Where I share my headcanons, drabbles, and oneshots that appear in my head; whether it is oriented around mcu or marvel rivals, both are living in my head rent free.
a/n: took this idea from one of my friends oops . a bit rushed i did this in like 30 minutes. back to rivals i go. enjoy i think who doesn’t love warloki goldenfrost? haven’t wrote smut in a hot minute btw sorry if it’s kinda trash
cw: degradation, choking. loki is watching adam fuck his clone.
nsfw under the cut, minors go away!
“you requested this yourself, yet you appear.. unable to handle it?” loki mocked. he couldn’t help but let out a cruel laugh. his clone was laid down against the soft green sheets, adam atop him with his rear pressed against his cock. he had felt a sense of guilt for never taking a dominant place in their sexual lives. although loki didn't mind it, it still bothered him. perhaps practicing with a clone of his would help ease his worries.
now.. how could loki reject such a request? who wouldn’t be turned on by the sight of their partner fucking themselves onto a clone of them? it certainly wouldn’t be a possibility for most, but for loki it was.
“i.. i did not expect it to be this demeaning.” adam choked out, pressing himself further down onto the clone's cock, “it’s you watching.. that is the issue.” he mumbled.
as he looked down at the clone of his lover, sweat dripped down his forehead. it was a pretty sight, truly— but with the real loki on the side, watching him for every little mistake, he felt flustered. he didn’t feel in control the way he should’ve felt, he just felt as if this was some joke.
“wrap your hands around his neck, dear.” loki had demanded, trying to guide adam’s hands.
“what—? i.. i don’t want to do that.” he responded, pushing away his hands.
“i do it to you often, do i not?”
“yes, but.. inflicting it is much different.”
“learning is what we’re here for. give it a go.”
with a heavy heart, he wrapped his hands around the clone's neck. he made sure to be gentle yet firm with his touch. sure, it wasn’t him, but it felt so real. he felt the guilt, yet the pleasure it inflicted. if he closed his eyes, and if loki had shut his mouth, then maybe he’d feel in control.
“yes.. like that.. oh, you’re being so gentle, aren’t you?” he mocked once more, the tone in his voice only getting more cruel. this wasn’t ‘practice’, this was humiliation, “he, well, i guess i am making such pretty noises. am i not—?”
“loki.. stop—“ adam chokes out, “stop talking.” adam interrupted, his voice stern. he wanted to hear his moans, how the clone was feeling. he must’ve been enjoying it, his soft groans only encouraging adam to increase his speed so selfishly.
“how cruel you are to me in such a state.. very well.” loki had grumbled, sitting back down on his chair as he watched.
“you’re taking me so well, loki..” adam says in a soft whisper, his eyes purely onto the clone. the clone responded with a nod, his eyes rolled back, “you’re going to cum inside me. okay? that is a demand.”
Heyo! Can I request some hcs for loki and luna snow (separate please lol) and how they'd act falling in love with reader (and them, ugh, dealing with their emotions /silly) and then maybe a few for them being in a brand new relationship? Thanks in advance!
They're so slay I love them sm
luna snow — falling in love with you
g/n reader - sfw
not proofread, lowercase intended
a/n: i hope my interpretation of her is somewhat to people’s liking.. my only impression of her is through rivals. ty for my first request being a lady i love women ~ i’ll do loki in a separate post later!
— for her, i feel as if she does not fall in love very easily. being a famous idol along with being a superhero gets you a lot of attention. her ideal partner would likely be someone who isn’t a huge fan of her in the first place, i’d be tiring to have to put up that idol act at a constant.
— it will definitely be a slow process. she notices that she has slight biases when it comes to you. but, she won’t make any grand gestures just yet; she doesn’t even know how she feels exactly. !! and she doesn’t like to be rash about decisions like that. again, she has a public image to maintain.
— this doesn’t mean it won’t be lost on you, though.. she is flirty and playful (from her dialogue with other characters), and you can’t really tell if it’s just the way she is or if she has genuine intention. just comments here or there that makes you question how she feels, but nothing too risky.
— i think a few times she slips up and says something a bit too much for her liking and flusters herself, even more-so whatever response you conjured up.
— she’s also a very busy lady! so making time for one on one time with you is a way she shows love. she’s lost people in her life so she knows it all too well, would rather feel tired than regret.
— luna is very self sacrificing, you can tell that much from her backstory and the way she interacts with the other heroes. i’d take you having to sustain some sort of injury for her to be like… “my feelings go past being just friends, and i need to do something about it..”
— after she’s cooled down about the situation, she would be very upfront about her feelings. she’s all serious about it as well, because she wants you to know it wasn’t something she thought about aimlessly.
— as much as she’d like to brag about how you’re her new partner, she’s not able to. so she makes it up by being extra affectionate in private! the luna that was your friend is very very different to the one that’s your girlfriend.
— making a public spectacle of your relationship would complicate things, and there’s really no reason too. but regardless she wants to make you feel special.
— her music is an outlet for her, and while her lyrics aren’t very blatant, you’ll know if something was made for you. as you listen for the first time, she’d be staring dead at you to see if you noticed !!
Asgard was once a place that was said to give people hope, a place that birthed gods, goddesses, and warriors. Yet now, now it was a place that reeked of death.
Despite this foulness that permeated the very feeling of the noble realm, it still held a deceptive beauty. Towering golden spirals that seemed to reach for the heavens, grandiose buildings that could house the greatest of feasts, sparring ranges that spanned across large lots of land. Asgard was beautiful, but Adam knew that the one who ruled it was not. He could sense the darkness that encircled he and his fellow Guardians the moment their ship began the approach to the mighty kingdom.
"Ah, the Guardians of the Galaxy. I had a feeling you may appear before me."
Feeling a chill run down his spine, Adam tensed as a ghostly illusion of the Trickster God appeared before him. Rocket had grabbed his gun, climbing up onto Groot's shoulders, Mantis seemed to stiffen, and Peter clicked down his helmet with a mechanical whir. Even though Adam knew and recognized that this configuration was nothing to worry over, it still instilled a fear within him. Stepping in front of the others, Adam stood before the God. "We only come to talk, God of Mischief, this conflict that is purging and shifting our realities is a threat to everyone. Including Asgard and its people."
"There is no threat that I cannot vanquish, for I am more than a mere Trickster God. Such a simple name for someone with such feats as I. But yes, come forward and propose to me an offer out of desperation, it will be most amusing."
Golden eyes tracked the movement of the verdant specter, watching as the illusion circled him and him alone before vanishing as if it had never been present in the first place. The Guardians released a breath in unison, settling back down as their ship flew to dock at Asgard's port. "Rocket, I suggest you stay with the ship. I do not trust we will not witness combat."
The anthropomorphic procyonid seemed less than pleased to be asked to stay behind, leveling Adam with a deadly side eye as he hopped up into his chair in the cockpit. "Oh sure! Make the little guy stay behind. Whose to say I can't handle myself out there, I'll take his helmet and beat him with it." Rocket scoffed, settling his gun down on the console and turning away from everyone else to watch their descent. Peter laughed, clearly amused, and slowly walked over to scratch between Rocket's ears and make him feel better.
He almost got his hand bitten in return.
"Be calm, Rocket. We may need you to-" Mantis' attempt to soothe her friend was instead met with collective silence as a sudden darkness overshadowed what was once bright and golden.
"I am Groot?"
"Yeah...I see it too, buddy."
The ship shook as it came down to land, the glass panel of the flight deck allowing them to look out and see none other than the glowing green eyes of Hela's undead war hound. The large canine leaned forward to sniff at the barrier between he and them, growling as he turned to walk a measurable distance away. In the space created, Adam saw the Goddess of Death herself; her crown glinted in the Asgardian sunlight, skin pale but not ghastly, and her piercing gaze assessed them as if they were naught but more souls to feed her Realm.
"Well... there's no time like the present, let's get moving, I don't think this kinda hot scary death lady is going to wait very long. Rocket, drop the ramp." Peter moved to stand before the inclined plane. The ship opened slowly, the hydraulics opening with a whir and a click as the ramp gave them access to exit onto this foreign soil.
Adam moved behind Peter, flanking him with Mantis while Groot held the rear position. The air smelled rather sweet, like many ripe fruits were in bloom; yet, as they approached the Death Goddess, the scent was more sour, more sickly. "My brother tells me you've come to propose him a deal?" Hela's raspy tone was unamused, her hip jutting out to the side whilst she absentmindedly checked her nails. "I do not see what any of you could possibly have to offer. Any of you, except perhaps.." Her gaze trailed over them until coming to a halt on Adam.
"You..I've heard of you. Avatar of Life...Master of All Souls." She sneered, as if the very existence of him was a threat. "You can offer my brother something worth while." Hela shifted her hips, suddenly more squared off, like she was preparing to fight.
"Adam...we should lea-" Mantis' warning was cut off by the sound of a sword sheathing itself in flesh, a pained yelp leaving her lips as they became stained with the color of her own blood. Adam watched as Peter caught her body before she could hit the ground, crimson coating the leather of his jacket, leaking out in a puddle as the sword that had embedded itself in Mantis' chest vanished in a plume of smoke.
A thorny wall got put up in front of them, continuing upward and outward until they were cocooned within a circle of roots. "Mantis!" Peter tried to put his hand over the wound, but it did not stop the blood loss. "Adam, do something!" He shouted, his breathing ragged as the warlock dropped to his knees beside Mantis. His hands glowed with cosmic might, the golden light almost blinding within their dark confines. "We never should've come here, what were we thinking?! Mantis, Mantis, keep breathing!" Adam felt sick, his power, he felt it coursing through him; felt it pulling at Mantis' departing soul in an attempt to keep her tethered whilst the cosmic energy seeped into her chilling body. He felt all of it, and yet, the light flickered and fizzled out, leaving them in almost complete darkness.
"Why isn't it working?! Why isn't it-" The walls of their temporary sanctuary shook, the sounds of claws and teeth digging into the wood a sign as to what was happening.
"P..Peter..?" Mantis voice was soft, almost unheard over all of the commotion. Before she could speak again, a barrage of swords impacted the tree wall, and within a heartbeat, they exploded. The blast burst open the thick wood, sending Adam flying back. He groaned as he rolled onto his back, gaze shifting to witness Peter attempt to shoot at the Goddess only for every bullet to simply be rendered null against her armor. Looking to his other side, he saw Groot pushing at their ship, only for Fenrir to clamp his jaws down on his arm and yank him back. His heartbeat was loud in his chest, ears ringing as he struggled to push himself up.
"You won't be able to save your friends, Warlock. Your powers aren't as perfect as they were written out to be..hm?" Adam's face twisted into anger for a brief moment, before he steeled away that darkness and rose to his feet. Hela grinned, clearly enjoying the conflict, the thrill of combat. "Come forth, try to give me a real challenge."
A small snipbit of a oneshot I am writing for Steve and Natasha
Trust. It could be a fleeting thing, ever-changing and never predetermined. It was something to be earned, not something one was born with. It was curated through hardship and discovery. Discovery in oneself, and discovery with the person by their side. This alone made it very difficult for Natasha to put her trust in anyone, and for anyone to put their trust in her. It's why she was so sick by the death of Nick and the absence of Clint; they knew her fully, and yet still, they saw her as someone worthy. Worthy to be trusted, worthy to be anything besides the killer she had been trained to be since she could remember.
So, for Steve, the man lost in time and always so good, to tell her that he put his trust in her. Natasha couldn't let that acknowledgement be taken for granted, she was nothing if not an overachiever. She wanted to be the best in whatever field she was in, because that is how she was trained. To maintain that trust, that bond, Natasha would throw down her life in a heartbeat. She was more than just a Widow now, she was an Avenger, to make the sacrifice play was basically a requirement.
"How're you feeling, Natasha?"
The soft voice pulled her out of her head, turqoise eyes finding those of baby blue. "What?" Her own voice was noticeably quiet, her confusion evident in the tone. Had they been talking about something? She didnt know what was wrong with herself, for she was normally so attentive, never missing a beat in conversation.
"I asked how you were doing, you look..lost...confused. Do you feel sick? Your ears ringing?" Steve leaned a little closer to her, worried gaze trailing over her from head to toe, never lingering for too long. Ever the gentleman.
Natasha smiled slightly, a chuckle slipping past her lips as her eyes turned away from him briefly, "I don't have a concussion, Steve. I just didn't hear you the first time." A lie, but she didn't want to tell him that she'd been so caught up over something that he probably saw as simple. Steve was easy to trust, but never too trusting, a quality she wished she had, but would never allow herself to have. Of course, creating the illusion of being trustworthy was easy, but Natasha was a spy, any secrets given to her were often immediately relayed to the person who needed them. Steve wouldn't do that, she didn't even think he had it in him to attempt such an endeavor.
"Right." The tone the super soldier had used was slightly teasing, like he knew she wasn't telling him the whole truth. "Just making sure, can't have you passing out on me." Watching him bring a hand up, Natasha playfully rolled her eyes as he adjusted the baseball cap over his head. "So, what's our play?"
