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Empress *#
AU. Mobster!Steve Rogers x fem!reader x Mobster!Loki Laufeyson.
Sometimes all that’s needed for two competing mob bosses to bring them together is a person. You.
Chapter 7 posted 23.07.2026
Stealth mission *
Sand Castle. Dad's best friend!Syverson x fem!reader. You’ve fallen for your dad’s best friend and captain from the army, Syverson, and you’ve gone to meet up with him with plenty of intentions.
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Featuring Bucky, Heimdal, Loki, Natasha Romanoff, N’Jadaka, Sam Wilson, Shuri, Steve, T’Challa, Thor, Tony Stark, and Wanda. Placed Wolverine/Logan Howlett, Deadpool, and Eddie Brock / Venom on here too!
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PAIRING/STARRING: Mob boss!Steve Rogers x fem!reader x Mob boss!Loki Laufeyson.
WORD COUNT: 1530.
SUMMARY: Sometimes all that’s needed for two competing mob bosses to bring them together is a person. You.
CONTENT: Aftermath, comfort, confessions (accidental and begged for), secrets, a suggestion.
A/N: Please please please, I’d love to hear what you think of this.
As per usual: please like, comment, and especially reblog – that’s the only way to make sure other people see it too. Here’s my TAGLIST and my MASTERLIST for more.
7.
You haven’t texted or called neither Loki nor Steve about the incident at the grocer. You don’t want to make a big deal out of it but you only have to wait half an hour before the lock clicks and Steve rushes in.
“Sweetheart?” he calls before he spots you on the couch. “You’re okay?”
“I’m fine,” you promise, though really you’re rattled by the encounter with Romanova.
He doesn’t seem to be convinced either way, falling to his knees next to the couch and scooping you into his arms to hold you tight.
Freeing an arm to reciprocate, you revel in the restrained strength – it makes you feel safe. Suddenly, you’re crying. Shivering sobs from the bottom of your lungs that steal your breath away until you’re gasping for air and Steve has to talk your through breathing only to unleash a new wave as soon as you’ve calmed a bit.
“It’s okay,” Steve assures you, “you did so good.”
You’re vaguely aware of the door opening again and then a shift to allow another person join in the embrace: Loki. Some mumbled exchange takes place above your head.
“You are so brave, flower.” Loki kisses the top of your head. “Our perfect girl.”
They keep rocking you gently, mumbled praises calming you down, and eventually you can dry your eyes and look up at them. Puffy face or not, they regard you only with love that makes your heart melt. They’ll protect you as best as they can and while they cannot be with you 24/7, they will come to you if it’s really needed. Come for you.
“I’m sorry,” you sniffle, making both men shake their heads. “She...she said something, told me to tell you...” You inhale shakily, trying to recall the exact words. “Any means necessary to re-establish order.”
If the words hold any importance to the men, they don’t show it.
“It’ll be okay, doll,” Steve insists.
Even Loki nods. “Don’t worry about it.”
Pulling back a bit, you glare up in defiance. “But if she’ll come for you, like Stark’s men did?”
“We’ll be fine. Trust us.
And you do. You do trust them.
---
Against your expectations, the men suggest going out for dinner that night. Figuring it might be a display of sorts, you don’t object to it even if you’d rather stay cooped up at home for the next eternity.
“Second lesson,” Loki smiles as you are all getting your shoes on.
Steve chimes in: “Don’t make yourself smaller because of others. Live your life to the fullest.”
Stunned, you look from one to the other. “This isn’t to show that we can’t be bullied?”
There’s a brief exchange of glances. Something proud.
“Part of it is,” Steve relents, “but mostly it’s because you have to watch out for yourself. Once you allow yourself to be reigned in, your life will keep shrinking.”
You consider the implications and find yourself recognizing that that’s exactly as you’d have done.
“Ah.”
This time, it’s not just the three of you walking down the streets to the restaurant but also a posse of mobsters spread out around you as security. It’s not unfamiliar to you, but there are more than usual and you can’t help but feel a bit wary yourself too, your gaze constantly darting to the alley mouths and flickering over the faces of people passing by.
Of course, nothing happens.
You make it to the restaurant, leaving the “guards” outside after one of them has had a peek into the place to see if it’s safe. Apparently it is, because Loki ushers you in after Steve and soon the three of you are seated at a corner table at the back.
There’s no offer of free champagne this time but the chef himself comes out, greeting Steve like an old friend and offering a special menu which you all agree to.
It’s easy to forget the troubles of the day as you sit and indulge in the excellent food and sweet company. That’s when you have to admit something to yourself. Something that has been happening over a long time but you’ve not put the words to until this evening where you’re laughing at their stories despite the dangers of the world you’re being brought into: you love them.
Both of them.
You had expected that maybe you’d prefer one over the other and turn them against each other to be free of the arrangement but now...now you don’t want out. Not even with the threats of Romanova or anyone else.
Reaching for their hands, you smile to them and butterflies go crazy in your belly as they return the gesture.
---
You’ve snuggled up between then en, listening to them fall asleep, each with an arm around you and their heads on your shoulders. And you’re still awake, tiptoeing through a mental borderland of anxiety due to the recent events and the giddiness of understanding that you’re in love.
Kissing first one and then the other on the crown of the heads, you smile in the darkness.
“I love you.”
It’s a quiet whisper, meant to just test out the words on your own, but Loki stirs. You can feel how he lifts his head to try and see you. It’s a bit fumblingly, finding his mouth with yours, but you manage to and revel in the sharp intake of air he takes at the contact. The kiss is slow and exploratory and lovely until eventually, you both settle down again, content. Maybe slightly horny.
---
You wake to whispers. Quiet words that curl into your hazy dream to gently easy you into the morning. Snuggling up between the warm bodies, you refuse to open your eyes at first, wanting to simply enjoy lying there for a bit – the night has been too short for you.
“Sweetheart,” Steve hums. “Loki says you have something I should hear too...”
His lips brush your cheek, your jaw, your neck, and you stretch to give him better access to the sensitive spot beneath your ear.
“Tell me or I won’t kiss you again,” he threatens, lips hovering right where you want him to kiss.
Pouting, you think of excuses to hesitate. “I’m not sure what you’re talking about.”
You hear Loki laugh softly. “I know, I wasn’t meant to hear...but it’s not fair that only I heard you.”
The two have gotten maybe a bit too allied, but you figure it’s a better alternative to how it used to be before that day in the cafe.
You blink, looking first to Loki, who has his head propped up from the pillow, then turning to meet Steve’s eyes so close to you. Sinking back, you close your eyes once more. Imagine them both asleep. That makes it easier.
“I love you. Both of you.”
It’s just a whisper but you know they’ve heard it clearly because they start to kiss you, slow and almost reverently until you are dizzy with loving. They don’t have to say it back to you, you know it.
Everything stops, though, when your stomach suddenly rumbles, sending all three of you into a laughing fit that continues as you get up and move to the kitchen to sort breakfast.
Eventually the joy fades, though, leaving room to consider the plans for the day to come.
“I’ll be going to the hospital to check on Mobius,” Loki announces.
“Can I show her?” Steve asks the other man.
You don’t know what he refers to, but you find yourself hoping that Loki will say yes and judging by the delight in Steve’s eyes when Loki does approve, you gather you should be excited too.
---
Steve’s driven you further into his part of the city, refusing on the way to divulge what you should expect and you are no closer at figuring it out, when he pulls into a parking space not far from the library in a street with a quick mart and an apothecary. A few closed storefronts speak of a place that’s quiet but when you look down the street, you see the end of a park.
“It’s this one,” Steve catches your attention by pointing to a building with glass fronts covered in cardboard on the inside.
Going to the door, he unlocks it and offers you to go in first.
It’s dusty and, until Steve finds the switches, dusky. Then you see the space as it sprawls before you, only hampered by a few load-bearing pillars that your mind immediately decorates with fairy-lights and climbing plants. You can see where small and big tables can be placed, some perfect for TTRPG and others simply for lounging by. There is, sort of a third into the area, an old counter that rails off the access to a door to a side room, you assume.
“There are toilets further back,” Steve explains. “They need a loving hand...all of it does but...it’s an option.”
You barely hear him, already envisioning how you can transform the place.
“This is perfect!” Giddy with excitement, you turn and jump into his arms, kissing him hard. “Amazing!”
CONTENT: Nothing bad, just a lot of curiosity and gentle approaches.
A/N: “Imagine Legolas with a fae s/o elves and fae are mistaken for one another by outsiders only for legolas and fae reader to be like no we are totally different with one difference being fae controlling nature and having healing powers. I have this idea fae reader likes to show legolas things that interest her”.
So, this turned out to be the meeting rather than the established relationship with the introduction to Legolas’ friends. Still, I hope you like it. As per usual: please like, comment, and especially reblog – that’s the only way to make sure other people see it too. Here’s my TAGLIST and my MASTERLIST for more.
Fae/elf
He has heard of them. As an elf of the wild woods, Legolas was a wild child – at one with the forest and its seasons and yet there was still a politeness to his kin relationship with nature. A certain civility. Not to mention that the elves of Greenwood live orderly lives with roofs over their heads and beds to find rest in.
But there are elves who are downright feral, or so he’s been told. Elves that abandoned the way of their brethren eons ago in order to be part of nature instead of living along side it. “Fae”, they’re called by most. “Sylvan”, they call themselves if the tales are to be believed.
As a child, Legolas threw himself over the tales – there were many – only to trace them all back to the same few encounters from ages ago. Defeated, the young prince eventually gave up on his dream of ever meeting a fae himself.
Little did he know.
Eons have passed. Legolas has come to the Undying Lands with his best friend, the dwarf Gimli (it had caused a great uproar but the dwarf proved himself, making the other elves accept him). The dreams of Legolas’ youth are long forgotten.
“Come, Gimli, ride with me.”
But Legolas knows it’s a request that falls on deaf ears as Gimli is working on a diadem for Galadriel – a personal request. So the former prince of Greenwood sets out on his own.
The morning dew still clings to every straw and leaf. The creatures of the night are only just settling down. This is the time of day that Legolas adores the most: when the light is young and the air is thin, carrying the fragrances on the gentle mist that gathers in otherworldly pools on the fields.
He has ridden for an hour when he halts in a clearing and dismounts. Leading the deer he has ridden on to the brook, the blond elf stretches and turns to face the rising sun. He still has a hand on the neck of the animal as it drinks so he feels it move, attracted to something further down the stream.
Turning to see what it is, Legolas has to strain his eyes: a crouched figure, dressed in soft leathers and leaves, watching him with clear eyes that hold eons of wisdom yet also a child’s curiosity.
Fae.
There’s no doubt.
“Mae govannen,” he greets softly, afraid to startle them.
Thankfully, instead of getting scared, the fae elf stands up and it becomes apparent it’s a female. Slowly, she steps closer. And closer. Until she’s right before Legolas who just keeps still. An elegant hand rises, index finger extended and she...boops his nose, making her erupt in a giggle. Perhaps it’s the act itself that brings her so much joy or perhaps it’s Legolas who is very taken aback by the action.
Then she turns and runs off, only pausing briefly to send him a bright smile before disappearing into the forest from whence she’s undoubtedly come.
---
Legolas returns the next morning, earlier still, and she’s there as if waiting for him.
Dismounting, he pulls a pack of lembas bread from his satchel, offering it to her. It’s wrapped in green leaves which he folds aside to reveal the golden treat within.
She’s intrigued, that much is obvious. Edging closer, her nostrils are flaring to pick up the sweet scent of the honey that’s used for the lembas. Carefully proffering it forward, Legolas watches in fascination as she takes it with delicate hands and brings it to her lips. He loves the way she bites into it, the way her eyes close as she discovers the taste.
“It is good, is it not?” he mumbles.
But even the soft sound of his voice is enough to bring her out of the moment and she retreats a bit, eyes big with wonder as she considers the situation. Then she holds out her hand, cupped as if offering him something despite the fact that her palm is empty. Or it was. Out of thin air, delicious ruby berries appear, overflowing so a few spill to the ground. She pushes her now full hand closer to him, clearly showing that she wants him to take them, so he does, astounded and full of questions.
How did she do it?
Taking one, he relishes in the sweet and tart taste as it pops between his teeth – eyes closed. It’s the perfect taste of late summer, bringing back memories of foraging as a young elf in the vast forest of Greenwood...before it became Duskwood.
But he also feels the surge of energy fill his body, not unlike how the lembas bread would. She must have recognized the effect and recreated it in these berries.
Opening his eyes, he finds that she’s gone, though, but something tells him that they’ll meet again.
I LOVED THIS FIC SO MUCH!!! And the description of the fae being all giggly and playful is so me and i just love elves and faeries in general. I hope to see a continuation of this fanfic cause it was so cute and wholesome 😭🫶🫶
Fandom: MCU.
Pairing/starring: Loki Laufeyson x fem!reader.
Word count: 286.
Content: Smut (public, edging, fingering, denial).
A/N: We’ve reached the 7th of September and with that the prompt “Don’t you dare cum until I say so” from SexySeptemberScribbles. As per usual please like, comment, and especially reblog as this site doesn’t work like the others! Here’s my TAGLIST and my MASTERLIST for more.
One rule
The rule was simple.
“Don’t you dare cum until I say so,” Loki had whispered in your ear.
You’d scoffed at it because really? How much could he do at a dinner to get you more than just turned on?
Now you regret having accepted his challenge but at the same time, your hips can’t stop tilting to chase the touch hidden by the tablecloth.
You glance to your side where Loki is conversing calmly with the older gentleman across the table, both hands where you could see them and only sometimes gesturing discreetly to adjust the magical clone that’s kneeling between your legs, head squished between your thighs in an attempt to reach where you won’t let it. But the clone’s hand is there, adept fingers stroking against your walls, thumb pressing against your clit.
Your hand is trembling as you reach for the glass, barely able to keep your wits about you to lift it to your lips and for just a brief second your senses are relieved as you take in the cool liquid...but it can’t distract for long especially not as the fingers curl inside you, pressing against the perfect spot.
You barely bite back the moan but a faint whimper does escape your lips and you see the corner of Loki’s mouth quirk in amusement.
The secret ministrations intensify. Your breath grows shallower and you have to crumble the edge of the tablecloth in your fist as you try not to rock along to the pleasure.
You are so close.
As if knowing – and yeah, he probably is perfectly aware just how close you are – Loki leans in to kiss your cheek and lovingly whisper in your ear.
Pairing/starring: Loki Laufeyson x virgin!fem!reader.
Word count: 300.
Content: Smut (first time for reader, mentions of oral and fingering, piv, riding), patience, fluff.
A/N: We’ve reached the 25th of September and with that the prompt “You’re taking me so well” from SexySeptemberScribbles. As per usual please like, comment, and especially reblog as this site doesn’t work like the others! Here’s my TAGLIST and my MASTERLIST for more and then there’s the S3 compilation!
Like a glove
You’re so nervous! You can barely breathe, chest feeling tight, and the butterflies in your belly seem about ready to burst out of you. Or maybe that’s the aftershocks of having cum so hard from Loki’s mouth that your voice broke?
No.
As you get into position above Loki, knees dimpling the mattress on either side of his waist, the flutter of nerves intensifies. You’ve played with his cock – even had it in your mouth – and it’s so big it will be impossible to fit it into your cunt where only his fingers and tongue have been.
“Look at me, flower,” he murmurs.
From staring at his pelvis you meet his eyes, soft and confident. His hands are on your hips, guiding you without applying any force – if you wanted to, you could move away.
You feel the slide of his fingertips along the inside of your thigh before losing contact. Then something blunt strokes your folds, coming to rest to nudge at your entrance.
“What if -?” you start, only to stop yourself.
“It’ll fit, I promise.” With his free hand he takes yours, kissing your knuckles. “Remember how you took my fingers?”
Somewhat emboldened, you sink down slowly, spearing yourself on his cock even if only a little bit before your thighs tense and you pull up slowly.
Deep breath.
Then down again, further this time and you see how Loki’s face screws up, eyelashes fluttering and mouth ajar. Up and down, each time taking him a bit better, a bit further, until you’re sitting flush on him and you’re fuller than you’ve ever been before. Heavy and warm, stretching your cunt deliciously.
“S-see?” he gasps. “You’re taking me so well.”
You can only nod, insides clenching and making him breathe in sharply as you testingly roll your hips.
A/N: It's close enough that I can say we’ve reached the 23rd of September and with that the prompt “All the way down, good girl...nose to the base, show me you can take it.” from SexySeptemberScribbles. As per usual please like, comment, and especially reblog as this site doesn’t work like the others! Here’s my TAGLIST and my MASTERLIST for more and then there’s the S3 compilation!
Filthy whispers
Nothing in the world could have prepared you for how foul mouthed Captain America is. Admittedly, you also wouldn’t have expected to be on your knees before him, gagging on his cock. It was something that just...happened.
One thing led to the other: a flirting comment, a lingering touch, a quiet challenge and now suddenly Steve is spewing the most filthy things as his hand rests on your head, trying not to push you further onto his length.
“Just like that, sweetheart,” he is groaning.
You hum around him, tongue curling along the crown before you bob your head down again. You can feel the vein on the underside of his shaft throbbing in response and you would have smiled if you could have.
“All the way down,” he urges and you try to comply, struggling as he hits your gag reflex. “Good girl...nose to the base,” he keeps tempting you, moaning as your throat flexes around him, “show me you can take it.”
Saliva and tears are streaking your skin but you couldn’t be happier as you know you have full power over him of all people.
Your nose brush his tight curls, dirty blonde like the hairs on his head and chest. There’s a scent to him that you want to memorize...or maybe alter with your own juices as you ride him.
Pressing out a hum once more at the idea, you brace against his thigh, nails digging into his skin before you shift to cupping his balls.
“Gonna cum so hard,” he growls, nails digging into your scalp. “Make you choke on it.”
Moments later his hips stutter, pressing his cock impossibly deeper and painting your throat in spurts that spill over and leak down your chin.
Fandom: MCU.
Pairing/starring: Steve Rogers x fem!reader.
Word count: 203.
Content: Reference to smut: orgasm control (denial + multiple), hint at oral, fluff. Wait...fluff? What?
A/N: On the 4th day of SexySeptemberScribbles we’ve got the prompt “Let me kiss it better.” As per usual please like, comment, and especially reblog as this site doesn’t work like the others! Here’s my TAGLIST and my MASTERLIST for more.
Kiss it better
You wake to fingers gliding across your skin, tracing patterns made of goosebumps. Half turning, you can feel how tired your body still is after the night you’ve had but Steve takes your movement as an invitation to intensify his caress. A palm slides over your hip. His lips find your cheek.
“Mmmmorning,” he smiles against your skin.
“Mmm,” you hum in happy response.
His hand, so strong and yet so careful, travels further – from your hip to your lower abdomen. Then it slides down further until it finds your folds and you hiss at the sting of the gentle touch.
It had been an intense night where he’d kept you on the edge for ages at first, but when he finally allowed you to take the tumble, he kept wringing one orgasm out of you after the other. He’d fucked the brains out of you and you’d loved every bit of it...but now you’re paying the price.
Lifting his head to watch you, you can see the concern in Steve’s eyes.
“Just sore,” you admit.
Something flutters across his face: pride, guilt...and then something devious.
“Let me kiss it better.”
He’s already moving, disappearing beneath the covers and nestling between you legs.
PAIRING/STARRING: Mob boss!Steve Rogers x fem!reader x Mob boss!Loki Laufeyson.
WORD COUNT: 1530.
SUMMARY: Sometimes all that’s needed for two competing mob bosses to bring them together is a person. You.
CONTENT: Aftermath, comfort, confessions (accidental and begged for), secrets, a suggestion.
A/N: Please please please, I’d love to hear what you think of this.
As per usual: please like, comment, and especially reblog – that’s the only way to make sure other people see it too. Here’s my TAGLIST and my MASTERLIST for more.
7.
You haven’t texted or called neither Loki nor Steve about the incident at the grocer. You don’t want to make a big deal out of it but you only have to wait half an hour before the lock clicks and Steve rushes in.
“Sweetheart?” he calls before he spots you on the couch. “You’re okay?”
“I’m fine,” you promise, though really you’re rattled by the encounter with Romanova.
He doesn’t seem to be convinced either way, falling to his knees next to the couch and scooping you into his arms to hold you tight.
Freeing an arm to reciprocate, you revel in the restrained strength – it makes you feel safe. Suddenly, you’re crying. Shivering sobs from the bottom of your lungs that steal your breath away until you’re gasping for air and Steve has to talk your through breathing only to unleash a new wave as soon as you’ve calmed a bit.
“It’s okay,” Steve assures you, “you did so good.”
You’re vaguely aware of the door opening again and then a shift to allow another person join in the embrace: Loki. Some mumbled exchange takes place above your head.
“You are so brave, flower.” Loki kisses the top of your head. “Our perfect girl.”
They keep rocking you gently, mumbled praises calming you down, and eventually you can dry your eyes and look up at them. Puffy face or not, they regard you only with love that makes your heart melt. They’ll protect you as best as they can and while they cannot be with you 24/7, they will come to you if it’s really needed. Come for you.
“I’m sorry,” you sniffle, making both men shake their heads. “She...she said something, told me to tell you...” You inhale shakily, trying to recall the exact words. “Any means necessary to re-establish order.”
If the words hold any importance to the men, they don’t show it.
“It’ll be okay, doll,” Steve insists.
Even Loki nods. “Don’t worry about it.”
Pulling back a bit, you glare up in defiance. “But if she’ll come for you, like Stark’s men did?”
“We’ll be fine. Trust us.
And you do. You do trust them.
---
Against your expectations, the men suggest going out for dinner that night. Figuring it might be a display of sorts, you don’t object to it even if you’d rather stay cooped up at home for the next eternity.
“Second lesson,” Loki smiles as you are all getting your shoes on.
Steve chimes in: “Don’t make yourself smaller because of others. Live your life to the fullest.”
Stunned, you look from one to the other. “This isn’t to show that we can’t be bullied?”
There’s a brief exchange of glances. Something proud.
“Part of it is,” Steve relents, “but mostly it’s because you have to watch out for yourself. Once you allow yourself to be reigned in, your life will keep shrinking.”
You consider the implications and find yourself recognizing that that’s exactly as you’d have done.
“Ah.”
This time, it’s not just the three of you walking down the streets to the restaurant but also a posse of mobsters spread out around you as security. It’s not unfamiliar to you, but there are more than usual and you can’t help but feel a bit wary yourself too, your gaze constantly darting to the alley mouths and flickering over the faces of people passing by.
Of course, nothing happens.
You make it to the restaurant, leaving the “guards” outside after one of them has had a peek into the place to see if it’s safe. Apparently it is, because Loki ushers you in after Steve and soon the three of you are seated at a corner table at the back.
There’s no offer of free champagne this time but the chef himself comes out, greeting Steve like an old friend and offering a special menu which you all agree to.
It’s easy to forget the troubles of the day as you sit and indulge in the excellent food and sweet company. That’s when you have to admit something to yourself. Something that has been happening over a long time but you’ve not put the words to until this evening where you’re laughing at their stories despite the dangers of the world you’re being brought into: you love them.
Both of them.
You had expected that maybe you’d prefer one over the other and turn them against each other to be free of the arrangement but now...now you don’t want out. Not even with the threats of Romanova or anyone else.
Reaching for their hands, you smile to them and butterflies go crazy in your belly as they return the gesture.
---
You’ve snuggled up between then en, listening to them fall asleep, each with an arm around you and their heads on your shoulders. And you’re still awake, tiptoeing through a mental borderland of anxiety due to the recent events and the giddiness of understanding that you’re in love.
Kissing first one and then the other on the crown of the heads, you smile in the darkness.
“I love you.”
It’s a quiet whisper, meant to just test out the words on your own, but Loki stirs. You can feel how he lifts his head to try and see you. It’s a bit fumblingly, finding his mouth with yours, but you manage to and revel in the sharp intake of air he takes at the contact. The kiss is slow and exploratory and lovely until eventually, you both settle down again, content. Maybe slightly horny.
---
You wake to whispers. Quiet words that curl into your hazy dream to gently easy you into the morning. Snuggling up between the warm bodies, you refuse to open your eyes at first, wanting to simply enjoy lying there for a bit – the night has been too short for you.
“Sweetheart,” Steve hums. “Loki says you have something I should hear too...”
His lips brush your cheek, your jaw, your neck, and you stretch to give him better access to the sensitive spot beneath your ear.
“Tell me or I won’t kiss you again,” he threatens, lips hovering right where you want him to kiss.
Pouting, you think of excuses to hesitate. “I’m not sure what you’re talking about.”
You hear Loki laugh softly. “I know, I wasn’t meant to hear...but it’s not fair that only I heard you.”
The two have gotten maybe a bit too allied, but you figure it’s a better alternative to how it used to be before that day in the cafe.
You blink, looking first to Loki, who has his head propped up from the pillow, then turning to meet Steve’s eyes so close to you. Sinking back, you close your eyes once more. Imagine them both asleep. That makes it easier.
“I love you. Both of you.”
It’s just a whisper but you know they’ve heard it clearly because they start to kiss you, slow and almost reverently until you are dizzy with loving. They don’t have to say it back to you, you know it.
Everything stops, though, when your stomach suddenly rumbles, sending all three of you into a laughing fit that continues as you get up and move to the kitchen to sort breakfast.
Eventually the joy fades, though, leaving room to consider the plans for the day to come.
“I’ll be going to the hospital to check on Mobius,” Loki announces.
“Can I show her?” Steve asks the other man.
You don’t know what he refers to, but you find yourself hoping that Loki will say yes and judging by the delight in Steve’s eyes when Loki does approve, you gather you should be excited too.
---
Steve’s driven you further into his part of the city, refusing on the way to divulge what you should expect and you are no closer at figuring it out, when he pulls into a parking space not far from the library in a street with a quick mart and an apothecary. A few closed storefronts speak of a place that’s quiet but when you look down the street, you see the end of a park.
“It’s this one,” Steve catches your attention by pointing to a building with glass fronts covered in cardboard on the inside.
Going to the door, he unlocks it and offers you to go in first.
It’s dusty and, until Steve finds the switches, dusky. Then you see the space as it sprawls before you, only hampered by a few load-bearing pillars that your mind immediately decorates with fairy-lights and climbing plants. You can see where small and big tables can be placed, some perfect for TTRPG and others simply for lounging by. There is, sort of a third into the area, an old counter that rails off the access to a door to a side room, you assume.
“There are toilets further back,” Steve explains. “They need a loving hand...all of it does but...it’s an option.”
You barely hear him, already envisioning how you can transform the place.
“This is perfect!” Giddy with excitement, you turn and jump into his arms, kissing him hard. “Amazing!”
PAIRING/STARRING: Mob boss!Steve Rogers x fem!reader x Mob boss!Loki Laufeyson.
WORD COUNT: 1530.
SUMMARY: Sometimes all that’s needed for two competing mob bosses to bring them together is a person. You.
CONTENT: Aftermath, comfort, confessions (accidental and begged for), secrets, a suggestion.
A/N: Please please please, I’d love to hear what you think of this.
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7.
You haven’t texted or called neither Loki nor Steve about the incident at the grocer. You don’t want to make a big deal out of it but you only have to wait half an hour before the lock clicks and Steve rushes in.
“Sweetheart?” he calls before he spots you on the couch. “You’re okay?”
“I’m fine,” you promise, though really you’re rattled by the encounter with Romanova.
He doesn’t seem to be convinced either way, falling to his knees next to the couch and scooping you into his arms to hold you tight.
Freeing an arm to reciprocate, you revel in the restrained strength – it makes you feel safe. Suddenly, you’re crying. Shivering sobs from the bottom of your lungs that steal your breath away until you’re gasping for air and Steve has to talk your through breathing only to unleash a new wave as soon as you’ve calmed a bit.
“It’s okay,” Steve assures you, “you did so good.”
You’re vaguely aware of the door opening again and then a shift to allow another person join in the embrace: Loki. Some mumbled exchange takes place above your head.
“You are so brave, flower.” Loki kisses the top of your head. “Our perfect girl.”
They keep rocking you gently, mumbled praises calming you down, and eventually you can dry your eyes and look up at them. Puffy face or not, they regard you only with love that makes your heart melt. They’ll protect you as best as they can and while they cannot be with you 24/7, they will come to you if it’s really needed. Come for you.
“I’m sorry,” you sniffle, making both men shake their heads. “She...she said something, told me to tell you...” You inhale shakily, trying to recall the exact words. “Any means necessary to re-establish order.”
If the words hold any importance to the men, they don’t show it.
“It’ll be okay, doll,” Steve insists.
Even Loki nods. “Don’t worry about it.”
Pulling back a bit, you glare up in defiance. “But if she’ll come for you, like Stark’s men did?”
“We’ll be fine. Trust us.
And you do. You do trust them.
---
Against your expectations, the men suggest going out for dinner that night. Figuring it might be a display of sorts, you don’t object to it even if you’d rather stay cooped up at home for the next eternity.
“Second lesson,” Loki smiles as you are all getting your shoes on.
Steve chimes in: “Don’t make yourself smaller because of others. Live your life to the fullest.”
Stunned, you look from one to the other. “This isn’t to show that we can’t be bullied?”
There’s a brief exchange of glances. Something proud.
“Part of it is,” Steve relents, “but mostly it’s because you have to watch out for yourself. Once you allow yourself to be reigned in, your life will keep shrinking.”
You consider the implications and find yourself recognizing that that’s exactly as you’d have done.
“Ah.”
This time, it’s not just the three of you walking down the streets to the restaurant but also a posse of mobsters spread out around you as security. It’s not unfamiliar to you, but there are more than usual and you can’t help but feel a bit wary yourself too, your gaze constantly darting to the alley mouths and flickering over the faces of people passing by.
Of course, nothing happens.
You make it to the restaurant, leaving the “guards” outside after one of them has had a peek into the place to see if it’s safe. Apparently it is, because Loki ushers you in after Steve and soon the three of you are seated at a corner table at the back.
There’s no offer of free champagne this time but the chef himself comes out, greeting Steve like an old friend and offering a special menu which you all agree to.
It’s easy to forget the troubles of the day as you sit and indulge in the excellent food and sweet company. That’s when you have to admit something to yourself. Something that has been happening over a long time but you’ve not put the words to until this evening where you’re laughing at their stories despite the dangers of the world you’re being brought into: you love them.
Both of them.
You had expected that maybe you’d prefer one over the other and turn them against each other to be free of the arrangement but now...now you don’t want out. Not even with the threats of Romanova or anyone else.
Reaching for their hands, you smile to them and butterflies go crazy in your belly as they return the gesture.
---
You’ve snuggled up between then en, listening to them fall asleep, each with an arm around you and their heads on your shoulders. And you’re still awake, tiptoeing through a mental borderland of anxiety due to the recent events and the giddiness of understanding that you’re in love.
Kissing first one and then the other on the crown of the heads, you smile in the darkness.
“I love you.”
It’s a quiet whisper, meant to just test out the words on your own, but Loki stirs. You can feel how he lifts his head to try and see you. It’s a bit fumblingly, finding his mouth with yours, but you manage to and revel in the sharp intake of air he takes at the contact. The kiss is slow and exploratory and lovely until eventually, you both settle down again, content. Maybe slightly horny.
---
You wake to whispers. Quiet words that curl into your hazy dream to gently easy you into the morning. Snuggling up between the warm bodies, you refuse to open your eyes at first, wanting to simply enjoy lying there for a bit – the night has been too short for you.
“Sweetheart,” Steve hums. “Loki says you have something I should hear too...”
His lips brush your cheek, your jaw, your neck, and you stretch to give him better access to the sensitive spot beneath your ear.
“Tell me or I won’t kiss you again,” he threatens, lips hovering right where you want him to kiss.
Pouting, you think of excuses to hesitate. “I’m not sure what you’re talking about.”
You hear Loki laugh softly. “I know, I wasn’t meant to hear...but it’s not fair that only I heard you.”
The two have gotten maybe a bit too allied, but you figure it’s a better alternative to how it used to be before that day in the cafe.
You blink, looking first to Loki, who has his head propped up from the pillow, then turning to meet Steve’s eyes so close to you. Sinking back, you close your eyes once more. Imagine them both asleep. That makes it easier.
“I love you. Both of you.”
It’s just a whisper but you know they’ve heard it clearly because they start to kiss you, slow and almost reverently until you are dizzy with loving. They don’t have to say it back to you, you know it.
Everything stops, though, when your stomach suddenly rumbles, sending all three of you into a laughing fit that continues as you get up and move to the kitchen to sort breakfast.
Eventually the joy fades, though, leaving room to consider the plans for the day to come.
“I’ll be going to the hospital to check on Mobius,” Loki announces.
“Can I show her?” Steve asks the other man.
You don’t know what he refers to, but you find yourself hoping that Loki will say yes and judging by the delight in Steve’s eyes when Loki does approve, you gather you should be excited too.
---
Steve’s driven you further into his part of the city, refusing on the way to divulge what you should expect and you are no closer at figuring it out, when he pulls into a parking space not far from the library in a street with a quick mart and an apothecary. A few closed storefronts speak of a place that’s quiet but when you look down the street, you see the end of a park.
“It’s this one,” Steve catches your attention by pointing to a building with glass fronts covered in cardboard on the inside.
Going to the door, he unlocks it and offers you to go in first.
It’s dusty and, until Steve finds the switches, dusky. Then you see the space as it sprawls before you, only hampered by a few load-bearing pillars that your mind immediately decorates with fairy-lights and climbing plants. You can see where small and big tables can be placed, some perfect for TTRPG and others simply for lounging by. There is, sort of a third into the area, an old counter that rails off the access to a door to a side room, you assume.
“There are toilets further back,” Steve explains. “They need a loving hand...all of it does but...it’s an option.”
You barely hear him, already envisioning how you can transform the place.
“This is perfect!” Giddy with excitement, you turn and jump into his arms, kissing him hard. “Amazing!”
PAIRING/STARRING: Mob boss!Steve Rogers x fem!reader x Mob boss!Loki Laufeyson.
WORD COUNT: 1655.
SUMMARY: Sometimes all that’s needed for two competing mob bosses to bring them together is a person. You.
CONTENT: Results of violence (nothing graphic), worrying/anxiety, feelings, a first, a trip, threats.
A/N: Please please please, I’d love to hear what you think of this.
As per usual: please like, comment, and especially reblog – that’s the only way to make sure other people see it too. Here’s my TAGLIST and my MASTERLIST for more.
6.
They never stay with you on their own – it’s either both or none – and after a little month of that, you’ve gotten used to the comfort or their presence while relishing in the simplicity of the nights you have on alone. And yet...you miss them when they’re not there.
That’s why, when you hear the key in the lock late one evening, that you light up in a smile rather than wonder why they’re coming home to you.
Getting off the couch where you’ve been reading, you head towards the door but stop in your tracks when you see Laufeyson coming in, supported by Rogers. You see the bloody knuckles. See the shakiness in Laufeyson’s steps.
“It’s okay, flower,” the dark-haired man rasps, “I’ve been patched up.”
Nodding, though unsure, you help get him settled on the couch. He groans as he lifts his feet up, allowing you to pull off his shoes only to realize that he’s sprained an ankle.
“I’ll get something to clean you both up with,” you mumble.
“Wait,” Rogers stops you as much with the plea as with a hand on your arm. “You don’t have to.”
There’s something in his eyes, a desperation or a need but you don’t know what to do and all you can think of is to slip into an embrace where you tug yourself close to his chest.
“What happened?” you whisper, looking from one man to the other.
They both shake their heads but as you keep waiting for an answer, Laufeyson relents:
“Stark had a thing or two to say about our arrangement. Sent some of his men after me when I was meeting with my second, Mobius...” His voice trails off, indicating that whatever Stark’s guys did wasn’t good.
Rogers tucks you closer to his chest. “Loki got word to me. Got there in time. Mobius in the hospital and Loki needed a slug dug out. We both lost some men but at least we taught Stark a lesson.”
Freeing yourself, you kneel next to the couch, kissing Laufeyson on the cheek. “I’m glad you’re okay-ish.” Then you look from one to the other. “Get cleaned up. I’ll sort something to eat for you both.”
You can’t think of any other way you can help and it makes you feel powerless but at least your hands and mind are occupied as you set about making a quick pasta dish while the guys clean up and get into more comfortable and, most importantly, clean clothes.
It’s the first time you see Laufeyson in a t-shirt and it looks too casual on him. It also reveals part of a white bandage on his upper arm and you figure that’s where he got shot. Trying not to stare at it, you silently dish out the pasta, earning thanks from both men before they dig into the food.
Something has shifted. It’s not just the fact that there have been consequences to your arrangement, but rather an unspoken understanding between the men.
Then you realize: Rogers could have decided not to come to Laufeyson’s aid, leaving him to whatever fate there’d be for him and have you for himself. Instead, he’d decided to come and save him.
“Ro-...Steve...” Your use of his first name make them both stop mid-bite and you have to look away from their intense gazes. “Thank you for helping Loki today. Thank you for getting you both home to me.”
He reaches for you, and you take his hand gingerly, trying not to touch his raw knuckles.
“Always.”
That’s all he says. No more is needed.
---
The men have switched sides in the bed, allowing Laufeyson to lie on his good side while still getting to face you. As if wanting to make him feel better, Rogers has wordlessly made you spoon with his former competitor while he himself has nuzzled up as close as he can, a leg over your hip – heavy and shielding.
It takes a long time for you to find rest: the first light is peeping in past the edges of the curtain before you surrender to sleep and even then it’s light and marred by nightmares.
At one point you wake, silent tears streaking your face and wetting the pillow. As you move to wipe them away, Rogers stirs. A furrow forms between his brows as you looks at you, then he kisses the tears away, gingerly as if afraid he’ll cause more to spill over.
A sudden need fills you, then, and you tilt your head to catch his lips with yours. Heart beating in your chest like mad and breath stuck in your lungs, your mouth lingers there but then he kisses you back and you feel right. Relaxing in Laufeyson’s embrace, you allow him to part your lips, his tongue dipping in to taste you before he pulls back.
“Steve...” you whisper.
Smiling, he cradles your cheek. “Don’t rush. We’ll wait for as long as you need.”
“Why?”
He hesitates like he’s never considered that before, even tilts his head a bit before shrugging: “It just feels right. Complete.”
You know what he means. Nodding, you snuggle down once more – a little bit calmer.
---
The men have a lot to see to, even Loki despite his injuries, but they promise to be back as soon as they can while asking you to tell them if you go anywhere. Of course, there’ll be two of their guys coming with you, should you leave (you hadn’t expected that to change), but even so, you can sense Steve and Loki rather want you to remain at home. It’s safer. Easier.
It turns out to be boring and slightly claustrophobic too and so eventually, you text them that you’ll do groceries before poking your head out the door.
There is a small group, but you recognize one of them as Steve’s guy and figure that the rest must be one more of his and two of Loki’s. They’re on either side of the hallway as if being too close would be unsafe or maybe feel like fraternizing with the enemy.
“Ma’am?” the guy you recognize straightens up.
Be confident. “Just wanted to let you know I’ll be heading out soon,” you manage to say in a clear voice. The four men look at each other questioningly. “I’m not choosing which of you will accompany me, so consider this your chance to figure it out.”
Then you slip back inside, preparing for a trip into the dangerous world where the ones who care for you get hurt.
By the time you lock the door to the apartment, two of the guys seem to be ready to accompany you. The introduce themselves, at your request, as Jim and Oluf, respectively Steve’s and Loki’s guys.
“Alright. I’m not planning a huge trip, don’t worry,” you explain to them, “just some groceries.”
And with that, you head down the stairs and out on the street.
It’s getting later in the summer and the heat is oppressive still, making your skin clammy with dewy sweat within seconds. Thankful for your airy summer dress, you put on your sunglasses and tug at the strap of your purse before stepping fully into the sun.
You notice how Jim and Oluf look in all directions, alert and keen to stay close to you as you lead the way down a few blocks to the grocer.
It’s still relatively early, meaning that most of the shoppers haven’t gotten off work yet, allowing space for the small crowd of retirees or stay-at-homes. Grabbing a cart, you make your way through the shop, picking the things you need without dallying too much.
It’s as you reach for a bottle of olive oil that it happens: a prettily manicured hand snatches it before you, and when you look up, your gaze lands on a red-headed woman. She’s, frankly, gorgeous...but something in the way she regards you makes you tense up and look around for Jim and Oluf.
They’re both there, each with a hand under the light jackets – a sudden understanding that they are grasping at weapons hits you – and eyes narrowed at the woman and another figure who’s a bit further down the aisle: another woman.
“Fancy meeting you here,” the read-head purrs, your name rolling off her tongue easily.
“And you are?” Strangely, your voice is calm.
“My name’s Romanova,” she smiles...a smile that fades slightly as you manage to keep a stone-face somehow. “So you’re the one upsetting the balance...” Gone is the softness from her voice, instead lacing it with ice.
You could point out, that you weren’t given a choice but that’s not entirely true: even if you couldn’t have denied them completely, you could have chosen just one, leaving Loki and Steve to stand without this new alliance and thus keeping the power distribution as it has been for a long time. Instead, you straighten your back fully, trying to live up to the first lesson on how to deal with this world.
“I’m not part of their businesses. You’ll have to deal with them instead,” you announce.
That makes her arch a brow. “Oh, but you are. So tell them this...any means necessary to reestablish order.”
Her gaze lingers on you – searing your skin, it seems – before she turns and leaves, dumping the bottle of olive oil in your cart.
You stay stock still until she and the other woman is out of sight. Then you sigh, allowing your body to sort of collapse over the handlebar of the cart. Completely deflated, even the deep breaths your take are not quite enough to give you your power back.
“Ma’am,” Oluf mumbles, suddenly a lot closer, “we should leave.”
He’s absolutely right. And still a part of you protests at the thought of being bullied into submission.
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Been updating the descriptions of my MCU series to now clearly show content labels even before clicking on to the individual series masterlist and such.
Still need to fix my other series (anime mostly), but it's a step to make eit more friendly for readers when browsing my masterlists.
Thanks for the ask! But oh that's a hard one, though...but I think...I think I'll have to go with a character tjat's been part of my life since I was a year old:
This is just a fun little thing I’ve been wanting to do since the dawn of time but could never find a post to reblog that satisfied what I wanted. So I made this, feel free to reblog and use it yourself!
❤️ how tall are you?
🧡 what is your sexuality?
💛 what is your favorite feature on yourself?
💚 where are you from?
🩵 do you have any pets?
💙 do you have any siblings?
💜 describe yourself in five words or less!
🩷 dream job?
🖤 favorite hobbies outside of your blog
🎂 when is your birthday?
🌙 your zodiac (Sun, Moon, Rising)
💉do you have tattoos and/or piercings
🚗 can you drive?
✈️ favorite place you’ve traveled
🎤 have you been to a concert
🎵 favorite artists
🎧 last song you listened too
📺 last show you watched
📝 last thing you wrote
🔐 something no one would guess about you
🧟♀️ scariest thing that’s happened to you
🔥 craziest thing that’s ever happened to you
🍓 favorite food
🍅 least favorite food
🍊 favorite season?
🍋 favorite genre to read / watch / write
🍐 if you could make one character real, who would it be
🫐 some place you’d love to visit
🍇 a word your friends would use to describe you
🍒 what is your earliest memory
🍌 what is one talent you wish you had
💌 why did you start this blog?
✏️ when did you start writing fanfic
🖇️ what are your favorite asks to answer
📚 how do you come up with the fics you write
📌 what is the fic you’re know for
🔍 what character do you enjoy writing for the most
🖊️ what character do you not enjoy writing for
💔 is there a fic you wish you didn’t write
❤️🔥 what character do you simp for most often
🧚♀️ favorite characters of all time
🪐 favorite shows / series of all time
🌝 a show you would recommend to anyone
🌚 a show you’d tell people to stay away from
🌹 favorite kinks to write for
🥀 kinks you would never write for
🌊 a kink you would like to write but you think you’d be judged
❄️ full fics, imagines or head canons
☂️ your favorite fanfic from another writer
A couple of in depth questions!
🍄 what is something that’s happened in your life that you wish you could go back and change?
⭐️ what is one of your biggest accomplishments? Why is it so important to you?
🪻what is the toughest thing you had to go through, but can say you’ve successfully overcome?
🌺 what is the best gift someone has ever given you and why is it so important
🍀 what is your comfort show/series and why is it your comfort show? How has it helped you?
I've been posting fanfics here from 2017, I think.
Most of the reblogs are my own, trying to catch the attention of possible readers.
Most often, the reblogs are only my own.
It's disheartening.
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