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The Video

I've had this thought in my head all damn day and I just needed to write it. I'll link this piece on both my Dad's Best Friend!Bucky master list and the Pornstar!Bucky master list because I don't want to choose.

Consider this the piece I wrote to celebrate my birthday today 💗 here’s to 23 with you lovely folks! 🥂

Pairing: Pornstar! Dad's Best Friend!Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 3K

Summary: You find out what your father’s best friend does for work.

Warnings: Age gap (reader is in her mid 20’s, Bucky is in his late 40’s), vaginal fingering, masturbation, unprotected sex, creampie, size kink, praise kink, mentions of rough pornography, dirty talk, pet names, degradation

Minors, do not interact

Avoiding Bucky had never been your plan, purely because it would’ve been a fucking stupid one.  Realistically, it wouldn’t have been easy to avoid someone who probably spent more time at your house than they did their own.  When he wasn’t at ‘work’, your father’s friend seemed to spend his time at your house, mowing the lawn or polishing your mom’s car or watching some pointless sports game with your dad.

You’d never really questioned what Bucky got up to for work.  You imagined growing up that he must’ve practiced a trade since he was always the one your father called to fix the kitchen sink when it sprung a leak or tinker with the garage door when it became difficult to pull down.

Now that you were fully clued in however, it all made painful sense why Bucky had been so evasive when you had come right out and asked him what he did for work the year before you graduated from college.

“What do you think I do, sweetheart?”  He had asked with a smirk tugging at the corners of his soft, pink lips.

“I have no idea, Buck!  You seem to have as much free time as you like, I just don’t understand how you pay the bills.”  You had mused, sitting in your own garage on a work bench, swinging your legs in front of you, secretly hoping that Bucky would notice just how cute and tiny those shorts you were wearing are.  Unfortunately for you, he didn’t look up from under the bonnet of your dad’s jeep.

“I guess you could say I’m self-employed, angel.  I pick and choose the jobs I want.  I have plenty of offers.”  He tried to keep it as non-descript as possible, dodging the question rather than lying about it.

“I bet you do, you seem good with your hands.”  He could tell by the genuine innocence in your voice that you truly had no idea.  You weren’t leading him to answer one way or another.

He huffed out a laugh as he grabbed the rag beside him, wiping the oil from his hands, muddying the white cloth with the dark residue.  “Oh sweetheart, you have no idea.”

It all made perfect sense now though, scrolling through picture after picture on your phone.  Every drag of your fingertip brought a fresh wave of video thumbnails, each somehow more obscene than the last.  The titles certainly weren’t much better.  

Pictures of beautiful young women flooded your screen.  Some had their makeup thoroughly ruined, mascara tracked down their cheeks and a fucked-out look in their eyes.  Some were on their knees, their hair grabbed into a rough ponytail while they rested the tip of a cock on their tongue.  Some were bent over, evidently ‘trapped’ under their bed with their ass in the air. 

Curiosity got the better of you, after ignoring a warning from your brain that this might be an invasion of Bucky’s privacy.  It was all posted on the internet after all, it’s not like he could keep it a secret forever.  

One video caught your eye, titled ‘James Barnes fucks tight brunette, HUGE cumshot’.  The crude objectification made you wince a little but the short snippet of video that the thumbnail provided you with seemed a little bit gentler than the rest.

Skipping the first few minutes helped you feel like you weren’t too invested.  This was research.  Plain and simple nosiness.  You had no intention of watching this for any purpose other than to see whether Bucky Barnes had perfected his craft or not.

“Shit, that’s it.  So fuckin’ pretty like this.”  The voice from your phone was familiar but so much lower than you’d ever heard it before; so deep, you could only have described it as a growl.

The girl whimpered, almost pathetically.  You couldn’t blame her.  Bucky wasn’t small by any stretch of the imagination and judging by the reaction of the woman he was buried inside, he managed to hit all the spots he needed to.

You’d heard fake moans before.  Hell, you’d made plenty of them yourself.  Enough to know that the woman you were watching wasn’t orchestrating hers for the benefit of the camera.  No, those were real.  Right down to the trembling thighs either side of Bucky’s narrow hips.

“You have no idea how perfect you feel.  Tight and wet and warm.  You take me so fuckin’ well.”  You watched as he slid inside her, painfully slowly.  Admittedly, her body did take him well, letting him sink in until he had nothing left to give.  This poor woman was already looking somewhat blissed out, begging him to fuck her but that’s when you skipped forward to about a minute before the end.  That same woman was now clawing at his muscular back, whimpering and sobbing delightfully while Bucky pounded into her.  He wasn’t holding back in the slightest, letting the same filth tumble from his lips.

“Oh baby, you sound like you can’t take any more.  Are you done?”  He was so condescending, it made your gut tighten with lust, a dull throb settling between your legs but the woman only shook her head.

“Good girl.  God, ’m so close.  You’ll never get enough, will you?  Just a needy fucking slut for me.  Gonna have you all cock obsessed.  Bet you’ll think of me every time you touch that pretty pussy of yours from now on.  You’ll be begging to see me again.”  Bucky sounded wrecked, finishing his sentence with a drawn out, low groan.  Within a couple of seconds, he had pulled out, splashing his seed all over the woman’s tummy, pearlescent spend rolling down her sides and onto the sheets while some pooled on her heaving chest.

Over the next few days, you tried desperately to get what you had seen out of your head.  You tried hard, you really did.  Perhaps it didn’t help that late at night, you found yourself going back to watch more.  Perhaps it also didn’t help that you found your hand drifting under your panties as you watched, taking care of that familiar throb that seemed to turn into an ache when you watched for too long without touching yourself.

Dodging Bucky was simple enough but you knew you couldn’t keep it up forever.  Hiding in your room couldn’t become a hobby just because you found out your father’s best friend, the older man you had been so innocently crushing on, was a porn star.

The first time you bumped into him though, it was game over.  He could tell just from the way you looked at him that something was up, or rather, the way you couldn’t look at him.

“Everything okay, sweetheart?”  He asked, watching you make yourself look busy in the cereal cupboard late one afternoon after he had walked into your kitchen.  You saw him coming and very obviously tried find any excuse that meant you wouldn’t have to talk to him.

“I’m fine, looking for cereal.”  You replied, your head almost buried in the cupboard.

“Well, I hope you find it.  If you can’t see it from there, you’ve got a problem.  I bet your nose is practically touching the box, you’re so deep in there.”  He sounded too damn amused and it only made you more embarrassed.  This really was the last thing you needed.  “Why are you avoiding me, honey?”

There it was.  You were called out.

“I’m not!”  You tried to sound sincere but you weren’t awfully successful; you knew even as you were saying the words that it wasn’t going to fly.

“Mhm, and the fact you saw me coming has nothing to do with how you’re buried shoulder deep in the cereal cupboard?  Don’t think I’m stupid.  I know you’re avoiding me.”  In hindsight, you maybe could’ve handled that a little bit better but now here you were, pulling yourself back out and forcing some painfully awkward eye contact.

“I’ve seen the videos.”  You mumbled, looking away and making yourself busy with your nails.

“Okay.”  He dragged the word out a little, slowing it down and only adding to it’s gravity.  “And?  You’re an adult.  You know what porn is.  Things don’t need to be weird but if you’re uncomfortable having me around, I can leave you alone.”

“No, you don’t have to, I don’t have a problem with it.  It’s all just very… Rough?”  You weren’t really sure this was a conversation you wanted to be having, shame burning in the pit of your stomach because clearly you’d just admitted to watching more than a video or two.

He paused for a second, nodding his head, the couple of light grey hairs at the crown of his head glinting in the light.  “You’re right, sweetheart.  It's a little rough at times.  That’s not my preference, that’s the script I’m given.”

That made sense and somehow settled you just a little.  “So you just stick to the script?”  You quiz, holding eye contact with him again for a few seconds before it got too intense.

“For the most part.  It doesn’t tell me what to say, that’s all up to me.  It just gives me direction.  It’s a running order of the scenes we’ve agreed to shoot.  Most of those videos certainly aren’t a representation of how I would want to fuck if I got the choice.”  His lips were curled in a soft smile, watching you lap this all up.

“A-and how would you want to fuck if you got to choose?”  You couldn’t quite believe you’d said it but apparently you did because the question hung in the air longer than you might have wanted it to.

“Well sweetheart, that depends.  I’d treat a pretty little thing like you a bit differently.  I’d have to be slow with you.  Really ease you into it.  I bet I’d have to spend a lot of time working you up to take me.  I think I’d start by giving you my tongue until I can slip a finger into you.  Then a second finger.  Maybe a third if I think you can manage it.”  He could see the effect this was having on you.  You’d wanted to imagine it while you’d watched his videos but you couldn’t bring yourself to fall into the fantasy.  Now he was dragging you into it.

“Then I’d put you on your hands and knees.  I’d tell you to rub yourself while I press inside you, so slow you’ll be begging me to give you all of me.  And when you’re at that point, ruined and desperate for more, I’ll fuck you nice and slow.  I’ll have you just as addicted as those other girls but with a kinder pleasure.  I’d tell you how beautiful you are and how badly I’ve wanted to kiss every inch of your skin I can.  I’d tell you how gorgeous you look when you cum and how it’s better than I ever imagined.”

God, this was something close to a dream come true.  “I-I’d like that.  That sounds… Nice.”  Words were really failing you, hoping this was a genuine offer and not just some hypothetical situation that would never play out.

“It does sound nice.”  Bucky huffed out a laugh.  “It sounds real fucking nice.  I shouldn’t want my best friend’s daughter cumming around me.  I know I shouldn’t.  I know I think about it far too often but nothing gets me off the way you do.”

Your breath caught in your throat, an embarrassing arousal throbbing its way around your body, settling in the pit of your stomach.  Heat blossomed in your chest, hoping beyond hope that this wasn’t some sick joke.  

“I want that.  But I don’t want you to be too gentle.  I want you to fuck me the way you want to fuck.  Not what you think I need.”  Your confidence almost caught him off guard and he didn’t expect to find it as sexy as he did.

“God, you’re a tease.”  He muttered under his breath, crossing the short space between you both to crash your lips against his.  You could feel the heat of his body against yours, the difference in size almost making you shudder because you’d never felt this small against a partner.

His lips were soft, his hands wandering seemingly everywhere at once and it was so much to take in.  Fuck, it was perfect.  Intense and hungry but not overwhelming.

“Bed, Buck.”  You pant between fervent kisses before he’s grabbed you by the back of the thighs, helping you wrap your legs around his waist so he could carry you to your room. 

You both had your clothes stripped off in a frenzy, not giving much thought to anything other than the way your lips slotted together.  Your bottom lip felt perfectly at home between his teeth, the slight pain of his bite only making you moan.

“You’re such a good girl.”  He whispers, tugging your panties off and groaning when he realises how slick they are already.  “Fuck, I should’ve known how bad you’d need this.  It’s always the ones you least expect.”

His breath feels so hot on your neck, littering the skin with kisses and gentle nibbles, panting tiny groans against you while his fingers slide over your core.

You’re wet and messy, aching with a need you didn’t know you were capable of.  “Oh sweetheart, I could slip right into you.  You’re soaking wet for me.  God, you’re a dream.”

“Buck, please.  I want your tongue later.  P-please just fuck me first.”  You could hardly manage a conhesive thought with the way his fingertips played with your body ever so gently, alternating between rubbing little circles on your clit and teasing your hole with the tips of two fingers, pressing them in just to the first knuckle.

“This is wrong, sweetheart.  So fucking wrong.  I shouldn’t get this fuckin’ excited hearing you beg for my dick but it’s all I’ve wanted for months.”  His voice is just as low as you heard in those videos, dripping with arousal.

“The only thing ‘wrong’ here is the fact you’re not inside me yet.”  You giggle quietly, rolling over and presenting your ass to him, exactly how he had described earlier.  

Whatever self-control he had was gone.  Long gone.  The sight of you offering your slick, hot core was more than enough to ruin him but the way you watched him over your shoulder with an excited smile almost had him trembling with need.

“This is wrong.”  He whispered, lining the tip of his dick up with your entrance, grunting at the feeling of the wet heat.

“So wrong.”  You repeated quietly.  “S-so fucking wrong.  We shouldn’t be doing this.”  You were breathless already, pressing yourself back until his tip had just slipped inside you.  “We shouldn’t need this as badly as we do.”

Bucky’s groan was beautiful, watching as you shifted yourself back to allow the rest of his length to slide slowly into you.

“You know damn well what you’re doing to me.”  He sighed, looking away from the sight of his thick length gliding home.  “Play with yourself.  I won’t last long this time sweetheart but trust me, I’ve got all night with you.”  

You’d never seen him this wrecked so early on in any of his videos so you did as you were told, letting two fingers circle your clit the way you often did when you watched him slide into those other women.  

You heard him take a deep breath, pulling back out as far as possible without slipping out before pressing back in again, dragging a soft groan from both of you.  This was everything you’d both longed for and more.

His huge hands squeezed the cheeks of your ass, admiring the how soft and plush it felt under his touch, dragging himself back out only to press back in, earning another groan.

You could’ve taken this forever, enjoying the way his tip nudged that delicate spot inside you while your fingers worked exactly how you like them to.  This was bliss in its truest form.  This was the passion you had craved, the gentle touches and soft praises but accompanied by an all-consuming pleasure.

“Faster Bucky, please.”  You whined and hell, you looked like a goddess, fallen forward onto the bed, so consumed by sensations that you wanted to have no control over and he could recognise that so clearly.

“Tell me you need me.”  He panted, speeding up his thrusts, letting each one land beautifully before forcing himself momentarily from the heat of your body once more.

“Oh God, I need you.  I need you, Bucky.  I need you to fuck me faster.  Fuck me harder.  It feels so good.  I’m gonna cum for you, I just need more.”  You couldn’t help but sob, drowning in the litany of groans and curses falling from the older man lips.

Your fingers worked faster, in time with the thrusts you were receiving until it all come crumbling down around you.  The knot in your tummy tightened unbearably, your heart pounding as the sensation took over entirely.  It was a perfect release, your body clenching and tightening rhythmically while you sobbed the ecstasy into the pillow under your head.

“Oh good girl, that’s it.  Cum nice ‘n hard.  O-oh God.”  You vaguely registered Bucky coaching you through your orgasm before reaching his own but unlike any of his videos, he didn’t pull out.  He stayed buried inside you, pressed as deep as he could go.  You felt the weight of his seed inside you, the position allowing it to drip deeper, pooling at your cervix and the thought alone made you shudder.

“My God, that was…. Wow.”  He laughed, kissing down your spine before pulling out and flopping onto the bed beside you.  

“Yeah… Wow.”  You giggled, kissing his cheek and curling up against him, not really worried that you were both a little sweaty.  

“I meant it though.  I’ll be gentle with you later.  I’ll take my time with you.  I just needed that.”  He kissed your forehead, running a hand down your back and damn, he certainly wouldn’t hear you complaining.

[spdrmnwrites]

hi!

i’m parker (they/them), i’m 20, and i’ve decided to start writing for my favorite marvel characters mostly out of peer boredom and carol danvers being my sleep paralysis demon.

i write for

wanda maximoff

natasha romanoff

carol danvers

maria hill

monica rambeau

sharon carter

agatha harkness

and more! just request them. i mainly write for female and/or gender neutral readers but i am open to writing for male readers.

i’ll write smut but there’s some stuff i won’t write and will probably make a separate post for that.

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Hi! Thanks for discovering my little writing nook where I live with my 40+ character crushes and trying to live my best life. My name is Elle; I’m 22, a passionate writer, and a typical poor university student. I’m a lover of many fandoms (and many characters) and a huge mythology nerd. Escapism and hyper-fixations are my cup of tea, and that’s why I practically live in this app.

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I accept requests for the following fandoms/persons:

Marvel Cinematic Universe

Criminal Minds (limited to Aaron Hotchner for now)

Top Gun: Maverick (limited to Jake “Hangman” Seresin and Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw for now; Javy “Coyote” Machado is a possible candidate for the future)

Harry Styles Social Media Au's + One Shots

Sebastian Stan Social Media Au's + One Shots

Chris Evans Social Media Au's + One Shots

Tom Holland Social Media Au’s + One Shots

Henry Cavill Social Media Au’s + One Shots

House of the Dragon | Game of Thrones (limited to a variety of characters which I will disclose later on, but Daemon Targaryen is one of them!)

The Sandman (currently limited to Morpheus|Dream)

Harry Potter Fandom

I'm writing for the following MCU characters:

Bucky Barnes

Steve Rogers

Doctor Strange

Tony Stark

Clint Barton

Natasha Romanoff

Peter Parker

Shang-Chi

Matt Murdock

But you can always ask me for other characters, and I will decide spontaneously. The span of fandoms and characters I write for will/can increase (or decrease) over time due to my tendencies of hyper fixation.

I am currently not writing any smut!

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[ragnarachael]

Out For Revenge: The Revengers Headlining Tour — Chapter Two

Paring: Guitarist!Loki x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 8,585

Summary: Ever since that first gig at the pub, you’ve been following The Revengers—as well as getting closer with Loki, of course—and they’ve gotten big. Big enough to where they’ve landed a small recording deal and secured a headlining tour after their first album takes the rock scene by storm.

When Loki drops in at your job, as he does almost every day now, he invites you to the celebratory party for the big news. That same night, you and Loki further your growing relationship.

Warnings: i will be honest there may be a little bit of angst. it’s not that angsty, but it’s loki being realistic and ur wanting to smack him upside the head. mentions of alcohol, body shots, reader may be a Little Too Bisexual in this (sorry if that’s not ur cup)

Notes: i wrote the last of this fic delirious at 7 am after 6 hours of sleep, listening to the rocketman soundtrack. if this fic doesn’t bang, then i’ll die it’s fine this is fine. hope u all love it!!!

Tag List (if you want to be tagged in stuff like this or any future works, join my taglist here!): @mushroomlupin​ @mariahlaufeyson @lam-ila @a-lonely-gray-couch @sineads-art @rosaline-black @lokis-little-love @lokis-tigress @radicallyred​ 

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Better clothes for you was simply changing out of your work uniform and into mostly what you wear around the apartment—a pair of leggings (they have pockets, you can never go wrong with wearing these ever), a slightly form fitting shirt before tossing a hoodie on over it.

You would dwell on how you look in front of Loki, but considering he said to dress comfortably and your long day at work, you’re not giving any fucks. You give yourself one last look over before leaving your place with your phone and wallet in your hoodie’s pocket, keys in hand.

You pull your phone from your pocket once you’re behind the wheel of your car again, seeing another text from Loki.

You don’t work tomorrow, do you? I don’t want you to feel pressured to coming tonight :(

You cooed, leaning back in your seat while your heart slammed a little harder in your chest.

No! Tomorrow’s a rare day off it’s okay!! I’m heading your way now, be there soon.

Turn that frown upside down, rockstar you don’t look as pretty when you pout.

Part of you definitely debated on not sending that second text just as you hit send—Loki looked pretty doing anything with his facial expressions. Hell, Loki could make anything look pretty, as long it was his face and body involved. You almost took your words back, but once you started to watch those three little bubbles float onto your screen to indicate that Loki was texting back, you just went to quickly tap on the address he sent you earlier. Google Maps was just as fast to start replacing your texts seamlessly as it showed you the address on the screen. You hit the small start button once you were buckled up and had your phone on it’s small vent mount.

Traffic wasn’t as bad as it usually was as you followed the directions your phone told you to take, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that it all seemed familiar. Most of these turns felt like muscle memory, and your brain was slowly placing pieces together.

It was like you were heading to Helen’s complex.

You snorted and shook your head at your thoughts, carefully taking a right turn before stopping at a red light. There’s no way Brunn could share a complex with Helen, is there? You would have ran into her way before this.

Turns out, no, you wouldn’t have. You haven’t. Because before you’re even told you’ve reached your destination from Google Maps, you’re taking a back road to lead into the parking lot of Helen, and apparently Brunn’s, apartment complex.

You can’t help but laugh a little out of shock as you ignore the voice from the app telling you to get back on course before it tells you it’s rerouting. Brunn and Helen. In the same complex. And you haven’t even met her until The Revengers stumbled into your job to eat.

What a small fucking world.

Once you’re parked in a visitor’s spot different than your usual one you pick out when you’re visiting Helen, you’re pulling your phone from your little mount, ending the Google Maps navigation interface and checking your messages. Loki’s sent you two more texts, one a few shocked emojis, and an actual reply of: “I’m always pretty, you’re LYING”

You chuckle at your screen, quickly sending an emoji with it’s tongue sticking out before replying with I’m here! Be up soon and promptly locking your phone again, carefully shifting in your seat to slide it into your leggings pocket. At the moment, you didn’t care to see the other notifications that were probably building up before you’re checking that you’ve gotten all of your things from your car you may need in your hands or hoodie’s pocket and exit your car. You lock it promptly before you’re making the trek into the building.

Brunn is, even more ironically, a floor below Helen. Helen was on the fourth floor, and Brunn was on the third. Less of a pain having to walk up the stairs, but still a pain nonetheless.

As you walked down the hall, quietly muttering Brunn’s room number under your breath, you played with your keys while following the slight loud muffled noise of music.

It’s now that Helen’s complaint from months ago hits you: Brunn was the one below her that threw some massive new year party and didn’t get in trouble for the noise complaints. That makes you laugh softly, the music growing louder progressively before you’re situated right in front of Brunn’s door. 

“Helen’s gonna get a kick out of this when I tell her,” you mutter to yourself before shoving your keys into your hoodie pocket with your other things and knocking as hard as you can physically handle on the door so someone could hear it over the music. It didn’t take as long as you thought it would for the door to open once you stopped banging on it, and you didn’t realize how thankful you’d be for that.

You’re even more thankful for who’s actually opening the door. 

It’s Brunn—which, you don’t know why you didn’t expect her to answer. It was her own apartment. You smile at her probably tipsy state as she places your face just outside her door. She says your name gently, almost like you’re not even there.

“Yeah,” you reply casually, waving with the hand that was knocking on the door. “Hi.”

“You’re….you came?”

You scrunched your face up in confusion. “Yeah? Loki invited me today when he came by—“

“Oh! Oh great!” Brunn cuts you off with a look of sheer excitement. “Come on in! I just didn’t expect to see you tonight!”

You scoffed dramatically, stepping past Brunn and the door, the song changing from the thumping bass to something a bit lighter. Maybe Helen will have a good night’s rest once she’s back from closing.

“I probably would have found my way here without Loki’s help thanks to that last song,” you joke. “I wanted to come and congratulate you all on the news anyway, may as well do it here, y’know?”

Brunn, who you’ve never seen actually get bashful or sheepish actually blushes and giggles. You chalk it up to her being intoxicated before she’s pulling you into a hug once she’s shut and locked her front door behind you. You let out a small laugh yourself and hug her back just as tight.

“Thank you. Really.”

“You’re welcome. Though, not sure why you’re thanking me,” you reply gently, resting your chin on her bare shoulder, just missing her tank top strap. “You picked me up along the way with your talent, just like everyone else.”

“I know, but—“

“Brunn!” 

The two of you nearly flinch away from each other’s embrace due to the random voice calling her name. Brunn’s suddenly all but dragged off to a different direction by the person that was calling her out, giving you a wave. You made a little mental note to maybe try and find her later at this party, or maybe just ask her about tonight some other day.

Brunn’s apartment isn’t too packed, but as you looked around at all the people, it definitely was near capacity. It was comfortably full, but, remembering Loki’s text, you’re worried what may come later in the night. You elect that maybe it’s better to just not think about it, carefully maneuvering around people to try and find the kitchen for a drink of some kind that’s non-alcoholic. You’re not feeling up to that tonight.

Once you made it to what seemed like the middle of the apartment, you find the little breakfast bar cut out to the kitchen, and you feel washed with a huge wave of relief.

And just as you start walking towards the kitchen you ironically lock eyes with the very reason you’re here tonight, Loki.

It’s fairly obvious he was doing a sweep, looking for someone—more than likely you, which has your stomach in all kinds of knots for good and anxiety ridden reasons—and just so happened to fall right on the person he’d been searching for.

You’re smiling, if not grinning at the eye contact as you stop mid-step to the kitchen. It’s almost like one of those movie moments, where it’s like…a slow-mo montage. With a slow jam playing over it. And then the record scratches, of course, when someone stumbling out of the kitchen asks you kindly to move and you press yourself up against the edge of the wall that makes a small hall to lead into the kitchen.

Loki looks like he gives a small laugh before he turns to talk with his friend he’s been standing with, his head jutting your direction. You take this as your own cue to start heading into the kitchen, but still keeping an eye on Loki.

He needs to stop dressing so god damn well. He’s got his fucking leather jacket on over some skin tight shirt and his usual black jeans. How he makes something so simple look so good, you never seem to understand. You watch as he passes off his solo cup to his friend, still talking with them as he starts to shrug off his jacket.

It feels like something you shouldn’t be watching. The second you see bare skin past the black hem of the shirt is when you learn that it’s fucking worse than a tight fitting shirt. It’s a fucking tank top, and now his entire bare arms are on display for you and everyone else in this party to see.

If Loki turned around right now and saw you staring at his forearms, you may just die. But it would be worth it.

His friend nods his head back your way as he takes Loki’s jacket for him in exchange for his cup back as they seem to exchange final words. You stand from your position against the wall to prepare yourself to see him up close and personal.

Right as Loki turns around however, he’s speaking over his shoulder before he’s stumbling slightly as if he’s tripped on something.

You and his friend cackle in unison, across the room, all at the same guitarist. Loki whips around probably to chastise his friend for laughing at him, and that’s when you decide to properly end up in the kitchen. Loki would come when he’s done chewing his friend out and ready to properly talk with you, now that he knows you’re here.

Brunn’s kitchen is slightly bigger than your own, and you can’t help but be a bit jealous when you walk in. There’s a cliché sight of a couple that’s making out on the counter currently before they’re hearing you open the fridge as if you’ve existed in this apartment longer than they have, easily finding a 12 pack of Sprites in her fridge. Thankfully, if not mercifully, they evacuate the kitchen quickly after you finished rummaging around in the fridge to leave you be and possibly go take their session somewhere else. You give a small sigh of relief, and place your cold Sprite can down to go hunting around for grenadine near the alcohol.

You find half a bottle of grenadine near a bigger bottle of lime juice and other mixers before carefully reaching around the glass bottles of alcohol on the counter to grab a solo cup for yourself.

With all your drink ingredients, you set out to make the easiest non-alcoholic drink imaginable in Brunn’s kitchen: a Shirley Temple.

It’s a weird moment of loneliness you feel, cracking open your can and pouring your Sprite into the cup. You’re the only one in this kitchen for the time being and the music sounds as if it’s dully thumping outside of the room. Almost like you’re in the bathroom, trying to cool down in a club, but that’s just the atmosphere of Brunn’s apartment right now.

Weirdly enough, you enjoy it almost as much as Queen’s Pub on Saturdays. Once your Sprite can runs empty into your cup, you’re opening the grenadine. As you start to pour the grenadine, your mind pulls back to Loki from earlier. The way he shucked off his jacket. How he turned before tripping—

“Easy on the grenadine,” Loki says as he walks in, breaking the soft pouring noises into your cup. You almost do as he says, shocked how the man spooked you so easily, only stopping the grenadine just a few seconds after he speaks to you. “Brunn may beat you for using a bunch of that. Her Sunrises are her lifeline.”

You snort, putting the cap on the grenadine bottle. “I like my Shirley Temples with a little too much sweetness, sue me.”

Loki continues walking towards you, finally moving to rest against the counter with his cup in hand. The look on his face is fond, taking in your appearance. “She just might.”

“Oh no,” you reply, deadpan. “Not Brunn suing me over some cherry syrup I could buy her more of. However will I go on?”

There’s a beat between you and Loki as you both finally make eye contact with each other. It’s not too long before you’re both giggling between each other, and you’re putting the grenadine bottle back where you’d found it as well as grabbing a green plastic straw so you can stir your drink around to not get straight syrup.

“So,” Loki starts, coming down from your shared giggle fit after taking a sip from his newly empty cup, “a Shirley Temple? You’re not drinking tonight?”

You shake your head, sipping your drink and very pleased with the results. “Nah, got to drive myself home, and I don’t really feel up to it tonight anyways. Even if it was a long day at work.”

Loki nods in understanding, pushing from the counter and placing his cup down as he carries his conversation with you to the fridge. “I get that.”

“What’re you drinking?” you ask, raising a brow and trying not to look at his ass in his tight jeans while he bends over to dig around in Brunn’s fridge. “One of those cocktails from a can?”

“Nope,” Loki chirps from the cold interior of Brunn’s fridge, pulling out finally after a moment with a green can. “Been indulging with Ginger Ale tonight.”

You scrunch your face up. “Ginger Ale?”

“Yeah,” Loki responds, easily cracking open the can to pour it into the cup just as you did with your Sprite. “What of it? You look disgusted.”

“Because I am.”

“For why? It’s basically your Sprite with some Coke splashed in.”

“That’s why,” you huff in reply, trying not to laugh again at how defensive Loki is currently over Ginger Ale as you sip at your drink. “As someone who does that frequently, I’d rather gag.”

Loki makes a small clicking noise with his tongue as he finishes off the last of the soda that’s in his can before his solo cup overflows, shaking his head almost as if he disapproves of your words.

“Your words cut deep, sweetheart,” Loki quips leaning against the counter, a little closer to you than before. “Anyway, how was the ride over? Didn’t get lost, did you?”

You snort, shaking your head as you begin to mirror Loki by leaning against the counter, too. “No. Actually, I already knew how to get here.” 

“Oh?” Loki raises a brow in curiosity. “Really?”

“Yeah, Helen lives in this complex too, ironically enough.” You go in for another sip, watching Loki’s eyes widen in realization.

“You’re joking.”

“Nope,” you pop the “p”, trying not to laugh at how cliché you sound. “I wish I was. Helen was pissed about that New Years party, by the way.”

Loki finds himself chuckling a bit. “Yeah, that one was a little too crazy, even for myself. I hope she’ll never figure out it was Brunn, she may have both our asses then.”

“She’s over it now, but if tonight gets loud, she may just murder all of us.”

“Does she know you’re here?” Loki questions, a small glint in his eye. “Like, here in the complex.”

“Uh,” you start, free hand finding your straw you’re toying with as you swirl your drink. “No. Unless she sees my car when she gets off shift. I did tell her I was coming to the party though.”

Loki nods and brings his cup up for a drink. You pull your eyes away from Loki as he takes his sip, you fear you may actually do more than just stare at the way he swallows, the tank top leaves too much of his neck exposed for your liking.

“She was the one who told me about your note, actually. She found me mid-rush to tell me,” you ramble out, taking interest in the pleasing sizzle your drink gives as you stamp the cup down against the countertop you’re both leaning on. Loki goes on to let out an interested hum.

“Did she—“

“She didn’t read, it, no,” you carry on immediately, laughing out of the sudden rise of nerves you’re starting to feel. “At least, I don’t think? She does know I’m the only one in the waitstaff that has a green pen. She said she saw that.”

Loki chuckles at that, smiling as he shakes his head. “I don’t really give a damn if she read it or not, as long as it got to you, that’s all I cared about.”

You could feel the heat rising to your cheeks at Loki’s words in that damn tone he’s speaking in, as well as his smile and nod back, your smile hopefully just as cute as his.

“How was work after I left, though? It looked like hell just sitting there,” Loki quipped, the two of you chuckling a little.

“It was hell, you’re right.” You bring your cup up to take a sip through your straw, and Loki’s almost quick to make you choke.

“Did you miss me after I left, then?”

He’s fucking cheeky looking as he says it, and it makes you want to kiss the little smirk off his damn face—which is a thought that equally excites you and terrifies you all at once. After you take a moment to swallow and breathe from your sudden inhale, as well as your thoughts directed at kissing him and Loki just being Loki before choking on Sprite and grenadine, you clear your throat.

“Absolutely not—“

“Make way, love birds!” Some random guy shouts as he storms into the kitchen with purpose. Unfortunately, you and Loki are somewhat close to where the man needs to have access to, and thus his sudden shouting makes Loki wrap an arm around your waist protectively before guiding you a bit further down the line of the counters as the two of you are just floundering for a proper reply.

Loki doesn’t have a fair judgement of just how out of counter space the two of you are until you squeak when your lower back presses into the corner of the counter near the stove, crowded in by Loki’s tall frame. 

It’s now you feel so little in Loki’s arm, your drink still a safe distance away to where you can sip at the straw still, but Loki’s whole chest is just as far away, if not closer. You can faintly smell the cologne he’s wearing as he replies to the man rooting around the fridge for something he’s not finding, your eyes unable to stay away from how his neck is straining as he glares at him over his shoulder.

You’re focusing enough on Loki’s chest to watch the rise and fall of it as he speaks, and even make out the faintest outline of his pecs, maybe an ab or two. This leads your mind to that deep, dark little crevice of your brain from the one time you’d had a far too sexual dream about him. You wished you didn’t have your mind fly that deep and so fast into the gutter that was your damned attraction to Loki—who’s still trying to coach this probably drunk man in the kitchen to get a fucking drink and get out.

You only realize you’re moving out of the kitchen when Loki’s calloused fingers dig into your hoodie, his huff fully pulling you from your train of thoughts. You’re shocked you’re not stumbling along like a rag doll as you’re trying to piece together where you and Loki are even going. 

“Are you alright?” Loki speaks suddenly, gently tugging you around a corner to another main hallway before stationing the two of you against the wall next to an antique hall table. You can’t help the air that huffs out of you when your back connects with the wall, Loki’s arm resting next to your head, just above your shoulder.

“Uh, y-yeah, fine.”

“I’m sorry for cornering you like that,” he sighs, head bowing down to look at you somewhat properly. “I’d rather not deal with some drunkard that I don’t know through Brunn.”

“Yeah, no, totally get it.” You’re shocked you’re even speaking right now, with how Loki’s still towering over you, eyes locked on your own as the both of you calm your breathing from the sudden movement from the kitchen to here, in the hall.

Loki nods, breathing out a soft okay before he’s realizing just how close he is to you and backing off slightly, almost awkwardly before he’s clearing his throat, both hands moving to cup at his solo cup before speaking aloud.

“So. How is Helen doing?”

You should have seen that coming. As well as the other awkward conversation topics to follow. The two of you always have a flowing conversation at Queen’s Pub, but that may just be because Loki’s in his element and you have billions of questions about everything.

However, as the two of you converse about anything painfully, personally cringing at yourself internally every second as you ramble on about Helen, or your newest random hobby you’re trying to pick up to avoid the burnout of working in the restaurant industry, you realize that you’d kill to be at Queen’s Pub. You’d rather Loki rambling about the lighting rigs Brian taught him how to install with Roger. Have one of Brian’s fruity concoctions in hand. Hear all of the cool experiences he and the band have had up to this point—not have to dig up more and more horrifically painful topics to bore him with.

Yeah, you realize, you’ve got nothing to talk about.

“But, uh, yeah,” you stutter slightly, looking down into your cup to mix around your ice that’s melded with the now flat soda and grenadine. “How, um, how was your day?”

Loki seemed like he was hanging on to every word you were saying, though. Kindly enough. “My day? It was. Well..”

You can’t help but laugh lightly at the stress of how awkward this talking period is currently, and Loki seemed to agree and joined you with a light chuckle.

“Sorry. It was good. After seeing you I just cleaned. Watched a few shows.” Loki stops and leans over to place his newly empty cup on the hall table you’re close to before laughing and speaking again. “Christ I promise I’m more entertaining than I lead on—“

“Oh, do tell,” you tease gently, looking up from your cup with a small smirk.

And luckily, Loki does. It gets easier through the night. Any questions either of you had about what you spoke about actually started to properly stem into actual conversations about what the two of you do outside of how you met each other. You tell Loki about your successful hobbies, he tells you all about his part-time job that he’s still got under his belt in case this tour falls out and TR ends up not being too big of a hit as you all expect them to be—and suddenly, it’s like any awkwardness vanished. All from a little quip and a smirk.

It’s good. Not to say that it wasn’t good before. But the conversation still flows unlike earlier when the two of you had a bit of a lull in picking a topic. 

Now, you’re here, drunk on Loki as he finishes telling you a story about how he, Thor, and his sister tried to put on a play for his family when they were kids. You never want to leave his sight, or this party, just to pull more stories like this from him.

“There is no way your sister got you both into dresses that easy,” you giggle into your hand, placing your finally empty cup on the hallway table the two of you were still stationed next to. Loki’s made himself comfortable again after all of the awkwardness now, arm back next to your head and over your shoulder as you lean comfortably against the wall. Part of you wants to rest your head on his wrist and forearm, just to see if his bare arm would flex any more than it has in the past however long you’ve been standing here—

“She did! She absolutely did. I’ll ask her to text me the pictures or take them myself next time I’m at my parents and send them to you. Red is my true color, I think.”

You squint playfully up at the man before you, a fond smile creeping onto your face. “Nah. Green suits you. Green and black.”

“Really?” Loki hums in question. “Is this from my nail polish choices or the fact that you’ve never seen me in any other colors?”

You gasp at that, a hand pressing over the middle of your chest from Loki’s words—he may be right, but you’re having too much fun being just as dramatic as him. 

“Excuse you, Mr. Odinson.”

“Excuse me? For what?” Loki asks fondly, arm shifting next to your head slightly before you finally break away from your thoughts that were holding you back to rest your head against his forearm.

You were right, his arm did flex at that. And you’re glad you’re holding your sudden reaction back from how you can see his arm slightly bulging to support your weight.

“I’ve seen you in other colors,” you sigh gently, as if you’re not affected by resting your head on his arm. “There’s so many different shades of green and black. They’re just not called green and black.”

“Oh my god,” Loki groans dramatically, rolling his eyes playfully. “I should let your head fall right now.”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

Your bright, teasing eyes meet Loki’s who’s equally just as teasing as he smirks at you. 

“Try me.”

You squint your eyes slightly, still holding his gaze as Loki gives you a soft chuckle. You’re expecting him to say something again since he’s still staring into your eyes. But, as you move your head from his arm to stop your neck from cramping, you realize you’re basically having a small staring contest.

And your heart is already going into overtime, ramming into your chest every few seconds as you notice just how close you are to Loki. You’ve been close to him like this all night, and now you’re really feeling the aftereffects of the proximity.

Loki’s inched a bit closer to your face at this point, his hand shifting to have his forearm lean against the wall now to support his body weight. You hear him take a deep, shaky breath before his breath is fanning over your face.

“Can…can I try something?”

“Y-Yeah,” you breathe quietly in reply. “Go for it.”

If anything, your heart is speeding up even further. You’re not sure that’s entirely possible, but you’re not asking any questions as you watch Loki lean in closer and closer to you.

You’re about to have your first proper kiss with Loki Odinson. That on the rise rockstar you met months ago at your waitressing job. And you couldn’t be more excited for it. Part of you is suddenly curious if you’ll actually be a good kisser. There’s not much experience you’ve had in that regard, and you’re hoping Loki won’t mind it.

And if any of your nerves are showing, Loki doesn’t seem to notice it as he leans in the rest of the way, head tilting to the side to let his face slot into your own personally and press his lips to your own.

After a few seconds, you were confused when Loki just pulled away almost immediately after leaning his lips on yours. His lips were on yours for a small, small amount of time.You didn’t even have enough time to get your eyes closed properly.

It was more so of a peck, you realize.

Loki seemed shocked with his own actions, and scanned your face to see if what he’d done was okay. You didn’t really let him say anything to you in response and pulled him back in to slot your lips together once more.

You didn’t want to admit it aloud, but you had no idea what to do after this. You’ve never kissed anyone properly, ever. So you wouldn’t know jack shit what to do. Thankfully, Loki’s large hands ended up landing on either side of your face to start kissing you in what you assumed was the correct way, lips moving and somewhat guiding your own as he gripped your face gently as if it were a piece of glass.

You admittedly got lost in the kiss, not getting enough of Loki’s lips slotting against yours. You shuffled as close to him as you physically could, hands resting on his chest and gripping at the fabric of his tank top. And you could just about faint as you felt his small chuckle against your lips as he turned his head to deepen the kiss.

It felt just like it looked in some romantic movie you’ve seen—soft, loving, and all-consuming. Which, you didn’t expect out of a first kiss, but were you complaining?

Absolutely not.

The only time you did complain was having to pull away, softly gasping for air just as Loki did, hands still pressed into your now warm cheeks.

Your eyes—you don’t really recall when you closed them like you thought you would, honestly, you were probably that taken up in the kiss—are staring right into Loki’s blue ones again. You’re both panting lightly, and when you start giggling from all the butterflies in your tummy just erupting, Loki starts giggling with you, too.

“Is there something wrong?” Loki asked gently, his giggles fading a lot faster than your own, “besides, well, the obvious, y’know..”

You take a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down before finally speaking.

“‘S nothing,” you say, shaking your head slightly as you let go of Loki’s tank to slide your hands down his abdomen slowly and rest on his sides. “It’s just...that was my first kiss.”

It’s that response that makes Loki freeze, and you’re suddenly filled with dread. You don’t know what the reply is for most people when they say that, and frankly, if this was about to be a whole joke to make fun of you, you’re prepared to walk back out to your car and go home to cry in a pint of edible cookie dough.

You watch Loki’s tongue flick out to run over his lips—lips that just willingly pressed against yours—quickly, swallowing before speaking.

“Really?”

“Yes,” you finally breathe with a nod, “really.”

It’s painful, waiting for Loki’s reply. Your brain is conjuring so many what if scenarios that you’re not all ready for what he could actually say.

“Well,” he finally breathes, his hands starting to pull away from your cheeks to find a spot on your waist. “If you don’t mind, my kiss quota for the evening is, unfortunately, needing to be filled—”

You’re back to giggling again, your dread moving far away just as fast as it came, the two of you leaning forwards before your foreheads gently bump together. The tip of Loki’s nose nudges against your own as he speaks, lips brushing yours.

“—care to help fix that?”

“Absolutely,” you mutter back happily before closing your eyes and reconnecting your lips.

After that, you and Loki really just spent the rest of your night chatting, or kissing. You’re both very giggly. You’re extremely happy to say it’s not from the alcohol either as the two of you navigate around the steady group of people in the living room to get back to the kitchen after a few more kisses and conversations shared to get refills.

You never really recall finding a party this enjoyable until Loki came into the mix. Honestly, you’d like to keep it that way for as long as the universe allows you to have it.

It’s around midnight when you finally move to tap out of the event. Brunn still has the party going steadily, you think you even heard someone shout for a round of body shots—to which you and Loki happily declined in favor for more hushed conversation and kisses near the hall table to be hidden from all the drunk, hazy eyes.

“I’ll walk you out,” Loki says immediately, stacking your newly empty cup with your own before you’re being guided by a hand on your lower back to the kitchen. “Just gotta grab my jacket.”

All you can do is smile and nod. You haven’t had the need to take off your hoodie, weirdly enough. At some point you thought you may need to—that’s the whole reason why you wore a shirt under it, after all, as well as the leggings with pockets on the sides so you could hold the important little things inside the hoodie pocket—but the most you’ve done is pull the sleeves up to your elbows.

Loki leaves you once you’re both about to pass the kitchen, so you take it upon yourself to head to the door while he tosses your cups out. As you head that way, you’re sure to dodge all the people crowding around Brunn as she does a body shot off of another woman. There’s…a lot of cheering happening, and it makes you worry for Helen who has the opening shift tomorrow.

But you also can’t help yourself by watching how Brunn licks up the salt on the other girl’s skin.

You’re quick to distract yourself back to the task at hand: Loki’s jacket. Pulling yourself from the crowd where you could see Brunn finish taking the shot, you find what looks like Loki’s jacket in a heap with the rest of the jackets various people have brought in.

Just as you get closer to the jacket pile, you feel a hand land back on your lower back and flinch immediately. You turn around, preparing to chew whoever the fuck it is out, but end up seeing Loki’s face, which is just as startled.

“Sorry!” He shouts over the sudden burst of cheers from the middle of the living room. “Should have warned you, huh?”

“Yeah, maybe a little,” you sass back, leaning back into his touch as you both reach the jackets. “Top one yours?”

“Should be.” Loki reaches around you—your eyes fall to his arms, of course, you’re suspecting that may be some sort of kink if that’s even possible—and feels the jacket before nodding. “Yeah, it’s mine.”

“How can you tell it’s yours by feeling it?” You question suddenly, hopefully your amusement being heard over the hum of people. 

“No one else here has a real leather jacket,” Loki laughs in reply, following you as you turn to open the door and lead the two of you out into the thankfully quiet hallway. “At least, I think most of those people in there have common sense not to wear one to a party of Brunn’s.”

The both of you turn into the direction of the stairwell as you snort. “So you’re saying you don’t have common sense then?”

“Well, not tonight no,” Loki decides aloud. “I was trying to impress a certain someone.”

You could feel your face heating up from his confession, noticing his hand was off of your lower back so he could pull his jacket back on. You feel a small pang of sadness, no longer being allowed access to ogling Loki’s well toned arms from who recalls how long of lifting amps for gigs.

“Oh, really?” You’re trying to be coy, but all you’ve done tonight is kiss him and be held by him and honestly, you really should just be bold. Guys like that, don’t they?

Loki glances at you as you make it to the stairwell door at the end of the hall, you can make out his little smirk and swear you see a wink. “Yeah, really.”

It’s at that point you realize you don’t really want to go back to your apartment and lose Loki’s company for the night. You’re not quite sure what the two of you really…are. After finally kissing, you’re not quite sure what happens at this point. Are you casual? Is it considered a relationship now?

Towards the end of your descent back to the parking lot with him, you realize you’d be down for just about anything he offers, if Loki does offer anything. The conversations you share are just as fun as they were in the party, your hand is intertwined tightly with his as you take one step at a time to make the night last longer.

You’re sure it’ll be about one in the morning by the time you’re in your car to drive away, and you don’t really give a damn.

“Helen is going to text me later in the morning and complain about the noise, I bet,” you say as Loki opens the door for you to head out into the cool morning. You notice as you carefully step outside, pulling Loki with you, that the moon’s out and extremely bright. If there wasn’t lamps and light pollution being a thing, you may just be blinded.

“I don’t doubt it in the slightest, if I’m honest,” he replies, hand briefly tightening around yours. “She can’t murder who she doesn’t know, can she?”

“That might just be a super power of hers,” you joke, now officially taking the lead as you follow the sidewalks that lead you to where your car is. “She can be evil when she wants.”

Loki chuckles, and you can see him shaking his head out of the corner of your eye before you’re turning to walk backwards, slowing down your steps so you don’t trip. Loki’s quick to catch on and his free hand lands on your waist so he can guide you.

“Careful, sweetheart.”

You pout, even though all you want to do is squeal over how Loki sounds so taken by you in this moment. He’s been speaking like this all night, with that same fond look in his eye. You never want to leave his sight if that’s how he’ll be looking at you.

“I am! I’ve done this drunk, I can do it sober.”

“Would love to see that,” Loki snorts, fingertips digging into the fabric of your hoodie. “Same car still?”

“Duh,” you huff.

Loki doesn’t reply or say anything, and neither do you. Your eyes alternate from your feet to Loki, and that makes you both giggle.

“You’ll text me when you get home, yeah?” Loki asks suddenly, his hands tugging you closer to him probably to make you stop walking. “Or, you could call me—“

“Loki!” You cut him off immediately, letting yourself get pulled in all the way to where you’re face to face with his chest again. “Chill. I’ll text you, okay? I’m sleepy.”

“Could call me on your way home? So you don’t fall asleep?” Loki’s voice is bordering on pouty, soft around the edges but could definitely end up whining if necessary. You tilt your head up to actually see his face that’s illuminated by the street lamps, a small pout on his lips. 

You giggle and stretch up to press a small kiss to his bottom lip. “Cool it, rockstar. I’ll be fine. No need to get all pouty on me again.”

“This is the perfect time to be pouty, excuse you,” Loki quips, quick to capture your lips in a proper kiss for a moment, then pressing your foreheads together before you could really get into the groove of it. “But fine. I’ll stop on your behalf.”

Your smile could make your face ache for the rest of the night from how wide it is, but you don’t care. “Thank you.”

“Anything for you,” Loki replies, his smile just as wide.

You’re both stalling. You sense it, Loki can probably sense it, and you’re trying not to care. You pull your head away to properly see his face as you speak.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Besides that? Yes—ow, hey!”

The both of you laugh at his reaction to your free hand smacking his stomach. “That’s rude!”

“You’re rude!” You tease back, still laughing before you take a breath to speak through your giggles. “What are we? Or, what’s this, I guess.”

Loki’s taking a breath, getting the last of his giggles out unlike you before he’s speaking slowly, and choosing his words carefully.

“Well, if you’ll have me, I’d like to be your boyfriend.”

Thankfully, you’re silent by the time he finishes his sentence, and you shudder at his tone. There’s no hints of teasing you at all, and he’s so sure of himself as he continues to hold you so gently.

You’re speechless for a few good seconds, but Loki can already tell you’re going to say yes probably from your face alone.

“I’d love to have you be my boyfriend, yeah,” you reply. It feels a bit awkward and clumsy to reply that way, but it feels…right. Honestly anything you say to Loki feels like it’s right since earlier tonight in Brunn’s apartment. 

Loki’s just watching you like you’ve painted the moon and hung up the stars personally for him before his hands are pulling away from your own hand and your waist to cup either side of your face in his palms.

“May I kiss my girlfriend?”

You try to hold back your grin, knowing that Loki’s probably not going to be particularly keen on wanting to kiss your teeth and give a tiny nod. “Absolutely.”

The kiss isn’t really all that different from all the ones you’ve been sharing over the course of the night, but you lean into it with a smile regardless. Kissing Loki would become a new favorite past time fast if the two of you kept up with it. Now that you’re official, that is.

That’s when a question pops into your head.

“Wait,” you start, pulling away from Loki’s lips to speak. “Should…who should we tell? Should we wait, or?”

Loki’s still recovering from the bliss of kissing it seems, his face still contoured as if your lips were still on his. After a moment he registers what you say and takes a slow breath in.

“I think,” Loki says after a brief period of silence—the thought of stunning Loki with your kiss flashes across your mind, and you feel like cackling. You’re so inexperienced before tonight, you’d never think that would happen because of you. “I think we should wait, for sure. And it’s not because I want to hide what we have or anything, but with the tour going on, I want to be sure this is something you want.”

“Why wouldn’t it be something I want, Loki?” 

“Darling, if The Revengers gain popularity to do more than just a small local headlining tour around the area, you won’t see me as often,” Loki explains, his face looking pained. “Life of a rockstar isn’t very kind to relationships..”

You take a deep breath and release it in a sigh, leaning more into Loki’s hands that are still holding your face. “I want this. I want to be your girlfriend—I have for the last four months—I want to give us a go, Loki. It’s not like we don’t have smartphones for video calls or anything.”

“I know that, sweetheart, but what I’m saying is it’ll be months before I’m ever back to you if we take off how we expect to. It may get hard—“

“Then I’m all for it!” You huff softly, not meaning to raise your voice before gently pulling your face from Loki’s hands. “I know you’re doing this to save both of us from a broken heart, Loki, but really, I want to try. I’ve been set on you for a while now, I think we can make it work.”

Loki doesn’t look as startled as you do, and maybe that’s a good thing. His smile is returning from your words it seems, but you’re slightly worried he’s going to take back everything he’s said or asked of you tonight—and being Loki’s girlfriend is something you’re absolutely inclined to be.

“Okay,” he finally replies, letting your brain cease running around your skull like crazy. “We can make it work. But if you want to back out—“

“If I were an idiot, I would,” you cut him off completely. “But, if—and it’s a hard if, by the way—I want to quit, then I will tell you. I can communicate, I’m an adult.”

You’re sure your words get through to Loki then, his hands grabbing your own and squeezing them tightly, giving you a reassuring smile. “Okay, okay, no need to go growling at me—“

You don’t hold back your snort, squeezing his hands back. “I’m going to. Now that I’ve got a taste of you? Kissing you, at that? I’m not giving that up, baby.”

It’s….nice. Getting to call someone—Loki, in particular—baby. You’re excited to try all the other terms of endearment you’ve seen tossed around by couples you’ve been surrounded by both online and in person.

Loki seems to agree. You notice how his cheeks seem a little more rosy than just a few minutes ago.

“Likewise, babe.”

You and Loki hold each other’s gaze for a few seconds before laughing together. 

“That sounded weird, coming from you—“

“I thought I’d give it a try!” Loki exclaims gently, leaning forward to peck your forehead. “I’ll stick with sweetheart and work my way into new ones. How’s that sounding, babydoll?”

“Better,” you hum, a small shudder moving through you slightly. “Call me that one a bit, sounded nice.”

“Can absolutely be done,” Loki affirms. “Now. I believe one of us was heading home for the night. And I’d like for you to sleep before you do whatever you have planned tomorrow. Unless it’s work and you’re lying to me, again.”

“I do have tomorrow off!” You exclaim, pouting as you let your head crane back to look at Loki again. “I’m not a liar. You’re being mean.”

Loki grins and lets one of his hands drop yours to wrap an arm around your shoulders to pull you in close to him, chuckling. “I am, I am, sorry sweetheart. You’re cute when you pout, if it helps.”

“Maybe it does.” You huff dramatically, letting yourself mold into Loki’s front. “I should probably get home though, seriously. It’s probably close to one. I wanted to get laundry done.”

“Sounds like a lot,” Loki commiserates with you, his chin bumping against the top of your head gently. “Terrible. Truly.”

“You just don’t want to let me go so you end up going home to your place and end up sleeping before more tour rehearsal,” you scoff, letting your head slowly tilt up again. “I’ll call you while I do my laundry tomorrow?”

Loki doesn’t hesitate to look back down at you then. “Please? I don’t have rehearsal until six. I’ll be bored. Missing you, probably—“

“Oh please,” you giggle, leaning up on your toes to peck his lips. “You’re so dramatic.”

“It’s true! I’ll miss you the second you get in your car!” Loki whines. “You’re the mean one. That’s it. It’s decided.”

You laugh, Loki pouts. It’s a small cycle that the two of you continue doing before you’re starting to actually yawn into Loki’s tank top. Then, he’s ushering you into your car with a stern tone.

“Y’know, if I didn’t work earlier today I would be fine,” you reply, finally inside your car completely now, actually buckled up with your window rolled down to keep talking with Loki.

His arms are crossed over the top of the window as he speaks to you. “I know. All the more reason you should sleep and I can be greedy and pester you to spend all your time with me tomorrow.”

You laugh at that, your face heating up. Now that you’re both official, Loki’s not holding back, it seems.

“Fine. I’ll text you when I’m home, okay? Text me when you get to yours.”

“Yes ma’am,” Loki replies, a smile accompanying a little salute before he’s standing up straight from your window. “Maybe we could actually grab lunch tomorrow or something? If you’re awake?”

You want to say something about your laundry, you do really need to get that done, but honestly, you can’t bring yourself to say it.

“Sure! We can aim for it.”

Goodbyes won’t be either of your strong suits, you assume. By the fact you’re still in this parking lot, just observing Loki with all his nervous giddy energy that reminds you of him before performing on Saturdays on the pavement next to your car, you’re just sleepily gushing behind the wheel in your brain while you stare at him.

Loki’s pulling you out of that small cloud you’re up in, leaning through your window to press a final kiss to your lips. “Home. Home for you, sweetheart. Get there in one piece. Goodnight.”

You sigh reluctantly in your car, Loki pulling away and stepping away from you in your car to the sidewalk so you don’t keep sidetracking any longer.

“Fine, goodnight!” You shout from your window, Loki laughing and waving to you and shouting the phrase back again before you’re finally rolling up your window. You put the car in reverse and start backing out, giving Loki one last wave while you still can before both hands are on the steering wheel and you’re exiting the parking lot.

You barely pay attention to the radio as you turn out from the way you came in just hours ago—hours. God, you really expected to leave sooner than this, but Loki really held you up. You couldn’t find it in yourself to mind at all.

It’s then you actually realize what’s playing on the radio. Queen’s Somebody To Love. It’s probably in the middle-end of the song, but it makes you smile wide nonetheless as you stop at the stop light that leads you onto the main road.

Yeah, you’ll have to stop by The Queen’s Pub and thank Brian for keeping you all those nights with his stories so you could talk with Loki whenever he was there sometime, whenever you and Loki figure out when you’d like to tell everyone.

[shangchisgalaxy]

Hello there!

It’s been quite a time and I’m feeling awful that I kinda left.. I’ll more active here again and I definitely will tidy up this space here !

In conclusion:

- new prompt list

- new list of characters I’ll write for

[house-of-slayterr]

Wait wait wait… when did I become a DC writer instead of a Marvel one? 👀 I’m a Marvel Stan first and foremost? How did this happen? Yall request some Marvel shit Please so I can balance the universe again!

[hashtagloveloses]

NEW UNION JUST DROPPED

LET'S GOOOOOOO

[itsmrvlxh50]

I love how we say "PROTECT THIS CHARACTER AT ALL COSTS" and then we go and hurt them like they have never been hurt before

[netherregionblog]

Yeah uhhh what the fuck was that

[foralleternityidiot]

the wga + sag-aftra co-strike means an indefinite pause on the endless onslaught of superhero media

[melanthaeunomia]

Do y’all ever reread an old unpublished fanfic you wrote and then get invested on the storyline but get sad because you never wrote the next part of it, just me?

[becca-e-barnes]

"I'm Not Sure At All This Is Safe, But I Want To Try It Anyway."

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 1.6K

Warnings: KNIFE PLAY, masturbation, cockwarming, degradation, praise, pet names, no actual harm but there are some threats

Summary: You and Bucky try knife play for the first time

A/N: This was just a fun little piece I wrote on a plane a while ago! It was based on a fantastic prompt from a cutie so it started out as a piece with original characters, please excuse any corrections that I missed! Some feedback was taken on board after I wrote it originally (thank you for that! 💗)

PLEASE DON'T READ THIS IF KNIFE PLAY MAKES YOU UNCOMFORTABLE

Minors, do not interact

“I’m not sure at all this is safe, but I want to try it anyway.”  Bucky had the gentle curl of a smile tugging at the corners of his lips running his thumb down the length of the dark handle with more than a little trepidation.

“Of course it’s safe.  It’s not like it’s too sharp.  There’s really very little risk involved if everything goes smoothly.”  You were significantly more confident than he was, at least.  It had been your idea after all.  It had taken him a little while to warm up to the suggestion, as was to be expected but he had to admit, curiosity had blossomed in him faster than he had anticipated.

“And what do you want me to do with it?” He questioned, now running his thumb along the length of the blade, the sharp edge biting into the pad of his thumb, making the instrument almost feel heavier in his hands.  It was only a couple of inches long but the gravity of what you both wanted to use it for made him all the more aware of its weight.

“Just trail it over me a little.  You’ll get a feel for it once you try it.”  Your excitement was infectious, your eyes full of mischief as you relieved him of the weight of the knife in his hands.  You weren't scared of it; in truth, Bucky thought you looked rather at ease as you gripped the pommel in one small fist, using your other hand to pull one of the straps of your bra away from your skin, sliding the metal under the fabric.

He could only watch as you dragged the knife against the thin strap and within a few seconds, the fabric gave way, the snapping elastic providing a satisfying recoil.

“Do the other side?”  Good.  A starting point.  Something to ease him into it.  The pommel was back in his hand and from where he was sitting on the edge of the bed, he didn’t have long to contemplate what he was doing before you had slotted yourself back on top of him.

He mirrored your earlier actions, tugging the underwear away from your skin and sliding the flat edge of the knife underneath, just past the end of your clavicle.  The way the delicate black fabric sliced was mesmerising, coming apart under his fingertips, or rather, the unrelenting edge of the blade.

“You’re getting it.”  You hummed contently, reaching behind yourself to unhook the clasps with one hand, letting the ruined garment fall to the floor in a heap.  “Don’t over-think it.  Do what feels right but if you want to stop, you only have to tell me.”

He had to admit, there was a thrill to this that he hadn’t anticipated.  Holding the knife came with a heavy sense of control, a feeling of power and dominance that he didn’t often fall into naturally but you were now trusting him with and he didn’t want to fuck it up.

“Don’t be scared of it.  I’m not.”  It was right about then that he first recognised your arousal and felt a little silly for not having noticed already.  As you repositioned herself in his lap, you took hold of his wrists, guiding his free hand down to the apex of your thighs, letting his fingers wonder past the lace panties and delighting in how he quickly got the hint and pushed them aside.  You were dripping wet.  Even the insides of your thighs were soaked.  Clearly you were more into this than you had wanted to admit when the pair of you had first discussed it and he was now finding your arousal hard to ignore.

“You’re getting off on this?  You know how fucked up that is?”  He teased, lowering his voice and letting himself slip into the role.  His fingers trailed through your delicate folds, accumulating your natural slick before they tapped repeatedly over your clit.  He brought the blade to your skin, pressing the sharpened edge flush with your body, just under the swell of your breast in a way that he imagined ran perpendicular with your spine.

“Careful now, don’t squirm around.  You don’t want my hand to slip.”  His fingers continued their tapping motion, a small amount of give allowed between the metal and your skin as you writhed from the stimulation.

“This is perfect.  Keep going.”  Your voice was so soft, he almost missed it.  You were the very sound of breathy lust, of someone so delighted in the reality of a fantasy you had kept secret for entirely too long.

He couldn’t quite place whether it was your interest in this or the sheer power trip that was encouraging his dick to quickly stiffen between your bodies.  He surmised it must have been a combination of factors.

“I can’t believe you soaked through your panties, just from letting me trail a knife over this pretty little body.”  His tone had more bite than the edge of the knife did, for now at least.  “Do you know how filthy you have to be to want this?  Getting yourself all wet and flustered for me, just because you know I could hurt you.”

The soft moan that left your lips was everything he had hoped for.  He could see you were needy and getting more desperate by the minute, the thin line between pain and pleasure getting so blurred in your head while being denied too much of both sensations.

“Take me inside you.  I want you to keep me warm.  Try not to squirm though, and don’t even think about fucking yourself on me.”  It didn’t matter that he was rarely so demanding in the bedroom.  Tonight, he was in total control and exercising it beautifully.

You did as he asked, shifting your panties to the side once more before arranging you both so that you could slide down on his length, just as he had asked.  Bucky marvelled at the fact he slid inside you so easily, the blade removed from your skin for just a second for the sake of safety.  “Good girl, sweetheart.”  He smirked, watching your eyes roll back as you bottomed out, taking every last inch of him and claiming them all as your own.

“It’s hard to sit still.”  Your voice came out whiney, need getting the better of you, your hips rolling minutely but more than enough to get his attention.

“What did I fucking tell you?”  He hissed, his breath hot against your neck as he reached around you, trailing the blade ever so gently down your spine from midway between your shoulder blades.  “Sit still.  Don’t move.  Be very fucking careful.”  The cool metal left goosebumps in its wake and encouraged a shiver that you just weren't brave enough to allow your body to succumb to.

“Fuck, this isn’t fair.”  You were beyond desperate.  He could feel the way your body pulsed, throbbing with need around the length so beautifully seated inside you.  He didn’t deny you often and he could tell you were struggling to come to terms with it, even if it was exactly what you had asked him to do.

“Fine.  If you want to fuck yourself stupid on me, be my guest.  We both know it won’t take much.  You’re half way there already.  But if you get hurt, it’s on you.  I’ll hold the knife where I want and if you get too close, you’d better hope you can stop yourself in time.”  The calm efficiency with which he spoke was only mirrored in the way he trialed the very tip of the knife up the inside of your bare thigh, letting the metal bite into the soft flesh a little.  It never so much as pricked the skin, it was only ever enough to keep you alert and God, you needed it.

“Please, please just let me cum.”  You sobbed, giving him the softest, sweetest eyes you could muster, only to be scoffed at in return.

“Make yourself cum.  There’s nothing stopping you.  If you’re so slutty that you can’t wait, you can get yourself off.  I just won’t be awfully kind to you.”  In truth, you loved getting him like this.  Testing his limits, letting him negotiate, all the while knowing that you would get what you wanted regardless.

He watched with feigned indifference as your fingers found their way between your bodies, under your panties to rub at your own clit.

“Stupid slut.  Let me help.”  He chuckled, running the blade under the left strap, then the right, letting the frayed lace come apart under his touch.

With the panties left in tatters, your fingers only moved faster, tiny little whimpers and sobs of pleasure falling from your parted lips.  You were a vision of pleasure in those few seconds.  A pleasure that was unperturbed by the blade trailing up your tummy, up between your breasts and back down.  If anything, your pleasure was only intensified by it.  

“B-Bucky…”. You gasped and under any other circumstances, he knew you would have been horrified by how pathetic your voice sounded.

You were close.  He could feel your body tensing and tightening, fluttering like you were about to lose all control.

“Be careful.  Don’t forget about the knife.” He reminded, watching how it only made you that little bit more frantic.  He wouldn’t let it hurt you, that wasn't an option.  As you hurtled over the edge into ecstasy, he pressed it to your skin, letting you roll you hips as you sobbed out your release into the crook of his neck.  This was bliss.  Taking what you needed on your own terms while Bucky was still very much in control.  Keeping your agency while surrendering your body to his care.

“Good girl.  That’s it, I know.  I know that feels good.”  Bucky cooed softly, letting you steal your pleasure from his body for as long as possible, drawing it out to the very end. 

“Fuck me.”  You demanded, not missing a beat after your own orgasm had subsided.  “Put the knife to my throat and fuck me.”

[wandasprettygirl]

watching bucky's dog tags while he fucks you <3

"mmm, sweetheart. pussy feels s'good," he murmured as he laid on top of you. but you're too dizzy to respond to him. even if you were, it wouldn't matter. all you can let out is "fuck" and pieces of his name. instinctively, your eyes land on his dog tags dangling over you as he's fucking you. soft, damaged hints of gray with a name you'd yell until your lungs gave out. the name of a man who knew he was the only one who could get that out of you. "you still with me, pretty girl?" he asks. of course you weren't, though. the only sounds you let out were whimpers and gasps that made his cock twitch every single time. he knows that he's fucked you a little too good when you're all shy with him.

he loves to think about it all the time. just another way for him to remind you that he's the only one who could make you scream like that. after all, it's his proudest achievement. <3

[cubedmango]

miles + comic-con

[blackfalcon1800]

[the-bi-fangirl-biatch]

if i got a nickel for seeing a ship end with a chatacter who leaves to do something greater/fulfilling their purpose and help more ppl, but at the expense of leaving the love of their life alone and letting them lose their previous purpose...I'd get two nickels. which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it happened twice.