to a theory that maybe one one of Voldemort's minions got their hands of Loki and is gonna use him for ransom in exchange for Harry. To which you contemplated on actually giving Harry away in exchange for Loki.

"I mean Harry can handle himself, Loki can't and-"

"Love-"

"Loki just hates strangers so he'd-"

"Love-"

"go absolutely feral if he was placed in that situation-" You only continued Fred's calls as the worrying thoughts began to drown you.

"Y/N!"

Finally after a few minutes of worry filled ramblings, Fred finally got through to you. You probably would have sunk to the floor if you didn't have him to keep you upright.

"Everything is going to be fine. Teddy and your dads are going to be home before dinner, meaning we still have some time to search around the house and maybe even the nearby places in the forest. When they get here, we can ask them to help us look for him. Okay?"

Fred was trying his hardest to keep you as calm as you could. He knew that if anything were to happen to Loki, you would fall apart. You loved that cat like it was your own child.

You slowly nodded as you tried to slow down your breathing. It felt like your thoughts were going 100 miles per hour and everything was a mess.

You both started to look through the whole house again. It didn't hurt to double check things. Then your search stretched all the way out to the woods by the time Sirius, Remus and Teddy came back home.

When you broke the news to them, they immediately panicked. Sirius especially, he was almost as worried as you were. He himself started frantically looking everywhere around the house and even offered to try and "catch his scent" in his animagus form to try and look for him.

By the end of the night you had ended your search by the lake near the cottage. There was no sign of him anywhere. And it wasn't like you could ask any nearby neighbours seeing as you lived in the middle of nowhere with zero neighbours. Literally miles away from the closest town.

(time skip for 2 weeks)

It's been about two whole weeks since you last saw Loki and you basically lost all hope in finding him. You've left out missing cat posters at the nearby town but knowing Loki, he tends to stray away from crowded places.

Loki was the only pet you and Teddy ever had so it was hard to process it.

You deeply missed him and were starting to wonder about the possibility that he was...dead.

The mere thought brought a chill down your spine and tears to your eyes. You didn't want to think he was dead. Loki was a big part of your world and you loved him with all your heart.

Ever since the moment you found him in that little box that rainy night. You just knew that that little guy was going to be part of your family.

You went out to the garden to rethink possible places Loki could have gone. Even though you and the others have exhausted all options and locations possible. There was still hope he could have gone somewhere and was simply trying to find his way back home.

You sat down under the shade of a tree. You closed your eyes as you took in a deep breath. For a moment, you felt something soft and fluffy land on your lap. You thought you were imagining things but you started to feel the fluffy thing begin to purr and even let out a soft meow.

Your eyes shot open as you realized what it was.

"LOKI!?!!"

Your scream echoed through the house which called the attention of the two adults and child who were sitting in the living room.

"Is it really you, bud?!?!" You still couldn't believe your eyes but the moment you saw the dark green collar, you knew it was him.

You pulled him into your arms, noting the amount of dirt and twigs in his fur but you didn't mind, you were too overjoyed at the fact he was back to even realise it.

"We've been looking everywhere for you, bud, you can't just run off like that. Merlin knows what kind of mischief could have happened wherever you were." You cooed as you held the black cat tightly in your arms, scared he might run off again.

A head of blue hair poked through the back door. With a wide grin on Teddy's face. His eyes lit up at the sight of Loki.

He wasn't as close to Loki as you were but he adored the cat nonetheless. He ran to you and joined the two of you in a hug.

Then followed a very excited Sirius who nearly tripped on his way out the door and a cheery Remus who chuckled at the sight before he reached the little reunion going on.

Sirius may have not been too keen on having a cat before but ever since Loki entered their lives, he had a change of heart.

“Where the bloody hell has he been?!” Sirius asked as he knelt down and expected the cat.

“I have no idea but it looks like he’s been roughing it for the last few weeks.” You stated as you lifted up Loki’s paws to see his paws literally coated in dirt and mud.

“Poor boy, let’s give you a bath.” Sirius stated as he lifted Loki out of your arms and walked off to the bathroom.

“See, you didn’t have to worry about anything. Other than the dirt, he looks completely untouched.” Remus stated as he pulled both you and Teddy off the ground.

You nodded your head with a chuckle, “Yeah, I guess you were right. I should go write to Freddie that Loki’s home.”

(2 months later)

You were going about your day in the Kitchen. You planned on making a cake and Fred volunteered to help out.

You chuckled at the sight of Fred covered in flour, sugar, eggs and some frosting. It looked more like he got most of the cake ingredients on him rather than in the bowl.

You looked a similar way since Fred decided to have a food fight since it didn’t seem fair that you barely had a speck of flour on your apron while he had the entire bag of flour on him.

Your attention was brought somewhere else when you heard a series of meowing coming from the front door.

You peeked your head through the archway to see Loki standing by the door as he scratched on the surface. He looked like he wanted to go out.

You dusted off the flour from your hands and opened the door for him, but you froze when you looked down at the sight that sat on your doorstep.

“....uh, Fred! Can you come here for a second!” You called out to your boyfriend, not taking your eyes at the scene before you.

Fred rested his hand on your shoulder as he peaked over to the doorstep, “What is it lov- why is there a bunch of kittens and a cat on your doorstep?”

“I-uh...I have no idea.”

You looked down at the three kittens and mama cat and saw Loki go up to her and began to cuddle into her side.

“You don’t think….Oh merlin.” You cursed under your breath as you started to connect the dots.

You could even see the little similarities between the litter to Loki. It looked like they were only a few days old. It was a wonder how the mama cat even got them to your front door. The fact that Loki was cuddling into the mama cat said it all. Loki rarely ever goes near other animals. He’s terrified of them.

“Can you call dad and papa…And grab a warm towel too.” You stated as you slowly knelt down and examined the little group.

“Oh merlin, what are we going to do with you lot.” You sighed as you slowly reached out to the kittens. Making sure to check if it was okay with the mother cat.

Once she knew it was safe to touch them, you reached out the three kittens and felt the soft fur.

The mother cat had white fur with grey stripes across it which was quite contrasting to Loki’s black fur.

One of the kittens looked almost exactly like Loki as a kitten. The other two kittens looked more like their mama.

“What is it little wol-”

Sirius nearly dropped the ceramic plate he had in his hands when he saw the litter of kittens.

“What in Godrick’s name is this?!?!” Sirius asked as slowly walked closer to the kittens.

Fred handed you the warm towel before Sirius pushed him out of the way while handing the ceramic plate to Fred so he could get a peak of the adorable kittens.

“Oh merlin, don’t let Teddy see the-” Remus winced as he heard the footsteps coming up from behind him.

“Don’t let me see what?” Teddy wondered as he stood behind the group.

The boy pushed through the group and let out a yelp when he saw what Remus was trying to hide from him.

“Holy guacamole on a tortilla chip, is that what I think it is?!?!” Teddy’s eyes were as wide as tennis balls.

The group chuckled at the boy’s peculiar choice of words.

“Yes, now move out of the way. We need to take them out of this freezing cold weather.” You stated as you gently carried the kittens into the warmth of the cottage.

As you walked on, the mama cat and Loki began to follow you through the home.

“Are they Loki’s? And if so, can we keep them, even the mama cat? Cause if we can keep them I want to name them. That mama cat should be called Astra, That sounds so pretty. That black one should be Loki 2.0- wait no that’s a horrible name. I’ll get back to him. These other two should be named after Apollo and Artemis- OH! The black one should be Hades! Yes that’s perfect-”

“Don’t get attached, Teddy. We’re not even sure if we can keep them. It’s up to papa and dad, you know that.” You reminded your brother.

Teddy turned to both his dads with so much excitement, you would have thought he was having a sugar rush.

“Pleeeaaase! Can we keep them?” Teddy was going through all the stops. Pouting his lips and looking up at your parents with his “Puppy dog eyes” that he learned from your dear papa.

Sirius and Remus shared a look and for a moment, you could tell they were having a little conversation of their own. After a few seconds the two adults decided on the verdict.

“What’s four more?”

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dakotakazansky · 1 year

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Meet Atlas Blake

Notes: This goes along with a series currently being written by @mayhemmanaged and @cassiemitchell!

Update 01/31/2024: This fic belongs to an alternative timeline of a fic that is currently being rewritten by the original authors. ATLAS’ CHARACTER IS MY OWN AND I REFUSE TO DELETE MY HARD WORK

INTRODUCING:

Atlas Blake aka Loki

“Atlas Blake!” I hear my name called, and I release the hand of my long time high school sweetheart, looking over and smiling at Bradley before walking up the stage to receive my Masters of Law Degree. I hear the loud screaming from Emory, Birdie, and Bradley. My ride or die, the people I would do anything for. I remember the day I met Emory vividly.

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I had just finished getting a scumbag placed into Jail for a year, due to a domestic dispute. The poor girl looked better now, but the photos I saw as evidence had her looking pretty rough.

It was a few weeks later and I’m sitting in the coffee shop near campus, drinking on a Caramel Macchiato, and studying to pass the next exam in the class to then move on to the next BAR exam, for my Masters of Law. I was having a hard time focusing though, some guy was trying to entice a woman to get with him. I’m sure the words falling out of his mouth were more on the crude side than the actual complementing side.

When he started to lay hands on her, and I noticed her flinching, was when I had had enough of this guy’s tomfoolery. I slammed my book shut, closed my laptop gently, and strided over to the two of them. I grabbed the guy by the shoulder and pulled him around to face me. “Now I know I have heard this pretty lady here tell you no more than once, so listen here buddy, I know about a thousand and one or more ways to get you served with a restraining order. Once again the lady said no, so I suggest you get moving before I start drafting an order up. Do you hear me?!” I say powerfully through gritted teeth.

The poor excuse for a man mutters something about being a bitch, and I just laugh it off. It's not the first time I’d heard that, and as a woman going for throats in law, I for damn well know it won’t be the last time. I nodded to the woman, glad to finally have the peace and quiet restored to the coffee shop, and I turned to head back to my table.

“Hey wait a moment?” I hear her say, “You’re one of the people that was on my defense team.” When I finally and fully get a good look at her, I recognize her from the trial that I had just done and internship on. I nod back to her. “I’m Atlas Blake, most call me Blake though.” She reaches a hand out to me, “I’m Emory. I’m so grateful for you and your team, and what you guys pulled off for me.”

I take her hand in mine, shaking it. “I’m just disappointed they only gave him a year, we had him set up for quite a few actually. Anyways, I’m glad that guy isn’t bothering you anymore, I’m just going to head back over there” I say pointing to my stuff, “and continue studying. It was really nice to meet you.”

“Hey Blake, would you mind actually sitting over here with me? My friend Birdie is running a little behind, and I’d love it if you'd sit with me until she got here.” Emory said. I nodded, “Yeah, just let me gather up my stuff really quickly.” I packed up my table, threw away my wrapper from my snack earlier, and grabbed my coffee and made my way back over to Emory. I sat down with her, and we just started talking. Once her friend Birdie got there, she introduced us, and we all sat there together just chatting away. She mentioned they were in school to get their MBAs and I told them how I already had my Juris Doctor and was currently finishing school to finally get my Masters of Law. Something about the three of us just clicked, and from that day we were thick as thieves, you could hardly separate us.

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Now that the semester was finally over, I was set to take up Co-Ownership of Cora’s with Emory and Birdie. I was also in the process of opening my own law firm. I wanted to now represent and fight for broken and battered women and children. If they can't have a voice for themselves, then I’ll become their voice, and so I did as such. Whenever someone came in asking for a pomegranate scone, that’s when I knew it was go time.

Bradley was now a Lieutenant with the Task force out of the Austin PD department. He had started to hear about these vigilantes taking down men before PD could even get to them. When he started to bring it up at home that’s when I knew they were going to be on our trail soon enough.

The following day while in The Underworld with Emory and Birdie, I had mentioned how Bradley had brought up the vigilantes. “Hey has Bob, or Jake brought anything up recently, Bradley’s been rambling on about the ‘Vigilantes’ in the area. Should I tell him? I mean it would be a good thing if he knows right? Y’know having a cop on our side in case things go left?” I say questioning Emory and Birdie.

“Well, I mean Bobby knows.” Birdie squeaks out just loud enough for the two of us to hear.

“EXCUSE ME?!” Emory all but comes unglued.

“Em, you KNOW I get a little looser-lipped after tequila and an orgasm or two.” Bridie says as Em, nods slightly tilting her head to the side.I scrub my face, at the obvious truth tumbling out of Birdie’s mouth.

“Jesus, yes I do. Thank fuck you’re already married and can claim spousal privilege though.” Em retorts back to Birdie.

“I think it’s about time I start drafting up NDAs and we have the guys sign them.” I say to the others.

“Oh Loki, you know Bobby won’t spill. I told him if he narced on us he’d be castrated on sight. So you know we are good there!” Birdie comments, and I chuckle at her ‘castrated on sight’ comment.

“I sure hope you’re right there Birdie, but unlike Bobby, Bradley ain’t all THAT scared of us. The man knows I love him and his dick too much to let anything of the sorts happen to it. Shit he knows I’d draft up an insurance policy for it!” The room filled with the laughter of the three of us, everyone knowing the truth in that statement.

—

Later that night, I’ve finally gotten the full NDA written up and printed out, and placed into a portfolio. It’s sitting on the coffee table, dinner is on the stove keeping warm, and I’m sitting on the couch with a glass of wine, watching tv until Bradley gets home. About 30 minutes later Bradley strolls in. “Attie, it smells so good in here!” I chuckle and get up to greet him, placing a tender kiss to his lips, as my arms snake around his neck. “I made your favorite dinner bubs.” He groans knowing that it’s my Grandma’s secret family recipe for Chicken and Dumplings.

We dug into dinner, Bradley apparently was too busy today to eat lunch, so he brought his appetite home. It was a really good thing I made his favorite, hopefully this will butter him up to not explode when I tell him the news that not only am I part of The Furies, I’m also actually one of the Fates.

“How was your day at work bubs?” I ask, trying to pry at what Bradley may know.

“Well we’ve heard more about this vigilante group, apparently they are called the Furies. But honestly I think whoever is in this must be some kind of maniac. The way we keep finding these men, but not the attackers. They are meticulous, doing very well from leaving any sort of DNA on scene. Definitely a thorough person or bunch.”

I chew on my lip listening to Bradley talk about work and the Furies while I clean up our dishes from dinner and he takes a spot on the couch, queueing up a movie for us to watch. He spots the portfolio laying on the coffee table. “Attie, is this something for work?” I finish the dishes and turn to see what he’s referring to.

“Oh uh, kind of but not really bubs.” I make my way over picking up the portfolio and setting it in my lap. “We uh, actually need to talk about this bubs.”

He lifts up his arm for me to snuggle into his side, and then wraps his strong arm around me, embracing me in his warmth. “Bubs, I think it’s time you sign these papers.”

He places a soft kiss on my temple before asking, “Are you finally going to marry me, and this is a prenup?” His eyes light up like a kid on Christmas for a moment.

I shake my head no to him, “Bubs, can you just sign them, and then we can talk about it?”

He looks at me bewildered, that I would even ask him to sign these papers blindly. “Attie, honey, I’m dating a Lawyer, I know the first thing to do is read this, ask questions and then sign it.”

“Bubs please. Just sign them. Plus you’re a cop. You know all about doing whatever you need to do to get the task done, to get what you want.” I quipped back to him.

He sighs, and skims the document, and then signs it. “Thank you bubs. I love you.” I take back the portfolio, before he can do anything else to it. “What you just signed was an NDA, because I have something really big to tell you bubs.” I can tell the nerves are written all over my face, I can feel my skin crawling.

“Attie Honey, no matter what you tell me, I’m still going to love you regardless.” He says trying to calm my nerves and rubs my arms softly.

I sigh, “Bubs, you promise you’ll still want to marry me eventually too?” I give him the puppy dog eyes that I know he can’t resist.

“Of course Honey, nothing would ever change that, you’re the woman of my dreams, my high school sweetheart, hopefully the mother to my children one day.” He places a tender kiss on my cheek.

“Bubs, the NDA is about me. I’m not only one of the Furies, I’m also a Fate. So is Emory, and Birdie. We could stand to see women and children being harmed, or battered, or neglected. And let’s be honest, we all know how long it takes PD to get anything done around there, you said it yourself last week, they were dragging their feet.” I rambled on, a little longer while Bradley just listened.

“Attie, who else knows?” was all that he questioned. “Bob, and now you do too. I plan to find out who else knows, or plans on telling their significant others and getting them the same NDA you just signed.”

He nods, “Attie, this doesn’t change a thing for us, the only thing I want more than anything now is that you marry me. That way should something happen to you, I get notified immediately, that I’m your next of kin, and you for me.” He says holding me tightly.

I nod, “Of course I’ll marry you Bradley, whenever you want. Buuut first…" I trail off, and he finished where I left off, “I have to sign the damn prenup.” We both chuckle before agreeing to head to bed for the night.

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wack-ashimself · 2 years

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Ant-man 3 is proof Marvel's peak has come and gone.

<Spoilers, but I am doing you a favor. Read this; do not watch it.>

-Should have been called 'Ant-man deals with his daughter who has Tony Stark's brains, but teenage hormones.' Cuz the Wasp is in it as much as her fucking parents, so she's not the headliner, and not till the end does it even really feel like they super focused on Ant-man.

-His daughter was practically the lead, and it feels like stupid hawkeye; they're trying to give the next generation a spin, pass the baton when....we can just call it. Make up new heroes. She was boring. Not a thing interesting about her or stood out. Seriously: give me 3 adjectives to describe her that make her different from everyone in the movie. Smart? Determined? Heroic? You mean EVERYONE in the movie?

-BTW: why the FUCK is EVERYONE a super genius now? The mini tony stark in black panther 2, ant-man's daughter when...she's just a fucking kid. From a thief and a regular person; why is she so smart!? Ant-man is kinda a fucking idiot. Genetics DOES come to play. 'Hank taught her in her spare time.' WHY? But ok. COOL. I was great at math, A's, then I met calculus and no one could teach me. Not everyone can be taught HOW TO MAKE A MINI VERSE SATELLITE! I just...why can't heroes be heroic and mindful? Smart people don't need powers to help...

-Ant-man movies always kinda sucked (compared to other heroes). Ant-man is funny, but...his powers are boring, and there are limited things you can do with them. Big, small, woot. They were good because of the special effects (fight at the end of 1. Car chase in 2.) But now ALL CGI ALL THE TIME?! No real sets? Ew. And you cut his crew? The FUNNIEST parts of the first 2 ant-man movies? Because Hank and his wife were that important in ANT MAN and the WASP being they are not either of those?

-Fairly, Thor 4 was a trash pile so unforgettable it somehow made Thor 3 look bad because it had similar tones. So thor started this fall from grace, but ant man 3 was the nail in the coffin. Thank god; let it rest.

-Ant-man 3 is not the funniest, the most original, or at all got a good hook. I am not fucking around: There is not a single fucking thing that surprised me in this movie. Even Mordok being the villain from the first movie (sorry). Why? BECAUSE I DIDN'T EVEN FUCKING CARE! NO ONE DOES! Mordok, his origin, arc, and ending is the largest isolated incident of failure to watch for. He/it it so fucking bland and pathetic. The trailer IS the whole movie. Or at least the best parts...

-I feel bad cuz the end of loki, kang seemed like he would be a GREAT bad guy (LOVE the actor. Watch Lovecraft Country if you have not. AMAZING. A great stand alone season), but in this movie, he is such a fucking 1 dimensional basic bitch, he stands out from no villain. And I know THAT Kang was a different one, but the difference was (hint) BETTER WRITERS!!!! Even tho the loki kang was all monologue, it was at least fun. Chaotic. This Kang is like thanos, without ANY proper motivation but control. CONQUEROR. Who cares? Bad guy #3671 step up, get knocked down. Don't get back up again. No different or better than Justice League.

-And they did the 'save it all from grace from outta no where' endings. Summary: hyper intelligent ants went into the quantum realm with them, but experiences millions of years of evolution (why the ants and not them? Fuck if I know. And how did the ants get back to the cast? WE NEVER KNOW!), and they come to fight kang on behalf of hank in the end. I could do crack, acid, and meth and that still wouldn't fucking make sense to my brain. I guess it was the only way they could keep the word ant in the title cuz they come to play NEVER anywhere else.

None of this movie matters. Worst ant man. Def top 10 worst marvel movies (of recent. Not all time).

'Ant-man and the trailer that gave it all away, 3': 2/10.

Best part? All of them are in the trailer. No worries.

#ant-man #antman #ant-man and the wasp #the wasp #marvel #thor #thor 4 #ant-man 3 #hawkeye

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constablewafflebottom · 2 years

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Dream A Little Dream of Me

Chapter 7

When I woke up the next morning, I was alone in bed, the rumpled sheets beside me cool to the touch. I knew to expect this, Loki did tell me he'd have to go back to Ásgarðr last night, but I was still bummed about the idea of him being gone. The sun coming through the windows was a lot brighter than I was accustomed to waking up to, it had to be terribly late in the morning. It wasn't often that I got the chance to sleep past dawn and it felt weird to be doing it now, but I didn't have a husband to coddle today, so I felt a lazy start to my day was deserved. Just about all of the establishments I'd looked into yesterday would be closed for another few hours, so I had time to kill. Lounging in bed was a novel experience for me, and I savored the lack of urgency with a deep stretch before I rolled over and hugged the pillow Loki had used the night before. It still smelled faintly of him, of my shampoo and the soap I'd used on him. It wasn't the familiar ice and pine and musk that I was used to smelling on him, but it reminded me of our shower last night, and that brought a smile to my face. I stayed there in bed daydreaming about steamy showers and post coital cuddling until my bladder insisted on getting up. What a bitch.

After using the toilet and brushing my teeth, I slipped my robe on and returned to the bedroom to tidy up and make the bed. The towels that had been heaped on the floor were gone and a glance around showed that they were, of course, already hung up and dried by the time I'd gotten out of bed. I shook my head with a soft chuckle and moved to straighten the bed linens. Once that was done, I checked my phone for the time and realized quite suddenly that Michael hadn't called me at any point after he left. Now that I thought about it, he hadn't even told me where this conference was supposed to be happening, so I had no idea when I should have expected his call. I didn't want to talk to him, but I needed to, if for nothing else but to keep up the façade, so I opened my call history, found his name, and tapped to place the call. The phone rang several times, but this was nothing new. He would often miss my calls, but of course I wasn't allowed to be upset about that. Just before I could hit the end button, I heard him pick up with a groggy greeting, obviously only just waking up.

"Hey, I was just calling to check in with you," I told him. "You alright?"

"Oh, uh–yeah, fine," he grunted back.

"Okay… well, you didn't call last night when you got in, but I realized I didn't know where you were even going, so…" I trailed off. I heard the faint rustling of fabric and assumed he was getting up, but he sounded just as half-asleep as he had when he answered.

"Yeah, it was pretty late when we got in," he mumbled, his voice almost seemed to cover another sound, what could have been a voice in the background, but it was so quiet and soft, and could have been anything else, so I didn't pay much attention to it.

"Alright, well, like I said, I just wanted to check in. I'll let you get back to sleep and talk to you later," I said in preparation for hanging up.

"Yeah, okay." His short responses were confusing me, and I wasn't sure if he was in a bad mood, or just tired, or what, but my urge to placate was strong.

"Call me, okay? I love you," I said.

"Yeah, you, too. Bye," click.

I held the phone away from my ear and stared at the end call screen flashing at me. That was weird, wasn't it? Was I reading too much into it? Were the lies getting to me? Had I developed a guilty conscience after several days of sleeping with a man that wasn't my husband and sharing our bed with him? Surely not. Either way, I did want to get an early start on my job hunt, so I put my husband out of my mind and focused on getting ready. I found the most appropriate clothes I could, black dress slacks and a fitted button-up blouse, and paired them with black ballet flats and the only sport coat I had, a heather gray blazer that was stiff and a little musty from half a decade of disuse. Getting my hair into a French braid was a struggle, and it looked less than perfect by the time it was finished, but that's the benefit of curly hair, I suppose. It hides a lot of mistakes. After that, I put on some light make-up, stopped in the kitchen to grab something quick to eat, and gathered the folder with my résumés on my way out the door. I had a song in my heart and a pep in my step as I strode confidently down the path to the parking lot.

—

Job hunting was, quite possibly, the most depressing, discouraging, disenchanting thing I could have done that day. The cloud of hope I'd been floating on ever since I decided to find a job and leave my husband had dissipated into a light fog, leaving me to crash back down to earth with nothing but a mouthful of the dirt that was reality for a person in my situation. Every single place I'd been to so far had rejected me. Some used the excuse that I was overqualified, others used the lapse in employment, and others just said they simply weren't looking. Only eight of them would even take a résumé from me, so I still had a handful left in my folder. I was on my way home to lick my wounds and attempt a plan B, when a new pub on the corner caught my eye. It wasn't on the list, it must have been very new if it didn't even have an online presence yet, so I pulled up and parked in the lot. My last hope was a pub called Lóðurr's. Fitting, I thought, that my last chance and my last disappointment for the day would have such a Viking-y name. The front of the building was covered in rustic scorched wood with metal work signage, and quaint outdoor seating with little fire pits intermittently lined on the patio between thick driftwood lounge chairs. It was a really cute place. I hated it.

I gripped the steering wheel, closed my eyes and bowed my head, sending a prayer to whoever would listen, to, at the very least, help me handle the impending rejection without breaking down. With a fortifying breath, I unfastened my seatbelt and grabbed my folder before alighting from my vehicle and approaching the entrance. Straightening my shoulders to give the impression I still had a backbone, I gripped the cold metal snake they used as a door handle, pulled the heavy wooden door open and walked inside, glancing around for any signs of life. A long, deep bar sat to one side that appeared to be an entire tree cut long ways and sanded smooth on one side with distressed leather stools, a few rough hewn wooden tables with benches sat down the middle, and the other side held booths of the same distressed leather for more intimate drinking and dining. At the very back was an open floor that could be a dance floor or stage, or both. The walls were covered in replica weapons and shields (or maybe they were real, what did I know?), stylized paintings of ships, carvings of Norse symbols and icons. I was particularly amused by the display of gods they had lining the wall over the bar, Oðinn, old and one eyed with a beard like Gandalf; Thor, burly and similarly beared with his iconic hammer over one shoulder; Freyr, attractive, impressively if not intimidatingly endowed; and Loki–not my Loki, of course–skinny and small, devious, with a spindly mustache, just to name the few I could immediately recognize.

While I was inspecting the array of deities, a strong feminine voice called out to me.

"Hi! Welcome to Lóðurr's, I'm afraid we're not serving just yet, but is there something I can help you with?" I turned to find a middle-aged woman, with graying blonde hair approaching me adorned with a kind smile. With my best attempt at returning it, I stuck my hand out to shake as she reached me, and she took it with a gentle little jiggle.

"Hello, ma'am. My name is Moira Fenton, I was wondering if you were looking for any help?"

"You're lookin' for a job?" she asked to clarify.

"Yes, ma'am," I replied.

"Oh, please, call me Karina, I'm the proprietor," she introduced herself with a chuckle and waved me to a booth in the back. "We're always looking for help, high turnover is the nature of the business."

"Yeah, I remember that from my last bar job."

"Oh, you have experience in food service," Karina asked as we sat down.

"Well, yeah…" I hedged. "It's um–it's been a little while," I cringed at my unintentional usage of Michael's definition of a little while. "I used to tend bar, wait tables, that sort of thing while I was in school."

"What were you in school for?"

"It was for business, I got my BBA about five years ago," I told her as I withdrew a copy of the résumé from the folder and slid it across the table.

"A degree, huh," she mumbled with a frown, and I could see the hesitation cross her face as she scanned the document. "But you haven't had a job since you graduated. Any particular reason for that?"

"Um, not particularly, no," I answered with a nervous swallow. "I got married after graduation." This seemed to be a relatively acceptable answer, at the very least she didn't immediately tell me no. That would come later. She looked over the paper carefully before returning her eyes back to me.

"And why do you want to work now?"

"I-I just need to," I said softly, trying to impress the importance without giving too much personal information away. She hummed in acknowledgement and folded her hands in front of her, leaning slightly toward me, her shrewd gaze taking in every detail of me. I could feel myself folding in, dropping my own clenched hands into my lap and leaning back into the cushion in a vain attempt at escape as I awaited the imminent rejection.

"The only thing you'd really be qualified for with that degree is a management position, and I'm afraid that's already occupied," she informed, still watching me closely. Another thick swallow to choke back the frustration and disappointment threatening to spill out, I took a deep breath even as I felt myself deflating.

"I–I don't need management, I'll–I'll take whatever you have open," I stammered weakly.

"I couldn't pay what you're worth to do anything else." The implication that I was too valuable went right over my head in my struggle to keep my emotions in check–all I heard was rejection. I had to close my eyes, because I could already see the tears starting to blur my vision. The weight of the entire day was crashing down on me, and I finally broke.

"Look, I've been to fifteen other places today and they all said the same thing. I–I really, really need something, anything. I'll take minimum wage if I have to. I just… I'm in a situation. I–I need to get out as soon as possible, and I can't do that without a way to support myself–" I cut myself short. I had to shut up, I'd spill everything to this complete stranger if I didn't stop this tremulous rambling. I squeezed my eyes and blinked a few times to chase the moisture away. When I finally looked back at her, she had an unreadable expression on her face that I took to mean the worst. I shook my head to try to clear it as well and shoved myself out of the booth. "Thank you for your time, Karina," I told her and moved toward the door, still struggling not to cry in public.

"Moira," her voice stopped me just before I reached the door and I froze with my arm still raised to grasp the metal serpent. I took a shuddering breath and turned back to find her standing beside the booth.

"Yes?"

"I could use an extra set of hands, behind the bar on the weekends. That's all I have for right now. Come back tomorrow afternoon, bring your driver's license and social security card," Karina said, still watching me with that indiscernible look on her face. I stared at her in stupefied silence for a long moment until I realized she was offering me a job.

"O-okay, I will. Thank you, Karina," I choked out, only then did she grace me with a smile before turning away and heading back to where the office must be, leaving me to stand there gaping after her. I gulped again, apparently I was having an issue with saliva production today, and glanced back at the gods lining the back wall of the bar, finding the inaccurate depiction of Loki with a watery smile. He probably had nothing to do with it, probably couldn't see or hear anything that had happened today (not to mention that thing looked absolutely nothing like him), but it felt like maybe it was an omen. A sign of something good finally coming my way, and all of it was because of him.

—

All the way home, I was practically giddy with excitement. True, it was only a weekend gig, but a job was a job! With a foot in the door, I was taking the first step toward my plan coming to fruition. I couldn't wait to tell Loki! Obviously, I had to do something to commemorate the occasion, so I stopped by the grocery store to pick up a bottle of effervescent wine and some ice cream for a little celebration later. I was walking on air as I headed toward my apartment, and didn't notice the person coming down the walkway toward me.

"Oh, hey, Moira! How ya doing!" She called out in a bright, bubbly voice that always annoyed me. It was my neighbor, Veronica Ashmore. Ugh.

"Hi, Veronica. I'm doing well, you?" I responded politely.

"I'm good," she said, with a smirk that told me she was just waiting to drop something on me. I was right. "Guess I'm not as good as you, though. You and Michael have been pretty busy lately, huh?" What the–fuck, play it cool.

"How do you mean," I asked, striving for innocence. I probably failed, though, considering the naughty grin she threw my way.

"You know. We share a wall, and y'all aren't exactly quiet," Veronica giggled.

"Oh… uh–" I blanked as I felt heat creeping up my neck to burn my ears. What was I supposed to say to this?

"Nothing to be ashamed of," she said airily and waved a dismissive hand. "Kinda jealous, though. It sounds like he's really giving it to you." The audacity of this woman was astounding. Who had conversations like this with someone you could only term as a casual acquaintance? "It's just weird, because you've always been so quiet. I was almost certain you guys never even had sex, but now…"

"Well, we have been married for five years. That stuff sort of happens that way," I excused tightly, livid and embarrassed that someone I barely spoke to had been so diligently speculating on my sex life. She hummed noncommittally and shrugged at my explanation. I needed to ensure this conversation stayed between us, the last thing I needed was Veronica making comments to my husband about how well he'd been nailing me lately. "Just–don't mention it to Michael? He's, uh, sort of insecure about this. He had a bit of a problem with it before, if you know what I mean," I lowered my voice suggestively, and I couldn't deny, hinting that the lull in our sex life was because he couldn't perform did give me a perverse sense of petty satisfaction.

"Oh, I gotcha" she breathed in understanding, then she giggled again at such a tantalizing piece of gossip with a wink and obnoxious elbow jab. "He must be doing better now, though. I ran into him heading out to the car on his way out of town when I got home yesterday, but he had to come back for some sugar for the road, didn't he? I heard you guys going at it not five minutes after that." Oh, no. "Well, I heard him more." Oh, Jesus, no. "He definitely doesn't sound the same as he does normally." Oh, sweet baby Jesus, no.

"Well, you know how it is–" I stopped her with a nervous chuckle. "But, hey, I've got ice cream melting. I better head inside and get it in the freezer," I said, holding up my bag to show her. "Good to see you, Ronnie," I chirped. You know, like a liar.

"Yeah, you too, Moira," she cooed as I hurried to my door, fumbling with my keys to unlock it. With an awkward smile and wave, I ducked inside, slamming the door and falling against it with a groan.

Fuck's sake. I hadn't cared if the neighbors could hear before, caught up in the whirlwind of passionate romance and mind blowing sex, but now I had the very real concern about them hearing, especially this week without Michael here. Veronica would absolutely notice if I was still getting noisily fucked while he was gone. We were going to have to be careful.

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I spent the remainder of the afternoon keeping myself busy with minor chores. Neglected housework is the sort of thing that adds up quickly and catches you by surprise, so it was best to save myself the headache and keep up with it. Later in the evening, I started getting hungry, but I'd been so distracted by the job business that I forgot to make dinner, so I ordered a couple pizzas from the local place. They made the big ones there and I knew Loki could probably eat an entire one by himself and still be peckish afterward. I ate dinner alone, had a quick wash and got changed for bed, this time in a simple T-shirt and panties.

The frustrating thing about our arrangement was that I had no way to contact him while he was gone, and I didn't know when to expect him to be back. Until now, he'd always shown up some time after dinner or around bedtime, so I tried to wait up for him, but as the sun went down and evening wore on into night time, I started to get worried that maybe he wouldn't be able to come tonight. Who knew what he'd gotten roped into up there? Over there? …There. Then, of course, my overthinking brain started trying to convince me that last night, with all of its emotional intimacy, had held some air of finality and maybe he wasn't coming back at all. My emotions were so fragile right now, I honestly thought that would actually kill me. I wanted to stay up longer, but I was pretty sure I would only sit there obsessing about things, then I wouldn't sleep and then I wouldn't make it to the pub tomorrow. I needed to be ready in the event they wanted to put me behind the bar for a test run before the weekend hit. So, much as I didn't want to, I crawled into my bed alone, hugging a pillow as a pitiful substitute for the body I'd so quickly gotten accustomed to falling asleep with. It took longer than usual to fall asleep, but I eventually did.

Some time later, could have been minutes, could have been hours, I woke up to the sound of a dull thud and a muffled, but clearly irritated voice. I blinked and rubbed the sleep from my eyes as I sat up, straining to listen for more. Another thud, closer, followed by:

"Streðmik," the voice, clearer now that it was near enough to the bedroom, cursed through the door. Well, I assumed it was a curse, there's just sort of a tone one uses in that context that seems to translate to every language. I crawled out of bed and tip-toed to the door, pressing my ear to it and listening again just to be certain of what to expect on the other side. Some muttered words I couldn't make out, then a growled "tikdropi!" There was no doubt who that growl belonged to, so I turned the knob and pulled the doors open, revealing Loki in the dark hallway, swaying and struggling with the knob on the guest room.

"Loki?" He seemed to startle at my voice and turned to look, glancing confusedly back and forth between me and the closed door in front of him, blinking owlishly, before giving me a broad smile and scooping me up in a bear hug.

"Moira! Elskan mín, yndiðmitt, " he exclaimed as he squeezed me, mumbling a lot of other things, none of which made any sense because I didn't understand Old Norse, or whatever language he was speaking. Although, to be perfectly honest, he could just be reading me my shopping list in that language and it would still be sexy as Hell.

"Loki, honey, I don't understand what you're saying," I said finally. As much as I liked hearing his native tongue, it wouldn't make for good conversation if I couldn't comprehend it. He paused and pulled back a little to look at me as he seemed to realize he was saying the wrong things.

"Oh, I'm sor–I'm sorry," he hiccuped, "I was saying that I'm so happy to see you, how much I missed you while I was gone." His words were a little slow and slightly slurred.

"Are you drunk," I asked in surprise. I didn't even know he could get drunk, and wondered absently how much he had to drink to get him to this state

"No," he replied firmly. "I'm not drunk, but I am full. Very full," he snickered, but I guess my vacant stare told him that I didn't get the joke. "Uh… yes. Just a little." He released me with one arm to hold his hand up, showing me what just a little meant with his fingers, but swayed too much to one side. He nearly lost his balance, and barely caught himself on the door jamb before he fell over on me.

"Jesus, get in here," I urged, tugging him through the door and he stumbled to follow, staggering a little to one side and caught his thigh on the edge of my dresser with a hiss.

"Meyla krafla mikli þur syr!" He groaned and doubled over to hold his injured appendage.

"Oh, my god," I muttered as he righted himself, and pulled him through the room toward the bed. "Come on, come lay down."

"My lady, are you trying to get me into bed," he demanded, catching me around the middle and wrapping his arms around me from behind. "You needn't be so forward, madam, I will come willingly–happily, but far from quietly." His little drunken giggle tickled my neck where he had his mouth pressed against my skin.

"Ha-ha, very funny," I laughed sarcastically as I faced him and pushed his arms off of my waist, turning us so the backs of his legs pressed into the mattress and he plopped down onto it with a little bounce of the inner springs. While I tugged his shirt up, he offered no assistance, only flopping uselessly until I freed his arms, and searched my body blindly with his hands once they were free. It wasn't something I was used to, but I didn't mind his harmlessly lascivious behavior, it was kind of cute. Once I yanked the tunic shirt off his head, I shoved him with a hand on his face and a good humored chuckle, and he landed flat on his back. I barely escaped joining him, not for his lack of trying, and knelt at the side of the bed to pull the boots off of his feet. He sat up and made a grab for me again as I stood and. Had he been any less inebriated, I wouldn't have been able to evade him, but I was able to dance just out of his reach. He grumbled in frustration at being so thwarted in his attempts to get me onto the bed with him. "You stay right here, I'll be back," I instructed, pointing to the bed for emphasis. I hurried out of the room and came back with a large glass of water, and urged him to sit up and drink it. He protested with a groan, and it took some cajoling, but I managed to convince him to cooperate. "Have you eaten anything? Please don't tell me you've been drinking on an empty stomach."

"Of course I did…" he assured me with the kind of confidence one can only have while drunk, and then hesitated with an uncertain frown, no doubt struggling to get his soggy brain to recall what and when that was. "I'm sure I did… I think I did?" I cradled his face to see him better and he flinched with another hiss as I touched his cheek.

"What–" I leaned over to switch the bedside lamp on, and gasped as I saw him, squinting and blinking in the sudden light. "Oh, my god, Loki! What happened to you?" I exclaimed, studying the bruise that stained his cheek near his eye and the cut on his lip.

"I don't remember," he mumbled, not looking at me. I didn't want to accuse him of lying to me right now, but I could tell his excuse was less than truthful. Someone hit him, probably more than once, and anger simmered under my skin and in my stomach at the thought. But, for whatever reason, he didn't want to tell me right now, and he wasn't exactly in a condition to have a rational discussion or be lectured about it.

"Okay," I sighed. "Hang on, one more time, I'll be right back."

"No," he whined, grabbing my hands and holding me in place.

"I'll be right back, Loki. You need to eat something before you go to sleep, and I need to take care of these," I explained patiently, gesturing to his battered face. He finally acquiesced, albeit reluctantly, and I went to the kitchen and returned with a couple of warmed slices of pizza, as well as a handful of first aid supplies to tend to his wounds.

"What is that," he asked with a distrusting stare at the plate in my hand.

"Pizza, it's great drunk food, so hush and eat it. Let me take care of you," I ordered him firmly. He arched his brows and straightened up with a sassy little head wobble.

"Yes, my lady, as you wish." With that, he took the food from me while I gingerly cleaned his lip, and spread some bruise cream on his cheek. Had I not already been prepared for how quickly he could eat, I would have been alarmed and worried about him choking on it as he did so.

When I was sure he'd been fed and watered to my satisfaction, I helped him get into the bed and crawled in behind him, pulling the blankets up around us. After I switched the lamp off and laid down, he rolled toward me, pressing his face into the curve of my neck with his cold cheek on my warm skin. He wrapped his arms tight around me again, one about my waist and the other across my shoulders, with his hips wedged firmly between my legs, and let out a deep, satisfied sigh. I rested my arms around his broad shoulders and laid my cheek on his crown as I settled in for sleep.

But he wasn't quite ready for bed like I was, and he began to nuzzle my neck as he rocked subtly against my lower body.

"Loki," I warned gently. He groaned softly, one hand sliding down to squeeze my bottom as he pressed himself against me, evidently eagerly aroused already, before smoothing it along the back of my thigh to hitch it more securely over his hip. "Stop that and go to sleep, okay?"

"But, I want you," he complained, flexing into me and nipping at my throat with his teeth and lips.

"And you can have me," I promised and he made a happy little grumbling noise, just before I burst his horny little bubble. "In the morning, when you're sober." He started to protest again, but I stopped him before he could formulate an argument. "You're drunk, sweetie. I won't have sex with you like this."

"Wouldn't be the first time," he snorted with drunken derision. Now, I knew he wasn't talking about me, because I'd never even seen him tipsy, let alone drunk before, and the only conclusion I could come to is that someone, more than likely multiple someones, had used his drunkenness as their ticket to get in his pants in the past. They always said Loki had made his rounds with the ladies, but I'd assumed that was entirely voluntary on his part, if it were true at all. I never considered this alternative.

"You can't consent to anything like this, it would be wrong to take advantage of you in this condition," I told him levelly, carefully pulling him back so he could see me and know I was serious. I held his face in my hands, carefully stroking my thumb over his injured cheeks. "If you'd told me before you started drinking that drunk sex was okay with you, then I'd have as much of it as you wanted. But I won't until you say so with a clear head." His cloudy, hooded eyes studied me, blinking slowly while he thought about what I'd said.

"Are you protecting me, my little dove," he mumbled with a dreamy smile.

"Somebody has to, my big honey bear," I grinned. His eyes widened minutely and his brows twitched.

"What's a honey bear?"

"It's a little bear shaped jar with honey in it, kinda this color sometimes," I explained, fingering his warm golden red curls. He frowned and I giggled. "What? You don't like that?"

"No, I–I like it," he admitted bashfully and ducked his face back into my neck. We rewrapped our arms again, each nuzzling the other, he in my neck and myself in his hair as we settled in for sleep.

"Goodnight, honey bear," I whispered, rubbing his shoulders and kissing the top of his head, and he hummed drowsily. "I love you," I told him, but he didn't answer, this time he'd fallen asleep before I did.

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Unlike every other day, the first thing I was aware of the next morning was not light or sound, but sensation. Specifically, pressure on my mons and a gentle pulsing stroke of my lips, combined with waves of heat seeping through my panties. I sucked in a sharp breath as I surfaced into consciousness, and that pressure became more focused, pushing between my folds, and my hips arched to meet it. A low hum vibrated through me as broad shoulders kept my knees spread, and the stroking of my lips grew in heat and intensity. It was then that I realized the pulsing stroke was a mouth, the pressure now grinding into my clit was a nose, and the waves of heat was my lover's excited breath warming me. I moaned softly, arching my back as the sensations built, already wet before my panties had even been moved.

My eyes snapped open and I glanced down, expecting to see vibrant green irises piercing me with a lustful stare, but instead I only saw a large lump under the blankets that still covered me from the chest down. I could feel him down there, his arms wrapped around the backs of my legs, his big hands caressing my hips and holding me open while he teased me. Seeing Loki between my thighs was always such an arousing sight, I didn't think that not being able to see him would be, too. But, there was something about not knowing what he was doing, or being able to anticipate where he would touch next that was just as exciting, if not more so. I couldn't see him, I couldn't hold him, I could only writhe as his mouth grew more insistent, pressing his tongue against my center before dragging his teeth closed. I gasped and arched, driving my head back and gripping the pillow in my hands as I whimpered his name. Nearly desperate to feel his touch on my skin, I didn't make a peep when my panties were suddenly ripped off of me. They weren't any of the new ones, anyway, what did I care? Especially when his hungry mouth latched on, crushing his nose into my clit and sucking me into his mouth, sliding his tongue up the middle in a hard swipe, growling in pleasure at the taste of my arousal. He lapped at me, dipping his tongue inside and suckling on my inner lips, subtly shaking his head back and forth, up and down to tease me with his nose. My hips bucked and I stifled a groan, desperate to feel more of him, desperate to feel him inside me.

Before I let out the sounds that were swelling in my throat, I slapped a hand over my mouth to quiet any extraneous noises. I didn't know what Veronica was doing today, if she was awake or present, but I couldn't risk her overhearing. I whimpered pathetically as Loki continued to push his face into my pussy. One hand slid back around to the front, carefully probing at my slick hole with two fingers while his tongue wagged across my hardened nub before easing them inside. I sank my teeth into the meaty part of my hand then, bemusedly noting the taste of blood in my mouth as his fingers curled inside of my trembling channel, beckoning me toward climax before I could even think to fight it. Panting into my palm, my sharp little sobs came out muffled and weak while he groaned against me. His tongue stroked down, with the very tip between my lips, the flat of it still cradling my clit as he kept his long fingers pumping and curling against the walls of my cunt, clenching and trembling through my orgasm.

When it finally subsided, he withdrew his fingers and licked a wide stripe up the middle, before kissing his way to my hip, over my stomach and up the middle of my chest. Undeterred and unbothered by the cotton Tshirt in the way, his hands followed, smoothing over my skin and groping at my breasts. His head finally peaked out from beneath the blankets, his hair was ruffled and messy, his face was flushed and damp in places, and those intense green eyes were wide with his desire. He grinned at me, no doubt satisfied by the way I struggled to breathe, and slid his hands up to lace his fingers with mine, inspecting the damage I'd inflicted on myself. Those eyes held mine as he brought my hand to his lips, swirling his tongue over the broken skin, collecting my blood and saliva, before sealing his mouth around it and drawing gently. I didn't have time to contemplate on vampire kinks, as Loki followed that action by interlocking our hands again, holding them down beside my head, and slanting his mouth over mine, not unlike the way he'd done underneath the blankets. The taste of my own blood and arousal mingled, and my responding moan was weak and confused–that shouldn't be so sexy, why was it so sexy? I returned his kiss eagerly, gripping his hips with my knees and was delighted, as well as relieved, to find he was already naked and hard when he pressed his length against me. We rocked in tandem, groaning into each other's mouths until he shifted just a little, and then he was slowly sinking inside. Groans turned into gasps as he filled me, and I sighed at the feel of his body meeting mine.

"Oh, dúfa mín, ek fritþr þu. Ek er þin ok þu er mi," he murmured breathlessly as he began to move, the rhythmic push and pull that was now so familiar that I almost didn't remember a time before it. The emotion in his voice made my thundering heart clench in my chest, even though I had no idea what he was telling me. Whatever he was saying, he meant it and knowing him, it was probably tooth rottingly sweet.

We rocked slowly against each other, locking hands and lips between breathless moans. It wasn't until this moment that I realized that, of all the times we'd done this in the last week, we hadn't done this, we hadn't made love like this l, since our first time. Wild, furious fucking, sure, several times. Passion and need had taken precedence, while these unhurried movements and the gentle cresting of pleasure were foregone in favor of making the most of our limited time. But now, as we writhed in unison, with nothing and no one to get in our way we could take our time. Loki lifted his head, parting our lips with a deep sigh and trailing kisses over my cheek to my ear, flicking his tongue and taking the lobe between his teeth. I didn't usually like that, the feel of a cold tongue and the wet smacking sound so close to my ear would hit me like a glass of cold water, but as with everything he did to me, Loki was the exception and I tilted and turned my head with a moan to give him room to do whatever he wanted.

As amazing as the slowly undulating movements felt, as much as I savored the tenderness, I was quickly reaching the point where I needed more. I clenched and bucked beneath him and he responded with a deep, repetitive swivel of his hips, hitting every spot that had me arching with need. He released my hands and reached down to hold my bottom up, changing our angle of contact while he dug into me. It took supreme effort to remember that I needed to be quiet, but it seemed like my prolonged silence was a personal challenge he was determined to meet. Then he started moaning into my neck, he knew how the lewd sounds and filthy words affected me, and he had no mercy, telling me how sweet I was, how delicious I felt on his cock, how he would live inside of me if he could. Of course it made me wetter, of course it had my body shivering with an approaching orgasm, of course–but I stayed quiet. That is, until his sounds of pleasure started mounting and growing louder, the soft moans turned into loud grunts as the pace picked up. I tried to cover his mouth with my hand, but he smirked and shook free, so I did the only other thing that my muddied brain could think to do: I tangled my fingers in his hair and pressed his face into my chest. Somehow through our grinding and rolling, my shirt had worked up over my breasts and he had no choice but to suffocate there or take a mouthful of nipple.

Evidently, he found the latter to be the preferable option and latched onto it, taking more of my skin into his mouth than necessary, sucking hard and biting harder. I groaned desperately at the mix of pleasure and pain, and my climax washed over me. His fingers dug into my ass as his thrusts stuttered, adding even more of that erotic pain, and growled into my breast. He rode me hard, pumping me full of everything he had to give, until he collapsed on top of me, gasping for breath.

My limbs were heavy and I wanted nothing more than to drift back to sleep with him, but I could see that the sun was up already. True I didn't have anything all that pressing to worry about, but I didn't want to waste a single moment in his presence, and I had things to tell him.

"Well, good morning to you, too," I breathed sarcastically. Loki chuckled and nuzzled into my chest, making himself comfortable using my breasts as pillows as he laid heavily on me. If he was reluctant to move, I couldn't blame him.

"Oh, now you want to talk," Loki snarked, without lifting his head to look at me. "Just a moment ago, you seemed so eager to keep me quiet."

"For good reason," I shot back defensively. " My neighbor can hear us through the walls." He glanced up at the wall above our head with a wide eyes. "Yeah. She heard us after Michael left yesterday, she thinks he had to 'come back and get some sugar for the road,'" I shuddered, barely suppressing a gag.

"He's not getting any sugar, this is my sugar," he grumbled petulantly.

"Well, yeah, we know that, but she can't," I laughed. "It's fine if we make noise when he's home, she can just assume it's me and him, but she'll definitely notice if someone is still 'giving it to me pretty good' when she knows he's not here." It was obvious he didn't appreciate even the idea of Michael and I having sex, not that I could blame him, but at least he understood. "Besides," I added, coming up with an idea. "We can make a game out of it," I suggested, and he quirked a brow in question. "Try to be as quiet as we can, whoever cracks first loses."

"I could just use an enchantment, make our voices sound like something else," he offered. Well, that was certainly more practical, but where was the fun in it?

"We can save that, for if we find we're not capable of being quiet," I said with a grin.

"That's my girl," he chuckled and leaned in to press a kiss to my lips. Already, I felt the tingling stir where we were still pressed together, even if he had slipped out of me at some point while we were talking, it would take nothing to get me worked up all over again. I never seemed to get enough of him. Reluctantly, very reluctantly, I pulled away.

"We should get up," I suggested.

"Ugh, but why," he groaned, cuddling himself back into my chest in protest.

"One, I have to pee, urgently;" I told him, pushing on his shoulders until he rolled to one side to let me up, and hurried to the bathroom. Once done in there, I came back and continued. "Two, I'm hungry; and three, there are things to do."

"Oh?" He asked, propping himself up on one elbow and leering at me while I stood there pantless.

"Yeah," I grinned. "I had a really good day yesterday."

You can find Chapter 6 here: https://at.tumblr.com/constablewafflebottom/dream-a-little-dream-of-me/cdzybpfoooiu

Chapter 8: coming soon!

And the Master List here:

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Translations:

Streðmik- Old Norse, fuck me

tikdropi- Old Norse, tik is bitch (as in a female dog), dropi is son of

Elskan mín- Icelandic endearment, my love/darling

yndiðmitt- Icelandic endearment, my little sweetie

Meyla krafla mikli þur syr- Old Norse curse, Child born of a long dead sow

dúfa mín- Old Norse, my dove

ek fritþr þu- Old Norse, i love you

Ek er þin ok þu er mi- Old Norse, i am yours and you are mine

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allpromarlo · 2 years

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i think its time for marvel to put taika waititi thor down. the world is ready for something new

#i understand he pretty much revived the character with ragnarok but that's where it should've ended #i'm so tired of him wasting the entire supporting cast from the original thor films and ratting them out for his ocs #like fuckin korg didn't need to play this major role in love & thunder #just felt like taika was writing his self insert into the story and it was BAD #also justice for the warriors' three and lady sif because i am TIRED of seeing them be disrespected #they suffered from the clusterfucks that were the first 2 movies (especially tdw) and now taika is paying them dust #killed the warriors' three off in ragnarok and made sif a joke character in love & thunder #like honestly love & thunder wasn't bad. definitely not as bad as people were saying. but also not as good as people were saying #but it's time for taika waititi to go because at this point he's doing more bad than good #just...leave thor alone. make him a lil more angsty and edgy again #and this time have it not be focused around loki being a bitch #i am tired #movies #thor love and thunder #taika waititi #i will get hordes of gays on my ass but i do not care #i am speaking the truth

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thatredheadwriter · 3 years

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Too Much

I am still fairly new to writing smut (and fanfiction in general). Any constructive criticism is welcome, but please be kind. Please read the warnings and enjoy!

This is an NSFW one shot featuring a female reader and Loki. Do not read if you are under 18 years of age or are uncomfortable with the following topics:

penetrative sex

degradation

collaring

spanking

dirty talk

sub drop

use of safe word

aftercare

magic

Loki is punishing the reader for flirting with Steve at one of Stark's many parties. He's spanking and degrading her, when something goes wrong. Loki makes sure she knows how loved special she is.

(Author’s Note: This is a short little drabble that I was just really inspired to write. It only took me about 30 minutes to write, so I apologize for any spelling/grammar or other errors.)

Tears, snot, and spit ran down your chin as Loki fucked into you from behind. The golden leash connected to your collar was wrapped around the hand that held your hips in place. His other was focused on landing various swats on your ass.

"You filthy little whore," he sneered, "flirting with the good captain right in front of me."

He landed an extra harsh slap to your right cheek, and a broken sob escaped your throat. You were being punished for flirting with Steve at Stark's party earlier. It had started innocently enough, but as time went on, you found yourself laughing and actually enjoying talking to the super soldier. You had a feeling if it was anyone else, Loki wouldn't be nearly as pissed, but Steve really pushed his buttons.

Steve never really forgave Loki for the whole 'trying to take over the world' thing, despite his repeated apologies and explanations. No matter how many times he told them how he was pulled from the void, tortured into submission, and threatened with an eternity of the same if he failed, Steve couldn't get over it.

So when Loki came back with drinks for you both, to see you laughing and touching Steve's forearm, he was furious. You knew you were really fucked up when he smiled at you. Not a warm smile, not a sly or sexy smile, but the one he wore when he was really and truly pissed. Loki may have been a master of hiding his true emotions, but you were the master of reading them.

"You're just a little cockslut aren't you. Just hungry for whatever piece of meat is around to fill you up. Stupid whore."

Your heart began to break. You were a bad girl. You disappointed Loki, your beautiful master. He didn't want you anymore, and you couldn't blame him. Loki gave you everything you ever wanted, and asked for so little in return, and you failed him. He was going to leave you. You finally did the one thing that would push him away forever.

"Greedy little bitch aren't you," he laughed. The sobs were coming more frequently now, and you couldn't see for the tears in your eyes. It was too much, and you couldn't take it anymore.

"Black!" you cried out through the tears.

Loki immediately stopped everything. In a flash of green, the collar and chain were gone, as were the silk ties holding your wrists together and in front of you.

He quickly moved you both so he was lying on the bed and he pulled you on top of him so he could hold you. He conjured up a cloth and began gently wiping your face and cooing softly to you.

"Shhh, shhh, darling. You're okay, you're safe," he moved your hair away from your face and you leaned into the gesture.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, master," you choked out between sobs, burying your face in his bare chest.

"It's alright, pet. You've done nothing wrong."

You began shaking your head adamantly at his last statement.

"No, no," you sobbed, "I was a bad girl. I was bad."

He ran your fingers through your hair, knowing it was one of your favorite things, "Oh, my sweet, you were so, so good. You are always so good for me."

"Please don't leave me," you whimpered.

"Never, my love. I will always be here, as long as you'll have me."

"Do you still want me?" you asked timidly, finally looking up at him. Your breathing had evened out with only the occasional hiccup.

"I will always want you, (Y/N)," his face was softer than you'd ever seen it. He caressed your cheek and planted a soft kiss to your forehead. "Do you want to take a bath?"

You nodded meekly, and he chuckled a bit. A whine slipped from your lips as he moved out from under you, but you were quickly placated when he scooped you up into his lean arms bridal style. He proceeded to carry you into the adjoined bathroom.

Loki used his seidr to instantly draw a hot bath, shimmering with scented oils and flower petals. He walked to the edge of the tub and allowed you to stand in the water before helping you sink down into it. He stepped in behind you and positioned himself so you were sitting between his legs, your back resting on his chest.

You hummed in contentment as he began washing you with a soft cloth. He pressed tender kisses to your neck as he moved the cloth over your tender skin. When he was finished, you both sat in the hot water enjoying one another's closeness.

"I love you, my queen."

"I love you, Loki."

"Do you want to talk about what happened?"

You slowly turned to where you could face him and ended up sitting in his lap sideways.

"I think...I don't think I like it when you call me names like that. Like, when it's mean, or you don't call me yours."

Loki thought for a moment, "So, like if I call you 'my dirty little slut' or 'a good little cumdumpster', you like that, but not when I call you just 'dirty slut' or 'filthy whore'. Does that sound right?"

You nodded and laid your head down onto his chiseled chest.

"I won't ever make that mistake again. Now rest, pet. I've got you."

It wasn't long before you fell asleep given the hot water, relaxing scents, and the comforting arms of your lover. As the sound of Loki's breathing lulled you into darkness, you couldn't help but thank the heavens for sending him to you.

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#loki #loki laufeyson #loki odinson #loki x reader #dom!loki #dom!loki x reader #dom!loki x sub!reader #loki smut #loki imagine #loki oneshot #loki headcannon #loki fanfiction #loki fanfic #loki fic

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littlepupthoughts · 3 years

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Warming Up to You Chapter 2

Aprox: 1,700 Words

CW: SMUT. thor x loki x reader. size difference. soft!thor. dom!loki. puppy!sub!reader. Intoxication(dub-con). Petplay. The word cunt. minor restraint. fem!fingering. overstimulation. a little degradation/namecalling. praise. threeway. orgasm denial. Oral: (fem and male receiving). a little aftercare. being overwhelmed.

AN: well here is chapter two! This is where we get nice and smutty. Let me know your thoughts on a more innocent take on Thor. And well your thoughts in general! If you like my work I am also currently taking requests!

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“Would you help me play with her?” Loki’s voice echoed in your head as you desperately waited for an answer. So many emotions swirling through your head, embarrassment, fear, hesitation, and excitement. The excitement was rushing through your body making your nerves tingle and mingling with the fear making your heart race. The only sounds in the room were the droning of the infomercial and the loud thumping of your heart, then it all seemed to stop as you heard a content hum with a quiet “yes.”

Loki began moving first, sitting up and closing the recliner chair. Then he offered his hand out to you, you reaching out to take it. The three of you file in to Loki’s bedchamber as he gently rubbed his thumb over your hand to calm you, nervousness bubbling your brain. Loki waved his and removing both of your clothing as you laid on the bed, he kept your attention on him by gently tracing his fingers up and down your body.

He leaned in hovering his lips next to your ear, “this is going to be so much fun my little one. Remember you need to play nice with him, I don’t think he has ever played with a submissive before. Will you be on your best behavior for me?” You nodded enthusiastically, the nervousness lessening as your brain began softening. Thor had finished undressing and laid down facing you, you looked over to him. He lifted his hand to touch your chest but hesitated, you gave him a reassuring smile then your eyes fluttered as his large warm hand pressed against your skin.

“She’s.. so small,” He half mumbled to himself half to Loki. He propped himself up on one arm to better explore your soft skin, his large hand engulfing you in a heat that spread under his touch. He treated you so delicately as though he was scared to break you, a gentle giant showing through his usual boisterous self.

“Mmm, yes she is. My lovely little toy,” You were too distracted by Thor’s hand to notice Loki’s trailing his way down your stomach. You flinched slightly as his hand cupped your mound feeling the warmth radiating from you. The moment you flinched Thor pulled his hand back worried that in his intoxicated state he had hurt you and your fragile midguardian body. His worries dissipated as he heard the breathy moan that escaped from your lips.

Loki took Thor’s hand in his and pressed it down to replace his over your cunt with a smile. He got to his knees and moved to straddle your shoulders, his cock looming over your face getting harder by the moment. Your arms were trapped between his legs as he began lazily stroking himself just inches from your face. He looked down at you his blue eyes boring in to yours, his lips twisted in to a wicked smile. Thats when you felt it, a finger slipping between your folds playing in the wetness that had pooled there. He was spreading it around using the slick to glide over your clit making sparks shoot through the little bundle of nerves. He kept moving, never staying in the same place long enough to do anything more than tease you and drive you mad. Coaxing more and more of your juices to trickle out of you and on to his rough fingers.

You couldn’t help but whimper pathetically as you struggled against Loki’s legs, his cock starting to glisten with precum. Your hips rolled desperately trying to rub against Thor’s fingers. Suddenly they were gone. Your eyes welled up in frustration and you whined loudly, feeling the bed shift next to you as Thor moved out of view. Your heart was pounding in your ears when you felt your knees be lifted, separating your legs. Warm breath suddenly hit your aching mound and you didn’t have time to register what was happening before a wet tongue licked a long stripe up your pussy.

“Look at my needy little slut, you love this don’t you?” Loki purred. You could hear the lust in his voice, and the lust in yours as you responded.

“Y…Yes sir”

“Is he playing nicely with my little bitch?” he asked, tilting his head mockingly. You could only nod your head gasping as Thor’s tongue begins circling your clit, as if to further prove himself to you.

“Use your words pup, he can’t understand you.”

“YES! Yes sir!” you cry. Thor hummed against you in response, greedily lapping at you. His hands clutching your thighs tighter as he began sucking on your clit, flicking his tongue over the engorged bud ruthlessly. Your eyes grew wide as pressure built up in your core making you writhe. You desperately tried to speak but your pleading only came out as a whisper to Loki but he understood.

“Not yet.” your heart plummeted in to your stomach as you held your breath. Loki moved off your chest his dick twitching madly dripping precum on you as he kneeled at your side. Thor looked up at you buried between your legs, his beard against your raw skin. With your arms freed you reached down grabbing a fist full of his hair pulling him closer, grinding down on his mouth. Your eyes squeezed shut in concentration using every ounce of will power to not cum, the pressure in your core building further.

“Open your eyes pet, I want him to see your face when he makes you orgasm,” his tone left no space to question his orders, especially with the promise of release. Your eyes met Thor’s below you, his eyes were dark with lust and made you feel like prey trapped with a predator.

“You may come now y/n.” You screamed as your muscles spasmed, lightening shooting through you. The pressure that had built up exploded as you writhed helplessly overwhelmed by the pleasure. Thor’s eyes never left yours drinking in every single moment. The intensity began to ebb away and you gasped for air. Your hands shot up grabbing at the sheets trying to wriggle away from Thor’s mouth still licking at your overstimulated cunt, lapping up every drop leaking out of you. His began to let up when Loki cut him off, “No Thor, keep going. I think my sweet little pup needs more.”

Your eyes were still locked on Thor’s as his speed picked back up. This time he began focusing more on your entrance, using his tongue to explore while his hand reached up to part your lips and rub his finger over your swollen clit. You couldn’t help but close your eyes seeing fireworks behind your eyelids. Your hands quickly reached down with the intention of pushing him away but not quickly enough. Loki climbed back over you locking your arms back at your sides. You opened your mouth to protest only to be filled with his precum covered cock. He pressed it deep in to your soft warm throat muffling your gargled moans. You felt it spasm as he began pulling it back out only to ram it back in deeper than before.

Your mind was fading in and out, overwhelmed by the assault on your body. You started to feel floaty and fuzzy as the pressure began building up again the sensation making you writhe under the weight of Loki’s body. His cock was cutting off your oxygen and making the situation feel unreal. Nothing was real except the tingling heat spreading through your veins, Loki buried in your throat, and the wet tongue lapping at your swollen lips.

Then a new sensation burst in to your mind. A finger began slipping inside of you, painfully slowly it started exploring. Thor’s tongue continued it’s relentless dance on your clit while moving steadily deeper in to your heat.

“Loki! Please please please, I need to come..I can’t!” your words came out an unintelligible garbled mess.

“What was that little one? Do you need to come?” He was still sliding himself in and out of your throat making speaking next to impossible. “Again? Already?” You were almost crying at this point. Jumbled sounds spilled from your lips.

“Come for me.” he snarled.

And you did. While your insides spasmed around Thor’s finger he slipped in another making you feel even fuller, making your orgasm even more intense. Your moans and gasps vibrated around Loki’s cock pushing him over the edge. His hands reached down grabbing a fists full of your hair pulling you closer. Ropes of cum came shooting out of him coating the inside of your throat, you gurgled and sputtered as he kept coming. So much teasing and holding back for so long made his release powerful. He threw his head back, the growl that escaped his lips turning in to a moan. You struggled to swallow all of his seed as he slowly pulled out letting you gasp for air.

Your gasp turned in to another earth shaking scream. Thor had found your g-spot and was curling his fingers against it ripping another mind breaking orgasm from your exhausted body. The overstimulation burned through you, electrifying every cell of your body. You reached an impossibly high peak, tears streaming down your cheeks as Thor gently brought you back down.

You were broken, your body spent and your mind shattered. A whimpering mess drooling from your mouth and leaking on to the bed. Both of the gods laid down next to you panting. Loki petting your head and gently placing kisses on your cheek, murmuring praise. He wiped some of the drool off of your face and you let out a moan of thanks as your heavy eyelids started fluttering closed.

“Aww little one don’t fall asleep just yet, we aren’t quite finished.” You barely registered his words.

“You don’t want to be rude to our guest, he took such good care of you. It is only right to return the favor.” This time you understood what he was saying, Thor’s pulsing cock twitching against thigh confirming his words. You nodded starting to smile.

“That’s right little puppy, I know you are aching for more. Such an obedient little play thing.”

#dom!loki #loki smut #thor x reader x loki #tomhiddelstonsmut #loki x you #y/n smut #bd/sm puppy #puppyplay #mcu smut #thor smut #mcu fic #warming up to you

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deexchanel · 3 years

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Wrong Idea

Word Count: 1,055

Pairing: Loki x BlackFem!Reader, Thor x BlackFem!Reader

Warning: Swearing, Angst.

Summary: Y/N does get back on Loki for him not always being around but it doesn't turn out right and he has to slice a couple of hands-off, not exaggerating.

A/N: I had to find the most sluttiest outfit for this one shot and I'm proud, I know everyone that's reading this looks so good in this.

"Loki you're leaving again tonight?"Y/N sat down at her expensive vanity. She was fresh out of the shower and wanted to spend time with her boyfriend. Loki kissed his beautiful girlfriend's forehead then proceeds to grab his wallet.

"Darling I will be back before you lay down to rest. Brother and I need to handle some business and I will make it up to you."

Loki and Thor handled business for their father together. The Odinson family was at the top of the empire and the brothers did whatever they needed to keep it that way. Y/N came into the picture 8 months ago, right along with Sapphire. They became best friends and spent a lot of time together when the brothers are out handling business.

"Ransom will be here for security purposes; please let him know when you are to leave." Loki rolled up his sleeves to his dress shirt. She hated when he had to leave; Y/N rubbed in her facial care muttering.

"Yes, Loki."

Loki noticed the sudden behavior Y/N was giving him. When she gets that way, her mind creates devious plans that usually don't turn out well. "Y/N don't act like this, my love. Whatever you have plan up your sleeve, kill it."

Y/N rolled her eyes from him knowing her too well, "I don't have anything plan." She got up from the vanity, wrapping her arms around his waist. "I love you and I will be up when you get back. Please be safe baby."

Loki gave her a peck on the lips, letting his large hands rub on her ass a bit."I love you more my love, I'll be back in no time."

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Y/N indeed had something planned.

She convinced Sapphire to come out and party at the same club the brothers were doing business at. Gold Bar was the name and it was lit. Both girls stared in awe at how live the club was.

Sapphire pulled Y/N over to the bar for drinks. "Loki is going to lose his mind when he sees what you're wearing." She pulled at Y/N's pink mini dress.

"Do I care? No, he needs to stop putting his work before me. Now let's go have fun!" Y/N drowned the five shots in front of her. Sapphire shrugged going along with it; deep down she was scared she was going to get caught by Thor but fuck it, it's hot girl summer.

"These hoes don't know what life's about!!" The girls yelled letting the alcohol take over.

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An hour in Y/N was fucked up to the max, everything was spinning in her eyes. She has lost Sapphire and was trying to stay focused on finding her, but the alcohol in her system is saying otherwise.

"Excuse me miss, let's dance." A random man came out of nowhere. Y/N was now scared and regretted this whole coming-out thing.

"No, I'm good."

"I didn't ask."He grabbed her waist pulling Y/N to his chest. His hand traveled down to her ass ignoring her obligations to stop. Y/N tried to push him away but he was too strong.

"Let me go!"

"Shut up and dance bitch!" He raised his hand as if he was going to backhand her and Y/N flinched. But, instead, the man's arm was sliced off and fell to the ground. Y/N stared in horror seeing him yelling, clutching his bleeding arm. Loki stood to the side of him holding his dagger in anger.

"Touch what's mine again and I won't hesitate to slice that other one, you puny mortal."Loki's voice laced with venom, giving him a sinister smirk once he was finished as the guy shook his head rapidly. Y/N stared in his eyes seeing how dark they were, frightened her.

Not saying another word, Loki grabbed Y/N by her forearm basically dragging her out of the club. "Ow Loki.." She whimpered hoping he would realize his grip was too tight. When they got closer to the truck Y/N spoke up again, she was losing feeling in her arm.

"Ow Loki you're hurting me!"

Loki let go not even looking at her, he let go of her arm opening the door for Y/N. "Darling get in the truck."

"Loki have you seen Sapphire? I haven't seen her all night. Baby, please tell me you've seen her?" Y/N pulled out her phone, but Loki snatched it out of her hand.

"Darling just get in the truck," Loki repeated again trying to keep his composure. He knew that Sapphire was safe with Thor but he would tell her that when she got in the truck. Tears fell down Y/N's cheeks, she was sobering up.

"Forget getting in the truck Loki! I have to go find-"

That pushed his last button.

"Y/N get in the truck and I'm not going to ask you again!" Loki yelled pointing into the inside of the truck. Y/N obeyed getting in the backseat, heart pounding.

The car ride was silent and since Y/N put him in this mess, she decided to say something first. Wrong Idea.

"Loki I wasn't...I wasn't thinking."

Loki didn't even look her way. "Wasn't thinking? That was very obvious when you decided to wear that dress. Y/N this whole little idea put you and Sapphire in danger. You weren't thinking about nobody but yourself Y/N!"

Y/N dropped her head, "I'm sorry Loki okay? I was jealous."

"Jealous of what darling? I do this business stuff for us! Yes, I might have to work more than usual but that doesn't change my love for you." Hearing her sniffles made him look at his beautiful girlfriend.

"Stop crying my love, come here." He held out his arms for her to crawl in his lap which she did. Loki held her, placing a kiss on her forehead. "I'm sorry for yelling at you."

"I'm sorry for everything baby, please forgive me." Y/N cuddled up to his chest. "I love you Loki."

"I will forgive you, my love." He moved some of her hair from her face. "I love you too darling and don't wear this dress again without me."

"Yes sir."Y/N leaned forward placing her lips into his.

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Y'all I tried my best to write Loki the best way possible. I love this one-shot though!

I tried not to make it too corny.

I feel like he's the type of boyfriend to let you wear whatever you want as long as no one else tries to touch you.

Credit to @sourpatchspinster for commenting first, I hope you like and if not, I loveee feedback!!!

stay slutty my friends.

#thor x you #thor x black!reader #thor x reader #loki x black!reader #loki x you #loki (marvel)#mcu loki #loki layfeyson x reader

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imagine-loki · 3 years

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Can you Keep A Secret

TITLE: Can you keep it a secret? CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: 3 of 4

AUTHOR: ValarieRavenhearst2 ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine working with Loki in some way but you keep your distance because you have a massive crush on him and you tend to always embarrass yourself. Alas you find yourself in need of his help as you need his magic and he’s the only one for the job.

All the incubators in the lab make it feel like a sauna today, with so many new species needing direct heat, we’ve had to give them their own room. All my specimens look healthy and well after yesterdays’ sampling and I record their status on my iPad. After working by myself for half an hour I make the easy decision to take my jumper off before I start to sweat. As I start to wiggle out of it by easing it over my head, my shirt begins to rise with it and I make that awkward wiggle to try and magically make my shirt fall down without putting my arms back down. Whilst in the midst of my struggle I can hear the keypad being used to unlock the lab door and instinctively I throw myself to my knees to hide as my shirt has risen over my bra. Instant regret. I quickly correct myself on the ground as I hear Dr Banner and another botanist talking idly. The side of my abdomen stings viciously in warning as the material of my shirt goes back over it. I quickly flip it up again to inspect a small scratch now etched over my ribs, ending just under my bra. I hiss quietly in annoyance at my own stupidity as I stand calmly to inspect what I could have scratched myself on. Dr Banner greets me in surprise, obviously questioning what I am doing on the ground.

“Good morning.” I give them both a greeting smile, “I just dropped my jumper.” I wave it at them as proof and they go back to their conversation whilst I look at the plant specimens in front of me. This odd, black looking orchidaceous plant looks awfully ominous with its long bristly thorns of an olive green hue. It must have been the culprit as none of its neighbours have any type of protruding bristles. With a slight panic spiking in my veins I try to examine it’s ID card but it’s information is mostly blank as it hasn’t begun rigours testing yet. Shit! What if it’s poisonous. Surely it would be in a covered incubator if it was known to be poisonous and over in lab 2 with the others. I try not to act concerned as I question if the other two know anything about it and the other botanist, Swanson? I think. Says that the whole table is due for testing today by his team. I just nod in acknowledgment and calmly exit the lab. I mean, I feel okay, right? I don’t feel faint and or woozy. I canter off to the bathroom after throwing my jumper over my chair; I quickly raise my shirt again in the mirror to get a better look. It’s not that bad … I suppose. The thin red slice is only about six centimetres long and it doesn’t look like there’s anything caught in the wound. Honestly, what an idiot. I can’t believe I was so reckless. If bloody Branson found out he’d have my head and he’d carry on for eternity how right he was about me. Oh the ridicule! He’d have me on desk duty till he dies. No one can know! I’m breaking every safety protocol we have but if I am to die from it so be it. I’d rather die quietly than admit my fault to that grumpy old git. After a quick rendezvous with the first-aid box I should be fine. I’ll just have to spy on the other team later to see if they come with anything concerning on the evil looking sucker. Ugh! I can’t believe I just did that. As I exit the bathroom mumbling curses at myself, adjusting my skin tight black turtleneck, a wisp of black enters my peripheral and I know that the god of mischief has returned to the floor. His eyes find me as I cross the open bullpen to my desk and I let go of the hem of my shirt and make an effort to make the concern vanish from my face. Draped in a navy Asgardian attire, he is what my high school best friend would call a snack. I briefly notice accents of gold and olive lining the leather but I am quick to advert my eyes and look busy. I suppose he would be a nice distraction from the sting in my side but I needn’t the extra embarrassment on top of my slightly spiked anxiety. I can hear Branson’s old decrepit voice engaging with that sultry sirens call as they wander by my desk but I make myself continue typing on my computer as if my life depends on it. As soon as he’s passed me I can smell his cologne lingering to tease me. Do Asgardians even wear cologne or is that just him? I shake my head, determined not to let my thoughts distract me. As I continue to work at my desk for the day, every time I stretch and move around I check on the other team working in the lab and notice that pointy little sucker is still out in the open so my panic levels have been low and every time I go to the bathroom I check my side; gently peeling off the large non stick plaster to inspect the fading mark. The redness has reduced so much that I have to strain myself to notice the mark. I steal glances with the God of Mischief throughout the day as he wanders from station to station. I smile politely whenever our eyes meet and always breakaway first to continue working, which I notice earns me a sly grin after the fifth time. See, I knew that tricky bugger was up to something. I just know he purposefully loves to get under my skin. But I am not giving him the satisfaction of watching me blush today. Two can play at that game. Danny surprises me at lunch by bringing me a latte and childish teasing. He sits on the edge of my desk and immediately notices Loki working in the adjacent Lab in clear view of my desk. Trying to be noticeably subtle he continuously taps my shoulder whilst cooing in excitement like a giddy school girl. I shush him and punch him hard in the leg whilst acting like his antics haven’t phased me. I’ve been doing an amazing job of ignoring his presence all morning, he is not going to trick me into actively swooning now.

“Oh he looking.” Danny murmurs whilst turning his head away, tapping my shoulder again.

“Shut up!” I mutter back as I briefly glare at him in warning before retuning my attention to my computer screen.

“Girl he’s definitely checking you out.” He rearranges himself as he opts for standing behind me and leaning over me like he’s studying what I’m doing.

“I’m going to kill you.” I swivel in my chair so that I’m facing away from the Lab. “You’re such a trouble maker.” I hiss and jokingly shove him so not to make a big scene. “Don’t you have work of your own to do?” I question as I make an excuse to walk out of sight by taking my drink bottle to fill it up. Danny follows, chuckling evilly to himself.

“Yeah but this is more fun.” I threaten to throw water on him. “But seriously, he’s definitely watching you.” I could feel it! But I ain’t playing into Danny’s game.

“Yeah right,” I scoff as I begin back to my desk with Danny in tow, “what for? A good laugh if I stumble?” I take my seat but swivel so I’m facing Danny and away from Loki.

“Well no ‘cause I don’t think he’s ever laughed when you’ve embarrassed yourself.” Danny leans against the empty desk adjacent to mine and I gasp at him with forced hurtfulness.

“Are you saying I’m not funny?” I question mockingly and his face grimaces fiercely as he shrugs in agreement.

“Well, either he’s attracted to you or just pities you.” He deduces with his great sleuthing skills. “Which would you prefer?” I scowl so hard at him that he might burst into flames yet his shiteating grin is till carved into his face. I don’t answer, not diving into this ridiculous conversation (not to mention unsafe when he’s so close). With a steady, yet annoyed breath, I exhale loudly before turning back to my computer and turn my concentration up to a hundred and ten percent to block out Loki’s alluring figure in my peripherals.

“I have work to do and if you’ve only come to tease me you can piss off.” I purse my lips together in my best passive resting bitch face before flipping him off. Honestly what an arse – breaking basic friend 101 rules. Don’t joke about the crush in front of the crush.

“So touchy today.” He laughs and kisses me on the cheek before stepping around my desk before I can clock him one. “I’ll see you later.” He teases before leaving and I can feel myself being watched and it is so tempting to look to where that burning urge is coming from but I just know if I make eye contact I’ll blush several noticeable shades. I’ll remain strong, purely out of spite. I finish all my paper work earlier than expected and manage to send off all my reports just has mid afternoon rolls around. Spite is a good focuser. As I’m scanning through my emails to see if I need to reply to any I get a page from Clint to say that he’s on his way up to check out his new arrow heads. I beam excitedly in remembrance, jumping up from my desk and heading over to Lab 2, where I had been storing them in the cool room at the back of the lab. I had been experimenting and developing new knockout gasses and combustibles and I thought adapting them to Clint’s arrow heads would be a more challenging task then the standard grenades. Thus far the little project has been a success, they just haven’t had any field time yet. I notice Loki watching me through his lashes as I swipe into the lab and punch in the code. We’ve already exchanged pleasantries for the day so there’s no need for me to make any form of acknowledgment as I enter. As I enter through the double doors he straightens himself, most likely in expectance that I had entered to speak with him since it’s only he and another botanist in the Lab. But I just walk straight through without a glance which gives me such a surge of power, knowing how much confusion I was causing him even though his poker face is exceptional. After punching in the security code on the fridge I gently pull out the draw with the arrow tips and remove the tray, taking it with me. I have to make eye contact on my way back since focusing straight ahead would be too obvious and the key is subtlety here if I want to be one up on his intimidating behaviour. My lips curve pleasantly at him but I don’t say anything as I head back to the door. Clint is already at my desk and is glancing around for me. He waves happily when he sees me and opens the door for me so I don’t have to.

“Hey,” he smiles at me and I pass him the tray, “you sure these work?” He questions mockingly.

“Have I ever failed you before?” I coyly quirk my brows in rebuke.

“Want to test them with me?” He nods his head at the door for me to follow him and I do with a skip in my step. I did archery as a child but I got nothing on him. I take my time to relish in the fact that Loki hasn’t taken his eyes off me as I exit through the corridor and I even dare a cheeky, subtly seductive glance over my shoulder just to make sure. Oh it feels good to be bad .. no wonder he loves it.

#Loki #others #submission #submitted fic #ValarieRavenhearst2 #can you keep a secret #chapter 3

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