#loki x afab

[yunggoblin]

Can I? - Loki Laufeyson (18+)

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x Female!Reader

Summary: Loki has been hiding his Frost Giant form but on an accidental slip during a hot occasion you can't help but to ask him to 'suck it'.

Warnings: +18, Mature, Smut, Oral, Frost Giant Smut, Dirty Talk, Minors DNI!

Word Count: 1,918

It was a cozy Friday evening, everything in the world was perfect, no evil villains to fight, no wars to get involved with other countries and no civilians getting hurt during it all. The soft rain pitter pattered against the shingles on the room, the gentle blow of the wind pushed the rain droplets against your apartment window making soft thumping sounds when the fat raindrops hit.

You sat on the large couch, sprawled out flipping through channels, there was nothing catching your attention only for a mere few seconds then you flipped the channel. Bored with the television you turned down the volume, your attention was now on something else, no, someone else.

Your boyfriend was in his little corner of the living room, sitting in a comfortable single chair with a book in his right hand. His beautiful baby blue eyes skimmed across the page of the book only to flip it with his other hand and continued on reading. His page turner hand (left hand) went to his jaw, his slender fingers pressing against jaw as his tongue slowly darted across his lower lip as if he was focusing on the book even more, to be one with the book, even thought you’ve seen him read that book front to back, cover to cover over a thousand times. What more does he need to understand with that book?

That didn’t stop you from admiring him. Your eyes drifted downwards to his muscular arms, even with the light book in his hands his biceps flexed beneath the cotton shirt. Skimming down his slender body, he sat man spreading in his chair, his legs open for you to enjoy the bulge nestled in between his legs, you outlined the curve of his cock with your eyes, drinking in his posture. The tight slacks you got him one Christmas were your favorite. Loki complained a bit about how they were a little too tight in the crotch area but you insisted that they would stretch over time. They did no and stayed tight no matter how many times he wore them and how many times they’ve been through the wash. 

You clenched your thighs as your mind started to become clouded with lust. Not containing yourself anylong you climbed down off the couch and was on all fours on the floor and started to crawl towards Loki. Wedging yourself in between his legs, Loki pulled the book off to the side and smiled down at you. “Hello, darling.” He hummed. “What can I do for you, my love?” His voice was soft as he spoke to you, noticing that glint in your eyes. He knew that look, he just wanted to hear you say it.

“Well, since we basically have the day off and it’s a Friday I was thinking of a better way to kick start our weekend. Something a bit hotter than reading that book of yours a thousandth time.” You licked your lips, only to bite your bottom lip hiding your grin.

“Oh yeah?” Loki cocked his head to the side slightly, “and what would that be?” 

You pouted looking up at him. “Maybe something like this?” You stood up and straddled Loki in his reading chair, only leg over the other on his lap. “Maybe something like kissing.” Your lips traced over his neck, up his jaw line and to his ear lobe where you nibbled at it. 

“Hmm, a little light kissing does sound hotter than reading this book.” Loki relaxed into the chair a bit more. “Anything else?” He placed his hands on your ass.

“Maybe get a little friction going.” You breathed against his ear, slowly grinding yourself against his lap. A soft gasp escaped your lips as your clothed clit grinded against his slack, the roughness giving off that perfect satisfaction. 

“Y- Yeah? Friction is always good.” Loki hummed, his hands kneading your ass, pulling you closer as you were practically humping him now. “Shit.” Loki whispered as you grind yourself harder onto him, his cock waking up and blood rushing south as he grew larger. 

Your sloppy kisses dragged out away from his ear lobe, down his neck and back up to his jaw line. “Maybe even slip a little of your tip inside me.” You innocently said. 

“Fuck, by the gods I’d love that. Fuck my tip in that tight little hole of yours.” Loki moaned as your lips were on his in seconds, you both moaning against each other's mouths. Loki’s right hand went to the back of your head, kissing you harder as his left hand came down on your ass, spanking you. 

Your hips grind harder against his pants, humping him at a pace you both thought was pleasant. You hissed softly as Loki grabbed your hair and pulled your head back, his lips soon attacking your throat, his teeth sinking down into your neck making you cry loudly. His teeth seemed to be a bit sharper than usual but you paid little knowledge to it. Your eyes closed, head tilted back as Loki kept rutting against you each time you grind down on him. Loki pulled away from your neck, moaning. “Fuck, I need you, now. I need to be inside you, Y/N.” 

As you opened your eyes to take off your shirt you met something you’ve never seen before but only heard stories of. You gasped loudly, almost backing away from Loki but froze in his lap. Loki’s crystal blue eyes were now ruby red and his pale skin was now a dark blue with markings around his body and somehow his body was even slightly larger than before, you might even dare say bigger than Thor.

“L- Loki.” You swallowed. “You’re eyes.” You breathed out, they were beautiful as he stared at you in confusion only to raise his hand to see this true form. 

“I- I need you to leave- please, Y/N go.” Loki begged, choking up as tears started to welt in his eyes. “I can’t have you see me like this, please. I’ve never wanted you to see me like this.” Loki turned his face so you couldn’t see him or the tears streaming down his cheeks. 

You sat on his lap, not moving while he still hasn’t looked at you, not even from the corner of his eye. You settled yourself against him, accidentally grinding your hips against him until you froze again. 

His cock. His cock felt much thicker than before, girthier and heavier. You’ve only heard stories about Loki’s true form from his adopted brother, Thor and here you were, sitting on the God of Mischiefs lap while he was in his full Frost Giant form. This was most likely ever going to be your only chance to ever see him like this again. “C- Can I…” You paused, your mouth watering so much from the saliva you were collecting. You were getting yourself too excited for this question.

“Y- Yes, yes you can leave.” Loki finished the sentence he thought you were going to say.

“Can I suck it?” You asked quietly as Loki spoke.

Loki snapped his head towards you, his bright bloody red eyes looking at you. “What did you say?” He breathed out.

“Your cock.” You pussy fluttered. “Can I suck your cock?” You asked again. 

“You’re not disgusted by this… this monstrous form I’m in?” Loki asked, his long black hair flowing over his shoulder. 

“What? No, I’ve been dreaming of seeing you like this, I’ve only heard stories about you in this form.” You licked your bottom lip and smiled, tucking a strand of his long hair behind his blue ear. “And, besides, between you and me I think this form of you is pretty fucking hot.” 

Loki exhaled through his nostrils, his cock twitched as you flirted with him. “You truly want to suck it?”

“More than anything.” 

“Even if you might choke while taking it all, I’m pretty big.” Loki pushed his hips upwards, his very long length grazed against your aching pussy. 

A soft whine left your throat. “I know, I can tell.” You hummed at his impressive new size. 

“Well then, what are we waiting for?” Loki leaned back in his chair, spreading his legs even more for you to take the invite. 

You smiled largely at him as you climbed off his lap and quickly undid his pants, dragging them down his muscular blue thighs. You swallowed the saliva collecting in your mouth at the sight of him. His large cock had a few extra veins on it along with the same markings on his forearms, you exhaled a breath, the hotness hitting his cock making it twitch. Pre-come was already dripping from the top of it and down the side of his dick. 

“I’m waiting.” He said as he stared down at you.

“Yes my king.” You leaned forward, wasting no time to wrap your lips around the thick tip of his cock and slowly going downwards, letting his cock enter your throat you moaned around him. 

“Hmm, fuck.” Loki sighed, placing his hand on the back of your head. “Fuck, Y/N. I want to see you choke on me.” Loki growled as he pulled your hair back and held it in a ponytail with one hand. “I want to see your face dripping with my come.” Loki pumped his hips upwards making his cock forcefully go down your throat a bit farther. 

You exhaled a breath through your nose, eyes shut as you moaned around him as he started to fuck your face. Hollowing your cheeks, you lapped your tongue around his cock, suckling him down more each time he pushed his dick down your throat. “Fuck- yes good girl, good Y/N. You’re so good at pleasing your king.” 

Your stomach fluttered and your pussy clenched around nothing, betting to be filled by him. You needed to have him inside of you and you weren’t leaving until he was. “Fuck, Y/N.” Loki’s grip on your hair tightened as his cock swelled in your mouth, you knew he was close to blowing his load. You gagged around his cock as he was speeding up his pace, fucking your mouth roughly now. Pre-come and saliva collected at the corner of your mouth, tears spilled down your cheeks as you were now begging for air. 

“Close- fuck, that’s it- right there, right fuckin’ there!” Loki roared with one last pump. Loki's come exploded inside of your mouth making you moan and forcing yourself to swallow his come, not missing any of his seeds. Once Loki knew you had taken all of him he slowly lifted you up from his now soft cock, which was still an impressive size. 

“Are you okay?” Loki asked in his soft voice once more.

“I’m more than okay.” You laughed, sniffing slightly as you wiped your tears away. “Better than okay.” You kissed the tip of his cock which had it twitching back to life once more.

“Easy love, unless you want another round, you best stop there.”

“I do, I want this fat cock in me.” 

Loki stood up, his lower half still naked, his cock now fully erect as he picked you up. “Bedroom, now.”

As Loki pulled you into the bedroom to pump his second load in you, you couldn’t help but to think of how it was indeed a perfect cozy Friday evening for a perfect fuck by your Frost Giant boyfriend.

[sleepingdeath-light]

the concubine ; 18+

requested by ; anonymous (kinktober entry)

word count ; 1036

content ; sexually explicit content, oral (male receiving), implied dom/sub dynamic, referenced praise/worship kink, implied size kink, getting caught/semi public sex

fandom ; marvel cinematic universe / thor films

pairing ; king!loki odinson x non binary afab reader

read also on ; ao3

minors and ageless blogs will be blocked

The role of the concubine was to serve their prince without question or hesitation, to give mind and body in equal measure the second it is asked of them, and to make themselves available at a moment's notice if they are called upon. These traits of willingness, obedience, and sensuality were ones that you'd embodied perfectly for centuries as you loyally served the royal family of Asgard in the only way you could — servicing and pleasuring their youngest prince more times than you could ever hope to count over the millennia you'd known each other; earning you the title of his favourite servant, which he’d often make known whenever such things were discussed amidst the drunken whispers and seedy gossiping of royal feasts.

This favouritism was precisely why you had been the first one called upon when your dear prince had been crowned as the reigning monarch in his brother's absence (well, in truth it was more accurately described as exile but nobody wished to utter such filthy words about dear Thor). Summoned to the throne room by messenger — whose arrival had caused quite the uproar amongst your fellow private servants, which was only made worse by her insistence on you being the only one to come with her — and escorted by a dozen or so guards to meet with your new king. Though, of course, meet was more of a polite euphemism for what you’d been called upon to do, as you fully intended to help him celebrate in ways only a concubine could: with you on your knees, pleasuring him eagerly wherever and however he wished.

So that is exactly what you did.

—————

The coldness of the throne room floor seeped up through your sheer robe and chilled the skin of your calves as you knelt on it, with the only reprieve being the distracting feeling of his large slender hands in your hair and his cock sliding in and out of your mouth. He was big, to put it bluntly: long, and thick, and intimidating enough that most would choke before even wrapping their lips around the pinkish tip — a cock befitting of a god such as himself if ever there was such a thing. As pretty as a dick could be, yet so imposing that you couldn’t help but want to worship it whenever you laid eyes upon it.

And worship you did: reaching up with one hand to gently, tenderly, massage his balls whilst the other grasped at one of the strong, leather clad, thighs on either side of your head just to try and keep yourself steady and upright; running the flat of your tongue along the velvety length of his shaft, circling the pointed tip along the swollen head before taking it between your lips and lightly sucking on it — repeating the process over and over again, slowly taking more and more of him into your mouth each time as you readjusted to his size; taking him to the hilt every couple of seconds, not stopping until you could feel the leaking tip hit the back of your throat, then starting to bob your head and hollow your cheeks whilst humming softly around his cock — watching through your eyelashes as he bit down on his lower lip, furrowed his brow and let his head fall back against the ancient golden headrest behind him. He truly was a work of art; more than worthy of being called a god, and you earnestly told him as much whenever you pulled away for a sparse few moments to catch your breath.

Whispering about how 'large' and 'handsome' his cock was, repeating how 'honoured' you were to be permitted to pleasure him, and calling him 'my king', 'my lord' and 'my god' in between high pitched gasps when you felt the familiar tingling of his magic starting to worm its way between your thighs. Savouring the flavour of him as small pearls of precum slipped from his slit, eagerly swallowing all he had to give even as your legs started to sting and grow numb. Basking in every sound he made because of you — every moan and groan that he tried to muffle by biting down on his glove clad hand, every grunt that punctuated his hips bucking up into your mouth, every low whisper of praise ('just like that,') or command ('keep on going, pet,', 'don't stop until I tell you to,') that he gave to you, and that you followed without the slightest hint of hesitation in your mind or demeanour.

How very well trained.

And, too distracted by the smell of his musk and the heaviness of his length on your tongue as you took him to the hilt once again, you didn’t manage to hear the sound of footsteps approaching the throne room from behind you in time to save your, and more importantly your king’s, dignity. And Loki, completely caught up in the hot tense feeling of his approaching climax and swirling thoughts of what he’d do to you next, didn’t even realise that anyone else was near enough to catch you until it was too late. His superior senses dulled by hazy pleasure until those footsteps came to an abrupt halt and his eyes snapped open to see one of his many guards, mouth agape in shock and frozen in place as he processed exactly what he’d walked in on.

Thankfully all it took was your king yelling at him to ‘get out!’ and scolding him for not seeing that he was clearly ‘busy’ for the unfortunate young man to scurry off with his tail between his legs. Though the mood was very much so ruined after that.

You’d have to continue this somewhere more private later, your king had to do some damage control…

[newromantics2333]

journal of ardency

✨hello!✨🍃welcome🍃✨

you can call me rey or fox (they/them)

!content guide+request rules!

disclaimer : i own none of these characters, this page will be mostly fantasies and some headcannons, that being said, it is up to you to moderate your content consumption, if you disagree or don’t vibe, leaving is simply a tap away, do so at anytime. you have been warned : there will be 18+ kinky content!

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!requests are open!

join me in sharing some love with these lovelies:

sfw platonic possibilities

peter parker (he/they)

shuri (any pronouns that please them)

bucky barnes (he/they)

bruce banner (he/they)

thor

wong

wanda maximoff

heimdall

frigga

shang chi (he/him)

tony stark (he/him)

jimmy wu (babe)

hela

joyce byers (she/her)

argyle (no gender just vibes)

steve harrington (he/they)

stranger things kiddos

robin buckley(she/they)

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loki(she/they/he)

valkyrie(she 💖)

eddie munson (he/they)

sif (she/her)

darcy lewis (she/they)

makkari

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[minisugakoobies]

Hideaway | KHJ

Pairing: Hongjoong x Gender Neutral Reader (AFAB) Genre: smut, crack, strangers to lovers, Frat Bro!AU Rating: M (18+) Warnings: smoking/edibles, stoner!hongjoong agenda, woosan side pairing, oral fixation (as in the author reader is obsessed with joong's mouth), to be fair it's a very filthy mouth, dry humping, biting/marking, tit pinching/sucking, fingering, hongjoong goes downtown & eats it like a vulture, aka cunnilingus, wet & messy, cum eating, a tiny bit of exhibitionism, accidental voyeurism Word Count: 7.1K Disclaimers: NSFW, obviously I don’t own ATZ - they just inspire me

Summary: When your friend keeps dragging you to frat parties, all you want to do is find a place to hide and get high. You definitely don't expect to meet a man with a devilish smile and an even more wicked tongue.

A/N: Hello I'm back with more Ateez! This one's a very self-indulgent fic about getting high with Hongjoong. It all stemmed from discussions with @kiestrokes about what a gorgeous mouth Joong has 🥴 Lokie, I hope you enjoy what you've wrought 😜💕

Unbeta'd as usual. Like this fic? Want me to keep writing Ateez? Please let me know!

ATZ Masterlist 🍃 Main Masterlist

One hour. That’s all San asked of you. Go to a party with him for one hour, because his crush was going to be there, and he needed your support. As his best friend and roommate, how could you say no? 

Two hours into the party, you’re wishing you’d put your foot down. You’re worn out from art studio this week, where it had been your turn to face group critique. Honestly, after that experience, you really don’t want to be around other people for a while. You long to crash on your couch with a stash of junk food and video games and not move until class on Monday. Instead, you’re holding up a wall in a frat house, watching your best friend dance with Wooyoung, the Alpha Tau Zeta brother who’d caught San’s eye. 

You’re happy for San, truly, but a bit surprised at how quickly things escalated from “OMG he’s so cute, do you think he’d dance with me?” to Wooyoung climbing your friend like the mountain he is. San looks completely lovestruck as the other man wraps his arms around his shoulders, and you sigh, resigned to your fate. 

San had promised that you’d leave together, saying he’d treat you to your favorite waffles at your favorite diner after the party, and you’d agreed, but now that means you’re stuck here for god knows how much longer. You could find him and tell him you changed your mind and you’re gonna go. He’d say okay, but he’d say it with that pout of his, and as long as you’ve known San, that pout has owned your weak ass, so there’s really no point. You’ll just wait.

However, hovering like a third wheel isn’t your idea of a good time, so you decide to find somewhere else to hang out. The room is packed with couples grinding, and you weave around them carefully, trying to avoid the beer sloshing about as a girl beside you really puts her back into it. The kitchen is just as cramped as the living room, a beer pong match taking up most of the space, so you keep wandering, until you come to the foyer, where there’s a staircase to the second floor. Wanting to put as much distance between yourself and the loud music, you start to climb. 

It’s much less crowded upstairs. There are a few people scattered along the hallway, talking in small groups, or heading into the bedrooms, all of which have closed doors. You’re a little afraid of what you might walk in on if you open one, so you keep moving, hoping to find a quiet spot to sit and hide. 

Instead, as you round a corner, you come to a dead end. But to your left, there’s a window that’s cracked ajar, night breeze just teasing you with enticing coolness after the rank humidity of the dance floor. You press your palms to the glass, peeking out. It looks like the window opens onto the roof of the back porch. 

Gently, you lift the sash until you can stick your head out. The roof is flat, not sloped. It’s fairly dark, with only the moon above and the string lights crisscrossing the yard providing a pale glow. And, most blessedly, it is devoid of other people.

As quickly as you can, you shimmy out the window.

The backyard is dotted with kiddie pools still full of jello from the last wrestling tournament. In between the pools, the ground is a squishy mess of colorful gelatin and disgusting mud, which means that there are very few partygoers outside right now, besides a handful that you can hear beneath you, hanging out on the porch. But they can’t see you, so you can live with that. 

Settling with your back pressed to the brick wall, you take a deep breath, relaxing. Even though it’s so late in the fall that the weather is already flirting with winter, it’s a nice night to be outside. The air is crisp, but you’re plenty warm in your sweater and jeans, toes tapping idly inside your boots. The moon plays hide and seek behind some passing clouds while you observe contentedly.

“No one’s supposed to be out here.” 

“Fuck!” You jump, so surprised to hear someone address you. The voice came from the shadows of the opposite corner of the roof, where another window mirrors the one you came through. 

There’s a short burst of laughter, and then someone leans into the light. 

Reddish-orange hair hangs over a dark brow, above eyes scrunched nearly closed in glee, further expressed by a full bottom lip twisting upwards in a smirk. As you will your racing heart to ease off, a guy you’ve never seen before carefully steps across the roof. He’s wearing an oversized t-shirt over a long-sleeved striped shirt and jeans. His shirt doesn’t have any letters on it, but he must be a brother here if he’s trying to tell you what to do. 

He’s almost unfairly gorgeous, this stranger who scared you nearly to death, and he’s laughing at you.

You attempt to recover your cool, leaning back against the wall again. “I didn’t see a sign.”

“It’s kind of unsaid.”

“Well, it kind of needs to be said,” you shoot back a little snappily, annoyed that your peace has been shattered. “You’re out here, too, you know.” 

“I live here.” 

“So that’s fine, then?” 

He grins, a wicked thing that has your neck flaming with sudden heat, and slides further out of the darkness, until he’s about an arms-length away. “Ok if I sit here?” 

“I mean, if unspoken rules don’t stop you, what’s me literally saying ‘no’ gonna do?” 

Another quick ratatat of laughter. “You’re funny.” He drops down beside you, tipping his head back to rest against the wall. 

You don’t say anything to his comment, waiting for him to say something else. Like explain why he’s out here or who he is to tell you where you can’t be or anything. A minute passes, then another. You hear the people on the porch heading back into the party and then there’s only the dull thumping of the music inside and the sound of the crickets chirping in the yard. 

You wonder if you should say something to the stranger, maybe explain why you’re out here, but he seems pretty content to sit quietly, and if he’s happy to remain silent, so are you. He doesn’t seem like he’s going to actually kick you off the roof, so you release the tension in your shoulders, inhaling deeply again, and match his pose, staring up at the sky. 

The wind stirs, brushing your cheek with gentle fingers.

“Not into parties?” 

You glance over when he finally speaks. His profile is striking - sharp jawline, straight nose with just the slightest upturn. It makes you wish you had your sketchbook with you. He’d make a lovely model right now, pretty face lit by the soft luminescence of the moon. 

“It’s not that. Just been a long week. I was planning on a quiet night in. But my roommate had other ideas.” 

“And now you’re stuck here, waiting for them?” 

You nod. The stranger hums. 

“Yeah, I can sympathize. Kinda hard to have a quiet night here, like… all the time.” 

It’s your turn to hum. “But… did you not know what you were signing up for when you joined a fraternity?” 

He laughs again. You’re starting to really like the sound. “Do I need to remind you that you’re not supposed to be out here?”

“Do I need to remind you?” 

“Fair.” 

Another comfortable silence. This is your type of stranger - one who respects the sanctity of quiet moments. After a few more minutes, you decide, fuck it, and reach into your crossbody, pulling out your vape pen. You’re not going to get high high while you wait for San, not the way you had planned to do if you were at home melding with the couch, but you can at least take the edge off. 

But before you do, you hold the pen out to the stranger. “Want a hit?” 

He raises an eyebrow, nods.  

Your gaze lingers maybe a few seconds too long as his lips wrap around the mouthpiece, drawing the smoke into his lungs and holding it there for a few seconds. He hands the pen back with an exhaled thanks. 

You take your turn, tipping your face up to momentarily blot out the stars with smoke. The light cherry flavor hangs on your tongue while you hand the pen back over without asking. The stranger takes another lungful.

“So… do you have a name?” 

“Of course I do,” you reply. Dumb questions get dumb answers. “Do you?”

His lips curl into a bright smile. “I do.” 

Another pass. You check your phone, just to make sure San hasn’t sent you any messages. He hasn’t. He’s probably affixed to Wooyoung’s gorgeous face by now.

“Hongjoong,” the stranger says after another inhale. “I’m Hongjoong.” 

“Nice to meet you, Hongjoong. Thanks for not throwing me off your roof.” 

“Thanks for the tokes.” 

He grins at you again, full teeth, and you can’t help but beam back. He really is rather cute - 

“Hongjoong! Are you out here again?”

One of the brothers you’d seen playing pong earlier has his head out the window behind Hongjoong. 

“Yeah, I’m here. What’s up, ‘Hwa?” 

The other man looks past Hongjoong, squinting into the darkness. “Is someone out there with you? You know no one’s suppo-”

“Seonghwa. What do you need?” Hongjoong’s tone shifts, becoming a little authoritative. 

“You better get in here. Mingi’s trying to get everyone to go streaking again.” 

“So?” Your pen is still in Hongjoong’s hand, heading to his lips as he takes another puff. “He’s always trying to do that. No one ever agrees.” 

“So, I guess he thought the best way to convince everyone was by going first. He’s currently doing naked laps around the beer pong table.” Seonghwa frowns. “It’s really throwing off my game.” 

Hongjoong sighs, an exceptionally weary sound. Rising to his feet, he brushes off his jeans. “I better go put a stop to that.” He glances down at you. “If anyone tries to kick you off here, just tell them I said you have my permission.” 

“And I need that?” 

The smirk returns. And then he has the audacity to wink. Before you can catch your breath, he’s climbing back through the window. 

Silence envelops you again. You lift your pen to your lips one more time before tucking it away. 

The minutes tick by.

When the clouds drifting across the stars start to look like tantalizing wisps of cotton candy, seemingly close enough that you could reach out and grab some, your stomach lets out a growl. Maybe you should go grab San away and tell him it’s time to bounce. You’ve done your time. There’s a perfectly golden waffle just waiting for you to drown with syrup at the diner. 

Besides, you can’t wait out here all night for cute boys who may or may not return. As much as you might want to. 

“Again?” 

Two weeks have come and gone since San dragged you to ATZ. And now here he is, knocking on your bedroom door and giving you his best puppy dog eyes as he informs you that Wooyoung’s invited him to another party tonight. 

“Do you really need me to go? I thought you guys were hitting it off.” The two of them had been exchanging texts like crazy, and had gone on a date last weekend. You hadn’t seen your best friend this giddy in ages. 

“We are. He’s amazing,” San sighs, a faraway look in his eyes. “But I need you there so I have a reason to leave. I don’t want him to think I’m easy.” 

You try, you really, really do, but you can’t stop the laughter that bursts out of you. San has proudly called himself a slut on more than one occasion. In the three years you’ve been besties, you’ve never known him to deny himself some dick. 

“Stop laughing!” San puffs his bottom lip. “I’m serious. I really like him, and I want to take it slow.”

“That’s so sweet,” you coo, pinching his cheeks. He ducks his head with a tiny “aish,” but you know he’s not mad. “But why can’t you just make up a reason not to stay?”

The pout returns. “Because he’s hot and I’m weak. Please, help me out?” 

Sighing, you cross your arms. He’s not the only one without a backbone. “Maybe. What’s in it for me?” 

“I knew you’d ask that.” With a grin, he holds out a small ziploc baggie. “Here.” He tosses it your way. 

It’s a brownie. You grin. “Oh honey, you baked!” 

San returns your smile. “The batch came out a bit stronger than usual, so that’s why it’s just a little square. Half of that is probably enough for you. But if you go with me tonight, I’ll let you have the rest of the pan.” 

And just like that, you find yourself at another party packed full of people. This time, the beer pong table has been replaced with a giant ice luge, with coeds lining up to take their turns slurping jungle juice off the frozen display. You give the luge a wide berth, not wanting the sticky liquid to splash the boots you’re wearing. All the seats in the living room are occupied, and dancers are taking up all the open space left, so again you head upstairs.

Unlike the last time you were here, the roof does not provide you an escape, thanks to the chilly autumn rain that simply won’t let up tonight. It’s like the universe doesn’t want you pulling a Houdini this time. At least you have your brownie with you. You just need to find somewhere to enjoy it while you wait for San. 

The doors to all the rooms on the second floor are closed, so you keep moving, climbing up to the third floor. No one’s in the hallway up here, and there’s a room with the door wide open, so you peek your head in. 

Rows of books line shelves built into the two of the walls, The third has a fireplace, unlit, with photos of the fraternity brothers hanging above the mantle. There’s a rather nice overstuffed couch and a pair of high-backed chairs facing the fireplace. 

“These frat boys live like kings,” you murmur to yourself, creeping forward to examine the portraits. Your eye is immediately drawn to one in particular, a redheaded man with a bright smile, whose photo bears the title “President.” 

“I’m having the strangest sense of déjà vu,” a voice suddenly declares. 

Whirling, you find the same man watching you from the doorway. Tonight, he’s wearing a white shirt decorated with big red hearts, unbuttoned halfway down his chest, and a pair of tight jeans. And that sexy smirk of his. 

You frown, clutching your racing heart. “Do you enjoy sneaking up on people like that?”

“Only when they’re somewhere they shouldn’t be.” Hongjoong taps a sign on the door, which declares in extremely big, bold font: ATZ ONLY - KEEP OUT. “It’s clearly stated that this room is off limits. So what’s your excuse tonight?” Though his words are sharp, the gleam in his eye is playful.

Your lips twitch. “That sign probably would’ve worked better if the door had been closed.” You give him an appraising look. “Shouldn’t you be downstairs making sure your brothers keep their clothes on or whatever?” 

While he huffs in amusement, you wander over to one of the walls of books, running your fingers along their spines. They’re all labeled with a year. Grabbing last year’s, you let it fall open to a random page of photos. Wow, some of the brothers appear to be really allergic to shirts - 

Hongjoong snatches the album from your hands, closing it with a snap. “That’s private,” he informs you, slipping the book back into its slot. “And don’t try to change the subject. No one’s allowed in here but myself and my brothers. So come on.” He jerks his head towards the door. 

“Counteroffer,” you say, producing your brownie from your bag. 

Hongjoong pauses with his hand on the doorknob. “What is that?” 

“A brownie.” 

His eyes narrow a little. “Would you say there’s anything special about that brownie?” 

You nod. Hongjoong glances out into the hallway. Then he closes the door. 

“You’re awfully easy to bribe,” you inform him as the two of you settle on the couch, you in one corner, him taking the spot next to you. Carefully, you pull the brownie apart, handing him half. 

“Don’t tell anyone. Can’t have my reputation getting ruined.” He holds his half up. “Cheers.” 

“Cheers,” you giggle, tapping your half against his before taking a bite. 

Hongjoong devours his brownie in mere seconds. A bit of chocolate clings to his lower lip, his tongue flicking out to capture it, and you force yourself to focus on the remainder of your half, so you’re not just sitting there staring openly at his pretty mouth, as much as you’d like to. 

“So, is this your thing? Going to parties just to hide and get high?” 

“Ha, no. Not normally. But my roommate keeps insisting that I come with him.” 

“And where is your roommate now?”

You snort, licking crumbs from your fingertips. “Probably suctioned to Wooyoung’s face.” 

Hongjoong laughs. “Ah, you’re friends with San? He seems like a great guy, from what Woo’s told us.” 

“Woo talks about him?” You can’t wait to tell San. You can hear his bashful giggles now. 

“Yeah. He won’t shut up about him, actually. It’s nice, but it’s also annoying as fuck.” Hongjoong winces. “Sorry. I shouldn’t be so blunt.” 

“No, it’s fine, I get it. I love San, but I can only take so much puppy love before I get nauseous.” 

“Exactly.” Hongjoong grins. He sinks down further into the couch, legs spreading open as he gets more comfortable. 

The two of you are quiet for a moment, long enough for your brain to start asking questions. Is he planning on staying here with you? You’d kinda figured he’d eat the brownie and then go. Shouldn’t he be down at the party, if he’s the president of the frat? 

“You know, you don’t have to babysit me. I’m not gonna do anything in here but melt into the couch for a little while.” 

Hongjoong shrugs. His left hand plays in the rip above the knee in his jeans. “It’s not that I’m afraid you’re gonna do something. It’s just…” he trails off for a few seconds, lost in thought. “I’m not in a party mood tonight. You might not have been trying to hide, but I was.”  

“Oh. Shit. Do you - would you rather that I leave, so you can be alone?” 

He shakes his head. “Nah, you can stay. If you want to. I don’t mind your company.” 

“Oh,” you say again, in surprise. Something flutters in your chest when he looks at you. “Okay.” 

Hongjoong’s fingers return to the tear in his jeans, picking at the strings. “So… do I get to learn your name tonight?”

Oh, right. You’d never actually introduced yourself on the roof. 

He peers at you, clearly waiting for your answer, and the flutter gets stronger. What is it about his gaze that makes you want to tease him? 

“I don’t know,” you sigh, tilting your head as you look at him. “Have you earned it?” 

His eyebrow quirks slightly. “Didn’t know I had to.” 

You merely shrug, biting back a grin. He focuses on the wall opposite the couch, mulling over your words, while you sit beside him, primly arranging your skirt over your tights-covered thighs. The couch is ridiculously cushy and you’re already starting to relax into it. 

“If you won’t tell me, I’ll just go downstairs and find San,” he says after a moment. 

“That’s cheating!”

“Oh, does that upset the rule breaker?” He clutches his chest in mock horror, grinning when you laugh. “Excuse the fuck out of me.” 

“I’m not a rule breaker. I just…” you falter for an explanation.

“Don’t care for parties and prefer pot over people.” 

Hongjoong cracks up at the face you make in response to his too correct reading of you. 

“You’re doing a terrible job of earning my name, just for your information,” you sniff, but when he laughs harder, bumping his shoulder into yours, you cave, giggling. He doesn’t move away when the laughter tapers off.

You make a little small talk. The usual stuff - what’s your major, where are you from, etc. He’s a music production major and apparently spends all his time in the studio, on the opposite side of campus from where your art studio is located. No wonder you’ve never seen him around before. 

Eventually the room falls silent again. If it weren’t for the thumping coming through the floor, you could almost forget there are other people in the house. You let your eyes fall shut for a moment, ears straining to make out the music drifting from the first floor. It’s only the drums and bass that you can catch, something pulsating and rhythmic. Hypnotic, lulling you further into relaxation. 

That’s when you feel it. That telltale body buzz that starts in your feet and spreads all over. Your thoughts become a little floaty, each one drifting away before you can really grasp them, and you turn to Hongjoong. 

“I think I found the drugs,” you giggle. 

Hongjoong lets out a single “ha” from deep in his chest, and then he hums. You let your head fall back against the couch and close your eyes.

“Oh shit, there they are,” you hear Hongjoong say, with another laugh, and you start to giggle again, and when you look at him, he’s watching you, and you wonder what it would be like to kiss him right now, with his face so close to yours. His lips look very kissable, meant to be nibbled and sucked. You long to, biting your own lip as you fantasize about his taste.  

Hongjoong sighs. “Damn, I feel good. Thank you. You’re officially my favorite trespasser.”

“Is that a long list?” 

His grin widens. “Longer than you’d think.” His eyelids lower a little as he leans closer. The air feels like it’s heating up around you now. Your skin tingles from your high, and it only increases when Hongjoong’s fingers cup your chin. “Can I kiss you?”

“Why?” is what flies out of your mouth in surprise, even though you’re dying to feel his lips on yours.

“Because I like kissing pretty people when I’m high.” 

Heat pools in your belly, and you shift on the couch, reaching for him. As your fingers twist in his shirt, your mouths connect. It’s a slow, wet kiss, tongues warm against each other, rolling over and around. Messy, but neither of you care, both lost in the sensation. 

When his arms wrap around your back, you slip into his lap, straddling his thighs. His head tilts up to greedily chase your mouth, and you tug his bottom lip with your teeth, shivering at the way he groans. His fingers dig into your shoulder blades as he pulls you down on top of him, so there’s no distance between you, just clothing and heat between you.  

Hongjoong nudges your face with his, getting you to turn your head so he can nibble on your earlobe. His hands fondle your ass beneath your skirt, grabbing and pinching the ample flesh through your tights, while his mouth ripples down your cheek and neck, covering your skin in soft kisses, before finding your lips again. 

It’s been too long since you’ve made out with someone like this. The last few people you kissed with all treated it like an annoying chore, something perfunctory that had to be performed in order to get what they really wanted. Hongjoong holds you like you’re something to be slowly explored, something to be savored, not just used. 

“Feeling good?” He leans back for a second, brushing his hair out of his eyes as he peers at you. His face is flushed, lips darkened from your nipping, and the rather fucked out sight of him has you clutching at his shoulders, desperately pulling his mouth back onto yours.

“So good,” you moan when you come up for air, rolling your hips. He feels so amazing underneath you, hard cock bulging obscenely in his jeans, that you can’t help yourself, humping away mindlessly while you kiss, whining slightly when you can’t quite find the right angle to ease the aching in your clit. 

Hongjoong laughs into your mouth, fingers sliding up to grab your hips. “Slow it down, baby,” he whispers, pressing more kisses along your jawline. With his strong grip, he takes control, guiding you back and forth, slower, but more forcefully, his own hips moving to grind himself up into you. “‘M not going anywhere. Take your time.” 

Your whole body shudders at his words. With another pitiful whimper, you snake your arms around his neck, tangling your fingers into his hair as your mouth dives for his again. 

Take your time. If he insists. With his encouragement, you lose yourself in the languorous pace he’s set, soaking panties rubbing on the rough denim below, friction building, a wave that never crests, just rolls on and on. You know you could do this for hours, make out and dry hump like this, without coming. It takes you much longer to come when you’re stoned, but the orgasms are so intense that it’s always worth it. 

Your fingers brush over his neck and he shudders beneath you. Intrigued, you lower your mouth to his collarbones, picking a spot exposed by his open shirt, and gently bite down. He groans brokenly, hips jerking upwards, and you lick at the same spot a few times, lazy, slow strokes, before sucking, painting his skin with a love mark. 

“Fuck,” he hisses, bucking again, with renewed urgency. Giggling, you sign your work with a light nuzzle before he grabs your chin, frantically bringing your face to his for more kisses, wet and filthy and so sensual that you feel like you’re nearly going feral with desire. 

“Hongjoong,” you whine, needing more of him, greedy hands lacing into his hair. Your sense of touch is so heightened right now that the strands feel like silk wrapping around your fingertips. 

As you moan again, Hongjoong’s hand travels to your neck, fingers playing there, curling and uncurling. “When you say my name like that, you know what it makes me wanna do?” 

“Wha-what?” Your thighs are starting to get damp, covered in slickness from the sound of his husky voice. You grind down harder, gasping in pleasure when he meets your movements with a powerful thrust of his own.

“Sit you on my cock and fuck you stupid.” He bites his lip, looking down at your chest as it jiggles under your sweater. “Let you ride it. Could you do that for me? Ride it real good?”

“Fuck yes!” There’s no hesitation in your answer. It’s all you want right now, to feel him all over you and inside you. Yes, of course you’d be so good for him, because you know he’d be good to you. Even though you’ve only really just met him, you feel it in your soul. 

“I bet you would. Ride it like a fuckin’ champ. Make it bouncy.” His right hand squeezes your ass, making you squeal into his kiss. 

A dreamlike haze hangs over everything now. You stare open-mouthed while his left hand fondles your breast over your sweater. Then he tugs your top up and your bra down, far enough for the cool air to kiss your exposed skin. His deft fingers pinch your nipple sharply for a few painfully pleasurable seconds before his hot tongue replaces them, and your drug-and-lust-addled brain wonders dumbly for a moment who let out such a shameless mewl before you recognize that it was you.  

Time stretches in that surreal way that it does when you’re high, making every minute feel like an eternity. Hongjoong laves his tongue over your other nipple, sucking the pert bud into his mouth, and you keen, head lolling back while pleasure ripples through you. His tongue is magic. You bet he gives good head. You hope you find out. 

Unfortunately, though, while you’re wondering what his mouth would feel like on your cunt, time has not actually stopped, and there is still a party going on. Which you are rudely reminded of when it suddenly spills over into the room, popping the little bubble that you and Hongjoong have been hiding in.

“Don’t worry, no one’s ever in- oh, shit!” 

A loud curse draws your attention away from Hongjoong’s tongue and to the tall brother standing in the doorway, frozen like a deer. There’s a cute coed holding his hand, peeking around him to see what made him yell. 

“Yunho, what the fuck, man?” Hongjoong groans, a scowl twisting his kiss-swollen lips. “Get out!”

You’re moving sluggishly, brain lagging with arousal and what you’re recognizing is a lot of THC for such a small brownie, but Hongjoong seems to have more of his wits about him, as he carefully lets go of your sweater so you’re covered again. He doesn’t try to slide you from his lap, just places his hands on your waist to keep you steady. 

Tall guy’s sputtering now. “I-I’m sorry, the door wasn’t locked, and - “

“It’s fine, Yun, just go, all right?” Hongjoong glances at you. “You okay?”

If you were sober, you’d probably be horrifically embarrassed to be caught tits-out. Might even run for the door so you could go home and hide for the rest of the weekend or month or year. But between the brownie and the man currently checking in with you, you’re feeling too good right now to really give a shit what anyone else thinks. 

You nod at Hongjoong’s question, beaming happily. A crooked smile spreads across Hongjoong’s face, his thumbs etching tiny circles into your sides. 

“Hongjoong?” Yunho’s basically a statue at this point, completely immovable in the doorway. “I know we’re not supposed to let anyone else in here, but seeing as how you have someone else in here, uh… am I gonna get in trouble for this?”  

“If I say no, will you fuckin’ leave already?” Hongjoong glares at the other man, and it does not escape your attention how sexy he looks when he’s mad. 

“I don’t know. I mean, we’ll leave, but I don’t know if you’re just saying that to get me t-”

“Get out!” 

Your sudden shout snaps Yunho into action. He slams the door shut, leaving you alone with Hongjoong, who is gawking at you with his mouth hanging open. Oops. Maybe you shouldn’t have done that.

“Sorry,” you apologize, cringing. “I didn’t mean to shout.” 

“No, that was so hot,” Hongjoong declares, leaning forward to kiss you eagerly. 

“Yeah?” you pant against his lips in surprise.  

He nods, nose jostling yours, and kisses you again, and again, until you’re dizzy, needing oxygen, but you’re unwilling to tear yourself away from his mouth. All you want is to lose yourself in him again, crawl back into that heat from before. 

Just as you feel it starting to happen, he pulls away. 

“We should probably lock the door,” he says, but he doesn’t move. His eyes are studying your face carefully, you realize, looking for any signs of objection. For some reason, that just makes your answer even more affirmative. 

“Good idea,” you reply, slipping off his lap and crossing the room in three quick steps. You shoot him a glance over your shoulder as you twist the lock. Either the pot is slowing his reactions as much as it’s slown yours, or he doesn’t care that you catch him openly staring at your ass. He grips his cock through his jeans, hand flexing as he squeezes slightly. 

His gaze is too intense even from across the room. It makes you shy, has you lowering your head as you return to the couch. His fingers slide under your chin, tilt your face up to meet his ravenous lips as he guides you onto your back. 

Your boots hit the floor one after the other, followed by his sneakers. One of his arms props him up over you. His other hand grips your thigh, spreading your legs apart, allowing him to slot himself in between. He swallows your sigh when his fingers roam inwards, slipping against your core. 

“Damn, baby, did I do all this?” he asks, rubbing at the dampness seeping through the layers of your panties and tights. 

You pluck at the buttons on his shirt, palms skimming over the warm skin that’s revealed beneath. He hisses quietly when you brush over his stomach. Seems it’s not just his neck that’s sensitive. Good to know. 

“Yes,” you nod, squirming slightly when he drops his hand to cup you. His thumb applies a bit of pressure so achingly near your clit that you whine, almost as loudly as you’d yelled before. “Please tell me you’re gonna do something about it.” 

He smirks then, that maddeningly taunting smile of his. The one that tells you not to be fooled by his quiet demeanor. The one that tells you he’s trouble.  “As soon as you tell me your name.” 

His hand drags frustratingly slowly upwards, spreading your slickness as it goes, making you whimper. “Hongjoong!” 

“No, that’s my name.” His fingertips are crawling now, moving closer and closer to the waistband of your tights, one millimeter at a time. 

The anticipation is driving you insane. And it seems you’re not the only one enjoying it, judging by the way he’s rutting his bulge into your thigh.

“Don’t tease,” you complain, pouting. 

“But that’s my favorite part,” he shoots back, grinning madly. Fuck. He’s trouble for sure. 

His fingers trace shapes over your hips, back and forth, long lines that have you huffing in frustration. Then he curls them under the waistband, pulling them down, just the tiniest fraction of an inch, then another, tongue flicking out to wet his bottom lip as he looks at you, and then - 

He stops. 

You groan, head tossing back to bounce against the arm of the couch. 

“YN, my name is YN, fuck, I yield!” 

“That didn’t take long,” he gloats. “So desperate for me. I love it.” 

If you weren’t still high, you might be embarrassed. Instead, you’re brazen, whimpering in agreement. You want him, just like he wants you, why bother to hide it? 

He finally releases you from your misery by rolling down all that annoying clothing that separates you from him, tossing it onto the floor. A gentle scrape of his fingernails on your bare skin has you trembling, begging for more of his touch. He obliges, lowering his mouth to leave hot-breathed kisses on your thighs. 

“Y’know what else I like to do when I’m high?” he asks, watching you with hooded eyes. His hands haven’t stopped moving, are languidly pushing your skirt up to your waist. 

“What?”

“Eat pussy.” He licks his lips. “Wanna eat you, baby. Can I?” 

“Please,” you groan, reaching for your skirt, pulling it up as far as you can, baring yourself to him. He grins, fingers spreading you open, and you twitch as the little puffs of his delighted laughter swirl over your sensitive skin. 

Hongjoong flattens his tongue, dragging it up and down a few times. You keen, fingers digging into the wool of your skirt, clutching the material tightly, when he keeps moving up, circling your clit, before he undulates his tongue, making the tiny nub bounce. Then he switches back to licking stripes, pressing the taut muscle more firmly against you with each pass.

You feel like your entire body is pulsating in time with your clit. “Oh my god.” 

“You’re so wet,” he groans happily, lapping without restraint at your pussy, sloppy and loud. “Could fuckin’ drown down here.” 

His mouth. It’s sinful, how good he is with it, the way he kisses your folds and sucks on your clit. Uses it to say the filthiest things, keeping up a running commentary: 

Look at you, dripping all over the place. Such a mess, baby. Let’s see how much wetter you can get.

Could eat this pretty pussy for hours and never get my fill. Got me so greedy.

Mmmph, love the way you taste. Bet you’re even sweeter when you come.

You don’t catch every word, given the way he mumbles them into your cunt, but you hear enough to have you babbling in response, chanting his name and praising his skills over and over. 

When your words dissolve into moans, Hongjoong changes it up, adding his fingers to the mix. His mouth seals around your clit while he strokes inside you, warm walls spreading to allow his lithe digits to plunge in and out. Then he thrusts his tongue into your clenching hole, using his fingertips to roll your thrumming nub around, lightly squeezing as he fucks you with his mouth. 

“Hongjoong!” You’re losing your mind, your entire body vibrating with pleasure. “Holy shit, please!” Can’t even finish your sentence, your foggy brain too busy focusing on holding your head up so you can watch him. Drool runs from the corner of your mouth, lips slack as you pant wildly. 

He laughs, popping off your clit with a loud slurp. “Please what?” He nuzzles his face against your thigh, kissing it gently. “What do you need?”

“I - I need…” You break off with a sudden mewl as he presses insistently into that soft spot on your inner walls, like he’s trying to leave an impression of his fingertip. “Oh fuck, right there, don’t stop!” 

“Don’t worry, I got you,” he vows, catching your eye. His face is a mess, hair damp with sweat, a shiny layer of your arousal smeared all over his mouth and chin. His hips keep rolling into the couch beneath him, and his voice wobbles a little as he speaks, but his gaze is unwavering. “Just lie back and let me do my thing. I’ll get you there.” 

He drops his mouth to your cunt again, and keeps his word. 

Time expands again as the tension inside you snaps. Your orgasm pulsates through you, flowing like a wave through your tingling body, wiping away all coherent thought, even turning your vision white for a few long seconds. Hongjoong’s fingers continue to massage your g-spot while his tongue still flutters over your clit, and you slowly come back to yourself, inhaling deeply before sobbing his name. 

He lifts his head momentarily to observe the results of his hard work. “That’s it, baby. Let go,” he murmurs, tongue skimming down to lap at your release. Lost in ecstasy, you thread your hand through his hair, tugging his face closer to your cunt, and ride out your high on his tongue, hips bucking erratically. He voices his approval with a guttural moan. 

Like any other time you’re high, you come for several minutes, shaking and twitching, panting and moaning. When your pelvis finally ceases moving and your fingers release their grip on his hair, Hongjoong pulls away. He doesn’t sit up, just lays his cheek on your hip, dark eyes scanning your face. 

“I was right. You taste sweet when you cum.” 

Jesus. That mouth. You start to giggle, flustered by his statement, both embarrassed and pleased, and he joins you, head bouncing slightly on your shaking stomach. Suddenly you’re overwhelmed by the need to feel him on top of you, to let his weight press you down, anchor you to reality, so with frantic hands you guide him back up to your waiting mouth. 

His kisses are slower now, softer. He’s still hard beneath his jeans, grinding into you, but it’s not as desperate as it was when he was humping the couch. You slide your hands down his chest, down his stomach, down to where the buttons on this waistband lay.

Hongjoong ignores your little cry of protest when he suddenly draws away, sitting back on his heels and peering down, glimmering eyes merrily taking in the state of you.

“You’re gorgeous,” he tells you, and you believe him. “I’m glad you broke in here tonight.”

Despite yourself, you laugh. “I didn’t break - you know what? Not important.” You prop yourself up on your elbows, staring pointedly at his crotch. “Don’t you need help with that? I’m more than happy to return the favor.” 

He smirks. “The party’s not over yet. We’ll get there.” Your stomach somersaults at the promise laced into his voice. “But speaking of parties…”

Right. Holy shit, there’s still an entire frat partying right outside these walls. Hongjoong’s unbelievable tongue managed to make you forget that for a while. 

“I should probably go downstairs and check on things,” he finishes with a sigh, buttoning his shirt up halfway.

It’s strange, you’re still basking in the afterglow of your climax, and yet you can’t help but feel a pang of disappointment. 

It’s just like when you get really high and then eat an entire convenience store’s worth of snacks. Weed makes you insatiable. Hongjoong just gave you an earth-shattering orgasm and you’re already dying for more. 

Maybe you should thank him and let the moment be what it was. 

“Right. Of course.” Begrudgingly, you let him go of him. He rises slowly, stretching and rolling his neck. “Um. That was great. I guess… I guess I’ll see you around?” 

Hongjoong laughs, gesturing for you to stand. “Come on, you’re coming with me.” 

Your heart pounds a quick beat at his smile. 

“Why?” you inquire. “Worried I’ll learn all of Alpha Tau’s deepest darkest secrets if I stay here alone? Think you need to keep an eye on me?” 

“Nah,” he replies, grabbing your hand. You let him tug you to your feet, let him pull hard enough that you crash into him, your palms landing on his chest while he slings his arm around your back to catch you. “I just want to keep my hands on you.”

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[lokisswiftie]

Hey how's it going? I'm a new follower and I would like to request a Loki headcanon about face sitting

Helloo!!! Thank you for following and requesting💗 I hope you’ll enjoy this :) also I apologise I haven’t yet managed to figure out how to word count on here. Anyway hope you enjoy and I love getting requests :)

Loki Face Sitting Headcanons:

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Warnings: smut ofc, mentions of AFAB genitalia, overstimulation

• let’s get into it! From the moment you’re in reach, he’s pulling you down closer. His hands are gripping lightly onto your hips, desperate to taste you.

• He wants so desperately to just get to your clit, but he’s a tease at heart. You’ll be gripping onto the headboard until your knuckles are white as he languidly licks anywhere but there.

• Once he’s made you a whimpering mess, then he’ll latch himself onto your clit. No force in the nine realms is pulling him away now.

• I honestly think he’d be having the time of his life, being able to watch your reactions as his mouth works you up.

• If you pull away when he starts overstimulating you, be prepared to be pulled right back down.

• god bless your neighbours if you have them, because with the way he’ll be working you up… screaming is an understatement.

• This is exactly where he wants to be, being able to please you. Also side note, I’m a firm believer he has a huge praise Kind so please tell him how good he’s making you feel. That’s if you can speak ;)

• His hands are also occupied, holding your hips so you’re firmly against his lips, rubbing soothingly or even assisting his mouth.

• And if you make a mess on him, firstly don’t worry he’ll take care of it with his magic and no complaints… and secondly he might enjoy it a little too much.

• afterwards he’s looking at you with those beautiful eyes, just admiring you until you fall asleep.

[ichorai]

letters of loki ; david loki (m).

pairing ; david loki x reader (afab, gender-neutral pronouns)

synopsis ; nsfw alphabet + micro-drabbles for each letter.

words ; 4.0k

themes ; smut, fluff, barely-there angst, established relationship

warnings / includes ; mentions of scars, unprotected sex, mentions of bondage, oral sex, light roleplay, 'honey' as a pet name, david being exhausted </3

a/n ; been in a terrible fic-writing slump so i tried out the nsfw alphabet format for the first time! hope you all enjoy :)

main masterlist.

A — AFTERCARE

Definitely the kind to hold you close after the act, his arms firmly wrapped around your waist, his nose buried into your shoulder. David’s mostly silent, but would gladly listen and hum along if you wanted to start up any kind of pillowtalk. He just likes hearing the sound of your voice. Eventually, however, he’d get up to take a shower (he’s a creature of habit, after all), and bring you anything you needed, like a glass of water or a damp towel. 

“Your hair’s wet,” you mumbled in complaint when he slipped back under the covers after his brief shower. His cold hands slipped beneath the wrinkled button-up shirt you were wearing (his, he realized a second later), and you made a disgruntled noise.

“Sorry, honey,” he replied with a soft huff of a laugh, but made no move to shift away. Instead, he pressed closer, kissing a warm spot just above your ear.

B — BODY PART

David’s favorite body part of yours would definitely be your hips. Or your eyes. Or your thighs. If you were to ask him, he’d give you a different answer every single time. There’s so much he loves about you, he can hardly pick just one. Though, he really does have a particular fondness for holding onto your hips, even in a non-sexual manner. He also loves any and all of your moles, scars, or birthmarks. Would press kisses against them because he finds them so beautiful in their uniqueness, and it makes him feel close to you. He thinks tattoos are hot as fuck on you too—especially the small ones in the most random places. 

Your favorite body part on him would be his hands. He found it strange at first, how your fingers always found his, how you’d spend hours in bed simply staring at his knuckle tattoos, tracing over every inked etch and every bruise, scar, and callous. It didn’t come much of a surprise to him when he found that you liked the sight of his hand pressing down on your lower stomach as he fucked into you. It got you going—and whatever gets you going, gets him going, too. 

The movie the two of you had put on was entirely forgotten. He was on the ground, knelt down in front of you, tongue tracing utter sin along your soaked cunt. And his hands—oh, his hands—one was gripping on your right thigh with iron-strength, forcing you apart to make space for his insatiable self pressing against you. The other hand was intertwined with your left palm, squeezing every once in a while, as if in reassurance. How sweet of him to hold your hand while he utterly destroyed you.

C — CUM

He’s a classic man—he likes to cum inside of you the most, but wouldn’t mind seeing it all over your tummy or over the inside of your thighs. If he was to make a mess, he would immediately clean it up with a damp towel after, asking if you were okay. 

“Gonna cum inside you—that okay, honey?” he grunted right by your ear, one hand splayed over your stomach, pressing with just the right amount of pressure, and the other gripping your hip tightly.

“Yes—yes, please, David,” you moaned, breath catching at his name as you moved to lay your hands over his so you could squeeze them earnestly. “Need you to fill me up.”

Just the sound of your voice was enough to push him over the edge. He pistoned his hips against yours a few more times until he doubled over with a gruff noise, hot cum filling your throbbing pussy until it leaked out around his still semi-hard cock.

D — DIRTY SECRET

There’s a set of handcuffs in the bedside drawer just for emergencies. But David’s always wanted to ask if you’d be willing to try it out in bed. He’s not even entirely sure if he would enjoy that, since he prefers to keep his work separate from home, but the thought of you trusting him enough to keep you bound to the bed wasn’t exactly unappealing.

David could only imagine how beautiful you’d look with your wrists up above your head, cuffed to the headboard as you looked up at him with those pretty eyes of yours. How the metal would look like against your skin as you tugged and begged for him to let you touch him—

“David?” you asked with a mildly curious tone, jolting him out of his thoughts. His head turned to you, in your soft pajamas, having just brushed your teeth and washed your face. You were about to slip into bed. “You okay? What are you thinkin’ about?”

“Nothing, hon. Let’s go to sleep.”

E — EXPERIENCE

He knows what he’s doing, but he hasn’t been with a lot of people before you. Two or three one-night stands, and maybe one barely-there relationship that didn’t last very long. Before you came along, he hardly had enough time to sleep, much less concern himself with having flings. Once he met you, he was much more determined to reorganize himself so he could make time for you. 

The diner was buzzing with activity that night. You were sipping on a strawberry milkshake, telling him about how you’d love to see a jaguar in person one day. He was smiling, thinking about how beautiful you were, even beneath the harsh lighting of the diner. And then—then it was all spoiled, because he caught sight of his ex in another booth. It hadn’t ended well—she left in a fit of anger and tears, frustrated that David hardly ever made time for her anymore. 

Almost immediately, you noticed his change of demeanor, and reached over the table to take his hand. His tense muscles relaxed just a bit. Something you always managed to do with very little effort—it was an uncanny talent of yours. 

“You wanna get out of here?” you offered. If you noticed his ex, you didn’t say anything. For that, he was grateful. “We can watch a movie at home.”

“That sounds great, actually.”

F — FAVORITE POSITION

Loki’s got a particular fondness for reverse cowgirl. Don’t get him wrong, he loves missionary and doggy too, but there’s just something about reverse cowgirl that itches him in just the right way. He likes reaching over to press down on your stomach from behind while he pounds into you, and he also likes how it’s easy access to your clit. Plus, you really enjoy hearing the gruff noises he makes right by your ear, so you’re not at all complaining. 

“David!” you cried out, voice strained with ecstasy. 

“I hear you, baby. Moan for me,” he muttered from behind you, sweaty chest pressed flush against your back. David glanced down and gave a guttural noise upon seeing a creamy ring of your combined arousals at the base of his cock. Another erotic sigh fell from you when he reached down to rub circles over your clit, making you keen with shocked arousal.

G — GOOFY

Very rarely would sex with David be light-hearted or humorous. The two of you are usually far too caught up in a pleasure-ridden haze. But if you happened to start laughing or smiling, he’d give you a loving half-grin before making it his mission to get you back into a moaning mess.

“That tickles,” you half-laughed when he skimmed his fingers up your sides, smiling up at him. He only barely made a humming noise before he thrust back into you—and the grin melted right off your face.

H — HAIR

He takes good care of his hygiene. Granted, he’s usually preoccupied with work to spend too much time grooming himself, but he keeps things clean down there. He also knows you’re a big fan of his slicked-back hair, so he does take the time to make himself look presentable in the morning. You’d also told him once while he was shaving that you liked how he looked with a beard—he’d really have to consider growing it out for you.

“I like how it looks,” you told him one morning before he had the chance to shave. “Your stubble. I think you’d look so hot with a beard.”

“You think so?”

“You should try it. That caveman look. It’ll suit you.”

I — INTIMACY

David can be incredibly romantic when he wants to be. Flowers and your favorite takeout are things he’d grab for you on the way back from work. He’s a detective—he studies you, observes all your likes and interests, and he’s a very fast learner to top it off. Kisses during sex are also not uncommon, and he would definitely press his lips along your neck or on your cheek, whether he’s on top or behind you. And, as mentioned before, he does hold your hand a lot. When he’s feeling more affectionate than usual, he’d murmur how good you are for him in your ear. 

“You feel so good, honey. Doin’ so good for me,” he groaned, firm arms curled around your waist as he bucked his hips into you. At his praise, you arched your back so you’d press further into him, a breathless keen falling from your lips. 

“Yeah?” David asked in smug approval. “You like that? You like being good for me, hm?”

J — JACK OFF

He rarely ever masturbates, because he’s got you around. And because he’s working so much. He feels as if it’s a waste of time if it’s not with you. But on the rare occasion you were out of town for longer than usual, he’d give into the temptation in the shower just once, imagining his wet fist was your warm cunt.

He missed you more than anything. All he could think about was you and your smile, your laugh, your beautiful hips and legs and thighs—

Fuck, even the cold shower he was standing under wasn’t helping his hard-on go away. With a muffled noise of frustration, David switched the water over to scalding hot, and curled a sopping hand over his throbbing cock. He leaned his forehead against the condensated tiles and closed his eyes, thinking about you and your delicious fucking moans. 

K — KINK

Mentioned before, but handcuffs! He likes that you trust him enough to be at his mercy, and he also thinks you look incredibly hot tied up. Another would be when you tell him what you want him to do to you—that gets him going so good. David also loves when you tug at his hair right at the root—makes his eyes roll right to the back of his head. He also really doesn’t mind when you scratch your nails down his back. Seeing the red marks afterwards feels like an award more than anything. 

It surprised him just how good it felt when your nails lightly scratched at his scalp. He peered up at you from his position (between your gorgeous thighs), tongue dragging torturously over your sensitive clit. It surprised him even more when you took fistfuls of his hair and tugged with just the right amount of pressure. He made a noise of approval right against your cunt, the vibrations making your back arch so that your cunt pressed up closer to his face. 

L — LOCATION

In bed is his go-to, since the two of you would usually have sex super late at night or really early in the morning. The couch in your living room is also home to lots of impromptu sex, mostly during the weekends. The kitchen counter and the dining table aren’t exempt, either.

The stir-fry you were cooking up crackled and popped in the pan, just about ready. From behind, David’s arms wove around your waist, his nose running along the curvature of your neck. It was only when you felt his stiff hardness against your back did you halt your ministrations.

“Here?” you asked with a sweet smile, turning your head to the side so you could see his sheepish expression. 

“Here’s good,” he replied, before turning the stove off for you and crowding you up against the kitchen counter.

M — MOTIVATION

Your voice gets him worked up the most. Especially when you make it go all low and you whisper right into his ear—he gets hard just from the thought of it. You could be talking about the most asinine topics, and he’s looking at you like you’re already begging him to fuck you. Whenever you wear his clothes, too—preferably with nothing underneath—it just makes you all the more irresistible to him. 

It was rare for the both of you to wake up lazy, with no plans for the rest of the day. But today—today was a miraculous weekend where both of your off-days lined up. And so that only meant you got to lounge around wearing David’s shirt, whispering pure filth into his ear so he’d push you up against the closest surface and fuck you with no abandon. It was simply heaven.

N — NO

Anything that could potentially really hurt you. He’s alright with a little bit of spanking here and there, but slapping you across the face is a hard no from him. He already sees quite a bit of abuse and violence at work, the last thing he’d want to do is replicate that with you. David can call you dirty names if you’d like, too, but he’s not very keen on being on the receiving end of it. Reminds him of his military school days. And, if it wasn’t obvious, none of the typical “gross” kinks, like piss and shit. He’s not into that at all. 

“Before we do this,” David started, trying his best to quell his racing heart, despite the fact that he’s slept with you three times prior to this. It was all still so new to him. “I just wanted to make sure—you’ll let me know if you’re uncomfortable, right? Or if I hurt you in any way, okay? I need to know if you’re not… enjoying it.”

“Okay, David,” you said with a serious nod, wrapping your legs about his waist. “I promise I’ll let you know.”

O — ORAL

Loves giving and receiving equally. On days where he’s come from work utterly exhausted and too tired to fuck you, he’d have you hanging right by the edge of the bed, where he’s kneeling on the ground, licking lazy patterns up and down your aching core. Eating you out also makes for brilliant foreplay—David likes to tease it out, and he especially likes the way you tug at his hair and groan out his name. As for receiving, he loves to pull your hair just as much, low moans of appreciation falling from his lips.

It was heaven between your legs, he thought, brows knitting together as he hiked your thighs up higher on his shoulders so he could properly bury his face into you sopping pussy. The noises you were making were going straight to his cock, which ached within the confines of his trousers. Even when you’d come twice from his tongue, David just kept going, humming in amusement when you began to whine with overstimulation.

P — PACE

It really depends on the day. Sometimes he wants to burn off some steam and frustration—goes all rough and quick until both of you are seeing stars. Other days he takes it slow, drawing it out to savor it as long as he can, drenching the sheets with both sweat and cum. 

“David—David, honey,” you cried out into the mattress, fists curling against the sheets. His cock was hitting all the right places inside of you, so fucking deep. “Please, please, go faster.”

He let out a guttural noise when you tightened around him. “No, no, honey… I’m taking my time with you today. Wanna make you feel every inch of me.”

Q — QUICKIE

Much to his chagrin, the weekdays usually leave him no other choice than a quickie. He’d certainly prefer it if he had the option to take his time with you, but David makes the most out of it regardless. You certainly don’t seem to mind—though, you’ve convinced him to come in late to work a handful of times.

“I’m gonna be late for work,” David grunted right into your mouth as he pounded into you. The squelching sound of his cock hammering into your throbbing cunt was enough to leave his cheeks warm and flushed. “It’ll be all your fault, honey.”

You clutched onto his shoulders, your forehead drooping down onto his cheek, far too delirious to come up with a coherent response.

R — RISK

He’d be more than willing to try out new things with you. He’s especially a big fan of when you come to him proposing a new position to try out. However, David isn’t likely to try out anything new on his own, so it’s all up to you. He’s just happy to do whatever you want to do.

“Hey, David?”

Your boyfriend glanced up from the paper he was reading, brows quirked.

“Well, uhm,” you wrung your hands together, with a sheepish expression, “I was wondering if we could… try something out in bed tonight.”

David blinked once, twice, and a third time. He put the paper down. “Of course, hon,” he said, a soft smile playing at the corner of his lips, “We can do whatever you want.”

S — STAMINA

Usually only one or two rounds since he’s already so worn out from his job but you can easily work him up into a third round if you really wanted to. The rounds can last pretty long, though—he’s good at pacing himself and also makes sure that you’re feeling good, too.

“Again?” he panted with a tired grin when you rolled him over so you could clamber onto his lap, grinding your slickened cunt against his spent cock. 

“Mhm,” you replied, nodding. Your hair was a complete mess—David took pride in being the reason you looked so sexily disheveled. “You don’t even have to do anything. Just—lay there and let me take care of you.”

“Can’t argue with that.” David’s muttered words tapered off into a low groan when you sank down onto him.

T — TOY

He wouldn’t own any toys of his own but if you owned a vibrator he’d definitely tease you with it during foreplay. Not at all the kind to be insecure about you using toys—in fact, he’s glad you have a way to feel good on your own whenever he’s not around to take care of you. Independence is incredibly sexy to him, after all.

The gentle buzz of the vibrator against your clit made you buck your hips up, to which David only let out an amused hum of laughter. One of his hands pressed down on the expanse of your stomach to keep you pinned down onto the bed.

“Stop squirming around, honey,” he muttered, teeth nipping at the inside of your thigh. “Relax—let me make you feel good.”

U — UNFAIR

David can be a huge tease if he wanted to be—he knows the exact buttons to press to work you up until you’re right there, but he’d pull away just before you could cum. Would have a wide, smug grin on his face, but he’s quick to cave once you start moaning out his name.

“Why’d you stop?” you huffed, breathless, propping yourself halfway-up with your elbows so you could look down at him. The lower half of his face was covered with your arousal. 

“Hm?” The faux noise of confusion aggravated you to no return. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He shot you a cocky smile, before kissing up your stomach.

V — VOLUME

He’s not very loud, mostly quiet grunts and the occasional murmur against your skin. He’d much rather hear you—he loves it when you cry out for him, and tell him how good he feels against you.

Your nails dug into his shoulders as he plowed into you—you could feel the vibrations of his breathless groans and choked grunts. With a particularly hard thrust, your pussy walls shuddered and clenched around him, the lewd cry you let out enough to etch a permanent blush over David’s cheeks.

W — WILD CARD

Roleplay wouldn’t even be something he thinks of doing but if you brought it up, he’d find it so incredibly hot if he pretended he was arresting you before bending you over a table and fucking you senseless.

“You gonna punish me, detective?” you asked with a coy smile, hand trailing down his chest, toying with the buckles of his belt.

David blinked at you—trying his best not to break character. With firm hands, he yanked your fingers away from his belt and twisted your arm around over your back, crowding you against the table. “You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and may be used against you in a court of law.” 

It took all it had in him not to laugh when you let out an aroused moan. 

X — X-RAY

Size really doesn’t matter because he knows how to pleasure you regardless, but he’s definitely quite girthy. The first few times he had sex with you, he’d take it slow because he really didn’t want to hurt you and he was stretching you out so good.

“You’re so big,” you whispered as he carefully eased you onto his cock, hands gripping your hips tight. “Was worried you wouldn’t fit when we first had sex.”

David let out something akin to a hiss and a groan, his forehead leaning against yours. 

Y — YEARNING

David’s sex drive isn’t all that high. It was mentioned before that you could work him up most of the time if you wanted to but unprompted, David would be just fine with having sex around once a week, especially since the two of you are so busy with work and quite tired when off it.

“We haven’t had sex in a while,” he whispered as he clambered into bed.

You muffled a yawn behind a fist. “Do you want to now?”

David rubbed at the corner of his eye, also fighting back a yawn. “I’m exhausted.”

“Me too.” The two of you laid down beneath the comforter, curling into your favorite positions like magnets snapping together. “In the morning, then?”

“Sounds good to me,” he replied, planting a chaste kiss on your shoulder and watching your eyelids slide shut.

Z — ZZZ

Sleep is hard to come by for David, so he’s usually up for a while after sex. Just holding you, listening to you breathe, his nose pressed against your shoulder. He likes watching you sleep—not in a weird, creepy way, obviously, but he just likes how peaceful and restful you look. He finds that he sleeps much better with you around. Still doesn’t get enough hours, but it’s much more restful compared to his nights without you.

You collapsed into the mattress face-first with a satisfied noise, which was muffled into your pillow. Sweat glistened on both of your bodies, but neither of you had the energy to go wash up before bed. David’s eyes darted down to your legs, suppressing a grin when he saw his spend smeared between your thighs. 

“You’re too good, David,” you muttered, having turned your face away from the pillow, shooting him a lazy, blissed-out smile. 

Funny, he thought you were too good for him. His arms curled around you. “G’night, hon.��

“Night, David.”

[s0ulsniper]

getting caught making out || avengers + loki

warnings: fem!reader, cursing, suggestive/spicy but never any actual smut, not really proofread

synopsis: making out with the avengers (separate) and getting caught, how they would react.

pairings: avengers (separate) x AFAB!reader

a/n: it's not just the og six by the way, gotta little carried away, also let's pretend there was a point peter lived with the rest of the avengers.

NATASHA ROMANOFF | n.r.

it was risky, up against the wall in one of the many training rooms. Natasha had been sparring with you, teaching each other tricks also. one thing led to another and nat was pushed up against you, hands roaming your body.

she knows very well how to control herself, but when it came to you she struggled. the frustration with it also didn't help any bit.

you felt her knee between your legs and her hand beside your head, it all made your brain go straight to mush. you didn't care about being caught or the consequences. all you cared about was making out with your girlfriend.

her other hand suddenly comes up to grip at your waist and push your hips even closer to hers even though it felt impossible.

the door of the training room creaks open to reveal an unamused Steve.

he apologizes profusely but scolds you guys for it being the 3rd time this week.

nat just smirks, still holding you in her arms.

"hey, we actually finished training this time. only thing wrong with this is-... well nothing." she laughs and Steve has nothing to say

he grabs his gym bag and walks off, annoyed as if he just found his kid doing something wrong.

when he finally left Natasha turned to you.

"now where were we?"

BUCKY BARNES | b.b.

unlike usual, you guys found a private spot to make out, figuring you learned your lesson on oblivious people catching you. the spot being his room in the tower, just a couple doors down from yours, peter's and wanda's.

you were on straddling him while he rested against the headboard, he couldn't get enough. especially after not seeing you for two days while you were out with tony, bruce and rhodey to some government complaint he could care less about.

he was pretty sure he heard something about the suits and concerning things made in the lab by you and Bruce. obviously they wanted to know about it because they wanted to be greedy and take from it.

they weren't successful at all, and you guys decided to celebrate.

it was already cold in the tower but there was a noticeable change in the temperature when bucky was close, human heater was one of his many nicknames.

but there was just something about the contrast of his body and his cold arm gripping at your hips.

"missed you so much..." he mumbles into your lips.

before you could respond there's a short knock on the door before it cracks open.

both of your heads whip to the side to see who's interrupted, peter standing in the doorway.

"oh- uh sorry Mrs. y/l/n and Mr bucky" he stutters out nervously before slamming the door shut, pattering footsteps heard running down the hall.

you burst into a fit of laughter and slump against bucky, your head falling to the crook of his neck.

"not one bit of privacy..." he complains, throwing his arms over your body and flipping you over.

"anyways..." he smirks.

TONY STARK | t.s.

even though you were cautious of it, he could care less. pushing you up against a counter in the lab. it was late, and Bruce was said to have gone to bed and continue in the morning, tony took it as a chance after not getting any good alone time with you in centuries it felt like.

"tony-... tony this is risky. what if Bruce comes back?"

he grumbles while he kisses down your neck, hand at either sides of your hips securing you against the counter.

"he won't, babe... plus the doors are locked."

you roll your eyes as if there weren't glass walls everywhere.

even though you were so against it, you couldn't help but fold at the way he kissed you so passionately.

you hear a sigh behind you and Tony look up.

"had to get my phone." you hear Bruce mumble awkwardly before walking away.

you hide your face in embarrassment and tony laughs.

"guess I should listen to you more often, huh?"

BRUCE BANNER | b.b.

it was a rare occurrence, but bruce was stressed beyond belief so you wanted to help him unwind.

you both lay in bed at the compound, lights off and a dimly lit tv playing a movie you both agreed on.

except it doesn't matter what the movie was, because you certainly weren't paying attention at all.

another thing you weren't paying attention to was the door opening and an unamused bucky in the doorway.

"hey lovebirds, tony told me to tell you guys that we've got a mission in two days and take the time to relax... have fun." he smirks and walks out.

you turn to Bruce and see him turned crimson with his face in his hands.

"well at least we have time to relax." you shrug.

"that doesn't change the fact of how embarrassing that is..." Bruce mutters. "I'm seen to be the professional one 24/7."

"not anymore!" you laugh and he couldn't help but smile.

STEVE ROGERS | s.r.

it was obvious eventually you two would be caught considering you were pushed into a small closet for 7 minutes in heaven.

you had to convince him to relax a little, and when he did... oh boy.

there wasn't much in the closet, a couple random jackets, supposedly Tony's because he apparently 'doesn't have enough room in his closet'... his closet is as big as your bedroom. you laugh at the thought, though.

"can't believe you convinced me into this..." he mutters between kisses, hands cupping your cheeks.

"guess I'm just that convincing..." you smile into his lips.

you feel the distance close between your hips at his attempt for friction, and his other hand pulling you against him even harder.

the closet door flies open and tony smirks at the sight, Steve's hair messed up and you pushed against the wall.

"not so innocent, huh Rogers?" he jokes, walking away for the next round.

"were continuing this later..." he whispers, his lips brushing your ear.

LOKI LAUFEYSON | l.l.

he wasn't ashamed for anyone to see, nor did he care. you were in a dressing room while shopping at the mall and he couldn't help but kiss your perfect face.

"you're so gorgeous, darling." he smiles at you, his hands moving up and down your waist and hips.

you loved how he always showed you affection, but he really went over the top at inconvenient times.

you turned to the mirror to observe the outfit you had picked and you loved it... so did loki.

you saw him lean down in the mirror to kiss your head, then down to your neck, right at your sweet spot.

" 'mon loki... we're in public."

he presses against you, feeling him smirk into your neck.

"were secluded in public, actually. darling you have nothing to worry about-"

knocks a heard from the locked door.

"um- could you guys please hurry up? every room is taken." a worker calls.

"I stand corrected." he laughs.

PETER PARKER | p.p.

aunt may had been out for the day running errands and peter called you over to watch a movie and hangout.

you both were laying on the couch, him on top of you, his head near your collarbone comfortably, a blanket messily dropped over the two of you.

he leaned in to kiss you, but came back for more and it led to him pressed against you and kissing your neck.

"you're so pretty..." he compliments and you pull him up to kiss you, feeling him bite on your bottom lip for access.

you kiss down to his neck, his bodyweight falling limp between your legs from the pleasure.

you hear a knock on the door and ned practically screaming to let him in.

he groans and gets up fully off you.

"why does this always happen..." he complains, kissing you once more on the temple before going to answer the door.

THOR ODINSON | t.o.

it was your birthday on asgard and thor obviously had to tell the entire civilization and invite everyone to your palace.

you found yourself being held by him, kissing passionately in the empty guest room.

you two were supposed to be greeting the guests and thanking them for coming but instead he wanted to truly show you how much he loves you.

"I am so grateful you are my queen, y/n." he praises.

his large hands find the sides of your neck and face to somehow pull you closer.

"thor we should really be out saying hello to everyone..." you insist.

"m'lady, I think everyone is too drunk to notice." he smiles, his accent soothing you. "and it is our kingdom after all, I'm sure they wouldn't mind."

you feel the door move the air around you and loki complaining.

"could you guys come downstairs, please. when you aren't around, guess who's put in charge?" he pinches the bridge of his nose. "can I just tell them all to leave, lady y/n?"

"sure, loki go ahead."

"thank you."

he sighs in relief and closes the door.

thor pauses for a moment before bringing you back to kiss him, his hand at your throat.

CLINT BARTON | c.b.

he has you pressed against the door just in case anyone had tried to walk in; his hand moving from your waist to lock the door, lips never leaving yours.

there was no plan to it, the moment you walked in his room he couldn't keep his hands off you.

with wanda just had moved in, it had been very... hectic.

everyone was ecstatic and welcoming, trying to help left and right. it left no room except for at night for just the two of you.

he took the little time to his advantage, even if there would be interruptions, he didn't care and neither did you. everyone around the compound is aware of your relationship and has definitely seen pda before, so what's it if someone walks in?

a sound of yelling and laughing was heard getting progressively closer to the end of the hallway, where Clint's room was.

"OPEN THE DOOR! OPEN THE DOOR! OPEN THE DOOR!" you heard someone scream, getting closer.

clint rolls his eyes and pulls you away from the door, a hand pulling you against him and the other opening the door.

in flies peter and Wanda, roughly shutting and locking the door behind them laughing uncontrollably.

"what did you guys do?" you quirk a brow at them.

they both look at you like kids in trouble, ignoring the pounding in the door.

"well..." Wanda starts.

"just cut to it." clint rolls his eyes.

"mr.stark, bruce and I were in the lab giving Wanda a tour and we might've knocked over a special beaker thingy..." he mumbles. "we didn't mean to! we swear..."

the pounding in the door never stops, annoying both you and Clint.

"CUT IT OUT ASSWIPES, THAT'S ANNOYING AS HELL!" you angrily yell at the door, halting the pounding.

"...sorry..." you hear Bruce mumble even though it definitely wasn't him doing it.

your demeanor suddenly changes as you talk to Wanda and peter, concerning the three of them.

"anyways, just go say sorry. if they give you anymore shit just come get me." you wink.

"and me." clint adds.

they thank you guys profoundly before walking out to go sulk to tony and Bruce.

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[prettybrownelf]

Hey could you do a genderfluid! Loki x ftm! Reader smut with reader being dysphoric and Loki or Bucky being soft and supportive and telling him how much of a handsome good boy he is to them just really fluffy

My Pretty Boy

Non MLM/NBLM DNI

Pairings- Loki x FTM! Reader

Summary- Your feeling a bit dysphoric during your servant duties, luckily Loki is here to help you feel better

Words- 787

Content Warnings- Smut, Dysphoria, Slight Description of AFAB Genitalia, Praise, Pet Names, Hair Pulling

Your skin felt awful. 

Every movement reminded you that you were inside of yourself and it made you sick. The other servants had clearly noticed your uncomfortable feelings, but decided to say nothing. 

That was until you had a hand hastily wrapped around your wrist. 

Instead of a servant, your eyes meet green as Loki stares down at you. 

“I need you in my chambers, now.” Their voice is soft and catches you off guard as you walk with them into their chambers. The gold, black and green interior is all you can focus on as you attempt to keep your eyes away from the royal standing in front of you. Loki decides to interrupt the silence. 

“Are you alright?” The question catches you off guard as your eyes finally meet theirs. You could tell them everything about your feelings. The constant feeling of being in the wrong body, always wanting to rip your own skin off so you can stop feeling it. But would they even understand? They can shapeshift, when they feel uneasy in their body they can just switch it, you aren't that lucky. 

“I'm fine, your majesty.” Your words fall of deaf ears as Loki walks closer to you. It was no secret the small romance you and Loki had nursed together, but this situation was different. “I know you're not, tell me what's wrong.” Tears threaten to fall from your eyes as you try to blink them away. Loki's soft hand caresses your cheek, forcing you to look up at them. “Tell me darling.” 

A single tear breaks its way out of your hold as you take a deep breath. “My body just feels so wrong.” Loki gives an understanding sigh as they bring you closer to them, holding you in a tight hug as you finally relax against their form. 

“How about you take a break here?” Loki says, holding you so that you will look at them. You nod with a small smile as Loki takes you to their bed, laying you down lovingly as they sit next to you. 

“My darling, would you like me to remind you how lovely you are?” Their hand returns to your cheek as you cock an eyebrow at them. “And how would you do that?” Loki chuckles as they crawl between your legs. Your heartbeat gets faster as they place a hand on your lower thigh. “If you don't want to, I completely understand, I just thought you should be reminded just how handsome this body of yours is.” Your face gets hot as you tangle your hands in their black hair. “Yeah, you can do that.” 

Loki gives a mischievous smile as they unbuckle your pants, slowly dragging them down your legs as they massage your thighs. “You have no idea how handsome you truly are, do you?” Words get caught in your throat as you attempt to keep your mind in tact. 

Loki's fingers slowly drag your boxers down as they discard your clothing on the floor. Their hands take hold of your thighs as they drag you closer to their mouth, a wolfish grin crawling onto their face. “God, you're stunning.” Their words ignite a fire inside your stomach as they finally give a slow long lick to you, their eyes never leaving yours. “Such a handsome puppy.” A whine is all you can get out as you grip their hair tighter. 

Loki takes that as a sign to go faster as their grip on your thighs gets tighter,making sure their face stays flush with you no matter how much you try to buck your hips. Their tongue suddenly finds its way to your clit, making your hips buck away from them. They immediately move your hips back down, continuing to circle your clit with the tip of their tongue. “Don't move baby boy.” You attempt to follow their command, forcing your body to go limp against their mouth as they massage small circles into your flesh. 

Heat pours into your lower stomach as you hold them closer to you. “I'm gonna cum.” Is all you manage to choke out as you feel Loki grin against your flesh. “Cum for me puppy.” He mutters out. 

It doesn't take much longer for the heat in your stomach to reach its peak. Your legs shake as your eyes roll back, feeling Loki lick you through your orgasm as you slowly calm down. 

Once your eyes meet theirs again, they smile. Leaning over you to leave a sweet kiss on your lips. “Let's take a bath now, shall we, darling?” You nod mindlessly as you feel Loki pick you up, carrying you over to their bathing room as you relax against them.

[choism]

Choism's 2023 Kinktober

Hello and welcome to my first ever kinktober! I will be doing 15 days of kinks featuring various fictional characters and kpop idols from all of my hyperfixations. If there is a kink you don't like, then don't interact! There will be absolutely no kink shaming on this blog and if I find out you are making fun of any of the kinks mentioned you will be executed (blocked). Anyway, enjoy this collection of my special interests <3

Every single kink will have a definition in the fic intro, as well as additional tag warnings and word count! None of this are in any particular order and will be posted as I write them, as opposed to in order from the day set. I may start posting before october starts just to get a head start since I know I am a slower writer. I hope you all love it 🫶🏻

All fics are under the cut!

Buggy D. Clown + Humiliation | sub!buggy x gn!reader

Choi San + Omorashi | sub!san x gn!reader

Law + Impregnation | dom!law x fem!reader

Impregnation Kink: Being sexually aroused by the idea of impregnating someone ; getting someone pregnant turns you on, having an impregnation kink

Jung Wooyoung + Feminization | sub!wooyoung x afab!reader

Loki Laufeyson + Partialism (hands) | dom!loki x fem!reader

Dick Grayson + Rope Play | dom!dick x amab!reader

Jake Sim/Kim Heeseung + Voyeurism | switch!jake x afab!reader x dom!heeseung

Wen Junhui + Hybrids | sub!junhui x gn!reader

Jason Todd + Exhibitionism | dom!jason x afab!reader

Astarion + Blood Play | switch!astarion x gn!reader

Uzui Tengen + Strength | dom!tengen x fem!reader

Portgas D. Ace + Pet Play | switch!ace x afab!reader

Park Seonghwa + Corruption | dom!seonghwa x amab!reader

Deke Shaw + Cum Inflation | switch!deke x afab!reader

Obi-Wan Kenobi + Choking | switch!obi-wan x gn!reader

© Choism 2023. do not repost or translate.

[foreverrandomwritings]

(first one) jealous prompt & (second one) smutty prompt with loki 💚😏 romantic

“i don’t like how they keep staring at me.”

“Come sit on my lap.”

Loki and The Librarian

Summary: Odin throws a ball in honor of you and Loki. You both take a much needed break from the festivities.

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x afab!Reader

Warnings: Uhm it's fluffy at the beginning and then complete filth at the end. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+ ONLY!

Word count:4040

Masterlist M's Hundred Celly Masterlist

Loki and yourself had been in a relationship for many years now. Having met in the library of the castle. You were a newer librarian there as your predecessor had decided to retire. You were one of the few that saw him as someone other than one of the Princes of asgard. He would never tell anyone else but it was something he greatly cherished. You treated him so nicely not because you could gain something from being with him but because you treasured the person he truly was. 

You had been at the desk in the front of the library when Loki entered. He had looked at you curiously not knowing who you were. You hadn’t noticed him yet, being too immersed in the book you were reading. He walked up to the desk and cleared his throat causing you to let out a loud scream and throw your book clear up into the sky. He caught it with a smirk on his lips. His eyes scanned the cover surprised to find it was one of his favorites. 

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” His words were gentle as you closed your eyes, hand clutching your chest as you tried to even your breathing. 

“It’s alright, I should’ve been paying more attention.” your eyes fluttered open and your lips separated as you noticed who was standing in front of you. 

“Where is Estrid?” He was used to seeing the older woman here. He had grown fond of her over the years, she would let him wander the shelves and didn’t mind him staying in the library way past her leaving. He had even gotten in a habit of bringing her tea. Which he had in his hand that wasn’t holding your book. 

“Oh she retired a couple of days ago. I am her replacement, is there anything I can help you find?” You were still sitting in your seat with a gentle smile on your lips. 

“Do you like tea?” you nodded your head eagerly, he gave you a gentle smile back before setting the delicate tea cup down in front of you. 

“I brought it for Estrid, but since she isn’t here you can have it instead.” He set your book down next to the tea as well.

“Thank you, I really appreciate it. If you need anything feel free to shout for me.” Estrid had told you a little about Loki. She had told you that he was a gentle soul and that he used the Library to escape. She also told you that he didn’t like being called by any title while he was within the book filled space. You had made sure to take note of what she had said. You were glad that you did because he seemed to appreciate the casualness of the meeting. That day was only the start of a beautiful relationship. He would come into the library daily and bring you tea. Occasionally he would sit and talk with you. The talking turned into flirting and then you were barrelling head first into love. 

Your relationship had however been kept a secret from the prying eyes of Asgard for a long time. Neither of you felt like being questioned and ridiculed by others. It also made the time spent together even more special. But when his father started talking about bringing in suitors from other realms for his youngest son his mother put a stop to it. She had been surprised he hadn’t been able to tell that Loki had already been in love and for quite some time now. Loki wished he could say he was surprised that his mother knew but he really wasn’t. She had always known things about people that they sometimes didn’t even know about themselves. 

“Loki, I have decided to start sending out proposals to other realms for suitors. Thor likes to play too much, but you have potential to settle down.” Loki sputtered on his water at his fathers words. Frigga looked at her husband bewildered.

“Odin, Loki already has a woman he loves dear.” Loki had looked at his mother with wide eyes. He was thankful that his brother wasn’t here because he would have enjoyed the awkwardness of this conversation way too much.

“What is this you speak of Frigga?” Odin looked utterly confused at his wife's words. 

“He has been with the new Librarian for years now.” She gave Loki a gentle smile, he relaxed at the action. Upon the revelation his father requested that they hold a ball in honor of your relationship. Loki had persisted that that wasn’t necessary and that it would actually be something that you would be against but his father persisted. 

You had in fact been reluctant for the occasion and had asked Loki if there was any way to get out of it and he had told you that unfortunately there wasn’t. His father truly loved any excuse to throw a party so there would be no changing his mind. 

“Good afternoon love.” You had greeted Loki as he entered the library. You glanced at his hands and noticed two cups of tea meaning he planned to join you for a while. You pulled a chair up for him, setting down your book on the desk in front of you. 

“I have news for you pet.” He gave you a grimace as he spoke nerves eating away at him. 

“What is it?” You asked him, chewing on your bottom lip. He sat in the chair next to you handing you your cup of tea. 

“Father would like to hold a ball in your honor in a fortnight.” Your mouth fell open as you gaped at him.

“What in the world are you talking about?” You asked him, setting the tea down beside your book, hands running through your hair. 

“He was talking about bringing in suitors from other realms for me to wed. But my mother informed him that I had already found someone. Upon hearing the news he decided he wanted to throw a party.” His hand held one of your own as his eyes looked upon your face. 

“Is there any way we can convince him otherwise?” You did not want to attend such a big event. Let alone one that was in your honor. 

“I’m afraid not, pet. He has his mind set on a ball.” He knew of your dislike for the public eye. He truly felt bad for dragging you into this mess. But you knew that eventually loving him would mean such things. 

You had asked Loki that night while you were laid in his bed if you could meet his parents more informally so it would be less awkward the day of the ball. His mother was already completely smitten with you, having seen and talked with you in the library on multiple occasions. Frigga had jumped at the opportunity to have a meal with you and had dragged his father along to the breakfast. She had asked you if she could help you find a dress and get you ready for the ball and you had hesitantly said yes. 

That’s how you found yourself being swept across the dance floor in your lover's arms. You had both had a couple of classes of wine and had eaten healthily from the feast that was served. His father had announced your relationship and then nicely ordered you to dance. The dance was simple and one you and Loki had practiced many times in his large room after a night spent together. 

As the song came to an end he grabbed your hand and led you off the dance floor back to your seats as the crowd watching cheered loudly. You walked slowly to the head table. Frigga, Odin, Thor, Loki and Yourself all had seats at the large oak table. He pulled your chair out for you and made sure you were seated before he took his place next to you. At this point the dance floor was swarming with guests and Loki leaned over towards you.

“How are you doing, pet?” he whispered to you, noticing the way you were biting your lip nervously. 

“I don’t like the way they keep staring at me.” You told him looking into his eyes that were swimming with understanding. He knew how hesitant you were to step into the public eye. You had never desired to be someone that everyone would talk about. Now that everyone knew who you were to him it was likely that you would be gossiped about. 

“We can take a break whenever you feel like it.” He clasped your hand giving it a gentle squeeze as his eyes darted towards the exit. Most of the women had been looking at you with jealousy and disgust. Majority of the men had been undressing you with their eyes with every look they sent your way. 

“Won’t your father be upset if we leave our own party?” you asked him half jokingly. You were desperately wanting a break from the stuffy space but didn’t want to be rude. 

“I don’t think he’ll miss us much if we aren’t gone for long.” He reassured you, you seemed to be contemplating the idea of a break when Thor came over to you both. 

“May I have a dance?” he asked you, holding a hand your way. You locked eyes with Loki and he gave you a nod telling you it was alright. You pulled your hand out of his and grasped his brothers and were off to the dance floor.

Loki watched you dancing and laughing and felt warmth spread through him at the thought of being able to show you off. He loved having you to himself for so long but seeing how happy you were with his brother made him feel content. Like his two worlds could in fact collide magically. He watched as the song came to a close and you made your way back over to him, leaving Thor on the dance floor. 

“Come sit on my lap.” He said as you made your way to sit in your chair. You gave him a bewildered look, eyes darting around the room. 

“Loki.” you told him as a warning when he grabbed your wrist gently. The close contact would give you both some relief from your anxiety but it would certainly gain you more attention. 

“Please?” he gave you a pout, his eyes dancing with glee. You knew from all the nights you had spent together after a large occasion such as this that he hated being at these. All the people always stressed him out and he’d much rather be curled up in bed with you. You not so reluctantly sat down in his lap, thankful that your dress wasn’t one of the ballgown ones his mother had originally wanted you in. You had actually found one that was more form fitting in Loki's signature green and gold. 

He let out a large sigh of relief as you settled yourself upon his lap. You put one of your hands on the back of his neck under his hair, smoothing a thumb across the expanse of it. He drew a thumb across your back in circular motions as his other hand went to grab his goblet. He took a generous gulp of the wine within the cup before pressing it to your lips and allowing you to swallow some of it down as well. 

You adjusted yourself along his lap slightly crossing your ankles to seat yourself better. He hissed at the motion and the hand on your back came to squeeze your waist in a warning. You tilted your head as you questioned him with your eyes. His eyes were filled with a look that you were more than familiar with, lust. The thought of the people around you seemed to slip your mind as you ground your hips a couple of times. 

His other hand rested upon your knee that was exposed due to the slit in the skirt of the dress. His fingers were cold as they came into contact with your skin. The feeling caused a shiver to run through your body. He gave you a teasing smile, knowing how much you loved when he chilled his body. The feeling of the cold he could summon always had you writhing and whimpering for him. 

The both of you knew having you sat upon his lap was a dangerous game. It had proven to be so on many occasions. You would normally sit upon his lap while one of you read to the other in his chambers. The book would normally get lost somewhere within the room as you tangled yourself within one another on any surface you could find in his room. 

This time seemed to be no different. The closeness of the other had always been intoxicating and you could hardly think straight as he filled your senses. You could smell his scent of eucalyptus and sandalwood. You could feel his fingers upon your skin on your knee and his skin along your fingers where they sat on his neck. You heard his shaky breath as he took in the scent of you. He could tell you were aroused by the way you squeezed your legs together. 

“I am ready for a break pet.” He told you as he moved you off his lap. You took his hand in yours as an agreement and started to lead him out of the room. The thought of having him buried deep inside you had your footsteps quickening as you weaved through the familiar halls into the one that held his room. You had been there many times in your relationship so you knew exactly where to head to. 

Swinging his door open he had you against it  instantly. His hands came to cup your face as he kissed you roughly. Teeth clashing against teeth, tongues fighting each other for dominance. He let you win as he nudged a leg between your own. The slit in your dress making it easy for him to do so. You moaned against his mouth as his thigh met your clothed cunt. A wet patch had formed in your underwear and it started to seep onto the pants of his suit. 

“So wet for me already.” He said as he pulled away his hands falling towards your hips. Your hands made their way to his jacket and peeled it off of him, dropping it to the floor. He moved his leg again and it swept across your cunt once again. You threw your head against the door at the feeling. 

“Need more.” You told him breathlessly, he hummed in reply pulling away. His hand worked your zipper down your side and he pulled the straps down your arms. The dress hadn’t required a bra so you were left in just your underwear as the green material pooled around your feet. Then he was telling you to jump, slipping your feet out of your heels, you did as he ordered and wrapped your legs around him. He walked the both of you to the bed as your lips clashed once again. 

Your nipples hardened as they rubbed against the fabric of his shirt. He laid you down on the bed, the silk sheets surrounding you comfortably. You ground your hips along his in desperate need of friction. He tsked at you as he pulled his lips away from your own. Your eyes darted down to his mouth as he licked his kiss swollen lips. 

“Be patient pet and I will take care of you.” His voice was deep and sultry as he wiggled out of your legs. You groaned at the loss of contact with him. His fingers came down to your underwear and ripped them away from your body. 

“I didn’t have dessert yet. Do you think I can have some now?” he asked you while his fingers slipped through your folds. You whined out loudly, hands gripping the sheets, knuckles throbbing at your grip. He kneeled at the end of the bed, hands gripping your ankles. 

“Please, Loki.” your voice was already wrecked as you begged him. That was all he needed before he was pulling you to the end of the bed, throwing your legs over his shoulders and burying his head between your thighs. He licked and sucked and feasted upon your cunt. If you hadn't sat beside him at dinner you would have thought he hadn’t eaten in days with the way he ravished you. Your back arched as he slipped two fingers inside of you. He worked them in a come hither motion hitting that special spot inside of you over and over again. 

You were seeing white as he sucked your clit between his cold lips. Your orgasm ripped through you like a tidal wave. He continued to work you through your high. His hand that wasn’t buried within you held your hips down as they jerked sporadically. You whined his name like a prayer. Praising him for how well he had devoured you. 

He sucked his fingers into his mouth once he was sure he had licked you completely clean. You sat there naked on his bed, blinking as your vision came back to you. You looked upon his ceiling at the intricate designs and the mirror that he had installed. You saw the way his back muscles flexed against his shirt. 

“You have too many clothes on.” You spoke into the air, he chuckled at your words. You watched in the mirror as he snapped his fingers and his clothes disappeared. He worked his naked body up your own before he was completely encompassing you. One of his hands held him up as the other laid on your throat. He dragged cold fingers along your neck down to your breasts leaving goosebumps in their wake. He circled them around your nipples causing you to whimper as they hardened almost painfully. He shushed you with a kiss upon your lips. 

Your hand came between your bodies and sought out his cock. Once you found it you circled your thumb across the tip. He groaned into your lips as he jerked into your hand. You guided him between your lips and slid his tip up and down gathering the slick that had pooled there again. He bit your lip as you slipped the head into your entrance, grinding your hips to try and coax him to fully slip inside of you. He did just that, slowly sinking in until his balls were slapping against your ass. 

He sat there for a moment letting you adjust to his size. While he himself adjusted to the feeling of you wrapped around him so deliciously. He found one of your hands and slipped his fingers between your own, laying it beside your head. He slipped his tongue along yours before he started moving in and out of you. His thrusts were slow and precise. Delicately unraveling you once again, much different than the relentless pace he had set when he was eating you out moments ago. 

He moved the hand that had been playing with your nipples between your bodies. His thumb coming to rub against your clit. You gasped as your fingers tore down his back. He finally pulled away from your kiss, peppering his lips along your neck. One of your hands squeezed his bicep as you whined incoherently. He sucked at the spot below your ear and you could feel a second climax building up inside of you. 

He could feel it as well as he continued to thrust in and out of you, your walls squeezing against his cock. His tumb languidly circled your clit and you moaned as he bit down into the skin of your neck. His cold tongue worked the sore spot over. He moved his mouth down slightly before he bit down again. You screamed as you came this time, your fingers digging into the flesh of his arm harshly.

“Good job pet.” He whispered into your ear as his thrusts worked you through your climax. You preened at the praise he gave you. The both of you craved the words of encouragement in the bedroom and outside of it. 

“I want to swallow you my love.” You begged him as his hips began to stutter within you. 

“You want to swallow my cum like a good little pet?” He asked you as he paused his thrusts. You nodded at him pathetically and he laughed lightly, it always surprised him how much of a mess you became for him. 

“If that’s what you want then that is what you shall get.” He pulled out of you and sat against the headboard. You eagerly got on all fours and made your way between his legs. You grasped his length in your hand and started to twist your hand around it as you pumped up and down. Licking your lips you looked at him momentarily before you dipped your head down. You sucked his tip into your mouth twirling your tongue around it, the taste of his precum and your orgasm overwhelming your tastebuds. 

He buried one of his hands into your hair as the other came to sweep his own out of his face. He let out a muffled moan as your mouth slipped down around his cock. Your hand pumping what your mouth couldn’t fit. His tip hit the back of your throat causing you to gag. He had already been close to orgasm when he was buried inside your pussy so it didn’t take him long to feel his climax building up rapidly once again. 

You continued to move your hand and mouth simultaneously. His hand in your hair gripped it harshly as you deep throated him and took his balls in your free hand. He jerked his hips up into your mouth letting out a low curse of your name as you gently fondled his balls. Tears were forming in your eyes as you repeatedly buried his cock into your throat. 

He held your head still as he threw his head back, lips slipping open a moan getting caught in his throat as his cum shot down your throat. You desperately swallowed down every last drop. Moaning as the taste of it coated your tongue. You licked and sucked him clean before releasing him with a loud pop. He pulled your face to his and slammed his lips against yours. A moan leaving his lips at the taste of himself on you. 

“We need to get back to the party, Love.” you told him as you pulled away from him reluctantly. He groaned before he buried his head in your neck leaving a chaste kiss where your neck and shoulder met. 

“Can’t we just stay in here for a little while longer?” He asked you, your finger swept down his arm before gripping his hand. You brought it up to your lips giving the back of it a kiss. 

“We’ve been gone long enough my love. We can come back here after it is done. Your father and mother must be noticing our absence and I wouldn’t want to upset them.” You had always been a voice of reason for him. 

“Fine then.” he replied curtly, he snapped his fingers and you were both standing at the end of the bed dressed and hair fixed. His magic always surprised you and you gasped as you tried to steady yourself. He grabbed your arm rolling his eyes playfully, but he actually loved the way you got giddy no matter how many times you had seen him use his magic. 

With a twinkle in his eyes he snapped his fingers again and you stood outside the doors to the grand ballroom. The both of you slipped back into the room hand in hand, smiling like lovesick fools. You could feel the eyes of the Asgardians drilling into you but you did not care. As long as you could have Loki near your side you would endure the constant looks and gossip from the people surrounding you.

A/N: I love Loki so much and I want him to call me pet more than I want anything in the world.

Tags(open): @sylviebell @wkndwlff

[yummygender]

Tears of a Trickster

Sub!TVA Loki x Afab!Dom!Reader

Warning: 18+ sub/dom elements, trauma, slightly out of character (probably)

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When it came to sex, Loki has always needed it rough, hard, and quick. It did help that you always had the energy that seemed to even out Loki’s chaotic nature, so whenever he had the urges or needs most adults would, you happily obliged and took care of him…but today felt different. After your usual rough session, Loki seemed more…sensitive and emotional. As you began to clean up and remove the strap, he clung to your arm.

“Loki, what’s wrong?”

“…Mommy…”

You smiled softly as you laid down next to him, setting the strap down at the end of the bed.

“Yes baby, Mommy’s here. I’m not going anywhere.”

He wrapped his arms around you as he buried his face in your chest, soft gasps of relief spewing from him as Loki began to cry. It was common knowledge in the TVA that Loki was a traumatized god, but the extent of his trauma was unknown to everyone but you and Loki. Not even Mobius knows just how true his statement of Loki being a ‘scared little boy’ was. Between his treatment at the TVA, his treatment from Odin, and all the bullshit he went through, it amazed you just how Loki was able to simply exist without having a mental breakdown every 20 seconds. It hurt you to see him so upset.

His crying became more and more intense as his entire body began to shake, gripping onto you as he bawled his eyes out. All you could do was hold him in your arms and comfort him…

“Shhh…sh sh sh…I think someone’s experiencing subdrop…”

And he was. Loki’s subdrops we’re horrendous and have only gotten more frequent within the last few days or so. The sight of a god of trickery and mischief sobbing and wailing would normally make anyone uncomfortable or embarrassed, but to you it was normal. You continued to hold him as Loki continued to cry, simply clinging to you like a child as you rubbed his back. It was only until he latched onto your nipple and began to suck, almost as a form of self-soothing.

He was so precious like this. To see his beautiful blue eyes shimmer like stars as his soft pink lips wrapped around your nipple…it both warmed and broke your heart to see such a rare scene. Quite a rare sight, indeed…

“Loki…my sweet little prince…”

He blushed harshly as he began to tear up once more.

“I-I…I feel…”

You gently pulled him away from your chest as you cradled him, his soft sniffles and shaky arms wrapping around your neck as you continued to soothe him.

“I…I feel…small…”

“I know…”

“Super small…”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm…”

He stared up at you with a sense of innocence that he never usually showed. The poor little trickster was so distraught that he stayed quiet. There was a moment of silence before you spoke up.

“Anything else you want to talk about?”

“…”

You two began to sit and snuggle in silence as he stared into your sparkling eyes. It’s quite obvious that Loki was enjoying himself before he began to stare of to space, flashbacks coming to his mind as his thoughts are interrupted by your voice.

"Loki?"

Startled, Loki snaps out of the flashback and looks over at you.

"Loki, is everything okay?"

His face falls as he is once again faced with the reality of his traumas, and he can't bring himself to speak. All he can do is shake his head and look away as you watched. You gently cupped his face as you laid the both of you down on the bed as he grabbed your wrist.

“Loki…”

“Y-yeah?”

“How can I help you feel better?”

“C-cuddle?”

You smiled softly as you gently rubbed his cheek. He’s such a sweet little trickster. Loki clung to you as he took a deep breath, letting his tears fall as he buried his head in your chest. His tears fell harder and harder as he began to slowly snuggled up against your chest. This only made you want to kiss him more and more as he began to coo while you pulled him closer to you.

His cooing was so adorable as you continued to hold him. The cuddling continued as he began to whine and pull away.

“Whaaa!! Owie!!”

You quickly sat up and grabbed the TVA medkit as you examined his body. A few old faded scars and scuffs from battles and childhood. Some innocent and some not so much. The poor god was shivering as he hesitantly let you touch him, gently shivering as he let you hold him and examine his body before noticing a massive bruise on his ankle.

“Honey…what’s this?”

Loki whimpered as he began to tear up.

“I got my foot caught in a trip wire trap while on the field today…”

You noticed his tear-filled eyes as he tried to brush it off as nothing. His pale gentle skin shimmering under the lights as the red and blue bruise on his ankle showed more and more speckles of purple. Such a sight upset you as you began to clean him up and patched up his ankle.

“There we go…don’t worry, I’m here for you.”

Loki panted and whined as his member began to slowly harden as you finished patching him up and kissed his inner thigh. This made you smile as you gently rubbed his belly. He’s such a cutie!

“Y/N…”

“Hmm?”

“Hard…”

“Ah, I see…ok, how about this?”

You gently grabbed his member and jacked him off, earning a small burst of cum and a low groan from Loki while he laid on his back. The poor little god was tired and overwhelmed. You let him go and rubbed his torso as he whimpered.

“Are you ok?”

Loki nodded as he turned to his side and closed his eyes as he dozed off to sleep. Welp, looks like he was done for the night. You smiled softly as you patted his bottom and decided to address his trauma at a later date, not wanting him to hurt himself trying to explain. You smiled softly as you rubbed his back.

“Sleep tight, my little prince.”

And so…the tears of the trickster stopped as a smile grew more pronounced on his face.

[riseofamoonycake]

ROR MASTERLIST

🌙 Gods

Rudra 🌪️

The Light Side of The Moon (Rudra x Moon goddess!reader)

Desert Dance (Shiva x Female!reader x Rudra)

Lactation kink - Part 2 (Female/AFAB!reader)

NSFW alphabet

The RoR characters getting stuck in the elevator

Human!Rudra x Female!reader Relationship Hcs (SFW)

Being Dad

Indra ⚡

We Are Happy Together (Indra x Star goddess!reader x Varuna)

War Bringer (Indra x Priestess!reader)

The Voice I Love (Indra x Gn!reader)

NSFW alphabet

What's The Weather Like? It's Lovely (Part Two: Marie Curie x Gn!reader; Indra x Gn!reader)

Being Dad

Shiva 🐅

Violets and Roses, and Your Love (Shiva x Flower goddess!reader)

Desert Dance (Shiva x Female!reader x Rudra)

Lactation kink- Part 2 (Female/AFAB!reader)

NSFW alphabet

The RoR characters getting stuck in the elevator

Addicted to sex

Reacting to your (unholy) search history

Su Ali di Farfalla (Shiva x Dea delle Farfalle) (The story is in ITALIAN)

Dreams of Days, Whispers of Nights ☀️🌕 Evening ~ Water (Shiva x Parvati)

A Kiss To Build A Dream On (Gn!reader)

Adam and Eve reacting to their child bringing home a partner

Healing Heart (Shiva x Female!reader)

Anal sex hcs

Being Dad

Parvati, Kalì, Durga 💐💀🔱

Dreams of Days, Whispers of Nights ☀️🌕 Evening ~ Water (Shiva x Parvati)

Varuna 💧

We Are Happy Together (Indra x Star goddess!reader x Varuna)

Hindu Pantheon 🛐

Hindu Pantheon Hcs

Bishamonten ⚖️

Reacting to your (unholy) search history

A Kiss To Build A Dream On (Gn!reader)

Anal sex hcs

Bishamonten x Mermaid!reader

Pussy eating hcs

Shapes of You (Gn!reader)

Comforting a fem!reader after a bad dream

Language of Love (Gn!reader)

Being Dad

Benzaiten 🎻

NSFW alphabet

Addicted to sex

Reacting to your (unholy) search history

Benzaiten x Mermaid!reader

Hajun 🐂

Anal sex hcs

Poseidon 🌊

Solstice (Poseidon x Summer goddess!reader)

Power of Wish (Poseidon x Female!reader)

Don't Be Afraid! (Poseidon x Angel queen!reader)

Hades 💀

Lactation kink (Female/AFAB!reader)

The RoR characters getting stuck in the elevator

Reacting to your (unholy) search history

Power of Wish (Hades x Female!reader)

Pussy eating hcs

Hermes 🎶

Dreams of Days, Whispers of Nights ☀️🌕 Morning ~ Air (Hermes x Gn!reader)

Ares ⚔️

Under The Snow (Ares x Goddess!reader)

Reacting to your (unholy) search history

Dreams of Days, Whispers of Nights ☀️🌕 Afternoon ~ Fire (Ares x Priestess!reader)

Aphrodite 💗

Addicted to sex

Reacting to your (unholy) search history

Odin 👑

Odin has an interest in the reader (Gn!reader)

NSFW Alphabet

Heracles 🦸‍♂️

Ror characters watching the movie Sweeney Todd

Ror characters watching the movie Taken

Loki 🐍

Lactation kink - Part 2 (Female/AFAB!reader)

The RoR characters getting stuck in the elevator

Addicted to sex

Reacting to your (unholy) search history

Yandere Loki

Dreams of Days, Whispers of Nights ☀️🌕 Twilight, Time of Possibility (Loki x Female!reader)

Loki x Mother Goddess!reader hcs (SFW and NSFW)

Adam and Eve reacting to their child bringing home a partner

Nothing Else Matters, Only Us (Loki x Flower!goddess reader)

Reacting at you with a chest enhancing filter

Birch (Loki x Human!queen reader)

Anubis 🐶

Cuddling with his S/O (Anubis x Gn!reader)

Egyptian Dreams (Anubis x Archeologist!female reader)

If It's Not You, Not Anyone (Anubis x Gn!reader)

Comforting a fem!reader after a bad dream

Being Dad

Buddha 🍭

Lactation kink - Part 2 (Female/AFAB!reader)

Reacting at you with a chest enhancing filter

Comforting a fem!reader after a bad dream

Language of Love (Gn!reader)

Thor 🔴

Lactation kink (Female/AFAB!reader)

Arms of the Thunder (Thor x Female!reader)

Susanoo 🌩️

Reacting at you with a chest enhancing filter

Eating your pussy out

We Are The Storm (Susanoo x Goddess!reader)

Hlokk 🧸

Ror characters watching the movie Sweeney Todd

Ror characters watching the movie Taken

Hrist 🥺😠

The RoR characters getting stuck in the elevator

Pussy eating hcs

Brunhilde 🛡️

NSFW Alphabet

All

The reader cannot eat fruit normally (and the Ror characters have to deal with it)

RoR characters dealing with a student!reader

[slothspaghettiwrites]

For Kinktober: Pegging with a side of Loki and a dash of 🍭. <3

It's time for emotions.

Let Me See You

Warnings: Pegging, established relationship, sub!Loki, praise and reassurance, anal penetration (fingers and strap), when the Dom sweet talks and cooes the brat out of their sub until they are soft blue mess, emotions, mentions of past trauma, Jotun!Loki (not the massive one)

Relationship: Loki Laufeyson x AFAB!Reader

He grunts, deep in his chest with an annoyed tone. His muscles clench around your slick fingers and a swirl of green magic flashes in his eyes. His cheeks are flush and his cock twitches against his stomach.

"Fuck, fuck me already." Loki's fingers digger hard into his spread thighs. "If you think-"

"Don't be naughty, sweetling," you purr, running your free hand up his stomach to brush against one of his nipples. His eyes flutter shut for a moment. "Or I'll have to punish you. And you've been so good for me this week. I know you're feeling wound tight, needy for me. Let me take it all away."

Another grunt escaped his pursed lips when you curled your finger upwards to stroke his prostate. The god's chest heaves when you add a third finger, stretching the ring of muscles. His ass clenches, fighting the intrusion and yet he demands more from you.

His cock leaks precum across his pale, almost blue skin. The illusion of his Asgardian visage seeping away the more he let go of his control. Loki isn't one to let himself be seen, even by you, but you craved these moments. When the facade would drop, when Loki was finally free to you and to himself.

"So beautiful, my love." Your hand stretched up to his heated cheek, thumb stroking the fine contour of his features. "Let me have control. Let me pleasure you and be gentle with my love. Let me see you."

You rise up higher on your knees and look down at your lover. His eyes shine, the defence mechanism developed from centuries of neglect shift and his lips tremble. You kiss him softly. Loki wants to let go, but he can't. He doesn't need to say the words, you won't make him. That isn't what this is about.

"I know, sweetling, I know. You've done nothing but fight for everything you've ever wanted. You don't need to fight me. Let me give you everything."

The slip of your fingers from his body makes him shudder and a whimper slips past his lips. You kiss once again, gripping his jaw firmly so you can plunder and steal the sound from him, to swallow its desperation. You pull back only when his body melts beneath yours. His breath shudders again and you can't help but smile.

You reach across the bed and grab the toy. You're aroused enough that the bulbous end slips inside you with ease. The weight of it inside you and between your legs lifts those last little bits of stress from your body. You pour lube onto the thick silicone and look up at your lover. His eyes are fixed on the heavy blue cock.

"Keep your eyes on me, sweetling, and just let me love you."

Your hands replace the ones on his thighs as you move closer, pressing the tip of your cock against his hole. Loki nods, hands moving to rest on your waist. The slip is easy after the flared head sinks past his tight ring of muscles. You watch his features for any sign of discomfort, his eyes flutter closed and his moans when your hips meet his ass. He clenches and pulls on the strap, pressing your end into deliciously inside you.

"Glorious, my love," you whisper, petting his thighs until your fingers just reach his cock. "Tell me when you want more and I will give it to you."

Loki breathes deeply, adjusts to the weight of being stuffed full so beautifully, like he was made for taking cock. He holds your stare, the marks of his birth rising to the surface as the illusion fades. His eyes shift to red and his pale skin turns the most beautiful shade of blue you've ever seen. He shines.

Your fingers trace the patterns of his skin as you kiss his calf and thighs. Every part of you wants to move, wants to show the god how powerful you are, how you will keep him safe and protected while he receives nothing blissful pleasure. This body wasn't meant for war or harshness, but for worship and soft love.

"Please," he begs.

[cherryc1nnam0n]

Cherry's Favorites

Contains NSFW, blood, dark themes and more, just my personal favorites, many characters and topics

Jim Hopper NSFW headcanons

Guard Dog | Brahms Heelshire

The Stains | Eddie Munson

Fake Plastic Love | Fwb!Eddie Munson

Meet the Munsons | Stepbrother!Eddie Munson

This is Wrong | Stepbrother!Eddie Munson

Man of the Month | Loki

Spell gone wrong | Loki

Tale as Old as Time | Jotun!Loki

Lokitty

Haunted | Brahms Heelshire

Hellfire Baby | Eddie Munson

Dungeons and (pink) dragons | Hellfire baby part 2

The "yes" policy | Eddie Munson

Affection | Eddie Munson

Loki's Di-Llama

Good Neighbors | Steddie

Clandestine Fucks | Loki

Toy Cars and Princess Tea Parties | Steddie

Three Men, a Little Lady a Baby and Steve | Eddie Munson

Joseph Quinn horny blurb

The Witchling and the God | Witch!Reader x Avenger!Loki

As the world burns | Fem!Reader x Eddie Munson

Dusk | Joseph Quinn

Porn | Perv!Stepbro!Eddie Munson

Boobie | Joseph Quinn

Period Sex | Fem!Reader x Eddie Munson

Morning sex | Fem!Reader x Billy Hargrove

More boobies | Joseph Quinn

Save me | Brahms Heelshire

Letters to my (future) love | Fem!Reader x Billy Hargrove

Summer | Pregnant!Fem!Reader x Billy Hargrove

Billy as a father

The boys next door | Steddie x Reader

Breeding kink with Eddie Munson

Goofy Eddie during sex

It happened one night in recess | Omegaverse Eddie Munson x Reader

Steddie x Reader

Eye contact | Steddie x Reader

Like the wind | Fem!Reader x Billy Hargrove

Having sex in the school's bathroom | Eddie Munson

Spooning with Eddie

Eddie eats you out from the back any chance he gets

Sex tape | Modern!Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

A new dungeon | Modern!Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Waiter Eddie

Hopper loves pussy

Best boys (Steve, Eddie and Billy) with pets

I'll bite your dick | Eddie Munson

Get in line | Best boys x Reader

Eddie is strong boi

High sex drive | Joseph Quinn

Somno | Fem!Reader x Eddie Munson

Exhibitionism | Steddie x Reader

Morning, my love | Eddie Munson

Squirting and making a mess with Eddie

Riding Eddie's face

Eddie loves pussy

Falling asleep on him | Joseph Quinn

Fucked up | Drunkstepbro!Eddie x reader

New Year's Eve with Joseph Quinn

Watching You | Modern!Eddie Munson x FEM!Reader

Lose yourself | Eddie Munson x Reader

What is this? | Eddie Munson

Pegging Eddie

Stepbro!Eddie <3

More Stepbro!Eddie <3

Sudden dominance | Joseph Quinn

Dom!Nasty!Eddie

Steve's balls are his weak spot

Stepbro!Steve let's Billy fuck you

Best boys spoil reader

Joseph and pregnant reader

Harringrove x Reader

Eddie can't refuse a dare

Sleepy sex with Joe

Headboard | Eddie Munson

Are you leaving? | Eddie Munson x Reader

Vampire!Eddie

She's got the look | Eddie Munson x Plus size!Reader

In here loser | Steddie x Reader

Sweets | Steddie x Plus Size!Reader

Disfrutando | Brahms Heelshire x Reader

A crying shame | Prince Paul x Fem!Reader

Brahms' mommy kink

Mirror sex with Joseph Quinn

Pregananant reader with Joseph Quinn

Do Ya Wanna Taste It? | Eddie Munson

Inked | Eddie x Reader x Punk!Steve

Watch me | Joseph Quinn

Goofy Steve during sex

Babysitting for Steve Harrington

This whole masterlist has a chokehold on me

Steddie getting off thinking about reader

Dinner for Three | Steddie x reader

Gamer!Eddie x AFAB!Reader

Bad Habit | Eddie Munson x Harrington!Reader

Bad idea | Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Cute poly Steddie x Reader

Steve's development

[buddhaamitabha]

It's Raining Gods [NSFW Novel]

Multiple x AFAB Reader . She/Her

Thor, Loki, Hermes, Buddha, Shiva, Heracles, Hades, Poseidon and Beelzebub.

♥ Author - @ghostofthegoldengoose aka Ma'am or MadamofSmut. ☀ Coauthor - @buddhaamitabha aka Law or UnDeadly.

Tags: Slow Burn, Oral Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Porn with Plot, Smut, Lemon, Reverse Harem, Foursome, Threesome.

Summary: In which you are a Goddess, chained by the shackles of a vow imposed on you by none other than your heavenly mother, highly steemed among the greek deities, the most attractive and feminine being to ever exist, the very goddess of love herself... Aphrodite.

The confrontation between mankind and godkind has already started and your part in it?

Well... Your battles lay amidst the silken sheets and pillowy cushions. Caught between the gods wrath and Brunhilde's risky schemes, you find yourself going from bed to bed, from god to god in an insane and unhinged backup plan.

You're secretly the first contestant of Ragnarok. AO3 Chapters here!

[marvelcarbonara]

Achilles Heel

2341 Words, Loki x reader, fem/afab reader, nothing but “you” used, though.

You nervously picked at the side of your white gown. Frigga caught your gaze and you stopped yourself from pulling at your wedding dress. She smiled warmly and walked over to you, taking your hand gently.

“You’ll be okay, y/n. I remember my wedding day, the bundle of nerves I was, too.” 

“Thanks, I’m just-“ you took a steadying breath, “really emotional. Nervous, happy, exciting, and I know I want to do this. I really, really, want this. But I’m just…” you trailed.

“It’s alright, dear.” She patted your shoulder. 

 You smiled with her and adjusted your veil again, preparing to walk down the isle. Frigga was walking you instead of a father, because you were an orphan. 

It was sad you didn’t have any parents, and you felt a small tug at your heart when you thought about what could have been. However, spiraling thoughts were quickly interrupted by happy ones of the family you had. 

The avengers had taken you in, and they were all seated in rows to watch you wedding. Loki, your soon-to-be husband, was waiting for you through the doors to the aisle. 

“You ready?” Natasha spoke, puking her head through the door. You gave a thumbs up and a shaky breath, the looked to Frigga.

“Come here, dear.” 

She took your forearm in a soft grasp, and the doors opened wide. You walked down the aisle with Frigga, looking for the eyes of your husband. 

You met his eyes with joyful tears creeping into his gaze. His face was so full of love, and he kept your gaze until you were at the alter.

“Hello, love.” He spoke in your mind. You gave him a small wave with your bouquet, then faced the priest. The vows were said tearfully, and you kissed Loki passionately. He held you up and your arms wrapped behind his neck, and when you parted, you both smiled and laughed, finally husband and wife.

You went to the reception later and had your dance. However, instead of an Asgardian waltz, you had requested something different. It was one of your favorite songs, and to you, it held much more depth than any other song. 

The music started, and Loki smirked as he took your hand. You smiled and stood in line with him, his hand low on your side. 

Achilles, Achilles, Achilles, come down

Won't you get up off, get up off the roof?

You're scaring us and all of us, some of us love you

Achilles, it's not much but there's proof

Twelve Years Ago- Avengers Tower

“I’m done! Fuck all of this!” You yelled, throwing down your whiskey glass on the roof. 

It shattered and bits of the glass leaned on your feet. They were dangling off the edge of the tower, daring fate to do it’s job. You were numb and tired of living. Tired of waking up each day empty. Sick of feeling nothing but sad or lonely, sick of saving the world when you weren’t even strong enough to save yourself.

“Y/n  l/n! Get down from there now!” 

Tony yelled and was on joined by the other members. Each one of them pleaded for you to think and stop, but no one dared to try and stop you. Everyone knew it would’ve made things worse, but still, it hurt to be completely helpless. You pretended to not here them and jumped headfirst into traffic without a care.

The rush in your stomach made you feel weightless, but you didn’t feel the hard ground hot you and shatter your bones. Instead, you hovered above the ground mere inches, as if the universe wouldn’t let you die. You sobbed hours after the team rushed you back to your room, upset that you didn’t feel the burning sensation of broken bones, of bleeding out. You were sad you still had to live.

You crazy-assed cosmonaut, remember your virtue

Redemption lies plainly in truth

Just humor us, Achilles, Achilles, come down

Won't you get up off, get up off the roof?

Achilles, Achilles, Achilles, come down

Won't you get up off, get up off the roof?

The self is not so weightless, nor whole and unbroken

Remember the pact of our youth

Five Years Ago-Asgard

“Are you alright, love?” Loki asked, smiling but also worried. You had fallen off your mare and were now in the grass, surely cover in mud.

“Yes, I’m okay. Just uncomfortable.” 

He sighed in relief and helped you up.

“You did take quite a fall, are you sure you’re well?”

You laughed and kissed his nose lightly.

“I’m fine, I’ve got practicality an immortal being. Asgardian and all.” You said.

He nodded and walked you over to your mare, tying her to the side of his own horse.

“I still worry.” He said softly. 

He gave you a leg up to his stallion and then took his own seat. 

“I know you do, but I’m alright.” You wrapped your arms around his torso and he trotted back to the stables, attached to the palace.

Where you go, I'm going, so jump and I'm jumping

Since there is no me without you

Soldier on, Achilles, Achilles, come down

Won't you get up off, get up off the roof?

Loathe the way they light candles in Rome

But love the sweet air of the votives

Hurt and grieve but don't suffer alone

Engage with the pain as a motive

Today, of all days, see

How the most dangerous thing is to love

How you will heal and you'll rise above

Seven Years Ago- Earth, New York, Central Park

“I’m just so…drained.” You sighed and slumped into Loki’s shoulder. You both were seated at Central Park, watching the autumn leaves fall to the ground lightly.

He rubbed your shoulder and looked at the trees, taking time before responding.

“Well, it’s okay if you need a break from work, and if you need some time to do something distracting, or to be alone, that’s also okay. I’m here if you need me, love.” He kissed your head lightly and you a sat up.

“What did I ever do to have you in my life?” 

He smiled and took your hand, and you both just sat and watched the leaves fall, not needing anything else said.

Achilles, Achilles, Achilles, jump now

You are absent of cause or excuse

So self-indulgent and self-referential

No audience could ever want you

You crave the applause yet hate the attention

Then miss it, your act is a ruse

It is empty, Achilles, so end it all now

It's a pointless resistance for you

Five Years Ago- Asgard

The dark swirled in your head again. You couldn’t stop it, no matter what you did. You pulled at your hair and hit at your legs out of frustration, and you didn’t even notice when the sobs started. You heaved deeply for breath, and curled into a ball on the floor. 

“Here, it’s okay, it’s okay.” He called to you. You hadn’t even heard him walk in, but he was here now, on the floor holding you.

“Breath with me, so we can talk. Okay?” He asked. You nodded and listened to his breaths, then copied him. You finally caught your breath and relaxed, sitting up and slumping against Loki.

You were so tired now, and you felt his arms wrap around you gently.

“Do you want me to ask questions instead?”

You nodded again, afraid to hear how hoarse your voice was . It might’ve been hours you had cried alone, you didn’t know. You kissed the top of your head and asked about what happened, and you slowly grew more sane.

Achilles, Achilles, just put down the bottle

Don't listen to what you've consumed

It's chaos, confusion and wholly unworthy

Of feeding and it's wholly untrue

You may feel no purpose nor a point for existing

It's all just conjecture and gloom

And there may not be meaning, so find one and seize it

Do not waste yourself on this roof

Present-Asgard

Loki and you spun around the decorated ballroom, holding each other close. He leaned near your ear and whispered.

“You’re half my soul, as the poets say.”

You blushed and kissed his neck so slightly, because you didn’t reach his lips. No one else saw the slight moment, but you and Loki knew, and it was enough. 

Hear those bells ring deep in the soul

Chiming away for a moment

Feel your breath course frankly below

And see life as a worthy opponent

Today, of all days, see

How the most dangerous thing is to love

How you will heal and you'll rise above

Three Years Ago- Asgard

You sat on Lokis balcony with him, watching the sunset below the horizon. The sky ebbed an elegant crimson, which poured into the clouds. You held his hand and his heart in that moment, as he yours. You had been good lately, like a second life had started. He had helped bring you out of something so dark, and you had helped him from a similar area of rage. 

You both carried so much anger and hurt, but you had seen something in the other that didn’t let you give up on them. Now, you both had healed over years of hurt and were able to feel warm sunlight drift into dusk, holding each other close. He leaned in to kissed you gently, right as the sun slinked behind the clouds, leaving the sky dark.

“I love you.”

Crowned by an overture bold and beyond

Ah, it's more courageous to overcome

 Zip I have to go, bye!

You want the acclaim, the mother of mothers (it's not worth it, Achilles)

More poignant than fame or the taste of another (don't listen, Achilles)

But be real and just jump, you dense motherfucker (you're worth more, Achilles)

You will not be more than a rat in the gutter (so much more than a rat)

One Year Ago- Avengers Tower

You stood near the edge of the roof, watching all the people below. Memories of wanting to jump and jumping from the very same spot still haunted you, but now all you saw was a roof. No longer an escape, or a fear, or a gateway to unlocking something inside you. You watched the clear night sky from your spot, and you remembered the glass shards that had been in your position many lifetimes ago.

“Y/n? Is that you?” 

“Yeah.” You responded to Loki without looking away from the sky. He went and stood beside you, and you reached for his hand. He smiled and grasped yours firmly, then gave you a light kiss on the cheek.

“Do you remember your first week here? After New York?” 

He looked faraway as he replied.

“I do. I remember that cell, and how cold everything was. But-“ he faced you, “I also remember a thin, sickly looking woman who spent time with me, and saw me as a person who had been taken advantage of, not a monster.”  

You smiled at his description of you, as it was sadly accurate. You had been unwell after your many attempts, and Loki was a good distraction at the time. 

“Do you know how much you helped me, even as just a distraction? For the first weeks, I wasn’t even very fond of you.” 

You laughed while remembering what a grumpy, cold exterior Loki had put on in those days. You looked to him again and couldn’t recognize that scared man any longer. 

Now, he was full of life, as were you. He looked to you and smiled warmly, then pulled you into an embrace. Noe, that rooftop wasn’t a haunt. Not with him by your side.

 You want my opinion, my opinion you've got (no one asked your opinion)

You asked for my counsel, I gave you my thoughts (no one asked for your thoughts)

Be done with this now and jump off the roof (be done with this now and get off the roof)

Can you hear me, Achilles? I'm talking to you

I'm talking to you

I'm talking to you

I'm talking to you

Achilles, come down

Achilles, come down

One Year Ago- Asgard 

“Is this the book you told me about?” 

“Yes, but also the sequel. I have it somewhere here.” He replied, searching his bookshelf. You sat on his bed and flipped through the first book while he searched for the sequel. 

“Found it!” He said triumphantly, and walked to where you were. He sat next to you and handed you the book.

“And you said you had something else?” 

He nodded and you listened to him talk about Anton book series he was reading. You gazed at his face while he talked. He was so passionate and excited, and you loved listening to him ramble.

“Is something wrong?” He asked softly, you snapped from your trance and shook your head, smoothing a piece of his hair back behind his ear.

“Nothing, Lokes. I just love listening to you talk.” You have his a kissed and he took your hand. Your engagement bands clinked together, and you smiled as you remembered that he was your fiancé.

Throw yourself into the unknown

With pace and a fury defiant

Clothe yourself in beauty untold

And see life as a means to a triumph

Today, of all days, see

How the most dangerous thing is to love

How you will heal and you'll rise above

Crowned by an overture bold and beyond

Ah, it's more courageous to overcome

Present-Asgard

The singer and Orchestra finished playing, and you slowed your dance with Loki. The crowed cheered when your first waltz was over, and you looked into your husband’s eyes. He gazed in your own and smiled, leaning in for a deep kiss. It was a day to remember, indeed.

“You know I love that song.” You said when you parted. 

“Almost as much as I love you.” 

You teased. He laughed and you kissed him again, adding another memory to your favorite song.