#nine sacrificing himself

[firerose]

What dialogue/conversation would hurt the most ?

"Nine? ......what did you....... why did you ....Tails would never.....".

"Im not Tails Sonic .......I never was."

(Conversation between sonic and Nine after Nine messed with the Shatterverse to force Sonic to stay with him ......kinda like Chris in Sonic X just worse)

"Listen kid I may not know exactly what you went through for all these years but I know what it feels like. To long for a better life. To mourn days and people who cared and loved you. I know about all those things believe me . But burning down the whole World is no soloution to ease that pain."

(Shadow confronting Nine about messing with the shatterverse)

" No Sonic I caused this ! I wanted you .....only you to be happy. I ripped the whole universe appart .....and just thought about our future adventures while doing it.......I have been selfish this whole time ....let me be selfless for once."

(Nine realizing his mistakes and trying to fix the Shatterverse which would ultimatitly mean sacrificing his own life)

" I saw him as Tails this whole time .....as my little brother ......as my best friend ........but now that hes gone .....I dont want to remember him as those things ....He wasnt just Tails .....He was Nine."

(Sonic being back in his prime universe mourning Nine- maybe the end monologue of the Show?)

[aletterinthenameofsanity]

sometimes I'm just vibing and then my brain screams at me "ALL THAT PAIN AND MISERY AND LONELINESS AND IT JUST MADE THEM KIND" and I go a little bit feral

[trans-estinien]

ive decided im headcannoning some of the twelve werent amaurotine but were from other places. theres no fucking way VENAT only had amaurotine friends

[aceobiwan]

episode five was genuinely everything i wanted and needed and craved. if i hear one bad thing about it….

[ragingbookdragon]

Price finds her in the equipment room doing a rather meticulous job of cleaning their weapons, but he also notices that the only set she currently has out, is none other than the side-arm and knives owned by their resident Lieutenant.

“Quite rare to see you here on a Friday night,” he says, taking a seat across from her, grabbing an oiled rag to start cleaning with. “Shouldn’t you be going out with Gaz and Soap for drinks?”

She pauses, looks up and then lowers her gaze back to the firing pin she’s cleaning. “Didn’t feel like going out tonight, Captain.”

“Didn’t feel like it or didn’t feel like seeing ‘you know who?’”

“You know?” She asks and he shrugs.

“It’s my job to know everything that happens within the one-four-one.”

“I thought that was Miss Kate’s job?”

Price smiles. “We share responsibility.” He methodically rubs the rag along the parts of the side-arm, his expression and voice becoming rather calm but she feels the air turn a little stern, if almost a fatherly stern. “You’ve been avoiding him.”

She makes a noise in her throat. “I can’t exactly talk to him. Look what happened last time.”

“He feels bad.”

“I’m sure he does,” she retorts, looking at him. “He really hurt my feelings. What am I supposed to do, tell him it’s okay? That we can move on like he didn’t tell me I’m clingy?” She stops, looks down at her hands. “I sound like a fucking child.”

Price hums. “You actually sound like a person who’s had their feelings hurt and you’re not sure how to proceed.” He dips the rag in a big more oil. “I know it doesn’t equate what he’s said to you, but allow me to fill in some blanks you might have on Simon.”

She cocks a brow. “Okay?”

“Simon was the oldest child of two. Abusive dad, terrified mom. Younger brother used to terrorize him too.” He goes back to cleaning the gun parts. “Nine-eleven had Simon enlisting, came back after a lull, kicked his dad out, got his brother sober and even found himself the proud uncle of a nephew named Joseph.”

“Where are they now?” She asks. “Simon’s from Birmingham, right?”

“He is,” he answers, but his face and voice are void of any hope. “But they’re not anymore.”

She blinks, feels the shift in temperature. “They…moved?” She hopes; he meets her gaze, and she knows instantly. “Oh…I…how did it…”

“I don’t want to divulge Simon’s past without his permission, because it’s also his own choice to tell you what happened, but I can tell you that Simon had a personal vendetta against the man and others who hurt his family. And he took care of it.” Price inhales and exhales. “In doing so…Simon sacrificed himself. He made himself—“

“A Ghost,” she finishes, and he nods.

“Simon, when it comes down to what he truly is beneath his cold stoicism, my dear, is simply a very tired and even more broken-hearted man who believes that if he keeps everything and everyone at a distance, then nothing can hurt him.” Price sets the weapon and rag down. “He likes to think he’s incapable of feeling but don’t let his demeanor or words fool you, Simon feels more deeply for the people he loves more than anyone I’ve ever met.”

Something aches in her chest, rising up to close around her throat as she asks, “A man like him…he can still love?”

He smiles half-heartedly. “I’ve seen the man run back through a burning building to pull Gaz out. I’ve seen him run through gunfire, take a bullet to the thigh and keep going to carry Soap.” He nudges her under the table. “I’ve even seen him pull your ass out of even stickier situations. If we viewed Simon how he wanted us to view him, it’d be easy to call him a heartless bastard. But he isn’t as heartless as he wishes he was.”

“That just shows he’s doing his job as our superior officer,” she counters weakly. “He’s doing it because it’s his duty to get his subordinates out.”

“Does it ever just feel like that?”

“…no.”

Price gazes on her like a father to his daughter with her first heartbreak. “What do you feel right now, puffin?”

She purses her lips, looks down at the various weapons on the table before she admits, “I’m still hurt. His words keep replaying in my mind. I’m clingy and I’m always around.” She fiddles with the fraying hem of the rag. “That I’m a bother.”

“Would it make a difference if I told you that I don’t think such things?”

She shrugs.

Price blinks, reaches up and rubs his chin thoughtfully. “You can be very excitable. Sometimes, I think you let it get the better of you and you often forget that others don’t always have the same personality as you.”

“Excitable is the polite way of saying annoying.”

“If I wanted to say you were annoying, I would’ve. You genuinely are a good and wholesome person, my dear. But you have to remember that everyone has a different level of extroversion. Sometimes, we have to tone it down a bit.” He meets her gaze and she knows his is full of honesty. “Simon doesn’t actually hate you. And he probably feels a tad bit of annoyance, but then again, he always does regardless of who it is, because Simon hates anything that makes noise. But I also know that he feels bad for what he did and said to you—and he wants to make it right.”

She takes in his words. “Do I need to engage him first? Extend some olive branch for peace?”

Price rises from the table and smiles, walks around and pats her shoulder. “Nah, let him come to you.”

“You really think he will?”

“I do. He knows what he’s gotta do and he’ll do it because he knows it’s the right thing to do. But he’ll be skittish. He’s like a newborn deer.” He winks. “Let him mull over how he wants to do it. As for you,” he points at her. “You’ve gotta move on from this. Learn from it. And stop ignoring him and avoiding him like you’re a ten year old. Be a grown-up. Act professional and be polite. I will not let this effect the team any longer than it is. Am I understood?”

She swallows thickly and nods. “Yes, sir, Captain Price. I promise.”

Price smiles and pats her again. “Go on. Soap and Gaz headed to Purecraft.”

“But the Lieutenant—”

“Is in the training room working out,” Price waves her off. “Go. Have some fun. Get some drinks, talk to Tweedledee and Tweedledum.”

As she gets up, she pauses and looks at him. “Captain?”

“Hmm?”

“Thank you.”

Price’s eyes crinkle around the edges. “You’re welcome, Puffin.”

[skylersprompts]

DC x DP Prompt *7*

Robin was staring at the screen of the Bat-Computer, while his mind was trapped in the past.

Damian could still clearly remember growing up in the League. And he remembers that he never questioned Grandfather or Mother, except once.

He had been seven, almost eight, when he was training his stealth. And what would be better practice then to follow his mother around till she spots him.

But this day his mother seemed distracted, something that never happened. He followed her to Grandfathers study and listened.

"The boy is nothing but a hindrance to Damian. He fails to kill and has sympathy that's unbecoming for an al Ghul. If Danyal won't complete his next mission, you will dispose of him", Grandfather sounded annoyed, as if he didn't just spoke about killing his twin, about how their mother would have to kill her own flesh and blood.

He didn't wait for his mothers response, knowing that she wouldn't oppose the demon head. As fast as he could he searched for his other half, they needed an plan.

On their next mission Danyal died. It was tragic, but he had sacrificed himself to save the heir of the al Ghuls. At least that is what Damian reported to the League.

Danyal was on the run and for the next 19 month he was forbidden to leave any clues about his whereabouts for Damian.

At some point he would be able to find him again.

He had searched for Danyal, ever since he stared to life with father. But the little voice in the back of his head kept whispering about how Danyal probably died because of his injuries years ago and that father would see it as his fault that he lost another son.

But know he found one of his clues. An online post from someone with the username 'ghostboi', about a constellation and the story that he himself spun around it. A story only the two of them knew. Well... and a few hundred strangers now, but he would have to talk later with Danyal about that.

Now it was time to tell father about yet another son that mother kept secret from him, oh joy.

.

.

.

The talk had been going as good as anyone could expect, which meant that he and father now sat in a private jet, only two hours after they found out about Danyals whereabouts and three hours since Bruce Wayne knows about his second blood son.

They where going as Civilians, since it would probably go smoother. And because the Brucie Wayne persona seemed to gift his father the ability to talk a little bit easier about emotions. Except for right now, because he was angry at Damian for keeping his twin a secret. Still, Damian couldn't see how he could have handled this better and also stayed silent.

Quietly he goes over the things he found out about his brother.

He now goes by the name Daniel James Fenton

He lives in Amity Park, Illinois

He was adopted at the age of nine by the Fentons

He goes to the local high school

He has an older sister, Jasmine Fenton, who is in college for psychology

His parents are ecto-scientist

He has two friend with the names of Tucker Foley and Samantha Manson

It wasn't a lot, but he didn't have much time and also not the patience to wait any longer. It had been almost nine years since he last seen his other half and even if he was nervous, he just couldn't bear to wait any longer.

After they landed in an airport in the city nearest to Amity Park, the two immediately got into the back of a car and their journey continues.

For a long time it was silent in the car, till Damian couldn't bear his father's brooding anymore.

"I didn't know if he had survived and I deemed it better for everyone involved if I'm the only one with this particular uncertainty and possible grief", even if his own voice was levelled and his father just responded with a grunt, the air in the car seemed now easier to breathe.

~

Yes, Bruce had been livid and heartbroken when Damian had told him about his youngest, but he could understand to some degree where the boy was coming from. And if the situation wouldn't be so heartbreaking, then he could be able to call it sweet of his son. He just didn't want him to hurt, but even so... now it was to late to think about the what if's, in a few minutes he would have Daniel in his sight.

They stopped in front of a house that was a clear violation of every OSHA law he could think of. But the big "FENTON WORK' sign, told him that they were right.

Bruce put on a light smile, before he knocked on the door, Damian on his left side. From inside he heard a little bit of shuffling and a carbon copy of Damian opened the door. Everything except for the eyes were the same.

But before Bruce could say anything, the twins were already in each other's arms. He could hear quiet sniffling.

"You found me, your safe", the words came like a mantra out of Daniels mouth.

"Ahbak, Danyal", was the whispered answer from Damian.

And Bruce felt like an intruder in this moment. He had never seen his son so openly affectionate and it was like a weight had lifted of Damians shoulders.

It took a few minutes till the two brothers let go of each other. Except for their hands, that stayed clasps with each other.

"Hello Daniel, I'm Bruce Wayne. I'm yours and Damians father", he introduced himself with a smile, even though the boy seemed to shrink a little bit into himself.

"Please call me Danny Mr. Wayne. Just Fruitloops call me Daniel", his son gave him a crooked smile and Bruce nodded.

"Of course, but call me Bruce", he answered easygoing.

"Is there a place where we can talk Danyal?", Damian got the attention of his twin with a little tuck on his hand.

"You can come inside. Mom and Dad are out of town to get a few supplies for a new project", his answer was sheepish, as he lead them inside.

It seemed like he had adjusted well to a civilian life. How he wished he could have seen his growth.

They sit down in the living room and start to talk a bit about Danny's life with the Fentons. It's apparent for both him and Damian, that Danny is hiding something from them, but they don't press. Maybe he'll tells Damian, when they have a moment alone.

"Should I help you to pack your possessions now? I'm sure the Fentons won't need to long to come back, so that you can say goodbye", as Damian was speaking, he stood up and looked at a bewildered Danny. But Bruce wasn't really better. As much as he would love to bring Danny home with them, they couldn't just rip him out of his life. And Danny seems to see it just like him.

"Dami... I'm not leaving. I love my parents and my friends, I can't just go and leave them", Danny also stood up and clasped his hands on Damians shoulders.

"Tt... so you choose them over me?", his voice was barely over a whisper.

"No! I-... it's just... give me time? I'm almost done with high school and I want to go Gotham U, so... just wait a bit? Please?", his tone was pleading, as he searched his brothers eyes, whom just answered with a defeated sight.

"Danny is right Damian. We can't just uproot him like that. As much as I want us all together, we found him now, the rest can wait", Damian deflated a little more at his words. And so Bruce couldn't just let the opportunity pass to comfort his children for once.

He closed the small distance between them and hugged both of the boys lightly to himself.

"You know that I always wanted to raise you myself and now that I see you both like that, I wish for it even more", he sighted with a woeful smile, while Damian grumbled about the proximity. But Danny's little smile shifted to a horrified look.

"Your wish is my command~", the feminine voice came out of thin air, but Bruce had no time to think about it. Because just a second later, there were two little Babies in his arms. Two little, screaming Babies.

Bruce never regretted it so much in his life, that he hadn't brought Alfred along.

[vampyrsm]

'Primordial.' (5.2k) dragon king!bakugou katsuki x female reader

warnings: primal kink, heavy nordic themes/norse gods mentioned, norse words, barbarian/tribal practises, blood as body paint, violence, chasing, i give reader tattoos, arranged marriage, bakugou is mean at first, asphyxiation, blood pact, outdoor sex, biting, marking, pussy eating, rimming (f!receiving), vaginal sex, breeding kink, brief spanking, creampie.

author notes: just a tiny glossary: blót (blood sacrifice), Óðinn (Old Norse for Odin), Valkyrjur (Old Norse for Valkyries). I try to keep it to a minimum/one-time use since I know it can get a bit confusing infusing two different languages.

➼ 'kinktober 2022 masterlist'

Sparking embers.

Black ash dashed across the ground.

The beat of the heavy drums, accompanied by the tribesmen and women's voices. It was quite the ceremony, a show of wealth and power. It had to be spectacular for an event that happened when a new King was to be ushered in and they were demanded to try and bind the ties between the rival tribe. The ceremony was to last for 9 long days and nights, including a blót sacrificing goats and boars to offer the blood of the innocent up to the Gods of the Nine Worlds. If they were to look down upon such an occasion, they perhaps would bless the tribe with an unbreakable bond between two warring tribes.

Tonight marked the 5th night of the ceremony, this was the first time the King himself would emerge from his hut. It always drew in the biggest of crowds, to see the man who was promised to bring even the World Serpent down onto its belly before him. The King who was promised was a spectacular breed indeed, rumoured to be part dragon himself as well as the only man known to have a kinship with the great beasts. There had never been as much faith in bringing an end to the thousand-year war until Bakugou Katsuki was born.

The wooden door of his hut slammed open, the crowds silenced in mere seconds—awaiting his arrival. The low rumble of the drums in the background was second to the roaring in everyone's blood at the prospect of being in the same vicinity as a man who was rumoured to be part dragon. No one's eyes strayed from the door when they heard his heavy footsteps, his stature so large he had to duck down beneath the doorframe before standing to his full height.

Before them stood the King, his ashen blonde hair on his head which was decorated handsomely, the thick plaits of hair adorning bands of metal at the ends, the sides of his shaven with intricate details etched into his hair. The top of his hair was flattened by the heavy bone crown he was wearing. It made him look impossibly bigger, quite the fitting image for the man they named the Dragon King. It was tradition for both parties in this exchange to be stripped down to bare themselves to the eyes of the Gods with the exception of covering their genitals with a cloth.

His muscles bulged beneath the solid golden rings tightened around his biceps, shoulders rolling as he eyed the crowd. The red on his body could be mistaken as paint but anyone could see the way it dried and cracked—it was blood. It wrapped around his biceps and forearms in thick bands, a strip trailing down from his bottom lip along his throat until it reached his sternum. His thighs were covered in intricate designs, swirling paintings of dragons and fire. Around his neck were most definitely fangs from various animals he had hunted successfully, a trophy to display his sheer power.

Bakugou kept his shoulders squared, eyes focused on the crackling bonfire in the distance. Just beyond there was his future, his destiny, the true end to the war that claimed his parents. Whilst he was a man with the belief he should be with who he wanted, he couldn't deny the fact that joining with the Queen of another tribe wouldn't help his own tribe strive. The beat of the drums grew louder once he began his walk towards the bonfire, the songs getting louder once again and his blood stirred with anticipation. He had never seen this Queen before but had only heard of the stories of how she was formidable, quite the warrior who had been rumoured to rip a man's head off with her bare hands. It had made him hard hearing that particular story.

The fire was warm against his skin, the blood that was the freshest on his skin shimmering in the amber light. The music was the loudest here, the chanting in their old language fuelling the ancient blood coursing through his veins. He couldn't quite see the Queen yet, but he could see her tribe were just on the other side of the bonfire. They spanned out far and wide, Bakugou let his eyes drag over them slowly to see they too were jovial about the occasion but he didn't miss the weapons on their hilts. They were ready to kill if needed.

A hollering whoop followed by the billowing of a horn brought his attention back before him, his feet slow as he carried himself around the fire. Now he could see a figure just on the other side yet the fire kept their features obscured, they were moving in time with him. A game of cat and mouse, but who was the cat and who would be the dead mouse at the end of it? The idea had Bakugou's hackles rising, a tickle at the back of his neck telling him to take control of the situation before he lets this stranger think she was the more powerful of the pair.

Through the hissing flames, he caught sight of a pair of eyes, they looked just as ravenous as a wolf. He continued to circle around the bonfire, the sound of the crowds singing and chanting fading to nothing in comparison to the pounding of the blood in his head. The voice that told him to take what was his, to lay claim to this woman in front of everyone to show he is The Dragon King. It was as if he were stuck in a trance, blood-red eyes locked and muscles were drawn tight like a bow. The air was tense, the drums providing the rhythm to which his heart raced, it felt no different to when he went hunting.

There was something in the air.

Then it snapped.

With a twist of your ankle, you turned around back towards the forest of foreboding trees where shadows danced and lurked within. The chanting grew louder, with long high notes that some would mistake as screeches, it only signalled the beginning of the hunt.

Bakugou's body was ready, his eyes honed onto your back as you vanished into the tree line. He was much larger than you, he knew that much from just looking at you but he saw how quick you were on your feet. If he didn't start the chase now, he may end up losing you to the darkness of the night. So he ran. The sound of the chanting and drums quickly replaced with the rush of wind by his ears, the pounding of his bare feet on the ground.

This primitive feeling made Bakugou feel alive, it stripped away the armour many wore for protection, stripped them down to their barebones to be bared to the world. He knew he could very well die in this forest if he allows you to get the upper hand and the Dragon had no intention of bowing its head to someone who was just a measly wolf.

Bakugou had always had a keen sense of smell, granted these gifts from his ancestors who shared blood with dragons, and so he followed a sweet smell. A smell had come to realise was you, and oh how he longed to sink his teeth into the flesh that smelled so fresh, like a field of wildflowers.

Darting in and out of the trees, uncaring for the way twigs snapped and scratched his skin. It was second nature for the blonde to be running through the forest, having run through it a thousand times before as a child. He had grown up in the dirt, always returning home to his mother shivering and coated in streaks of mud from his tussles with who is now known as his chieftain; Kirishima Eijirou. Growing up with the boy who was rumoured to have skin that was harder than rocks granted Bakugou the opportunity to harness his strength. To really grow into his role as future King.

The smell of rain was fresh on the mossy undergrowth beneath Bakugou's feet, and the fog clung low to the floor swirling around his body with each step he took. Some would think these are conditions for failure, surely no one could track in horrid weather? Sure. That may be the case for the average man, but Bakugou Katsuki was no man. He was a monster, a beast with an appetite for the hunt. His eyes were sharp, snapping towards the sound of a branch snapping in the distance and finally, he could see it.

The fog was being disturbed to his left, a little further ahead but nonetheless, he had found his target. A vicious grin broke out on his face, sharpened canine teeth on show before he abruptly switched paths so he was directly behind you. He could see you much clearer now, you were nearly as naked as he was and yet you didn't care when your calf scratched against the low-hanging branches. He could practically taste your blood on his tongue, the end of a long war that was probably older than time itself, he was going to be the one to end it.

Bakugou's eyes strayed from you for a split second when he passed by something, a red strip of cloth that had been tied around a tree. His grin returned tenfold, that cloth was his own, and you were running unknowingly directly towards a dead-end. The forest itself actually climbed up part of the mountain his village was nestled against, it was the perfect spot. They could never be attacked from behind, and it always took a while for anyone to breach through the woods to find the village, by then Bakugou was already aware of their presence and was making quick work of slaughtering them.

And just as he suspected as he burst through the treeline, you snapped your head around to stare at him with wide eyes that made you look more like a fearful doe than a fearsome wolf. His grin was malicious, the dried blood on his skin cracking with the movement. Slowly your steps started to mirror his own, circling each other like wild animals. "Come, Fenrir," Bakugou snarks, watching the way your eyebrows furrow and you erupt in a snarl that most definitely is fitting of the name Fenrir.

"You dare invoke his name?" you speak for the first time and Bakugou has to keep the grin on his face malicious, you sound just as vicious as he but somehow more regal—a true Queen and he wants to make you his. "If I'm Fenrir, you must be Týr."

Bakugou can't help but puff his chest out at that, slapping a large hand against the meat of his pec with a grunt. It was an honour to be called Týr, the god of war and justice, he was considered the bravest of the Gods and Bakugou can agree that he is no different to the God. "Make your move, wolf."

And you do. Bakugou rears his head back when you launch yourself at him, feet bounding across the floor with one arm drawn back that allows him to see the way your muscles move. The tattoos displayed on your skin were a sign of your years in the war, a band for every leader you had killed—and you had eight. It stoked the fire beneath the dragon's belly in his blood and made him roar in excitement when your fist collided with his jaw.

Bakugou took a stumbling step back, foot swiping through the mossy undergrowth before his head snapped back towards you. The blood on his teeth spread as did his grin, a blossoming red mark on his jaw that would surely turn into a blackened bruise come sunrise. His eyes were wide, pupils eating the crimson red. His excitement was palpable, you were the perfect woman for him. How didn't he come across you sooner? He had killed thousands of your men and you did the same to his own, so just how didn't he find you earlier.

He's ready this time when you swing your fist again, batting away with his forearm. He has to give it to you, you're strong. He feels his muscles tense and ripples with the effort he has to use to make sure he isn't caught off-guard again. It continues like that for a few more seconds, you attempting to break through his defence and you seem to shift a little on your feet before Bakugou's grunting at the blossoming pain in his ribs. Your foot hooks against his side, and he's too quick for you to withdraw your leg.

His big meaty hand hooks around your knee, and suddenly you're falling back onto your back with a loud thud. Bakugou bears his weight down onto you, the crown shifting on his head slightly when he glares down his nose at you with gums and teeth on show. His spare hand comes down around your throat, thick fingers squishing into your skin and you realise you can't breathe. Your hands scratching at his forearm, your legs kicking fruitlessly on either side of his hips that he nestled neatly against your own.

"What's wrong, wolf? Did you think you were any match for a dragon?" he sneers, enjoying the way your eyes fill with desperate tears. He leans in closer, the pressure growing on your throat and he can see the way you're seconds away from eating in the Great Hall. "Say it. Yield to me."

He watches the way you battle in your own mind, how your eyes grow hazier the more you lose precious seconds of air and he wonders for a second if maybe the Seer was wrong in reading what was to become of this ceremony. Were you about to throw away your life because of your pride? Bakugou can't fault you for it.

Your lips curl into a vicious snarl, he wonders if maybe you will curse him with your final breath; send him to Hel where he may never rest with his family in Valhalla. Your tongue brushes against your teeth, all stained in a pretty pink shade of blood. "I—" it's a gasp, barely a whisper and Bakugou does you the courtesy of leaning down, turning his head so his ear was next to your lips. He can hear the way your throat contracts, "I yield." you manage, and his hand releases you immediately.

Bakugou pulls his head up enough to allow you to breathe again, hands clutching at your throat whilst you suck in greedy gulps of breath only to cough them back up. All the whilst he finally gets a good look at you, you were unbelievably beautiful. Nothing quite like the women of his own village, you had a different air to you. You were a warrior just like him, but you were so much more. You had the most gentle of features when you weren't scowling, the face of a mother to his kids he realises.

That single thought has his hips rutting involuntarily, nostrils flaring at the smell of your own arousal from where you're wedged beneath him. Your warm breath clouds in the cold of the night when you pant in response, Bakugou's eyes snapping up from the sprawling of tattoos on your thighs to meet your own eyes. It was a tense moment, the air easily capable of being sliced with a sword. It reminded Bakugou of what it was like when he saw wild animals before they attacked—waiting for the other to attack first, to slip up and make a mistake.

The Dragon rumbles with a growl, content with the thought that he had won over the wolf and Bakugou makes the grave mistake of directing his eyes downwards. It all happens far too quickly for Bakugou to react, his back presses harshly into the soggy floor filled with mud and dirt. His eyes are wide, teeth bared when he realises he's looking up at the silhouette of your face as you perch above. The sharp edge of the rock is pressed to his throat, each time he swallows he can feel it scratch against the skin there.

"The dragon may befriend the wolf, even break the wolf." You snarl down at him, billowing clouds of warmed breath beating down on Bakugou's face. "But you will never truly tame the wolf. I will never be just your wife, if you're to be my King then I demand your every second. You will not sneak off with others."

Bakugou keeps his eyes trained on your own, the sharp edge of the rock pressing a little harder when his hand shifts upwards. Your eyes are wide with a warning, one he knows you're not bluffing on. He raises his hands slowly until they're on either side of his head, palm upwards towards you. "I would never dream of putting you second to anyone." He speaks honestly, shocking even himself at how easily it comes off of his tongue.

"Swear it," you hiss, shifting your weight on his hips has the man inwardly groaning at the lack of clothing between the two of you. He can feel just how warm you are. The rock is gone from his throat before a copper smell hits his nose, he looks from your face to your palm to see a jagged yet deep cut into the palm of your hand. "Swear it with your blood, in front of Óðinn."

You let him take the rock from your hands, uncaring for the way the blood curled around your wrist and dripped all the way down to your elbow. Bakugou slowly sat up, your hips moving to rest on his thighs whilst he stared down at you. This was a serious thing, to declare it in front of the All-Father would lock him into this pact for life. The slice along his palm stings, before he's raising his own hand up in a similar fashion to you.

"I, Bakugou Katsuki, swear it." His palm slides into your own, the wet mixture of both his blood and your own making it slippery before he links his fingers with your own. The throbbing in his hand is painful, the more he squeezes the more blood drips down his arm. Yet he can't take his eyes away from you, the way the moon peaks through the treetops and paints you in a white light that dapples across your skin.

Much to his surprise, you're the first to lean towards him. His eyes close when your lips press to his, you taste of blood and salt, he can taste the wine on your tongue that you must've drunk before the ceremony started. Your hands slip apart, your blood-drenched hand imprinting itself against the side of his neck whilst both of his hands cup your face. Bakugou can't get enough of you, he was no virgin and he had his fair share of women but there was something more here. It felt like he was bathing in divine light, the hand you dragged along his neck to smear him in your own blood felt like it was on fire.

You don't fight him when he lowers you onto your back this time, his hands cradle your head however this time. Something has shifted between the two of you as you continue to share your soul with him through the way your tongue rolls over his own. Now situated on the ground does his hands start to wander, trailing one hand of blood and the other of calloused warmth down along your body. You do not fight him when he pulls away the cloth on your breasts, revealing them to the cold air whilst his thumbs roll over your nipples to feel the way they harden.

But his hands don't stop there, they continue their conquest downwards until he feels the cloth at your waist. It's a thin thing, not really meant to protect or hide anything. So when Bakugou's non-bloodied hand reaches between your thighs, he's greeted with his prize for sealing the pact with you. You're unbelievably warm between here, and wet, it has him groaning against your lips as his fingers delicately delve between your lips to spread your slick back and forth in tantalizingly slow strokes.

He swallows your warm panting breaths, his lips parted in a similar fashion when he just allows himself to admire you. You're splayed out on the floor before him, chest gently heaving with each intake of breath you take and your thighs are already clutching against his sides in an attempt to pull him in closer. But Bakugou has other plans in mind, he slowly descends down along your body with searing kisses against your flushed hot skin in the cold of the night.

Now finally with his stomach on the ground, he hoists your legs once again, but this time over his shoulders. Neither of you feels embarrassed with how he buries his face between your legs, taking a deep breath in of your natural essence before his tongue lays flat from the bottom of your dripping wet heat all the way to your clit that he gives a cheeky flick of his tongue.

Your entire body jolts, the whole chase and run-up to what was to be yours had your body as tight as a bowstring. Your toes curl fruitlessly against the flat of his back, his shoulders rolling when he wraps both his arms around your thighs to lock you into place. The sight between your thighs is sinful, his red eyes are staring up at you through locks of loosened blonde hair and his crown is lopsided on his head. He looks much more like a beast of a man now that he has you in his grasp.

It's far too late once you realise the hold he has you in, his mouth descends upon you and your entire stomach tenses, your thighs attempting to crush either side of his head whilst the blunt of his nails curl into the flesh of your thighs. He's sucking on your clit, and hard, and just when it gets too much he lowers his tongue down to press between your lips and suckle on the sweet nectar you're providing him with. All the whilst his eyes are locked onto yours, it feels like you're being drawn into his very soul the longer you're held there.

He groans when you finally let a moan slip past your lips, the deep rumble of his throat has it vibrating against your pussy and you writhe in his grasp once again. He can't get enough of you, you tasted better than any sweet fruit he had tried, and you sounded what he imagined the valkyrjur to sound like. You were his own small Valhalla, laid out on the wet ground of sticks and moss, uncaring for the way you moaned into the night sky.

Bakugou couldn't stop the rut of his hips into the ground when he ducked his head lower, venturing with his tongue further and the noise he was rewarded with was enough to continue. His tongue pressed against your puckered hole, letting his saliva drip from the tip of it until it drenched you entirely before he pressed further. Your hand came to his hair immediately, knocking the crown free from his head but he couldn't care for it, not when your fingers sink down to his scalp and you pull.

"K.. Katsuki." The way his name rolls off of your tongue has him groaning against you again, his hips pressing harder into the ground in an attempt to stave off the sudden urge to cum. "Stop wasting time, and fuck me already." He can hear the growl in your words but it's overshadowed by the way you whine, you sound too breathless to be the scary wolf you wish to portray yourself as.

But still, he chuckles against you before pulling his head back. "You have no patience," he chides gently, grinning wider at the glare you shoot his way but he's moving back up your body despite this. He lowers himself down so his forearms are caging your head with his own, his thighs spread your legs wide across his hips. He finds himself admiring you once again, the wet sheen to your lips from his previous ministrations, the way your eyes are essentially fully blown as you stare up at him.

You flinch when he shifts his hips closer, the tip of his cock delicately rubbing against your clit in an up-and-down motion with each slow roll of his hips. "It'll hurt," he says, watching the way you're furrowing your eyebrows up at him, almost offended that something like a dick would be enough to hurt you. He can't help but smile, you have the true soul of a warrior, someone he definitely sees fit to call herself his Queen.

However, he doesn't offer you the chance to rebuke his words. With an angled roll of his hips, he's sinking into you and fuck, you're crushing him with how tight you're squeezing him. He groans the further he pushes into you and your moans sound beautiful mingled with his own. Bakugou leans back some, one large palm splayed out next to your head whilst the other soothes itself down along your heaving chest as you try to adjust to the thickness of his cock buried deep inside of you.

"Relax..." he soothes, large thumb pressing against your nipple as he passed by before he ventures further with his hand once again. He feels the small pudge of your stomach, unable to stop himself when he squeezes a little with the thought of fucking you full of his cum; of his offspring. You'd make him a father of many children, he can tell. His fingers once again find home between your thighs, he strokes his way down to feel the stretch of your pussy around his cock and it has him almost whining.

Slowly, his fingers place themselves against your clit as he rubs soothing circles whilst fucking himself shallowly further into you until he's seated all the way to the hilt. His stomach is tense, every muscle in his body flexing when he finally draws himself up to his full height on his knees. His large hands drag along your thighs, feeling the dips and raised skin along the way of many scars. He wonders what scars your skin will blossom with when you bear his children, it has his hips rutting harshly into you.

A snarl sits on his lips when he hears your guttural moan, your thighs clenching around him the best they could and the look in your eye holds the match that sets off the fire in his stomach. He growls, deep and rumbled in his chest when he starts to fuck into you with new vigour. His hands clasped tight around your thighs, scratching against the skin that he's sure would be enough to draw blood. Bakugou pulls you into each and every one of his thrusts, forcing his cock the deepest it can reach in you to have you screaming his name.

Your hand splays itself against his pelvis, fingers pressed into the tensed muscle of his abdominal muscles. He looks terrifying above you like this, every muscle in his body is poised as if he were ready to fight someone. The veins bulge on his neck, and he's growling and snarling like a feral beast but it has you clenching around him, walls spasming at just how handsome he looked. He showed great promise of being able to provide for you, he would protect you endlessly and you no doubt would produce some of the strongest children.

"W-Wait," you pant, blinking at the haze that settles on your eyes, you can feel your stomach tensing up more. Everything feels so sensitive and he's bullying his way through your walls when they squeeze, and he somehow knows how to read your body perfectly. He shifts his knees a little closer, hauling you up with his body when he really kneels on his knees. Your back is arched almost uncomfortably but the new depth has your eyes rolling into the back of your head. "Oh, fuck!" you scream into the darkness of the night as the knot finally tightens until it inevitably snaps.

Bakugou practically roars at the feeling of your orgasm, fucking you more harshly through it until he briefly pulls out of your spasming hole to manhandle your body around onto your hands and knees. A large palm presses against your back, arching you just right before he's thrusting himself forward. He buries himself to the hilt and this time he doesn't wait to let you adjust, he fucks you with a new goal in mind; to make sure you get pregnant with his seed.

"A strong wolf like you should provide me with strong pups, no?" he asks, it's more of a question to himself but you still find yourself nodding deliriously along with his words. You do want to provide him with strong children, strong enough to conquer the world. "Hah, fuck, you're so fuckin' wet. Like a real bitch in heat." He's babbling, that's your only tell that he's getting closer to his own orgasm. His mind is hazy, vision honed in on the place where the two of you are joined.

His cock has a delicate ring of cream at the base, and your pussy is positively gushing around him. A large hand slaps against your ass cheek, pushing you further into the ground when he adjusts his position. One leg propped up, the other still on his knee whilst he fucks into you at an angle that has you cursing up a storm. Bakugou grins at the filthy words falling from your lips, the Seer was definitely right in saying you were his twin flame.

Bakugou's upper lip twitches in a snarl, his dangerously long canines on show and the peek of his gum makes him feel like he really is part dragon like the stories say. His cock twitches harshly, his orgasm pulled from him when your walls flutter once your second orgasm hits you. He's pressing right against the squishy spot that has your vision blackening, stars dancing behind your closed eyes whilst your throat burns with the moaning scream that's forced from your lungs.

His cum is hot as it fills you, and there's an obscene amount of it. He keeps his body close, fucking you through both his and your own orgasm until finally, he stills. His body drapes itself over your own, sticky with sweat that quickly cools in the chill of the night air. He presses a delicate kiss directly to your spine, watching how you shiver at the action. "Are you hurt?" he asks finally, watching you shake your head before whining when he pulls himself out of your abused pussy.

Bakugou can't help but marvel at the amount of cum that gushes from inside of you, he would've pushed it back inside of you if he wasn't so confident in the fact his seed definitely caught on the first attempt. So instead he pulls you towards him when he settles on his side, you curl into him naturally to absorb his warmth. The beat of the drums is still faint in the distance, along with the croaking calls of a raven.

The sound of approval. The sound that you both had brought an end to a terrible war.

➼ 'kinktober 2022 masterlist'

[cherryberry-sugarandspice]

Could I request some hcs with Atsv Miguel x Milf Reader? Instead of (Dilf) him with Gabriella like the fic on ao3 what about a mommy or spider woman mommy reader with his child?

ugh ima go crazy with this one yall *barking* like miguel enjoys a domestic life

Miguel O'Hara x Milf!Reader Headcanons

Miguel is definitely overprotective of you during your pregnancy. He always calls or texts to check in on you and the baby, attends every ultrasound and asks a CRAZY amount of questions, and if you're about to run out of prenatal vitamins, he goes to the store to buy you two extra bottles.

He attends to every need. If you call him while he's patrolling the city for a hot dog or a cheeseburger with a jar of mayo, you bet your ass he's buying what you're craving.

He adores your round belly. Hands have to be constantly on it. Whether the two of you lay in bed or out in public, his hands are always on your belly.

By your side the entire time during your labor. Massages your aching hips as you go through contractions and supports you as the two of you walk around the hallways. He wipes away your tears and tells you how good you're doing. He holds your hand as you push, smiling once he hears the cries of his newborn baby.

A little girl, because come on, he's a girl dad.

Miguel first makes sure both his girls are good before going to get your burgers, because during your 47 hour labor (yeah it was long) you were only allowed ice chips and you were STARVING. So he got you two burgers and a large fry, because his wife just went through hours of grueling labor and needs to fill that belly up.

Loves your body before the birth and loves it after. Your belly is wrinkly and covered in stretch marks, love handles pudging out and thighs big. He noticed once the two of you got home that you were having a hard time with yourself, and listed off a number of reasons why he adores your body, which actually took thirty minutes and if you hadn't stopped him he would've kept going

Miguel is appreciative of you. Nine months of growing his baby inside of you and going through a long labor, making him a father. He loves you for your time and sacrifice and always make sure you know it. Whether its buying you flowers every two weeks or kissing you all over, telling you how much he loves you

He'll get up in the middle of the night whenever the baby cried or allowed you to sleep in. He does skin to skin contact with the baby, sitting in bed with the baby resting on his chest while checking updates on the multiverse on his watch.

The baby will make noises of distress and he'll smile, turning off his watch and holding his little girl in his hands. "What, mamas? What is it? Are you hungry? Or were you having a bad dream?" He'll rock her a bit before she settles down, and place a kiss on top of her head, breathing in that new born scent. "I'll always keep you safe, mija. You and mama are my world. I promise you, that with me, you will never have to worry."

Once the six weeks of healing are up, the two of you do wait an additional few weeks before having sex. Miguel didn't want to risk hurting you or getting pregnant again, considering you just had a baby. So when the baby was old enough to stay at your parents house for a night, the two of you threw yourselves at each other like wild animals.

Miguel went crazy with his mouth on your cunt, pushing your legs down to your chest, tongue swirling all over your wet folds before slithering into your hole. He focuses on your pleasure first before his own, because after all, you were the one who sacrificed your body. He was just the guy who nutted in you.

Loves wrapping his lips around your aching breasts and drink your milk, rubbing his condom covered cock against your pussy before sliding himself in, you digging your nails into his back as pleasure consumes your body.

"Yeah, that feel good?" he'll groan into your ear, his lips coated in golden nectar. He grinds his hips slowly into you, making sure not to hurt you. Until you begged him to move faster does he fuck into you, his arms on either side of your head, moaning into your ear.

After sex, he'll clean you up, dress the both of you in his t-shirts (his shirt fits on him snug but it's like a night gown on you). Miguel will hug you close, kissing your neck, saying, "You've made my life 100 times better, you know that, right?"

Miguel loves the little family he has and will anything to keep his family safe.

[niyana-the-ambiguous-mobian]

I wanna just dissect/fangirl over this particular scene here, the "deaths" of Sails and Mangey.

I'll clip the video in full, but I'll put the rest of the text underneath:

I like this particular scene in general due to it serving as a sort of wake-up call to the situation at hand for Sonic and how he has to deal with what Nine is doing.

Seeing the two fox boys in trouble at a distance and not being able to get to them in time, with everyone, including Nine, thought that they sacrificed themselves.

Poor guy is on his hands and knees when he said he wasn't fast enough to save them,

And although Renegade Knuckles tries to comfort him and say it wasn't his fault, he that it was his fault, not just with this one instance but the whole reason why they are there to start with. With the breaking of the Paradox Prism and the events that occurred because of it.

And it HURTS, it hurts, knowing that he had a hand in this and couldn't help everyone the way he wanted to, including his relationship with Nine and the conflict that was made because of it.

While they're all arguing about what to do, all he can do is stare at the ground and be lost in his thoughts, wiping away at his eyes and continuing to look towards the crater where Sails and Mangey once were.

He then gets up, shifts his focus over at the top of the tower, and determination now overlooks the sadness and despair he once had,

But then he sees Nine standing at the top, and Nine sees him as well. While the fox is grinning knowing that he finally got his attention,

all Sonic can now feel in that moment is pure anger and near rage, knowing how far Nine is willing to get in order to get him and his prism energy, and it is FUELING that inner anger.

The voices of the others start to fade out and become muffled as he looks up at him with a snarl growing on his muzzle and clenching his fists up tight.

He has tried to do it the easy way with Nine, but now he has forced himself to the edge and chose the hard way, and he understands that now more than ever.

[tenebraevesper]

Sonadow Prime (Episode 17: Grim Tidings, Sonic Prime)

So, the newest Sonic Prime episode was ALL about Shadow being protective over Sonic, even trying to comfort him at one point and telling him how he learned from Sonic how there is always another way. He keeps Sonic on track and doesn't belittle him for Nine's betrayal. To make this even better, they show excellent teamwork during the battle against Nine, and when Shadow realizes that Nine wants to use Sonic, not only does he get really pissed off, but actually throws Sonic out of The Grim so Nine couldn't get him and stays behind to hold Nine's robots off, essentially sacrificing himself for Sonic.

Not only are Sonadow fans being well fed, but Shadow is amazingly written. I'm loving it!

[lokis-dark-queen]

Tropical Tension

Loki/Fem Reader Smut

Summary: You ask Tony if Loki can accompany the team on a celebratory tropical vacation in Aruba. He agrees but then you are told by Natasha that he must share a room with someone. Coincidentally, you and Loki have been harboring some feelings for each other. What will happen on your much needed getaway?

Warnings/Notes: SMUT 18+ Minors DNI. Teasing, pining, a little bit of shy Loki, BODY SHOTS, Oral Sex (F receiving), unprotected sex (don’t do that irl). Loosely proofread, I apologize for any mistakes.

Word Count: 8.6k

Also on AO3

*header from Pinterest*

You skillfully folded your favorite sundresses and swimsuits into your new suitcase, specially purchased for this upcoming trip. The most recent Avengers mission had been an overwhelming success and Tony had suggested an all inclusive group vacation to Aruba to celebrate. It was your first big mission, and the praise from your teammates gave you that satisfying feeling of acceptance. 

A sudden knock at your door pulled you out of your proud mind. Already knowing who was on the other side, you invited him in. 

“Come in, Loki.” You smiled as the god of mischief made his entrance. His long legs floated in your direction immediately. 

“How in the nine realms did you figure out it was me?” He announces sarcastically.

You can’t hold back a giggle, Loki seemed to always find a way to make you laugh. 

When the trip was announced, you immediately asked if Loki could come along. He had been staying at the tower for almost a full year now; it was almost two years since his attempted invasion of New York. After a surprisingly short imprisonment on Asgard, Loki had cut a deal when he helped Thor deal with the dark elves and collect the aether. He seemed to have won his brother’s respect after nearly sacrificing himself for Jane, who was now Thor’s ex girlfriend. Loki showed an example of selflessness, however, so Thor gave him a second chance. 

Loki also had important information on a potential threat who was on the hunt for infinity stones. He never spoke his name, saying he was tortured by the being. But his information helped ready the Earth for this potential threat, as well as clearing him for his crimes in New York. The argument claims that he was not in the right state of mind after torture and influence by the mind stone. A new plea on mind control was given, the same plea that excused Barton for the crimes he committed while under the control of Loki, no, the scepter. 

Loki found himself naturally attracted to your energy. You were quiet, calm, and collected, a certain peace in his life of chaos. When he got to know you, he heard you more, saw more sides of your personality, and he loved it. The two of you remained friends, your friendship was too far along and both of you were scared to ruin it. You both lived in a constant state of want for each other, however, you feared that neither of you would act on it. Loki was shy, surprisingly so. It took him months to warm up to you and once he did, he almost never stopped talking. You loved it though, and the sound of his voice. 

“Have you started packing yet?” You asked him as he hovered around you, constantly keeping an appropriate distance. 

“No need, I have everything I need in my magic compartments. I can summon any outfit at any time.” He brags. 

“And you have clothes for the beach, ready to go?” You raised an eyebrow. 

“I have clothes, my clothes, ready to go.” 

“Loki, it’s going to be hot there, do you even have anything to swim in?” You questioned him. 

“No need, I will not be doing such a thing.” He sticks his nose up at the idea. 

“Don’t be a bummer, everyone else will be.” You pause and lower your voice to make it more seductive, “I will.” 

Loki raises an eyebrow in sudden interest, “Not in this I hope.” He leans over and grabs one of your bikini tops out of your suitcase, ruining your careful organization. He inspects the emerald green bikini top, “If anyone sees you in this I will be gouging their eyes out.” His voice darked with his threat, causing a heat of arousal and embarrassment to run through your body and between your thighs. 

“Loki!” You squealed as you failed to grab the tantalizing top from his determined grasp, “Give it back!” 

“No chance darling.” He pulled his arms higher, his height kept it out of your grasp. 

You secretly loved when Loki teased you like this, you knew it was his way of flirting. You reached up, pushing your flushed body with his in the process. Loki persisted pulling his arm back as you reached past his head in an attempt to reach the bikini top. You were unbearably close to him, his piercing eyes looked down upon your pathetic form. You whimpered in frustration at every failed attempt. Soon you dropped your arm, resting your hand on his shoulder. Loki assumed you had given up, when you were really just trying a different approach.  

“Loki, please.” You looked up at him with innocence in your eyes, “Give it back.” 

The god bit his tongue at the sight, god you were so perfectly submissive for him right now. A rush of blood went straight to his crotch as he lowered his arm, the hand with the bikini rested on his chest and the other wrapped around your waist. 

“Y’know what I did on Asgard when I craved a refreshing dip in the hidden spring?” His voice has a seductive grow lacing it. 

“What?” You ask with caution as he leaned closer to your ear, his warm breath brushed against the side of your face. “I swam naked, the way the Gods intended.” 

Part of you feared where this was going, sirens blared in your head that urged you to stop. But your horniness pushed you to continue. 

“Well mischief, you are more than welcome to do so. However I doubt the team would want to see…” Your eyes darted lower to where his semi-hard erection was now pressing up against your lower stomach, so close to where you craved him, “That.” 

“They should be honored, I am a god. A very well endowed one at that.” His hips pressed even closer to you. 

“Oh, I don’t doubt that.” Your eyes darkened in lust. 

This, unfortunately, was not the first time this had happened. You and Loki would tease each other to the point of unbearable sexual tension and then one of you would abandon the situation, leaving both of you frustrated. 

You had managed to untangle the stringy top from his long, pale fingers as you retrieved it. Not knowing where to go from here, you froze in place. Maybe this time Loki would push it farther, the throbbing in your core was a telltale sign that you were ready for him, that you craved him. 

“Loki.” You whispered his name softly, full of lust. 

“Yes?” He said, voice full of desperation. 

Your hands gripped his biceps, leaning closer to his lips.

You nearly jumped out of your skin when you heard another knock at the door with a female voice yelling your name, “Are you in there?” 

Natasha. 

You loved her to death, but her unintentional cockblocking nearly made you explode in anger. 

Loki’s touch faded, his form disappearing before your very eyes. He most likely knew that your friend would be barging into the room any second and he didn’t want to be caught in the compromising position. 

You sighed in sexual frustration, “Yeah… come in.” You sounded utterly defeated and deprived. The bikini top is still in your hand. 

“Hey! You almost packed?” She asks as she walks in your room, “You’re kind of red, are you okay? You better not be coming down sick before the trip.” 

“I’m fine.” You sighed, sitting on your bed in defeat, cursing yourself when you felt the wet spot on your underwear. 

Natasha looked down at the bikini top in your lap, “That is a very specific color of green, looking to impress someone?” She wiggles her eyebrows suggestively, referring to a certain someone. 

“We’re just friends, Natty.” You stand, finally placing the top in your suitcase. 

“I can not be in the same room with you two without feeling uncomfortable from all of that tension. You two need to fuck.” She stresses that last part, if only she knew that was the exact situation she interrupted. 

“I don’t want to ruin our friendship, he’s so sweet and shy. I don’t want to lose him.” You try to reason. You weren’t lying, Loki was shy around the team. Around you however, he was a different man. 

“He stares at you constantly, you won’t lose him. If anything you will gain something.” She hints. 

You blush again, “Stop it! I wouldn’t even know where to start to encourage that from him.” You say as you throw a few more clothing items in your suitcase and close it with a victorious sigh. 

“Since Loki was an add on, he won’t have his own room, you’ll have to share.” She winks. 

“Are you kidding me? Tony is a billionaire, but he is too cheap to get one extra room for him?” 

“He said room arrangements are final, we each have our own. You asked for Loki to come at the last minute, he has to split with someone.” 

“He can happily share with Thor.” You suggested with a smug attitude. 

“One bed per room, poor Loki wouldn’t have any room sharing a bed with that mammoth.” You both laugh at her nickname for the thunderous god. 

“Loki can share with whoever he wants.” You say turning your back to your friend to zip your suitcase closed. 

“Even me?” She teases to piss you off. 

“No!” You turn quickly, yelling unintentionally. 

Natasha gives an amused laugh, “I’m kidding, you think he would stay with another girl that wasn’t you?” 

“He better not.” You say underneath your breath.

“He trusts you, more than his brother. Maybe I would go as far to say that he loves you.” 

You stiffen up at her words, shaking your head in denial, “I don’t think he loves, Nat.” You sigh. 

“Something tells me that you will be finding out soon.” She winks and goes to leave, “Good luck.” 

You throw a pillow at the door after she closes it, hoping she heard the soft thump on the other side. That flight tomorrow was about to be a nightmare. 

The group gathered around Tony’s private jet first thing the next morning. For once, you didn’t dread an early morning, in fact, you were excited. You needed this vacation and nothing was going to stop you from enjoying yourself. 

Loki sulked near the corner of the hangar, wearing an all black button down with some black jeans. 

You sighed, ‘He’s going to be miserable the whole trip if that is his wardrobe. And I know he is going to complain to me about it.’ You rolled your eyes as you thought to yourself.

You strolled towards the apathetic god, his eyes followed your form as you approached him. The sundresses have begun, and he couldn’t be happier. 

“Please tell me you brought other types of clothes.” You scolded him, already knowing what he would say. 

“Do not stress over me darling, this is a relaxing vacation, is it not?” He assured you. 

“I don’t want to hear you bitch about being sweaty and miserable.” You growl.

Loki stepped closer, your teammates were none the wiser of you two as they gleefully chatted in excitement. He towered over you, trying his best to be intimidating to the girl he constantly whines to like a spoiled child. You met his phony cold gaze in annoyance and hidden anticipation. You remembered that you haven’t even told him the room arrangements yet.

“No promises.” He smirked. 

“Loki I swear, if you fu-” You were about to go off on him for trying to make your ‘relaxing’ vacation less so before being interrupted by Tony. 

“Alright Princesses, let's board.” He leads the way as everyone else follows, you and Loki trail behind. 

Loki stayed right behind you as you walked on the jet, the knuckle of his index finger kept constant contact with the small of your back, hoping to not stray too far from you. The plane was cramped with all the heroes aboard, and he began to feel uncomfortable. Unfortunately for him, it would be a long flight. 

Much to his disappointment, you left his side to go drink champagne with Natasha, Wanda, and Pepper. He quietly tried to reach for you as you went to go sit with them, exactly where he didn’t want you to be. Thor attempted to wave him over so that he would sit with him and Rogers. Loki just rolled his eyes and sat in the far back corner of the plane, alone. 

You began to loosen up after a glass as you talked with the girls. 

“I really needed this, Fury has been on my ass with missions and papers, ugh…” Natasha groaned. 

“Me too,” You huffed, “I had to write that entire mission report, you know, the whole reason we are on this trip in the first place. He didn’t even acknowledge everything that I did to get that in on time.” 

“Well, we do. Thank you, for your hard work.” Pepper raised her glass as a toast to you. 

You all had a moment of silence, taking everything in. The men played card games on the other side of the cabin, being rather loud in the process. 

“Boys… What are we gonna do with them?” Natasha scoffed, sipping from her flute. 

“What about the stowaway?” Wanda points at Loki, sitting in the back of the plane. He read a book with one leg resting over the other. You noticed how his foot bounced, he was anxious. 

“He’s fine.” You sigh, finishing the rest of your second glass, “Just dramatic.” 

You put on a facade for your friends, when in reality, you felt slightly guilty for leaving him alone. He hated being around the large group, and you were all stuck in a confined aircraft gliding over the ocean. You knew he was anxious, you wanted to comfort him. 

“Go give him attention, he looks like those sad puppies in the commercials.” Natasha laughed and the other girls followed. 

“Oh stop it.” You scoffed, slowly standing to leave the giggling group of girls. You could feel their eyes on you as you made your way to him. 

He looked up at you from his seated position, “What? I thought I was just being dramatic.” 

Of course he heard you, “Hey… I’m sorry for abandoning you. I know how much you hate being stuck with these guys. You didn’t have to come, y’know?” You apologized. 

“Nonsense, I would never stop you from being with your friends. I came for you after all. I want you to enjoy yourself.” He states, continuing to read his book. 

You smile and take the seat next to him, “I enjoy myself most when I’m with you.” You did not fail to notice the slight flush on his cheeks. 

Loki didn’t know how to respond, his body tensed as your slightly tipsy head rested on his shoulder. You ignored the giggles and judgmental glances from the other passengers. It was just you and him. Your heavy eyes scanned the pages of the book along with him, taking in the sweet moment of silence among the chaos. 

As the energy winded down everyone leaned their chairs back, turning them into makeshift beds. The plane would be landing early the next morning and you wanted to be well rested so you can enjoy your first day. You remained next to Loki, the divider in between the seats kept you two from touching as you laid next to him. Your eyes met in silence besides the muffled roar of the jet engine and Thor’s snoring. 

“I should have told you earlier but Natasha said that you would have to share a room with someone else.” You whispered to the god next to you.

You swore you saw him smirk in the darkness, “And who should that person be?” 

“Whoever you want, I don’t think that many people would be willing to do so though.” 

“Well, I hope you don’t mind darling, but I think I would go insane if I had to hear Thor’s snoring for the next week.” You both gave out a silent, breathy laugh. 

“You’re always welcome to stay with me, Loki.” You brush your hand up against his. 

“Don’t say that darling, I may never leave.” He quipped. 

“Then don’t.” 

You and Loki fell asleep with your fingers intertwined, your touch helped calm him into a state of slumber. 

–

You awoke from the sun peeking through the shade on the cabin window and the pilot announcing that the plane will be landing soon. Loki was already awake, his chair back to its previous upright position. One hand held his paperback book, the other was still entangled with yours. 

The humid air of Aruba kissed your exposed parts of skin that the sundress failed to cover. Vacation chaos resumed as everyone exited the jet, already arguing about the trip itinerary. You chose to do your own things on this trip, and most of that time would be spent on the most secluded, quiet beach you could find. Loki remained directly behind you once again, his hand resting on the small of your back. He was going to make damn sure he didn’t get separated from you this time. You smirked to yourself as Wanda walked by, hand in hand with Vision.

“Separation issues much?” The witch giggles. 

“Hypocrite.” You growl, glancing back at Loki, “Ignore them.” You tell him. 

“I already do.” He rolled his eyes. 

At the hotel, you nearly had to fight for your life just to receive the room key as everyone crowded around the poor attendant at the front desk. When you finally obtained it you walked to Loki, who was kindly holding your bags. 

“Ready?” You ask. 

Before Loki could make some type of remark, Thor’s booming voice cut through the stiff air, “Brother! I hear we are short a room, would you like to stay with me? It would be just like when we were kids!” 

Loki clenched his jaw in annoyance as you laughed at the older Odinson, “No you oaf! I found other arrangements.” He glares at his brother before looking back at you. 

The blond god’s eyes darted between his brother and you, the woman standing next to him in confusion. You swore you could see the gears turning and the lightbulb appear over his head as he realized the situation. “Oh… Oh!”  He looked at Loki with brotherly pride as he patted him on the shoulder, “It’s about time! Have fun brother! Be mindful of the guests in the other rooms.” You both flush slightly at his words before he walks away to join the group. 

You and Loki break away from the group to find your room. His knuckles turned white as he gripped the handle of your suitcase, the two of you walking in palpable silence. 

Your eyes lit up as you opened the door to the room, the floor to ceiling window gave a generous view of the beach below. 

“Isn’t it beautiful, Loki?” You ask as the god sets your bags down with a dramatic grunt. You knew the weight was practically nothing for him. 

“It’s fine.” He speaks in a monotone voice. 

“What’s wrong?” You turn around and sit on the bed in the middle of the room. 

“Nothing, I’m just- I mean this is new and…” He stutters as you lay down on the king sized bed to stretch out. 

Loki’s heart seemed to skip a few beats as he saw your vulnerable form laid out before him. One strap of your sundress fell down your shoulder and the skirt rode up your luscious thighs. His hands rested on his hips as he sighed in frustration. His hand ran down his face before brushing his tendrils of hair back. 

“Loki,” You called out for him as you sat up, “You need to loosen up. It’s a vacation after all.” 

“How?” He mumbles. 

You stand from the bed and walk towards him, Loki’s body leaned into yours like a magnet as you reached him. Your hands ran up his covered biceps to the neckline of his shirt. Your hands found the top button and undid it. His strong hands rested on your hips in anticipation. Your fingers tangled in his inky curls that rested neatly on his shoulders before moving up to cup his flushed cheeks. 

“However you want.” You say, never breaking eye contact with his piercing blue orbs. 

Loki wasted no time as he pulled you in for a kiss. The room melted away as his lips finally met yours after all this time and teasing. Your arms wrapped around his neck as you stood on the tips of your toes to get closer to his towering form. One of his hands remained on your waist as the other held the back of your head, digits tangling in your hair as he did so. Your head rushed as you got high on his lips, your bodies flush together, as they were meant to be. 

You both took in a deep breath as you pulled away, his pupils were blown with lust and his hair was a mess. This man, this god, he was pure sex. 

“Did that help?” You giggle, intertwining your fingers with his once again. 

“It did.” He smirked, closing his eyes and resting his forehead against yours, taking in the blissful moment.

The kiss resumed after your short, shared moment of silence. You found yourself pinned against the cold hotel wall and the dense body of a god as his hands roamed your figure. He gripped the skirt of your dress, lifting it up and brushing over your ass in the process. His lips were desperate for yours as his skilled tongue entered your mouth, exploring what was his. You held on tight for the ride, unbuttoning the rest of his shirt in the process. You broke the kiss and brushed the dark fabric off his broad shoulders. 

“You’re going to get overheated if you wear clothes like this the whole time.” She reminds him, throwing the shirt on the bed behind them. 

“Then let's stay in our room and wear nothing.” He retorts, lips trailing down your sensitive neck as he speaks. Every warm breath on your skin sent a shiver up your spine. 

“Mmmm…” You groan, “But I wanna go to the beach.” You pout, driving him insane. 

Loki leans down to grab your thighs gently so that he can hoist you up and carry you to the bed. You let out a small moan as your back met the soft mattress beneath. Loki crawled over you and straddled your body. His lips found new territory as he explored your collarbones and upper chest. 

“Fine, a few trips to the beach can be done.” He groans, his lips ghosting the tops of your breasts, barely visible underneath the dress. 

His hands ran up your soft thighs, finding their intended destination underneath your dress. You had a feeling that this would finally be happening after all this time, however, you did not expect it to happen immediately after you entered your room. Who were you to complain? This was what you fantasized about every night after he left you high and dry. No walking away this time. 

Just as his talented fingers curled in the waistband of your thin, cotton panties, a dreaded knock was heard on the other side of the door. Loki didn’t jump away from you as he did many times before. He just raised his face from in between your breasts, he was fuming with anger after being so rudely interrupted from his interpretation of Valhalla. 

“If I have to kill somebody, I swear-” He growled, his hands holding your hips. 

“Wrap up whatever you guys are doing, we have a tour and I paid for everyone. Therefore, everyone is required to attend.” Tony’s arrogant tone rang on the other side. “Not to mention the private beach that I rented out for the party tonight.” 

“We’ll be out soon, Tony.” You spoke up from your position under Loki. He just rolled his eyes and his body off of you. 

You only heard muffled footsteps fade as Tony walked away. You sat up and looked at Loki who was sprawled out next to you on the white linen. His raven hair contrasted his pale features that were slightly flushed with arousal. The prominent tent in his pants almost made you feel sorry for him. 

“We’ll pick it back up later, I promise.” You leaned down to kiss his cheek, his eyes remained trained on the white ceiling. 

“What about this?” He motioned to his throbbing erection underneath the fabric.

“I’m sorry, Loki. Can you just put it off for a bit?” You try to reason with him. 

He groaned as he sat up on the bed, “It’ll be torture. Especially if you keep wearing those dresses.” 

You smirked as you opened your suitcase and grabbed a bikini, the emerald green one to be exact. “And if I wear this underneath it?” You tease. 

“You’ll surely kill me.” 

“Good.” You giggled and practically skipped to the attached bathroom to put it on underneath your sundress. 

–

The whole team was waiting for you and Loki, a flood of embarrassment rushed to your cheeks. Their looks suggested that they had a slight idea on what you two were doing up there, or at least trying to do. 

“This isn’t a honeymoon you guys.” Barton shook his head as he began to follow the tour guide who was showing the team around the resort. 

“Sorry…” You mumbled, fidgeting with the strap of your dress. An action that Loki did not fail to notice. 

You walked with the group, Loki on your left and Natasha on your right. You tried to look ahead and focus on the tour until the redhead nudged your arm. 

“Too busy settling in?” She wiggles her eyebrows suggestively. 

“Stop it.” You spoke between your teeth, making sure no one else heard. 

“Did you get anywhere with it?” She continues pushing. 

“It?” Loki acts offended on your other side, knowing that you were talking about him. 

“I was trying to be discreet.” She rolls her eyes at the god. 

“Either way it is none of your business.” He speaks with venom at your best friend. 

“Hey! Leave it alone you two.” You growl. 

“Apologies, darling.” He rests his hand on your back once again, giving you a sense of comfort. 

“Yea, darling.” Natasha mocked him. 

You eventually just went silent, hoping that they would take the hint that you were done with their bickering. You were not getting involved in confrontation on this vacation. Eventually, they both quieted down and walked next to you in silence. 

The tour came to an end at the private beach that Tony had mentioned earlier. There was a bar, fully stocked and open for drinks. There were speakers for music and tiki torches for atmosphere, it looked like it was out of a movie. 

The party would begin as the sun set, for now, it was time to swim. Everyone removes their loose covering clothes to reveal their swimwear. Everyone was prepared, besides Loki of course. He sat underneath one of the umbrellas on the beach, his sunglasses made it appear like he was reading his book that he brought. In reality, his eyes were on you, in that bikini. If any other men from the team got so much as within a foot from you, they would be sorry. You looked so happy as you splashed in the blue, salty water with your friends. Your smile made his stomach turn in the best way possible. He noticed your eyes looking back at him with concern every few minutes. Every time he gave you a nod of reassurance, as if he was saying, ‘Don’t worry about me, enjoy yourself.’ He was sweating under his clothes, however, he was too stubborn to admit that you were right. 

As the golden sunset began to reflect on the calm waves, the party began. Still wet from the beach, you tied a white, chiffon sarong around your hips. The fabric barely did anything to cover your ocean kissed skin as you ordered your first drink of the night. You didn’t intend on being drunk tonight, you planned on keeping your promise to Loki, who was currently nursing a drink of his own. 

You sauntered over to the secluded table where he sulked, noticing the bead of sweat on his brow as you sat across from him. 

“What did I tell you?” You spoke in an ‘I told you so’ tone. 

“I know, you were right, I was wrong, is that what you wanted to hear?” He leaned back in his chair, unbuttoning another button on the black shirt. The upper half of his torso was now on display for you. His pale skin shone in the rays of the sunset with a small sheen of sweat. You admired him, his godly form that you wanted to learn every inch of. 

You laughed victoriously, “Yes.” You smirked and took another sip of your pina colada. 

The music blasted through the speakers, and after you finished your drink, you found yourself relaxed enough to dance with everyone else, barefoot in the warm sand. After every song, you went over to Loki, asking him to join you, he turned you down every time. He was slightly hurting your feelings right now, eventually you stopped checking up on him. 

After two songs, Loki noticed your lack of attention towards him. When he walked towards the party from his secluded corner he saw you and your friends around the bar, laughing freely, some clearly more intoxicated than others. He noticed that Rogers was a little too close for comfort as you spoke. 

“You lick the margarita salt off of someone, usually on their chest, and then you take the shot. After that the person who you licked the salt off of will have a lime in their mouth. Immediately after you down the shot, you take the lime from their mouth with your mouth, no hands.” You explained body shots to the group around you as Loki approached from behind, placing a hand on your waist. 

“What are you talking about?” His curiosity peaked as he overheard the last part of your explanation. 

“Body shots.” You answered, motioning for the bartender to pour a shot of tequila. He could see your mischievous look, he feared that look, “Wanna try? I’ll teach you.” You smirk with confidence. 

Multiple gasps and ‘Ooohs’ feel from the small crowd surrounding the two of you. Loki’s eyes went wide, did you have no shame?

“And who will be taking the shot?” He asks, you smiled in excitement, happy that he didn’t turn you down immediately. 

“I’ve had my fill for the night.” You state, handing him the full shot glass, “You, however, need to loosen up some more.” 

Everyone leaned in around the bar, expecting a show. And you and Loki were about to perform for them shamelessly. They whispered and snickered as they awaited his answer. 

Loki sighed, trying to hide his excitement, “Fine.” 

Drunken cheers motivated you to sit on the bar, taking the small bowl of margarita salt in your hand. He was not even the slightest bit ready for what was about to happen as you leaned back, your eyes told him to come closer. 

Loki, who was still seen as shy by the rest of the team, approached you cautiously. Your foot hooked around the back of his knee, your eyes were sultry, flashbacks from earlier rushed in his mind. Some of your teammates, including Bruce and Steve, turned away, seemingly uncomfortable at your tantalizing display of suggestive exhibitionism. To be fair, it did look rather pornographic to spectators. 

“First…” You start, Loki’s eyes are only focused on you, “You’ll lick the salt from here.” You explain, sprinkling a trail of salt between your breasts, his breath hitching in his throat as he watches you intently, “After that, you will quickly take the tequila shot and then…” You pick up a lime from behind the bar, your body on display as you lean back, even the bartender was entertained, “You will take the lime from my mouth with yours, understand?” 

Words failed to form for the god, who could only nod with his eyes filled with awe and lust. 

You giggled as you saw Pepper smack Tony upside the head as he tried to explain himself, “Good, whenever you’re ready, mischief.” You shoot him a wink before placing the lime in your mouth and leaning back on the bar, propping your body up with your elbows. 

All eyes were on Loki now, there were many men here tonight who wished they were in his place, yet here he was, your body offered for him like the god he truly is. He leaned forward, one hand on either side of your torso, his right hand held the shot glass that sat on the polished wooden bar. His face found its way between your breasts, just as he was earlier in the day before being so rudely interrupted. The crowd was too shocked now to even attempt to stop the not so subtle erotic display. You gasped as his tongue found the trail of salt between your breasts, right above your bikini top. Your hand briefly held the back of your head as he trailed up your chest to the dreaded end of the salt trail. He sat up straight to properly take the tequila shot, wasting no time to take the lime as the liquid burned his throat. His lips briefly brushed against yours and he sucked on the lime before taking it from your mouth completely, you involuntarily clenched your thighs to relieve the throbbing between your legs. 

Loki stood straight, taking the lime from his mouth and throwing it aside as everyone around you hollered and clapped in drunken amusement. Natasha gave you a proud thumbs up from a few feet away. Loki returned to your side, helping you sit up and lifting you off the bar. He held you close so that he could whisper in your ear. 

“Can we return to our room, please?” He practically begged. 

You smirked and kissed him on the cheek, “I was hoping you’d ask.” 

The crowd wanted more from you two as they chanted for an encore, believe it or not, you and Loki were the most sober people there. You both walked towards the hotel, making sure you grabbed your shoes and sundress that were discarded earlier. You walked hand and hand with Loki back to the hotel, laughing in the moonlight as you walked barefoot with him. 

You swore it was the longest walk of your life as you finally made it to the hotel lobby and the elevator. Immediately after the doors closed, Loki pounced on you as if you were his prey, your hand gripping the bar as he kissed you passionately, fully aware that the elevator could stop prematurely and you two could be exposed at any moment. After your little show on the beach, however, it turned you on even more.

As the door made a ‘ding’ that cut through the humid air of arousal, Loki lifted you bridal style and walked the short distance to your shared room. You wrapped your arms around his neck, swinging your bare feet slightly in giddy anticipation. You recalled Barton’s words from earlier, and for now, you were about to treat this trip as your own little celebration honeymoon. You deserved it after all. 

Using his magic, Loki swung the door to the hotel room wide open, slamming against the wall as it announced your arrival. 

“Loki! Tony will be pissed if you put a hole in the wall!” You playfully scolded the god who currently held you. 

“Darling, for once in your midgardian life, can you please not worry about something?” He joked, but you knew he was serious deep down. 

“Then fuck my worries away, mischief.” 

Loki placed one more chaste kiss on your lips before he dropped you on the bed, causing you to let out a grunt. He circled the mattress before standing at the end of the bed and slowly unbuttoning his shirt, his eyes filled with determined lust. You clenched your legs as you sat up slightly to appreciate his little strip tease. 

“Oh… I plan on it.” He smirked, throwing the shirt aside and crawling towards you on the bed. The only light in the room was from the moonlight that shone through the open window. It reflected off his features and made him appear as if he was glowing before you. He gently grabbed your arm and pulled you up to sit with him. You understood the unspoken words from his cerulean eyes as you reached behind you and untied the bikini. Loki’s eyes never strayed as they studied the new territory of skin that had been exposed. His hands went to your hips to untie your sarong, his eyes moving from your breasts to your eyes in the dark, “May I?” He asks for your permission. 

“Of course.” You sit up on your knees so that the light fabric can be easily removed. The only covering that remained on your body was the dark green bikini bottoms that tie around your hips and slipped graciously between your thighs. 

“You’re so beautiful…” He pulls you onto his lap, lips trailing feathery kisses along your collarbone, “So perfect.” He praises. 

Your fingers tangle in those soft raven locks as you pressed your core against his reawakening erection underneath his trousers. He couldn’t hold back a whimper, a fucking whimper, for you as he felt the wetness through the layers of restricting fabric. He supported your lower back as he laid you down, his hips finding their home between your spread legs. He finally had you, no interruptions, no running away, you were his now. 

His fingers ghosted along your ticklish sides, you arched into his touch and whined out for him in embarrassing desperation. Loki let out a deep, raspy laugh as his mouth descended lower and lower, until his teeth were biting at the strings of your bottoms. The slight taste of ocean salt stung his tongue in the best way possible as he undid the strings with his teeth. The sight was erotic, your heartbeat drummed viciously in your chest as he kept eye contact. Your head was thrown back as he untied the other side in the exact same way. Could he have just slipped them down your legs easily? Yes. However, this was more entertaining, the sight made you so wet that he didn’t need to give you any more foreplay to prepare you for his cock. But Loki was a giver and a pathetic pussy pleaser, you couldn’t stop him from going down on you if you even wanted to. And you did not intend on pausing his mouth’s journey to the apex of your thighs. 

He placed one kiss to your covered mound before slipping the fabric from your wet cunt, he threw it aside, the clothing item lost in the dark until the morning. He licked a wet stripe up your soaked slit to test the waters. He smirked into your pussy as your hips bucked toward him, back arched off the bed. Needless to say, he was more than pleased with your reaction as his silver tongue slipped into your opening.

He skillfully continued his pleasurable oral assault on your cunt, your shaky fingers tangled in his black strands that were bobbing playfully between your thighs. His large hands held up the backs of your thighs so that he could taste you better. His tongue found its way back up to your sensitive clit, teasing it with slow circles before picking up the pace. He would alternate between tight, steady circles and closing his lips around your clit and sucking graciously. 

“Fuck, Loki! You’re s-so good baby.” You spoke praises to the god in between your thighs between desperate moans and clenched teeth. Your words encouraged his fingers to find your soaked entrance as his tongue pressed flat against your clit. 

You gasped as you felt his index and middle fingers breach your wet opening, back arching in need for release. Your pussy fluttered around his digits as they pumped and curled against that spot, the spot that no other lover had come close to reaching before now. Thor’s words about being mindful of the other hotel guests were long forgotten as moans nearly turned into screams. Thankfully, the other guests on your floor were your friends and teammates, and as far as you knew, they were still partying at the beach. 

One of his hands went to hold your hips in place as you were moving too much for his taste. Loki was a god on a mission, a mission to make you cum as hard as you could. And damn him, he was about to succeed. He groaned, eating you out like a man starved and you were his first taste of sustenance in years. He was getting off on this immensely, his filthy late night fantasies were finally coming true. 

“Loki… I can’t i’m- gonna… AH!” You screamed out for him, your hips raising off the sheets as his mouth eagerly followed. You came on his face shortly after your failed attempt at a warning. Loki sucked up every drop that leaked from your sweet pussy, not wasting a single drop of your nectar. 

Your thighs shook on either side of his head as he continued, pushing you to unbearable overstimulation. You pushed back on his forehead and tried to breathe. 

“Stop. Sensitive.” Was all you could stay, thankfully he took the sign and stopped. If it was up to him, he would spend the rest of the vacation between your legs. 

He graced your shaking body with gentle, loving kisses, pulling you back to reality. Your hands searched for his body, your eyes blurry from all the pleasurable tears that you had just shed. He reached out for you, one hand held his form above yours as the other held your hand, leaving chaste kisses on your knuckles before you went to caress his face, appreciating every dark and beautiful feature of the god. 

“Love, are you okay?” He asks in concern, words failed to leave your lips properly since your orgasm. 

“That was… I don’t even have words I-” He cut off your stuttering with a kiss, your taste prominent on his lips. 

“Do you wish to stop?” He asks, assuming you were too out of it for anything else. 

Your lazy eyes snapped open as your hands went to rest on his belt, “No, please, I want all of you.” You begged, fingers beginning to fidget with the metal buckle. 

“Then you will have me.” He responds. 

Just as you were about to start working on his pants, they magically disappeared before your very eyes, thanks to Loki’s magic of course. 

Needless to say, he was huge. You had felt his cock before, pressed up against your ass or lower abdomen in compromising positions that he had put you in on multiple occasions. Then, you were separated by layers of clothes. Now, you both were completely bare for each other, in your most vulnerable state. The heat of arousal seeped off your body, he could feel it from the very small space between you two. 

Your hand curiously brushed against the head of his dick, the slit leaking precum that slightly lubricated the rest of his shaft. 

“You’re huge.” You mindlessly breathe out in admiration. 

Loki lets out his iconic breathy giggle at your words, “Are you sure you want me love? The destructful god of mischief?” 

“The only thing you ever destroyed was my heart when you kept turning away from me after all of your sexual teasing.” You tell him, lifting your legs around his waist to pull his hips closer to yours. 

“I’m sorry darling, I never meant to. I was just…” He paused, looking away from your eyes for a split second before your hands gently cupped his face, pulling him back to you. 

“What is it?” You ask. 

“I was too scared to lose you.” He admits, blue eyes flooding with tears.

“I’m not going anywhere, I’m here with you. Forever and always.” He leans to touch your forehead with his in a moment of pure romance. 

He pulls back slightly, opening his mouth as if he wanted to say something important. His lips close and press together, he flicks his dark locks over his pale shoulder before fully settling between your thighs. His hand held the base of his cock as he ran it up and down your wet pussy teasing and asking permission at the same time. 

“May I have you this evening, love?” He asks for your consent once more. 

“This evening and every evening that lay before us.” You answer. 

Loki chuckles in amusement, “Good answer.” 

A synchronized gasp left both of your lips simultaneously as the tip of his cock slipped into your entrance. He held you tight, as if you were about to flutter away underneath him. Your fingernails scratched down his shoulder blades, little did you know, Loki had a thing for pain. 

He didn’t hold back as his hips found a steady rhythm so that he could properly pump his cock inside you repeatedly. Your hands were all over him, feeling every scar, muscle, and hair that decorated his body. One hand of his held onto the soft flesh of your right thighs as the other played with your breasts that were bouncing in time with every thrust. 

“Loki- Faster!” You demanded underneath him, spreading your legs wider to give him more room. 

“Does my precious girl like it when- fuck… when I fuck her like a slut?” He had to pause for a second as he sped up the pace of his thrusts. He perfectly practiced self control to keep himself from spilling inside of you too early as your cunt clenched around him. 

“YES! Oh Loki… fuck me like the slut that I am.” Your eyes opened to meet his blue-green ones that were darkened with lust and arousal. 

“You’re my slut, no other will ever touch you. You. Are. Mine.” He accentuates every word with a deep thrust, driving his cock deep inside your core. 

He had dreamed of this, touched himself to the thought of claiming you. He mentally cursed himself for taking so damn long to do so. You were such a willing lover for him, for a god. With every thrust, every kiss, and every dirty word that he growled in your ear you knew that he fucked like a god, the true god that he is. 

His fingers found their way back between your legs as they rubbed against your clit with the determination to make you cum around him. Your pussy leaked your mixed arousal onto the hotel sheets below, a thin sheen of sweat covered both of your bodies, causing both of you to shine in the moonlight. This night was perfect, just you and the man that you had longed for all this time. 

“I’m close, come with me, cum all over my cock.” He breathes out as his thrusts become sloppy and uneven. 

Your whole body tensed and your legs wrapped tightly around his hips as his long thrusts turned into more of a grinding motion. The feeling of his pubic mound grinding against your clit along with his fingers precisely circling it pushed you over the edge. 

“LOKI!” You screamed out his name in orgasmic bliss as your pussy clenched around his cock, causing him to fall over the edge with you. Ropes of his hot cum coated your walls, a sloppy kiss was shared in the moment. The room seemed to melt away as you held each other, coming down from both of your powerful orgasms. He laid on top of you, careful to not put his full weight on you as his face buried itself in your neck, taking in your natural scent. 

In his state of bliss he murmured something into your skin, so quiet you could barely hear. But you knew what he said, you had imagined those words falling like spring rain from his lips many times. You knew them all too well. 

“I love you.” 

He immediately regrets it as he sits up, intending to move away from you as he pulls his softening cock out of your warm, welcoming tunnel. You crawl onto him as he laid on the bed, your silence scared him, although you clearly weren't revolted as you rested your head on his chest, admiring the glistening ocean outside the window before looking back up at him.

“I love you Loki, so much. More than you could even imagine.” You confess, showing that you reciprocate his feelings. 

He chuckles with love at your answer, even he couldn’t hide the love drunk smile that adorned his face, “Is that so?” He asks, playfully. 

“It is, it always has been.” You tell him, propping your tired body up enough to place another soft kiss on his lips before you fall asleep with him. Wrapped up in white, cotton sheets and pure love for one another. 

–

As you sat in the hotel lobby with Loki the next morning, innocently enjoying your complimentary breakfast, you noticed a few strange stares from your fellow teammates, while others refused to look at you all together. 

“Why are they staring at us like that?” You quietly ask the god across the small round table from you. 

“Well darling, it may be the fact that you sat your pretty little ass up on the bar last night and asked me to lick salt from between your breasts in a whorish display of alcoholism.” He answered nonchalantly. 

Your cheeks slightly blushed pink at his words, perhaps you did take things a bit too far due to your need for Loki. Before you could answer a feminine hand took a blueberry off of your plate. 

“That…” Natasha started next to you, eating the blueberry before continuing, “And the fact that you two were fucking so loud last night that Tony received a formal complaint from the front desk.”

You glanced cautiously at Tony across the room. The billionaire met your eyes with a threatening gaze. 

“Sorry.” You mumble, sure that you would die from embarrassment. 

The redheaded spy laughs, “Well, you both certainly needed to get that out of your system. However, Tony said that if it happens again, Loki will have to move in with Thor for the rest of the trip.” She points over her shoulder to the blond god, who waved in return and gave his brother a proud thumbs up. 

“We’ll be more considerate next time, agent. Thank you.” Loki replies in your place with a hand over his heart in fake innocence. 

With your face buried in your hands, you hid your face at the table. “Who was even around last night?” You ask, barely audible as you raised your head. 

“Some of us go to bed early, y'know.” Steve replies as he walks by with a coffee cup in his hand.

“I expect no less of Rogers.” Loki rolled his eyes before landing on yours as he pulled your hands down from your flushed face, “Now, how about that trip to the beach?” He suggests. 

“Will sex be involved?” You ask, raising an eyebrow in curiosity. 

“Most likely.” He smirks.

[blushweddinggowns]

“I know I have something clean in here!”

Eddie watched him, half amused and half exhausted. He leaned his head back against Steve’s bed, crossing his legs on the floor. He was dripping wet and freezing, impatiently waiting for Steve as he dug through his closet. He didn't know what he expected to find when ninety-nine percent of his clothes were on the floor of Eddie's room.

See, shit like this is why they always hang out at Eddie and Wayne's new place, instead of this certifiable mansion. Besides the fact that Steve liked to be as far from his house as possible, it took away some options for them to do dumb, impulsive shit. Like dragging each other into his pool, fully clothed at 2 am. 

In November. 

If it wasn't for the stupid fumigation at his apartment, they would be dry and asleep by now, or at least dry and giggling throughout the night. He also wouldn't be trying to think of an excuse to sleep in Steve’s bed, with all of these stupid guest rooms. It was so easy at his place, with its uncomfortable couch and shitty heater. It took almost nothing to convince Steve to sleep with him every night.

He sighed, shamelessly staring at Steve from behind and thanking the powers that be he decided to wear white tonight. He could make out all of the muscles in his back through the transparent fabric, cold water still dripping from his hair. He was too beautiful for his own good, or Eddie was just obsessed. 

Probably both. 

Maybe Eddie should use this as an opportunity to get used to being without him. This little game he was playing could only last so long after all.

He knew he was monopolizing Steve's time, like an ass, and he’d been doing it for months. Ever since he was out of the hospital, the two had been inseparable. No one even called Steve's house anymore, half the time when Eddie answered the phone it was Robin or one of the kids asking for Steve. 

There's yet to be a time when he wasn't there. 

Hell, even before that. The little saint had been there for every step of his recovery, bringing him books, music, and his own adorable self. His little crush on Steve had grown into a full-blown infatuation. He was all he could think about anymore. 

Steve was just so…him. Self-sacrificing, hilarious, disturbingly attractive, Eddie had been doomed from the start. Eddie became the one who picked Steve up from work and dropped him off, deciding that he deserved to be chauffeured around for a change. 

Steve became the one waiting for him at home from his dealings, cooking food for him and his uncle, always reassuring him that he wasn't a bad person and it was temporary, just until he had enough cash to leave this hellhole. He wasn't sure how he was ever going to leave without Steve, but he'd cross that bridge when he came to it. Or he would just stay in a town that loathed him until Steve moved on with his life. 

Whatever came first. 

They just fell into each other, like they had been best friends all along. And maybe he was tricking himself, just building up a mountain of false hope, but from his view, Steve loved their time together just as much as Eddie did.

Steve had been the one to press himself against Eddie's chest on that first night, sleepily putting Eddie’s arm around him with a soft, "I'm cold."

Steve was the one who would spend hours laughing with Wayne on the couch, giggling at elementary school photos of Eddie and swapping stories, never shutting up about how cute he used to be. 

Steve was the one who wiped his tears away if he had night terrors, reliving almost dying over and over again in his dreams.

And Eddie couldn't help but push. 

It felt like he had to touch him all the time or he'd combust. Steve was touch-starved to hell and back, and Eddie took full advantage. An arm around his shoulders when they walked, a hand on his thigh when they drove, pinkies linked when they went to sleep. Steve leaned into it all, he never tried to push Eddie away, he'd only ever pull him closer. 

He rationalized it. If Steve ever told him no or to back off he would immediately but…he just hasn't. 

Besides, Eddie almost fucking died to save the world, he could indulge in some self-destructive behavior a little bit here and there, even if it would lead to the worst heartbreak of his life. 

Eddie shifted, trying to get comfortable but there was something digging in his back. He reached behind, pulling at whatever was poking him under the mattress. It was some wadded-up denim, shoved right under the edge of Steve's bed. A question was already on his lips as he unwrapped it, dying when he realized what it was. 

It was the vest from the Upside Down. Steve had told him it was unsalvageable months ago and Eddie had believed him, even if it made him a little sad. He had loved that thing.

But here it was, washed and only partially stained with the remnants of Steve’s blood and the general muck of the Upside Down.  Why did he still have this? Why did he lie?

Steve turned as Eddie stared at it, a yellow sweatshirt in hand and a pleased smile on his face. Eddie doesn't think he's ever seen Steve’s smile drop so quickly. He was kneeling in front of him in an instant, snatching the vest from Eddie’s hands with trembling fingers. He clutched it against his chest, looking absolutely mortified. 

“I can explain.” 

“You kept it?”

“I-I’m not a creep, really! It just helped me sleep when you were in the hospital and it became this stupid habit and I should have told you- ” 

Steve’s face was on fire and he was talking a mile a minute, his voice shaking. Eddie just looked at him, stupified as Steve desperately tried to explain why he was cuddling with a ratty piece of Eddie’s clothing.

“I was gonna give it back," Steve held it tighter against him, like the thought of parting with it physically hurt, "I swear! but you just wouldn't wake up at first and I needed something-" 

Eddie’s eyes traveled down, landing on his lips, his self-control evaporating with every stuttered word out of Steve’s mouth. 

“A-and I shouldn't have lied, I can give it back, really, I didn-” 

“Steve, I’m going to kiss you now.”

“I-what?"

Eddie didn’t wait, couldn't wait, and Steve was so close, looking irresistibly embarrassed. Eddie grabbed behind his neck and pulled him down to his level, pressing their lips together before he could question himself. 

Steve was kissing him back before he could even think to regret it. He melted against him, letting the vest drop down in between them. Steve sighed against his lips, resting his hands on Eddie's shoulders to steady himself. Eddie pulled away first, half to double check that this was okay and half to try to will his erection away so Steve could sit in his lap.

Steve looked down at him with dazed eyes, his lips wet with Eddie’s spit. He watched with rapt attention when Steve licked at it, closing his eyes with a pleased hum, like he just loved the taste.

God, he was going to give him a heart attack. 

They grinned at each other like idiots, Steve finally breaking the comfortable silence with a shy smile, "Does this mean I get to keep it?"

[blackautmedia]

At the end of Sonic Prime when Sonic makes his demands before sacrificing himself, he's much louder and more forceful toward everyone in making his demand that nobody hurt Nine.

But when he makes the same demand toward Nine, his voice is so much gentler in asking Nine not to cause trouble.

He only does this during this moment. He's not yelling so everyone can hear him--he speaks to the same group several times in a much more neutral voice before this moment.

He made the conscious choice to put that bass in his voice making his demand that Nine stays safe.

Sonic threatened Shadow over him not treating Nine as an equal with a stake in their conflict too at the start of season 2.

When he returns to New Yoke mid S2, Sonic verbalizes rescuing Nine as his first priority and always mentions getting the shards second to Nine's safety.

Sonic listened to Nine's plan to defeat Chaos Sonic and put his complete trust in him even after being lured into a trap. There's only one point where he hesitates to go through with Nine's idea--not because he didn't trust him but because he questions the idea of luring Chaos Sonic to Nine's position was worried about it putting him in danger.

The first thought that jumps to his mind when Nine comes up in nearly every scene is always "are you safe!?" to the point where Nine has to force him to focus on the task at hand.

A lot of Nine's struggle in season 3 is intentionally trying to flatten the situation. He's hurt and it's less painful to assume that Sonic never cared or that he's acting out of personal guilt than to accept that Sonic genuinely and unconditionally loves and trusts him but still unintentionally hurt him.

It's less painful to project the image that he's a power hungry tyrant than to show the numerous moments of hesitation and grief, to admit that he's vulnerable and was hurt by someone he cared about.

It's less painful to yell at Sonic to stop talking because he keeps tearing down every mask Nine puts up. It's less painful because for some reason no matter what Nine throws at him, he keeps his loving arms extended for him.

Sonic was hurtful because of his own grief and projecting his brother onto Nine did cause a lot of hurt, but there's no denying that the two share a genuine bond and both of them grow close and care about each other--not as "replacement Tails" but as Nine.

Sonic doesn't just become invested in restoring his home but also is focused on giving Nine a safe place to live--he wanted to give Nine a whole group of brothers and sisters that'd give him as much love as he did.

The many little ways they convey Sonic's unconditional love and patience for Nine means so much.

Brothers, your honor. Brothers.

In my mind, they found a way to get Nine to Green Hill. Nine gets a safe home and a family of brothers and sisters that'll love him just as much, especially getting a genius inventor brother, and Sonic gets his social work degree--it's all win win.

[loveinstreams]

nine literally sacrificing himself for rose and being reborn out of love for her. I need to lay down

[pygmalimoon]

If without you

-From Douxie/Claire comic collection Is he in your plan?

“The dawn has come.

Did you see it, teach?”

((Another comic from my fanbook collection for Douxaire—in progress, non-canon again and was based on an alternate-universe/new timeline, scripts written by me so all views are mine. For this one I think it can also be viewed as their friendship/siblingship.

Pls read the warning, thinking twice before reading, other than that, please enjoy!

Habits torment the heart and are difficult to change, and love is no exception.

You found the love where it wasn’t supposed to be, and you just started it until you lost it.

習慣是種可怕的東西。

artist: @\chaimu

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Notes:

I’ve been thinking about this AU for a long time since I noticed their connection was kinda cut off, or It's been intentionally avoided in the movie, I can say, for some xxx reason. Their relationship is unique and stable enough, so it doesn’t matter. I keep thinking that Douxie was finally sacrificing himself as he wished, which became the opportunity for Claire to discover her true feelings unexpectedly. All based on the new timeline so anything will happen. (Plz ignore the stranger passerby that appears in the pic, I’m just trying to avoid the other main characters but just focus on the wizard babies, I’ve no idea who are those ppl either XD

Just like the ending I written in one of the fiction:

She had become adept at pursuing the unpredictable currents before her, yet, to her surprise, she overlooked the corners of her own realm. In an unguarded moment, another person had settled in, rendering it irremovable and impervious to eviction.

- From Nine Hundred Years of Lute

By moon

⚠️Attention: Any use other than reading is prohibited, commercial/printing is not allowed.🚫❌

[fairdale]

i don’t care what people say, i LOVE rhysand. he gave everything to protect his family and his court. he sacrificed himself to keep them safe. he kept feyre from totally breaking under the mountain, gifted her music as an anchor there. he only wanted to keep her safe.

he may have made mistakes, but i think he always tries to do his best for the people he cares about. he should have acted different in some occasions, yes, but this is the same man who made sure there was a library where the priestesses who had been abused felt safe (mind you, the same one he used to go to after going back to velaris), the same man who used his last bit of power to make sure his family knew what was going to happen. he did it all for them, for this people, his family, his mate.

i also feel like some people like to forget what a hard life he has had, with everything that happened to his family and the, mind you, forty nine years under the mountain.

he made sure at least a bit of kindness and life remained with velaris and i can’t tell how much pain i felt when he talked about starfall and when he explained everything to feyre.

god, he even tried to help tamlin before, tried to be there for him. there’s goodness in his heart and people who refuse to see it and paint him as an evil male are blind.

oh, and i want to say that i felt so so angry when people kept calling him amarantha’s whore. i was so angry. and there hasn’t been apologies for it. ugh, it’s just so unfair.

and i know this doesn’t really have a coherent pace, but, at last, i need to say that i adore how much he loves his brothers, cassian and azriel, and mor and amrem. and feyre.

he’s just so SO in love with feyre, he would give everything for her. he made her his high lady, he didn’t give two fucks about that tradition. he helped her learn how to read, how to fight, how to control her powers. i think that’s one of the things i love most about him: he never, ever, tried to cut her wings. he never tried to undermine her.

i know he’s gonna be a wonderful dad to nyx and i’m so happy for them both. i wish we see how this little family loves and learns and blossoms.

i love him so so much.