Morning Routine [nsfw]

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Otto X Reader One Shots

Christmas with Ottos

Sunshine

MSM Otto x Reader Dating HC

Touch Starved Reader x Octavius’s

Strange Love

Even Then

Somethings Never Change…….Right?

What Would I Do Without You

Two Adorable DorksUwU

Kitten Part 1

Kitten Part 2

Otto’s x People Pleaser Reader

Feels So Right Part 1

Feels So right Part 2

Feels So Right Part 3*

Yandere Otto Raimi

Pest 

Something Special

TSSM Otto X Sad Reader

TSSM Otto x Cyborg Reader

I Can Explain

How To Care For A Marshmallow*

RAIMI Otto Octavius x Symbiote Reader

I Can Do Better

Little Flower

Otto Being A Bottom*

Otto Being A Dom*

Sparkle

I Guess Your Okay

Otto Eatting You Out*

No Ones Watching*

Long Days*

USM Doc Ock x Reader

It’s Alright

Pratically Married

Yandere USM

Bad Batch

Indivisual Head Cannon’s

Asking The Batch To Be Your Valentine

First Kiss

Wrecker

Shhhh

Rescue

Mando

No Pets Allowed

Don’t Go

Rottmnt

Raph

Big Softy

ROTTMNT Raph X reader HC

Bowser X Reader

Bowser X Artsy Reader

Miguel O’hara x Reader

Accidents Happen

Somebody’s Jealous

I’ve Got You

RELAX

I’m Not Cute

Sweetness*

For Your Own Good

Sleepy Time

Cold Nights

Christmas With Miguel

Little One

My Star

All I Need

Little One 2

You Are More

Misunderstanding

Best Dad

Repay*

Ao no Exorcist | Amaimon as a Hamster

𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝?

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: true form!sukuna, monster fucking with alpha!sukuna, A/B/O (meaning alpha, mega, and beta) no alpha and mega title used, daddy/mama, praise/teasing/mocking/praising degradation, biting, knotting, werewolf venom makes their mate go into heat to keep up like in the fic mine with werewolf toji, fucking on fur bedding, you said clan and for some reason my brain went wood bedframes and fur blankets no technology, we get candles for light, they have fangs venom and claws with sukuna have his true form extraness, double pentration, overstimulation, dacryphilia, biting, blood, pain kink, light size kink, toji is praising you while fucking you like he hates you, choking, full nelson, sukuna calls you pet twice, mind break, cream pie, fucking their cum into you. belly bulge from the amount of cum, forced orgasm, squirting

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧: Requesting for clan leader! Gojo 😔🙏 gotta have that breeding kink in their somewhere!! Mans whole clan is asking for an heir right after you get married. In my mind Geto is still alive and kicking and has his own family. Gojo gets a terrible case of FOMO and ends up wanting a whole litter of kids for himself. goin at it like rabbits for DAYS.

Oreo: not this being in the drafts since September! im sorry anon! This was also giving me werewolf vibes with the word clan so one think lead to another. it gave me the chance to write the reader belly bulging with sukuna's cum so im excited about that

𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮

Slapping your sloppy cunt, stuffing his thick warm cum in with two fingers he bit the claws off on. Whining, twisting your hips away. Smirking down at you, crooning “Where ya going mama thought you wanted to make me a daddy?” Pulling you into place by your hips.

You want Satoru’s fingers, cock, tongue, and cum filling you up. “I do wanna make you a daddy but you're too much. Can't keep cumming, but I wanna at the same time." Hooking your leg around his waist pulling him in.

His eyes momentarily widen. Ordering in a needy plead, “Call me daddy again mama.” Sliding your hand over his broad shoulders, down his thick pecs and abs. Over countless thin and thick scars ranging from pink to white in color.

“Daddy please lemme feel you!” Sliding your hand down his hard abs, biting you lip when he purposefully flexes. Grabbing your thighs pinning you in a firm mating press. Following the short wispy whine happy trail down to his beautiful long cock.

Lining his pale cock head up with your soft lip. Stroking yourself with his cock, circling your soft clit. He's so warm, soft yet hard. His breathy moan gets you off. “But you are feeling me, what more can my mama need?” Dipping his head, sinking his sharp fangs into your tit.

Moaning, he's intoxicating, sweet, warm, and pleasurable like having him massaging your sweet spot with his fingers. Your body is getting hotter. Thick slick drips down, your cunt aching with an insatiable need for Satoru.

Flicking your soft nipple with his warm tongue. Sucking, sinking his fangs in deeper when you cry. Shifting your hips trying to slip him in, whining when Satoru pulls back. Whipping the blood from his lips with his thumb.

"What does my mama need?" Nudging your sensitive cunt with his cock, spreading his hand on your stomach pinning you still. Gliding his cock up your clit refusing to touch your clit.

Admiring how your cunt split to take his pale pink cock head. Pleading with him, "Please give me more than the tip! I need you to knot me, keep your cum deep inside my sensitive cunt, please!" Slowly giving you his head head, letting the soft ridge vanish before gliding out. Lightly tugging on your cunt.

"You sure you need more than just the tip?" Nudging in his head, leaving it there, pressing down harder when you squirm. "You said I'm too much mama, you sure ya need me to knot n’ cum in ya?"

𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢

"Fuckin finally I can stuff ya full of cum again." Bending you over on the soft pile of blankets. Pulling your ass in the air, squeezing when you wiggle, piercing your skin with his sharp claws. Blood trickles down trickles down your hip. Thick cum drips down your thighs.

The pain is sweet mixing with mind-numbing pleasure. It's impossible to think, you can barely process Toji grunting, “I've been wanting to breed your sweet tight cunt for months. Ya gonna be so beautiful with your tits and belly swelling mama." Gliding his softening knot out tugging on your tight cunt, his cock is harder than before.

Despite stuffing your cunt full of cum three times. Toji is getting hornier, fucking your limp body harder. Testing your limits seeing how much you can take before you break.

Stepping on your head, roughly fucking his thick cock into you. Trembling, your sensitive cunt is gushing on his cock. How can still cum after the fifth you couldn't think to count.

The thick blankets muffle your moans, “Such a messy lil cunt she’s a beautiful lil super soaker. Gonna make you cream on my cock till my knot won’t swell up anymore.” You would be convinced he hates you with the merciless way he's fucking his fat veiny cock into you. If not for Toji's words and the fresh bite on your neck.

Bent over, back arched, legs spread with your cunt stuff his heavy balls slap your clit. His swelling knot catching on your tight sensitive cunt. "Fuck mama squeeze my fat cock with your tight sloppy wet cunt. Nnn I've always thought about how hot of a milf you'd make."

Slapping your ass, squeezing your cheek. Fucking you harder, the fur blanket muffling your cries. "Your beautiful little cunt is always so tight when you're in heat." Moving his foot, your body lurches forward from the strength of thrusts. "Fuck you're so damn perfect mama takin' my cock like a slut." Grabbing your hair, yanking your back.

Your back hits his hard chest. Wrapping his hand around your neck, standing up, your legs dangle, held by your hair, neck, and his thick cock balls deep in you. "Please Daddy please daddy please!" Squeezing his thick veiny cock, he's filling you up perfectly, stroking your sweet spot.

"Since that's all my stupid little whore can moan, you don't need to breathe right? I can fuck your cunt into a gapping broken cum stuffed mess with my hands crushing your neck, right?" Grabbing your thighs, propping your calf over his thick forearm. Pinning you to his chest in a full nelson.

Squeezing your throat, groaning, "Ya gonna be a beautiful mama, gonna suck on your tits when they drip milk. Make sure they don't get too full like your pussy is 'bout to be." His swelling knot tugs on your soaking wet cunt.

𝐒𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚

Gliding his thick, veiny tattooed cocks out. "It's starting to trickle out the sides." Pushing on your bulging stomach, thick cum gushing from your sore, gaping cunt. Sukuna croons, "Don't pass out on me yet pet I'm having fun playing with you." His stomach's tongue relentlessly stroking your sensitive clit. Keeping you in an intoxicating mind numb pleasurable high, boarding on almost painful.

Lining his cock up, rolling his hips, arching your back, twisting your hips away from his slow deep thrusts. "Please don't stop!" Tears roll down your cheek when he pulls your hips back into place. Lifting you off the bed, slamming you down on his thick cocks.

The tip of his sharp claws digging into your skin shouldn't feel so good.

Taunting you, "Poor little pet can't even handle me n' you're cryin' for more! Keep fighting to stay awake mama. I need ya to keep taking my cocks till they get soft." Using your hips to guide your hot tight, squelching cunt on his thick cocks. Your cunt clenches, it feels too good to be senselessly fucked into a mindless mess by Sukuna.

Biting your side and breast, your body jolts, and your cunt clenches. It's too much venom at once, forcing your sensitive cunt to squirt on his cocks. "Fuckin' messy slut soaking the whole damn bed." Gliding his hand up your side, cupping your breast biting down.

Giving that intense high of squirting, yet your cunt can only spasm, getting tighter. Your body shaking, toes curling eyes rolling back. "If you do pass out mama, I could fuck my cum into your soft beautiful cunt when you're sleeping." Smirking grabbing your neck lifting you up right.

Looking up from Sukuna's thick pecs into his beautiful face. Dark crimson eyes glowing from his rut. "It would be a pity if I couldn't see you I love seeing you cryin'. But I wonder if your sweet little cunt will grip my cocks the same." Grabbing his arm and digging your short sharp claws in.

Sukuna leans his head back groaning. "Ya feel so fuckin' good mama, seein’ ya fighting to keep going this long is makin' is exciting. I might not be able to stop until your body gives out." His massive body trembles, your soft, soakign wet tight hot cunt squeezing and squelching on his fat cocks getting him off.

Fucking you faster on his cock. Flexing his arms when you pierce his skin. Thin rivulets of blood tricking down his biceps. Sukuna hunches over to roughly kiss you slipping his tongue into your mouth.

You're utterly helpless to do anything but happily take Sukuna's thick cocks. It's perfect you don't need to think or move. Only get fucked till you can't handle anymore.

oreo creampie m.list

I know you said you only might accept pregnancy requests depending on what it is so I wanted to try 😅 how about shigaraki and reader break up while she’s unknowingly pregnant with his child and he bumps into said child years later and connects the dots that it’s his? If you don’t like it feel free to ignore this request 😊

I liked this nonnie.

I am terrified that by saying that I’m going to be inundated with pregnancy HC’s, lol. But, this request I really leaned into. Plus, it’s more about a kid than a pregnancy. 

So, thank you for asking and letting me slip out of my comfort zone. It’s always good to do that every once in awhile and this ask was a great reminder of that.

It’s a bit melancholic, but I think it fits with Tomura, at least, in my mind.

Now, this is not in canon. This is not like, pre-war arc, or post-war arc. If anything, it’s more of an AU. I’d put Tomura in his late 20s to early 30s.  

warnings: none really, just some sweet, sweet interactions and mild angst 

Hestia Hestia, in Greek religion, is the goddess of the hearth, a daughter of Cronus and Rhea, and one of the 12 Olympian deities. When the gods Apollo and Poseidon became suitors for her hand, she swore to remain a maiden forever, and Zeus, the king of the gods, bestowed upon her the honor of presiding over all sacrifices. 

The shouting noise of children set his teeth on edge.

Toga had insisted that the bus stop by the school was the best place for the information exchange.

They won’t look for you there, she’d assured him. It’s like hiding in plain sight. Yeah, it’s patrolled, but it’s only an old security guard who does the rounds. Besides, he’s retired from the police force, she qualified, and was more like a lazy cat than an attentive scent hound.  

It’s the best place, really.

So, Shigaraki had made the long trek across Tokyo.

He kept to the shadows as he weaved his way through back alleys and streets. Although the dominance of the League had waned some over the years, he was still a wanted criminal, responsible for countless death and threats on hero society.

He was still the King of his slice of the underworld.

Besides, he reassured himself as he loitered by the bench under the bus stop, he could trust Toga.

She had improved in leaps and bounds as she came of age; deadlier, sleeker, more attuned to the ebbs and flows of the world around her. She wasn’t that girl who chattered about blood anymore.

Oh, she still held a strange fascination with the fluid. But she had more control over those impulses that drove her. If she said it was the best place, well, who was he to argue? Toga had been with him from the beginning, a vital ally. Hell, at this point she was close to being a friend.

Shigaraki is still musing when the ball taps its way to his feet.

It clatters against the pavement; the rubber shuttling it along the loose rocks and leaves. Unthinkingly, Shigaraki lifts his shoe to balance against its unbound movement, stilling its lulling bounces.

Must be from that schoolyard, he thinks, his red eyes flashing up at the low chain-link fence that separates the school grounds from the busy street.

There’s no child dashing their way to retrieve it, so he lets his gaze slip from the teeming masses of giggling youngsters. It’s a pretty blue. The ball looks new. Hardly a scuffed and battered thing.

He keeps it under his sole, toying with it, rolling it meditatively as he slips back into his thoughts.

“Hey! That’s mine!”

It’s a small voice that calls to him and he turns his head back to the fence, looking for the source.

It’s a girl.

She’s leaning against the metal, her hands clutching into the links, cocking her head inquisitively at him.

Her nose wrinkles at his silence, and she shouts another demand.

“Mister, that’s my ball. Toss it back.”

“Aren’t you supposed to say please?” Shigaraki taunts, his lips lifting in a quick grin. He’s not sure why he’s bothering to engage with this kid, but something about her plucky attitude resonates with him.

She leans away from the fence, that scowl deepening on her soft features.

“Aren’t grown ups not supposed to steal things?”

He laughs at her snark. He can’t help it. Oh, this kid’s fun.

Carefully slipping the ball into his hands, he moves closer to the fence. He can see her a little better now.

She’s still got that deep frown on her face and her dark hair is gleaming in the afternoon sun, some strands catching the light, reflecting a deep, auburn, hue. He’s just about to chuck the ball to her when he catches sight of her eyes.

They’re red.

Not that red eyes are unusual. There are plenty of people milling around Tokyo with them. But hers are different.

No, these eyes are like looking into a mirror for Shigaraki. They flint and glare with the same sheen as his own. It’s a prefect reflection.

His feet suddenly feel heavy, leaden, and he can’t lift his arms. Who is this child? Why does she-

“Ok, ok, mister. Can I please have my ball back? You’re still stealing it if you don’t, so I’m not apologizing for that. I might... if you give it back to me, cuz’ it’s my ball, not yours. And, stealing makes you a thief.”

She’s rolling those uncanny irises at his stiff form, and a huffing sigh escapes her small mouth.

“What’s your name?” Shigaraki asks, hands trembling over the rubber of the ball.

“Not supposed to tell that to strangers, mister.”

He smiles again, bemused. Well, he thinks begrudgingly, she’s a clever little thing. Whoever she is.

A sharp bell echoes across the yard and she turns her head at the sound, her dark hair tumbling around her shoulders.

“Here,” Shigaraki relents, gently flipping the ball over the fence, bouncing it to her feet.

“Thanks,” she murmurs, quickly snatching up her prize. Those red eyes of hers meet his own, and he can feel a low shiver echo up his spine. What’s up with this reaction? It almost feels visceral, like some sort of otherworldly pull on him.

“Sorry I called you a thief,” she apologizes, quickly bowing her head, ducking those eerie eyes from view.

He’s not sure what to say, so he continues to watch her. She doesn’t seem perturbed by this, opting to giggle at him as her little head lifts.

“You’re weird,” she assess, a smile finally spreading over her lips, her cheeks rounding and softening. 

Tch, she’s rude, but she’s also cute, Shigaraki thinks, snorting at her frankness.

She turns, dashing away from him, her dark hair flowing around her back as she goes.

Shigaraki shakes his head, trying to dislodge those lingering questions that keep floating to the back of his mind.

He’ll never see her again, he reasons, wandering back to the bus stop. Trying to tamp down the urge to look for her again, to pinpoint her from the other giggling and shouting children on the playground.

But he did see her again.

He comes back to the stop a few weeks later.

There’s no information pickup this time. There’s no real reason for him to even be on this side of town.

He just can’t get her out of his mind.

This little kid had shaken something within his psyche. He kept dreaming about her. Well, not her, really. No, there was someone else haunting his dreams.

He hasn’t thought about you in years.

But now? Now, he can’t get you out of his head. He even feels like he can feel you some nights, warm against his side. He sulks in the memories of the familiar touches that the two of you shared, the love that you’d pressed into him, so, so long ago.

He saw the girl in those moments. Resting in your arms as you looked up, your eyes bright against her dark head. The girl would laugh and run to him, those reflective red eyes shining with mirth. 

It was fucking strange.

He both hated, and loved, the repetitive nature of these illusions. They made him feel safe and warm, but they also chilled him to his very bones. It was unsettling.

Unsure what else to do, he’d back come to the bus stop.

It’s early afternoon. Close to the time he’d visited it before. He waits on the lonely bench, his hands pressed together and that strange tremble races through his veins.

This is stupid, he thinks, his eyes lowering from the sea of kids, all twisting and turning in a heap as they play. It’s an impossibility, really. The chances of that girl losing her ball again is minuscule. There’s no way he can call to her either. It’s a waste. He shouldn’t even be here.

He’s standing to leave, when that small voice reaches him.

“Oh! You’re back.”

His head whips around, his long white hair glowing against the sunlight.

There she is.

She’s gripping the fence again, and she’s staring right at him.

Shigaraki smiles. It’s a gentle lift and he can feel his heart tapping a rough tattoo against his ribs. He steps toward her, kneeling when he gets close, careful to not overstep his bounds.

He’s not wanting to startle her.

No, he’s wanting to talk with her. Maybe she’ll drop some kinda clue why he’s so drawn to her. Or maybe she’ll morph into any other child again. Plain, uninteresting. Slipping from that odd ghost that she’s become to his subconscious. 

He hopes it’s the latter. But part of him also longs for it to be the former.

She’ll hop to the fence around 3:15.

She looks for him now, used to the routine of his presence.

He told her to call him Tomura, and the name falling from her lips made his heart ache.

Tomura stopped by on Fridays. Careful to not stay too long, to not draw too much attention to himself.

At first, he’d sneak her little trinkets. 

A little plastic toy of his, one that he had since he was a kid. She’d squealed with delight and clutched it to her. He’d grinned at that, remembering how he’d once held onto the thick plastic himself. 

Once, he’d just plucked a nearby flower as he walked to the school, presenting it to her outreached grasp. He’d watched proudly as she tucked it behind her ear, the color glossy beside her hair.

She’s still a sassy little thing. But she’s softened a little, too. Her voice losing that early, untrusting, edge.

He didn’t ask her much. Sometimes they both just sat in silence as she sketched designs into the dirt. Sometimes he would listen to her chatter about her day. Her classmates, her teacher. Once, she’d even pressed something over the fence to him.

It was a drawing.

He’s not sure if it really was all that well done, or if it’s just his heavy bias toward her. But he loves the mix of color and lines. He’d asked who the people were.

One was her friend, Kenji. One was her teacher. One was him.

He’d pinned it to the wall in his room. Displaying it, flaunting the gift. He looked at it every morning, admiring her work.

He’s late one day, and she scolds him, her small arms draping over the fence.

“I didn’t think you were going to come,” she chatters, her red eyes lingering against his, the two colors casting back the same hue.

“Was running behind,” Tomura replies, leaning against the low concrete barrier, resting his back against the fence.

Her little hands reach for his hair, playing with the pearlescent tendrils, weaving some into knots and braids. 

He doesn’t mind.

“Hey, Tomura,” she says, working a tiny hairband into her creation, her voice curious.

“Hmm,” he hums, careful to not shift his head, not wanting to disrupt her hard work.

“You didn’t ask my name again. At least… not after that one day.”

“Do you want me to ask?” He queries, his pulse lifting.

He’d wanted to ask her again, but he didn’t want to startle her, to shatter these innocences that they shared.

“It’s Beryl,” she answers. She says it confidently, and he turns to face her.

She grins at him, wiggling one loose tooth playfully at his serious expression, trying to tug a laugh from him.

“Beryl?” he repeats, unable to keep that awed hush from his raspy tones. It’s a pretty name. It suits her, really. But it’s strange. It’s not Japanese. 

You hadn’t been Japanese. 

“That’s a good name,” he assures her. “But, it’s not… you don’t hear that name very often.”

“Yeah,” Beryl concedes, her vermillion eyes roving over his face. “My mom’s not from here.”

His nostrils flare at that.

He hasn’t asked her about her mother. He’s unsure if it’s a general disinterest on his part, or trepidation. He fears it’s the latter.

Gulping, he tilts his head at her, feeling that soft braid she’s plaited into his hair shifting.

“Who’s your mother?”

“Who is she? She’s my mom, silly.”

“No,” he pauses, ignoring that creeping tremor that’s working its way to the top of his skull, his skin prickling and cooling. “I mean…what’s her name?”

“Oh! Her name is-”

“Beryl! Beryl, it’s time to come inside.” A teacher is calling for her. 

Tomura startles away, drifting to his feet and pacing quickly back to the bus stop. He can’t help the snarl that etches its way across his lips. He’d been so close. So fucking close…

He chances a glance back at the fence and catches sight of Beryl. She’s dashing across the playground, her dark hair waving in the sun.

Japan is about to slip into summer. School will come to a close, moving into a long break. He won’t see her again for almost a month.

His heart sinks at that realization and he grits his teeth. Slipping his hands into his dark trench coat, he steps across the street, away from the bus stop, away from the little girl that’s feeling more and more like his own.

Edit: oh hey. so, i couldn’t stfu about this and created a sequel: Materfamilias 

hahaha & part iii

Underverse 0.7 came out

My demons took hold yet again

Redraws >:D

Chapter 8: What's Mine You Cannot Have

SUMMARY: Denial is not just a river in Egypt as they say, but two stubborn people can sure try and deny themselves as best they can. Makes it even easier when you add an extra player to the game. But what happens when one of the players didn't know the rules had changed? And what will they do to make it back in their favor?

WORD COUNT: 5.3 k

WARNINGS: smut, love triangle, snark, explicitly language, mentions of smut, adult themes, unhealthy relationships

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Juicy, juicy claiming happening here and I love it! As always, if you wish to be added to the tag list let me know! And happy reading 😈😈

PART 7:

Heavy breathing filled the walls of the gym as in a collective you and Bucky clung to each other, an entirely new creature created from your union, taking a moment to catch your breaths. You could feel your pulse match his in perfect unison, slowing your heart rate ever so subtly with each inhale and exhale until you both were able to relax and the wave of pleasure subsided. Bucky finally released you from his grip after another minute or so and carefully set your feet back down onto the ground. 

This was Buck, the man you’d had sex with consistently plenty of times and that meant he knew your body and what it took to get you to reach that little death and you did, but something about it wasn’t how you remembered it to be not even that long ago. It must have been written all over your face because the moment Bucky looked into it, his brow furrowed in concern. 

“What’s wrong?” he asked, searching your eyes for a hint.

You bit your lips, not wanting to say anything until you yourself had figure out the answer to that question, but it looked like Buck wasn’t going to let it go. “It- it’s nothing,” you said with a shake of your head for emphasis. 

Silence permeated the room as you stood naked and still. “I don’t think it’s nothing, doll,” he pushed gently.

What the hell were you supposed to say? That this wasn’t what you thought it would be? That even though you had wanted to sleep with him, that the only thing you could think about was someone you said you hated? He felt the same as he always had, he possessed that familiar feeling and comfort you enjoyed before, but it wasn’t the fucking same. You could have said it and you had every right to, but you realized you actually cared that speaking that shit aloud could crush him. 

Quietly, you both pulled back on your clothing and once everything was back on the way he had it, Bucky went and sat himself down on the nearest piece of exercise equipment as you finished your dressing. His eyes tracked your movements and you could feel his gaze on you even though you did not look back up at him; the silent tension was beginning to fill the room like a heavy fog and you knew one of you would eventually have to say something. When you hesitantly looked back up at him after putting it off for as long as humanly possible, there was something behind those piercing blue eyes that reminded you of when you first met.

“Don’t, Buck,” you warned with a tilt of your head. 

“Don’t what?” Bucky asked so gently it made your heart sting.

Shaking your head, you locked eyes. “You know damn well what I’m talking about,” you threatened with a severe lack of conviction that made your skin crawl. “I meant what I said.”

Bucky didn’t let up though, looking on you like you were a fucking Rembrandt. “I know, I know, I just- I just want to look at you, that’s all.”

You ran your fingers through your hair, straightening it so that you could retie it up into the ponytail that you had before all this started. “Well, get a good hard look because once I’m done with this, the only part of me you are gonna see is my ass promptly walking the other way.”

Your hands were still in your hair as you watched him get up from his seat and move back in closer towards you. The was something on his lips: a question, a statement, another damned confession; you didn’t rightly know, but you were sure it was not going to end well whatever it was.

“You know, I meant what I said too,” he breathed, his hands flitting across your hips. “I know they are just some words and that means jack shit after everything, but I… need you to know that I am sorry… for all of it.” 

“Stop…saying that, alright?” your voice quavered slightly. “You’re just repeating yourself and you know how much I hate that.”

Bucky wanted to say it, just come right out with the truth of it that he wanted you back, but something stayed his tongue. The damage had already been done, but he could admit it now that he had been afraid not because you had things inside of you that were still broken, but that he wasn’t strong enough to walk beside you as you conquered them. That weakness that had been inside of him now screamed at him to get his redemption and goddammit he wanted to prove that he could be the man you needed him to be… if only just to show how truly remorseful he really was.

That wasn’t the only obstacle that stood in his way of begging for you back; the other would be returning to the compound in a few days and he truly wondered if put side by side, which would you chose? When this whole shitshow started, it was painfully obvious even to Bucky that you were out for attention, his attention, and it did work like a charm. However, at some point it became less clear where the acting ended and reality began. That was ultimately what kept him quiet; he may have deserved to look the fool, confessing things that you didn’t reciprocate, but he didn’t want any part of that and so he would wait and see how Loki’s homecoming would go.   

There was too much silence as you watched your ex get lost in his thoughts and you had to break that fucking unbearable quiet. “Listen, Buck,” you said with a clearing of your throat, “you were right earlier when you said we are like fire and gasoline. When it’s good, it’s really fucking good between us, but when it’s bad, it’s out of control and damn near destructive. I mean, just look at how we ended things; we could barely stand to be in the same room together without screaming. Do you think that’s healthy?”

It was Bucky’s turn to shake his head. “No, I know…” his voice trailed off at the end as his calculated how best to say this. “… but people can change you know. I’ve seen it, you’ve seen it. Just because something was one way doesn’t mean it stays like that, you know?”

Bucky stayed quiet after that for a while, leaving you to your thoughts. You hadn’t expected him to be this way, but nothing about your relationships ever went according to what you expected. Watching him closely, scrutinizing his body language, you wondered what he could be thinking about. Finally, he broke the silence this time. 

“What if things were different? What if things could change?” he hypothesized. “What would you do then?”

You didn’t know how to respond, the questions caught you so goddamn unprepared. “I don’t know, Buck,” you answered honestly as you shook your head. “I can’t exist on a fucking wish. How in the hell could I ever trust that things wouldn’t go right back once times got hard again? I know you, I know you just as well as I know myself, and we are the type of people that don’t just change like that.” You snapped your fingers for emphasis. 

“You have no idea what I’m capable of when it comes to you,” Bucky said tenderly. “I could do so much and just for you. Would Loki say the same?”

Here he was bringing up that shit again, as if your mind wasn’t already in chaos, but sure might as well add some more. This wasn’t nearly complicated enough. Still, you were never going to tell him that; no, you’d keep the status quo if it killed you. “Doesn’t matter,” you shook your head, “we aren’t talking about him, we are talking about you. Loki and I have nothing going on that doesn’t involve our genitals. Stop deflecting and tell me I’m right.”

A gentle hand cupped your cheek, holding it delicately against the cool metal of his bionic arm. So much destruction had come from that appendage, so much pain, but you had made it feel like a part of him again and he never forgot that you made sure he knew you were never afraid. His eyes sparkled something fierce as he gazed back down into your own.

“This time, babygirl,” he whispered, “you really are wrong.”

And before your lips could meet another time, he released your face and swiftly made his way towards the doors of the gym and slipped off into the confines of the compound, leaving you speechless and figuratively spinning with confusion. Your mind was grasping for anything to pull you out of this and the last thought you had before grabbing your things and nearly sprinting out of there was wondering if Loki was having the same shit time that you were.

And what you could not know was that he undoubtedly was.

“I cannot believe you brother.”

From out of the nothingness of dreamless sleep, Loki felt the icy cold splash of water hitting him directly in the face and taking his breath away. Instantly he sat up off his place upon the carpeted floor, sputtering and coughing before immediately grabbing his head from the immense, sharp, stabbing pain; it felt like it would explode from the way his temples pounded violently. He blinked several times as he worked to get his eyes to adjust to the piercing bright light flooding his eyesight, not knowing where he was or what was happening, but finally he was able to focus on the hulking figure that stood before him.

“What was that for?” Loki asked with indignation, wiping the liquid from his face with a heavy hand. How dare he be awaken in such a violent way. 

Thor didn’t move from his spot, simply crossing his arms as he glared down at the heap of his brother still sprawled across the ground like a wet dishtowel discarded. “Do you know what the time is?” he questioned back loud enough to make Loki’s ears ring. “I’ve been trying to wake you for hours.”

“Well, could you possibly do it a little more quietly?” he snarled back. “My head feels like I’ve taken a beating straight to the temples.”

Moving to the side table closest to him, Thor set the large glass cup he had used to wake his brother down with a thud, not caring if it hurt to hear or not. “From the talk buzzing about, you seemingly had drunk enough to empty the bar last night, so I am not surprised,” he admonished. 

Loki rolled over until he was on his hands and knees in an attempt to get to his feet, but he was going to have to take this slow as the turning of his stomach wasn’t helping. He tried his hardest to remember what it is that happened after he had left the house, but his head still throbbed and made it almost impossible to think. “Since when do you care about my extracurricular activities?” he shot back.

A strong grip was in Loki’s armpit before Thor yanked him to his feet. He had to cling to his brother a moment so that the room would stop spinning so damned fast. “Since you seemed to go on a drunken tirade through the middle of town and now we are both in trouble, that is when,” Thor returned. 

Once the room became still again in his sight, Loki’s blurred vision caught another figure in the room with them, except this one was topless and still asleep in his bed. Whincing as if it physically hurt to remember, his memory slowly returned itself back to him in pieces: a rundown bar, a decently attractive woman, too much liquor, and possibly something to do with the releasing of livestock. His heart dropped into his feet, taking his stomach with it until he had to dry heave a moment. 

Calming himself, he turned his head back to Thor. “What did I do?” he asked, defeated. 

“Oh, just general mayhem and chaos as per usual for you,” Thor

 chuckled while dragging the heap of brother towards the bathroom located in his room. “But I’ve been gracious enough to pull a few strings so that with some minor community service, all will be forgiven.”

Why did that not bring him the same joy to hear as it once did? Even though he could not entirely tell up from down right now, why did he feel a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach that wasn’t from the current bout of nausea?  

Thor began to move at the behest of his brother, walking them both towards the bathroom. “Come, let’s get you cleaned up so that we can get this over with,” he said as he gently pushed a wobbling mischief-maker to the door frame before his attention was back to the interior of the room and particularly the bed. “And what shall I do with the woman still asleep? Care to say your goodbyes?” 

Loki gritted his teeth as he clung to the frame for stability. “Get her out of here however you must, I do not wish to see her again if I may help it,” he demanded and quickly made his way inside, slamming the door with a thud before moving to switch on the shower to flood the meager room with sound.  

His hands touched the cool stone countertop around the sink and as he did he looked up. The large mirror situated on the wall behind the sink glared back

 unflinchingly, showing him the reality of his debauchery last night and how ghastly it made him. Loki was quite the mess: hair in tangled disarray, eyes puffy with purple bags, his skin incredibly pale; he was a far cry away from the put together debonair that he usually presented him as and yet all of that did not matter to him in the slightest. 

Even through his poorly state he could still feel that tightness in his chest and realized that nothing he did had helped at all in removing the thought of you. Seeing the naked back of that woman in his bed, her hair the same color as yours, he was taken right back to that feeling of wishing you were there. It was such an overwhelming feeling that struck his heart of his wish that it were you that he had pleasured the night before  and if it had not been for Thor’s insistence on getting him moving, he might have fainted just from the intensity of it all. 

He slammed his fists hard on the countertop, hoping the physical pain would numb everything else, but it did little. “Dammit,” he muttered quietly under his breath. “I truly am royally fucked.”

Looking back up into the mirror, he caught his own eyes staring back at him in his reflection and he could see the answer plan as day written in his gaze. Though he wanted to yell at himself until his mind was somehow altered, that wouldn’t do him any good. This had happened very rarely in his life, but when it did it was a monumental bitch to stomp out.

“Why her?” he asked his reflection. “Why me?”

His countenance in the mirror had no more answers to give him than he knew and so he hung his head in resignation, taking a deep, drawn out breath before removing his stinking garb and hopping into the steaming abyss of the shower. At least his outward appearance could be returned to its glory while the turmoil bubbled away inside.

It actually worked in his favor to be in a bit of hot water, for the time seemed to pass even faster as he was made to clean up the bar he nearly destroyed with his drunken antics, repair the damage done by his little freedom run with a pack of nearby cow and sheep, and personally make amends for his transgressions. In fact, it took nearly the rest of the week and by the time everything was finished Valkyrie had returned and the brothers were set to depart for home.

That morning as they awoke and packed their things for their departure, Thor could not help but notice that there was a little more pep in his brother’s movements. Not happy, mind you, just noticeable enough to have attention drawn to it. Even the way Loki made his way outside so that Thor could transport them back to the compound seemed almost… excited. 

“Only a week we’ve been away and yet here you are chomping at the bit to get back. Any particular reason?” Thor picked as he shoved him playfully.

Loki shot him a look as a warning. “I don’t know what you are talking about,” he dismissed him. “just ready to be rid of these people and back to my normal solitude.”

“Oh really?” Thor said as he shrugged. “Must be my imagination then.”

“I’m glad you can admit your faults,” Loki retorted, slowing his pace to be more nonchalant, standing still next to Thor who took them back as he chuckled quietly to himself. 

As soon as Loki entered the compound, he could tell that something in the air was different; it wasn’t the same place as he had left it and it made him strangely nervous. He had hoped you would be waiting for his return, but you were nowhere to be found and it disappointed him, though he shook it off as his subconscious being silly. 

Even as he went about his tasks of unpacking his things and reorganizing his life back into normality, he could not shake that something had happened here that would not be to his benefit. It truly ate at him in the back of his mind, like the dark clouds that unroll themselves upon the skies just before it rains, and he sat in that grim mood while his drawers were refilled this his clothing and as he stepped into his bathroom to replace his toiletries in the proper places. 

It was then that he heard the unmistakable sound of his door being opened and closed with a quickness as someone hurriedly moving inside his room. He could already feel the presence even before his eyes laid upon the person and as he popped his head around the door frame instantly he was met with the suspected culprit: you, in the flesh.

The moment you both locked eyes with one another he was already on the move, his arms bracing themselves around your waist, shoving you until you were pinned to the wall as his mouth hungrily recaptured your own. Fuck, he had been starved of you for far too long and the desperate, aggressive kisses currently assaulting your lips one after the other were completely evident of that. 

“What, they don’t have any whores for you to mess around with out in New Asgard?” you questioned breathlessly through breaks in embraces. “Couldn’t even get your dick wet? Seems like you missed me.”

Loki answered your question with even more aggression, his hand wrenching your thigh up towards his hip as if to wrap around him, those greedy fingertips digging themselves into the meat as he thrust slow and deep against your clothed cunt. “Stop. Talking.” he growled with that malice that made you tremble.

As his mouth re-locked itself with yours, his strong arms picked you up and dragged you over towards the bed where he set you down; a reunion like this was bound to take some time and he wanted you sprawled out like a platter ready for him to dine upon. As he set you down on the surface, he threw off his shirt before ripping your clothes from you and spreading you open with his hands.

Loki’s face descended between your legs, placing burning hot kisses along the inner part of your thigh, and fuck did it feel good. And yet even as the ecstasy of his touch sent you spiraling down the paths of pleasure, you could not shake the nagging part in the back of your mind that whispered to tell him what happened while he was gone.  

It was eating at the back of your mind, burrowing its way into the moment to not allow you a second of peace, and even as his mouth placed fluttery kiss along your abdomen, you knew that if you didn’t say something this would not end with either of you satisfied.

“Wait, wait, wait,” you said as you pulled back from him and sat up a little. “Just hang on a goddamn minute.”

Loki was still pawing at your torso to pull you back down, his desperation to taste you at its peak. “There are things that cannot wait now, darling,” he moaned, but you did not give him the chance to dive back in, placing your hands on his shoulders to push him off. That feeling of dread that had evaporated once he was on you can flooding right back as you stopped something that you never had before.

You took a deep breath. “Look, there is something you need to know I guess,” you began unsure of what the fuck you wanted to say, “something that happened while you were on your little guys trip.”

He did not even make some half-assed quip back, only staring back silent as the grave and so you continued. “It’s nothing, I really don’t even know why the hell I decided to bring it up, but… okay, look, there was a day when the compound was pretty empty. I was bored out of my damn mind and thought why not get an extra workout in, tire myself out so my fingers could have a rest. Bucky found me and we fucking went at each other, screaming and fighting through all the shit we wanted to say to each other when we broke up.”

“Stop stalling and get to the point,” Loki injected with agitation as he sat on edge. 

Your eyes still clung to his face, but it was now as if you were looking past him rather than at him. “Alright, shit,” you cursed him. “We ended up screwing, okay? It meant nothing, it means nothing, and I've been avoiding him like the fucking plague, but I thought you’d… want to know.”

The words sounded nice, but Loki did not fully believe them. That was not his biggest problem though; half-truths paled in comparison to what he felt the instant those words slipped from your lips. He did not feel anger for what you did, you could fuck who you pleased as there was no agreement to be exclusive; no, he was angry that he had just been made to feel as if you were being taken from him and that was something he simply could not stand. 

He realized in that moment what he knew all throughout the last week and that was that although he did not know where his heart truly lay with you, you were his and no one was going to take that away.

Loki’s brain was on autopilot as he stood up stoically from the bed and grabbed his clothes in bawled fists, redressing as fast as his arms could propel him. All the while you could only stay laying naked on his bed, silent and wide-eyed as you wondered what he was about to do.

“Stay here and wait as you are, do you hear me?” he ordered with a sternness you had never seen from him before; this wasn’t his usual pompous orders that ultimately were harmless and something in his tone kept you quiet and obedient. With purposeful footsteps he crossed the room in no time and threw open the door.

“This will not take long,” he muttered to the wind as he slammed it shut behind him.

Loki stalked through the halls a man on a mission and it just so happened that luck was on his side today. Down corridors he made his way, checking common areas first for the object of his anger: common room, kitchen, gym, but they all came up empty. And yet just as he stepped back out into the hallway, what should he hear but heavy footfalls, those same ones that he indeed knew well. At that moment, who should be coming around the corner as Loki approached except the person he was hunting: Barnes. 

Their eyes clocked one another only a second as Bucky nearly stepped into him, before the metal armed ex assassin turned on his heels and bolted in the direction he just came from as if he could get away from the wrath of a god so easily. Not today you fucking silly boy; he would have to learn that when you played with fire, you were most assuredly going to get burned. This was now a matter of pride: you belonged to Loki and him alone and he would not let that go without a fight. 

“Barnes,” Loki yelled after him loudly as he took off in hot pursuit.

Bucky didn’t stop or even turn around, thinking that if he just kept going he could dodge the Asgardian by simply not stopping until he got back to his room, but those heavy, irate footsteps just kept getting closer. Fuck he thought as he realized that he had been got and there was no escape.

“BARNES!!” Loki yelled his name with such rage this time that vibrated the plaster in the hall as he leapt forward to grab Bucky by the arm, using his immense strength to shove him face first into the wall and keeping him pinned at his mercy.

Bucky fought back against his accuser, but it was no use; not even super soldier strength could compare to the rage-fueled strength of a god. “Listen, I have nothing to say to you,” Bucky grumbled loudly, but Loki wasn’t having it and spun him around until his back was against the wall now so that he could press down hard with his arm on his windpipe to stop him from speaking.

“No, do not lie to me, boy. You think you are so slick?” Loki snarled. “Waiting until I am not around to make your move? Can’t get her absolutely anyone is near so you act the coward and do your bidding in the shadows, having to isolate her to even have a modicum of a chance? You pathetic, degenerate, waste of organic matter.”

What could Bucky do now that Loki had him right where he wanted him? He could fight back and god knew he wanted to, however he also knew he didn’t have the upper hand and at this point he would probably only hurt himself more trying to get out from under Loki’s arm then actually doing anything to harm him. And so stuck between a rock and a hard place, Bucky just stood quiet.

The tirade Loki had started was far from over and he took the silence of his captive to continue the words that had already begun to spill out. Leaning in closer to his face, Loki did not shift his gaze even slightly. “You think you can just step in and replace me?” he growled, eyes darkening with hatred. “Clearly, you do not know who you are dealing with if you think you can simply step back in and take whatever you wish. You are not even in the realm of being that good and I am not going to just sit by and allow it to happen, so do not try and test me further.”

“Hey, back off Count Dracula,” Bucky squirmed in his grasp, working against the pressure at his throat to speak finally. “Besides, what the fuck do you care anyway? You don’t seem the type to involve yourself this much with anyone, so why the hostility? Just sad you lost your cum toy?”

Loki tightened the pressure on his throat threateningly. “You think much of yourself, Man Out of Time,” intimidation dripping in his tone, “but even with your ‘enhancements’ you cannot hold a candle to what I have to offer and she knows as much. A pity fuck for old time’s sake does not mean anything. A temporary moment of weakness because she felt sorry for you, I am sure of it.”

“You wish,” Bucky sneered, and Loki swore he would wipe that smug look off that face if it was the last thing he did today. “We have history together and that’s something you cannot come in between. I know I fucked up, but that doesn’t change that the feelings we built together are still there. I know her better than you ever will.”

“Is that so?” Loki questioned, the fires of rage burning in his sight. He had not expected Barnes to put up so much of a fight, but he should not have been surprised. Was this all a ploy to get you back so that you would no longer be fraternizing with the enemy or did he really still have feelings strong enough for you to fight to win you back? Perhaps it was a little of both, but ultimately the reason did not matter to Loki; all he knew was that he would not allow Bucky to come between him and what was his.

Bucky chuckled. “She may enjoy being in your bed, but I’m the one who knows her secrets, who knows her heart, who held her as she tried to put the pieces back together. What you have to offer is fleeting at best and soon she will see it for what it is; hate fucking a man she doesn’t even like will get old sooner rather than later.”

Loki looked back up into the eyes of the man he was now in clear competition with and stood up to his full height in intimidation. “Stay away from her, do you understand me? You had your chance and you wasted it, not my fault she chose to upgrade. She is with me now, end of discussion. I will not give you another warning so I suggest you heed this one well before you truly get hurt.”

Bucky looked away a moment, chuckling to himself as he shook his head. “You wouldn’t dare,” he challenged. 

Licking his lips to steady his voice, Loki met his challenge head on. “You think me incapable? I have no qualms about burning this all to the ground to get what I want.”

His words sent a shiver down Bucky’s spine, but he could not let the god sense fear in him. “Scared that I’ll win this little game were involved in? Scared I may actually have a chance against the great and powerful God of Mischief?” he asked in response. “Good because you should be, why else would you threaten me like that? We’ll let her decide what she wants and when it isn’t you, you won’t be able to stop me from throwing it in your face.”

“NO,” Loki boldly yelled. “She made her decision when she acquired me to satisfy her every desire after leaving you far behind. In other words, metal man, she is mine and I will not be sharing with the likes of you.”

The anger with which Bucky had been confronted had forced his hand; he was in this now, whatever the outcome was because he was not about to be told what to do. “Bud, if you even think I am going to back off now, you have another thing coming. She may be technically with you… for now… but I am willing to fight tooth and nail for her. Can you say the same?” 

Loki stood silent as the grave, done with Bucky and this conversation, before releasing the man with a parting shove to the throat for good measure. Bucky straightened himself up, turning back to him once he had finished. “Let the games begin,” he said under his breath before giving him a devilish smirk, stepping off and walking away without another glance back.

PART 9:

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Oh yeah i did a thing

look i know i never post art on here but take this

Can you draw us cuddling with chef saltbaker 👉👈

I have a feeling that Saltbaker is good at showing fake affection, but genuine hes more awkward and confused