I'm almost 22 and I'm a virgin in every way, I had no problem with it until people found out and started making fun of me for it
I even dated a guy for 2 weeks and he was this horny asshole who literally asked me to sleep with him after our first date. I could never kiss him or anything else and I made my lack of interest in him very obvious that he wasn't surprised when I asked him to break up over text. what did he expect though... I'm a hopeless romantic and him an ass who got me drunk and self claimed himself as my boyfriend then said he'd love to sleep with me like it's the most romantic thing ever...
I've been in a relationship once but it was online and even if my feelings and the pain or breakup was real, everyone says it doesn't count but it was over two years, it counts for me
Sorry I just can't help myself when I find a place to rant about my shit
I'm past all that and everything else I experienced and reading fics especially yours recently has helped me when I wanted to forget a bad day/s and and be in my own little imaginary world. You're truly an amazing writer â¤
Oh dear, that guy was the most condescending abusive jerkface and you didn't deserve that all , nobody does, the fact that you even gave him a chance and he absolutely crapped on it by being an asshole is the worst thing ever.
I don't think I have said it out loud but I'm older than you and I'm a full blown virgin myself ( the only sex I get is with loki in my dreams đ¤Ł). If anyone read LITTOU thed know that as I keep saying that reader is me. It's nothing to be ashamed of, I think it's most common in west because people here shame you for not being a virgin then being one.
Both of those things are wrong and damaging and people should learn to mind their own private bits.
I have never been hopelessly in love either, though I have had relationships but I was never in love with him, definitely not the crazy sort of love I describe. You don't have to bound yourself to society and what's normal or acceptable in there, don't give a fuck, you don't have to have sex and you could wait as long as you want until you find that person you'd be comfortable with.
Omg I canât even describe how like normal reading this makes me feel đ Iâm 20 years old and Iâve never been in a relationship let alone lost my virginity. Iâve like half kissed a boy ONCE and it definitely doesnât count. Iâve just never been the girl boys like (maybe itâs because I give off scary vibes to guys. Who knows đ)
Iâm the only virgin I know - I have friends with children đ and I feel so I donât even know how to describe it but like arghhh about it. Is it a relationship I want? Who knows? Maybe I just wanna hug someone đ¤
Iâm nearly 21 and still a virgin and never had a boyfriend and never been kissed. I have had sexual temptations but somehow sense gets slapped into me, and the reasons I decided to wait until marriage were so it would be special and meaningful, and that I wasnât bad like my older sister (who has five children by 2-3 different dads) and my oldest niece (who was sexually active during HS and even tried to have sex with a GAY friend of hers! She now has a kid by⌠well we arenât sure who the dad is). My sister invited criminals to her parents house and they stole my motherâs jewellery (we have the same mum) and my now adult niece made everything about sex and whinged about how we were essentially c*nts cuz we had rules like donât invite people over while your grandparents and young aunt are on holiday and your uncle is housesitting, and exposing your young aunt to things she doesnât wanna know and causing her to have a germ phobia where she has to clean every surface of the house and I have to basically and continuously make sure Iâm never EVER EVER compared to either of those slobs which is STRESSFUL!!
When I was in year 7 (first year of high school) I was asked by a girl Iâve known since we were in kindergarten whether or not I had sex and when I said I didnât, she laughed. Uhh. Weâre like 12/13 going on 13/14 at the time so WTF?!
Sorry if I seem like Iâm slut shaming. I understand and respect that women wanna have a few experiences, itâs not for everyone, but my oldest sister and oldest niece are BAD! Like they are people who give others the reason why they slut shame.
Honestly Iâm not slut shaming at all but when girls would talk about having sex in year 7 Iâd be like wtf đ I think Iâve always known about sex from a young age but to actually DO IT 𫢠nah
I think people donât understand that sex is a transfer of energy and some women feel empowered by having sex with multiple guys quite frequently. They forget the fact that when youâre having sex with a guy, heâs fucking you - you are not fucking him 𤣠he is ENTERING YOU (most of the time - some people are freaky) all the past people heâs been with and all their energy is being transferred to you. He leaves satisfied whilst your left feeling far from happy most of the time. There are so many cases of young girls losing their virginity and then just being a complete different person. Itâs sad really and not spoken about enough.
I feel like Iâm ranting and talking rubbish but if it makes sense to you it makes sense đ¤Łđ¤Łđ¤Ł
@wheredafandomat and a year later, I heard the police or parents found out about a brothel in one of the male students garages. My parents were talking about this with my dadâs colleague (we didnât know at the time but he was having an affair with her) and I was homeschooled since Year 7 so these kids were people I had known since my preschool years and it still baffles me about the exposure of sexual culture to minors especially in towns where the majority of the population are white/retirees/war veterans/new families.
I even talked with a friend of mine (whoâs a mum) and she said she was as disturbed about how girls around 10 are now wearing swimsuits that shouldnât be worn by 10 year olds and I stated âhaving that bikini ban may have been sexist, but there was fair reasoning behind itâ. Itâs just <đ¤Ż> itâs just shocking that society allows these things to happen and claim they had no idea.
Just randomly got a notification about this post and update: Iâm 24, I live with my bf, and we f like crazy đ¤Łđ¤Ł
But seriously, once you lose your virginity itâs gone, thatâs it. Done. Itâs boring. The real fun is found in the times before. The lingering touches, the way your heart starts THUMPING at the feeling of them simply running their hands down your arms. You canât get it back and itâs 100% worth waiting. Most of my friends that didnât (the ones previously mentioned when I was 20) regret it now
I was so confused when I got this notification. I was like when did I get this ask, when did I have this conversation? What? Damn I'm getting old (and still virgin)
I'm happy for you dear @wheredafandomat .. about the boyfriend and fuck like crazy part and not about losing the excitement about smut part đ
I honestly don't even want to know what real sex feels like at this point, I'm happy writing about my unattainable sexual fantasies
Summary: Tired of fighting, you and Erik work out some tension.
Warnings: Smut. Brief knife play. Oral (F. Receiving). Orgasm denial. Minors DNI. 18+ ONLY.
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Erik's relationship with your team has always been rocky. Most of the time he was long gone, hidden away with The Brotherhood of Mutants. He would cause chaos that the X-Men would have to smooth over especially when it came to the government. On the rare occasion, Charles and Erik would team up to take down threats against mutants. But most of the time, you were on opposite sides.
You had joined the X-Men a few years ago. You are a strong mutant with the gift of power mimicry. If you were in the proximity of another mutant, you could take on their powers if you wanted. This made you a huge threat to Erik when your teams were up against each other. He couldn't stand it. You could take anything he threw at you and give it back tenfold. You had gone toe to toe with him countless times over the years.
Now with the Sentinels threatening the existence of mutant kind, the X-Men and the Brotherhood of Mutants were teaming up. Erik and his crew are staying at the X-Mansion for the time being. It was hard to get used to at first. But both teams had slowly gotten used to each other, with the exception of you and Erik.
You were always at each other's throats. It's a constant battle of wills. You argued over everything. There was always so much tension between you. The air practically crackled with electricity any time you were in the same room. Tonight was no different. After another long battle, everyone was back at the X-Mansion. Erik stomped after you as you walk to your room.
"I told you to stay by my side so you could mimic my powers." Erik growls, his expression cold and teeth bared. He grabs your wrist to stop you from going inside. "Erik, I was fighting and we got separated. That's not my fault." You roll your eyes as you open the door to your room. "I told you to call me Magneto." He follows you inside your room, his mission suit ripped, his face dirty from the battle.
"When have I ever listened to you?" You put your hands on your hips, ready to square up with the Master of Magnetism. His light eyes meet yours and heat flares in your stomach. Damn him and his stupid handsome face. You take a deep breath to calm yourself, not wanting him to know how much he affects you. "I can't wait until this truce is over, so I don't have to see you all the time." You're pouting now. Erik smirks. "You're a terrible liar, love." With a flick of his wrist, your bedroom door slams shut.
"You know, Charles asked me to stop fighting with you." Erik takes a step closer, the space between you nearly nonexistent. You look at him suspiciously. "Why would he do that?" You can't think with him standing so close. You can feel the heat of him through his clothes. You shouldn't want him this badly. Sure, your teams were in a truce for now. But it would end eventually. Then he would go right back to being your enemy.
âCharles thinks itâs bad for our little forced team. If we are always fighting, heâs afraid The Brotherhood will start acting out too.â You roll your eyes. âMonkey see, monkey doâ You quip. Erik grins. âPrecisely. So love, I have an idea to quell all this tension between us.â His voice drops to that low timbre, chills cover your body. You canât help it. Heâs older, handsome, a villain. The man is a huge threat to humankind and yet here you are, panties wet just from the proximity.
You bite your bottom lip. You know youâll regret even entertaining whatever crazy idea he has, but the words just slip out. âWell letâs hear it then.â You put your hands back on your hips, willing the attraction youâre feeling to go away. He presses himself against you, hard muscles against your soft form. Your breath hitches slightly. âI propose we hate fuck. I know you want me. I can see it clearly. Your eyes dilate when Iâm near. The hitch in your breath when I stand too close gives you away.â The hum of metal goes through the air as he uses his powers to pull on your belt, drawing you closer.
âHate fuck? Iâm sure that is not what Charles had in mind, Erik.â You canât believe the audacity of this man. A grin spreads on his devilishly handsome face. âI told you, my name is Magneto.â He places a large hand on your back. âAnd, thatâs where youâre wrong, my sweet. Charles can read minds. He knew exactly what I was thinking, and yet, he didnât object to the idea.â You were sure Charles didnât think about Erik proposing this. Erik had a point though, Charles didnât say no, but still this is Magneto. Sensing your hesitation, he brushes a stray hair from your face. âJust this once, darling. It will help, I promise. Iâll make it good for you.â
What little resolve you have shatters. His ripped suit and dirty appearance was undoubtedly sexy. You had no doubt that he would make it good for you. âFine, but if you tell anyone, Iâll make you regret it.â You warn him, but heâs unbothered. Using his powers to move you with your belt buckle, he flings you effortlessly onto your bed. âI donât kiss and tell, love.â He smirks as he climbs on top of you. His hands move to his helmet. He begins to take it off when you grab his arms. âThe helmet stays on.â
His light eyes darken at your words. Erik leans down, lips crashing into yours. Itâs not soft or sweet, not like the kisses you were used to. He did say this was hate fucking after all. You grab at his suit, trying to take it off. He breaks the kiss to pepper more along your jaw and down your neck. You gasp when he bites near your collarbone. You werenât used to this. You had a few boyfriends who made love to you, but they werenât this rough. Erik was just taking what he wanted. âAh, ah, ah.â He scolds you. âIf the helmet stays on, so does the suit.â
Erik holds a hand out, his powers searching for something when the pocket knife you left on your night stand flies over to him. His mouth returns to your neck, both hands holding your hips to keep you from wiggling too much. The pocket knife moves to the top of your super suit under the control of his powers. It slices through the black spandex, cutting right down the middle. Once youâre just in your bra and panties, Erik throws your tattered suit to the floor.
The knife presses against your chest. The cold metal blade is a stark contrast to your heated skin. You jump at the contact. Erik holds you down harder. âStay still, love. Wouldnât want you getting hurt, would we?â He teases you as the knife slices your bra. Erik throws it to the side. He takes you in: your exposed breasts, your chest heaving, your wide eyes. He growls as he lowers his face to your breast, taking a peaked nipple between his lips. His other hand rolls your other nipple between his thumb and forefinger while his powers move the knife over your torso. The jagged blade travels down your stomach making your breath hitch.
You try to be still, but itâs all so sensual. Him on top of you, the knife, the thrill of it, the fact that heâs your enemy. He stops for a second, glaring at you. âI said to hold still.â He snaps. He looks around your room, a wicked smile on his lips. He manipulates your iron headboard, the sides coming down to wrap around your wrists. You gasp as your arms are brought above your head. You could use your powers to remove it if you wanted. You both knew that, but you wouldnât.
Your footboard captures your ankles at his command, spreading your legs. The sharp edge of the knife glides against your skin, pressing just hard enough to remind you that he could hurt you if he wanted. His teeth graze your nipple as the knife slices your panties, leaving you bare in front of him. He grins against your breast before sitting up to get a good look at you. He loves how you look under him. Your eyes are dark with lust. Your hands above your head, confined with your own headboard. You really are beautiful. He hates to admit it, even if only in his thoughts. You were always running your mouth, fighting with him over any little grievance. But now, he has all the control. The hum of his powers fill the room.
Erik grabs your ripped panties out from under you. He notices your other discarded clothing, but instead of tossing the panties on top of the pile, he gets an idea. âOpen.â He commands, one hand on your face, squeezing your cheeks. His thumb and forefinger on either side of your mouth pressing your cheeks against your teeth. You do as youâre told without thinking about it. You should be ashamed, letting him boss you around like this. The man had been kept in a high security prison under The Pentagon for almost ten years for crying out loud. But shame is the last thing on your mind when you look into his light eyes. You open your mouth and he stuffs your panties inside. âGood girl.â He smiles, clearly pleased with himself, now that he had you restrained and quiet for what he assumed was the first time in your life.
Erik leans down biting your inner thigh, the knife now set aside. His cold helmet touches the top of your thigh causing you to shiver. He moves his hand, making the footboard spread you obscenely wide for him. You whimper, but itâs muffled by your panties. âWhat was that, darling?â He asks, and you can feel the satisfied smirk against your leg. His mouth seals over you, licking through your heat, plump lips sealing over your clit. You ache to clamp your legs around his helmet covered head to keep him there, but your makeshift restraints keep your legs apart.
He fucks you with his tongue, drinking you down while his nose glides against your clit. You hate how he already knows how to make you writhe under him. Your legs shake as buries his face against you. He moans as he grips your thighs, tongue swirling in intricate patterns the devil himself designed. He lifts his head, his dirty, ruggedly handsome face glistens, covered in you. He reaches up to take your panties out of your mouth, throwing them to the floor without care. âI want to hear what you sound like when you come for me.â He goes back to his meal. His lips tug on your clit. With a flick of his wrist, your footboard contorts back to its normal shape, freeing you. You rest your legs on his shoulders immediately, crossing your legs and pulling him closer with your heels.
He groans as he drags his tongue over you slowly, teasing you. âErik please?â You beg him, hating yourself for it as soon as the words leave your mouth. You know he will throw this in your face the next argument you have. Erik pauses, âYou know thatâs not my name, love.â He says against you, his words vibrating along your core. This asshole! The absolute nerve he had to make you call him Magneto. Of course you knew he preferred to be called that. But nothing made you happier than pissing him off, so you called him Erik. The only time you even thought the name was in the middle of the night with images of him putting you through the mattress in your head and your hand between your thighs. He was going to make you say it or he wouldnât let you come. You knew it, knew him well enough by now.
He swirls his wicked tongue expertly on your clit working you up higher and higher. âErik!â You gasp, jerking against your headboardâs iron hold on your wrists. He flips you to your side, arms pulling against your headboard handcuffs. You squeak as youâre rolled over, his mouth never leaving you. Youâre right there, so close itâs palpable. Then the insufferable jackass stops, his hands and mouth leaving you feeling cold and wanting. âI told you thatâs not my name, love.â He lays his head on your inner thigh, pressing a soft kiss to your satiny skin. You groan, âI hate you so much!â He scoffs against your thigh, âI told you, youâre a terrible liar, darling. You love when I put my hands on you. You were just begging me when I had my mouth on the sweetest thing my villainous mouth will ever have the pleasure to taste. And you will be screaming my name when you come on my cock. Magneto.â He growls, his little outburst setting your skin on fire. He moves you so your back is against the mattress. He fixes his gaze on you, âSay it.â He commands.
Damn him. He looks incredible like this. His light eyes blazing with intensity, wild, unhinged, a little deranged. You shiver, you have only seen him look like this once. You were fighting, giving it everything you had. He pressed you up against an abandoned building away from the fight. He looked just like this. His nose had brushed against yours. Your breaths mingling and hearts beating rapidly. You had been so sure he was going to kiss you. Worst of all, you had wanted him to. He put his hand on your face angling you how he wanted. Just when he barely brushed his bottom lip against yours, Logan came flying through the building, sending bricks and debris soaring. The Blob had thrown him over here. Just your luck. Neither of you ever mentioned that moment, pretending it never happened.
He was looking at you with the same raw intensity now. âBeg me to give you my cock. Use my name.â That smug bastard. Youâd rather makeout with Toad than to beg him again. But you were aching for him. Youâd take it to your grave, but you needed him. You swallow thickly, your pride and the lump in your throat leaving. âPlease give me your cock, Magneto?â He smiles triumphantly. âAgain.â You keep his gaze as he unbuttons his pants, âPlease can I have your cock, Magneto?â His name is barely past your lips when he slams into you. Your back arches up into him, your restraints keeping your hands above your head. You take a deep breath, trying to adjust to the thick length of him. He lifts your leg higher, setting it on his shoulder. Heâs even deeper at this angle. He was hitting spots that made your head swim. His brutal thrusts push you up the bed. Whatâs left of your bed post bangs against the wall with force.
Erik brings his hand down between you, calloused thumb rubbing circles against your clit. You clench around him, your orgasm surging through you like lightning. âMagneto!â You cry out as he drives into you, his thrusts just as vicious as he is. Your body tightens around him, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise as he fucks you on himself. âSo tight. So perfect.â He praises, burying his head into the side of your neck, his helmet cooling your skin. âFuck.â He moans as he spills himself inside you. He presses a gentle kiss to your neck, trying to catch his breath. You use your powers to manipulate your headboard into its normal shape. You wiggle your arms, Erik sits up capturing your wrists. He looks them over, turning them to see if you were hurt. He kisses each wrist. This tender side of him a stark contrast to the rough way he just fucked you. He grabs your face, thumb caressing your cheek. âIf you argue with me tomorrow, Iâll bend you over the table in the War Room in front of both our teams, consequences be damned.â He growls, the unhinged look in his eyes, tells you he means it. âWhat happened to this being a one time thing?â You tease him. âDarling, we both know this was never going to be a one time thingâ He nips your ear playfully. You smile, thinking of all the ways youâre going to provoke him tomorrow.
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I'm almost 22 and I'm a virgin in every way, I had no problem with it until people found out and started making fun of me for it
I even dated a guy for 2 weeks and he was this horny asshole who literally asked me to sleep with him after our first date. I could never kiss him or anything else and I made my lack of interest in him very obvious that he wasn't surprised when I asked him to break up over text. what did he expect though... I'm a hopeless romantic and him an ass who got me drunk and self claimed himself as my boyfriend then said he'd love to sleep with me like it's the most romantic thing ever...
I've been in a relationship once but it was online and even if my feelings and the pain or breakup was real, everyone says it doesn't count but it was over two years, it counts for me
Sorry I just can't help myself when I find a place to rant about my shit
I'm past all that and everything else I experienced and reading fics especially yours recently has helped me when I wanted to forget a bad day/s and and be in my own little imaginary world. You're truly an amazing writer â¤
Oh dear, that guy was the most condescending abusive jerkface and you didn't deserve that all , nobody does, the fact that you even gave him a chance and he absolutely crapped on it by being an asshole is the worst thing ever.
I don't think I have said it out loud but I'm older than you and I'm a full blown virgin myself ( the only sex I get is with loki in my dreams đ¤Ł). If anyone read LITTOU thed know that as I keep saying that reader is me. It's nothing to be ashamed of, I think it's most common in west because people here shame you for not being a virgin then being one.
Both of those things are wrong and damaging and people should learn to mind their own private bits.
I have never been hopelessly in love either, though I have had relationships but I was never in love with him, definitely not the crazy sort of love I describe. You don't have to bound yourself to society and what's normal or acceptable in there, don't give a fuck, you don't have to have sex and you could wait as long as you want until you find that person you'd be comfortable with.
Omg I canât even describe how like normal reading this makes me feel đ Iâm 20 years old and Iâve never been in a relationship let alone lost my virginity. Iâve like half kissed a boy ONCE and it definitely doesnât count. Iâve just never been the girl boys like (maybe itâs because I give off scary vibes to guys. Who knows đ)
Iâm the only virgin I know - I have friends with children đ and I feel so I donât even know how to describe it but like arghhh about it. Is it a relationship I want? Who knows? Maybe I just wanna hug someone đ¤
Iâm nearly 21 and still a virgin and never had a boyfriend and never been kissed. I have had sexual temptations but somehow sense gets slapped into me, and the reasons I decided to wait until marriage were so it would be special and meaningful, and that I wasnât bad like my older sister (who has five children by 2-3 different dads) and my oldest niece (who was sexually active during HS and even tried to have sex with a GAY friend of hers! She now has a kid by⌠well we arenât sure who the dad is). My sister invited criminals to her parents house and they stole my motherâs jewellery (we have the same mum) and my now adult niece made everything about sex and whinged about how we were essentially c*nts cuz we had rules like donât invite people over while your grandparents and young aunt are on holiday and your uncle is housesitting, and exposing your young aunt to things she doesnât wanna know and causing her to have a germ phobia where she has to clean every surface of the house and I have to basically and continuously make sure Iâm never EVER EVER compared to either of those slobs which is STRESSFUL!!
When I was in year 7 (first year of high school) I was asked by a girl Iâve known since we were in kindergarten whether or not I had sex and when I said I didnât, she laughed. Uhh. Weâre like 12/13 going on 13/14 at the time so WTF?!
Sorry if I seem like Iâm slut shaming. I understand and respect that women wanna have a few experiences, itâs not for everyone, but my oldest sister and oldest niece are BAD! Like they are people who give others the reason why they slut shame.
Honestly Iâm not slut shaming at all but when girls would talk about having sex in year 7 Iâd be like wtf đ I think Iâve always known about sex from a young age but to actually DO IT 𫢠nah
I think people donât understand that sex is a transfer of energy and some women feel empowered by having sex with multiple guys quite frequently. They forget the fact that when youâre having sex with a guy, heâs fucking you - you are not fucking him 𤣠he is ENTERING YOU (most of the time - some people are freaky) all the past people heâs been with and all their energy is being transferred to you. He leaves satisfied whilst your left feeling far from happy most of the time. There are so many cases of young girls losing their virginity and then just being a complete different person. Itâs sad really and not spoken about enough.
I feel like Iâm ranting and talking rubbish but if it makes sense to you it makes sense đ¤Łđ¤Łđ¤Ł
@wheredafandomat and a year later, I heard the police or parents found out about a brothel in one of the male students garages. My parents were talking about this with my dadâs colleague (we didnât know at the time but he was having an affair with her) and I was homeschooled since Year 7 so these kids were people I had known since my preschool years and it still baffles me about the exposure of sexual culture to minors especially in towns where the majority of the population are white/retirees/war veterans/new families.
I even talked with a friend of mine (whoâs a mum) and she said she was as disturbed about how girls around 10 are now wearing swimsuits that shouldnât be worn by 10 year olds and I stated âhaving that bikini ban may have been sexist, but there was fair reasoning behind itâ. Itâs just <đ¤Ż> itâs just shocking that society allows these things to happen and claim they had no idea.
Just randomly got a notification about this post and update: Iâm 24, I live with my bf, and we f like crazy đ¤Łđ¤Ł
But seriously, once you lose your virginity itâs gone, thatâs it. Done. Itâs boring. The real fun is found in the times before. The lingering touches, the way your heart starts THUMPING at the feeling of them simply running their hands down your arms. You canât get it back and itâs 100% worth waiting. Most of my friends that didnât (the ones previously mentioned when I was 20) regret it now
18+ | contains mentions of books, sex and awkward situations đ contains smut
Confident, assertive, equanimous and poised were words that were often used to describe Loki. In Asgard he was a prince, charming and suave and he entered Midgard a force, something to be feared, someone that garnered respect and yet he found himself pacing the common room, biting his nail nervously as he rambled about his insecurities to Thor who was doing little to soothe him. Just as Thor opened his mouth to speak, Bucky entered the room, taking in the scene.
âWhat are we talking about?â He questioned, noting Lokiâs furrowed brows as he paused, turning to face him.
âNothing.â Loki answered at the same time Thor answered âbookshop girl.â
âOooh, bookshop girl.â Bucky grinned as Loki narrowed his gaze at Thor.
âShe has a name.â Loki tutted.
âI know, I hear you saying it whenever youâreââ Bucky began, doing an uncouth hand gesture before Loki interrupted him, pushing his hands down.
âStop!â He almost pleaded.
âIâm just sayinâ thin walls and super soldier hearingâ Bucky shrugged, ignoring Lokiâs scowl âanyways, what seems to be the problem?â
âLoki has a date with her tonight.â Thor answered, causing Loki to cut his eye at him before speaking.
âItâs not just a date, itâs the date.â Loki explained.
âThe date yeah?â Bucky teased, wiggling his brows.
âYes, at least I think so, sheâs invited me to her apartment for dinner and Iâm not sure what the etiquette for these things are.â Loki sighed.
âYou go to her place and you bang her.â Bucky spoke matter of factly making Lokiâs eyes widen in shock.
âWhatâs going on in here?â Steve asked, walking into the room.
âLokiâs finally gonna bang bookshop girl tonight.â Bucky answered, Loki huffing and rolling his eyes.
âNiceâ Steve noted earnestly, patting Lokiâs back âI hope youâll be respectful and use protection of course.â He added.
âIf you do not remove your hand from me within the next three seconds, Iâll be forced toââ Loki began before Steve took a step away from him, holding his hands up.
âOkay, okay.â
âNorns, why did I even bother confiding in you dimwits?â Loki puffed, pressing his fingers to his temples.
âHereâs what you doâ Bucky began, setting the scene as he raised his hands up into the air, seemingly gesturing to some kind of imaginary thought bubble âyou buy her some pretty flowers, some chocolate, maybe even bring a bottle of wine and then you seduce her, massage her shoulders a little, caress her and then when sheâs like putty in your freakishly large hands, sheâll be tearing your clothes off and thatâs when you kiss her and show her how an Asgardian prince fucks.â He finished with a wide smile.
âThings are so much more confusing here with women.â Loki groaned.
âI know buddy, I know.â
đ
Hearing your bell ring, you gasped, realising that Loki was on time. You quickly buzzed him in, standing anxiously at the front door. You smoothed down your dress and then your hair before quickly glancing in the mirror at yourself. To say you were nervous was a criminal understatement. This was the first time Loki was coming over and you wondered whether tonight was the night youâdâ
The door knocked, making you almost yelp as you lost your trail of thought, opening the door.
âLoki, come in.â You smiled when your eyes met, almost all your nerves slipping away as you looked at him; it was Loki, your Loki.
âThese are for you.â He spoke, handing you a bouquet of roses and a bottle of wine.
âThank you.â You beamed, bringing the bouquet to your nose before inhaling. They smelt sweet. âThese are gorgeous.â You continued to smile, gesturing him inside.
âGorgeous flowers for a gorgeous lady.â He answered, leaving you biting your lip. âSomething smells amazing.â He remarked, following behind you as you walked towards the kitchen.
âThatâs dinner, itâs almost ready.â You answered. âSit down.â You told him, directing him to a chair at the kitchen table. Pulling out thechair, Loki sat down, watching you as you grabbed a vase for the flowers. Turning your attention to the stove, you began plating the food, unaware of Loki standing up and making his way towards you. Standing behind you, he placed his hands on your shoulders before he began massaging them.
âIâm really ticklish.â You giggled before you started to squirm, the plate unsteady in your hand. âStopp.â You laughed, Loki smiling and continuing thinking you enjoyed this judging by your reaction.
âStop!â You yelled, spinning as you flung the plate, the food landing all over him before you gasped in realisation. âOh gosh, oh Loki, Iâm so sorryâ you apologised profusely âIâm just really ticklish.â
âHonesty itâs fine, my apologies.â Loki replied.
âLetâs get you out of these clothes.â You spoke, beginning to unbutton his shirt without even realising your actions and just wanting to do something, anything to rectify your actions.
Buckyâs earlier words ringing in his head again; something about putty and kisses, Loki pressed you against the counter as he kissed you deeply, a kiss that you returned before breathlessly pulling away.
âWoah.â You murmured.
âLet me take you to bed and show you how an Asgardian prince fucks.â Loki winked, your eyes rounding before you entered a tense ten seconds of just staring at each other. âIâve said something wrong havenât I.â Loki figured.
âUmâ
âI think I should-I should leave.â He stuttered, turning away and walking back towards the front door.
âLoki waitâ you called after him, following behind him. Turning around, Loki looked down at you as you spoke âyouâve gotââ you mumbled, reaching up to grab a piece of pasta from his hair, a mortified expression on his face as he realised.
âGoodnight y/n.â Loki rushed out, pecking your cheek before leaving.
đ
âHow did it go?â Bucky asked once Loki was back at the compound and drinking apple juice out of a wine glass in the kitchen.
âAwfulâ Loki groaned âno thanks to you.â He added sarcastically.
âHey donât blame me, my methods work.â Bucky spoke defensively.
âYes well maybe on your one night wenches but not my y/n, sheâs precious and sweet and she-she always smells like honey for some reason and I-I ruined things and now I hate myself and norns I already miss her.â Loki lamented.
âYou could always try apologising.â Bucky dismissed nonchalantly, stepping past Loki. âBookshop girl I presume.â He greeted, looking at you who had just arrived moments ago.
âS-sergeant Barnes.â You almost gasped, looking up at him, Loki feeling dizzy as he heard your voice.
âAt your service doll.â He saluted before leaving.
âY/n.â Loki gushed, turning to face you.
âLoki.â You smiled.
âOh y/n, Iâm so sorry I ruined our night.â He apologised, making his way towards you before holding your hands in his.
âNo, you left before it even started.â You answered coquettishly.
âWhat?â Loki questioned, confused by your expression.
âIâve wanted to do that with you since we first met but I thought you wanted to take things slowly.â You explained, feeling slightly timid now.
âI thought you wanted to take things slowly.â Loki replied.
âIââ
âJesus just get to it.â A voice sounded from outside.
âY/n, would you like to come to my room, with me.â Loki offered.
âIâd love youâ you smiled before realising your blunder âI mean Iâd love to.â You quickly corrected before Loki guided you towards his room, holding your hand.
Once you both entered, you spent a moment taking his room in. You had seen parts of it before during FaceTime calls but never in person like this. It was so, him. After drinking his room in, you turned to face him, his gaze intense. Leaning in, you stood on your tiptoes as you kissed him, Lokiâs hand finding your cheek as he kissed you back. Your tongues met, the kiss growing messy as his hands smoothed over the contours of your body before moving across the curve of your ass. He lifted you as you wrapped your legs around his waist, allowing him to carry you towards his bed. He laid you against it, the soft duvet hugging you as Lokiâs lips moved to your neck. You moaned softly as he sucked on the exposed flesh before meeting your lips again. You began undoing the buttons of his shirt before he stopped you.
âIâve got a quicker way of doing that.â He spoke coyly as you smiled up at him. Before you knew it, a shimmer of green surrounded you both as you continued looking up at him with a simper before it fell, the green dissipating and Loki still fully clothed. You opened your mouth to speak before realising you were naked.
âOh my god.â You gasped.
âIâm so sorry.â Loki panicked.
âNo, itâs fine, just, just get naked, now, please. Now!â You insisted, green surrounding you again before Loki too was naked. âLord, youâre hung like a horse.â You gulped when you felt his cock nudging your hip bone. Loki looked down at you smugly after your comment. âIâll need to-well-adjust.â You admitted.
âOf course, of course. Take your time. Whatever you need.â Loki insisted as you laid beneath him awkwardly.
âGo down on her dude.â Bucky shouted from the other side of the wall before Steve slammed a hand over his mouth.
âShhh.â
âWhatt? He needs to get her a little wetâ Bucky spoke nonchalantly âor use your fingers.â He called again.
âFor goodness sakeâ Loki grunted, standing to his feet âare the walls really that thin.â He spoke angrily as you watched him placing his palms against the wall. âRight, now letâs try this out, oh Jamessssss. James!â He shouted, smirking when he received no reply. âNothing, great.â He cheered, turning towards you as your eyes dipped to his semi hard cock, bouncing against his thigh with each step.
âWhat did you just do?â You asked, prying your eyes away.
âEnchant the room.â
âSounds sexy.â
âNow they wonât hear us.â He explained as sultrily as possible as he stepped towards you before feeling awkward again at Buckyâs words mere moments ago. âUmmâ would you mind if I- I mean only if you want.â Loki stammered over his words, gesturing between your legs as he reached the bed.
âDo whatever you want to me.â You almost whined after having watched his powerful manhood bobbling against his thigh, your submission making Lokiâs eyes darken, almost possessed with confidence as he eyed your body hungrily, wrapping one of his hands around your ankle and dragging you to the edge of the bed as he knelt on the floor, your legs open, either side of him giving his mouth direct access to your centre.
âLoki I-ughh.â You moaned when he suckled on your clit, no warning, just pure primal lust. Your fists bunched into the duvet beneath you whilst Loki lapped up your pussy with ardour. You moaned his name loudly, aware that no one could hear you both thanks to his enchantment. He sucked in the entirety of you, moving his face side to side as you ground your hips against his face. You glanced down at him, watching as he circled your clit with his wet tongue before reaching down to your entrance and breaching you slightly, his tongue firm. You reacted to his every lick with a small gasp, your body hurtling towards completion as he looked up at you through his lashes. âIâm so closeee.â You almost cried, Loki flattening his tongue against your clit before you came, jolts of electricity running through you.
He licked his lips as you floated back down from your high, your folds slick with arousal as he watched your clit throb. Loki was hard as soon as he tasted you, now, he was rock solid.
Looking down at him, still on the floor, you sat up, pushing him back against the floor with your hands on his shoulders. Loki kicked his legs out from underneath him, laying back against the floor as you straddled him, rubbing your sensitive clit against his length before slowly taking him in. Lokiâs hands found your hips, guiding your movements above him as you fucked him slowly, grinding your clit against the base of his cock. You looked down at him, his eyes focused on yours as you pleasured one another. Your movements sped up, both of you moaning, desperate for release as your walls squeezed around Lokiâs cock, prompting his climax.
It wasnât long before you were both back on the bed, Loki showing you how a real Asgardian prince fucks, twice more that night before you both fell asleep in a post cotiois bed, the aroma of sex clinging to the sheets.
đ
The following morning, you put on one of Lokiâs shirts as he insisted you come for breakfast with him in the kitchen. Despite your nervous reluctance, you gave in, both of you walking hand in hand towards the kitchen. You stood behind him once you reached and the sound of earths mightiest heroes eating together came into focus. He wrapped an arm around your back, comforting you before he spoke.
âEveryoneâ he began, the room falling silent to look at you âIâd like you all to meet y/n.â He finished.
âBookshop girl.â Almost everyone smiled in recognition leaving you flustered.
âYou told your friends about me.â You giggled, Loki kissing your cheek.
âCome sit down.â The woman you instantly recognised as Wanda offered, tapping the seat next to her. You looked at Loki who nodded before you made your way to her and sat down.
âIâm proud of you.â Thor spoke, standing next to Loki as he watched you.
âYeah, good on you.â Steve congratulated, patting Lokiâs back.
âHand on me, remove it.â Loki answered, Steve doing just that before Loki sat next to you, bringing a strawberry to your lips.
18+| contains alcohol, loss, Loki and reader share a child. Iâm sorry I havenât written anything in AGESSS
You quickly turned the radio off as the news reporter reeled off a string of recent burglaries that had happened in your neighbourhood. Grabbing your scarf, you adjusted it around your neck as you glanced at yourself in the mirror, offering a half smile as you tried not to focus on the bags colouring the skin beneath your eyes. You took a breath, your smile widening uncannily as your daughter padded towards you, half of her glove dangling off of her small hand.
âIs daddy going to be there?â She asked excitedly as you knelt down, helping her with her glove.
âNoânot todayâ you hesitated âbut oneâone day heâll be homeâ you rushed out, not believing your own words. The truth was, Loki hadnât been home in almost a year. You didnât know when he was going to come back, no one did. Unless they did and were just refusing to tell you. You took a steadying breath, cursing the fact that you no longer had the clearance to find out how the mission was going before doing what you had been doing since the day you lost communication. What you were taught. Assuming the worst. You faked a smile again, composing yourself before leaving.
Once you had come home from shopping, you unpacked before continuing the routine you had adopted since Loki had left. Making dinner, alone. Feeding your daughter, alone. Putting her to bed, alone. Showering, alone. Having a glass of whine, which was a step you had added recently, alone. Going to bed, alone and cuddling a picture of Loki. A tear began to pool in the corner of your eye as you looked at the picture, a memory of him overtaking you.
âIf you ever need me, just say my name three timesâ he assured, squeezing your shoulder.
You closed your eyes, holding the picture against you as his name left your trembling lips. You called it three times. Hoping, praying that heâd hear, that heâd come. But alas. Silence met your awaiting ears.
âLiarâ you sniffled through tears before begging sleep to overtake you.
By the time the morning came, the warmish glow of the winter sun had covered your room, waking you up before your daughter did. The morning routine was similar to the night one in the sense that it was done alone now.
âWeâre going to see Santa today babyâ you smiled, pressing the porcelain mug against your lips as you sipped your coffee.
âYayyyâ she exclaimed, her spoon almost flying out of her hand as she threw her arms in the air.
Two hours and another cup of coffee later, there you were in the mall, the line for Santa's grotto alarmingly long. You took a breath, looking at the workers dressed as elves as they spoke to some of the children further up in the line than you.
âAre you excited to see Santa?â One of them exclaimed, smiling widely at your daughter who answered with the same amount of enthusiasm.
You narrowed your gaze slightly the closer you got to the front of the queue, the elves beginning to look slightly more real. You were no stranger to elves. Loki had taken you on a tour of the nines when you were an agent and Alfheim was one of them. But this wasnât Alfheim.
âQuit staring ladyâ one of them interrupted your suspicions as you reached the front of the queue.
âSorryâ you spoke, clearing your throat.
Sitting on Santaâs lap, your daughter began listing the things she wanted for Christmas as you took some pictures before her time was over.
âAnd what about you?â Santa asked, surprising you.
âWhat?â You answered just above a whisper.
âWhat is it you want this Christmas?â He smiled generously, your eyes meeting as all words escaped you.
âI-I donâtââ you began.
âYou canât lie to meâ he reminded you, your gazes still connected as you lost yourself in this stare.
âLokiâ you finally utter, truthfully. âI want Lokiâ
âNextâ one of the elves called before you could even register what had happened. As if on autopilot, you picked your daughter up before heading home before performing the night routine, however this night, you felt off.
The following day rolled around and you took your daughter to her grandparents house.
âYou are looking after yourself rightâ your mum asked, her eyes darting around your face.
âYes mumâ you huffed.
âYou know you are still my babyâ she reminded you.
âYes mumâ you answered in a softer tone.
âIâll be round tomorrow with the angelâ she smiled, looking at your daughter âdonât forget to stuff the turkey and preheat the oven toââ
âYes mumâ you quickly interrupted âbye mum.â
Getting home, you poured yourself a glass of wine before you began your food prep. Downing the liquid, you pourned yourself another, almost halfway through the bottle before pouring another. You began feeling what could only be described as tipsy before accidentally burning one of your fingers on the pot.
âOuchâ you yelped, running to the sink before putting it under cold water.
As you covered your finger in water, you looked down at it, unable to help the tears that escaped you, your eyes mirroring the tap. Just before you began to cry even more, you heard a crash upstairs, immediately sobering up as you turned the tap off. Suddenly the thousands you had spent on training to become an agent and the years you had spent on the frontline kicked in as you stealthily walked up the stairs. Whoever had broken in chose the wrong house you thought to yourself, remembering the burglaries. Following the noise, it led you to your bedroom as you carefully pushed open the door before gasping, your heart falling to the ground as your eyes met Lokiâs dishevelled body laying in your bed. You honed in on the gash on his forehead, sprinting for gauze before you rushed to his side, clearing the blood. Disbelief shrouded you as you began to shake him awake.
âLokiii, Lokiiiâ you called, half wondering how strong that wine was.
âY/n?â You heard fondly, quietly as he stirred awake, you wrapping your arms around him.
The two of you embraced, no questions needing to be asked as your lips met. No words left either of your lips as you helped Loki into the bathroom, undressing him before turning the shower on. You didnât leave his side, not wanting this potential mirage to fade into nothingness, not wanting Loki to leave again. As you guided him back into the bedroom, you still asked no questions, they could wait until tomorrow.
Wrapping your arms around one another, you embraced, the warmth of Lokiâs arms around you, intoxicating you. Taking a deep breath, you breathed him in, your lips pressing against his exposed chest. You felt his lips on your forehead as you moved closer against one another. Home, you felt home.
Had to take a break from writing my assignment to write something Christmassy. Hope you enjoyed!! And I hope you have a wonderful Christmas if you celebrate â¤ď¸
18+| contains alcohol, loss, Loki and reader share a child. Iâm sorry I havenât written anything in AGESSS
You quickly turned the radio off as the news reporter reeled off a string of recent burglaries that had happened in your neighbourhood. Grabbing your scarf, you adjusted it around your neck as you glanced at yourself in the mirror, offering a half smile as you tried not to focus on the bags colouring the skin beneath your eyes. You took a breath, your smile widening uncannily as your daughter padded towards you, half of her glove dangling off of her small hand.
âIs daddy going to be there?â She asked excitedly as you knelt down, helping her with her glove.
âNoânot todayâ you hesitated âbut oneâone day heâll be homeâ you rushed out, not believing your own words. The truth was, Loki hadnât been home in almost a year. You didnât know when he was going to come back, no one did. Unless they did and were just refusing to tell you. You took a steadying breath, cursing the fact that you no longer had the clearance to find out how the mission was going before doing what you had been doing since the day you lost communication. What you were taught. Assuming the worst. You faked a smile again, composing yourself before leaving.
Once you had come home from shopping, you unpacked before continuing the routine you had adopted since Loki had left. Making dinner, alone. Feeding your daughter, alone. Putting her to bed, alone. Showering, alone. Having a glass of whine, which was a step you had added recently, alone. Going to bed, alone and cuddling a picture of Loki. A tear began to pool in the corner of your eye as you looked at the picture, a memory of him overtaking you.
âIf you ever need me, just say my name three timesâ he assured, squeezing your shoulder.
You closed your eyes, holding the picture against you as his name left your trembling lips. You called it three times. Hoping, praying that heâd hear, that heâd come. But alas. Silence met your awaiting ears.
âLiarâ you sniffled through tears before begging sleep to overtake you.
By the time the morning came, the warmish glow of the winter sun had covered your room, waking you up before your daughter did. The morning routine was similar to the night one in the sense that it was done alone now.
âWeâre going to see Santa today babyâ you smiled, pressing the porcelain mug against your lips as you sipped your coffee.
âYayyyâ she exclaimed, her spoon almost flying out of her hand as she threw her arms in the air.
Two hours and another cup of coffee later, there you were in the mall, the line for Santa's grotto alarmingly long. You took a breath, looking at the workers dressed as elves as they spoke to some of the children further up in the line than you.
âAre you excited to see Santa?â One of them exclaimed, smiling widely at your daughter who answered with the same amount of enthusiasm.
You narrowed your gaze slightly the closer you got to the front of the queue, the elves beginning to look slightly more real. You were no stranger to elves. Loki had taken you on a tour of the nines when you were an agent and Alfheim was one of them. But this wasnât Alfheim.
âQuit staring ladyâ one of them interrupted your suspicions as you reached the front of the queue.
âSorryâ you spoke, clearing your throat.
Sitting on Santaâs lap, your daughter began listing the things she wanted for Christmas as you took some pictures before her time was over.
âAnd what about you?â Santa asked, surprising you.
âWhat?â You answered just above a whisper.
âWhat is it you want this Christmas?â He smiled generously, your eyes meeting as all words escaped you.
âI-I donâtââ you began.
âYou canât lie to meâ he reminded you, your gazes still connected as you lost yourself in this stare.
âLokiâ you finally utter, truthfully. âI want Lokiâ
âNextâ one of the elves called before you could even register what had happened. As if on autopilot, you picked your daughter up before heading home before performing the night routine, however this night, you felt off.
The following day rolled around and you took your daughter to her grandparents house.
âYou are looking after yourself rightâ your mum asked, her eyes darting around your face.
âYes mumâ you huffed.
âYou know you are still my babyâ she reminded you.
âYes mumâ you answered in a softer tone.
âIâll be round tomorrow with the angelâ she smiled, looking at your daughter âdonât forget to stuff the turkey and preheat the oven toââ
âYes mumâ you quickly interrupted âbye mum.â
Getting home, you poured yourself a glass of wine before you began your food prep. Downing the liquid, you pourned yourself another, almost halfway through the bottle before pouring another. You began feeling what could only be described as tipsy before accidentally burning one of your fingers on the pot.
âOuchâ you yelped, running to the sink before putting it under cold water.
As you covered your finger in water, you looked down at it, unable to help the tears that escaped you, your eyes mirroring the tap. Just before you began to cry even more, you heard a crash upstairs, immediately sobering up as you turned the tap off. Suddenly the thousands you had spent on training to become an agent and the years you had spent on the frontline kicked in as you stealthily walked up the stairs. Whoever had broken in chose the wrong house you thought to yourself, remembering the burglaries. Following the noise, it led you to your bedroom as you carefully pushed open the door before gasping, your heart falling to the ground as your eyes met Lokiâs dishevelled body laying in your bed. You honed in on the gash on his forehead, sprinting for gauze before you rushed to his side, clearing the blood. Disbelief shrouded you as you began to shake him awake.
âLokiii, Lokiiiâ you called, half wondering how strong that wine was.
âY/n?â You heard fondly, quietly as he stirred awake, you wrapping your arms around him.
The two of you embraced, no questions needing to be asked as your lips met. No words left either of your lips as you helped Loki into the bathroom, undressing him before turning the shower on. You didnât leave his side, not wanting this potential mirage to fade into nothingness, not wanting Loki to leave again. As you guided him back into the bedroom, you still asked no questions, they could wait until tomorrow.
Wrapping your arms around one another, you embraced, the warmth of Lokiâs arms around you, intoxicating you. Taking a deep breath, you breathed him in, your lips pressing against his exposed chest. You felt his lips on your forehead as you moved closer against one another. Home, you felt home.
Had to take a break from writing my assignment to write something Christmassy. Hope you enjoyed!! And I hope you have a wonderful Christmas if you celebrate â¤ď¸
18+| contains alcohol, loss, Loki and reader share a child. Iâm sorry I havenât written anything in AGESSS
You quickly turned the radio off as the news reporter reeled off a string of recent burglaries that had happened in your neighbourhood. Grabbing your scarf, you adjusted it around your neck as you glanced at yourself in the mirror, offering a half smile as you tried not to focus on the bags colouring the skin beneath your eyes. You took a breath, your smile widening uncannily as your daughter padded towards you, half of her glove dangling off of her small hand.
âIs daddy going to be there?â She asked excitedly as you knelt down, helping her with her glove.
âNoânot todayâ you hesitated âbut oneâone day heâll be homeâ you rushed out, not believing your own words. The truth was, Loki hadnât been home in almost a year. You didnât know when he was going to come back, no one did. Unless they did and were just refusing to tell you. You took a steadying breath, cursing the fact that you no longer had the clearance to find out how the mission was going before doing what you had been doing since the day you lost communication. What you were taught. Assuming the worst. You faked a smile again, composing yourself before leaving.
Once you had come home from shopping, you unpacked before continuing the routine you had adopted since Loki had left. Making dinner, alone. Feeding your daughter, alone. Putting her to bed, alone. Showering, alone. Having a glass of whine, which was a step you had added recently, alone. Going to bed, alone and cuddling a picture of Loki. A tear began to pool in the corner of your eye as you looked at the picture, a memory of him overtaking you.
âIf you ever need me, just say my name three timesâ he assured, squeezing your shoulder.
You closed your eyes, holding the picture against you as his name left your trembling lips. You called it three times. Hoping, praying that heâd hear, that heâd come. But alas. Silence met your awaiting ears.
âLiarâ you sniffled through tears before begging sleep to overtake you.
By the time the morning came, the warmish glow of the winter sun had covered your room, waking you up before your daughter did. The morning routine was similar to the night one in the sense that it was done alone now.
âWeâre going to see Santa today babyâ you smiled, pressing the porcelain mug against your lips as you sipped your coffee.
âYayyyâ she exclaimed, her spoon almost flying out of her hand as she threw her arms in the air.
Two hours and another cup of coffee later, there you were in the mall, the line for Santa's grotto alarmingly long. You took a breath, looking at the workers dressed as elves as they spoke to some of the children further up in the line than you.
âAre you excited to see Santa?â One of them exclaimed, smiling widely at your daughter who answered with the same amount of enthusiasm.
You narrowed your gaze slightly the closer you got to the front of the queue, the elves beginning to look slightly more real. You were no stranger to elves. Loki had taken you on a tour of the nines when you were an agent and Alfheim was one of them. But this wasnât Alfheim.
âQuit staring ladyâ one of them interrupted your suspicions as you reached the front of the queue.
âSorryâ you spoke, clearing your throat.
Sitting on Santaâs lap, your daughter began listing the things she wanted for Christmas as you took some pictures before her time was over.
âAnd what about you?â Santa asked, surprising you.
âWhat?â You answered just above a whisper.
âWhat is it you want this Christmas?â He smiled generously, your eyes meeting as all words escaped you.
âI-I donâtââ you began.
âYou canât lie to meâ he reminded you, your gazes still connected as you lost yourself in this stare.
âLokiâ you finally utter, truthfully. âI want Lokiâ
âNextâ one of the elves called before you could even register what had happened. As if on autopilot, you picked your daughter up before heading home before performing the night routine, however this night, you felt off.
The following day rolled around and you took your daughter to her grandparents house.
âYou are looking after yourself rightâ your mum asked, her eyes darting around your face.
âYes mumâ you huffed.
âYou know you are still my babyâ she reminded you.
âYes mumâ you answered in a softer tone.
âIâll be round tomorrow with the angelâ she smiled, looking at your daughter âdonât forget to stuff the turkey and preheat the oven toââ
âYes mumâ you quickly interrupted âbye mum.â
Getting home, you poured yourself a glass of wine before you began your food prep. Downing the liquid, you pourned yourself another, almost halfway through the bottle before pouring another. You began feeling what could only be described as tipsy before accidentally burning one of your fingers on the pot.
âOuchâ you yelped, running to the sink before putting it under cold water.
As you covered your finger in water, you looked down at it, unable to help the tears that escaped you, your eyes mirroring the tap. Just before you began to cry even more, you heard a crash upstairs, immediately sobering up as you turned the tap off. Suddenly the thousands you had spent on training to become an agent and the years you had spent on the frontline kicked in as you stealthily walked up the stairs. Whoever had broken in chose the wrong house you thought to yourself, remembering the burglaries. Following the noise, it led you to your bedroom as you carefully pushed open the door before gasping, your heart falling to the ground as your eyes met Lokiâs dishevelled body laying in your bed. You honed in on the gash on his forehead, sprinting for gauze before you rushed to his side, clearing the blood. Disbelief shrouded you as you began to shake him awake.
âLokiii, Lokiiiâ you called, half wondering how strong that wine was.
âY/n?â You heard fondly, quietly as he stirred awake, you wrapping your arms around him.
The two of you embraced, no questions needing to be asked as your lips met. No words left either of your lips as you helped Loki into the bathroom, undressing him before turning the shower on. You didnât leave his side, not wanting this potential mirage to fade into nothingness, not wanting Loki to leave again. As you guided him back into the bedroom, you still asked no questions, they could wait until tomorrow.
Wrapping your arms around one another, you embraced, the warmth of Lokiâs arms around you, intoxicating you. Taking a deep breath, you breathed him in, your lips pressing against his exposed chest. You felt his lips on your forehead as you moved closer against one another. Home, you felt home.
Had to take a break from writing my assignment to write something Christmassy. Hope you enjoyed!! And I hope you have a wonderful Christmas if you celebrate â¤ď¸
Summary: When your mom puts pressure on you to bring a boyfriend home for Christmas, you turn to Bucky for help.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Southern F. Reader
Warnings: Reader is Southern. Smut. 18+ ONLY. Minors DNI. Fake dating. Maybe a little blasphemous? Fingering in a church. Getting fucked by a peppermint stick.
*A/N: I am Southern. I couldnât get the idea of bringing Bucky home to the South for Christmas out of my head so this was born. Sorry if this is shit. Iâm just getting back into writing again.
Mammaw = grandma
Pappaw = grandpa
^^ this is the peppermint sticks Iâm talking about in the fic. I donât know what they are really called.
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The compound was bustling with Avengers and employees getting ready for the holidays. Everyone was going home or leaving with another member of the team. Everyone except for Bucky. He was quiet and kept to himself most of the time.
He is a grumpy asshole usually, so you just avoided him. You didnât blame him for his behavior, youâd be the same if you were tortured and brainwashed by Hydra for decades. But the thought of him being alone in the huge, empty walls of the Avenger Compound pulled at your heartstrings. You couldn't leave without extending an invitation to him. There was an ulterior motive too. You were nice but he was a lot to deal with. He was sitting alone in the common room, reading a book when you approach him.
"Hey, do you have a minute?" You ask, looking a little weary as you walk towards him. He raises an eyebrow, locating his bookmark and placing it inside his book as he closes it. "So I know we arenât exactly friends, but I couldn't leave without asking. Do you want to spend Christmas with me and my family?" Bucky's eyebrows furrow together as he looks at you. "You're serious?" He asks, resting his chin on his fist.
You nod your head, waiting for his answer. "Why would I want to do that?" It was a fair question; one you had even expected. "I just thought you might want to have some company, have a home cooked meal. Nobody should have to spend Christmas alone." He looks at you suspiciously, âWhatâs the catch?â
You bite your lip, damn he was good at reading you. âOkay, you got me. So my momma has been hounding me about finding a nice man and settling down. Which is crazy. Iâm an Avenger and thatâs not enough for her. But she is dead set on grand babies and planning a wedding. So I might have lied and told her I had a boyfriend to get her off my back. I also might have told her Iâd be bringing him home with me. So, if you come with me maybe you could help me out and pretend to be my boyfriend?â
Bucky laughs, a low gutteral sound escaping him. âNo way in hell, princess.â He smirks. âIâll stay here, order takeout, and get a break from all of you idiots. Why would I want to go home with you and play the part of your doting boyfriend? We barely talk.â You sigh. He made a good point. And if the shoe was on the other foot, you wouldnât want to help him either.
But you were desperate. You didnât want to disappoint your mom. She was really excited that you had a serious boyfriend. So you sink to your knees in front of Bucky, putting on the biggest pouty face you could muster. You bat your eyelashes and try to work up a few tears, but they wouldnât come. âPlease Bucky, Iâm begging you. Iâll do anything.â
You look into his blue eyes hoping this would work. There had to be something he wanted. Then you saw it, a little flicker of something in his eyes. âAnything?â He asks with a smirk. âYes. Name it and itâs yours. Iâll do your laundry for a month. Iâll scrub your suit after missions. Iâll cook all your meals. Whatever you want.â
Bucky smiles wolfishly at you, his flesh hand coming up to your face. He cups your cheek, looking into your eyes before dropping his gaze down to your lips. His thumb rubs against your bottom lip as he holds his gaze on you. âSo I go home with you, spend Christmas with your family and pretend Iâm your boyfriend?â
âYes, my very serious boyfriend who could pop the question at any time.â I add making sure he knew what I expected. âFine, Iâll do it.â You look a little surprised but quickly hide it. You thought it would take more convincing. âBut I want boyfriend privileges.â
âWhat does that mean?â You ask, a confused expression on your face. âIt means if Iâm going to pretend to be your boyfriend I get to enjoy everything a boyfriend would, including having sex with you.â He smirks. Your eyes go wide. âYou want to have sex with me? You donât even like me.â
âYouâre right. But I want you. If you want me to play the part then thatâs my condition.â You donât have to think about it, not really. You have eyes. Bucky is a handsome man. Youâd be lying if you said you didnât want to sleep with him too. But you didnât want him to know you were eager so you pretended like you were thinking about his offer. Instead you were thinking about his metal hand wrapped around your throat. âDeal.â You stick your hand out to him and he shakes it.
You were an idiot. That was the only explanation you had. You were five hours into a ten and a half hour car ride. The gps kept adding minutes to the trip and traffic was crazy. You should have booked a flight, but you wanted to drive. Now, you were dealing with an aggravated super soldier who was cussing the other drivers on the interstate. You didnât dare complain when he went over the speed limit or when he gave the finger as he was passing another car. But you did sneak glances every few seconds at him.
He was so hot all riled up like this. The blue vein in his neck throbbing, the wild look in his eyes, the death grip he had on the steering wheel. You had to hold yourself back from offering to blow him right here in the car.
The trip down south was long and almost torturous. When Bucky wasnât yelling at the other drivers, he was fighting with you. But you survived. When you see the big sign welcoming you to your home state, you couldnât contain your excitement. You point out all your old hang outs, telling Bucky stories about your childhood as you drove through your town. Finally, he pulls into your driveway. Your Momâs, Mammawâs, and Auntâs houses were all decorated for Christmas. You loved that they were all neighbors. Most of your family lives pretty close by.
You get out of the car, letting the cool air hit you. You take in your surroundings. The trees were bare from shedding their leaves but it was still beautiful here. Bucky gets out doing the same. You both carry your bags to your old childhood bedroom that your mom had set up to accommodate the two of you. You give Bucky a tour since nobody was home. He stops to look at the big Christmas tree with presents underneath. He looks at the ornaments, turning over one you had made in Sunday School when you were a little girl. He looks like he is about to make some smart ass remark when he freezes.
His eyes land on something and you follow his gaze to the stockings your mom hung up. They were all red velvet with your familyâs names embroidered in gold cursive on them. They were all filled to the brim, some candy poking out of the top. Bucky touches one gently, a look of disbelief on his face. Then you see it too. Your mom had gotten him a stocking. It was hung right beside yours. And in the same gold letters as everyone elseâs, âBuckyâ was on it and it was overflowing more than the others.
âIâve never had a stocking like this.â He admits quietly. âWe were poor and my ma just got us oranges and apples. She would bake a cake and we might get one gift . A toy gun for me, a doll for my sister. Nothing like this.â You grab his flesh hand, rubbing your thumb along the top of it. Youâre interrupted when your mom comes in. Her eagle eyes on your hand in Buckyâs, a huge smile on her face.
You run to her, giving her a big hug. âMomma, this is my boyfriend, Bucky.â You gesture to him, and he walks over shaking her hand. âIâm James Barnes, maâam. But you can call me Bucky.â He flashes her a huge smile and she blushes. You roll your eyes. He was really laying it on thick.
After you caught up with her and Bucky answered all of her questions, you all go over to your Mammawâs house. She was watching Bonanza on tv. She loves those old western shows. She and Bucky talked for ages about them. Apparently, he was a fan too. You and your mom carried in wood for her stove while he kept her company. âWe are gonna have to borrow the neighborâs wood splitter again. We have almost used up all her chopped wood.â Your mom tells you.
âI can split it.â Bucky offers. You give him a surprised look. âYou will?â He nods his head. âJust show me where everything is. Iâll take care of it.â You shrug and take him outside. Showing him where he can bust the wood. You give him a an axe and some old work gloves before heading inside to watch westerns.
After an hour, you go outside to check on him and bring him some water. When you go back in, you find your mom and Mammaw at the window giggling like school girls. âWhat?â You ask. Your mom motions you over and you look out the window just in time to see Bucky take his black henley off. His muscles are slick with sweat. He swings the axe down forcefully and the muscles in his back move sinfully. Your eyes nearly pop out of your head.
You hear your Mammaw gasp as he continues chopping the wood. Your mom pats you on the back, âYou did great, honey.â You giggle, actually giggle. You canât help it. He looks incredible and youâre glad he came up with the whole sex idea or else you would put your pride aside and beg him to fuck you. He busts the last piece, propping the axe up against the wood pile and heading toward the house. Youâve never seen your Mammaw run so fast to get back in her rocking chair.
You take Bucky to visit your Pappaw. He showed him his gun collection. Which you think was his way of threatening him. Your pappaw sends you out to get lunch for everyone, but keeps Bucky there with him. Youâd love to be a fly on the wall. Pappaw is probably giving him the whole âwhat are your intentions with my granddaughterâ talk. When you left, he shook Buckyâs hand and told you he was a fine young man. So their talk must have went well.
The next night, you and Bucky were going with your mom to watch the church Christmas program. That was one thing about your mom, she raised you to be a Southern Baptist and you were expected to go to church if you were home. This time was no different. You put on a long sleeve dress, fix your hair, and put on a little mascara. Bucky is wearing dark jeans and a long sleeve button up. Your sister, her boyfriend, your Mammaw and your Pappaw were all at the church too. They sat on your momâs usual pew, three up from the back on the left side.
There wasnât any room for you and Bucky so you sat behind them. The church was unusually full, but they were expecting a lot of people to come. Thatâs what happens when thereâs a Christmas program and a dinner afterward. People loved free food. All the little old ladies you went to church with your whole life came over to gawk at Bucky.
They were giving him peppermints and hard candies from the bottoms of their pocket books. They were hugging him, and feeling his muscles. They all told you how good you had done in getting a man like him. They told him how handsome he was. They pinched his cheeks. And one even pretended like she needed help walking back to her pew. But you had seen her just moments ago running over to scold a child who was trying to stick his finger in the cake she baked for after the program. Bucky took her arm and led her to the front of the church. Her grip on his muscled arm tight the whole time.
Finally the choir started singing and the program begins. You shivered, regretting your decision to not wear tights. The temperature in the church varies. It was either freezing or you were sweating. You grab a blanket off the back of your momâs pew and laid it on your lap. You scoot closer to Bucky, hoping his body heat would help.
The children get up to start their part of the program. Bucky lifts the blanket and puts it over his left side, his metal hand underneath it. Your breath hitches when you feel the cold metal of his hand on your bare thigh. You look at him questioningly. He smiles and winks then turns his attention back to the children singing. His hand moves higher until it stops at the edge of your panties. Your eyes go wide and you put your hand over his, a silent plea to stop.
He reaches over with his flesh hand and moves your hand away. He moves his cool fingers under your panties, sliding them against your center. He gathers your slick, bringing it up to your clit and swirling his vibranium thumb. You grip his thigh and try to pay attention to the program. He slides two fingers inside you and you bite your lip to stifle the moan that escapes you. Youâve never been more thankful for the kidsâ loud off key singing.
You look around to make sure no one is paying attention to you. Thankfully everyone is watching the program or taking pictures of the kids. You lay your head against his shoulder, making it look like you were cuddling your boyfriend enjoying the Christmas show. When you were really just trying to hide your face as it contorts in pleasure. Buckyâs fingers set a brutal pace as his cool thumb worked your clit. It was all too much. How he looked yesterday chopping the wood, how everyone loved him, the way he was taking you apart in the one place he absolutely shouldnât. One more curl of his fingers and swipe to your clit and you were falling apart on Buckyâs fingers in church with your face buried in his shirt.
Finally your last day home arrived, Christmas Day. Your mom made a huge breakfast that your family came over to eat. Then you sat in front of the tree to open presents. You all started with your stockings. Truthfully, you were more excited to watch Bucky open his than to see what was in yours. He dumped it out. Candy, chocolates, candy canes, all kinds of treats spilled on the floor. Buckyâs whole face lit up in a smile. He had never looked more handsome.
He opened the gifts your mom got him, a couple shirts and a watch. He thanked her graciously. Then you hand him the gift you were eager to surprise him with. You ordered it online and had it shipped to your momâs house and she wrapped it for you. He looks surprised as he opens it, a record player and some old records you had to pay an arm and a leg for. They were hard to find too. You asked Steve what music Bucky liked back in the day and you searched for days to find them on vinyl.
He pulls you in for a hug. âThis is the best Christmas Iâve ever had.â He whispers in your ear. You hold him tighter. The rest of the day is spent watching Christmas movies and eating cookies. Your mom set up a hot chocolate bar on the table with marshmallows, whip cream, sprinkles and peppermint sticks. It was a cute idea she got from Pinterest.
That night, you hug your mom goodnight as she heads to bed. You and Bucky stay up a little longer. Bucky was acting a little weird. He went out to the shed where your mom stored her Christmas decorations and he was being secretive. When you asked about it, he told you it was a surprise. So you stopped asking questions and tried to finish watching The Year Without A Santa Claus. When it was over, you went to your childhood bedroom where Bucky had been for a while.
âCan I come in yet?â You ask as you stick your head in the doorway. When Bucky nods, you shut and lock the door behind you. âStrip.â He commands. You donât hesitate. You would walk on hot coals barefoot if he asked you to. You place all your clothes in a pile on the floor and stand bare before him. âGet on the bed.â He gestures with his vibranium finger. You lay down and watch as he pulls something out from under the bed. Old Christmas lights that your mom didnât use this year.
Bucky must have been in here untangling them. He holds your wrists above your head and wraps the lights around them. Then he brings it down your arms and to your chest. He binds it around your breasts and over your stomach. You try to move your wrists, but itâs too tight. Not enough to hurt but maybe a little uncomfortable.
He stands at the foot of the bed admiring you. âPerfect.â He grabs the mug of peppermint sticks your mom had set out off the dresser, twirling one between his fingers. He lays on the bed between your legs pressing a kiss to inside your thigh. You feel his scruffy cheeks against your thighs and you shiver. He leans his head down and licks up your center. Buckyâs flesh hand grabs your thigh, spreading your legs wider.
He looks up at you from between your thighs. His blue eyes never leaving yours as he puts the peppermint stick in his mouth. He twirls it between his lips, getting it wet. He removes it with a plop, and he brings it down, sliding it inside you with ease. His warm tongue flicks your clit, the peppermint making it tingle.
You moan as he swirls his skilled muscle around you. Bucky works the peppermint stick slowly moving it in and out. Each time he puts it back inside you, he angles it to reach that spot that makes you see stars and your toes curl. He rolls his tongue over you as he pumps the peppermint stick faster.
You arch your back and try to get closer to him. You want to reach down and tangle your fingers in his hair while he tastes you. But you canât move your arms because of the Christmas lights he tied you with. Bucky removes the peppermint stick and brings it to his mouth, sucking your arousal off it. He moans, looking in your eyes as he slurps you off it.
He lowers his head again, his now icy mouth closing around your clit. He sucks you between his lips, his tongue flicking against it gently. You writhe underneath him as he holds your hips down with his metal arm. He slides the peppermint stick back inside you as his lips tug your clit. He moans against you and thatâs your undoing. You cry out as your orgasm crashes through you, wrecking you. Bucky keeps up the good work until your shuddering subsides.
The next morning, you both tell your family goodbye. Bucky packs all your belongings into the car and you start the long journey back to the compound. This time instead of yelling at the other drivers, Bucky holds your hand the whole way. âI canât wait to come back next year.â He tells you with a huge smile on his face.
