Summary: Steve has a plan. Your current state just wasn’t expected, but it is working in his favor.
Warnings: manipulation, traumatic events,
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It has been 6 days since the attack. You are about to be released from the hospital. It wasn’t ideal in any way, but Steve has been able to get so much closer to you. He was there everyday you have been in the hospital. Since Maria wasn’t strong enough to support your weight, and Lottie had to manage the shop, Mr. Rogers took it upon himself to assist you however he can to aid in your recovery.
It was on these walks through the halls of the hospital that he got to know you. The importance of these walks were explained to the both of you, that walking stimulates blood flow to the area to help heal her faster. Local anaesthetic being injected to your inner and outer thighs before each walk.
You would be in some pain, but he kept you talking. You told him stories of your childhood. You kept trying to steer the conversation over to him, you felt as though you were talking too much. He didn’t mind though, or if he did he didn’t show it. He would give you polite short answers and ask you a specific question that would need a longer answer than his.
He’s good at that, picking out which details to make you forget the original topic. Eventually you were able to ask him if he would be there to pick you up. You would ask Wade, Maria, or even Lottie. You haven’t seen Wade though, you suspect he’s avoiding Mr. Rogers. Lottie has a shift, but Marias free, you just wanted Mr. Rogers there and you didn’t really know why.
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Steve’s POV
He is here, he’s ready to bring you home. To your home, he should say. He has grown to care for you deeply, and he knows there’s room for more of you in his heart. He just has to wait.
“You ready?” He smiled down at you in the wheelchair. The way you smile back up at him makes him feel warm, happy.
“Definitely.” Looking back forward and wiggling a little in your seat. He doesn’t know if you’re doing it consciously, but it’s adorable how excited you are.
“I do.” The response is automatic, you want this more than anyone and will do anything to be able to be up on that stage.
“Are you sure?” Teasingly, with a smile.
“Yes.” You say just as confident as before.
“Positive?” Bucky squints and tilts his head.
“Yeah” you smiled, with a chuckle ending the word.
“Good, because you’re on.” He slides the tray over with Tony’s order on top along with his card.
Slightly irked at his phrasing you take the tray and continue with the rest of your shift. Dreamily staring at the stage and wondering when it will be you up there.
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Once your shift was over, at closing time, you decide to do as much research as you can on burlesque. Talking to the dancers, you ended up talking to Stephen. Catching as he was toning down for the night. In a cardigan and some slacks, he looked normal.
You introduced yourself and told him about your aspirations and asked him for advice. The conversation got along well, and he even lent you some magazines of Burlesque.
“I’ve been using these for as long as I have been dancing. These were my inspiration for my personas.” A large stack of Burlesque issue magazines was plopped in your lap, a lot of them looking to be pretty old or at least vintage in style.
“Wow, that’s so neat! These mean so much to me you have no idea.” You look at the ones on top of the pile.
“Well there has to be a new generation of dancers, and I kinda like you. Not a lot of nice people in this industry.” He smiled warmly at you. “Well I better be off, but I wish you the best of luck. I’ll even put in a good word for you with Steve.”
“Oh thank you so much! But only if it isn’t a bother, you have done so much already.” Hugging the magazines to your chest you follow him down the stairs to leave as well.
“Nonsense, anything for friends right?” He looks back and blows a kiss before disappearing behind the door.
You stand there somewhat shocked, then you smile.
You have a friend.
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Weeks go by, and you have done barely anything outside that small building on Sunset Boulevard. Every minute spent working or practicing the dance moves, or creating a persona that you would want on stage.
You do your job very well. So well that you are becoming a recognizable face in this business. Regulars greet you, and overall you earn more in tips.
When you first found this place, you had no one. Now there are a couple dancers, and the rest of the bartending team. All of you growing closer each day.
Summary: You has just found the body of your boss outside your place of work.
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Your alarm sounded at its usual time and you shut it off quickly so Leia doesn’t wake up, but you didn’t know what to do. Taco Taco is closed because it is now a crime scene, and even when they’re done you have to wash away the blood on the concrete.
You crept over to your bathroom and shut the door quietly. Looking in the mirror you see that you look like shit. Your eyes are puffy and your face is flushed from the crying. Maybe you can occupy yourself with getting a lawyer for the divorce, you know he’s going to fight you for literally everything.
You start the hot water and begin undressing for a shower, thinking about what you can do to ensure you are the one in the lead, you c an probably make him tell you who the girl was. She genuinely seemed sad about what she did when she found out Chris was married. She’ll most likely help with the case.
You could also utilize your powers to make sure he tells the truth in court. Or maybe not. He could probably tell the court and if he has proof he could win custody of Leia. You’ll have to check before trying anything.
You step under the hot stream, trying to relax and not think about anything. Just for right now. Just focus on getting clean.
You stay in the shower for around ten minutes, you don’t hear anything outside the room so it’s probably safe to say that Matt was still asleep. Leia is still conked out on the bed, sprawled out like a starfish.
You get dress in some white washed mom jeans with rips on the knees and a cute top. The sock basket downstairs, by the shoes. Choosing some no shoes and your slip on roxies. You walk past the living room over to the kitchen.
Scrambling some eggs in a pan and mixing in sausage with some fried potatoes, you make a couple breakfast burritos. With a lot left over. You sigh, you’re going to need to start cooking less. even with Christopher you had leftovers, but not that much, and Matt doesn’t eat a whole lot. He hasn’t eaten since lunch yesterday though so you hope he worked up an appetite.
Hi, are you going to delete your blog and stories or just the app? I just really love your stories:((
Hi! I actually am going to leave my blog up and keep my stories so I am just deleting the app, I am so glad that you liked them, but unfortunately I will not be writing any more (there is a possibility of me writing more in the future but I doubt it)
I am so happy that you liked my stories, I actually nearly cried when I saw this because while I was actively writing I got at most 10 notes. I only came back just to look to see how many notes I got because I noticed an increase the night I deleted it. But yeah I just came back for a second because I was bored but you made my day :)
I will not be returning to tumblr and I will not be finishing any of my fics that I have.
I got a boyfriend and I would be embarrassed if he found my blog so I’m just deleting tumblr.
Idk if he would care or not but yeah.
Also since I posted my last fics I’ve gained a bunch of followers??? Like wtf sorry guys, and lmao such a bad time to follow me. But Fr I got like 2 likes per post then I get my phone blown up once I decide to stop writing. Wack.
Summary: Peter has found his soulmate but does she feel the same? Basically a soulmate au but different
Warnings: kidnapping, drugging,
A/N: Peter is aged up. Also I changed his powers just a tiny bit just one thing and the rest is the same.
This peice is unfinished and it will remain unfinished because I’m leaving tumblr and will not be returning. If you wish to continue this you may.
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Fuck. Not right now. Not today.
That’s all you can think as you’re nearly late for your first day as an photographer. It isn’t the first place you wanted to work for but you need the money. Well probably not a “real” photographer. You’re not hired for the job on a regular basis, but for their front page photos of Spider-Man. It’s cool, Spider-Man won’t let anybody else take his photos.
Well, it’s not really your first day but it’s the first day that Jameson is actually considering you as his official Spider-Man photographer. Before you usually would email him asking if he needed more photos and now he is finally now telling you that you’re going to be the official photographer for the weekly Spider-Man pieces.
You have started a blog for the hero and hopefully it will gain traction and maybe you’ll get to make an income from it. But for now you have to sell your photos to the Daily Bugle.
The rent is due Friday and you get a check from the gas station you work at that day, it won’t be enough to cover it though. But with a check after each batch of photos you provide will put you way over the green this pay day.
You’re rushing about your medium sized 1 room apartment. This place was a gem, the only reason this place was as cheap as a studio is because a billboard was directly across from the extremely large windows. Lighting up your entire apartment. It didn’t bother you much, it saved on electricity from never having to turn on the lights and all you needed was blackout curtains in your room.
You are not changing shirts but you squeeze into a pair of black pants. The grey boyfriend cardigan getting tucked in the back, but it doesn’t deter you from running to the bathroom and vigorously brushing your teeth. You’ll have to forgo the entire makeup routine but you have time for foundation and mascara.
Rushing back into your bedroom you pull a pair of socks from the top drawer of your dresser and look at your alarm clock. 9:42. 18minutes till you’re late. Well you know in Jameson’s eyes you are already late but he screams at you no matter what.
Your second shoe is tied, you got your purse and it has your wallet, phone, and keys already. You run out of your room and in the hallway of the complex. Fuck, locking these doors seems to be the longest part of leaving. 3 locks, self installed with the extra long screws. Never needed this much security before but some blind asshole next door seems to always be getting into fights. Like what the fuck, how hard is it to not fight someone, and then he leads them here.
Once the doors are locked and you’re out of the building you look at your phone. 9:44. 16 minutes to go around 2 miles. Well broadway cuts across, so probably less, but anyways you gotta run it. Now you’re not the most fit person, but you are able to push yourself more than what others would think you’d be able to.
Dodging people and avoiding running into the road, you make it to the first turn. Basically a straight shot now, but it seems as though people are wanting to be in your way today. You would love a bike right about now. Though you’d have a really high chance of getting hit by a car. But it’s right about the same risk since you are not stopping at the do not walk signs.
One car almost did hit you, but it braked in time but not without you slapping the hood as you went by. Not on purpose but from loss of balance. Well you probably would have slapped it anyways. Your face burns from the run, and the heat, it is the end of summer but it is still pretty hot out.
Oh god, this is awful, you’re just a more than halfway and you nearly ran into an old man and his wife outside of m&m world.
“Sorry!” You shout back but it’s not very loud and sounds winded. You won’t stop though.
Just a couple more turns. Just two more turns. Just one more. You keep telling yourself that you’re almost there, legs straining the muscles from the over exertion.
You get into the building and run to the elevator. You know you probably look unprofessional right about now but you don’t care. You just need to catch your breath.
You press the right floor and dig through your purse. The small mirror being a lifesaver as of recently, since being late is seeming to become a common ovccurance. You pat your forehead with the sleeve of your cardigan. You don’t look too bad, but not the best. You check the time, 9:58. Not bad, you’ll be just 1 minute early. The elevator ride giving you just enough time to breath properly.
The elevator doors open to the busy floor, and you go over to Jameson’s assistant, not even reaching her desk before she points her pen behind her to his office.
“L/N!” He immediately shouts, “Where are those photos?” He is still looking out the window behind his desk.
“Right here sir,” you pull the envelope out of your purse holding it out for him to take it. Which he does, ripping the lip of the envelope and begins examining your photos.”
“850. Tell Betty on your way out.” He plops you’re photos on his desk.
“850? That’s not my rate, there are 12 photos there.”
“These just aren’t worth your usual rate. 850.” He argues back, you’ve seen this before, had you been any smaller or even sitting he would have put his hands on his desk and leaned towards you to seem intimidating, but right now he looks like a child with his hands balled at his side.
“65 per photo or I go to The Post.” You won’t back down. That’s nearly a thousand, and you don’t want to let it go, even if it is less than 200 more than what he offered but you need it.
He stares at you, he’s turning red now in the ears. You collect your photos calling his bluff.
“Fine,” he grumbles, he presses a button on the small speaker on his desk, “Betty, write out a check for L/N for 975.” He released the button and you put the photos down. “Get out of here, she’ll call when we have another piece.”
“You’re a peach,” you smiled as you back out of his office. “Hey Betty, how’re you doing this week?”
“Just fine, but his wife wants me to control his anger as soon as his meds are sorted. Not looking forward to that.” She finishes filling out the check on her computor, and with one last click that is so familiar to you now, you know she printed it.
“Jesus, I do not want to be here for that.” You step back four steps to the printer and rip off the receipt at the bottom that she needs to keep and hand it to her. “Good luck, because you will need it. Thanks, see you next week!” You wave bye as the doors close.
Letting out a sigh of relief, and tucking your check into your wallet. You’re glad you won’t have to worry anymore. With this check you’ll have four or five hundred more than you’ll need for rent, meaning you won’t have to scrape by for grocerys.
You better hurry though, you have an hour till your next shift at the gas station and you still need a shower.
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The hours are going by slowly, with few customers to keep you distracted. Just 4 more hours and you get to call it a night. It has already been 6 hours since you clocked in and there had only been a handful of customers, making the day uncharacteristically slow.
Your phone begins vibrating on the small fridge below the counter, the shift managers name on the display screen. Seeing as there’s no customers you think it is fine to answer.
“Hello? Debby?” You greet subconciously.
“Y/N I have some bad news.” She pauses, “the person who is supposed to relieve you is refusing to come in. She quit.”
“What am I supposed to do? I’ve been here since 11:30, I don’t think it’s allowed for me to work past 1. Wasn’t her shift supposed to last till 8?”
“Yes I know but you are legally allowed to work till 4:30, and that is when I’ll take over because I cannot find another person to cover her shift. It’s only alright because I’m switching your shift tomorrow with Alex and you’ll have the day off to recuperate. Then it’s your usual day off the next so I think that’s enough time to get back to normal.”
“So I’m leaving at 4:30?” Disbelief evident in your voice.
“Yes, I’m sorry, I would get there now but John doesn’t come home until late tonight because he took the graveyard shift at his job and I can’t leave J.C. alone.”
“Yeah I understand, family comes first.”
“Thank you, you’re the best. See ya later.”
“Yeah, see you.”
You put down your phone and mentally prepare yourself for another 11 hours.
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Three red bulls, and a seasonal pumpkin spice coffee from the dispenser and it was almost midnight.
Many more customers has came in after the call, the universe seemingly wanting to tire you out further. Then it began slowing down again after 9. The time you were supposed to be going home if Patricia didn’t fucking refuse to come in.
It was about that time that a young man came in, wearing a dark suit but without the blazer. Sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Light brown hair and pale skin, he looked breathtaking. He quickly rounds to the back grabbing three of the big bottles of water.
“Just these for me...” he trails off as he sniffs, then he looks up and makes eye contact with you.
You two are staring at each other for a few seconds, his stare becoming unbearable and you look away.
“Ok sir... that’ll be 5.97.” You still feel his gaze. Refusing to look up, you bag his things. You hear his card slide through the machine.
“Thank you sir, have a nice night.”
“Yeah... you too.” And with that he was gone. Leaving you to think about this stranger for the rest of your shift.
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As promised, Debbie came at 4:30. You left to walk home. It was nice living basically across the street from your work. A short walk, but you still felt a sense of unease.
Looking all around you, you don’t spot any suspicious people. Not even one heading in the same direction as you. You let out a small sigh as you cross the road. But it does nothing to calm your nerves.
You’re trying not to seem panicked as you try to get through the door to your building but it might be obvious with how you’re shaking.
Past the door you let go if your breath that you didn’t know you were holding. Finally able to calm down. You walked to apartment, using the elevator instead of the stairs.
Once at your door your heart beat seems to have gone back to normal, but before you even put your key in the door you feel the hairs at the back of your neck stand up. You don’t know what it is, maybe it’s just a chill.
Unlocking all the locks you go inside, greeted by the bright pink fluorescent lights. You shut the door behind you and drop your bag on the floor. Too tired to care. Moving to go into your room, knowing that you’re not going to change into pajamas either.
Well probably take of the pants. Yeah, jeans are never comfy.
Shoes kicked off, pants off, bra off with some difficulty from your long sleeves, blankets pulled back and you’re ready for bed. You’re getting in when you hear a creek in the living room, but you don’t see anyone so it’s maybe the upstairs neighbours.
You turn around once more to lay down and you feel a pinprick at your neck. You slump over and you feel hands at your shoulders, picking you up in their arms.
Eyes won’t open, and you are quickly losing consciousness.
“Shh, you’re safe with me.”
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Your head is pounding, that’s what wakes you up. You still feel groggy and it makes your eyelids feel incredibly heavy. You want to sleep for more but your eyes keep fighting to open.
Once they do you are met with a room that is not your own. Everything is white, except the headboard which is a light grey, matching the bedside table. You look around, about 6 feet from the foot of the bad is a back door and there’s a bathroom to the left of the bed with the door wide open.
You run to the closed door, you grasp the handle but you get a head rush and are unable to turn the handle for a good 5 seconds. It’s no use though, the door was locked, and it doesn’t seem like a regular lock. It seems more advanced, it’s a regular handle but it’s warm, and doesn’t have any keyhole. It’s also not as big as a hotel handle, like the ones with the scanners. Irrelevant, but your mind is running a million miles an hour and you’re trying really hard to not panic.
You realize that you aren’t wearing your pants but a pair of sweats were at the edge of the king bed. You quickly pull them on. Your kidnapper has already seen your ass, but it’s a little bit comforting. Your bladder is full and it is more apparent now than a couple minutes ago.
They aren’t here yet, better be quick. You half jog into the bathroom it has a large sink and a nice looking shower, but you don’t want to use it due to there being no lock on the bathroom door and the shower door is glass. Not even one of those blurred glass doors, it is crystal clear.
You had already peed and we’re washing your hands when you hear a small beep and the locks opening. You’re drying your hands when you hear a knock at the door. You don’t answer.
Another knock, you stared at the door, a low sigh is heard and the door swings open.
It was the man from last night, except now he was covering his eyes with his hand.
“I swear I’m not looking but please come out right now.”
“... alright.” You’re voice is a little rough and just above a whisper.
“Thank you.” He turned around leaving the door open and you follow.
“Come with me.” he waves his hand over the lock and the beep is heard again.
He leads you through the door into a long hallway, when he turned to the left so did you. There’s no point in running when he would catch you in less than 2 seconds.
You pass by 4 doors, one on your left and three on your right. The fifth door on the right you entered and it was an office.
“Sit.” And you did, he sat behind the large desk and leaned forward with his elbows on it. “I need to tell you something that would be hard to hear. Hell, hard to believe, but just know that everything I’m telling you is true.”
You nodded when he paused and looked at you. You felt so out of place and uncomfortable. Heart beating so fast and hard, it feels as though it’s bursting out of your chest. Your hands slightly shaking and feet tapping where you sat on the edge of this obviously expensive chair.
“I’m going to be frank with you alright? You are my soulmate.”
You freeze, “wait... what?” You didnt believe it, he was right. He’s crazy. Soulmates were a rare thing in this world. How would he know? He only knew you for 5 seconds so why does he know? Why would he take you?
“We are soulmates. I felt it when I first met eyes with you, I know that you did too. I took you here because, to put it simply, you would be safe. There are many people after me and if they learned of your existsence they would find you and use you against me.”
“H-how do I know your not lying?” You stare at the lines in the wood of his desk, refusing to look up. When you look him in the eyes you feel the same pull that you did back at the gas station. You hear rustling and you glance up for just a second, then you look back when you realize it’s just his arm that he wants you to look at.
He begins rolling his sleeves like the way you saw last night. Or was it even still the next day? You don’t know. Not seeing any clock or any windows since you were at your home.
Beautiful lines are spread across his forearm and you realize it wasn’t there before. “Can you look at your arm?” His voice is gentle, like he’s trying to be comforting.
You stare at his arm as you pull your sleeve up, then you look down at a blank arm. You pull up your other sleeve just as roughly and see the same tattoo that he has. You touch it gently as though it’ll smear if you are as rough as you were two seconds ago.
“Mine showed up a little after I stepped out of that store. I guess you didn’t notice yours.” You rub at yours and it won’t come off, and the skin isn’t raised as though you have a regular tattoo.
“What does this mean?”
“This means that you are now mine.” You feel tears welling in your eyes.
“So I can’t go home?”
“No, and some things are going to change.” You look at him wide eyed, fearful for the changes that he has in mind.
“So I’m sure you have heard of the powered people of New York, and I am telling you that I am one of them. Not only that, but I am a member of the avengers.” He pauses, you feel his eyes on you and you can only assume he is trying to gauge your reaction. “But I didn’t achieve my abilities through government testing or anything of the sort. I was bit by a mutant spider and I gained the spiders abilities.”
“You’re... Spider-Man?”
“That’s right. Now that you’re here, I will have to give you the same abilities I have so that we will be on equal grounds.”
“How are you going to do that?” You look up at his face.
Summary: Loki and reader have to tell Fury about what happened and deal with the consequences.
Warnings: smut like right off the bat, over simulation, choking, cockwarming, hair pulling, magic against the reader,
A/N: this is unfinished and will remain unfinished because I am leaving tumblr and will not be coming back. If someone were to want to continue this they are allowed to do so.
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You woke up feeling more exhausted than anything, you wanted to slip back into unconsciousness, but are unable to due to a growing headache. You groan in response to it getting worse before you feel something cold pressed to your forehead and you feel a bit at ease. A haze falling over you, that you can’t quite comprehend.
You are so glad for having days off after parties, it sorta became a customary rule made by Tony since him and most of the team were getting trashed at pretty much every gathering.
A dull throbbing between your legs becomes more apparent and you are forced into forming a coherent thought. The first thing to your mind is your actions from last night, the drinking, the library, and oh god... Loki. The reason for the throbbing between your legs, the reason you are a little sore. You’re glad for your enhanced healing, and hope the rest of this uncomfortable feeling goes away within the next few hours. But you have higher priorities right now.
Loki. Who is still nestled deeply inside of you. Who you seemed to have stirred awake with your moans and groans of waking up. Your wiggling probably didn’t help the situation either.
“Mmm... my love, how did you sleep?” He asked in a low morning voice. How can he sound so sexy at a time like this? He removed his had from your forehead and you whimper lightly at the loss of relief.
“Oh?” You yawned, “really good, and it might be thanks to a certain god.” You smiled into his neck. You’re still straddling him, and he seems to be waking up, from what you feel down there, you’re waking up too.
“It seems like you slept good. No?” You lean up to look at him, he kneeds your ass cheeks before stealing a kiss.
“Indeed.” As quick as his sentence was over, he had you flipped onto your back. He was most definitely hard again, there is no doubt about it. You’re already turned on already which doesn’t seem possible. The shift causing him to slip deeper inside of you. You cuss, and bite your lip.
“You like that love?” His hand reaching up lazily to rest upon your throat, light squeezes coming from his fingers. “You like having my cock in your sweet cunt all night? Hmm?”
He slowly pulls out till he has just the tip in your entrance, and he pushes back in excruciatingly slow. You feel every. Single. Vein.
You nod while moaning, grabbing the back of his neck to bring him down and kiss you. Tongues battling for dominance. You then rake your nails down his back. You realize that he must like this, because he arches his back and groans into your mouth when you do this.
It is the hottest thing when you are able to see when you do something that brings him pleasure. His low growl, the way he breaks the kiss to look at you with hooded eyes. All while he’s still torturing you with his cock.
“Loki... please.” You pant. “I need you to go faster. Please. I need you.” You plead with him,
“As you wish,” and his pace began to pick up, the sound of skin on skin ringing throughout the room. His hands reaches down and is fondling your breasts, mouth on your nipple expertly drawing moans out of you.
Your hands are everywhere, just trying to pull him closer than he already is. Which isn’t really possible. Pulling at his waist, before tracing up to his shoulders, then to his neck. One hand reaching up and into his hair, pulling lightly but just enough to get him to look at you. He growled at the sensation, and he sped up again.
“Oh you really do have a way of testing me, my love.” He claimed your lips with his own while his hands bring your knees to rest over his shoulders. The new angle makes him rub against that spot that has you incoherent and seeing stars. Your eyes roll back and Loki begins kissing up your neck.
“Do you belong to me?” He whispered in your ear before sucking onto your sweet spot.
“Yes.” Drawing out the word with a long moan.
“Who do you belong to? Tell me.”
“You... Loki. I belong t-to you.”
“That’s right. You’re mine.” He’s reaches down and begins rubbing circles into your clit. Pleasure building, you arch your back, that coil in your belly winding tight but you’re not quite there yet. You grind into him, chasing that peak.
“Cum for me darling.” That was it. All you needed was his voice to push you over the edge. You clench around him, and the moan you draw out of him is the most beautiful thing you can hear at that moment.
He fucked you through your orgasm keeping the steady rhythm, and you’re not coming back down. He’s still rubbing tight circles on your clit. At first it was feeling like heaven, but now it has tears running down your face. Your fingernails going down his back. Your moans enough to rival a porn star.
“Gods, you look beautiful right now,” he slowed, just enough for you to calm down. “Come on love, I know you have another in you.” He flipped you onto your belly and quickly thrusted back into you. He held your hips forcing your ass to stick in the air while your face is in the sheets. He is already beginning a punishing pace.
“Oh god, Loki... I can’t.” Your voice is slightly muffled, his fingers encircling your throat, pulling you back flush against him. He is rutting into you in a steady, unforgiving, rhythm.
“Yes, you can and you will.”
You turn your head to kiss him, a hand coming up to hold his head. This orgasm sneaking on you, you were brought to the edge immediately. You moan against his mouth and he gladly swallows it up.
He works you through this one as well, and it isn’t as intense but it is no shorter than the last one, but he doesn’t seem to be slowing down. Only speeding up. You feel him twitch within you, he’s close, chasing his own relief.
“Beg for me, beg for my seed. Tell me what you want.”
“Please Loki. Please cum in me. I need you.” Three more thrusts and a warmth fills you and you are able yo come down from the ridiculous high Loki brought you into. He peppers your neck with kisses and you hum with delight. The haze had left, but with every kiss that makes contact with your skin, it is slowly coming back.
“Well, good morning.” You smiled, and brought him in for a kiss. His tongue swiped over your bottom lip, asking for entrance once again, slowly mapping out your mouth before pulling away slightly. Dragging your bottom lip out with his teeth.
“Hmm, that it is.” Fingers lightly grazing over your skin before he firmly grabs your hips, he slowly pulls himself out of you while he sucks another mark into your shoulder. You let out a low whine, not liking the emptiness.
He steps off the bed tenderly holding your hand, “Come love, let us bathe together.” You smiled again, eager to continue in the shower.
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The shower was spent exactly as you would expect it would. But you are clean nonetheless. Dressed professionally to go admit the most unprofessional thing you could do. Fury is going to be livid. Or he’ll make fun of you two in front of the whole building. The former is actually preferable.
Loki, the lucky bastard, used magic to get himself ready. One snap and he was dressed and ready for what came next, and he just sat back and watched you do everything you needed. A comfortable silence over the two of you. You finish up your face with a nice red lipstick before you look down and see hickeys all over your neck.
You grab some foundation to attempt to hide the bruises all around your neck and using color corrector over each one. Why they are still not healed you have no idea. Though they will be gone by dinner, so you can’t really complain. You remember a time when you had to cover them for days.
“Why do you hide them?” He walked to wear you were sitting, putting his hands on your shoulders.
“I don’t want to give Fury another thing to scold us over.” You feel his hand on your neck, the gesture becoming natural feeling, and he tilts your chin back and kisses your forehead. The kiss sends tingles down to your neck, a cool buzz resting there.
“There, now only my eyes can see them.” You look down to see that he’s right, you can see in the mirror that there is nothing marring your skin.
“Whoa, okay.” You shove your brush into your makeup bag, feeling a little sick to your stomach. Taking one last look in the mirror, you’re wearing a black blazer with a white tank underneath and black fitted slacks and black stilettos. Not there same ones as last night though, you can’t seem to find them and you can only hope that they weren’t left anywhere obvious.
You two go to leave your room but you stop him. “Wait,” you hold his arm before he is able to turn the doorknob. “What if we can’t be together? It’s not going to be the same when we leave this room.”
“We’ll find a way darling.” He interlaced his fingers with yours and he placed a kiss on your cheek. Turning the knob you two begin to make your way to the main floor of the Avengers workplace.
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You got to his office when he was out, it was a bit of a relief and somehow made it a little worse. His assistant telling you to just wait in his office, and you’re practically jumping out of your skin. It’s even worse since you can’t even sit next to Loki.
It seems Fury knew somehow and put the seats just barely out of reach of each other. Meanwhile Loki was trying to get you to calm down, telling you a story of him and Thor when they were younger.
“—I do not know how he is able to sense me, even when I am a snake, but it ruined the trick I had for him. Since I haven’t done anything to him in the past 80 years I shall—“ he couldn’t finish his story when the door is swung open in a harsh manner.
“Son of a bitch.” Fury chuckled. “Son of a bitch!” He crossed the room to sit at his desk. An uncomfortable tension falling over the room when he just sits there staring at the two of you.
“You could not keep it in your pants for one day? I expected more from you L/N, maybe not from him, but you?” You look down, feeling as though you’ve gotten in trouble and sent to the principles office.
“With all due respect sir,” you gulped, trying to look him in the eye, “it wasn’t planned. At all.”
“I know it wasn’t planned smart ass, but there are rules. Regulations you have to abide by. You can’t just think that you’re exempt just because you’re a fan favorite,” he gestured to you. “Or a newbie, and by the way, great first day.” Fury smiled sarcastically.
“Why thank you sir,” Loki said in a slightly monotone voice, clearly not bothered at all, “the reason Y/N and I came here today was to tell you of our flout of the afformentioned policy, we realized our mistake, and came straight to you, and I don’t know why you would make such a rule but it is quite ignorant. If you are going to get mad at anyone it should be me, I am the one who pursued Y/N. Not the other way around. I would like to also tell you that I am going to continue pursuing Miss L/N, whether you give me permission or not.”
You had no idea what to say, Loki had said it all, and a little extra. You would never have spoken to Fury that way. You look from Loki back to him and he looks pleasantly surprised.
“Okay.” Fury touched his fingers together and leans back in his chair, a faint smirk resting on his face.
“Okay?” Now you were the one who is surprised. You look to Loki who is also looking slightly confused.
“Okay,” he confirmed, “anybody who is willing to talk to me like that has some balls, and with that you have gained some of my respect. Now leave before I change my mind.”
“Thank you sir.” You quickly made your way out the door, dragging Loki behind you. You’re relieved he isn’t mad, and that there isn’t really any punishment, but the uneasy feeling in your stomach is still there.
Upon arriving in the elevator you press the floor for the tower common area, which had all the rooms on it. As soon as the doors closed Loki was wrapping his arms around you and picked you up twirling you. A small gasp and a squeak escaping your lips.
“See my dear? There was no reason to fret over Fury.” He’s smiling up at you before slowly letting you slide down to let your feet touch the ground. “So now that we have the blessing of Fury, will you be mine?”
The unease is washed away, and another haze comes over you, like a veil. “...Y-yes, of course.”
He grabs your face and brings your lips together in a loving, sweet kiss. Not as intense as his earlier kisses, but you still feel that electricity. Your hands move from his shoulders the left one coming down to rest on his chest, the right going up to the nape of his neck. The kiss slowly becoming more heated, and you want to keep pulling him closer. Too preoccupied with each other you two don’t notice when the elevator door opens and—
“Whoa, what the Fuck?” Sam averted his eyes dramatically, causing you to roll yours.
“Shut it Wilson.” You separates yourself from Loki and walk past him. Loki following close behind.
“Whoa-ho-ho! Y/N and Loki sittin’ in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G.” Sam laughs as the doors close slowly. Too slow for your taste.
“I imagine the rest of the reactions will be of the same nature.” Loki smirked behind you.
“Ugh, god I hope not, but probably.” You keep walking till you get to the kitchen area. “You want breakfast?” You turn to look at him as you put an apron on.
“Yes that would be wonderful. I haven’t had a Midgardian breakfast.”
“Oh really, what did you guys have on Asgard?” You pull out your ingredients and start the stove.
“Dagveror the day meal, and Nattveror the night meal. Both were filled with copious amounts of meat, wine, and fruits.” As he’s talking you mix everything to make the batter.
“Oh well, we have pancakes!” Holding up your bowl. You bring it to the now heated stove, expertly pouring a perfect circle, and heading to the fridge for the many fruits that are always there. Turning around you bump into Loki’s chest.
“That sounds delightful, but I can think of something else I would rather ravish.” His eyes roaming all over you. You can’t do anything now that you’re in his hold, he places his forehead on yours and you close your eyes.
Your lips finally touch, slowly moving together, his tongue moving over your bottom lip. You allow him entrance, the kiss is slow but no less passionate than your other kisses.
A throat clearing interrupts you two and you pull away to look at who it is. Tony is standing there, hands on his hips in a robe looking disheveled.
“Gross.” The single word statement said a lot more than what was heard. His disgust clearly displayed on his face and in his tone. He went around the two of you quickly to the fridge to grab the carton of orange juice. Leaving the room without another word.
“Hopefully the others take the news a lot better than them.”
My Rhodey headcanon is that his suit sometimes terrifies him because he was trapped in it so many times. Sometimes when he gets trapped in very small spaces he can’t breathe. What more terrifies him is not being able to fly in the suit at all, because he loves being a superhero.
Tony only finds out about this after Rhodey loses his legs. Remote controlling the War Machine suits makes Rhodey happier than Tony has ever seen him.
(When he was trapped in his suits):
Fall in Civil War.
Hacked into and remote controlled while Rhodey couldn’t do anything but watch in Iron Man 2.
In one of the recent comics, this becomes explicit, and Rhodey gets a flying super tank to be a hero in. It’s got enough room that he doesn’t feel trapped.
Oh my god, this is so good to know! I feel like Rhodes loves flying and being a superhero, he just hates the suit, but he will never tell Tony because Tony made him the suit. Tony would totally build him a flying tank if he knew and Rhodey would love it so much.
If anyone is interested, the comics @publiusmaximus refers to is Tony Stark: Iron Man.
Tony takes off to recover some tech and enlists a wary Rhodey to assist. During the fight Rhodey panics and ejects himself from his fully functioning suit. Also during this fight, Tony rips some dude out of this huge tank and Rhodey steps in, taking over its controls. He feels safer, more comfortable. Tony acknowledges fault in his lack of perceptiveness in this regard and ultimately acquires the tank for Rhodey.
I love it when I’ve been chronically upset by something in the MCU and then someone shares comic book content that makes me feel better. Bless you all.
these are in no apparent order, i love these all equally! please read ALL warnings for each work; remember to like, reblog, & leave comments if you can!
♡ check out last months reading list ⟶ what i’ve been reading; july ‘20 ♡
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✪ bucky barnes ✪
funny you should ask by @feral-dumbass
i wished on the moon for you by @sunmoonandbucky
playthings by @loreloomis (dark)
spoiled by @wienerbarnes
discretion by @evnscvll
take it off by @sinner-as-saint
heir by @evnscvll
dark!bucky and innocent!teacher by @asadmarveltrashbag (dark)
peaches by @franksufferbuddy
remember me by @evnscvll
teacher’s pet by @whateveriwant (dark)
daddy’s little princess by @multifxndomtrxsh (dark)
kitten play with bucky by @fvckingavengers
we’re up all night to get lucky by @nsfwsebbie (dark)
a mistake? by @revengingbarnes
good behaviour by @peachyteabuck
shameless by @feliciahardyn
✪ lance tucker ✪
don’t ya by @asadmarveltrashbag
celebration by @peachyteabuck
✪ steve rogers ✪
language by @marvelsswansong
a chance and a challenge by @geniedetails (dark)
after by @stargazingfangirl18 (dark & a/b/o)
oh captain, my captain by @revengingbarnes
up all night by @smutsonian (dark)
lingerie shopping with steve by @lilbabycee
daddy steve with a sick little by @honeyloverogers
the debt i owe, gotta sell my soul by @fvckingavengers
dead of night by @punani
first time with steve by @honeychicanawrites
mead by @lilbabycee
✪ stucky x reader ✪
vacant little doll by @dontshootmespence
welcome home, kitten by @buckysbunny (dark)
✪ chris evans ✪
drunk chris and a pregnant reader by @emilykjh
social media au by @farfromtommy
back home by @fluffymisha97
cake by the ocean by @mypoisonedvine
off the hook by @arrowsandmixtapes
losing your virginity to chris by @emilykjh
cherry bomb (masterlist) by @honeychicanawrites
breeding kink with chris evans by @punani
welcome home by @punani
my girl by @punani
i love playin’ with fire by @feral-dumbass
“well look who decided to crash the party” by @emilykjh
✪ ransom drysdale ✪
prison letters are profitable by @threeminutesoflife
birthday babygirl by @drabblewithfranny
faking it by @chuckbass-love
morning lovin’ by @donutloverxo
tete-a-tete by @stargazingfangirl18
car ride by @chrissquares
souvenir by @chrissquares
✪ andy barber ✪
sugar daddy andy barber by @fvckingavengers
light of my life, fire of my loins. be a good baby, do what i want by @capsameriicanass
helping andy de-stress at his office by @cloudystevie
worth it by @fangirlovestuff
breakable heaven by @speechlessxx
recess by @stargazingfangirl18
✪ mike weiss ✪
fix by @mypoisonedvine (dark)
this guy by @stargazingfangirl18
✪ curtis everett ✪
ties that bind, debts that burden by @mypoisonedvine (dark)
always watching by @stargazingfangirl18 (dark)
✪ chris evans x henry cavill x reader ✪
you know you want it by @peachyteabuck
✪ bucky barnes x sam wilson x steve rogers x reader ✪
the sort of things we usually do alone by @mypoisonedvine (dark)
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Hey I just made a new tumblr and I remember reading one of your pieces before (pretty sure it was you) but reader was bullied by her older sister into thinking she was fat since she was like idk 7ish? I just remember it being really sweet but I looked through your master lists and I can’t remember what it was called or the pairing? Can you help? Thank you!!
Hi! I remember getting a request similar to this, but I don't remember writing it (I could be wrong. I've written so many fics and I'm in internships right now so my brain feels like mush!). Sorry I can't give you an answer. If anyone knows where to find this fic, feel free to reply!
if you don’t think plus size bodies are capable of being divine, you have my pity. I see our shapes in the swells of fluffy clouds, the folds of luxurious and tufted pillows, round like pearls, but soft as cream. plush, warm, soothing to the touch. big bodies are like returning home.
