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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

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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.

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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.

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Kinktober Week 2: Formal Wear

header: @jen-with-a-pen

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x f!reader (any race)

Word Count: 2k

Prompt: Formal Wear

Warnings: bucky is your ex bf, unwanted touching (by someone else, not bucky), sexual tension, oral (m receiving), smut (p in v), praise, pet names [dove, pretty girl, baby], light spanking, swearing, possessiveness

a/n: y'all...... you're not even ready for this

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You slide your hands down the smooth satin of your dress, relishing the way it glides against your skin. Tonight’s party is one you’ve been looking forward to for some time now, and you can’t wait to see the look on his face when you walk through those doors.

You’re dressed for revenge, and you don’t care how petty it is.

After a quick ride to the venue, you pause just outside the doors to the ballroom. You take a deep breath, rolling your shoulders, before pushing the doors open. Your heels click on the marble floor, and you flash a smile at the familiar faces that greet you.

This isn’t your first Avengers gala, and it certainly won’t be your last, but tonight is different. Tonight isn’t about greasing palms and fake smiles. No, tonight is about one thing and one thing only.

Making sure Bucky Barnes knows just what he’s missing out on.

He broke up with you a week and a half ago. You spent the first week feeling like your heart had been ripped out and stomped on, unsure if you’d ever recover. The past few days, though, have been spent getting ready for this moment right here.

You find your way to the bar and order a vodka soda, letting your eyes wander around the room. You can tell the moment he spots you. His gaze licks down your back like fire, making you shiver.

As you sip your drink, you feel someone approach, but you can tell it’s not Bucky. “You look gorgeous tonight,” a man tells you. At first glance, you don’t recognize him, but a moment later, you place him as an investor you’ve sweet-talked a few times before. His hand slides along your lower back, and you’re quickly reminded of how handsy he tends to be.

“Thanks,” you reply, cringing inwardly.

“Wanna dance?” He doesn’t give you a chance to answer, tugging you away from the bar and to the center of the front of the room where people are dancing. The bass thumps in your chest as you dance with Mr. Handsy, ignoring the way your skin crawls at his touch.

A flash of metal catches your attention, and suddenly, he’s right there. Bucky Barnes, in all his tuxedo-d glory, stands just four feet next to you. He’s not dancing, not even swaying with the music. He’s just standing there, staring at you.

Your body hums under his heated gaze. You watch his eyes drag over your figure and suppress a smirk. His eyes darken, and his tongue darts out, wetting his lower lip.

Mr. Handsy presses himself against your back and slides his hands along your hips. Bucky’s eyes flash to the man touching you, and you see him clench his metal fist. He looks so fucking good right now, bathed in the low light. Bucky’s tux is perfectly fitted to his mountain-like, sculpted body.

You can’t help the desire that pools in your lower belly. Despite the way your brain is screaming, your pussy can’t seem to hear it. Even though he broke your heart, you remember how amazing he made you feel.

Mr. Handsy’s fingers brush your ribs, and you’re rudely snapped awake from your memories. You turn around in his grip and push against his chest, trying to put space between you and his unwanted touches, but his fingers tighten around your ribcage.

You open your mouth to tell him off, but you’re abruptly pulled backward and into a familiar, muscular chest. His cologne invades your senses, woodsy and masculine. Mr. Handsy frowns but ultimately decides that you’re not worth fighting the Winter Soldier over.

“You wear this dress for me?” Bucky’s low voice growls in your ear. You stand up straighter as his hands slide across your hips to your lower belly, pressing your ass against him.

“No.” You silently curse the way your voice wavers, and you don’t have to be looking at him to know that Bucky is smirking.

“Don’t lie, dove. You know you’re shit at it.” You bristle at the pet name, the one that has always made you swoon.

“‘M not lying.” Bucky’s metal fingers drift up your body, tracing between your breasts to circle your neck. He doesn’t squeeze, he wraps his fingers enough to remind you how much you liked it when he held you this way.

“Little dove, you’re just asking for me to fuck the truth out of you.” You press your thighs together and shudder, wetness pooling in your panties. This isn’t how it was supposed to go. You were supposed to flaunt how well you’re doing in Bucky’s stupid, perfect face, get drunk, then go home feeling great.

He isn’t supposed to be talking about fucking you, and you aren’t supposed to be grinding your ass against him.

You shake your head, unable to come up with the words to tell him to fuck off.

“You know what I think? I think you got all dolled up just for me. You wanted to show me how big and bad you are, but all you’ve done is show me how much you miss me. That right, dove?” Your body betrays you, but the more time you spend in his arms, the less you seem to care.

Bucky gives the column of your throat a light squeeze, and your lips part on a gasp. “I bet you’re fucking soaked right now. If I slipped my hand into your panties right now, they’d be wet.” The slit of your dress goes high up your thigh, so high that he could do just that if he wants. Part of you silently begs for him to find out, for his fingers to drag over your clit.

Without another word, Bucky slides his hand to cup the back of your neck in a possessive grip and guides you off the dance floor and toward the doors. You’re in a trance, hypnotized by his words and intoxicating presence.

Bucky walks you to the elevator bank, jabbing the number for the top floor, then turns to you. He towers over you, blue eyes blazing, and your breath catches in your throat. A bell dings, and he walks you backward into the open doors of the elevator. Your back hits the wall, and he leans over you, hands landing on either side of your head.

“You look good enough to fucking eat, dove,” he rasps. “You really gonna tell me you don’t want this?” Bucky slides one of his muscular thighs between your legs, pressing it where you need him most. “Gonna sit there and pretend you don’t want me?”

As much as you want to push him away, shout at him, tell him that he’s full of it, you know it’s a lie. You want him so badly you’re buzzing with it. You need him more than air.

When the elevator reaches the top floor, Bucky’s fingers circle your wrist, and he tugs you to his room, shutting the door behind you. The moment the latch clicks, you know you’re a goner.

He approaches you slowly, and you try to keep the space between the two of you, walking backward until your legs hit the bed. You wobble on your heels and can’t catch yourself before your ass hits the mattress.

Bucky stands over you, stealing your breath, as he slowly removes his tux jacket. He smirks, the look full of heat and hunger. His hands cup your jaw, thumbs brushing over your cheekbones. You gaze up at him, unable to keep your eyes off his face.

“So beautiful, dove,” he tells you. Without thinking, you slide off the mattress, knees landing against the plush carpet on the floor, so you’re kneeling in front of Bucky. He raises an eyebrow as your fingers fumble with his belt. You manage to tug it free, popping the button on his slacks before pulling the zipper down.

You pull his cock out, not bothering to get rid of his pants, and you salivate. Before Bucky, giving oral was a chore, but with him, it brought you so much pleasure. That hasn’t changed, it seems. You drag your tongue over his tip before taking him into your mouth. Bucky’s fingers slide along your scalp, gripping your hair. You bob your head, taking him as deeply as you can, gagging when he hits the back of your throat.

“Shit,” Bucky groans. “Missed your fucking mouth, dove.” Your clit pulses at his words, and you squeeze your thighs together in an attempt to alleviate the pressure. Your tongue teases the vein on the underside of his cock, and you hum when he moans.

You know Bucky’s body like the back of your hand, and when his hips jolt, thrusting his cock further into your mouth, you pull away. You can’t help but smirk at the disheveled look on his face. He was getting close, and you just ruined that for him.

“Wipe the smirk off your face, little dove. You’re gonna regret that.” Bucky hoists you up onto the bed, and you land face down, bouncing with the impact. His hands slide along your legs, pushing your skirt up to expose your panties. You shout when his fingers wrap around your ankles, tugging you backward until your feet hit the ground. With the height of your heels, your ass sticks out and up in this position.

Bucky’s fingers trace along the outline of your panties, sending chills down your spine. He tugs the waistband, drags the garment down your legs, and helps you step out of it. Your mind spins as the cool air caresses your heated pussy.

“You’re such a liar, dove. You’re soaked, and it’s all for me, isn’t it?” You clench the comforter tightly, trying not to squirm under his gaze. A light smack to your ass makes you yelp. “Answer the question, dove.”

“Y-yes,” you whimper. “It’s all for you.” Bucky chuckles and grips your hips until you feel his cock drag through the wetness between your thighs.

“Your pussy knows who it belongs to, isn’t that right, dove?” You shake your head, hiding your face in the blankets, but that earns you another slap. “Don’t fucking lie to me, pretty girl. You and I both know how much your pussy fucking loves me.”

The tip of his cock presses against your entrance, and you stifle a moan. Bucky is big, the biggest you’ve ever had, and in just the week and a half you’ve been broken up, you’ve craved this more than you care to admit.

“You can tell yourself whatever you want, baby, but your perfect cunt is telling me all I need to know.” He slides into you, stretching your pussy around his cock, and you moan loudly. He doesn’t give you a moment to breathe or adjust. He just sets a brutal, deep pace and fucks you like he owns you.

Bucky fucks you into the mattress, your back arching to take him deeper. You’re putty in his hands, unable to resist the pleasure he pours into your body.

“That’s right, dove,” he whispers huskily. “Take my fucking cock like a good girl.” Your pussy clenches when he calls you ‘good girl’, and you know he did it on purpose. He knows how much you love that.

“You missed being my good girl, huh, dove?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” you moan, not caring how pathetic you sound. Bucky leans down, clasping the back of your neck with his metal fingers, and pushes you further into the mattress. Your orgasm comes barreling toward you, and though your mind screams at the betrayal, you fall over the edge.

“Shit, yes, dove. Come all over my cock. You’re squeezing the shit out of me, baby.” You shake with the aftershocks of your orgasm, and you can tell Bucky’s getting close. His hips stutter, rhythm faltering as he fucks you harder and harder.

“Fuck, dove, gonna fill you up.” Bucky comes on a loud moan, squeezing the back of your neck tightly before pulling out. You feel his fingers drag along your inner thigh before pushing into your pussy, forcing his cum deeper inside of you.

Your breaths are shallow as you come to terms with what just happened. As much as you wish you regretted it, you don’t. And as much as you hope this will be the last time this happens, you know it’s just the first. Bucky is your drug; you’re addicted. It’s going to take a long time before you’re able to quit him.

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The closet of desire

PAIRING | Civilian!Ari Levinson x Avenger!Female!Reader

WORD COUNT | 3.3K

SUMMARY | Ari and you are at the afterparty of Tony's famous Halloween Party, and you're being roped into a very alcoholic game of truth or dare. You accept the dare of ''7 Minutes In Heaven,'' but the closet you step into becomes a gateway to a place where you never thought you would find yourself.

WARNING(S) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. Swearing, age gap (Ari is in his mid-40s, Reader is in her early to mid-30s), use of pet names (Bubbles, Kitten), smut { public sex (in a sex club), voyeurism kink, exhibitionism kink, daddy kink, multiple orgasms, finger sucking, fingering, oral (m receiving), face fucking, threesome, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), spit roasting, squirting, cockwarming, implied aftercare }.

A/N | This one shot is written for Jamie's Halloween Challenge 2023, hosted by @jtargaryen18. I had an absolute blast writing this one, and I hope you will all enjoy it as much as I did when writing 🖤

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Tony has invited you and your fiancé Ari to his annual Halloween party with a costume competition. You may not have won first prize, but coming in second dressed as Morticia and Gomez Addams still felt pretty damn good.

Ari looks stunning in a black pinstripe suit tailored to the gods, his hair dyed black and slicked back, and a black mustache found its home on his face. You're wearing a tight black dress, a long black wig, and the signature Morticia make-up look to finish it all off.

The party was wild already, but you always joined for the afterparty, which was even better. Fewer people are in attendance, making it much more intimate, which you like.

You and Ari are seated on a loveseat, cuddled into his side, his arm around your shoulders protectively. The other Avengers and their significant others are spread out over the rest of the couches and seats, with Tony standing as he proposes a game.

''What do we say to a few rounds of Truth or Dare... but with a twist?!'' he says with a devilish grin, and that alone was enough to send shivers down your spine.

Everyone agreed, but he explained it wouldn't be a typical game but a drinking game. Obviously.

''One of you chooses either a truth or a dare, but if you decide not to want to answer, you must take two shots. If you do answer the truth or perform the dare, the rest of us must take one shot,'' he says, and you can already feel your hangover coming on, but that would be a problem for future you.

Tony immediately turns to you and Ari, seeing you're the newest couple in the room. Tonight is the first time they've met Ari, after all.

''Let's start with you two lovebirds!'' Tony exclaims, and you can already feel your stomach drop, closing your eyes in the hope that Tony changes his mind, but he doesn't.

''Are you okay, Bubbles?'' Ari asks as he looks at you, worry visible on his face as he goes to sit up a little more, allowing you to get a little more comfortable.

''Yeah, don't worry. It's not my first rodeo,'' you say, and you give Ari a soft but passionate kiss on his lips, which is met by a lot of cheering from other Avengers.

When you pull away, your lips are slightly puffy from the kiss, and Ari has a very content smile when he sees it.

''Right, back to me now,'' Tony says, grabbing everyone's attention.

''Truth or dare?'' he asks, and you choose dare, knowing he probably won't go too crazy now that it's still relatively early if you don't count the drinks he's already had so far.

''Dare,'' you sigh and smile, hopefully making it look like you're enjoying yourself to the rest of them.

''I dare you two-'' he says, pointing towards you and Ari, ''-to 7 minutes in heaven in the closet,'' Tony tells you.

''What are we? Fucking teenagers? You have to be kidding me, Tony,'' you raise your voice, but Ari stops you as you get up and walk away.

''Bubbles, it's only 7 minutes, and it's not like we've never had a make-out session before,'' he says, which has your heart beating faster at the thought, and a smile tugs on the corners of your mouth.

''Okay, I'll do it,'' you say, pulling Ari up from the couch, and he gets up gracefully before walking after you and towards the closet. It's a short walk since it's in the same room, and when you open the doors, you step in, but Ari has to lean his head down not to hit his head.

It's a squeeze, and when you try to make a little room for Ari, you hit a panel behind you with your elbow, which opens the back of the closet like two doors swinging open.

Both of you turn your heads to the opening and the sight before you take your breath away for a few seconds.

''Is that-''

''A sex club? Absolutely,'' Ari answers before you can even finish your sentence.

Ari stepped through the portal after grabbing your hand and pulling you in with him. Suddenly, he was wearing tight-fitting jeans without a shirt, and you wore a short skirt, a crop top, and thigh-high boots, leaving nothing to the imagination.

Everywhere you look, you see people talking or making out; in the darker corners, you can see people having oral sex or being worked open with fingers, and in the middle of the club are multiple couches, chairs, and tables used to have sex on.

From just two people and threeways to an orgie, your eyes scan past everyone in the room, and you can feel your panties growing wetter with the second.

The music is drowned out by people moaning and whining, skin slapping against skin, and dirty talk here and there. You need to figure out where to look since this is your first time in a club like this.

''Are you liking what you see, Bubbles?'' Ari whispers in your ear as he stands behind you, and you can feel his erection pressing into your back, noticing how he's fully hard.

A soft whine escapes your lips as his big hands slide from your waist up to your breasts, which he cups gently, enveloping them with his long fingers.

The slick between your thighs only grows as you feel his fingers on your body, his lips trailing kisses on your neck as he leaves a small trail of goosebumps in their path.

''A-Ari,'' you gasp, but he immediately stops his kisses.

''You know that's not what I want you to call me, Kitten,'' he says sternly, and you close your eyes as a shiver runs down your spine, leaving full-body goosebumps.

''Sorry, Daddy,'' you say, and Ari's cock twitches at the word, serving to make him even harder, not that you thought that would be possible. You also get off on it, and you feel your panties dampen as he walks you forward to an empty armchair.

You can't tear your eyes away from everything happening around you, and you can't help but feel aroused. You didn't know you had such a thing for being a voyeur until now, and it only feeds the exhibitionism kink you already know you have.

If there's one thing you and Ari love doing is having sex in (semi-)public places; the thrill of possibly getting caught only makes it hotter, but you never considered a place like this.

Ari sits down in the armchair with a soft grunt after letting his hands slide off your body, and he turns you around so your ass is pointed at him.

''Sit down for me, Kitten, and spread those beautiful legs for everyone to see,'' he says, and you do just that, hooking your legs on the outside of his so you're spreading wide for him.

Your skirt is hiked up and is now on your waist by the motion, showing your blue thong to everyone wanting to look.

''Hmm, this color looks perfect on you, Kitten. Too bad it's all soaked and ruined now, huh?'' Ari teases, and his hands ghost over your inner thighs, making you whimper softly when he comes closer to your pussy, but avoiding it each time.

''Daddy, please don't tease me,'' you say with a pout as you lean your head against his shoulder, but he doesn't look at your face, instead focussing on the blue lace between your legs.

''Alright, Kitten, but only because you asked so sweetly,'' he says, and his fingers glide to the edge of your panties, pushing them down and discarding them in front of you both before making you spread wide again, showing your glistening cunt for the entire club to see.

''Hmm, such a perfect pussy for everyone to see,'' Ari groans softly, and his long, thick fingers rub through your folds, gathering some slick before he brings them to your mouth, letting you suck all of your slick off them.

You moan around his fingers, and your eyes fly shut, your pussy clenching around nothing at the taste of yourself on his fingers. He shoves them deeper into your mouth, and you keep sucking on them, and you feel Ari's cock twitch slightly in his pants.

When you've lubed them enough for his liking, he pulls them out of your mouth and repeats the same motion, but this time he finds your clit and rubs small circles while you moan loudly, making several people turn their heads to you.

''Daddy, please! Want your fingers,'' you beg, but he doesn't listen yet; he wants you to beg just a little more.

''You want my fingers? You need to beg louder so everyone can hear what you want,'' Ari says with a mischievous smile, and you immediately obey.

''Please, Daddy, can I have your fingers in my pussy? Am a good girl for you,'' you beg, and this time, Ari gives in, pushing two fingers into your entrance with a loud squelching sound that has you moaning loudly.

''Fuck!'' you force out as he bottoms out with his fingers, and he sets a steady pace, driving them in and out of you repeatedly as his other hand rubs your clit, working you towards your first orgasm of the night.

''You're such a good girl for me, letting everyone look at how good Daddy makes you feel. You're the perfect slut for Daddy tonight,'' he tells you, and his words make you preen.

''Yeah, 'm Daddy's little slut'' you reply, and Ari works his fingers faster until you're eyes roll back into your head, and the squelching sound is so loud it's all you can focus on as your orgasm washes over you.

With a loud whine, you let Ari work through your orgasm until you're bordering overstimulation, and you push his hands away, which he then brings to your mouth so you can clean them.

''T-Thank you, D-Daddy,'' you pant as you've come down enough, and Ari smiles as multiple pairs of eyes are on the two of you, but you don't even attempt to close your legs; you just want to spread them wider so they can get a perfect view of your glistening folds.

Ari lifts your shirt over your head to expose your bra, but that is also swiftly taken off, and now you're entirely bare for everyone to see. Your nipples are pebbled to total hardness, and Ari can't help but tug on them to tease a little.

''Daddy!'' you say in a bit of a scolding tone, but it makes you feel good.

''How about you make Daddy feel good now, huh? Be a good girl for Daddy and get down on your knees so you can suck me off with that perfect, tight mouth of yours,'' he says, and you immediately get off his legs and find your place between his legs, your back arching, and your legs spread slightly.

Your fingers undo the button and zipper of his jeans quickly, and he lifts himself a little so his pants can slide off, only to reveal he's wearing nothing underneath them.

A soft whine leaves your throat as his erection springs free, but it's so big and heavy it doesn't stand upright; instead, it points forward, with a slight curve to the right.

''C'mon, Kitten, make Daddy feel g-good,'' he stutters as your hand wraps around his base; your lips immediately find their home around his tip, and you suckle softly.

''Fucking hell,'' Ari groans out as you take more and more of him in your mouth and down your throat, working past your gag reflex.

His breathing gets more erratic, and when you look up, you can see a small layer of sweat forming on his chest and face, showing you how good you make him feel right now.

One of your hands is softly squeezing the base of his cock as the other massages and rolls his balls just the way he likes, his hands clutching the arms of the chair to not cum right away.

Your hips involuntarily rut into nothing, and you feel yourself clenching around nothing, but you can tell Ari's close to his orgasm.

''You want to swallow my cum like a good cumslut?'' Ari asks, and you look up at him as you nod so he fists one of his hands into your hair before holding your head still and setting the pace with his hips, fucking your face with loud groans until he shoots every last drop down your throat, forcing you to swallow it all.

When he lets you go, you let go with a wet pop, and your jaw is already sore, and your mascara is running down your face from the tears you've shed as he fucked your face.

After Ari's come down from his high, he got up and pulled you over to an empty couch, where he placed you on your hands and knees to fuck you the way you like.

''I've got a little surprise for you, Kitten,'' Ari says as he pulls you up to his chest, and you feel his cock poke you in your back.

He turns your head with his hand to show you who's walking over to the two of you, and you see none other than Tony Stark himself walk up to you, completely naked, his cock standing at attention against his belly.

He's shorter and less thick than Ari, but it would still be a stretch, no matter what hole he would get to use.

''Do you want us both to make you feel good?'' he asks, and you nod enthusiastically, slick dripping down your thighs and onto the leather couch beneath you.

''Are you going to let Tony fuck this amazing mouth while I fuck your tight pussy until you can't stop cumming for us? We're going to fucking ruin you, Kitten, and you'll enjoy every second of it if you say yes,'' Ari whispers in your ear, and you're getting only more excited.

''Please, Daddy! Please ruin me,'' you say confidently, and he lets you drop forward, catching yourself with your arms before your face hits the couch.

Ari pulls your hips up a little, and you wiggle in his grasp to show you're ready. And he lines up with your entrance while Tony takes his position before you.

''Look at you, such a perfect little slut who just wants to be fucked from all sides, huh? Does that make you feel horny to be treated like a cumslut for us?'' Tony asks, and you say a soft yes before Ari pushes into you, the stretch feeling like a pleasant burn like always.

You lift your head, letting Tony line up with your mouth before pushing in, and he tastes so vastly different from Ari but not unpleasant.

Both men slide into you simultaneously, and the pleasure almost becomes too much, your orgasm creeping closer quickly.

When Ari bottoms out, he lets you adjust around him until you're not clenching around him, and when he starts pulling out and thrusting back in, Tony does the same, and both men are making you feel like you're not even inside your own body anymore.

They set a different pace - Tony being a little sloppy and rough, Ari being slow and passionate, almost as if he's making love to you. This is precisely what sends you over the edge the first time, and Ari throws his head back with a loud groan as you clench around his cock.

''Jesus, Kitten, you squeeze Daddy so good when you cum,'' he grits out as he thrusts again, picking up his pace while Tony keeps the same speed, his hands in your hair as you let him fuck your face for pleasure.

Both men groan and grunt as they use you as their fucktoy, and with the way Ari keeps hitting your sweet spot inside you repeatedly, it doesn't take long for you to cum again, this time with more force, and Ari is determined to pull one more from your body before even thinking of cumming himself.

''Fuck, she's squeezing me so good,'' Ari tells Tony, and you hollow your cheeks to make Tony feel fabulous too, and it works because before he can stop himself, he's shooting his seed into your mouth and throat while you swallow every last drop.

He doesn't pull out once he's done but instead lets himself soften in your mouth as Ari sets a relentless pace, but his fingers find your clit this time. He rubs them just a little, but you're already bordering overstimulation, and you cum again, this time squirting all over the couch, his legs, and his cock.

''Fucking hell, such a perfect little slut when you squirt for me. Good girl,'' he emphasizes as he thrusts back in, this time chasing his own high with rapid thrusts.

You moan around Tony's soft cock, and the vibrations make him feel good, and you feel little beads of pre-cum drip onto your tongue.

''Gonna pump you full of my cum, Kitten. Got so much cum just for you and your tight cunt,'' Ari growls, and with a few more sloppy thrusts, he comes with a roar, and many people in the club look at the burly man fucking into you while you're cockwarming another man with your mouth.

You've never felt so good, and when Ari pulls out, Tony lets go too, but you have never felt this empty before. Tony doesn't say goodbye before walking away, but you're too far gone to notice it.

Ari pulls you into his lap and whispers sweet nothings as you both come down from your highs before he feeds you some bits of chocolate and lets you drink some water.

You want to stay in your spot forever, but you know that's not an option, so when it's time to go back, you let Ari carry you to the portal back to the normal world.

Before stepping through, he puts you down and pulls you in for a deep, passionate kiss to thank you for everything that happened.

When you pull apart, you surprise him with one last question, which he never thought he'd ever hear you say.

''What do you think, shall we visit a club like this in the real world, too?'' you whisper in his ear, and Ari wholeheartedly agrees before the two of you walk through.

In that world, you were still naked, but once you're back in the closet, you're both wearing your Halloween costumes, although they look messy now.

Ari grabs the back of your neck and pulls you in for one more deep kiss, his tongue instantly working into your mouth when the closet doors open, and the sight of Tony greets you in his Halloween costume.

''Alright, lovebirds, 7 minutes are over!'' he says, but it feels like you two have been gone for hours, not just 7 minutes.

''Are you sure it's been 7 minutes?'' you ask, confused, and Tony lets out a deep, rumbling laugh.

''Why did you want us to lock you into the closet for the rest of the night? You can always go to your bedroom if you want to climb your tree,'' he jokes with a wink, and you slap him against his chest sternly.

''Behave yourself, Stark!'' you say, but you look over at Ari and see him shooting you a wink. You two might have had the time of your lives in that closet, but no one would ever find out, and you've got a new tradition for the two of you.

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part of a family - bucky barnes x reader

Plot: After Y/N is abandoned by her boyfriend, the father of her 8 month old son, her best friend Bucky comes to the rescue. The same Bucky who’s been in love with Y/N ever since he met her. Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader Warnings: Being abandoned by a parent/a parental figure leaving, breakups, a few mentions of Bucky’s past as the winter soldier (but nothing too graphic), a tiny mention of blood, and a tiny mention of how babies are poop and vomit machines if that gives you the ick. As always, if I miss any triggers please let me know! Notes: Look, as soon as I had this idea, I knew I had to finish it even though it’s been sitting on my WIP list for months. It’s Bucky and a baby, hOW COULD I NOT? Thank you to my bestie @staticscreenwriting for my dividers and header, and for listening to me ramble about how cute Bucky + a baby would be.

The sound of a phone ringing soon disturbs the mid morning silence in Bucky Barnes’ apartment, waking up the super soldier almost immediately as it begins. Not that he was getting much sleep, anyway. Especially not with a past like his. Groaning, Bucky grabs his phone, accepting the call without even looking at the caller ID. As an Avenger, he knows that the call could be important. Or it could just be Steve or Sam needing something. Still, despite his heroic obligations, Bucky still wishes that whoever or whatever it is would just go away and let him sleep. Although he doesn’t get much sleep nowadays, he’d at least like to try to get some.

“Yeah? What is it?” He answers, his words mostly mumbled.

“Bucky?” He hears a voice sniffling on the other end. Almost immediately, Bucky comes awake, and he sits up, recognising the voice on the other end right away. Y/N. His best friend for almost a decade. From the pain in her voice and the sniffling, he can tell something is wrong immediately.

“Y/N, what happened? Talk to me.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know who else to call.” Y/N mumbles, and Bucky feels a pang in his heart.

“Y/N, I told you, you can call me anytime you need help. I’ll always answer.” He tells her. “Now, what happened?” A sob sounds from the other end of the phone, and Bucky swears that sound almost breaks his heart. He just wants to keep Y/N safe and happy, so when she isn’t, he feels like he’s failed in his position as a best friend.

“...He’s gone, Bucky. Brandon. He just left us.” Another sniffle. “...He said he wasn’t happy being with Oscar and I, and that he didn’t want to stay anymore. He told me he didn’t want to be a dad in the first place, and that I trapped him in a relationship by getting pregnant. And he tells me this now? When Oscar is eight months old?!” Bucky is already out of bed and getting dressed before Y/N continues to explain the situation. Bucky hears another sob from the other end of the line, and he clenches his fist angrily. Brandon is...or well, was Y/N’s boyfriend, and the father of their son Oscar. And he’s fucking abandoned them both, left them like they’re worth nothing to him. “....Oh god Bucky, what am I supposed to do now? I don’t know if I can do this on my own and my mom is so far away, a-and-” Y/N sobs, each tear feeling like a gut punch. “Buck? Are you still there?” Y/N asks, sniffling again.

“I’ll be there in ten minutes.”

Bucky makes the trip to Y/N’s house in exactly eight minutes. He storms up to the door. If Brandon is back, he better have a good excuse for leaving. Not that there is one, mind you, but still. Or at least, have a good apology. Because who does that? Who leaves their girlfriend and child alone with no help? Yet, before he can even knock on the front door, it swings open to reveal Y/N standing there, tears streaming down her cheeks. Bucky’s heart breaks, and all his thoughts of anger towards Brandon leaving are forgotten. For now, anyway. “Oh Y/N.” He soothes, pulling her close for a hug, which she gratefully accepts, squeezing him as tightly as she can. Like he’s a rock stopping her from being swept out to sea. Y/N sniffles into his shirt, and Bucky strokes her back, knowing it helps calm her down. Y/N savours the moment for a while, enjoying Bucky’s comfort and support. And for the first time that day, Y/N feels better. Not fully better, but it’s a start, anyway. She even feels a small smile grow on her lips. As far as she’s concerned, Y/N could stay here forever, wrapped in Bucky’s embrace.

“You, um, you should come inside.” She mumbles once they pull apart, stepping aside. “Oscar’s in his playpen in the living room. I’ve been trying to stay strong for him, but clearly it’s not working.” She sighs, gesturing to her face. “I know. I look like a mess. Thankfully, Oscar’s still barely talking, so he can’t ask me what’s wrong.” Bucky shakes his head. He thinks she looks gorgeous. She always has. After all, he’s been in love with her ever since he met her. He’d know that. But she was with Brandon back then, and then she had Oscar, and Bucky knew he couldn’t ruin their relationship. He’s already ruined so many lives and families, he can’t ruin hers. She’s too special to him for that. And besides, finding out your best friend is in love with you is probably not what you want to hear after your boyfriend just walked out on you and your child.

The pair enter the living room, and Oscar notices Bucky almost immediately, kicking his legs and babbling away excitedly. Y/N starts smiling as soon as she sees her son, and Bucky grins. People say there’s nothing like the love of a mother, and Y/N is clearly full of it. And the way she lights up when she sees her son shows she’s one of the best out there. Besides, she definitely has more love in her little finger than Brandon ever did, for a start.

“Oscar, this is Bucky. Remember him? Can you say hello? Can you say Bucky?” Y/N asks, holding him up to see Bucky. Oscar’s wide eyes look up at Bucky. Bucky chuckles. Oscar is definitely the spitting image of his mother. He has the same eyes as her, for a start. The same pair of eyes that Bucky fell in love with the first time he met Y/N.

“Blubbla!” Oscar babbles, showing him a toothy grin and reaching out for Bucky with his little hands. Bucky laughs.

“Hey buddy. Good job at saying my name!” Bucky gives a small wave. Oscar tries his best to give him one back, making Bucky’s heart swell. He never knew such a tiny human could generate so much love and happiness.

“I’m gonna go put him down for a nap, then we can talk. Is that okay?” Y/N asks, her happiness suddenly fading again. Bucky’s face falls. He wishes he could just take all that pain and sadness away from her. He swears that when he sees Brandon again, he’s going to punch him in the face. Well...Sam would tell him to just give him a stern talking to. And Bucky will do that. After he punches Brandon in the face.

“Of course it is, Y/N.” He gives her arm a reassuring rub as she leaves the room.

“I just, I can’t believe he didn’t say anything up till now!” Y/N sighs, clutching one of Oscar’s teddies close to her chest. Even though she’s never told him this, Bucky knows that holding his toys close is a comfort for her. It means she can be extra close to him, even when he’s just upstairs napping. Despite how cute that is, it only makes Bucky even angrier about the situation. Y/N cares so much about her son’s well being, and yet life and her ex have treated her so poorly. “Like, he said-” She takes a deep breath to steady herself, and Bucky gives her hand a reassuring squeeze. Once again, it helps her feel better. “-he said he’d been thinking about this for a while, probably even a few months. And he tells me this today? God, Bucky, what am I going to do if he doesn’t come back? What if I have to raise Oscar on my own?” She asks as tears roll down her cheeks again.

“Hey, hey, hey.” Bucky replies, pulling her closer for a hug and letting her cry into his chest. “You do not have to do this on your own, and you will never be alone.” Y/N smiles.

“Would it…would it be okay if you stayed over for a while? Feel free to say no, it’s just that I trust you, and Oscar adores you. I mean, I do too, it’s just- ah, fuck. Sorry.” Y/N mumbles into his shirt. “And it would be nice to have some help around here while I try to sort this whole mess out.” Bucky sighs softly. If he could, he’d take all this pain away from her and deal with it himself. After all, he’s been through so much of it already. In fact, most would argue that Bucky Barnes has been through far more pain and trauma than one person deserves. But despite that, he’d go through it all again if it meant Y/N never had to go through any pain of her own. “Just for a little bit. If you need to leave because of your whole Avengers thing, that’s totally okay. I don’t want to stop you from saving the world.” She pulls away, looking at him nervously, and Bucky can tell that she’s worried he’ll leave her too. Bucky leans in even closer, so close that she can feel his breath on her face.

“Y/N. I could never, and would never, leave you or Oscar. I’ll always come back for you both. Promise.” He whispers. With a small smile, Y/N nods.

“Thank you, Bucky.”

“There’s that smile.” He grins. Bucky hasn’t had much happiness in his life ever since he became the Winter Soldier, but he swears that Y/N’s smile is the most beautiful thing in the world. More often than not, it’s the only thing that makes him happy, and makes him feel all warm and gooey inside. And because she’s so heartbroken right now, Bucky’s going to make sure that both she and Oscar have reason to smile for as long as he can.

“I really appreciate you doing this when you’re so busy, Bucky. I appreciate you a lot, you know?” That makes Bucky feel even better. Sometimes, he swears that Y/N’s the only one who appreciates him.

“Don’t be silly. It’s no problem at all.” He smiles. The pair stay close for a little while longer, so close that they could reach out and touch one another. They’re both silent, yet it’s a comfortable silence. Because Y/N and Bucky don’t need to talk. They can just be happy in each other’s company. For a moment, Y/N’s gaze lowers, almost as if she’s looking at his lips. Bucky’s cheeks go a little pink, and his heart rate rises as he pictures kissing Y/N.

“Bucky, I-” Y/N whispers, and Bucky raises his brows, waiting for what she’s about to say. Yet, Y/N stops herself before she can finish her sentence. Bucky’s mind wanders, and he thinks about kissing her even more. Despite how much he wants to kiss her, though, he knows he can’t. Y/N’s just had her heart broken and been left to raise her son alone. Him admitting his feelings for her will probably mess things up even more, which is the last thing she needs. And with a past like his, the last thing Bucky wants to do is put either her or Oscar in danger. Before either of them can say or do anything more, Oscar’s crying sounds from upstairs. “He’ll probably need his nappy changed. I’ll go do it.” She murmurs, leaving before Bucky can offer to do it.

Once he’s alone, he starts to think. Even though he’s been in love with Y/N ever since they first met, he can’t act on his feelings, or tell her the truth. He loves her so much, and the last thing he wants to do is hurt her. And besides, she definitely doesn’t need him acting like his life is hard because he can’t be with her. Soon, Y/N comes back, cradling Oscar to her chest. “You alright?” she asks, seeing Bucky deep in thought. And even though he knows he’s still upset about not being able to admit his true feelings for Y/N, the sight still makes Bucky smile. She really is beautiful.

“Yeah.” Bucky nods. “I’m great.”

A few nights later, as Y/N sleeps (or at least tries to, despite everything that’s happened), the sound of Oscar’s crying sounds from the baby monitor. Immediately, she’s awake. “It’s okay, sweetie. I’m coming.” She murmurs, feeling around for her slippers and robe in the darkness. Of course, she’s accustomed to Oscar’s late night routine…mostly since she’s the only one who actually woke up to feed him and check on him.

Yet, as she opens her bedroom door and heads towards the nursery, the sound of crying seemingly stops. Y/N’s brow furrows, and she slowly tiptoes towards the door. Oscar rarely, if ever, stops crying out of the blue, and especially not when she isn’t there. So what’s changed? When she peeks through the gap in the door, Y/N gets her answer.

“Hey buddy.” Bucky whispers, clutching Oscar to his chest. “I know you’re hungry, but you’ve gotta try to get some sleep, alright? You’ll wake your momma.” Oscar babbles something, and Bucky laughs. “I know, I know, I gave you some food...but your momma’s going through a rough time right now, so you have to be nice and let her get some sleep, alright?” Y/N watches the scene unfold, smiling to herself as she wonders what on earth she did to deserve someone as supportive and caring as Bucky Barnes in her life.

As she watches Bucky cuddling her son close, his metal arm protectively cradling and rocking Oscar as he grabs fistfuls of Bucky's shirt in his tiny hands, Y/N's heart swells, and she sighs happily. “It’s not nice to not have a lot of sleep, is it? I should know.” Bucky says, laughing awkwardly. Y/N sighs. Even though Bucky doesn’t admit his feelings very often, she knows that he’s still having trouble coming to terms with his past and the things he did as the Winter Soldier. Of course, Y/N knows she has no idea of the true scale of pain that Bucky's actually going through. She can see it on his face, though, when he thinks she isn't looking. Sometimes, Bucky just stops, staring into space in silence for a while as the horrors and nightmares of his past flood back to him, and he remembers what he used to be. Y/N just wishes Bucky could see himself how others see him. Not as the Winter Soldier, but as Bucky Barnes. And she especially wants him to see how loving he is. After all, despite the anxieties and blood stained history connected to his arm, Bucky’s still using it to protect and support her son.

Because Bucky Barnes is not a monster. He never was. In fact, he's the complete opposite. He’s warm, and he’s loving, despite everything the world did to him. Or well, at least he is to her and Oscar.

And maybe that’s all that matters.

Since Bucky started living with Y/N and Oscar, he’s helped her so much more than he could ever know. He’s done everything: night feeds, changes (although it took him a little while to get used to how much poop and vomit babies generate), building cribs and other furniture, and more. He also reached out to his superpowered friends and coworkers for help, and true to form, all of Earth’s mightiest heroes rallied around them both. Sam and Sarah gave her spare, old clothes from Cass and AJ, Tony and Pepper offered all of Morgan’s old toys and playdates, Natasha and Wanda promised to take her out on girls' nights for a night out, and all the others offered babysitting and other ways to help. Y/N is incredibly grateful to them for all their help, but she’s especially grateful to Bucky, more so than he’ll ever know. She tells him that every day, but doesn’t know if he truly believes it. Without him, she knows she would have fallen apart. Bucky might not see himself as a hero, but to Y/N, he truly is her saviour. Their arrangement was only meant to last a few weeks, but now it’s been months, and Oscar’s first birthday is fast approaching.

“So, how’s your son Barnes?” Natasha grins one day after a debrief meeting.

“He’s not my son.”

“Buck probably wishes he was, though.” Steve murmurs, and a few laughs sound from the group. Bucky rolls his eyes, but still can’t stop a smile from growing on his lips. It’s small, yet the others still notice, and an ‘Ooooh!’ ripples throughout the room.

“Shut up.” He hisses, his cheeks flushing pink. Of course, he’s still head over heels in love with Y/N, and would love nothing more than to be with her, and to be a father figure to Oscar (officially this time). But he’s still too scared to admit his feelings for her. And besides, they’ve both been through so much pain already. Even though he’s a reformed assassin, Bucky knows his past could still catch up to them both, and he’s terrified of putting either of them in danger. “Anyway, speaking of, Y/N says you’re all invited to Oscar’s first birthday party as a thank you for all your support. It’s in two weeks.” The room fills with the sound of agreement, and once again, Bucky is smiling.

Later that evening, Bucky comes home from an endless day of meetings, exhausted and ready to see his two favourite people. However, as soon as he steps into the house, Y/N’s voice shouts:

“Bucky? Is that you? Come upstairs, quickly!” Bucky runs upstairs the quickest he’s ever moved in his life, terrified that his past as the Winter Soldier has caught up to him, and that Y/N and Oscar are in danger, or hurt. But when he gets there, the scene that greets him is thankfully not what he was expecting. Y/N kneels on the floor, with Oscar sitting a few feet away. “Come on, sweetheart. Show Bucky what you can do!” Y/N urges gently. Without another word, Oscar pushes himself up on his little legs, and toddles over towards Bucky. Once he reaches Bucky, he stumbles forward slightly, wrapping his little arms around Bucky’s leg and holding on tightly.

“Good job Oscar! Who’s my special little guy?” Y/N praises. “He’s been close to walking all day, and just as you got home he looked like he was about to do it, so I had to call you up.” Bucky looks down, and Oscar stares back up at him with a toothy grin. Immediately, Bucky feels tears stinging at his eyes as Oscar holds onto him even tighter. After being responsible for so much death and destruction in his lifetime, Bucky’s never felt so loved before. He’s also never been involved in such an important part of life before.

Because being a part of something like this, something so tender, so loving…is showing Bucky that maybe he’s capable of good things after all he’s done. “Bucky? Are you- Oh my god, are you crying?” Y/N gasps.

“No!” Bucky lies, trying furiously to wipe his eyes. “I’m fine.”

“Buck….” Y/N soothes, picking up her son and pulling both him and Bucky into a hug. “Thank you. For everything.” She smiles. “I’m so grateful to you. More than you’ll ever know.”

“You’re welcome.” For a moment, as they both look into each other’s eyes, Bucky swears that this is it. This is when he could kiss her, with no care or any fear. But before he can, Y/N leans in first. As her lips get even closer to his face, Bucky’s heart rate picks up, rising so quickly he fears his heart is about to break free from his chest. Part of him, the scared part, wants to run, but he finds himself rooted to his position. Y/N presses her lips against his cheek. As her lips brush against his skin, heat immediately rises into Bucky’s cheeks, and he blushes deeply. He turns his head quickly, almost catching her lips with his. A gasp leaves Y/N’s lips, and her eyes widen ever so slightly. The familiar worries enter Bucky’s mind then, that despite how right this feels, and how much he wants to kiss her, it’s wrong. That a monster like him doesn’t deserve love after what he’s done, and especially not from someone like Y/N. Maybe she doesn’t even like him back.

But then, Y/N turns her head towards him, leaning in close. This time, it really does feel like his heart is going to break out of his chest. As their lips almost meet, for a moment, it feels like everything is right in the world. But before their lips touch, the phone starts to ring, stopping them both.

“I um…I better go get that.” Y/N mumbles. Bucky reaches out, about to stop her. And it almost seems as if Y/N waits for him to do it. When he doesn’t, her face falls slightly. “I’ll be a sec.” As she walks away, Bucky sighs. Now he’s really messed up. Fuck.

Two weeks later, Oscar’s birthday party arrives, and Y/N’s house is full of Avengers. Away from the madness, Bucky helps Y/N as she brings more bowls of snacks through to the kitchen. Despite their continued ease and comfortableness around each other, there’s still a sense of awkwardness around them. Since they almost kissed, neither of them has spoken about it. Even though it’s been replaying in Bucky’s mind constantly, and all he wants is to admit his feelings and kiss her properly this time. If he could, he’d kiss her forever.

“Where’s Oscar?” She asks, and Bucky chuckles.

“He’s in there, being fawned over by all his honorary aunts and uncles.” Y/N follows him into the dining room, where the Avengers are all playing with Oscar.

“He’s so cute! Like a little angel.” Wanda coos, cuddling him close.

“Yeah, just wait till he’s older, though.”

“Don’t worry about that, Natasha. We’ll teach him what’s right and wrong, Y/N.” Steve promises.

“Oooh, yeah, videos in gym class. How exciting.” Sam teases, taking Oscar from Wanda. “What I wanna know is when he can go for a flying lesson with me.”

“That’s not happening.” Bucky shakes his head.

“Not for a while yet, Sam.” Y/N laughs.

“Ah, they grow up so fast! Soon he might even be able to lift Mjölnir!” Thor chuckles. As Y/N watches Earth’s Mightiest Heroes cuddling and playing with her son, Bucky notices tears shimmering in her eyes. He takes her hand, interlinking his fingers with hers.

“You’re not alone.” He whispers, giving her hand a squeeze. He knows his friends are probably teasing him about this, but he doesn’t care. All he cares about is making sure that his two favourite people in the world are happy. So when the doorbell rings and Y/N goes to answer it, he’s confused. As far as he knows, everyone else is already here. So who the hell could this be? His concern grows, and he readies his metal arm just in case. When Y/N comes back with a familiar face, Bucky is just as confused and concerned.

“Everyone…this is Brandon. Oscar’s father.” Y/N announces, her gaze falling to the floor. Immediately, the mood of the room changes. The others don’t know the full extent of the story, but they do know Brandon left them both.

“Hey everyone.” Brandon mutters, warily looking around the room full of superheroes. Then, he makes eye contact with Bucky’s glaring face and flexing metal arm, both warning him that there’ll be serious consequences if he ever hurts Y/N and Oscar again. “Hey Bucky.”

“Hi.” Bucky hisses. Brandon visibly gulps, before noticing his son in Sam’s arms. Right away, his face lights up.

“Oscar! Hey buddy! Come to daddy!” He grins. As Sam reluctantly hands Oscar over, Bucky leans in closer to Y/N.

“Are you okay? Did he show up out of nowhere? If you need me and the others to get rid of him, let me know.” Bucky whispers. To his surprise, Y/N shakes her head.

“No. I invited him.” And then Bucky’s heart sinks. She invited him? Sure, he’s Oscar’s father, but he gave up that role a long time ago. After everything that happened, she still invited him back? Bucky looks over at Y/N, who’s now chatting with Oscar and Brandon, like they’re a happy family. One that Bucky clearly doesn’t fit in. Maybe that’s why she invited him back. Maybe after her and Bucky’s failed kiss attempt, she wants to try again. Because maybe she didn’t feel anything for him at all. And that thought tears Bucky apart.

“You alright?” Steve murmurs, and Bucky nods. Even though it’s obvious he’s not okay. He casts one last look over at Y/N, smiling as she holds her son. But if he doesn’t fit into her life anymore, he just has to accept it.

Despite the awkwardness of Brandon being there, and Bucky worrying that he no longer fits into Y/N’s life, the party is fun. At least, it is when Bucky isn’t throwing glares at Brandon and sad glances at Y/N. Once it’s over and everyone has left, Bucky joins Y/N in the kitchen, helping her clean up. And hopefully he can find a way to talk about his feelings about this whole situation. He just can’t find the words right now. As they clean in silence, the air around them both is awkward.

“Hey, um.” Bucky finally begins. “I just wanted to let you know I’ll move my stuff out whenever you want.” Y/N frowns.

“Why would I want you to do that? You’ve been such a great help, I don’t want you to move out.” Suddenly, her face falls. “Oh god. I’m sorry if I’ve been taking advantage of your help, Bucky. I promise, I didn’t mean to-”

“God, no!” Bucky exclaims. “You haven’t at all. I was happy to help. I just don’t want to get in the way of you and Brandon.” Y/N continues to frown until the realisation dawns.

“Oh. Bucky, you don’t have to worry about him. There’s nothing more between us.”

“Then why did you invite him?” Bucky asks, and Y/N sighs. “He abandoned you both and told you he didn’t want to be a father!”

“I know! I don’t need the reminder.” Y/N huffs. “I honestly didn’t think he’d reply to me, because he barely replied to any of the messages I sent him before now. But when I asked what he was giving Oscar for his birthday, he replied and asked what I was doing for it, so I mentioned the party. Don’t look at me like that!” She orders, pointing out Bucky’s expression. “Yes, he left, but he’s Oscar’s dad, Buck. I know he’s an asshole, but I’d feel like an asshole if I didn’t invite his dad to his first birthday party. Like what if he grew up and found out I kept his dad away from him? I just want Oscar to be happy.” She sighs with a sniffle. Bucky’s face softens, and he steps forward, pulling her into a hug.

“And he is happy, Y/N. He’s the best kid I’ve seen, and it’s a testament to you. Nobody else.” He rubs her back as she sniffles softly into his shirt. “I’m sorry if I was being a dick about everything.”

“No, you weren’t. You were just looking out for us both, like you always do. I’m so grateful to you.” Y/N tells him. “The way Oscar turned out may be a testament to me, but I think it’s a testament to you too, Bucky. You’ve done so much for him, for us both. You know, Brandon had no idea what to get Oscar for a present, or what his favourite things to do are. You do, and I think the toys you bought him might be his favourite presents. To be honest, I don’t even know if he knew when Oscar’s birthday was until I told him. And you helped me teach Oscar how to walk and talk, not him. You were the one helping me with baths, night feeds and changes, not him. I told you Bucky, you’ve helped us both more than you can ever imagine, and I am so grateful to you. Brandon might be Oscar’s dad by blood, but to me, you are his father figure.” Bucky stands in shock. As Y/N’s words sink in, he feels tears building in his eyes. Nobody has ever said anything like that about him before. A huge smile grows on his face. Both Y/N and Bucky stay there for a while, wrapped in each other’s embrace. “Bucky?”

“Mhm?”

“I want to tell you something. Something that I’ve been wanting to tell you for a while, but have never had the confidence to.” She takes a breath. “The reason it won’t work out with me and Brandon anymore is because I’m in love with someone else. I’m in love with you, Bucky.” Bucky’s eyes widen, and he gasps. “If you don’t feel the same about me, then I understand. I just felt like I’d be going crazy if I didn’t tell you the truth.” Lifting his hand, Bucky cups her cheeks.

“Y/N, I love you too. I have done for years, but I never said anything because you had Brandon and Oscar, and I didn’t want to ruin your happiness.”

“Bucky. You could never do that. After what happened, I never thought I’d have happiness again, but being with you and Oscar in our little family has brought me so much joy.” Bucky leans in close, running his thumb along her lips. Without another word, he leans in close, pressing his lips to hers in a tender kiss. As they pull each other closer, Bucky’s arms hold her tightly, so tightly that he’ll never let go ever again. That he’ll keep her safe forever.

“Thank you.” He whispers when they pull apart. “Thank you for making me part of a family.”

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SaiyanPrincessSwanie Reading List Week 165 & 166

Welcome to Weeks 165 & 166

A/N: Thank you again to those who gave me recommendations for fanfics. 💜 This week had me reading 50 fics. Absolutely amazing stuff here.

As always these will be listed in no particular order. None of these stories are mine. I’m just signal-boosting them. The author is listed next to the title. My goal is to signal boost writers and spread positivity in the community. 💜💜

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Beg - (Brock Rumlow x Reader) - @/saiyanprincessswanie

Andy Oneshot - @navybrat817

Bucky Oneshot - @angrythingstarlight

The Best Thing to Ever Happen - (Lee x Reader) - @andydrysdalerogers

Drabble Breeding kink - @joannaliceevans-fanficblog

WOUNDED - (Bucky x Reader) - @likeahorribledream

Ride the Lightning - (Thor x Reader) - @wint3r-h3art

Andy Oneshot - @syntheticavenger

Clairvoyance Avengers Fiction Part 6! - @talia-rumlow

Clairvoyance Avengers Fiction Part 7! - @/talia-rumlow

A Solid Foundation - (Bucky x Reader) - @writing-for-marvel

Happy Beans - (Bucky x Reader) - @rookthorne

a fair punishment - (Steve x Reader) - @witchywithwhiskey

Bucky Oneshot - @writerlyhabits

sex and sage flowers - (Bucky x Reader) - @bucky-bucket-barnes

Bucky x G/N Reader Oneshot - @fluffyprettykitty

petrichor - (Bucky x Reader) - @thornsnvultures

distracted - (Bucky x Reader) - @sunshinebuckybarnes

Last First Kiss - (Bucky x WOC!Reader) - @jadedvibes

Try Me - (Lloyd x Reader) - @labella420

Yellow Slide - (Bucky × reader with neurodivergent) - @drabblewithfrannybarnes

Collared part 19 - @spnexploration

Collared part 20 - @/spnexploration

3 Billion Divorce - Part 6 - (Lloyd x Reader) - @deliciousangelfestival

Fresh Fallen Snow, Part 7 - (Curtis x Reader) - @georgiapeach30513

Hands off - Part 6 - (Stucky x Reader) - @darsynia

But The Flesh Is Always Weak - (Andy x Reader) - @cockslutpadalecki

Promises Part ⅓ - (Bucky x Reader) - @preciousbarnes

Special Girl - (Stucky) - @/rookthorne

Neighborhood watch - (Stucky x Reader) - @holylulusworld

Bucky Headcanon - @writerlyhabits

pansies, pain, and other things about bucky - (Bucky x Reader) - @bucky-bucket-barnes

Cheesy Romance - (Loki x Reader) - @theimaginesyouneveraskedfor

FASHION SHOW - (Steve x Reader) - @inlovewiththefictionalcharacters

My Skin On Yours - (Nick x Reader) - @flordeamatista

And baby makes three - (Lee x Reader) - @boxofbonesfic

A splash of courage - (Bucky x Reader) - @biteofcherry

Ready or Not - (Steve x Reader) - @labella420

Beard burn - (Steve x Reader) - @donutloverxo

Of Service - (Ari x Reader) - @stargazingfangirl18

Juxtaposition - (Bucky x Reader) - @tuiccim

Your Friend, Yenzy (2/?) - (Jake x Reader) - @/drabblewithfrannybarnes

Sanction - (Lloyd x Reader) - @/labella420

Crossing the line - (Bucky x Reader) - @nicoline1998enilocin

His Inheritance - Part 23 - (Steve x Reader) - @jtargaryen18

Incandescent - (Steve x Reader x Bucky) - @navybrat817

Stuffed animals - @nekoannie-chan

know how to share - (Steve x Reader x Bucky) - @witchywithwhiskey

Say My Name - (Bucky x Reader) - @jadedvibes

Better Than Before - (Bucky x Reader) - @angrythingstarlight

#saiyanprincessswanie #recommended reading #missy reads #missy reblogs #bucky barnes x reader #steve rogers x reader #brock rumlow x reader #andy barber x reader #lee bodecker x reader #thor x reader #lloyd hansen x reader #curtis everett x reader #stucky x reader #loki x reader #nick fowler x reader #ari levinson x reader #jake jensen x reader

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asimplearchivist · 6 months

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𝓒𝓗. 𝓥𝓘 — [𓎿𓇋𓇋𓏏] (‘𝓗𝓼𝔂𝓽’ | 𝓯𝓪𝓿𝓸𝓻𝓮𝓭)

𝐂𝐇. 𝐕𝐈 𝐨𝐟 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝐊𝐄𝐏𝐓.

[𝓪𝓼𝓲𝓶𝓹𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓿𝓲𝓼𝓽'𝓼 𝓶𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽] [ 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 𝐊𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓 ] AO3 | SPOTIFY | PINTEREST summary ☾ ⤏ khonshu indulges you. (only because you annoy him, of course—not for any other reason.) pairing ☽ khonshu/singlemom!avatar!reader word count ☾ 6.3k a/n ☽ [header credit] ⤏ this took far longer than it should have to churn this out, but writer’s block is a bitch and my muse is nothing if capricious. I swear I’m still working on this fic little by little, but it’s mostly in the later parts. hopefully the plot will start to progress a little faster now that we’re out of the first year. (I don’t know how this ended up being a christmas/new year’s chapter, but…here we are. it’s a little early but c’est la vie—happy holidays to those who celebrate!) ☽ MASTERPOST ☾ ☾ PREVIOUS CHAPTER ⤎ ☥ ⤏ NEXT CHAPTER [TBA] ☽

The holidays were in full swing as winter snuck into London like a thief. Seemingly overnight, decorations crept up like invasive vegetation to suffocate the city in green, red, and white decorations. Khonshu was bemused by the practice, if nothing else—but what about humanity didn’t perplex him?

True to your word, your schedule grew more complicated as the air grew colder. You were running more tired than ever before, and he did his best to direct you to wrongdoers who wouldn’t put up much of a challenge to your ever-improving skills and reflexes. You’d grown quite adept at defending yourself by then, relying more on instinct than memorization. The local police stations were abuzz with the new active vigilante roaming around at night, and the newspapers were referring to you as impossibly foolish names.

In what world did ‘The Mooner’ seem like an apt title?

You found it amusing, if nothing else, watching the evening news with Lizzie and casting Khonshu a smirk while he brooded in the corner whenever a small blurb would pop up about the latest criminals you’d apprehended—you’d remarked to him once that you wondered if the attention would get you an invitation to join the Avengers…or at least get an introduction.

“That Thor guy would probably get a kick out of you still hanging around, huh?” you’d teased. “Did you guys used to be drinking buddies back in the day?”

“The Asgardians are reveling warriors fattened on their successes,” he’d responded dryly. “You would appreciate their laxness as much as their debauchery.”

“Sounds like someone never got invited to the pantheon orgies. You’re just jealous of the Fabio hair, aren’t you? I bet he doesn’t even use any product, what with all his…divine genetics, or whatever.”

Khonshu was not jealous of another god, only of your attentions. He had to admit that to himself, now, because it was becoming unignorable.

He could scarcely stand to separate himself from you anymore, too addicted to your presence to stray very far, even in the daylight hours. It was difficult to maintain his vigil over the opposite side of the world when it was plunged into night, but he managed it. It wasn’t as if you could patrol the entire earth to apprehend every last wrongdoer, anyway—not with Ru becoming more active with every passing week.

The boy was nearing half a year old, and he was more vocal than ever. Khonshu was bemused by the litany of squealing and babbling that you treated as full conversations, speaking to him as if he understood completely. Khonshu had grown more accustomed to handling him, as well, even if the babe did everything in his limited power to shove the god’s fingers into his investigative mouth. He found it more amusing than annoying, although he did try to keep an eye on the boy while he exercised in ‘tummy time’ just to make sure he didn’t ingest something that would harm him.

Even though you hadn’t informed Khonshu of such, it seemed that the ‘Christmas spirit’ had infected you thoroughly. You’d been brimming with excitement, shopping in your off-time for decor, special groceries, and gifts in preparation for the momentous holiday. The television stayed on most of the day, playing those horrendous, formulaic romantic comedies that made him want to gag at their saccharine plot lines and mediocre acting, and in the evenings the radio crooned songs older than you (they were far more tolerable, much to his relief). You cooked and baked almost constantly, pleasant aromas saturating the rooms with sweet and hearty spices. The apartment was soon littered with festive memorabilia, and before he knew it there was a live tree set up in the corner of the living room.

“Come on, Big Bird—dealing with humans all these years hasn’t clued you into Christmas?”

Considering the contentious and hypocritical origins of the holiday, I haven’t given it too much consideration, he said wryly. There are so many different ones now that I don’t bother to keep up.

“You’re missing out,” you beamed up at him through the branches, glittering red garland wrapped around your arms as you wedged yourself between the boughs and the wall to reach the back of the tree. “There are so many good foods and family traditions and old memories that go with it!”

It is mass-marketed and materialistic, he responded, reaching out with the end of his staff to free you from entanglement.

“If you let it be just about presents, then it is,” you told him sternly, wiggling free and adjusting the strand to your satisfaction before repeating the process in a tapered spiral. “But it’s about connection, to me—friends and family being together and enjoying the festivities.”

Then why are you not with your family? Khonshu questioned before he could think it through.

You paused, expression pinching, but continued to futz with the arrangement. “…I couldn’t get everything together,” you replied quietly, “what with the shift schedules and all that. They’ll understand. We can try again next year.”

It was none of Khonshu’s business, he knew. Normally he wouldn’t rightly care about the inherent complexities of your interactions with your family—but only if he hadn’t known you for as long as he had, even if you were still unaware of it. He had witnessed your life change irreparably in the last year, had even lended a hand in it. A brief brush over your consciousness confirmed his suspicions—the shame of your self-perceived failures overpowered the guilt of not meeting their expectations. You hadn’t gone home since the divorce, and you had barely afforded them the occasional phone call to assure them that you (and Ru) were doing all right despite your circumstances. They had only seen Ru through a camera.

In some (somewhat selfish) ways, Khonshu was glad that you had remained fixed in London, remaining with Lizzie. It meant that he wouldn’t risk losing you as his Moon Knight prematurely. It meant that he didn’t have to share the pair of you with anyone other than your best friend and your coworkers. It meant that he could have you (mostly) to himself—and he was uncertain of what you would think of that.

Ru is still very young, he said finally, lowering his voice and glancing towards the child sprawled on the floor mat asleep.

“…Yeah, you’re right,” you agreed, expression easing slightly. “It wouldn’t really be good for him to fly right now, anyway. It’ll be easier when he’s a little older.”

Khonshu nodded, and you fastened the end of the garland near the tip of the tree. You can barely reach the top.

“Which is precisely why serving a nine-foot eldritch horror is so advantageous,” you remarked, stepping over to the couch and rummaging through the assortment of boxes you had pulled out of storage for this express purpose. You turned back to him brandishing a diaphanous, crystalline star cradled in your hands. You smiled sweetly. “Would you do the honors?”

You are insufferable, Khonshu grumbled, plucking the ornament out of your hands and extending his arm to place it on the uppermost point. There. Happy?

You squinted and tilted your head slightly. “It’s a little lopsided.” You waved your hand to one side. “Just a little to the left.”

Khonshu readjusted it.

“Better. Thank you!” you chirped, grabbing a bundle of lights that looked tangled worse than Apep’s tail used to after the barque’s guardians got through with him at the end of the night. “Can you help me with the lights, too?”

Ru stirred and grumbled at the most opportune moment.

Khonshu scooped him up from the floor and tucked him into the crook of his arm. He’s hungry.

You frowned at him. “How do you even know?”

His forehead wrinkled, Khonshu responded simply, moving over to the kitchen to fetch a bottle from the fridge.

“I’m trying to let him cry a little more,” you complained to the god’s back. “You’re not supposed to cater to them too much, you know.”

And you’re taking aspirin to combat the headaches it causes. Khonshu popped the nipple into the babe’s mouth before Ru even fully realized what was going on—but his body relaxing as his contented hums filled the relative silence of the apartment were confirmation enough. Khonshu didn’t feel he should tell you that he had felt Ru’s stomach pangs even before he’d awoken. Continue your decorating. I’ll tend to him.

“You’ve been doing that a lot more recently,” you pointed out, bemused. “Are you trying to weasel your way into being his favorite?”

Khonshu shook his head and sat on the narrow expanse of the couch that was not occupied by your collection of shiny bobbles. No need to ‘weasel’ my way in when I already am his favorite.

“Keep that up and I’ll have to kick you out, Granddaddy Long Beak—then what’ll you do?”

Enjoy the blissful peace and quiet.

You flung a chromatic red sphere at him. It bounced harmlessly off his arm and rolled onto the rug. “All the things I do for you and this is the thanks I get.”

I am keeping my end of our agreement, he reminded you, propping Ru up briefly to emphasize his point, so we are even.

“You’re turning my own son against me.”

I am doing no such thing.

“Look at him. He never looks that happy when I feed him.”

Perhaps he prefers my methods.

“God, you’d think you were his father,” you grumbled.

Khonshu stiffened, but you continued to gather ornaments to hang on the tree, completely oblivious to the fact that he had been perfectly capable of hearing you.

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#moon knight #fanfiction #khonshu #reader insert #khonshu/reader #khonshu x reader #khonshu x you #original character(s)#original male character(s)#original female character(s)#khonshu/you

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MCU Timeline Tracker (Part Two)

header: https://www.pinterest.com/bruhmalfoy/

➤ movies i have already watched:

captain america: the first avenger (2011) captain marvel (2019) iron man (2008) iron man 2 (2010) the incredible hulk (2003) thor (2011) avengers (2012) iron man 3 (2013) thor: the dark world (2013) captain america: the winter soldier (2014) guardians of the galaxy (2014) guardians of the galaxy vol. 2 (2017) avengers: age of ultron (2015) ant-man (2015) captain america: civil war (2016) spider-man: homecoming (2017) doctor strange (2016) black widow (2021) black panther (2018) thor: ragnarok (2017) ant-man and the wasp (2018) avengers: infinity war (2018)

➤ what i am currently watching:

avengers: endgame (2019) wandavision (2021) loki (2021)

got any suggestions? pls lmk & i'd love to check them out!

#y2kawaii #mcu #avengers #tracker #track list #blog update

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Bitchyglitterfox Masterlist

All of my Fics are Reader Insert

Last updated: April 24 2023

** - Indicates Smut

My Recommendation List

House of The Dragon/Game of Thrones

Rhaenyra Targaryen

I Wanna Ruin Our Friendship

Alicent Hightower

The Queen's Secret **

Daemon Targaryen

Moon of my life **

Dragon Riders

Ser Harwin Strong

Coming Soon

Ser Criston Cole

I'll Gladly Be Your Whore **

Aegon Targaryen II

Bath Time

He May Be A Beast Or A Troll

Helaena Targaryen

My Sweet Helaena**

Aemond Targaryen

Little Dove **

Jacerys Velaryon

Remember Me

Christmas Cookies - Modern AU

Go Get'em Tiger

Multiple Characters

Dead Girl Walking

Decorating The Christmas Tree - Modern AU

Series

Survive - Zombie Apocalypse and Modern AU

Marvel - Cinematic and Sonyverse

Moon Knight

Moon Boys Go To Knotts

Rise Once More

Doppelganger

Traditions

Down Bad For Teacher **

The System As College Professors

Sour

Kpop Groups I Think The Moon Boys Would Be Into

Who The Hell Is Moon Knight

Pegging The Moon Knight System**

Jack Russell

Dia De Los Muertos

Champurrado Kisses In the Moonlight

Sorry I Couldn't Save You

Sex Pollen**

Bucky Barnes

A Love Through The Ages

Dancing In The Moonlight

Don't Ever Call Me Doll

With You Til The End Of The Line

Steve Rogers

Travelin' Soldier

One Last Dance

NSFW Alphabet**

Wanda Maximoff

Valentines Day

Moonlight Sunrise

Pietro Maximoff

Angel

Stephan Strange

Anal Play**

Fate

Tony Stark

The One That Got Away

Clint Barton

Marry Me

Peter Parker

Petals and Bullets(TASM)

Always Second Best(TASM)

Full Moon(MSM) Werewolf AU

Multiple Characters

Happy Birthday - Various Avengers

How They Are One Your Period** - MoonKnight and Jack Russell

What I Think My Favorite Characters Smell Like - Moon Knight and Jack Russell

Werewolves and Moon Knights and Magic! Oh My!** Jack Russell and Moon Knight

Incorrect Quotes

Series

Blinding Light** (Hiatus) - Avengers

The Sun Will Shine On Us Again(Hiatus) - Various Avengers

The Sun Will Shine On Us Again Pt 2(Hiatus) - Various Avengers

Dirty Little Secret** - Moon Knight

Stranger Things

Robin Buckley

The Siren And The Fairy**

Stuck

Steve Harrington

Amnesia

First Snow Day

Eddie Munson

Oopsie Daisy

Feeding Time

Christmas Movies

After Concert Treat**

Nancy Wheeler

Coming soon

Jonathan Byers

Breathe Play**

Argyle

Coming soon

Multiple Characters

What I Think My Favorite Characters Smell Like - Eddie Munson and Steve Harrington

Series

Star Wars - OG!Trilogy, Prequels, Sequels, and Shows

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Anakin Skywalker

In Another Life

Luke Skywalker

Shower Sex**

Din Djarin

Forever and Always

Poe Dameron

Hey There Fly Boy

Slashers

House Of Wax

Relaxation

Saviors

Halloween OG and RZ

The Boy

Save Me

Texas Chainsaw Massacre

Showing The Hewitts How To Season Their Food

Multiple Characters

Suckin Off The Slashers**

What I Think My Favorite Characters Smell Like - Sinclair Brothers and Thomas Hewitt

Series

Triple Frontier

Santiago 'Pope' Garcia

Coming soon

Frankie 'Catfish' Morales

Belly Lift

Will 'Ironhead' Miller

Coming soon

Ben 'Benny' Miller

Coming soon

Multiple Characters

No One Gets Left Behind Or Forgotten

Series

The Last Of Us

Clementine

Multiple Characters

Series

COMING SOON

COD: Modern Warfare II

König

Silly little Thoughts

Simon 'Ghost' Reily

Coming soon

John 'Soap' Mactavish

Coming soon

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cookie-sheet-toboggan · 19 hours

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Not quite sure about the ship name, but the two MCU women in your header for the ship ask, please!

Maria Hill x Hope Van Dyne aka Hill of Hope

Why I ship them? Oh boy, it all started with Cobie Smulders as Commander Hill in the MCU. It was love at first sight. I already loved Cobie as Robin from 'How i Met your Mother', but in the MCU she was somehow hotter and gayer. I Instantly jumped on the lesbian!Hill bandwagon. Problem was, the only character to ship her with was Black Widow and I just don't care for ScarJo!Black Widow. She's like the epitome of the straight male gaze, and it didn't help that she was the only female character in the Avengers (at that time), so not only was she "the sexy girl" she was also "the lone girl in a party of all men." Basically, I enjoy what the BlackHill fandom has made out of the ship, but it never quite did it for me cuz only truly loving one of the characters of a ship, make an OTP, it does not.

Fast forward to the Ant-Man and the Wasp movie. I very much dislike the Hope/Scott ship because it was forced/doesn't make sense (like every Hollywood movie where the one boy and the one girl end up together because they're both attractive and that's all it takes), and on top of it all, Hope's character suffers "Trinity Syndrome" over and over again (god the MCU is just rooted in sexism). But saying that, Jesus Christ, Hope is so fucking cool and full of potential, but is constantly held back by her father and dragged down by Scott. But then it hit me!! SHE would be a perfect match for Maria! They would uplift each other, see each other's potential, push the other. So that's what I wrote my first (the first) Hill of Hope fanfic about in Quantum Entanglement.

Thank you so much for the ask!! I know I got rambly but I almost never get to talk about them because our ship is just a blow up dinghy. But we're always looking for new people to join.... more like desperate for more people to join 🙃

#ask game #ships #hill of hope

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sergeantbarnessdoll · 1 month

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Naughty Girl » Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Pairings: Boyfriend!Bucky Barnes x Girlfriend!Reader

Summary: Bucky punishes you for sending him dirty texts while he’s at work.

Warnings: Smut (18+), language, dirty texts, dirty talk, kissing, hickeys, fingering, male masturbation, unprotected sex, rough sex, daddy kink, praise kink, breeding kink, choking, degrading, handcuffs, sex toys, Bucky’s dog tags, name calling (slut, whore), aftercare, use of pet names

Written on my phone. I’m sorry for any kind of mistakes.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators. I found this one on Pinterest.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!🔞

Bucky pulled his phone out of his pocket when it vibrated. He smiles widely when he sees a text from you.

Doll🩷: I want you

Bucky: I’m in a meeting, doll

Bucky shut his phone off and continued to listen to the rest of the meeting. His phone vibrated again. He opened the message to see a picture of you completely naked with your legs spread in front of a full body mirror the two of you just bought, making his eyes go wide. Bucky shifted in his seat, feeling his cock get hard. He completely forgot he was in a meeting. His mind wandered elsewhere. Like how he was going to punish you when he gets home from work.

“You ok, Buck?” Steve asks.

“Uh huh, yea.” Bucky says, clearing his throat.

Bucky shut his phone off and put it back in his pocket. When the meeting was over, Bucky left the Avengers Compound and raced home, zooming through traffic on his motorcycle. Bucky slammed the door to yours and his apartment, walking straight to yours and his shared bedroom in search of you. He found you lying on the bed completely naked.

“Care to explain why you sent me a naked picture of yourself while I was in a meeting, babydoll?” Bucky asks, taking his jacket off and threw it somewhere in the bedroom.

“I was horny, daddy.” You answered. “I still am.” You say.

“Tell me, babydoll…” He approaches the bed. “Did you touch yourself?” He asks.

“Mhmm yes.” You hummed.

“How many times did you cum?” He asks.

“Two times.” You tell him.

Bucky licks his lips and sat down on the bed. He practically manhandled you to get you to lay across his lap.

“Since you decided to act like a slut when I wasn’t home, I’m going to treat you like one.” Bucky says.

His right hand rubbed across your ass cheeks before he landed a harsh smack on it, making you moan. He landed another smack on your ass that was harsher than the first one. Bucky spanked you eighteen more times. Your pussy was dripping by the time he was done spanking you. Your ass was red as a cherry with his hand print on it.

“Lay on your back.” He orders.

You listened and laid down on the bed, hissing when the sheets came in contact with your stinging skin on your ass. You watched as Bucky went in the closet and came out with a box. Your eyes widen. You know that box. It’s the box you and Bucky keep sex toys in. Bucky put the box on the nightstand and pulled a pair of handcuffs out of it.

“Arms above your head.” He instructs.

You put your arms above your head and Bucky handcuffed them to the bed frame. He tied your legs to the bed frame with silk ties. Bucky’s right hand disappeared between your legs, his fingers rubbing your pussy and spreading your wetness around. Your breath hitched in your throat when you seen him pick up a vibrator from the box. It’s the one that can make you cum in seconds. Bucky rubbed it in between your folds, covering it in your wetness before turning it on a low level and held it against your clit, making you squeak.

“Ah fuck, daddy!” You moaned.

Bucky loves watching you fall apart with the vibrator. You begging for him to fuck you with his fingers, tongue, or cock is like music to his ears. He watched intensely as your chest rose and fell, pants and moans of his name leaving your lips. His metal hand went to your breasts, giving one of them a squeeze before pinching your nipple. Bucky repeated the same actions on your other breast. Your pussy clenched around at the feeling. He turned the vibrator up to a higher setting causing you to moan loudly. His metal hand caressed your cheek, his metal thumb rubbing across your bottom lip. You parted your lips just enough for him to slide his thumb in your mouth. You wrapped your lips around his thumb and sucked on it, your tongue swirling around it like it were his cock while holding eye contact with him. A growl left Bucky’s lips as he watched you. Bucky put the vibrator on the highest setting. You arched your back and threw your head back against the pillow in pleasure. Your orgasm was building up quickly. You were right on the edge. It felt like a tidal wave was about to come crashing down on you.

“Oh fuck…” You whimpered. “Can I- ah fuck! Can I please cum daddy?” You asked desperately.

“Cum.” Is all he says.

A loud moan left your lips as you came hard, soaking the sheets beneath you and the vibrator. Bucky nearly came in his pants at the sight of you squirting. He shut the vibrator off and put it on the nightstand, making you whine. That earned you a smack on your thigh.

“Quit your fucking whining or I’ll give you something to whine about.” Bucky says.

You watched with hungry eyes as Bucky stripped off his clothes. Your eyes immediately looked down at his cock, hard and leaking with precum.

“My eyes are up here, doll.” He says, snapping his fingers in your face.

Bucky got on the bed in between your spread legs. You looked at him as he wrapped his right hand around his cock. He thumb swiped over his tip, using his precum as a lubricant. You watched with hungry eyes as he began pumping his cock. You licked your lips, wanting nothing more than to suck his cock. You whined and tugged on the restraints, making Bucky chuckle.

“You did this to yourself, babydoll.” Bucky tells you. “You shouldn’t have been acting like a little whore. Now you have to watch daddy play with his cock.” He says.

“But daddy…” You whined.

“What did I say about whining?” He asks.

“Quit whining or you’ll give me something to whine about.” You answered.

Your eyes stayed glued to his cock as he began jerking himself off. Tingles went through your body when moans fell from his lips.

“You could be putting that pretty little mouth of yours to good use, but it’s too bad you can’t.” He says tauntingly.

Your breathing hitched in your throat as his hand moved faster. Your pussy was wet with slick as you watched his hand move up and down on his cock. Precum leaked down his cock. He used it as a lubricant. You were so focused on his cock that you didn’t even realize that you were drooling.

“Hungry for daddy’s cock, doll face?” Bucky asks.

“I’m always hungry for your fat cock, daddy.” You say.

“Too bad you’re not getting it yet.” He chuckles, making you pout.

You desperately wanted to rub your thighs together for some kind of relief, but you couldn’t, due to the restraints. Bucky looks so incredibly hot. His muscles flexed as pleasure took over his body.

“You look so hot, daddy.” You say, bitting your bottom lip.

“Yea?” He rasps, moving his hand faster.

“Mmm.” You hummed. “So fucking hot.” You say more in a moan.

“I know what you’re doing, doll and it’s not going to work.” He says.

You huffed and pouted as you continued to watch him jerk off. His hand lost rhyme due to his orgasm building up, but regained it.

“You want daddy’s cum, babydoll?” Bucky asks, panting.

“Yes please! Give me your cum, daddy!” You say a little too desperately.

Bucky chuckles at your desperateness. He moved closer to you. His hand moved faster on his cock. Soon enough, his cum landed on your stomach and chest. You moaned at the warm feeling of it. Bucky sat back on his knees to catch his breath for a moment.

“Can you uncuff and untie me now?” You asked, tugging on the restraints.

“No.” Bucky says.

“But I’ve been a good girl for you daddy.” You say with a pout.

“That’s true, but I’m not done with you yet, babydoll.” He says.

Bucky rubbed his hands on your inner thighs, dangerously close to your pussy. He rubbed his cock in between your wet folds, covering it in your slick before tapping his tip on your clit a few minutes, making your hips jolt up at the sensation. He lined his cock at your tight entrance and slid it inside of you in one hard thrust, making you gasp.

“God damn, you’re fucking tight.” Bucky groans, tilting his back a little.

He pulled almost all the way out, only leaving his tip inside of you before thrusting back inside of you hard. You tugged on the handcuffs and threw your head back in pleasure. Bucky’s hands grasped your hips tightly as he fucked into you. Loud moans and screams left your lips. It was like music to Bucky’s ears. Bucky’s eyes wandered your body, stopping at your breast and watched as they bounced every time he thrusted into you.

“Tell me again, babydoll…” Bucky starts. “Why did you send me that naughty picture of you while I was in a meeting?” He asks.

“I wanted you so fucking bad, daddy.” You say more in a whine.

“You’re getting me now, doll face.” He says, his voice a little deeper than normal.

His vibranium hand left your hip, placing it on the headboard above your head. His dog tags dangled in your face. You desperately wanted to grab the chain of his dog tags and give him a filthy kiss. Your eyes wandered further down his perfectly sculpted body, watching as his abs flexed every time he thrusted into you. The perfectly trimmed hair at the base of his cock rubbed against your clit, stimulating it.

“Checking out daddy?” Bucky smirks.

“Mmm.” You moaned.

Your lips parted, a loud moan leaving them when his cock hit your sweet spot. You arched your back in pleasure, tugging on the handcuffs and pressing your chest upwards towards his face. Bucky took the opportunity to mark up your breasts with hickeys. His mouth was occupied on your left breast while his right hand found its place on your left one, squeezing it and pinching your nipple. A gasp left your lips when his teeth grazed your nipple. A tingling sensation shot through your body and your cunt squeezed around his cock at the feeling. He repeated his actions on your other breast, getting the same reaction from you.

Bucky stopped thrusting and pulled out momentarily to untie your ankles from the bed frame. A squeak left your lips when he flipped you over onto your stomach, the chain of the handcuffs twisting. He lifted your hips, angling your ass towards him. He placed his metal hand on the top of your back and pushed the top of your body down against the bed, making you stick your ass out more. He nudged his thigh between yours to spread your legs apart. You moaned when his thigh came in contact with your wet cunt.

“You look so much better in this position.” Bucky says, his hands rubbing your red and sore ass cheeks and gave them a squeeze, the coolness of his vibranium hand soothed the stinging of your ass.

“But I want to look at you while you’re fucking me, daddy.” You say with a pout, looking over your shoulder to look at him.

“You shouldn’t have a naughty girl and sent me a dirty picture of yourself while I was at work.” He says.

Bucky lined his cock at your tight entrance. He circled his tip around your entrance to tease you, making you whine which earned you a smack on your ass.

“How many times do I have to tell you quit fucking whine?” Bucky asks.

“Sorry, daddy.” You mumbled.

Bucky thrusted his cock inside of you in a harsh thrust, making you gasp. His thrusts were more harder and faster than when you were in the first position. His hands have a bruising grip on your hips.

“You look so breedable like this.” He says, taking in the sight in front of him.

“Breed me, daddy.” You blurted out in a moan.

Him hearing those words come out of your mouth made him go feral. The image of you pregnant with his child is the only thing in his mind at the moment.

“I’ll fucking breed you real good, babydoll.” His voice lower than normal. “Everyone will know who you belong to when they see you pregnant with my child.” He says, almost a growl.

His thrust sped up. The sound of skin slapping and the smell of sex filled the bedroom. His cock hitting your sweet spot perfectly with each thrust. Your legs began trembling as your orgasm started to build up. It felt like a tidal wave was about to come crashing down on you.

“Can I- fuck! Can I please cum, daddy?” You asked, begging. “I’ve been a good girl.” You say.

“Cum for me, doll.” He says.

Bucky’s vibranium hand left your hip and reached around your front, blindly finding your clit and began rubbing it in fast circles. A loud moan left your lips as you came hard, your cum soaking your thighs and his cock. Bucky gave your clit a particularly rough run before focusing on his own orgasm which was coming fast. His thrust became sloppy before he regained his pace. A moan left Bucky’s lips as he came inside of you, painting your walls. His thrusts came to a slow stop. He slowly pulled out and sat back on his knees to catch his breath. His eyes watched as his cum dripped out of your pussy. His fingers on his right hand scoop it up and pushed it back inside of you. You moaned and squirmed at the feeling.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, doll face.” Bucky says, uncuffing your wrists that are now red.

“Don’t wanna move.” You mumbled with a pout.

“I’ll carry you.” He says softly.

Bucky picked you up bridal style and carried you to the bathroom. He ran you a warm bath and helped clean you up before cleaning himself up. When you two were done in the bath, he dried you off and carried you back to the bedroom and laid you down on the bed after giving you one of his shirts to wear to bed. He got in bed next to you and wrapped his arms around you protectively, pulling you closer to him.

“I love you, doll.” Bucky says softly, kissing the top of your head.

“I love you too, Bucky.” You say sleepily before falling asleep with your head on his chest.

🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵

-Bucky’s Doll

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lowkey-lokid · 22 days

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About The Mun ☁ Basics: Ash, 21+, Non-binary (any pronouns, Idc) ☁ MDNI, 18+ Only | will post NSFW & TW content ☁ Tracking: lowkey-lokid ☁ Favorites: Loki Avengers era and Loki series ☁ Blocking: Ageless + empty blogs, drama, godmodding ☁ Current # of RPs: 6 - 7 [Please be patient - thanks!]

Directory ☁ Loki's File - About my Loki [Work in Progress!] ☁ Starters — Roleplay starters & asks ☁ Resources — GIFS, headers, icons, etc. ☁ Closed Roleplays — In-progress roleplays. ☁ Open Roleplays — Pre-written starters. [Coming soon!] ☁ Yes, My Brother is an Idiot — Things Thor probably does (according to my Loki) ☁ Asks — All of my asks (general) ☁ Roleplay Asks — All of my RP asks ☁ OOC Asks — Out of character asks

Roleplay Info ☁ Basics: Loki Avengers era + mythology; prefers to be descriptive & uses paragraphs (Tumblr or Discord, but prefer Tumblr). ☁ Ships: Based on chemistry ☁ Open to: OCs, any gender/orientation, dead dove, NSFW, and/or non-con (discuss first, don't assume; heavier stuff will be moved to private Discord server) ☁ Will not do: gore, vore, urine/scat, pedophilia, and/or OCs related to MCU character(s), NSFW with anons (because I can't guarantee you're 18+, no exceptions)

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lokis-dark-queen · 1 year

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The God of Party Planning

Loki Laufeyson/Fem Reader Smut 18+

Summary: Loki has been going out with his favorite girl for a short time. When he hears that her birthday is coming up he helps her best friend, Natasha, plan a surprise party for her. All this time spent with Natasha gives Loki’s girlfriend the wrong idea as she accuses him of being unfaithful. This leads to arguments and eventually, fluffy makeup sex.

Warnings/Notes: SMUT 18+ ONLY!! Unprotected sex, oral sex (f receiving), birthday sex, angst and misunderstandings. Reader is mean to Loki for a little bit but she has a good reason. Loki is emotional in this one.

Word count: 6.2k

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*header from Pinterest*

After one more passionate kiss, she said goodbye to her date and closed the door to her room. Loki had just taken her on the most romantic date she had been on in her life. He took her to a beautiful rooftop restaurant, that he completely bought out so they would be alone. They were both in the spotlight, she was the newest member of the avengers and Loki… Well, he was popular for many wrong reasons. She saw through all of that, however, and continued to pursue a romantic relationship with him. Even with the protest from the other avengers.

The relationship was new, so new that they haven't even had sex yet. Neither of them have had a functional relationship in years, actually, their whole life. Currently, she was enjoying the fantasy romance with stolen kisses in secret corners. However, Loki was attractive, insanely attractive, and she could only put off her urges for so long before she would go insane. He couldn’t help that he had pure sex appeal dripping from every pore on his flawless face.

She took off her shoes and undid the halter top of her black, knee length dress, exposing her breasts in the process. Her nipples were pebbling from the perverse thoughts of the god of mischief. They shared a prolonged makeout session on the other side of the door only seconds ago, the feeling of his lips still burning on hers. The ghost-like feeling of his hands wandering her body remained. And her now discarded dress still held his warmth from how close he was to her.

Laying down on the bed, facing the ceiling, her soft hand trailed down to her panties. Her fingers slipped underneath the waistband, teasing herself in the process. She imagined Loki above her, kissing her, touching her, pleasuring her. What would his hands feel like as they explored her bare skin? They were rough, yet somehow gentle at the same time. She noticed the first time he took her hand in his as he brought it to his delicate lips. Ooh his lips~ she imagined how they would look kissing down her body, sucking her nipples and kissing her clit. She played with her pussy as her imagination went wild, the drug that was Loki intoxicating her mind and body.

Little did she know, Loki was doing exactly the same. After he rushed back to his room in the tower, two floors beneath hers, he immediately tore off his tie. Their makeout session had made his dick unbearably hard beneath his trousers. He didn’t even bother taking off all of his clothes as he crashed onto his own bed, green silken sheets giving out underneath his frame as he slipped himself from his pants. His cock bobbed to attention, craving the touch of the very woman he fantasized about, at the moment, however, his hand would have to do. Lubricating his shaft with the sticky bead of precum that leaked from his tip, he began to stroke himself. He recalled their date, her precious laugh that would come out whenever Loki told a joke or an embarrassing story about Thor when they were kids that made him feel like he just hit a home run. And that dress, damn her for wearing that while sitting across from him. He thought about how easy it would be to undo the knot at her neck and reveal her perfect breasts to him. He wanted her, all of her, and he wasn’t sure how much longer he could take this torture.

So why wait? Why would they torture themselves like this? It’s simple really, they loved the thrill of the chase. The more that they tortured themselves by distancing themselves from each other, the more rewarding the end result would be, or so they thought. It wouldn’t take much longer for them to break anyway, it could be any day now.

The next day, Loki sat in the shared living room in the tower. He normally wouldn’t, but it was actually peaceful right now. The only other people in the room were Steve and Natasha, and they were busy doing their own things. Steve was going through files at the table and Natasha was lounging on the couch that was across from the chair Loki was sitting in, mindlessly scrolling on her phone. Loki read his book in silence, he didn’t mind company, as long as they were quiet. If Stark were to walk through the doors, then Loki would immediately get up to leave. But luckily he was on a different floor of the tower, working on his projects.

That silence was briefly broken by Steve making a comment as he held up a file.

“Huh, isn’t that next week?” He softly spoke to himself.

“What is?” Natasha asks from her place on the couch without looking up from her phone.

Steve muttered her name, causing Loki to turn his head, “It’s her birthday in a week.”

Loki’s heart fluttered, her birthday. He immediately began planning in his head. What would he get her?

For a brief moment, Loki seemed to forget that Natasha was her closest friend in the whole building as she jumped from her place on the couch.

“We have to throw a party for her!” She exclaims, “A surprise party!”

“It won’t be much of a surprise if you keep yelling.” Loki states while placing his book down.

“I don’t know Nat.” Steve rubs the back of his neck, placing the file down on the table, “She's still so new, wouldn’t it be weird? I mean, it would be Tony’s call anyway.”

Natasha saunters over to the blond man, “And Tony is always looking for an opportunity to drink. Let's give him one.” She places her hands on his shoulders, rubbing soft circles with her thumbs.

Loki rolled his eyes across the room, they were clearly doing stuff behind closed doors.

“I thought this was about her?” Loki reminds the redhead as he stands from the couch.

“It is, we just have to get Tony on board.” She tells him.

“Get Tony on board with what, exactly?” The billion dollar man himself asked as he walked into the living room.

Although Loki mentally stated earlier that he would leave the room if Tony were to walk in, the current conversation piqued his interest too much.

Natasha explains that her best friend’s birthday is in a week and she wants permission to use the ballroom and bar for a venue to throw a surprise party.

Stark pauses in thought, “You’re lucky I just got a new shipment of bottles in for the bar. If you put it together, then sure, I don’t care.” He answers before nonchalantly walking to the kitchen as if nothing happened.

“What? All by myself?” She whines.

“I only use my party planners for important events, not the new girl’s birthday party.” He pauses and looks at the empty coffee pot, “Hey, what is this? Rules are whoever finishes has to brew the next one, c’mon guys.” He angrily grabs the bag of coffee beans as Rogers attempts to hide his half finished cup of coffee.

“Fine, I don’t need your help anyway.” She goes to walk out of the room.

Loki does his best attempt at hiding his anger towards Stark, how dare he speak of her in such a way, like she means nothing. To Loki, she meant everything, and he was more than willing to prove that.

“Romanoff, wait,” He stops the angry Russian woman on her way out, “I’ll help you.”

Steve and Tony shoot him a weird look from across the room. Loki returns it with a cold glare.

Natasha smiles in realization, “Oh yeah, she told me you guys just started going out. Well, this should get you some good brownie points, if you know what I mean.” She winks as Steve rolls his eyes in disgust.

Loki, still being somewhat unfamiliar with ‘Midgardian phrases’ as he called them, didn’t know what she meant as he cocked his head in confusion. “Brownies? What does that have to do with anything?”

Natasha is the one to roll her eyes this time as she lets out a breathy laugh, “It’s a figure of speech, don’t worry about it. C’mon, we have a party to plan.” She grabs his wrist and pulls him behind her as she rushes out of the room.

Over the course of the next few days, Loki spent more time with Natasha as they planned the party. They were secretive, often hiding in a dark corner of the library or the empty ballroom so they could lay out where everything would go. Loki learned more about the girl as Natasha told him stories about missions they went on together, as well as embarrassing stories from drunken nights out on the town. He fell more in love with every word about her.

The day before the party that she was still none the wiser about, she lurked the hallaways, looking for her God. She had only seen him briefly within the past few days, he seemed busy, she wondered why. Surely the avengers didn't trust him with anything important, so what was he doing? Her upcoming birthday was the last thing on her mind as she searched for those raven curls.

Eventually, she found him, in a narrow corner of the library. She mentally kicked herself for not checking there first. Sneaking around a bookshelf, intending to surprise him, she saw Natasha, they were both clueless to her presence.

“Just please, make sure she doesn’t find out. I don’t want to ruin it.” Loki speaks quietly to the redhead, who nods in agreement.

The prying girl’s heart drops to her stomach, feeling as if she had been stabbed. How could he? With her best friend as well? She walked away quickly from the horrifying scene, her stomach churned and she felt like she would be sick.

She darted to her room and slammed the door, unable to hold it together for any longer. She fell to her knees, crying like a mad woman. No man was perfect, but Loki? He was so amazing, he had been hurt before, he opened up to her and she felt safe enough to do the same with him. It was all an illusion. What turned him away? Was it because she didn’t have sex with him? Perhaps he grew bored and impatient, moving on to the next available woman. She recalled his kisses, they were so sweet and genuine. It all didn’t matter in the end, he was the god of lies after all, what else did she expect?

And Natasha, how could she? Natasha knew that her best friend was in love with Loki, she had cautioned her many times, trying to convince her to avoid him because he was trouble. But, there she was, hiding with him in dark corners, just as Loki did with her before. Was it payback? Or maybe Natasha wanted him all this time.

She remained in her room for the rest of the day, wallowing in bed, feeling hollow. She thought about how she would confront Loki, and ultimately, break up with him. The thought nearly made her burst into tears once again, however, her eyes were too dry.

The next morning was a nightmare. After praying that what she saw was only a dream, she was pulled back into reality after a restless night of sleep. Dragging herself out of bed, she sulked to the bathroom. She really didn’t want to cry on her birthday, not that it was different than any other day at this point. Her eyes were puffy, cheeks stained with tears. Part of her couldn’t believe she had let a man tear her apart this much, but here she was. She put makeup on to hide her sorrow and brushed her tangled hair. The least she could do was treat herself.

She headed straight for the elevator to take her to the ground level, she hoped not to run into anyone. She didn’t want anyone to suspect anything was wrong, and as far as she knew, no one knew it was her birthday. Thankfully, the elevator remained vacant the whole way down. The tower was quieter than usual, she noticed immediately. Part of her wished that everyone left and she could have the place to herself, maybe she’d even go swimming in their pool later.

Spending the better part of her day in the city, buying coffee, shopping, and going to her favorite music store, she distracted herself. Even though she was doing all of her favorite things, she still felt numb. Nothing made her happy, nothing filled the void that Loki had left. Her last stop was a local bakery, where she picked up a small cake, big enough for her to pick at for the next few days. She had no intention of sharing, however.

The tower was still disturbingly silent when she returned, it sent a chill down her spine. She headed directly to her room. The door was locked, however, when she opened it she was greeted with a sight that she really did not want to see.

Loki stood there, he was worried. He walked straight to her, causing her to duck out of the way. She didn’t know what to say, she hadn’t figured that part out yet.

Loki raised an eyebrow as she went out of her way to avoid him. “Darling, where have you been? Why are you avoiding me?”

She placed the bag that contained the cake on her desk, rage filled her eyes as her back was turned to him. “I’ve been avoiding you? Don’t be ridiculous.” She scoffs.

“Tell me what's wrong, please.” He begged behind her.

She whipped around with tears in her eyes, the action causing Loki to slightly jump. “You want to know what's wrong, huh? You want to know why I’m avoiding you? C’mon Loki, I thought you were smart.” His hands reach out for her before she slaps them away, “You are nothing but the god of lies, I should have never gotten involved with you.”

Her words stabbed him and he didn’t even understand why she said them. Every action that he had done ran through his head as he panicked, he couldn’t recall doing anything wrong. “Darling, please, I don’t understand. Why are you saying these things?” He held his hands in front of him in surrender, tears began to prick his blue eyes.

“BECAUSE YOU CHEATED ON ME, YOU BASTARD!” She yelled, pushing him aside as she tried to get away before he caught her wrist, holding her against him as she struggled. “Loki! Let go!”

“No! Not until you tell me where you heard these lies!” He growls.

“Heard? No. I saw you, I caught you” She spat with venom.

“When? With who? Stop fueling these delusions!”

She struggled even more against him as his hold persisted. Even with these overwhelming emotions, he held her softly so that he wouldn’t hurt her, his precious flower.

“Is this torture? You want me to tell you about your infidelity? Fuck you! I hate you!” She began to cry, her legs giving out beneath her. For the first time, she feared Loki, he was stronger, more powerful. He could do whatever he wanted, if he so pleased. Her body began to shake from fear and crying.

Loki went down with her, carefully sitting her on the floor with him. He held her against his chest, her actions were beginning to scare him as well. “Yes, because I have no idea what you are talking about. I just want you.” His voice cracked as he tried to reason with her.

She managed to speak in between broken sobs, “Natasha, I s-saw you two, in the l-library.”

Loki sighs, ‘That was what she saw.’ He thought. He loosens his grip on her, at this point however, she was too defeated to stand. “And what were we doing?” He asks.

“I don’t know.” She mumbled, shrugging her shoulders. “Talking.”

“Did you hear what we were saying?” He tries to get an answer out of her.

“I heard you say that you didn’t want me to find out about something, that you didn’t want to ruin ‘it’, whatever that is.” She shoots him a deadly glare as he begins to form a smile on his face.

“And, if I may ask, what did you assume we were talking about?”

“Your secret relationship, you didn’t want me to find out.” She mutters.

Loki gave her a smirk, pushing a stand of hair behind her ear, the action caused her to flinch slightly, still feeling untrustworthy toward the god. “I have always admired your imagination, darling. But, I’m afraid that it has done you wrong this time around.” She continued to glare at him, “What if I said I could prove you wrong?”

She scoffs sarcastically, “Wrong? How?”

“You want to know what we were really talking about?” He lets out a small grunt as he stands, offering her his hand, “I’ll show you, right now.”

The whole reason Loki was here in the first place was to bring her to the party downstairs. They were keeping everyone waiting, Loki hoped that they hadn't left by now. Sorting out this misunderstanding was more important anyway. He would rather die again than have her hate him.

Her look turns from anger to suspicion as she cautiously accepts his hand. He gently pulls her up with him. As he does so, she feels an electric, slightly cold feeling surrounding her. Her previous outfit disappeared as it was replaced with a black cocktail dress, adorned with small sparkles. She felt the weight of something on her head, she reached up to touch it. It was a tiara, small and dainty, but nevertheless beautiful.

“Happy Birthday, my love.” He brushes his knuckles against her cheek, admiring every feature of her face.

“H-how did you know?” She stutters in shock.

“I have my sources, now,” He offers his arm to her, “Shall we?”

Hand still shaking, she carefully accepts his arm. She had hope and was willing to give him one more chance. Loki led her to the elevator, she watched his long finger press the button for their intended floor. Her eyebrow raised in confusion, noticing that the floor he selected was the party room where Stark held most of his events. She began putting the pieces together as the elevator dinged and the doors opened.

Her body jumped as she was greeted with a loud, simultaneous shout of “Surprise” from everyone there waiting for her. Her hands covered her mouth in shock, no one had ever done anything like this for her before as a small tear fell from her eyes. This time, it was a tear of happiness. Everyone went to greet her and wish her a happy birthday.

After the initial excitement of her presence died down and everyone went to talk in groups among themselves, she found Natasha. A pang of regret flowed through her, questioning how she came to such an extreme conclusion after seeing them together only once.

The redhead smiled and handed her a drink, “So, what do you think?” She asks.

“It’s amazing, I had no idea that you even knew when my birthday was.” The stunned woman replied as she scanned the room, admiring the decorations.

“Steve has a big mouth, he was going through files and he found yours.” She winks and takes a sip of her own drink.

The birthday girl lets out a silent ‘ah’ in realization, “Thank you, Nat.”

“Oh how I wish I could take all the credit.” She sighs overdramatically, “Loki did most of this actually, I just kind of gave him ideas. I'm sorry I tried to steer you away from him, he’s not as bad as I thought.” She admits and apologizes, causing her friend’s expression to drop which she immediately notices. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

“I feel awful. I accused Loki of doing something that he didn’t do. He probably hates me now.” She looks down at her drink, fingertips fidgeting with the glass.

“I don’t think that’s possible.” Natasha butts in.

“Why do you say that?”

“Because, he really, and I mean really, cares about you. Every second of our party planning he was stressing over what colors the decorations should be, the flavor of the cake, and just whether or not you would like the party.”

Natasha’s words made her feel even more guilty, she had to find Loki and apologize. However, she had noticed his lack of presence since she got off the elevator.

“Where is he?” She asks, looking around the room frantically for her raven haired god.

“I think I saw him walk out to the balcony.” Natasha points in the direction of his assumed location. The worried girl immediately made her way out to him before she heard Nat speak up again behind her, “Don’t be gone too long! You’ll be opening presents soon!”

She tuned out her best friend’s words, not caring about presents at the moment. All she wanted was Loki, she needed him. Her heart pounded in her ears as she quickly made her way to him. Sure enough, there he was, standing solemnly on the balcony while staring at the city beneath him. He looked like a king, observing his kingdom below him. She wondered what he thought about, was he recalling his attempted rule from a few years ago?

“Loki?” She cautiously walked up to him, unsure if he was upset with her.

“Are you enjoying your party?” He asks, his back still turned to the woman behind him.

“I am.” She walks up closer to him, desperate to feel his warmth again. She still keeps a slight distance between them, still unable to read him at the moment. “Natasha told me about all the effort you put into it, thank you, so so much Loki. And…” She sighs, regret and shame flowing through her veins, “I am so sorry, about the accusation, about the way I treated you. I should’ve never assumed what was happening. I just jumped to conclusions and I didn’t want to lose you.” She apologizes, her head hung in defeat.

It didn’t take long for two familiar, warm arms to embrace her. She happily accepted Loki’s embrace, a symbol of his acceptance to her apology. She wrapped her arms around him, holding him as tight as she could, never wanting to let go again.

“It’s alright darling, I understand where you were coming from. But, just know that you are the only woman who my eyes focus on, who my heart beats for, and who I live for.” He stroked her hair and placed a soft kiss on her temple. She pulled away slightly to look him in his soft eyes, she could tell they had shed a few tears, and they were all her fault. He leaned down, closing the gap between their lips as they met in a soft kiss. His arms wrapped tightly around her waist as he pulled her flush against his body. Her hands ran up his toned biceps, hidden underneath that midnight black button up shirt, to the nape of his neck, where she played with the curls that brushed his shoulders. The kiss became deeper, more passionate, it wasn’t long before they were almost having another full blown make out session before they were so rudely interrupted.

“I’m so glad that you guys sorted your issues out, but I told you that presents were happening soon and you ignored me.” Natasha rolled her eyes as she spoke while peeking out to the balcony.

Loki groaned in annoyance after being rudely interrupted by Natasha. His beloved only giggled before responding to her best friend, “We’ll be right there.”

Immediately after Natasha turns her back to the couple, their kiss resumes. When she eventually tries to break away, Loki moves his kisses to her jaw and then her neck. She gave out a breathy laugh as he kissed her ticklish spot, her body arching into his.

“My love…” He mumbles as his lips explore her skin, “I need you, I don’t want to wait anymore. I crave you.”

“Would you be willing to wait another twenty minutes so I can open my presents?” She asks.

Loki pulled away and cupped her cheek, “Twenty minutes. Or else I give everyone in that room a show.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time, mischief.” She laughs before dragging the sexually frustrated god back inside with her.

Everyone surrounded her as she opened her gifts, most of which contained jewelry and gift certificates to high end stores in New York. It was all overwhelming, she had never been treated like this on her birthday before. Loki was right there next to her, his hand would rest on her back when he noticed her anxiousness. She wondered if he was actually keeping track of the passing time, and what he would do once twenty minutes had passed.

After all the presents were received everyone went to go eat cake and drink the rest of the night away. Loki went to help her carry her stuff out before Steve spoke up behind them, “Hey! Aren’t you guys staying for cake?” He asks.

“We're just putting all my gifts in my room really quick.” She tells Steve before turning to leave with Loki.

They of course had no intention of being quick, or coming back to the party. Everyone else seemed to be enjoying it more anyway. Her and Loki had more important matters to deal with.

They set her gifts down immediately as they entered the room. It took no time before Loki was on her once again, kissing every sliver of exposed skin that he could find.

“Tell me you want this.” He mumbles against her collarbone.

“Please, Loki, I need you.” She whines.

He picks her up by her waist, his godlike strength made it feel like he was lifting a feather. Her legs wrapped around his hips out of instinct as she buried her fingers in his inky locks. Their lips met once again in desperation. He walked to the bed and gently laid her on it, taking his position on top of her as he did so. Their lips never parted as her back softly met the mattress beneath.

Loki’s hands ran up and down the expanse of her form, her legs fell open, an invitation for the god of mischief to find comfort between them. He happily did so as their steamy makeout session continued, it was sloppy and filled with desperation and desire. His head spun as if her lips gave him a high, one that was very addictive. Her fingers toyed with his curls. She loved his hair so much, it was extremely soft and it held the scent of his shampoo. His scent was a comfort to her, a feeling of home.

“Loki, baby… don’t you dare be a tease.” She groans underneath him after their lips briefly parted.

He immediately sought out her kiss again as he growled, “On your birthday? Never.” He smirked against her mouth, their combined saliva trailed between their parted lips.

She giggled lightly before working on the buttons of his sinful, black shirt. Somehow, she hated and loved the way it sluttishly clung to his waist. She focused on his breathing, heavy and uneven, as she worked every frustrating button open until his pale form was revealed to her lust filled eyes. Her hands ran up his heated skin, feeling every muscle and detail that he had to offer.

“Enjoying yourself, birthday girl?” He smiled as he caught her wrist and brought it to his lips for a soft kiss.

“Very much so, but don’t interrupt me. I’m unwrapping my favorite gift.”

Loki breathily laughed, his tongue slightly reaching out to wet his upper lip as he did so. He reluctantly let go of her wrist so that she could continue. She made no effort to flip him onto his back and tear his remaining clothes off. No, this was appreciation, this was worship.

She placed her hands underneath the shirt and he helped her brush it off of his form. He now hovered topless above her, she couldn’t resist as she sat up and placed a kiss against his collarbone. His hand went to her lower back to support her as her soft lips explored his skin.

In all his long life, Loki had never felt so loved and appreciated. She treated him gently, as if he were the finest porcelain with faint cracks that would soon break. He didn’t understand this, what did he do to deserve this woman? The woman that he confided in, that he cried to, and that he would die for. He couldn’t hold back that tear that dripped down his cheek. She noticed this, looking up at him with those innocent looking doe eyes.

She cocked her head in concern and wiped his tears with her thumb, “Are you okay, my love?” She asks.

He sighed in content as his forehead rested against hers, “I've truly never been happier.”

She can’t hold back the proud smile that adorned her face as Loki gently tugged her body down onto the bed. Her dress disappeared just as quickly as it came, with a glint of green magic from Loki. Now, it was Loki’s turn to worship. His lips trailed her bare breasts, his warm breath against her hot skin sent shivers down her spine. As his tongue circled her hard nipple, she nearly jumped out of her skin. She had never imagined Loki to be such a gentle and emotional man in bed, however, she certainly wasn’t complaining.

Loki eventually made his way down to the apex of her thighs, he had left her panties on when he undressed her, wanting to unwrap a gift for himself.

He dipped his fingertips into the lace waistband, wasting no time as he slipped them down her legs.

“Oh darling, you still have yet to receive my gift.” He growled, kissing her inner thigh.

She inhales sharply, “And what would that be, m-mischief?” she stutters, beginning to lose her composure.

Loki takes one slow lick up her wet slit, “Me, of course.” He smirks against her pussy before fully going down on her.

Her hand finds its way in his hair once again, this time pulling at it, causing the god to groan. He liked it, of course he did.

His tongue circled in erotic patterns at her soaking entrance, he moved his head in a slight circular motion, causing his nose to rub against her clit perfectly. He clearly knew what he was doing as he lapped at her like a man starved.

Her back arched off the bed to meet his movements and bring him closer to her so that the much needed friction would be stronger. Her thighs clasped tighter around his head, not currently caring or thinking if he was suffocating. Loki surely didn’t seem to mind as his actions became more adamant. She moaned out for him with her head thrown back. Loki opened his eyes and saw a goddess before him. She was so indescribably perfect as her body reacted to touch. It was a sight that would be permanently tattooed in his brain until his final days.

“Loki! LOKI! Please… I’m so c-close i-” She cried out, her body quivering as he made the knot in her stomach tighten even more.

“Do it. Cum for me.” He inserted two fingers into her wet cunt and curled them against that spot that pushed her over the edge.

She screamed his name, tears of absolute pleasure fell from her eyes and her cum soaked his lower face. He moaned against her pussy, absolutely getting off on this.

He kissed his way back up her body and held her close to him. His erection strained against his trousers uncomfortably. They melted off his body in a green shimmer. She was still breathing heavily, trying to recover from the mind blowing orgasm she had been gifted. She gasped as she felt his hard cock against her thigh.

“My love.” He kissed her jawline and her cheek before placing a final kiss against her lips. “How are you?” He asks with a small laugh.

She smiles and wraps her arms around his neck, “I’m amazing, thanks for asking.” She places another short kiss on his lips, “I think that was my favorite birthday gift of the whole evening.”

“Well… there is more to it.” He bucks his hips so that the head of his cock nudges her clit, “If you wish to continue, that is.”

“Yes please, my king.” She smirks.

Loki’s ego was immediately boosted at her nickname as he lined himself up with her entrance. He ran his head up and down her soaked slit, she groaned and dug her fingernails into his shoulders as a warning to not tease. Who was he to deny her? And himself.

They let out a synchronized gasp as he breaches her. This was perfect, she was perfect.

He buried his face in the crook of her neck, taking in her natural scent as he slowly began to move his hips. There was a time for rough fucking, and then there were times like these, where they both just wanted to be loved and worshipped. Loki had never felt comfortable enough with any of his past partners to be this vulnerable and loving. She was different, however, he just wanted to get lost in her like this all day, every day.

One of his hands wrapped around the back of her left thigh, lifting her leg so that it wrapped around his hip and his thrusts found a satisfying rhythm.

Her eyes rolled back into her head as she lightly scratched her fingernails down his back. His cock felt perfect inside of her. She mentally cursed to herself for not giving into his desire earlier. This was somehow heaven and pure sin at the same time as he claimed her.

Loki lifted his head, he was making no effort to conceal his moans and she loved it.

His nose touched hers as their breathing became heavier, “Good girl.” He breathed out, “Good fucking girl.”

His words caused her to squeeze him tighter, “Loki~” She whined.

He moaned louder as her cunt tightened around his throbbing cock, “I’m right here darling, I-I’m never leaving you… fuck!”

She bit at his lips in an attempt to feel them against hers again. Loki took the hint and kissed her deeply, his thrusts speeding up as he did so.

Every little foolish worry melted away as they chased their highs together. Loki wanted to cum, but he also didn’t want this blissful moment to end. She now wrapped her legs around his waist, a subtle encouragement to make him speed up.

Almost as if he could read her mind, he did exactly as she wished. One hand held her face as the other trailed down to her clit. He rubbed it in tight circles, determined to make her cum with him.

“Oh Loki! You’re gonna make me… fuck baby! C-Cum again!” She tried her best to form a complete warning for him.

“Cum with me my queen, I need you to.” He begged. His quick, desperate thrusts worked in time with his determined fingers on her clit.

The slight burn of her fingernails scratching into the flesh of his back was just what he needed to be pushed over the edge. His grinding motions that he made as he came inside of her created the perfect friction for her to join him in bliss. Her entire body clung to his frame as she rode out her powerful orgasm.

She went silent for a few long seconds, accidentally causing Loki concern in the process.

“Love?” He got her attention as she collected herself.

“Yeah?” She looked up at him, looking absolutely fucked.

He just smiled and kissed her forehead, “Nothing. I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“I’m more than okay.” She reassures him.

Loki pulls his softening cock out of her before collapsing beside her. His arms reached around her as they held each other in silence.

“Thank you Loki, that was the best birthday gift ever.” She kissed his bare shoulder that was covered in a thin sheen of sweat. “And I’m sorry for what I said earlier. I just didn't want to lose you.”

“Water under the bridge, darling, don’t worry about it. You have me, I promise.”

They laid there in silence for a minute or two before she spoke again.

“I love you, Loki.” She admits somewhat quietly, partially hoping that he had already fallen asleep.

Loki pulls back and looks into her eyes, she is tense as she waits for his reaction.

“I love you too.” He kissed her lips briefly before he pulled her even closer.

Just like that, they contently fell asleep in each other’s arms. Those at the party downstairs wondered where the birthday girl had disappeared to. Natasha only smirked as she continued downing her drink. She would definitely be teasing her about this tomorrow.

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