#Dom does mcu

[indouloureux]

the freakshow

eddie munson x reader

summary: your heart dances on the edge of the knife when it comes to the infamous eddie munson. but the freak loves to play with knives at the freakshow, and he’s got you kneeling before him with his initials carved into your skin, bleeding down to his feet.

word count: 5, 962

warnings: Smut (MINORS DNI), usage of knives. graphic depictions of carving on to the skin. blood, violence, PROCEED WITH CAUTION. (explicit warnings below the cut)

a/n: another eddie smut. i was in the middle of writing a folklore one shot for mcu peter and i was eager to write this one. this includes knife play so please proceed with caution.

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explicit warnings: unprotected sex, oral (m and f receiving), knife play (carving names on their skin), creampie, lotus sex position, cockwarming, overstimulation, squirting, cum eating, blood sucking? (promise its not creepy), praise kink and degradation kink, dom/sub dynamics w dom!eddie, biting, tongue fucking, rough sex

Green, orange, red, white, black.

Freakish colors that juxtaposes the colors on your paper. You don’t know what you’re absentmindedly sketching, you hadn’t even realized your hands had begun constructing—

You tilt your head to the side, looking down and leaning closer.

— A cute little flower with green and orange petals, but apparently it also has red horns and a black tail right at the bottom of the strangely white stem.

Oh, and it looks like its dying.

The cafeteria is loud, you’ve barely touched your lunch, and your friends are talking loudly beside you. Very loudly, in fact, that you feel like your ears are going to explode and drip blood down to the side of your face. Agitated, you drop the pencils down the table, the clatter overwhelmed by vacuous parleys and childish shouting from food staining their clothes.

“Hey,” Chrissy Cunningham moves closer to you. Her hair’s no longer up in a tight ponytail, opted on a less compressed hairstyle that’s been giving her headaches lately. “You alright?”

You smooth your skirt with your palms, feeling the sweat transfer on the textile. “Yeah,” you swallow nothing. “It’s just really loud.”

“Need some fresh air?”

You’re about to answer her question, yes, you were going to say, yes, please, before I slam my head against this table. But the voice you’ve heard in so many timbres adjourns you, vocalizing loudly behind the cafeteria that it has you turning around.

Eddie’s got his feet on top of the table, walking over his friend’s lunches. He’s saying whatever; he’s saying things Eddie would say, because he is Eddie. He’s got his hands raised to balance himself on the decrepit tables, before he jumps off to scare a poor old teacher away.

That’s something Eddie would do.

And then he looks at you and suddenly you don’t want to slam your head against the table anymore, nor do your ears feel like they’re going to explode. Because you meet his eyes that are almost always on you – the same eyes that you can sense when he’s bored, or curious, or searching, or rapacious to tear the curtains between the audience and the freaks.

They’re also the same eyes that knows exactly who you are. They’ve got you memorized, every inch of your imperfectly pretty body, or what opens the faucet that leaks tears, or which performance made you smile the most; Wild eyes that memorized your labyrinthine self that anyone else couldn’t.

Your labyrinthine self, known only by Eddie – a rumored cult leader. He’s only the leader of Hellfire Club, anyway. But that does nothing to wipe the stain he’s put on his image, so if everyone else sees Eddie adding blemish to your reputation, or you to his, your picture might as well be burned to ashes.

He tells you it’ll spark havoc, that you’ll be seen in the same way as him.  You try so hard to tell him you don’t care. However, keeping things secret is so dangerously fun – an impious part of you the public believes is vain proved covertly by Eddie was a knowledge that’s thrilling enough to keep to yourself.

You see Eddie’s throat bob, and he ever so subtly smiles at you, because you know damn well seeing the freak smile at one of the most precious cheerleaders of Hawkins would be the most controversial of them all (it’s exaggerated, you and Eddie both know, but teenagers exaggerate everything, even though he’s twenty).

He suddenly then falls forward to the ground, almost hitting a passerby. For a brief moment your eyes widen in surprise, but see that no one was there to trip him, mainly it being for show just for you. Your heart eases, smiles at the boy who’s taking imaginary dust off his shaggy hair.

“(y/n),” Chrissy ducks her head down, gaining your attention. You forgot what she’s said, cheeks burning in discomfiture. “Do you need some fresh air?” she repeats.

Unable to answer, you nod instead, because you smile when you see the grin on Eddie’s face as he goes back to sitting down with his friends, knowing he’s succeeded once more to put a smile on your face.

He takes your exit as a sign to take his, too. You walk away until you reach the forests across the fences, holding your skirt down your thighs from the fresh breeze. When you spot the same bench you and Eddie normally hang out in at free periods, you sit there with a heavy sigh.

You name the rustling behind you as Eddie. You raise your head to see him, leather jacket and a sleeveless denim to cover his contentious shirt. He smiles at you, practically tossing his black lunchbox on the wooden table.

“Well, hello there,” he says this in a way that he’s almost singing it. Eddie sits in front of you and places his elbows on the table before resting his chin between his palms. “What are you doing here?”

“Just getting some fresh air,” you mimic his position with a greeting smile. “It smells like barf and mixed soft drinks inside there.”

“What, you don’t like mixed sodas?”

“Haven’t tried it,”

He gasps, anthemic that he almost falls to the ground. “Really?” Eddie queries in disbelief, picking a lone lint off your hair. You try not to shiver at his simple act. “Are you that compliant that you don’t try out different sodas at the same time?”

You snort. “I’m not that docile.”

“How come you’ve never tried it then?” Eddie smushes his lips on his palm, bent awkwardly but he still manages to talk to you while looking scruffily charming.

Taking the jersey off your arms, you shrug. “No one took me out to try it yet.”

“Well you, m’lady,” Eddie opens his lunchbox, the cover clanging loudly on the wooden table before he takes out a pack of cigarettes. You make an excited sound, taking one from him, “are missing out.”

He lights the cigarette from you. The lighter he uses is the same one you bought for him after dropping it down the sewers one time, one where he’s surprisingly fine about even though he’s had it for years. “They’re just sodas, Eds. Not water. I won’t die if I don’t try them.”

“But you should,” he says after lighting his own. “They taste, I don’t know, funky? I can’t explain it. The aftertaste’s kinda shit, though, I’ll tell you that.”

Your lipstick stains the tipping paper, disparities the red wax brazenly. And while the smoke mingles with the air, you toy with the coffin nail nervously. Eddie, like earlier, senses your disquiet. He walks over to where you are before he wraps an arm around your shoulders, gently tugging you closer to him. You let him even though the possibility of being caught was now 73%.

“Something’s keeping you on edge since this morning,” he murmurs. He fights the urge to press a kiss on your hairline, instead occupies his twitching mouth with a cigarette. “I know you think I noticed at lunch, but we got morning classes together and I know when you’re nervous.”

“It’s nothing, Eds,”

“No it’s not,” he pushes your hair out of your face until he’s cupping the back of your head to look at him, stroking the skin behind your ear. “What is it, sweetheart, tell me?”

Yesterday’s expedition clouds your mind – in Eddie’s car, splayed out in the back with your hand gripping the back of your thighs as Eddie drives his cock in deeper, and even after cumming inside you he pushes his fingers in your sensitive hole and bullies your clit until you gush out on his shirt and his face and maybe even your own, without realizing that one of the Hawkins basketball players passed by.

“I think Patrick McKinney saw us yesterday,” you tell him. “He- I don’t know, Eddie. He passed by. I don’t think he saw us but I think he heard us? I mean, not that I care. It’s just that, I think maybe I care a little because he might have caught us having sex? He saw me naked and saw you naked and he might have seen the-the thing—”

“Hey,” he stops you by placing a hand over your mouth, laughing a little. “You gotta relax. My windows are tinted, babe. He didn’t see us, and if he heard us, he probably just assumed I was with another girl.”

The image of Eddie with someone else has you shifting uncomfortably between two feet, eventually scoffing and taking a hit. “If you think saying that is helping, Eddie—”

He laughs again, like music to your ears. “I’m sorry, babe,” Eddie kisses your temple, a mitigating action that shoves your worries away. “All I’m saying is that he didn’t catch us, okay? We’re fine.”

You pick on the loose thread of his shirt, twirling it around your finger. Then you pull it, a loud snap followed by shy silence. “‘s being a dungeon master give you senses?” you look up at him, resting your chin on his shoulder. Eddie’s hair tickles your nose, and you swear you smell a hint of your conditioner in there. “You always know when I’m upset.”

“Boyfriend senses, yeah, they’re my special senses,” he taps his temple, looking at you with a small smile. “They’re a must have. A really great superpower. Means I can make you smile whenever you need to.”

Pouting, you nestle your head on his chest. “Nah, I think you’re just stalking me. Always following me whenever I go, staring like a creep.”

Eddie’s freakishly warm. And albeit his veneer says otherwise, he smells decent, too – laundry detergent, cigarettes, and the smell of his club room that you can’t explain (you think it’s cardboard?). Your joke earns you a slight push, and a shy laugh, before you’re right back in his arms, tighter than before.

“Not my fault, you freak,” you simultaneously take a hit, something you try to hide your laugh about. Eddie teasingly blows it at your face. “Walking around with that short little skirt of yours—”

—The hand on your shoulder caresses your back until it starts tracing the waistline of your skirt. His finger draws back and forth, occasionally untucking your shirt until he feels your skin. Eddie’s stroking finger tickles, until it ultimately slips inside the garter of your skirt, teasing the waistband of your underwear.—

“��swaying your hips like you’re still dancing, knowing those prepubescent virgins and dirty boys are watching you,” Eddie whispers in your ear. “Knowing I’m watching you. And you just love teasing me, don’t you?”

You playfully bump your hip with his. “What are you talking about?”

“You know what I mean,” he takes both your cigarettes and throws it to the ground, stomping it impatiently before he’s got his hands around your waist, groveling beneath your shirt to palm your skin. “You don’t have to play coy, baby.”

Eddie kisses you, fervent and avidly. His hands roam everywhere, handsy with each caress, rings cold against your skin that you shiver beneath him as you run your hands up his unshorn hair, pushing his bangs away from his forehead. And while his tongue casually slips in between your open mouths, he cups your ass, quite roughly.

Gasping, you break away. “Eddie,” you chuckle nervously. “Someone could come! Lunch ends in five minutes.”

“Yeah, I know,” he steals a kiss, one or two, with heavy exhales and hands gentle on your cheeks. “But I know you hate your next class and so do I,”

“We share that class and you only hate it,” he can’t stop kissing you in between words. Eddie kisses the tip of your nose before going back to kiss your cheeks, and your neck, your jawline. “Eds, we’re going to miss class,”

He sucks on your neck, right on the slope between your jawline and shoulder. The urticate sensation renders you a whimper, before you feel his hot tongue caress the result of his ambush. “Then let’s skip it,” Eddie suggests, repeating each suckle on every part of your neck. “I got the keys to the room of the club. We can – we can go there and do whatever we want.”

Answer interrupted by a hungry kiss, you bite on his bottom lip, clawing desperately on his shirt. Eddie grunts, smiling against your swollen lips. “Anything?” you whisper. “Even – even if it’s dangerous?”

“You know I love doing anything dangerous, sweets,” he scrunches his nose at you. “Which is why I love doing you,”

In less than ten minutes were you both able to venture on to the Hellfire Club room. His feet were quick – fast enough to form you both invisible to wandering teachers. Eddie’s hand never left yours, a tight grip that tells you not to let go or else you’ll get caught. And that same, riveting sensation pounds through you – breaking the rules for the man who loved to break you. It’s wildly injudicious, but it fills your sybaritic grail.

Eddie fumbles with the keys before he’s got the room opened. You’re greeted by tall cardboard effigies that intensify the aura of the Hellfire Club, cutouts of certain DnD creatures held up by stolen scaffolding. It’s gloomy, eerily fun to be surrounded by drawn mythical brutes, and it welcomes you in the same way Eddie did.

“Welcome, to the dungeon,” he opens the door and steps aside to let you in, a hovering hand behind you while his eyes scan for any bystander. Eddie closes the door once you step in, the faint lock tickles your ear in the right way.

Then he’s back to kissing you. You push his jackets away, feel your back dig on the edge of the table that he keeps pushing you on from how eager he is. His open mouthed kisses are hot, hungry for the taste of you, prodding his tongue in to search for more flavors. You feel the denim of his jeans, tugging on the cold chain and slip your nails between the pits, until you reach behind to slip your fingers in his pockets.

Eddie cups your face, digs his rings on your skin. He tilts your head to the side to embark deeper, exhaling into your mouth. “Baby,” he murmurs when you clutch his ass. “Easy there,”

“I want to – I wanna try something new,” you smile against him.

Usually, Eddie’s always the one who asks to try something new with you – being the person he is who’s got more kinks and experience, diving deeper into expeditions so risqué no one else can fathom. And he’s the one who dilapidated your chastity, where he’s thankful for your trust being bestowed upon him; he’s gradually introducing new idiosyncrasies to make your sex life more…fun and adventurous.

So when you’re the first to ask, it takes him aback. But Eddie doesn’t complain because he loved being surprised by you. “Yeah sure, what is it?”

You take the pocket knife from his pocket, breaking the kiss away to place the armament in the space between your faces. Eddie’s smile fades a little into confusion, chuckling. He takes it from your hand.

“I want you,” with a hand on his shoulder, you raise your leg to rest on his hip, curling it around him to let your heel push his crotch closer to yours. Your unoccupied hand delineate his neck, reaching up to abrade his scalp. You give him a gentle nip at his earlobe, one that makes your boyfriend moan quietly, his other hand under your shirt, “to fuck me with the handle of your knife.”

“Jesus, baby,” he breathes out. “That’s dangerous,”

“But I thought you love doing anything dangerous?”

“Yeah I know,” he presses a small kiss on your cheek, grinding his erect crotch on yours. It’s hard enough that it massages your clit right through the thin fabric of your underwear. “But this is a knife baby. God, even I imagine doing things to you with this, but I don’t want to fucking hurt you.”

“Tell me, then,” you palm him through his jeans, scrape the on the hard-on. “What you want to do with me.”

Eddie tugs on your hair, continues sucking on your neck like he wants to drink your blood. You moan when he does so, the pain ricocheting down your throbbing cunt as he says, “Maybe I’d do what you want, fuck you with the handle, then I’d – I’d carve my initials on your thigh, so it’ll scar there forever and I’d let those insubstantial little shits know you’re mine. I’ll suck the blood on it, too, then finger your pussy raw until you squirt all over me again.”

He grinds the closed pocket knife on your pussy, making you even wetter than earlier. “Then I’d let you carve yours on my thigh, I’d let you do whatever you want with it. God, then you’d fucking suck me off like the good little whore you are – on your knees, crying and begging for me to fuck your face while your blood drips down the floor. Then I’d fuck you so good you can’t dance for the pep rally next week, baby.”

“Then do it,” you whine, grinding harder on his knife. “Come on, Eddie. Baby, please.”

“You sure I won’t hurt you?”

“Remember when they dropped me during practice, and I fell on my foot and I broke my ankle?” he nods, head nestling into the crook of your neck to place tormenting hickies on your neck. “Have you seen me cry? I was laughing, Eddie. It didn’t hurt at all, even when they popped my ankle right into place.”

He pulls away, cupping your face and squishing your cheeks together, because Eddie thinks you look cute like that. “You cried a bit when they snapped in place, though.”

“Yeah, but it didn’t hurt,” you giggle. “Please, babe?”

“Alright,” he kisses you once more. “Tell me to stop, okay? Three taps where?”

“On your cheek. Hard.”

“That’s right,”

You’re kissing again, his hands roaming to discard your jacket to the ground where you’d thrown his. He pulls back to pull his shirt away, and you copy him, removing your skirt with and placing it on the table behind you. When you’re left in your bra, Eddie pulls back to stare at them, goggling stupidly.

“Eds,” you push his face away, palm right on his nose. “Stop staring at my boobs like an infant.”

“Yeah yeah,” he shakes his head. Eddie’s lips lather themselves on your exposed skin, sucking on your upper breasts. He flips his knife open, the tip of the knife tracing your arm first.

It’s small, but it’s sharp enough to leave a red scratch, or dangerously penetrate your skin. The steel alloy shines from the light at the back of the room, mercurially glistening all its dauntless silver prowess. The feeling is cold, as cold as Eddie’s rings, as they trail up to the strap on your left shoulder.

Your wild, lust-driven eyes has him foible, knees buckling from how they still look innocent even as you’re about to approach an occurrence that’s so unholy. Eddie bends a little, smiling up at you. And you smile back, because he looks so pretty it’s insane.

He distracts you when he sucks hard on the valley of your breasts when his knife cuts the delicate strap. You gasp when he does so, feeling the split lace drop down to your shoulder. Eddie then guides the knife to the center, dipping the knife beneath where the spine presses on your skin, the edge pushing up to cut your bra in between.

“Shit,” he pulls the other strap down, throwing it to the ground. “Tits always so pretty, babe. Could stare at them for the rest of my life.”

The bevel of his knife rests on your thigh as Eddie takes his time to suck on your nipples. You moan, squirming when he suckles hard. He bites on the pebbled buds, treats the right tit with the same pressure. You whimper when he doesn’t stop doing this, the feeling of someone hearing excites you more than it scared you yesterday.

He breaks away when he’s pleased enough. Eddie kisses up to your swollen lips, unsynchronized kisses from the heavy breathing you both emit.

Eddie flips the knife so he’s holding the blade, the handle drawing down to your inner thigh. His left hand pushes your underwear to the side, handle tracing your wet cunt. You moan against his lips, eyebrows furrowing at the unusual feeling.

He teasingly penetrates your hole, chuckling when you buck your hips closer. “You want me to push it in?”

“Fuck me with it,” you groan. “C’mon, baby. Do it,”

And he does. He slowly pushes the handle in, the shape uncomfortable, but makes you feel half-full. The cold steel makes you buck your hips a bit, makes Eddie stay still as he waits for you to become comfortable. “You alright, sweetheart?”

You nod. “Yeah,” Eddie kneels to press a kiss on your navel. “Fuck me now, please.”

“Alright, baby,” he kisses your inner thigh, a mark where he’s going to carve his initials later. Eddie begins to thrust it in your squelching cunt, the sound better than all the metal that blasts his ears to deafness. The ridges press on your walls, every thrust melts your un-comfort into a grotty bliss.

The other hand rubs figure-eight on your clit, switches between hard pressures and a feather-light touch. It drives you insane because he’s not using his tongue, instead lets it lick his famished mouth. You throw your head back, knees buckling from the lack of leverage. Your hands leave the table to run through Eddie’s wild curls, tugging in a way that makes him moan.

“Fuck, Eddie,”

“Yeah, you like that?” he bites on your thigh, spreads them apart by placing the left leg on his shoulder. “Filthy girl. Hawkins precious cheerleader’s into knives? Letting their precious freak fuck her greedy pussy with the handle, huh?”

You nod, pushing his head closer though he doesn’t do anything. Eddie can smell your arousal from the close proximity, thrusts the handle faster and deeper into your cunt until it stops at the flipper.

“Close,” your hand goes to his wrist, making him pull the handle out. “Want-want you to carve it, now. Then fuck me with your fingers, please.”

Eddie smiles. “You’re nice today, baby. Love your manners.” He nips at your skin. “You’re not a brat like the usual. But I do love it when you’re being demanding sometimes.”

He lifts you to sit on the table, pushing your legs apart until it can no longer move. Eddie licks the arousal off the handle before wiping it on his jeans, flipping it so he’s holding the handle again, tapping the tip on your inner thigh. You shiver in excitement.

“It’s gonna hurt, okay? Like, a lot,” he keeps on pressing kisses on the spot he’s going to use, like he thinks it would be his own anesthesia. “Are you really sure about this?”

“Yes!” you exclaim, breathing heavily. “Dude, just push it in!”

“Don’t call me dude,” he tuts. “Anything but dude.”

“Okay, freak,”

You don’t let the moan from him go unteased. Quietly gasping, you look down at him with wide eyes. Eddie shyly hides his face on your thigh, shaking his head preciously.

“You like that?”

“Don’t – No I don’t.”

“Babe, you moaned.”

“You’re gonna make fun of me,” he squints his eyes at you. “Now shut up or I’m carving a penis on your thigh.”

He taps the tip. One, two, three for good measure before he gently pushes it in. You feel the excruciating phenomenon of the knife delve minimally inside your inner thigh, the alloy lodged in between what's the skin and flesh. The pain pulsates through you like a deafening bass, maims your thigh to throb until it creates tears that sting your eyes. It’s a slim penetration, barely a centimeter in, but it splits your skin open until blood percolates. You hiss, cry quietly when Eddie begins moving.

“I got you baby,” he sits up and crashes his lips on yours, wiping your tear away. Eddie pulls away to kiss each of your cheeks, repetitively, knife moving ever so slowly to shape his name. “You alright? Does it hurt? We can stop.”

“I can handle it,” you push his shoulders down until he kneels again. Eddie’s eyes tear away from yours, flitting to the wound he’s creating on your thigh. The touch of his unoccupied hand is utterly emollient, thumb caressing your skin in hopes to numb the pain away, because his lenient strokes are nothing compared to the blade’s puncture.

He’s on his first line, and he’s got six left. When Eddie starts on the second, he coaxes you through by muttering sweet nothings against your sweating skin. The blood drips down on the table, fraternizes with the arousal you leaked earlier. He licks the blood up, the feeling of his tongue on your tongue painfully gratifying.

“Ah-…shit,” you exhale. The pain withers into nothingness, a dull adulation to Eddie’s success in relaxing you to his cuts. Putting his dexterity into use, Eddie uses his left hand to trace your hole, still leaking of arousal, and pushes it inside your swell cunt.

“Still wet, baby? Even after I cut you?” He’s on his third line, while pushing two fingers inside your cunt as he does it. You moan lowly, running a hand through his tangled hair, pushing the lone strands away from his forehead.

His fingers go fast inside you, not stopping even when you’d coated his slender fingers with your pearlescent seed. It’s gotten to the point that your pussy makes obscenely wet sounds loud enough to be heard outside the room. Eddie’s lapping up the blood that’s leaking from your thigh, finger fucks you until he’s on his last two lines.

Unstoppable fingers make you moan. His rings glim brighter than they used to, probably in need of deep washing as it is now stained with your juices. They curl inside you just in the right way, galvanizing your g-spot evermore. The puddle beneath you turns into a pretty shade of pink as your cum mingles with the dripping blood.

“Faster,”

And he obeys. With the knife moving slowly, his left moves fast – unfathomably fast – arm shaking from the exuberant libido his fingers perform. You let out a long, loud moan, until it breaks into high-pitched whines and short moans, lower abdomen burning white until you begin spurting out liquids like yesterday, gushing everywhere that it stains your wound.

Eddie pulls his lips away from your thigh and sucks on your clit, tongue lapping on your gushing juices like a cat. He pulls his fingers away, dipping his tongue inside your contracting hole before he removes it.

“Shit,” his fingers spread your labia open, “sweets, you’re all swollen. Your cum’s fucking leaking on the table. God, looks so fucking filthy.”

“You like filthy,” you pull on his hair. Eddie moves upwards, presses a harsh kiss against your lips as he finishes the letter M. “You fucking love filthy.”

He bends down and with one last suckle on your wound, the initials E.M. enrich your skin in a grotesquely exquisite mien. The corners painted with dried blood and his saliva, maybe a bit of your arousal. Eddie plants one last, chaste kiss on your wound before he comes up to kiss you.

You take the knife from him when Eddie pulls away to suck the cum off his fingers.

Pushing him away, you tug on his jeans, almost ripping it off. Eddie helps you and discards them, bringing his boxers with so now you’re both standing in front of each other with his cock erect and swell on his stomach. You push Eddie until his back hits the edge of the table, and you exuberantly kneel in front of him.

You don’t suck his cock yet – you relish the sight in front of you with a dumb slacked jaw. Eddie looks down at you, thrust his hips until his tip disappears in your mouth.

“Keep my cock warm for me, would you? While you cut me up?” he cups your face between his thumb and fingers. Eddie pulls his cock away, purses his lips before he spits in your mouth. “Keep it in your mouth like a good slut.”

Filthy benevolence driven by the ascendancy of Eddie, you suck on his cock for a while. You jerk him off with your left hand, enclosing your cheeks around his thick girth, head gagging you when it hits the back of your throat.

It draws a hearty groan from the man above you, loud and deep. It turns you on, makes you really wet that it stings worse than your cut. Eddie fucks your face before you stay pliant, and position the knife on top of his thigh.

The sight of the knife digging into skin is more grotesque than it felt. Like painting crimson on a plain canvas when his flesh cleaves open and exposes his thick fluid. The perfidious knife draws the first pattern of your initial, and Eddie hisses above you. 

He thrusts deeper that your nose grazes the curls on top of his cock. You gag around him, feeling your saliva drip down your neck to your naked body, his irate head filling your throat.

Eddie’s blood smears on his opalescent skin, your initials carved smaller than his because you’re afraid of stabbing his thigh. His hand cups your cheeks, rubbing the tears away with a drunken smile.

“You look so pretty with my cock in your mouth,” your other hand fondles with his balls. It makes Eddie throw his head back with a loud moan. “Think you can move while carving?”

You nod eagerly against his cock. You relax your jaw and begin moving your mouth around him, eyes flitting between his heavy, dazed eyes and the knife that jabs on his skin.

The initials are nearly done, bobbing your head faster. With your left hand jerking his cock and twisting, you take gradual sucks on his head to his shaft, popping away to lick his balls to his head, feeling his vein on your thick muscle before you lick his slit.

Eddie moans, meeting your bobs with yearning thrusts. He’s fucking your face like you both wanted. “Fuck, that’s it baby. So good. Doing so fucking good. You enjoy my cock?”

He’s unpleased when you merely nod. Eddie pulls on your hair. “Answers, baby,” he demands.

“Yes,” you gasp. “I love your big fucking cock, Eddie.” You lick his tip, twisting your tongue around the helmet. “Love how big it is it can’t even fit in this fucking mouth, baby.”

He lets you go and pushes his cock deeper in your mouth. “Yeah, so fucking greedy,” Eddie grunts.

Even with your initials done, you don’t stop sucking his dick. You suck the life out of it, twitching cock heralds the forthcoming of his orgasm. You nibble at every ridge of his veins before you lick everywhere on his cock.

Placing the knife on the table behind him to pull away from his twitching dick and suck on the blood oozing on the uneven slit. You lick up every last drop of his blood, and trail your way upwards with small kisses like remedies to the painful cut. You treat his body the same way he treats yours – leaving love bites across his alabaster skin.

Eddie kisses your cheek, then your neck. “Good girl. Good, good girl, baby.”

He sits down on the table, grasping at your waist and urges you to sit on him. You grind on his hard cock, shaft wet with your saliva that now amalgamates with your arousal and cum from earlier. You both moan, stupidly loud, as Eddie helps you rest your knees on either side of his thighs on top of the table.

“You’re so beautiful,” he declares against your lips. “So, so pretty, sweetheart. Gonna ride my cock now?”

“Please,” you grip his cock tight in your burning hand, raising to position his head until you sink down.

His bare cock stretches your overstimulated pussy. Eddie’s cock buried deep inside your cunt becomes the last segment of the freakshow, your light bounces emitting skin slapping that is the invisible crowd’s applaud. Skin on skin, wound to wound does it feel heavenly to be fucked raw by his cock that you both know is yours, and your pussy warming his known to be owned by Eddie.

Blood mingled with unjust arousal banes your wounds. You wrap your arms around Eddie’s neck, nails scratching his back while his portray nipple clamps as they unbearably fondle with your breasts. You ride his cock out of its strength, pushing each bulging vein on your tight walls.

“Pussy’s so fucking tight,” he laughs out, biting your shoulder. “Fucking snug around my cock, baby, ‘s like you were made for me,”

And you were. You apprentice on every crime; on every pornographic show. Immodesty fulfilled by the blood spilt on the table that fuses with your arousals. You bounce on him, draw up until his head’s all that’s left inside you, before you drop down on his cock again.

You scratch on his biceps with ludicrous moans. Eddie’s fingers reach down between you to rub your clit, spitting salacious words in your ear he’s sure he’d burn in hellfire for. “Look at you, doing all the work. You earned this, baby, letting me carve my name on your thigh. Because you love being owned by me, don’t you. Fuck yeah, you do.”

You grind and you bounce, a hand behind you to stabilize your back. With a hand around his neck and the other behind you on top of his knee, Eddie forms as your chair as you lean back to drive his cock deeper inside your cunt.

You feel your orgasm drive again, like roses thrown at your feet as the applauding gets louder. Eddie lets out whines and moans, smiles when you repeat the same broken, high-pitched whimpers. “I’m close, baby.”

Eddie pushes your chest to him, his right hand caressing your wound. You hug your arms around your boyfriend, grinding slowing down as he begins thrusting upwards to make up from the fucking that wore you out.

He moans out loud, face scrunched into a rhapsodic culmination.

A few thrusts left, five slams on your spot and you’re spilling all over his cock. Eddie spurts his ropes inside you, sees his head bulge on your navel. His hand guides yours to press on the head that’s seen. He thrusts upward, swallowing your moan with an open-mouthed kiss.

“Tired?” Eddie kisses the space between your eyebrows. You pant heavily, resting your cheek on his sweaty chest.

“Super,” you chuckle. “Super fucking worn out, baby.”

“Alright sweetheart,” he lifts you up, sits you down on the table. Eddie wraps your legs around his waist, and he hugs you, tightly, like he’s afraid of letting you go.

“You know, this’ll be a sexy scar,” you trace your carving on his thigh. “Really fucking hot. But I’m worried if we broke up and you meet someone knew, she’s gonna see these and she’s going to wonder who’s initials are those.”

You trace the tattoo bats on his arm. Eddie presses a kiss on your hairline, running a hand through your damp hair. “We’re not gonna break up. I love you too much.”

“I love you, too.”

“And if we do, I’ll just tattoo a penis over this one with like, bats around it.”

It earns him a smack on the chest.

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Prettiest of them all —Drabble

Pairing: MCU! Peter Parker x Female! Reader

Summary: Horny AF 3am writing with no plot

Genre(s): smut, fluff

Warnings: dom! reader, sub! Peter, riding, semi-unedited work

A/N: I really can't decide if I like this or not, I just really need to fuck Peter Parker, any of the three will do

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You chuckled so lowly it was almost silent, "Believe me, you're prettier Peter,"

Your lips very softly pecked his, so gently, so delicately, so incredibly torturous, testing the waters of something you've always had the answer to. He took a deep breath, eyes still closed, and fluttered them open only to find yours completely doe-eyed for him.

"Really?"

He had no time or mind to regret his hesitant words now.

You impulsively scoffed at his naiveness, "Fucking Christ, you're perfect," the words quickly slipped before kissing him this time, really kissing him. A shaky hand reached for your waist and stopped right before getting under the fabric. Yours, however, firmly slipped slightly under the collar of his shirt, your ring and pinky finger resting on his collarbone.

His breath has been perhaps quicker than his heartbeat, so much so that he seemed to have no oxygen to make his forehead leave yours.

You cupped his face slightly caressing his cheek, "How's that for your-" you had to admit you were also lacking air, "for your first kiss,"

"Great, y- yeah, that was great," he couldn't fathom coming up with anything more.

You both giggled.

He felt your skin slip out of his shirt and your thumb being placed on his mouth, he soon realized his eyesight was blocked once again, but it didn't matter 'cause for the first time in a while he felt safe, and you were making an effort for it as well. The small, yet very significant contact was reassuring, comforting, and sweet, it was his first kiss after all; he didn't admit it, but you quickly figured it was his first encounter of such nature as well.

"Are you okay?" You whispered after a few seconds of silence.

He just nodded.

"Was-" he cleared his throat and snapped out by facing you once again, still not breaking the closeness, "Was that good? The- the kiss I mean," he subconsciously played with the edge of your top mistaking it for his.

It was your turn to nod now, subconsciously biting your bottom lip, still savoring it. A little clumsy and nervous, maybe a little tense, but kind and soft nonetheless, it was refreshing to not have to kiss a guy who was rushing for something more.

You noticed his flush moving all the way to the top of his face now, spreading pretty quickly.

"You wanna do it again?"

"Yeah-" he cut off himself.

You grinned against him, now more surely pulling him closer by his neck. God bless innocent Peter Parker for only hugging the waistline of your shorts. By the time you began to play with the bottom stitches of his shirt you made sure to look at him, lips free just in case he wanted to stop, he received the message, loud and clear, pulling it off his chest, over his head and not dropping it yet somewhere across your kitchen, he only allowed himself to release the thought of having it to put back in when you reached for his hands to interlace your fingers.

"You sure you wanna do this?"

'Remember it always Peter, consent is fundamental for any human interaction' his aunt's words couldn't have resounded louder.

"Yes, you?"

He smiled, "Yes,"

He helped you jump off the counter and let you guide him through the living room, the hallway, and into your room. You sat him on your bed after helping him to get rid of almost all of his clothes, you let his finger tips travel your body as he watched you undress yourself and seemingly make a whole show out of it. You had every urge to enjoy yourself just as much with him, but that would be for a different time, maybe even a different girl, you made peace with it, after all, this wasn't about you, it was for him.

He very visibly swallowed a groan when you stranded him, you kissed him more passionately this time, attempting to spark a bit more initiative, you confirmed it worked when you felt a little more strength when grabbing your hips, fingers tempted to go down further.

You let out a moan when feeling him completely hard, both your arousals grew bigger. He now confidently traced his lips down your neck, he looked up at you lightly biting the top of one of your breasts, after verifying you liked it, he repeated his action on the other side of your chest. You braided your hands into his hair soon after he began to kiss and suck your nipples.

He saw you after a little while, swollen lips, a thin thread of spit hanging from both places, you cleaned it with your thumb, and then bent down to join your faces.

"Are you ready?" You mumbled.

"Yes,"

With his help you removed his last piece of clothing. Now, if it were any other guy you would effortlessly reach for a condom in your nightstand, however, you decided to be bold and choose not to.

"I'm on the pill, so, don't worry about anything, okay?"

"Okay," he let out lovingly.

You stroke him a few times before beginning, and smoothly sat down, you gasped, he moaned. 'It's always the shy ones' you thought. Although by this point completely consumed by pleasure, he still managed to have his eyes filled with awe for you.

He recovered his strength after a couple seconds, you jumped a second time patiently, he couldn't help but hide his embarrassment in the crook of your neck, your hands reached for his biceps as support.

"Go faster, please," he muttered at the edge of your ear.

You granted his plead, making your actions less paused between one another, you couldn't overwhelm him. You accidentally let yourself fall harder, failing to shut an almost pornographic moan out of you, he just felt too fucking good.

"Oh my god," you couldn't hold the sounds any longer.

He cursed under his breath and began to repeat your name like a prayer. He was close, you could hear his voice weakening by the second, you proceeded to whine his name on his lips to send him over the edge, not long after, he came undone moaning yours.

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[jessybarnes]

Obedience

Title: Obedience

Pairing: Chris Evans x Actor!Female!Reader x Sebastian Stan

Rating: 18+ Only!! Minors DNI!!

Word Count: 2,862

Tags: Smut, angst, fluff, bondage/restraints, knife play, implied metal arm kink, pet names, use of the term sir, kissing, crying, face sitting, light dom/sub, oral sex (female receiving), implied oral sex (male receiving), implied vaginal sex, hair pulling, biting, marking, voyeurism, exhibitionism, spanking, explicit sexual content, explicit language, and I think that’s it. 

Written For: @kinktober2022 and @anyfandomaubingo

Square(s) Filled: Voyeurism for Kinktober 2022 // Free Space for AFG AU Bingo

Beta(s): None

Being a guest star in a movie is stressful. 

You’ve only been acting for around two and a half years, so it still amazes you that you landed a spot in a Marvel movie. The MCU has a huge fanbase, and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t know who the Avengers were. Actually watching the movies was another story. You’ve been meaning to sit down and crank out all twenty-something movies. You really have, but your schedule’s been too booked.

If you had known how drop-dead gorgeous the cast members were you probably would have canceled some plans and watched them sooner. They all look like they were carved by Michelangelo himself. 

You follow one of the PAs, Stephanie, into one of the main filming sets to get ready for your coverage. Even though you weren’t playing a recurring character, you still loved getting to tour the whole set and meeting everyone who works behind the scenes. 

Just as you’re about to get the rundown of what to expect on your first day of filming, Chris Evans walks through one of the side doors wearing grey sweatpants and a white t-shirt that looks like it’s two sizes too small. You can’t help but stare as he talks to one of the producers. Your eyes take in how his pants hang low on his narrow waist, the way his arms look like they’re going to rip through his shirt at any given moment, and his ass? God, he really lives up to the whole ‘America’s Ass’ statement.

Stephanie realizes you’re not listening to her anymore and follows your gaze, chuckling when she sees who you’re looking at. 

“So, you like Chris, hm?”

You blush furiously and pray that neither Chris nor the producer heard her comment. 

“Yeah … I mean he’s umm … really tall.”

Steph giggles and takes your arm, pulling you toward the two men. 

“C’mon, let me introduce you. Chris always likes to meet the guest stars. Well, all the boys do, but Chris especially does.”

Your heart thuds hard against your chest as you get closer to them. It looks like they're reading over part of the script, but you can’t be sure since they’re whispering. Chris turns and smiles warmly at the two of you and extends his hand. 

“Hi, there! You must be the new guest star. Y/N is it?”

You take his big hand in yours and admire how his fingers almost completely cover your smaller ones. His skin is warm and his fingertips are calloused, and you can’t stop the image of him pushing three of his those fingers deep into your pussy. You sink your teeth into your bottom lip to stop a moan and watch as Chris hones in on your mouth. 

“Yes, I’m Y/N. It’s umm…It’s very nice to meet you, Chris.”

You take your hand back and nervously play with the hem of your shirt as he stares at you. Even though you don’t think he’s meaning to, he’s really emanating dominance. Chris looks you up and down quickly before turning his attention to another crew member whom you hadn’t noticed until now. 

“Hey, Chris they need you in hair and makeup. We start shooting in forty-five minutes.”

Stephanie watches as he gives you a small smirk and a wave before heading down a hallway. She then leads you to the costume trailer so you can get fitted for your proper villain attire. You’ll be playing one of Hydra’s minions who has information on a secret base’s whereabouts. Your character will get captured by Steve, Bucky and Natasha and get interrogated for said info. If you’re being honest, it’s the interrogation you’re most excited about. You've heard stories from your friends who are avid Marvel fans about how sexy the two super soldiers are when they get authoritative.  

Soon you’re sporting a tight body suit complete with a weapon’s belt and a thigh holster and are being led to the threshold of an old warehouse. Neither of them are there yet, but they can’t be far behind you. The anticipation of acting out this scene with them is making your heart race. 

A few moments later another crew member, who you can only assume works somewhere in the props department, strides over to you carrying a thick coil of rope. She lays it on the lone desk and motions for you to sit. Once you do, a couple of other people come in to remove everything but you and the metal chair. 

“Hello Y/N, my name is Tori, have you ever been tied to a chair before?”

If you weren’t so nervous you would laugh because damn what an introduction that is. Instead, you shake your head and hold your arms out in front of you. 

“It’s nice to meet you, Tori. No, I haven’t been, but I’m assuming you want me like this?”

Tori giggles and walks behind you while uncoiling the rope.

“Actually sweetie, I need you to put both wrists thru the openings in the back of the chair. I’m gonna tie your wrists back here instead. The rope will be kinda snug, but I don’t want you to be nervous. All you gotta do is say something and we will cut you free alright? Oh, and another thing, the boys can kinda be … what’s the word I’m looking for? … Intimidating, yes intimidating when it comes to scenes like this. If you need a break, don’t be afraid to let them know okay? They are hypersensitive to guest stars’ needs, and no one will blame you if you need to take a breather.”

You’re glad everyone is so kind and approachable. This is probably one of the best sets you’ve ever worked on. Just as Tori is securing the final knot on your restraints, Sebastian, Chris, and Scarlett all walk in wearing their usual character attire. They’re all laughing about something, but stop when they notice you sitting in the center of the room.  

You feel so exposed as they all stare at you. Sebastian and Scarlett walk toward you while Chris stays rooted to the spot. The other two get close to you and squat down to your level, their smiles calming your overactive nerves.  

“Hi, there sweetheart! It’s very nice to meet you. I’m Scarlett, and this is Sebastian. You’re Y/N, right? Chris told us he already got the pleasure of meeting you.”

You fix your gaze on Chris who is blushing slightly. You blink as you take that in because why on earth would someone of his caliber be interested in someone like you? You then turn your eyes back to the other two in front of you and give each of them a kind smile.

“It’s very nice to meet you both. I’d uhh … I’d shake your hands, but I’m kinda tied up.”

Sebastian chuckles and pats you lightly on the thigh. 

“With that sense of humor, you’ll fit right in!”

Just as you’re about to come up with a witty reply, the director walks into the room with a clipboard. 

“Okay, everyone, let’s get started shall we? We’ve only got Y/N for a few hours today, so let’s be on our best behavior boys.”

Chris and Sebastian both snicker while Scarlett rolls her eyes. They all take their places and allow themselves a moment to get into character. You close your eyes and take a deep breath before opening them again, testing the bonds to set the scene. They dig into your skin a little bit but it’s nothing you can’t handle.  

Once action is called, you can definitely see a change in Chris and Sebastian’s demeanor. Scarlett too, but it’s both of the men that make you swallow thickly. It’s as if they’re completely different people. Which is a good thing since they’re such great actors. Sebastian strides up to you, his eyes dark with menace, and pulls out a knife from one of the holsters on his belt. He circles the chair, and the thudding of his boots hits the concrete like a slow metronome. Finally, he stops and kneels down so his face is mere inches from yours. The blunt edge of the blade rests against your sternum and even though it’s plastic it looks very much real. 

“Now, listen here you bitch, my patience is running thin. Just tell me where the secret base is, and I won’t drag this out any longer than it needs to be.”

You smile maliciously and laugh, "You Avengers always think you can just get whatever you want. Well, I’ve got news for your little band of misfits. You might as well kill me now because none of you are getting any answers from me. Especially you, James.”

Sebastian takes the knife and slices open a particular spot in your outfit. It doesn’t look like much now, but once the necessary effects are added, there’ll be plenty of blood to make it look all the more realistic. You squirm and scream, letting your breaths become heavy before replying through gritted teeth. 

“Is that all you’ve got? Guess I better go tell the other Hydra agents that Natasha, Steve, and his best pal, Bucky are going soft.”

Chris’s upper lip curls into a snarl, and you feel your panties dampen at the sight. You’re sure they’ll be ruined before this take is even over, but you don’t break character. Scarlett walks around to your backside, while Chris comes up to Sebastian’s flank. You’re focused on Bucky’s metal arm and the way Sebastian curls it into a fist, and even though you’re thinking about what it would feel like to have those cool fingers fucking your cunt, you make yourself look scared and try to break through the rope. 

You feel someone grab your hair and yank your head back to expose the delicate skin of your neck to Seb’s blade. Chris leans down until his mouth is right next to your ear, and it takes all of your self-control to stay in character and hold back a moan. 

“Are you gonna talk now, or are we going to have to force you? Because believe me, Bucky, Natasha, and I aren’t the least bit scared of a lowlife Hydra recruit like you.” 

You bite your lip right as the director calls cut. Tori comes up and cuts you free while they commend you on how good the scene was. Apparently, that take is enough because you’re told you can go and get changed and shower. 

Once you’re back in the guest trailer, you strip out of your clothes and fold them neatly on the dresser. You technically don’t need to shower since you just took one this morning, but you did need to cool off after shooting that scene. Chris’s power over you is almost too much. Plus, it’s been a while since you’ve been touched by another person sexually. 

You grab the hair tie from your wrist and twist your hair into a bun before stepping under the cool stream of water. Although it somewhat soothes the throbbing ache between your legs, it doesn’t make it go away completely. Chris does more things to you with just a look than any other man has ever done, and Sebastian was also very, very easy on the eyes.  

Once you’re cooled off, you wrap a white, fluffy towel around your body and step out into the bedroom. That’s when you start to notice things that look unfamiliar. Little things like a pair of men’s shoes, and a t-shirt that looks awfully like the one Chris was wearing this morning, and then it suddenly hits you.

You’re not in the guest trailer at all… 

Fear courses through your veins like ice and then multiplies tenfold when the trailer door opens. You have nowhere to go, so you just stand there holding the towel closer to your naked body. You expect it but still aren’t prepared for the shock on Chris’s face when he rounds the corner to his bedroom. He stares at you momentarily before taking a step closer to your shaking form. 

“Y/N? What … what are you doing?”

Your lower lip quivers and your eyes fill with tears of shame as he slowly gets closer to you. He stops in front of you and a tear slides down your cheek. He watches it, wanting desperately to wipe it away, but decides against it so he doesn’t spook you. 

“I … I’m sorry I didn’t … I thought …”

You feel strong arms envelope you in a hug, his fingertips sliding over your exposed shoulder blades. You look up at him and sigh shakily when the pad of his thumbs catches your loose tears. Chris thinks you’re beautiful, especially at this moment. Your raw vulnerability strikes a chord in him, and he slowly leans down to your lips. 

The moment he kisses you it feels like fireworks explode inside of you. You wrap your arms around Chris’s neck and allow him to carry you to his king-size bed. He breaks the kiss long enough to lay you down on the mattress. Tearing his shirt quickly over his head and fumbling with his belt shouldn’t be sexy, but you were practically panting at the sight of him. Finally, he’s standing naked in front of you, his cock jutting out in front of him making your mouth water. 

Chris climbs on the bed and kneels above you, taking a moment to drag his eyes over your body.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous, Y/N. Fuck, I’ve wanted you since I met you this morning.” 

He rips your towel open and pulls you up so your nipples press firmly against his chest, bringing them to hardened peaks. His kiss is rough and possessive as he pulls your hair like he did earlier in the scene, only this time instead of a knife against your pulse point it’s his mouth. You cry out when he bites and sucks marks all over your skin and grind your pussy on the thickness of his cock.  

Chris growls seductively and flips over so you’re on top of him. He motions for you to turn around and you look at him confused.

“Wanna taste you, Y/N. Wanna feel you cum on my face baby.”

Fuck, you almost do from his words alone. No one has ever done this with you before. Hell, you’ve barely done anything with a man if you’re being honest. You’ve only had one partner and it wasn’t very enjoyable, so you never really tried to find anyone else. It hasn’t occurred to you that maybe the person you had been with before was doing it wrong. 

You get into position, placing each of your knees on either side of his body. He greedily pulls you down and starts relentlessly licking and sucking on your dripping cunt. His strong arms hold you in place as you writhe above him, crying out his name. 

“Chris! Fuck! Oh, my god!… Yes, oh, please don’t stop! Right there baby please!”

You’re so caught up in the moment that you don’t notice Sebastian standing in the doorway. For a moment, his jaw drops at the sight before him, but then he feels his cock harden in his jeans. He begins teasing himself through the denim and continues to watch you cum all over his best friend’s face. 

“Fu-fuck! Chris! Oh, shi-ahhh!”

You open your eyes and shriek when you’re met with Sebastian’s lust-blown ones. Chris just smirks, clearly proud of himself for getting Seb all worked up. He doesn’t seem to be embarrassed at all, almost as if he likes the thrill of getting caught.  

“Sebastian?! Wha-What are you doing here?!”

His blue eyes darken with want as he looks you up and down like you’re his prey. 

“I could ask you the same thing, sweetheart, but right now I have something else in mind. Why don’t you be a good girl for Chris and me and kneel on the bed, hm?”

You feel the flame of arousal reignite as you do what he says, spreading your legs slightly apart. Sebastian discards his clothes and slowly pumps his cock a few times before standing behind you. A bead of pre-cum leaks from the tip as he rubs himself between your folds. 

“Be a good girl for us, and you’ll get rewarded, sweetheart. Gotta do what we say though. Think you can do that?”

You nod and look up at Chris who’s positioned himself in front of you. His cock is so close to your parted lips. Immediately, you feel the sting of Sebastian’s hand on the swell of your ass and you yelp. The lingering burn makes your walls clench and you push back into him.

“I think Seb’s waiting on an appropriate response from you, baby. How about you acknowledge him properly?”

He swats the other side of your ass and you moan out what he hopefully wants, “y-yes sir!”

The brunette groans deeply and closes his eyes, “good girl. Now open that pretty mouth of yours for Chris while I fuck this sweet little cunt full of my cum."

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Cap-IM Rec Week - Take A Chance on Me Sunday

Day 7 of @cap-ironman's rec week event!

Today's theme is stories with tropes/universes/etc. that you don't usually like, but that you read anyway and ended up loving.

In Trouble Deep by FestiveFerret, SirSapling (@sirsapling) (Ults | Teen And Up Audiences | No Archive Warnings Apply | 67,956 words)

I usually don't read: kidfic But: this fic is sweet and soft without being cloying

Summary: "Whoever did this has a reason, and Stark needs to be with someone who can protect him. He won’t exactly be able to protect himself like this.” Fury looked at the baby consideringly. “No, it’s you, Steve. Besides, he likes you. Suck it up, soldier, you’re stuck with him.”

The rest below the cut!

DRAFT: What Needs by MusicalLuna (@musicalluna) (MCU | Mature | No Archive Warnings Apply | 12,571 words)

I usually don't read: irondad But: this fic promised (and delivered) terrible things happening to Steve, with Tony and the team taking care of him after. A WIP last updated four years ago, but well worth reading anyway.

Summary: “Dad, can you—can you come home? I’m fine,” Peter insists, though Tony can clearly hear he’s not. “I just—I think dad needs you. He came back this afternoon and he's—he’s moving like he’s hurt.” Then Peter hesitates, and, in a near-whisper, says, “I think—I think I heard him crying in the bathroom just now, Dad. Please? Please, can you come home? You know I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t a big deal.”

Celestial Navigation by sabrecmc (@sabrecmc) (MCU | Explicit | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings | 210,994 words)

I usually don't read: omega Tony/alpha Steve, younger Tony/older Steve, deeply regressive a/b/o societies, villainous (MCU) Howard, wordcounts over 200,000 But: the writing and the characterization in this fic are just *chef's kiss* absolute perfection

Summary: 18 year old Omega!Tony finds himself Bonded to Captain Steve Rogers. He isn't happy about it until he is.

The Devil in Us All by Sineala (@sineala) (616 | Explicit | No Archive Warnings Apply | 121,753 words)

I usually don't read: dom Steve But: Sineala writes dom Steve as so caring and kind, plus I am always a sucker for misunderstandings followed by revelatory conversations

Summary: The year is 1982, and Steve Rogers, Captain America and working commercial artist, is living in Brooklyn and trying to make it on his own. So when a bank error leaves him unable to make rent, he does what anyone else would do in this situation: he accidentally gets a job drawing erotic illustrations for a gay bondage porn magazine. It turns out that pornography's not a bad way to make a living. The money's decent, the work is unexpectedly fulfilling, and if many of the men Steve draws bear a certain resemblance to Tony Stark, so what? No one's going to know Steve's in love with Tony. It's not like Tony's ever going to see it. What are the odds that Tony buys gay bondage porn magazines? Tony, meanwhile, is newly sober in the wake of the death of the Carnelian ambassador, and life's been rough for him lately. He's recently single, he's desperately lonely, and he's pining after a tragically-straight teammate he can't have. At least he can show himself a good time. But what he'd really like to know is why the guy painted on the cover of this adult magazine looks so familiar.

Compromise by valtyr (616 | Teen And Up Audiences | No Archive Warnings Apply | 563 words)

I usually don't read: scat But: this is really a very sweet story! (with no actual scat depicted)

Summary: Written for Avengers Kink, prompt: "Steve is kinkier than tony expected because he's really into scat, and tony isn't."

The Facility by WilmaKins (@wilmakins) (MCU | Explicit | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings | 155,769 words)

I usually don't read: post-CA:CW in general, and especially if it leans Team Iron Man But: this fic has amazing emotional work between Steve and Tony, is very fair and even-handed with both sides, and has a fun mystery plot and some very hot sex scenes

Summary: After coming so close to losing against Thanos, the Avengers have decided to set aside their differences and work as a team again. Well, they're trying... But there are a lot of hurts that haven't gone away, and a lot of things still unsaid, and a lot of tension... And that was BEFORE Tony accidentally ended up on an undercover mission with Steve as his fake boyfriend - at what turns out to be an alien sex club. Canon Divergent post IW AU - Tags to be updated as updates are written... but I think you probably get the gist.

#capimrecweek #stony #marvel fic rec #steve rogers #tony stark

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Some personal opinions on MCU Ladies being Domme or Sub

Kate: Absolutely a Sub.

Carol: Is a Sub, knows it, grumpy about it, wants you to think she's a Domme.

Yelena: Is a Sub, does NOT know it, has only been with Power Bottoms, Natasha doesn't have the heart to tell her.

Natasha: Switch, either a very good Mommy or the cutest Pillow Princess depending on the partner.

Wanda: Absolute Mommy Domme, except in the very brief window of Age of Ultron when she was Baby

I feel like Kate is willing to learn how to be Dom, but her preference for powerful/older women would make that knowledge completely useless. She likes to dream tho ❤️

Carol is a sub top but I definitely see that changing depending on what era she's in or how much experience she has. She can't wrap her head around the fact she can Do The Work but not boss you around and she's so huffy about.

Yelena isn't ashamed of being a sub but is legitimately under the impression she just Isn't so no one really bothers correcting her

Natasha is a jack of all trades and sorta adapts to her partners needs. However, I do see her having a bit of fetish (kink? idk) for "breaking" doms or switches. She can respect your needs but once Nat has made up her mind about topping you, there's no going back from that

Wanda definitely grows into being a mommy. Even if we aren't being canon compliant, I imagine her "Mommy Urges" just get worse the longer you date her. She'll let you be secretive and shy about it at first but eventually she's gonna start cutting up your food and forcing you to sit in her lap

#panther speaks #anon #kate bishop #carol danvers #yelena belova #natasha romanoff #wanda maximoff

[fandomfluffandfuck]

hi s i absolutely ADORE you can(t) teach old dogs new tricks. i just wanted to know what images you have of steve and bucky when you picture them for the series. idk if you’ve mentioned it already but i would love to know

Aw, thank you! I'm glad you enjoy it!

I don't think I've put any actual images out there and... it's just as well 'cause I don't think there are really any images that exist for the exact look I imagine for them.

Basically, I'm imagining Steve older than we ever see him in the MCU (not counting Old Man because... he doesn't count) with almost entirely silver hair (shaved short sides and a longer quiff-like top) and a salt and pepper beard. Bucky is young, like, 40s Bucky before the war but with his longer hair. The Wakandian Jesus look, y’know?

A more drawn-out answer could be the character outlines I have in my original plan for the series (so don't mind the horrible grammar, haha):

Steve Rogers

Same/similar background

Brooklyn

Poor

Mom was single (Dad died before Steve can remember him) & poor, an immigrant from Ireland, a nurse in Hospitals around the area they lived

Mom died of cancer when Steve was in high school

Raised Irish Catholic

Uncircumcised

Born in 1969 (54)

Sexual Orientation

Gay

Ma had a feeling he was… she could probably tell… but he never told her before she died (she died when he was 17, and spent the rest of high school bouncing around between friends' houses until he graduated)

Left Brooklyn

Came to San Fransico to find new people & work (came out in San Fransico by the time he was 19)

Started as a photographer, and had a good eye for it (film camera w/ dark room development)... moved from scenery landscape photos to photos of people to fetish photography through a boyfriend (a past Daddy)... then slowly integrated more and more into the kink scene, was a boy for a long time, sold photos of himself, then photos of his subs… his professional dom business took off

(two coming outs, one coming out as gay, the other coming out as kinky w/ his kinky lifestyle)

Epidemic

1981 to early 1990s (AIDs epidemic)

Lots of friends died during HIV/AIDs crisis

He survived the HIV epidemic

Old-guard Leather & BDSM / Occupation

Leatherman

Professional Dominant

Sex worker

People pay to have scenes w/ him

Bondage & impact play are his specialties BUT he does a lot BC he’s been in the scene for so long

Was a photographer B4 pro dom… casual then a fetish photographer

Appearance

Blue eyes

Greying hair (salt & pepper)

Hair is short on the sides and a little longer on top

Beard

6’2” & 260-ish lbs

Obviously works out a lot…

His arms and shoulders are huge and his stomach is soft (a belly but when he flexes it’s pretty hard under a layer of fluff. His whole waist is wide, though). Also. He has an unfairly round and pert butt

Needs glasses when reading

Fashion

Often in a t-shirt & leather jacket with dark wash denim when casual

When domming… leather: leather peaked cap, leather jacket, leather shirt + leather tie (or leather vest w/out a shirt under it), big, wide leather belt, leather pants (or leather chaps on top of dark Levi jeans)

Usually prefers tight briefs as underwear

Aaaand Big, leather boots

Collar

Steve's play collar is black leather with silver hardware. It has a silver o-ring on the front, two o-rings on the side, a silver padlock on the back, and all around the collar there's a silver chain overlaying the leather. He had a good friend and BDSM gear craftsman make it for him, originally with the intent to collar someone else, but... it never ended up happening, Steve got a different collar instead, he just fucking loves this collar. It reminds him of the plain chain and padlock collars he used to see all the time at the leather bars and bathhouses. Rugged, masculine, junk-yard-esque collars.

Bucky Barnes

Background

Grew up in modern New York

Brooklyn (he was growing up by the time Steve had left the area for the West Coast)

Middle class

Parents are alive, Dad is an alcoholic (mean drunk) & Mom did the best she could, but they don’t talk often

Circumcised

Born in 1997 (26)

Sexual Orientation (1)

Gay

Came out when he was 18 (2015, June 26, when all 50 states legalized gay marriage)

Religion

Parents are both Jewish… Bucky goes back and forth with it… he isn’t practicing actively, but… it’s a little hard to leave the faith completely behind after being raised that way

Sexual Orientation (2)

Leviticus 18:23 & Leviticus 20:13 (Torah)

Mother was speechless, she nodded and grabbed his hand, when she turned away, Bucky saw her eyes were glossy (crying)

Sober father made him write out passages again and again and again and again after he came out, believing that it was a problem to be solved

Drunk father yelled at him, saying that he couldn’t believe his son was this way, he tried to do everything right!

Bucky wasn’t kicked out, but he didn’t exactly feel safe… so he left and lived with a friend (at their parent's house until he could afford to rent a place of his own)

He occasionally speaks to his Mom, but more often, he speaks to his sister. He doesn’t speak to his father.

While in NYC, he dated one guy for almost 2 years (stayed until he was 23) and went on a few dates w/ some more guys

Since moving to San Fransico he’s dated around more (23-26)

He hasn’t connected w/ anyone really... COVID-19 pandemic

Sexual Experience

Has had vanilla sex... kind of bored by it

KNOWS he's interested in kink

He’s topped in vanilla sex and the power he got from that, he liked… he wants more… more power dynamics

Wants to be a dom

Restraints really appeal to him (cuffs, rope, etc.)

Occupation

Web Developer

Codes

Works online (he used to go into an office in NYC, but when he expressed his decision to move & put in his 2 weeks, they didn’t want to let him go... online now)

Designs the front-end (the parts of a site a user interacts with) & back-end (the behind-the-scenes part) of sites (referred to as “full-stack”)

Doesn’t have a degree, he took classes in high school, then a few through the nearby community college, and was good enough to get hired, then he’s been building his career since then

Appearance

Long dark brown hair (often pulled back into a bun when he’s working on something)

Steel blue eyes

Stubble (short beard)

6’0” & 200-ish lbs

Works out... nice arms & NICE legs

Has a good amount of body hair, he obviously manscapes, but it’s dark & thick

Fashion

Around his apartment, he’s often in just a t-shirt and basketball shorts (or sweatpants)

Wears a lot of jockstraps

When he’s not home, he’s in a lot of ripped jeans (black) & t-shirts (loves his denim jacket) + he always has his dark aviator sunglasses BC his eyes are sensitive

I hope that was somewhat interesting 💀💀 and that it gives you a clearer picture! Thanks for the ask <3

#asks #bucky barnes #steve rogers #stucky #you can('t) teach an old dog new tricks

[safetycar-restart]

I love the new poly!Mick/Toto. It's the MCU again! Mercedes Cinematographic Universe!!!

I love the latest photos where Mick is just sitting next to Toto, or standing behind him. I love it. Mick definitely sticks with you whenever he can, but now that Mick is getting used to his new team and the season is starting, spending so much time around Toto during the day feels like spending time with you. Toto is attentive and always makes sure Mick is comfortable.

Mick watches Lewis or George during testing over Toto's shoulder while Toto keeps asking for his opinion and listening intently. Then you approach them, signaling your arrival by placing your hand on Mick’s lower back, and it immediately puts a smile on his face. Small details are the ones that build Mick the most confidence and show his familiarity with you.

It's lunchtime, and Mick is in heaven after all this attention! You already noticed that Mick is falling into subspace, so you take it upon yourself to fill his plate for him and help him eat. Toto is sitting across from you and holding back all his urge to take the fork himself and help Mick too. He may not do it this time, but he definitely will in the future.

But if we talk about sexy times, oh boy I love talking about Mick and Toto. If you don't restrain me I'll end up talking about them all day <3

-🌻 (Mick anon)

YES YES ABSOLUTELY OH MY GOD. Also PLEASE send asks about sexy times I beg you.

Before the season officially starts, you spend a lot of time with Mick, getting to know him and helping him submit and helping him realise that he doesn't have to hide being a submissive.

He still struggles so much of course, but by the time testing rolls around he at least sees you as a safe space? He's still such a scared and uncertain sub, feeling so bad about how needy he is and maybe he hasn't even revealed that he enjoys age regressing yet? He knows he can trust you, but he's still not doing too well.

So yeah, he sticks to your side for the first while. He basically just hangs onto your arm, so much so that you have to attend meetings that you normally wouldn't just so that you can be there with Mick.

There's no real reason for you to be in the strategy and data meetings, but it makes Mick happy so you do. And no one even questions it, because if you deem is necessary to be there then they certainly aren't going to question it.

Slowly but surely, he starts to get more comfortable, and what really surprises you is how much he seems to love Toto? You would have thought that a dom like Toto would be far too intimidating and scary for Mick.

But somehow it's the opposite?

Toto seems to have this massive soft spot for him and Mick seems to somehow know that. Especially because Toto is always looking for him?

Toto takes Mick everywhere with him, wants to show him all the data and do track walks and make sure Mick is learning and feeling accepted. And Mick just thrives?

He LOVES toto's attention on him. At first you were actually considering going to Toto and telling him to tone it down a bit, because you were worried so much attention from another dom would make Mick nervous.

But no he loves it.

Mick starts to just split his time between you and Toto? He's with Toto to learn as much as he can, watching the screens over toto's shoulder and listening in on the radio and basically just being right under toto's feet.

He feels so good? And most importantly, he feels so wanted? He actually asks questions and says his opinions without fear! He knows that Toto would never berate him or be mean to him, would always hear him out.

By this point, Toto is definitely beginning to see Mick as his sub. He isn't jealous over your relationship with Mick, because he knows that Mick is so happy and loved with you and that's all he wants. But he wants to provide Mick with the same? He wants to know that Mick feels that way with him too.

And honestly, he does? It's not as intense with Toto yet, because he hasn't actually scened with Toto. But he knows Toto is safe, he knows he can go to Toto if he needs comfort.

So honestly he's having the best time as he watches the practice session over toto's shoulder. He knows he could sit down next to Toto, but that's not the same.

You see him there, and you just have to sneak up to him.

Maybe you just hug him from behind? Because you know how much he loves affection like that.

Mick knows who it is instantly, and he's so happy! Mick adores affection that like, especially outside of scenes because it just reminds him how much you care for him? He loves that you look after him outside of scenes, making him feel so nice and safe.

Toto catches movement out of the corner of his eye and smiles when he spots that you've arrived. He's happy to see you, because now he's got his dom here too!

Maybe you were originally coming to ask Mick if he wants to get lunch with you, which the obvious will be yes. But then maybe toto actually suggests you wait and get lunch with both him and Mick after free practice?

Mick smiles SO wide at his suggestion, because that sounds fucking amazing. And who are you to deny that? You'll get a happy sub and a happy team principle.

Of course Mick starts to feel very subby by the time the three of you reach the hospitality. He literally walked there between you and Toto, how could he possibly be expected to not be subby??

You don't hesitate to take mick's plate and get his food for him. He gives you the cutest little smile when he sees that, so so happy that he can be subby at lunch.

Toto sits at the head of the table, with Mick on his right and you on mick's other side. A few strategists try to join you three at the table for lunch, but Toto glares at them. He doesn't want anyone else intruding on this.

You glance at Toto for a moment when you pick up Mick's fork, worried that he might make a comment. You needn't have worried though, because Toto just smiles at you and nods encouragingly.

Toto is on cloud 9 to see that Mick feels comfortable enough to let himself slip into a subby headspace, so much so that he needs you to feed him. Of course Toto wants so bad to grab another fork and help Mick as well, but for now he's just glad Mick is happy.

Maybe later that night, Mick is kneeling for you and he softly asks if maybe you can call Toto? If maybe Toto can come join....

(Sidenote: I'm very interested in your relationship with Toto? Because I don't think it would start with Toto having romantic feelings for you, at first it's just you and him working together to dom Mick. But then you and him start to spend more time together, and he starts to really care for you?)

#d/s au #poly!mick/toto #sub!mick #ms #gn!reader #soft soft vibes #🌻

[shawnxstyles]

requests:

hello!! i love getting requests because it shows that people enjoy my writing. i’m making this list to set boundaries for myself, so i can feel comfortable with what i produce.

note: if you send a valid request that i am capable of writing, i will not post the submission until after i know i’ve completely written it, so i won’t forget about it. once i finish it, i will post the request and then post the final draft later that day (will link request to fic). hopefully, that makes sense!

basically, if the request is good, you won’t see anything about it until the day i post the story lol! if you’re really curious about it, you can send a separate message in my inbox asking (which i will post) or you can privately message me!

i write for:

-> harry styles x female!reader

-> shawn mendes x female!reader

-> tom holland x female!reader

-> mcu peter parker x female!reader

-> nathan drake x female!reader

things i will not write.

-> sub!male (switch is fine)

-> sexual assault (r🅰️pe, etc.)

-> threesomes, etc.

-> no alphas, werewolves, vampires, witches, etc. (i might do demons/angels?)

-> male character x male character

-> male character x male reader

-> foot fetish

-> piss kink

-> lactation kink

-> pet play

things i enjoy writing:

-> frat!male

-> dom!male

-> forced proximity

-> dark!male

-> enemies to lovers 😍

-> hate-sex (my favorite 😌)

-> dd/lg

-> bondage

things i haven’t written, but would if requested:

-> bdsm

-> professor!male x student!reader (18+)

-> ceo!male x assistant/co-worker!reader

-> dom/sub dynamics

-> spitting

-> degrading

-> slapping

-> temperature play

if i think of any more, i will put them on the lists. to add, this does not mean i’m shaming anybody for their requests because everyone has different preferences; these are mine.

i hope you can respect this xx

#harry styles smut #shawn mendes smut #tom holland smut #peter parker smut #nathan drake smut

[bookgeekgrrl]

My media this week (20-26 Aug 2023)

my absolute fave line in all of heartstopper, so glad they left it unaltered

📚 STUFF I READ 📚

😍 how a resurrection really feels (LiarsandThieves22) - 176K, steddie - post s4 fixit with a timeline merge - just brilliantly executed, lots of great emotional moments as well as even more laugh out loud ones. Big, big rec.

🙂 The Wedding Bait (Golden Years #1) (Adele Buck, author & narrator) - novella; cishet romance but MCs in their 50s, which was a nice change

😊 Murder at the Village Fair (Miss Underhay Mysteries #13) (Helena Dixon, author; Karen Cass, narrator) - Matt & Kitty are on a sort-of delayed honeymoon & get involved in murder in Yorkshire while visiting his aunt

😊 here there be dragons (theundiagnosable) - 66K, original hockey fic - epitome of sunshine/grumpy - POV char has extreme anxiety/anxiety-induced paranoia/anger outbursts due to fear etc - he gets better & it does end very happily but first we gotta watch him train wreck everything & suffer (to be clear, I did enjoy reading this! but it's a lot!)

🥰 Lemon Meringue Lies (Nejinee) - 111K, technically stucky modern no-powers AU but honestly such an AU that it's really more of original fic WHICH ISN'T at all bad - best friends to lovers, lots of oblivousness, pining, angst, emotional dumbassery but also a really great external setting & compelling supporting characters (who just all happen to have names/physical traits as MCU characters) [reread]

😍 if I'm gonna get back to you someday (napricot) - 46K, post Endgame fixit with "a clusterfuck of Steves" from different multiverses [reread for stucky bookclub]

😍 Golden Handcuffs (seekwill) - 70K, Good Omens human AU where they're both professors at a small Scottish university - brilliant fic, great characterizations, solid story development, absolutely loved it

💖💖 +246K of shorter fic so shout out to these I really loved 💖💖

Mandatory Fun (One-EyedBossman (desert000rose), SecretFandomStories) - MCU: stucky, 39K - Part 11 of Differently Okay Local Idiots; Bucky & Steve go suit shopping with Natasha & together navigate another bump in their road

To the Waters and the Wild (rainbow_nerds) - MCU: magical shrunkyclunks, 23K - selkie!Bucky finds Captain America frozen when he's 10 years old, but no one believes him; ~15 years later, Cap finally thaws out

To Kiss the Tender Inward of Thy Hand (circ_bamboo) - Band Sinister (KJ Charles): Ned Caulfield/George Penn, 32K - beautiful backstory of how Ned & George met

Sit (fandomfluffandfuck) - MCU: stucky, 21K, Part 1 of You Can('t) Teach An Old Dog New Tricks - modern, no powers AU - promising start to a series about older/old guard dom Steve & newbie dom Bucky

📺 STUFF I WATCHED 📺

Game Changer - s2, e1-4; s3, e5-8; s5, e9

Make Some Noise - s2, e6

Um, Actually - s8, e11

Heartstopper - s2, e1-8

Only Murders In The Building - s3, e4

Harley Quinn - s4, e7

What We Do In The Shadows - s5, e8

D20: Mentopolis - "F For Freezer" (s1, e3)

D20: Adventuring Party - "We Are Feeling Machines That Think" (s14, e3)

Much Ado About Nothing (Wyndham Theatre 2011) {Tate/Tennant version}

🎧 PODCASTS 🎧

Re: Dracula - August 20: We Shall To-night Play

Re: Dracula - August 21: Goods are Delivered

Vibe Check - A Special Conversation with Emily King

Ed Zitron's 15 Minutes In Hell - Episode 3 - Taylor Lorenz, The Washington Post

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Embracing Adventure in Fayetteville

⭐ Shedunnit Book Club - Murder-on-Sea

⭐ Switched on Pop - Wonders: "Stacy's Mom" and Adam Schlesinger

⭐ 99% Invisible #550 - Melanie Speaks

Vibe Check - Did AI Write That Song?

Re: Dracula -August 23: Ominous in His Calm

ICYMI - How to Make Millions Playing Dungeons & Dragons

⭐ The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Mysterious Sinkholes of Mt Baldy

Twenty Thousand Hertz+ - The Voice Inside

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Arthurdale

Re: Dracula - August 24: Some Terrible Shock

Strong Songs - "Soul Vaccination" by Tower of Power

Dear Prudence - My Wife Goes Braless Around Our Teenage Sons. Help!

Re: Dracula - August 25: Another Bad Night

What Next: TBD - TikTok's Shady Deal with the U.S.

Into It - Did Taylor Swift Curse Scooter Braun? And Will Fyre Fest Fool Us Twyce?

Endless Thread - PARKS! Pt. 4: Death Sea

⭐ Smart Podcast, Trashy Books - 577. Killing Folks with Deanna Raybourn

Wait Wait… Don't Tell Me! - WWDTM: Mark Ronson

🎶 MUSIC 🎶

Soft Rock Ballads

'80s Soft Pop

Relaxing '80s Rock

Unreal Unearth [Hozier] {2023}

'80s Training Montage

Tower of Power

Presenting The Doobie Brothers

Presenting Steely Dan

Presenting Electric Light Orchestra

#sunday reading recap #bookgeekgrrl's reading habits #bookgeekgrrl's soundtracks #fanfic ftw #miss underhay mysteries #much ado about nothing #heartstopper s2 #dropout tv #d20: mentopolis #d20: adventuring party #still feeling pretty mellow for the music #steely dan #the doobie brothers #electric light orchestra #tower of power #hozier #'80s music #99% invisible podcast #shedunnit podcast #smart podcast‚ trashy books #switched on pop podcast #the atlas obscura podcast #twenty thousand hertz podcast #strong songs podcast #vibe check podcast #endless thread podcast #re: dracula #into it podcast #wait wait... don't tell me! #dear prudence podcast

[fandxmslxt69]

Similarities list PART 1

A new posttttttttt.

So.

After loads of research, deep thought, and lots of reading, I've realized that some people share a lot of similarities in both fluff and smut. So here's a list that..more or less captures it all..(Also there's so many characters that can fit under this list *cough* Marc Spector *cough* but...its already very long so...we left that out)

Part two will be up..soon :)

MINORS DNI BEYOND THIS POINT

JASON TODD (DC), MINHO (TMR) and LOKI LAUFEYSON (MCU):

Teasing. Heavily. 

They will have you bEGGING AND S O B B I N G and it is the best thing ever

Having you beg is just everything, this is their bIGGEST ego boost

Assholes

Sometimes, their pleasure is more important that yours, like their high comes first then you, it's just how it is. Occasionally they just..have to come first. Top priority is themselves

Hate to say it but they like punishing you its just a thing

They can last...a while...

Positions? Everything. Anything. EVERYTHING.

Boobs. Tits. They die for. 

Dom. Top. Big spoon. Yes.

...large. so large is just-wow

-When they bottom...it's...so weird watching them coMPLETELY UNRAVEL at your sMALLEST TOUCH to the point that they are BEGGING AND CRYING AND IT IS W E I R D and if that ever does occur, you aren't allowed to talk abt it with ANYONE. Bottom/sub Jason, Minho and Loki stays between you and them and you and them ALONE

ROUGH. SO ROUGH.

AFTERCARE >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

~Praise kinks~

Such big pain kinks its a bit scary

SIZE KINKS

"I know it's a lot darling but just take what I give you, you'll be alright"

They know they're big. and you cant take them fully. do they care. no. they don't.

"You want to push me? Alright then darling, let's see how far I can push you to have you begging on your knees for me to be inside you"

They push so much

If you are too sore to have sex (over stimulation anyone-??) they WILL fuck your tits. No questions asked its going to happen

...handcuffs.

Heavy attachment to your boobs. it's like..they have to be touching them at all times. They HAVE to.

"such a little slut for me" >>>>> "my little princess"

Degrading is their go to but they do it in a waY THAT IS JUST LIKE "I HAVE ACHIEVED TOP TIER". It's degrading but it feels like praise its..fuck

DIRTY TALK. THEY OWN IT. 

If you tease them, trust me, you will not be given pleasure easily

Blowjob >>> handjob

Toys? They prefer giving you pleasure themselves then sit there and let something else do it. B U T that doesn't mean they don't use them. They do, rarely, but they do. They have them at least

They own the bedroom. Natural born leaders hello??? it ain't gonna stop-

MOUTH WORK >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

They'd literally be the perfect strippers wtf

When they take off their shirts its always this moment where you gOTTA admire them

They love it

But they are very sweet

One minute they're fucking the life out of you next its just...completely changed

Aftercare is so important to them

They are so sweet when they want to be its so adorable

They get scared they went too far

Consent kings

Favourite place to fuck is the car

DATE NIGHTS EVERY FRIDAY

Flowers. Lots of them.

Spoiling you is their favourite pass time (other than fucking you)

Bruce only allows this because you manage to keep this dumb bitch jason out of trouble

Minho has no parents but Jorge allows this relationship bc you keep this idiot in check

Frigga is absolutely in love with you and she's so happy that Loki has finally found someone

Mr. Tony Stark on the other hand (I die for IronDad he's gonna be here all the time)

He's not very happy about this, so against it but...

he can't do anything about it so...sucks for Tony

So cheesy its awful

Cocky assholes

They are SO HORNY

I MEAN LIKE SO HORNY

ALL THE TIME

And lets not forget jason is a...dangerous and complicated man, tick him off and you are DONE FOR

Also villains. Oh jesus lord he will lost his MIND if anyone were to even try and come near you

Bruce literally had to drug him to keep him from tearing the world apart

There will be blood in that case

Bruce doesnt try to stop it

Constant worrying about you

Minho and WICKED. OH BOY

They took you? Oh fuck

No sleeping. Constant yelling. Very aggressive

Can and will tear the entire scorch apart to find you

Jorge had to knock him out to stop him from storming WICKED head first and solo

Loki...and villains...oh my god don't even get me sTARTED

He will literally tear the entire world apart

Always on edge

9/10 yelling at Tony for not finding you yet

He disappears for hours at a time??? just out looking for you, mental breakdown yknow that stuff

It's so depressing

After one point he just...stops caring. like just shuts down

He will kill everyone and anyone who tried to hurt you

It's....so scary????? But so fucking hot ohmygod

They walk you home ALL THE TIME

POSSESSIVEEEEEEEEE

It's not like jealous

Like if you flirt with someone else or someone flirts with you

There is no jealousy

They become possessive

Its not like "ew get him away from you"

It's more of "You have the audacity to even lOOK at someone else? Oh baby are you in trouble"

It's amazing

They love seeing you squirm

Sparring session that usually end in adrenaline induced sex

~~~~~~~~~

-Clem (and a bit of Atlas)

#jason todd #minho maze runner #jason todd smut #batkids #loki laufeyson smut #loki smut #loki laufeyson #tmr minho

[ao3feed-lokitony]

Embrace The Feeling

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/D5ZsLTl

by BurdenedWithPointlessPurpose

Having been in a less than formal relationship with Anthony for quite some time, Loki is confident in their dynamics. It’s why he knows, no matter what he manages to come up with, his little sveinn can handle it. Proven time and time and time again as he pushes him to his limits.

Words: 1248, Chapters: 1/3, Language: English

Series: Part 3 of AgePlay May 2023

Fandoms: Thor (Movies), Thor (Comics), Iron Man (Movies), Iron Man (Comics), Marvel, Marvel Cinematic Universe

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Loki (Marvel), Tony Stark

Relationships: Loki/Tony Stark

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Don't Ask When or Where, Post-Avengers (2012), Maybe If I Want To Indulge the MCU Fans More Directly, POV Loki (Marvel), Secret Relationship, Established Relationship, Enemies With Benefits, Enemies to Lovers, Possessive Loki (Marvel), Shameless Smut, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Age Play, Age Play Little Tony Stark, Age Play Caregiver Loki (Marvel), Hand Jobs, Semi-Public Sex, Light BDSM, Dom/sub, Forced Orgasm, Sex Magic, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Bisexual Tony Stark, Pansexual Loki (Marvel), Loki Does What Loki Wants (Marvel), Jotunn Loki (Marvel), Dom Loki (Marvel), Sub Tony Stark, BAMF Loki (Marvel), Loki is a Tease (Marvel), Sex Swing, Dark Tony Stark, Turns To Loki, come to the dark side we have cookies, Power Dynamics, Cute Tony Stark, Falling In Love, Cute Ending

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[jechristine]

Speaking of anti-intellectualism, how do you feel about Tom’s relationship with it? His father bragged about none of his sons attending university, and Tom seems to share that attitude. I remember him and his dad making fun of the “artsy” questions journalists ask in TDATT. I’m not saying actors should be bright, I just don’t know how I feel about such a famous actor possibly becoming a symbol of mindless entertainment. People already see him as a corporate symbol.

I’ll start by saying that I think Tom Holland is more than a very good actor: the way that he seems to have woven himself into the fabric of the whole filmmaking process from stunts to script is truly impressive. I think he’s dedicated to his craft and that he is an open-minded, hands-on learner. I think he seeks out new challenges, too. He’s bright in those ways.

That said, Tom has never done anything publically, at least, that has suggested to me that he’s truly intellectually curious. I’ve wanted for a while to write about his response to Martin Scorsese’s critique of superhero movies but I haven’t gotten to it. The response wasn’t great because Tom didn’t really respond to Scorsese’s critique, probably because he didn’t care to understand it. I don’t love the mocking of “artsiness,” which smacks of ressentiment, although iirc I think the emphasis of the Hollands’ joke was self-deprecation. Universities are a need for a healthy society, so I don’t think they should be derided. I think they should be cost-free (government-funded), and any utopia that I imagine includes every grown-up having the capacity to attend. I didn’t hear Dom bragging about none of his sons attending, but if he did that sucks. Does Tom share that attitude? I know he’s joked about cheating on assignments and tests 😔

And all of that said, I still don’t think Tom really deserves to be the symbol for corporate cinema and mindless entertainment, and, even if he is atm, I don’t think he will for very long—as soon as TCR premieres and we’re into this indie era that he’s been teasing. He’s just young and he first established himself on the international stage as the MCU darling. But his reputation and image will round out as the years pass.

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T & W for the fandom ask? :)

Thanks for asking! :D

T - Do you have any hard and fast headcanons that you will die defending, about anything at all (gender identity, sexual or romantic orientation, extended family, sexual preferences like top/bottom/switch, relationship with poetry, seriously anything) I am sure I do but whenever I get a question like this, my brain wonders if it has ever come up with a single idea ever regarding my fave characters/ships. IDK if I would die defending it but here's a couple for Smallville:

Clark realized he was in love with Lois/she was the one in 9.15 'Pandora' when she asked if he meant it when he said they'll be together always & forever. His face had this 'oh' thing before he said he did.

Oliver, Lois, and Clark are all bi. Okay, Tess too. Maybe especially Tess.

Lois developed feelings for Clark by the end of s7 and buried it down, but couldn't anymore when they were working together all the time

W - 5 favorite ships and 5 kinks you like best for said ships

Is it 5 for each? I'm not super exciting (and tragically can't write smut, which is even sadder when I'm the primary writer for one of these ships) but I'll try though I am going to only stick to a couple because I'm too lazy to think

Clark/Lois (Smallville) - roleplay (she does has a lot of costumes), semi exhibition, edging, manhandling

Clark/Oliver (Smallville) - competence, power play, dirty talk, bites/bruises/marking (Clark is torn between being mortified and finding it hot, Oliver likes it and uses it to taunt Clark when they're in public)

Rory/Jess (Gilmore Girls) - being bossed around/obedience (because Jess definitely likes it when she tells him what to do), teasing/slight dirty talk

Bucky/Sam (MCU) - metal arm play, handcuffs

Diana/Steve (DCEU) - bondage (with her lasso), fem!dom, playfulness (does it count?)

#clarkcvnt #meme answers #answered asks

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#5

When You Play With Fire || Part Two

Summary: When Loki thinks he's upset you with his attempt at payback at Scott's birthday, he isn't long following you back home to make amends. Little does he know what's waiting in store for him.

Genre: Smut

Sub!Loki x Dom!f!reader

Word Count: 3.9k

Author's Note: Ok pals this is my very first time writing Loki as submissive so go easy on me.

Part One Loki Masterlist

Half-melted ice cubes clinked in your glass, the clear liquid it held swirling around with every lazy twist of your hand. It’s almost empty, something Loki had set off ten minutes ago to remedy. At first, you had thought the queue for the bar was what was holding him up. Tony had invited practically all of SHIELD and Stark Industries tonight, along with whoever Scott had invited along. With this many people a heaving bar was to be expected. 

From your vantage point across the way, reclined leisurely in one of the deep leather chairs, you could see that it wasn’t a mass of people vying for the bartender's attention that was keeping Loki from you. Instead, it was a dark-haired employee of Tony’s, Research and Development Division if you recognised the face properly. Loki looked to be engrossed in conversation, his eyes lit up and a laugh escaping him that was so clearly fake it made you snort into the remnants of your drink. You knew what he was doing. You knew he was playing with you, his own version of payback for how you’d spent the night teasing him.

Evidently, edging you and ruining your orgasm in the stairwell wasn’t enough for him, though you could still feel the unrelenting ache between your legs two hours later. 

Draining your glass, you watched as Loki placed his hand on the arm of the man beside him, his eyes darting to where you sat for the fifth time in as many seconds to make sure you were watching, to make sure you could see his flimsy attempt at making you jealous. You kept your face neutral, giving away nothing, but you could read the boredom easily on his, along with the bewilderment on the face of the man he was pretending to flirt with. You continued to watch them both, quietly amused, until the quiet click of heels pulled your attention from the bar. 

“Does he need rescued?” Natasha asked, taking the chair across from you and crossing one elegant leg over the other, her eyes on Loki’s latest game. 

“He’s safe,” you assured her. “This is my payback for tonight. Or part of it, at least,” you added on. From the corner of your vision you could see Loki’s flirtatious look change to one of annoyance that your attention was no longer focused on him. You had to bite back a laugh. 

“Do I want to know what the other part was?” Natasha asked, one eyebrow raised in question. 

“No,” you replied quickly, laughing as you did. “You absolutely do not.” 

Natasha continued glancing between Loki stood at the bar and you sat across from her, your expression seemingly giving nothing away. “Is it working at least?” She asked eventually. “Are you filled with unbridled jealousy? Should I hold you back from making a scene?” 

You answered with another snort of laughter, sitting your empty glass on the table between you both. “Not in the slightest, but he doesn’t know that,” you told her conspiratorially. When Loki glanced your way again, you made sure your expression was murderous. “When he comes over, and he will, tell him I’ve gone back to the compound and that I’m seething with rage.” You winked and gathered your things from where they were scattered around you. 

Natasha gave a resigned sigh and sank back against the leather cushions of her chair. “Remind me to never again get involved in your sex life.” 

oOo

You knew Loki would be hot on your heels, particularly if he believed he really had upset you, but you didn’t rush. Leisurely, you switched your cocktail dress for the emerald green lingerie set he was especially fond of, complete with the sheer black stockings that were his kryptonite. You touched up your lipstick, dabbed his favourite perfume at your pulse points, and settled in to wait. 

Barely five minutes had passed when you heard the steady echo of Loki’s footsteps down the hallway. 

You straightened in your seat, wanting to ensure he had the perfect view of his favourite lingerie as soon as he opened the door. The closer his footsteps got the more you positively vibrated with nervous anticipation. He had no idea that you were lying in wait, ready to turn the tables in a way that he would never predict. 

Loki’s footsteps came to a halt outside the door and you watched as it swung soundlessly open. For the briefest of seconds, the space of a heartbeat, you saw the quiet concern etched on his face, the guilt that he had maybe pushed things too far this time, but it was swiftly replaced with a satisfied smirk as he took you in. There was a beat of silence while his eyes roamed over you, taking in everything from the stockings he adored to the gold L that was still displayed proudly on your chest. 

“Simmering with rage, are you?” He asked, taking a few small steps into the room. 

Still seated, you gave him a careless shrug of your shoulders. “I had to make sure you followed me.” 

Loki’s smirk grew as he came to a stop a few feet in front of you. “Well, my darling, if this is what comes of making you jealous then I may have to do it more often,” he goaded. 

Releasing a small puff of air, you rolled your eyes. “A pitiful attempt, really. I’d give it maybe a six out of ten, but only because he was very handsome.” You replied, standing to cross the room and meet him, a jolt of satisfaction coursing through you when his eyes jumped to the lacy tops of your stockings and he swallowed. “Although, when I tried to make you jealous, I ended up pressed against the wall of the stairwell,” you said slowly, the ache between your legs returning at the memory of how he’d used you and left you wanting. 

“Mmm, well, I did warn you what would happen.” He purred, settling his hands on the curve of your waist and toying with the silky material of your garter belt. 

You pressed tight against him, lazily running your hands over his chest and beginning to undo his tie. You felt his heartbeat begin to speed up against your hands. “Maybe I should return the favour, hmm? Tie you to that bed and edge you senseless until you can’t even remember your own name, until you’re begging me for mercy? Would you like that?” You taunted him, pulling his tie from under his collar in one swift movement. You kept your gaze trained on him, seeing the exact moment his pupils dilated and a faint blush rose to his cheeks. You smiled wickedly at him. “You would, wouldn’t you? You want to be my obedient little prince, don’t you?”

His fingers dug into your waist and you caught the slight hitch of his breath, all while his cock continued to grow hard against your stomach. “I do not…you…” He tried to speak, giving up and swallowing thickly, his cheeks growing steadily pinker.

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607 notes - Posted April 20, 2022

#4

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞: 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃

𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬/𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭

𝐅𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐅𝐢𝐜𝐬

𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐥𝐲 𝐅𝐢𝐜 𝐑𝐞𝐜𝐬

𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐓𝐢𝐤𝐓𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬

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#3

Back In Your Arms

Summary: Loki arrives back at the compound, and back in your arms, after the battle with Thanos.

Genre: Starts angsty but the happiest, fluffiest ending

Word count: 2.8k

Loki x f!reader

Loki Masterlist

Authors note: Ok this was originally intended as a drabble and it sort of just kept going? So it's a little less developed, a little more short and snappy, than a fic would be, so...enjoy I guess? Basically giving a middle finger to IW and everything turns out peachy.

You had almost grown used to the coldness of the bed you had shared with him.

Each morning brought the same five seconds of peace when you first opened your eyes. The five seconds when you still drifted between sleep and awake, believing that you would roll over into Loki’s arms, feel his drowsy kiss to your forehead and slip back to sleep in his warm embrace.

Each morning you would roll over to see the empty pillow that had stopped smelling of him, feel the coldness of the sheets and remember that he wasn’t sleeping peacefully beside you, he hadn’t been for so long that you were beginning to forget how it felt to wake up in his arms, and you had no idea if you ever would again.

It had been five months, or was it six?, since he had left with Thor to save Asgard from a sister neither of them had known existed. A sister who, according to Thor, was intent on shrouding Asgard in darkness and making the people pay for the wrongs of their father. It had been spring when they left - the daffodils had been in bloom - but winter had quickly seeped in, taking the colour from the world and the hope from your heart. Loki had walked out the door with a kiss and a promise that he would send word to you as soon as Hela had been vanquished and they were returning to New York.

It had been the last time you had heard from him.

Patiently, you had waited. Your heart was constantly in your throat, your stomach constantly in a state of nervous anticipation. For the first three weeks after they had left, you woke with certainty in your soul that this would be the day, the day he would keep his promise and return home.

Each day that continued to pass in silence was like a well-aimed dagger through your heart, each hour of not knowing a strategic twist.

When one month had passed, Tony had pulled you aside one rainy afternoon and told you, against Fury’s direct orders, that there had been some sort of explosion in space.

You weren’t stupid; you knew what Tony was trying to say, but you refused to accept it. Loki wasn’t dead, you would feel it in your very soul if he was dead. He was still out there somewhere in the universe, his heart was still beating, and he was moving heaven and earth to get back to you.

“I will look for you until the last star falls out of the sky,” he had promised.

He had yet to break a promise to you.

For months afterwards you combed the internet, reading anything and everything about astrophysics, Norse mythology, quantum physics, anything that would put you on the right path, the path to Loki. In utter desperation, you had eventually Googled Jane Foster with the intention of somehow reaching out to her and begging her for help, even if things hadn’t ended on the best of terms between her and Thor. She was smart, frighteningly smart, and likely your best chance at finding Loki.

Your search consumed you, everything else taking second priority while you painstakingly searched for the love of your life. The others tried to intervene, tried desperately to make you see sense, to accept that Loki was gone, but you persisted. Everything inside you screamed that he was still alive and that something unexpected had happened that was preventing him from returning as planned. You refused to give up like you knew Loki would refuse to give up on you.

On the fourth day of attempting to type an email to Jane Foster, Tony had slipped quietly into your room, startling you so badly that you almost leapt out of your chair.

“In my defence, I did knock.” He said quickly, coming towards you with palms raised.

Feeling stupid, you relaxed your shoulders and slightly lowered the lid of your laptop. You didn’t need Tony knowing what latest rabbit hole you were heading down. “Sorry,” you muttered, rubbing your fingers over stinging eyes. “I was miles away.”

“Mmm, literally it seems.” He replied, nodding to the photos of space and stars that littered your desk in piles. He dragged the small stool from your vanity across the floor to sit in front of you, making your heartache with a memory of Loki sitting in the very same spot with you sat between his legs as he combed out your hair, a favourite gesture when he was feeling particularly romantic. You swallowed the lump that quickly formed in your throat.

“How you holding up?” Tony asked kindly.

You took a deep breath in, trying to quell the storm and onset of tears that question always threatened to provoke. You wanted to lie, wanted to say you were completely fine so as to ease the burden of worry that was no doubt on his shoulders because of you, but it was Tony. He could read you almost as well as Loki could. “I miss him,” you settled on, the dagger in your heart twisting at the mere thought of Loki.

In front of you, Tony nodded. “Good,” he said simply. Instantly, your eyes shot to him, temper rapidly beginning to flare and angry words beginning to take aim in your throat. But then he kept talking. “Because I’ve heard from Fury that a ship called The Statesman is inbound for the compound in 12 hours with Point Break at the helm,” his eyes twinkled at you. “And at his side, his trusty co-pilot Reindeer Games.”

Mutely, you stared at him, mouth moving but no sound coming out. Suddenly, everything felt lighter. It was as though someone had injected colour back into your world, pulled back the curtains on an endless dark night. All the waiting was over.

“He’s coming home?” You asked in a small voice, a silent tear spilling down your cheek. You let it fall.

Tony smiled gently at you, his hand reaching out to rest on your shoulder. “He’s coming home, kid.”

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#2

Moments of Magic

Summary: You bring Loki two gifts to mark his birthday. One a magical object and the other your heart.

Loki x fem!witch!reader

Genre: Fluff

“Welcome home,” Jarvis said as the elevator doors opened with a distinctive whoosh to the communal floor of the compound.

The familiar quiet hum of the place greeted you like an old friend. Unlike your little flat in Manhattan there was always movement in the compound, always some degree of active energy that acted as a comforting reassurance that you weren’t alone. While you loved the peaceful solitude your flat provided when you needed a timeout from being one of earth’s mightiest heroes, you always gravitated back to the compound and the familiar presence of those who occupied it.

Carefully setting down your bags to the side, but keeping hold of the small one dangling from your wrist, you strained your ears for any sound to indicate who, if anyone, was here with you.

“Jarvis, who’s here?” You asked Tony’s assistant, walking deeper into the communal floor and searching for any sign of life.

“I have detected four other persons within the compound, miss. Mr Odinson is in the kitchen, Mr Laufeyson is in his bedroom, and Ms Romanoff and Dr Banner are in the lab.” Jarvis replied in seconds, your heart giving an involuntary skip hearing that Loki was here.

“Thanks, Jarvis.” You replied, setting off with determination towards the kitchen.

As you got closer you could hear the sound of a woman's voice, followed by Thor’s very angry “I am beating it”, which was a tad alarming. Just who was he with and what was he beating? You slowed your footsteps as you approached, peeking around the wall to the kitchen and immediately fighting to contain your laughter.

There was Thor standing at the huge kitchen island with a mixing bowl in one hand and a whisk in the other, his attention laser focused on the small screen in front of him as he followed along with the instructions. All around him sat various jars and baking implements, and a thin coating of flour covered most of the island surface. You had seen Thor try his hand at almost anything, but baking wasn’t something you had thought the God of Thunder would be caught doing.

His concentration on what he was doing was absolute, his gaze never once wavering from the screen as he used his hands to knead the dough. He hadn’t even noticed you peeking around the corner, so you made the small jar of cinnamon to his right float until it was at eye level and let it hover. His attention was so focused on what he was doing that it took him a few seconds to notice the little jar hovering to his right. He jumped just a fraction, but merely pushed it gently back down to the countertop. You waited a few moments, just long enough to ensure he wasn’t thinking about it, and made it levitate again. This time whacking the little jar gently against his temple.

His reaction was immediate. “Loki, enough!” He bellowed, hands spraying pieces of dough over the kitchen floor as they emerged from the bowl to swat away the offending object.

You bit back a laugh as the jar returned to the surface, watching Thor continue to look left and right expecting to see his brother emerge from some hidden corner. You waited longer for the finale, waited until he had decided there was no further threat and his attention was again focused solely on his baking expedition, and made the jar rise up again. This time he saw it and reached to slap it back down but you were too quick. Up and up you made it rise until it was just within his reach hovering over his head, and when he looked up you let it fall right on his head.

“Loki, come out here!” Thor roared again, his hand rubbing the spot where the jar had hit him, though you doubted he had even felt it.

You couldn’t stay hidden any longer, the sheer effort of trying to hold in your laughter was too much. You were practically falling out of your hiding place.

“Oh, Thor, I’m sorry!” You managed to apologise between laughs. His expression immediately changed from mild annoyance at Loki to a beaming smile when he saw it had been you playing tricks on him again.

He gleefully called your name and pulled you into his trademark bear hug, not caring that his hands were covered in dough or that he was in real danger of shattering your ribs.

“My brother is having a bad influence on you!” He said good naturedly. “But you are much easier to forgive, my friend.” He released you from his crushing embrace. “What are you doing here? Has Stark sent you on a mission? Do you need me to come along?” His tone immediately turned serious thinking you were being sent out to danger.

“Nothing like that, it’s ok!” You assured him and held up the small bag in your hand. “I brought Loki something. For his birthday,“ you said, which made something click. “Is that why you’re baking? Aw, Thor, you big softie! You’re baking something for Loki!” You crooned.

Thor threw his head back and erupted in laughter. “You mortals and your obsession with marking birthdays! Loki and I have had thousands of them. We do not need to mark them every year.” He said, leaning his weight back against the kitchen island.

“Then what’s with all this?” You gestured to the mess behind him. “A new hobby? You’ve spent too long on Earth and have finally cracked? You’re trying to kill Tony by death by cupcake?” You posed the questions, making yourself laugh in the process.

“Death by cupcake I had not considered that,” he replied thoughtfully, sounding dangerously like he was filing it away for future reference. “No, my friend, I have a bet with Wanda! She said she was sure even a god of royal blood couldn’t match her baking skills, so here we are!” He threw his arms out wide to indicate the kitchen. “But,” he added conspiratorially, “I’ve added a few Asgardian ingredients to your Midgardian instructions, but you know nothing about that.” He winked.

“It sounds like Loki is having a bad influence on you,” You retorted, but with a smile so he knew you were teasing.

Thor shrugged. “Perhaps, but I never lose a bet.”

“Only because you resort to devious, underhand tactics.” You continued teasing him as you placed the little bag with Loki’s gift on the table.

“Those are big words for someone who has magic on her side in battle,” Thor threw back expertly.

You let out a mock offended gasp. “I only use my magic for pure, unselfish reasons, Odinson!” You quipped back, to which Thor gave a knowing tilt of his head. “Most of the time,” you added quickly. You had just attacked him with a jar of cinnamon.

Thor let out another laugh. “I jest, my lady, have no fear! We would not be the Avengers without you.” He added kindly and moved to begin cleaning up his mess.

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1,080 notes - Posted January 26, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

14 Hours to Cape Town

Summary: When the rest of the Avengers are sent on a mission to Cape Town, you're forced to stay behind to recover from a previous mission while Loki isn't trusted enough to go along. How will you cope being made to stay in the compound with the man you're in love with when he seemingly wants nothing to do with you?

Loki x f!reader

Genre: Smut, smut without plot

Word count: 4.7k

18+ - Minors do not interact

AN: Ok, y'all, when I say this has no plot it really has no plot. I just really wanted to write some filth. Enjoy!

The coffee cup sat nestled in your hand, the comforting warmth of the liquid seeping through the ceramic and into your skin as the conference room warmed up around you. The mission briefing sat open in front of you, but you had yet to read a single word it said. Nervous energy was streaming through you, making you unable to focus on even the simple task of reading a five page briefing, and the only way you could channel it without being obvious was tapping your finger furiously against your coffee.

It wasn’t as though Loki was doing anything particularly menacing at the other side of the table or going out of his way to make you feel uncomfortable, as far as you could tell from your stolen glances he was simply reading his own briefing, but you had never been alone with him before. Or, more accurately, you had never been alone with him since That Day.

You weren’t scared of Loki, and nor did you dislike him like so many of the others seemed to. It would be so much easier if you could make yourself dislike him, but, no matter what, your heart still fluttered each and every time you caught sight of him. You had been drawn to him ever since he had arrived in the compound, something about him hooking itself into your heart and refusing to let go. He was witty, incredibly so, and he shared your own penchant for dry sarcasm that often flew over the heads of the others. It hadn’t taken you long to fall for him and all too quickly he became the main subject of your dreams and daydreams.

But then he had turned you down.

What exactly you had been thinking, you weren’t sure. Maybe your newfound confidence from becoming an Avenger had gone to your head, or maybe your loneliness was making you reckless, but when he had noticed your subtle advances towards him he had flatly, and almost cruelly, shut down the idea of anything ever happening between you both.

The mortification had been so great you hadn’t been able to show yourself in the communal areas for a week, and still you made every effort not to be in a room where he was. Despite his rejection, your heart still ached for him, but you had resigned to loving him in secret and it hurt like hell.

As you both sat in silence waiting for the others to arrive, you knew the chances of him saying anything to you were low, he had likely forgotten the whole episode, but still you couldn’t relax. Like a teenager experiencing their first crush you were hyper-aware of his presence, ears tuned to every tiny movement he made at the other side of the table. You felt incredibly stupid as you both sat there not uttering a word to the other. Loki had barely glanced at you since you sat down, hadn’t said a word since the tight “hello” he gave you when you greeted him, but still you pined after him. You desperately wanted him to look at you, to smile at you, to give you any tiny morsel that could fuel your misguided fantasy that maybe, just maybe, he did feel the same way about you.

You stole another glance from the corner of your eye. Loki was still concentrated fully on the brief in front of him, seemingly oblivious to you even being sat at the table. Your hopeful little heart plummeted to your stomach. You really were nothing to him.

Swallowing the hurt, you chided yourself for even getting your hopes up when he had made his feelings, or lack of them, crystal clear. Pulling your gaze from him you forced your attention back to the brief, trying to at least get the gist of the mission before Steve arrived to take charge. The mission itself didn’t phase you - fighting a bunch of rogue Chitauri that had somehow been enhanced by HYDRA - but what did phase you was where HYDRA had stationed them.

South Africa.

You fought the groan that was growing in your throat, fought to keep your expression neutral and unbothered lest Loki make some remark. Cape Town was 14 hours from New York, maybe less than that on the Quinjet, but it was still going to mean hours stuck in torturous close proximity to Loki. A one-hour mission briefing you could get through, but a 14-hour flight? It was beginning to feel as though the universe was mocking you.

Before you had the chance to flick through the remainder of the briefing, Natasha pushed open the door to the conference room, coffee in hand and looking as though she had already been up for at least five hours. Relief surged through you at finally having someone to break the awful silence in the room.

Her eyes flicked between you and Loki, an amused smile tugging at her lips. “Wow, I’ve been to livelier wakes.” She quipped, taking her seat next to you. You gave her a look as if to say “don’t even” and she shrugged. “Oooh, South Africa this time. Look at us branching out.” She said, nodding at your open briefing. “Feels as though we only just left Europe.”

“Some of us barely did,” you replied. You’d spent three weeks in the medical wing of the compound after the last mission, one of them spent completely unconscious.

Natasha gave you an affectionate nudge with her shoulder. “You still kicked ass, even if you did end up getting yours handed to you.”

You rolled your eyes but gave an appreciative smile. “Thanks, Nat,” you said quietly.

You both continued to chat about the mission, exchanging tactics and tips. You hadn’t been an Avenger when the Chitauri had invaded New York, so any piece of advice Natasha had to give was warmly welcomed. Across the table, though, Loki still remained silent, and you hated yourself for even noticing. What exactly would he need to do in order for you to put your silly little fantasy of living happily ever after with him to rest?

You were thankful when the rest of the group began to slowly trickle in. Some, like you and Natasha, nursing their own coffee and slowly beginning to come alive; others looking as though they wanted to murder Steve in his sleep for having them awake at the crack ass of dawn. You took a refill from the large cafetiere Wanda had brought in as Steve began the briefing, only half listening as he went over the same protocols and safety measures that you heard before every mission. You almost drifted off listening to the monologue that you were sure you could recite by heart, but his last order had you jerking rudely back to reality, certain that you had picked him up wrong.

“Wait, what?” You asked Steve with a small, disbelieving laugh. “You’re joking, right?”

Steve gave you his trademark stern stare. “I spoke with your doctors. They agreed you’re not strong enough yet for a mission of this magnitude. I’m sorry, but you’re staying here.”

Words refused to form on your tongue. You were angry. Upset. Humiliated. “Come on, Steve, I’m fine!” You looked helplessly to Tony, eyes silently begging him to have your back like he always did. “Tony, tell him, please!”

Tony was quiet for a second, refusing to meet your eyes, and your shoulders sagged. “Look, kid, I’m sorry, but I agree with Rogers. You’re still recovering from Europe and this is a big mission.” He said softly but firmly, finally meeting your gaze.

Instantly, you felt heat rise to your cheeks. “So you think I’m a liability?”

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