Here’s My Question... Which Is Better Soft Steve Or Mean Steve? I Personally Like Soft Doms Who Used

Arguments. (Thor x POC!Fem!Reader)

Prompt: lets just put it to some basic points. Sub Thor, he prolly gets pegged, secretive fwb, people think they hate each other. After an argument though reader "makes Thor her bitch." Note: the poc part doesnt really matter because it isnt mentioned that much if at all lol forgive me. Words: 2,665

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"Thor! You pretentious asshole! How about you listen for once rather than holding your nose in the air because 'wow I'm Thor Odinson, son of Odin, god of thunder, future king of Asgard' because fucking shocker! This isn't fucking Asgard!" You shouted at the God who stood across the room, "If you don't shut your fucking mouth I will genuinely shove Mjolnir”s handle so far up your ass that the fucking strap will hang out of your big ass mouth." You threatened, glaring at the man who gave you the same toxic look.

As soon as an argument started the team all scattered. They knew that these usually ended up with violence of some sort.

You carefully looked around, tossing a few braids back that had fallen in your face as you spoke. You took a deep breath before calming yourself and looking at Thor with a much calmer expression.

"Go to the room. I'll be up in just a minute." You stated, watching as Thor nodded dumbly and did as he was told, taking the elevator to your floor. You got yourself a glass of water and sipped it slowly, calming yourself properly before setting the glass down and going up as well.

You near slammed the door shut as you walked in the bedroom, locking it before stalking towards Thor who sat on the edge of your bed.

"Good boy, take off your shirt. But leave everything else on. Then lean over the bed." You said softly, walking past him to your drawer where you stored many things, the most used one being a paddle that had the word "bitch" carved into it.

Despite Thor”s hatred for punishment he always loved when you got this one out. He loved feeling powerless to you. Usually he had too much control, he needed to be put in his place once in a while.

"Now, Thor. Why am I about to punish you?" You asked, walking around him once more, tracing the edge of the leather against his sweatpants before setting the paddle aside to tug the cotton down, revealing that he was in fact not wearing boxers.

"Because I... I was treating others unfairly, ma'am." Thor said softly, head bowed and arms bracing himself on your bed. "I... I belittled them for being inferior to a prince..." He added softly, turning his head to the side to rest against the soft mattress.

"That's right, now... I won”t go too hard tough guy. I'll give you ten slaps on each side. That way every time you look in the mirror for the night you'll think of me and you'll know who you belong to." You whispered, grabbing the paddle once more. You rubbed the across his pale cheek softly before bringing it down with a sharp slap.

Thor gasped at the sudden feeling, biting his lip and letting his eyes flutter. You chuckled as you watched the vulgar word appear like magic across the now pink cheek. Without warning you brought it down on the other side and relished in the gasp from Thor.

"That's one, handsome." You whispered, smirking as Thor nodded and took a deep breath, holding it as he waited.

This continued, you aiming your slaps so the word bitch was perfectly imprinted on both of his glowing ass cheeks. Thor was whimpering quietly, his face and neck red from the mild humiliation but you know how he relished in it.

"You did so good baby boy, wanna know what good boys get they take their punishments so nicely?" You hummed as you kneeled down to place a gentle kiss on both sides of the marks, grinning when Thor flinched away and gasped.

Thor mumbled something that you couldn't quite hear, so you gave a sharp smack to his fresh red marks and smirked at his hiss of pain.

"I... I said they get fucked... Ma'am." Thor grumbled, clearly embarrassed at the entire situation. It only made you laugh more as you walked around to one of your drawers. In it was a simple black box about six inches long and four inches wide, when you opened it there were folded silk ribbons laid neatly in it.

You pulled them out and laid them on the bed, then pulled out a sloppily rolled length of rope.

"Stand up. Hold still. I’m going to do your upper body first." You said sharply, watching the god carefully as he rushed to obey.

Despite the fact that you spent nearly twenty minutes working on your intricate kabara knots across Thor's torso he was still painfully erect, it pushed obnoxiously against your hip as you tied the knots as if you've been doing this forever. Then again, three years is kind of a long time.

"On the bed, hold your arms up and spread your legs. We're doing missionary today. Unless I get bored." You commanded, grabbing the silk ties. Thor wordlessly obeyed and you took your time tying a tight knot to the bed post, then around his ankles, and then you worked on his hands, coursing the thin fabric around his wrists, then between them, then around them a few more times. This almost took up the entire foot and a half of ribbon. You added a small little bow with the extra ribbon and smiled as Thor simply looked up at you, cheeks red and eyes wide.

"Hmm... Do we need a gag today? I think we do Thor, after all you've been quite mouthy today to everyone." You hummed in a condescending tone, clicking your tongue as you walked around to the drawer. After a while of gathering items you realized that Thor was clearly needy, and he was just so eager.

"Such an excited little bitch, hmm?" You cooed, laughing when you saw his hips twitched at your voice alone. "I bet I could make a needy little whore like you cum without laying a single hand on you, couldn't I?" You questioned, but before he could answer you continued pulling out items such as lube, a few dildos of varying sizes, and your favourite, along with Thor’s, your strap.

"I wont gag you right now... But if you’re too fucking loud I'll gag you right then and there." You growled, leaning over him with a cold hand on his throat, applying a gentle pressure. Thor nodded and took in a shaking breath as you backed away to spread everything out. You then peeled off your shirt and slid your pants down your legs but left everything else on, knowing how exposed Thor would feel since he was the only one naked. You had taken off your underwear because it would both be comfier and come in handy if the time comes.

Moments of silence passed as Thor watched you put the strap on, securing it tight before climbing to sit between his legs which you had spread wide. You grabbed your well used bottle of lube and slicked your finger tips, rubbing them against his hole.

The contact forced Thor to shiver and glance down at you as best as he could from this angle, you ignored him and slid your middle finger in to the knuckle, then added your ring finger.

You moved them in and out for a while before pulling them out and wiping them on the blanket on your bed.

"You're so used to taking things up your ass Thor, such a fucking cock slut for me. God... Imagine if someone like your own brother walked in right now. What would he think of his older brother, the god who's supposed to be king soon enough." You tutted, smirking as you watched his hips cant up into nothing at all. You grabbed the smallest toy in the line, it was only five inches long or so, solid black, not even a full inch and a half thick.

After you slicked it with lube it slid in with ease, quickly being pushed in all the way. Thor's reaction was an immediate press down as a demand for more. He moaned out as you thrusted the toy into him, met with minimal resistance. "God, such a fucking greedy whore. Bet you'd be so embarrassed to even face the team if they caught you like this huh? God forbid someone in Asgard found out, imagine ruling people who know you take my cock every single time there’s a fight." You growled, giving Thor's thigh a sharp lap. He writhed in his place and tried fucking back onto the toy.

"Stop being such a dirty bitch, Thor. You'll get what you want in the end." You glared at him as you pulled this toy out and skipped the next size, going up to the last one. It was seven inches, a realistic girth to it. "Such a little whore, can't even wait long enough for me to stretch you." You scolded, lubing this shaft as well before easily sliding it in. This time you were met with a little resistance and you paused to let Thor adjust to it before pushing in to its hilt. He moaned aloud and you surged forward to slap a hand over his mouth. "Shut. Your. Mouth." You said in a low, threatening ton. Thor whimpered but nodded nonetheless.

You began thrusting this toy much faster, really ramming it into Thor and using his hole as you pleased. He tried to bite back his desperate moans but he was usually so vocal it was so difficult tonight.

"Thor, I mean it. You may wanna be humiliated in front of everyone here but I don't want the team to see me half naked. Do I make myself clear?" You said sharply, he took a deep breath and nodded, closing his eyes and fucking back against this silicone cock as if his life depended on it.

After a while of fucking into the gods was you pulled it out and smirked at his loud whine from the loss. You grabbed the lube and slicked your strap before rubbing the excess on his gaping hole.

Thor pushed down against the tip of the faux cock and it made absolute shivers run through his entire body. You chuckled and pushed in finally, watching and glaring as Thor let out a loud, drawn out moan. You reached up and without warning slapped him directly across his cheek, the skin immediately turning red. You grabbed the panties you had hastily tossed aside and shoved them in his open mouth balled up.

"Maybe now you'll learn to shut your fucking mouth." You spat before thrusting into him, bracing yourself on the mattress before really picking up speed and thrusting hard into him.

You heard his moans and whines but they were much more quiet now, less likely to draw attention.

"Poor little Thor. It seems like you want to cum, already? Here everyone is thinking you're a real tough guy, but behind closed doors you're nothing more than a worthless whore for me to fuck whenever it please." You spoke, your tone harsh and icy. Thor nodded eagerly and arched his back when the strap had slid perfectly against his prostate.

Thor couldn't speak, he couldn't move even as you pounded into him, whining and whimpering as you said some of the dirtiest things that sent sparks down his legs and back up to his groin.

"Cum if you want, Thor. I'll just keep fucking my hole until I'm bored." You shrugged, smirking when the gods back arched sharply off the soft bed and his hips thrusted in the air then back against you, then back again up.  

He desperately needed someone to touch his cock, it was clear. The large shaft was pulsating and the swollen head was an angry red nearing a mean purple at this point. You laughed at the pathetic sight of Thor beneath you, legs spread wide, intricate knots across the entirety of his torso, a pair of balled up blue panties shoved in his mouth and the look of genuine tears beginning to stream down his cheeks.

"Aw, poor little Thor. You look so good like this, tied up so I can use you however I want to." You giggled as you pounded into Thor's hole.

Suddenly the gods eyes rolled back and his hips arched sharply. You watched in pure amusement as Thor came untouched, cum dribbling out of his tip and leaking down onto his pelvis. You took pity on him and grabbed the hypersensitive shaft, quickly pumping it in time with your fast, precise thrusts that nailed his prostate.

Thor practically screamed at the sudden touch, throwing his head back and rolling it against the pillow. Tears flowed in much heavier now that you decided to throw in this post orgasm torture to the mix of everything.

He didn't even have time to get soft, you kept thrusting into him as if you owned him, which wouldn't be far from the truth at this point.

"Thor want me to stop? Too sensitive to keep taking my cock, huh?" You belittled, laughing as he flinched when you delivered a sharp slap to his thigh. "Well suck it up, I want you to cum again. Then we'll be done." You said sharply.

Thor understood and went pliant under you once more, letting you do as he pleased. You aimed thrusts to rub against his prostate nicely, causing Thor to moan around the cloth in his mouth. He was still fully hard, his cock bouncing with every hard thrust into him.

"Come on, Thor. You know how much you like my cock. You know it makes you wanna cum again." You teased, once again wrapping your fist around the hard shaft.

You timed your thrusts and the movement of your hand once more, hitting it all perfectly. Thor’s muscles were all taut as he basked in the pleasure thrumming through his veins. You watched his reactions closely before suddenly he came again, his back arching and his hips lazily thrusting into your tight fist.

"That’s it, Thor. Let yourself go." You cooed, smirking as he spurted out cum in long strings. It landed on his torso, up to his chest even.

You only pulled out once you were sure Thor was done. He laid in the bed, practically asleep. You got off of him and walked around the bed, untying the ribbon before working on untying the difficult knots across his chest. Thor laid there, panting softly as he watched you. You chuckled as you plucked your underwear from his mouth and tossed them on the floor.

"You did good, Thor. Maybe you'll actually learn who’s in charge." You said as you cleaned up, put things away, and got redressed.

"Where are you going?" He asked curiously as you put everything back on except your underwear which were now soaked in his saliva. You turned to look at him from the door.

"I have things to do, Thor. I have to go talk to Steve about the next mission." You said before walking out and shutting the door softly.

When you came down to the main floor to find Steve you found Tony looking at you with wide eyes, gaping as if he saw a ghost.

"What?"

"You realize I have cameras. Right?" Tony asked, your eyes widened and suddenly you and him were both laughing, leaning onto each other for support.

"Uh. Yeah anyways, don't talk to Thor about it because I'm sore after all of that and I'd rather not go another round. Wheres Cap?" You asked as you walked to where Tony points.

You ignore everything else the older man said as you walked off, flipping him off when he made a ridiculous comment.

You would have a field day with this, next time.

Do you have a master list?

I do not! I uh 😅😅 I actually dunno how to even go about making one because it's never crossed my mind to make one before

Hey! Do you write for Charles Xavier?👀👀 Would kill for some post cuba charles x reader smut. Shower sex and nipple play 🥵

Yaknow, I thought you meant a completely different Xavier than the one I had to admittedly look up, I've never written for him before and haven't seen the movies in SO long I forget his personality but I will definitely do so!

Distractions

Natasha Romanoff & Clint Barton

Prompt: Natasha is still haunted by memories from the infamous red room. Clint offers his complete support and helps take her mind off of it.

Warnings: some emotional stuff, some sexual stuff too

Words: 2.4k

Note: I called Clint a marksman somewhere in here and some people may think it's wrong but Ive always considered archers to be marksmen. Also the characters are both poorly written in my opinion but I'd love feedback

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Natasha sat in her room, door shut, lights off, it was completely dark, around 2 in the morning. She hasn’t been able to sleep since she saw the date for today. She excused herself from the group she was having fun with and simply went up to her floor to lie down and mope to herself.

Clearly she can’t be alone in her own mind. She heard an elevator ding signaling someone's presence. She didn’t sit up or even look that way.

There was a dip in the bed and that's when she turned her head and smiled when she saw who it was.

Steve sat there, smiling and just rubbing her arm. "I noticed you weren't in such a good mood, wanna tell me what's going on Romanoff?" He asked quietly, lips in a tight line as he looked at her. Natasha smiled and shook her head, pursing her lips and shifting to face him.

"It's just. The date is a marker for when I became... Whatever thing I am now." She sighed, looking up at him and patting his arm gently. "I don't really want to talk about it."

Steve nodded and stood up to take his leave, giving her a firm pat on the arm. "I'll send Clint up here in a minute, I'm going to go back down to talk to Tony and Bruce." He said quietly, taking one last look at Natasha before leaving the room. She let out a sigh and stood up, walking to her dresser and pulling out a t shirt and a pair of fluffy pajama bottoms. She quickly stripped and redressed before laying back down, pushing her comforter down to the foot of the bed and laying down under the sheet. There was a quiet tap on her door before it opened and an all too familiar face peeked in.

"Hey there Nat. Steve told me to come talk to you, is everything alright?" He asked quietly, as if he spoke too loud it would break something. Natasha rolled on her side to face Clint and pat the spot beside her on her bed. The marksman came in and shut the door softly before walking over.

When he sat down he laid back against the headboard and laid his legs out in front of him. Natasha scooted closer and laid her head on Clint’s thigh.

Their relationship had always been questioned by others, they weren't really sure what they were either. They acted like a couple, went out on dates sometimes, kissed and cuddled, and sometimes things got a little hot between them as well. There have been several occasions where the both of them have shown up for training littered in scratch marks and bruises from nights before. So they had a complicated relationship to say the least.

Clint took Natasha's hair down from the messy ponytail it was in and combed his fingers through her hair slowly. Natasha instantly relaxed against him and sighed. "Thank you, Clint. For coming up here and checking on me, I'm glad I’ve met you. Its just. The day I didn’t realize what it was so when I found out I was hit instantly with remembrance of what I've become. Who I've become. I'm so glad I've become who I am otherwise I wouldn’t have met you and I wouldn't have been able to become so happy but I always wonder what if I had just been normal?" Natasha rambled on and Clint simply listened and played with her hair. When she finished he looked down at her and smiled, letting his hand trail down to cup her cheek.

Natasha smiled and leaned up, reaching up with one delicate hand to comb through Clint’s hair on the back of his head. Her fingers tangled in suddenly and she pulled him down into a slow kiss. There wasn't any heat behind it just soft, passionate kissing.

Clint pulled away with a throaty chuckle and looked at Natasha despite it being dark in the room enough light was in there for them to see each other.

"Nat, I am so lucky to have met you. You make me so undeniably happy and I hate to see you in such a low spot. I understand that today is a rough day for you but I'm here for you and I wont leave until you need me to. But right now you need someone here and that is gonna be me until you are sick and tired of it. I'm here to listen, comfort, and distract you from your pain in any way needed." Clint whispered sweetly, pressing his forehead to hers and wrapping a large hand around hers as it came up to touch the side of his face. All at once Natasha pulled Clint into another kiss, this time holding fire and desire in it.

Clint blindly reached around behind him until he found the lamp and turned it on. The sudden light made Natasha pull away and smile at him. "I want to be able to actually see you while I cause a distraction." Clint smiled as he shifted so Natasha laid on her back and Clint hovered over her.

They kissed for a long while, Natasha would nibble and bite on Clint’s bottom lip to pull out deep groans and grunts from the man above her. His hands ran over her sides and to her hips then up her legs that had wrapped around his waist. His hands wandered to her knees then came back up to her sides underneath her shirt. Clint pulled away to sit back on his knees between her legs, his rough hands gently massaged and caressed Natasha's pale breasts, giving them a firm squeeze before he began to pinch and tease her sensitive nipples.

Natasha's back arched into the stimulation and her eyes fluttered shut, her small hands gripped his large wrists to have something to hold on to while he touched her. Out of everyone she's ever been with he's the only one who stuck around long enough to learn exactly how to unwind her. She didn't understand why he stayed but she's more than thankful for it every day they spend together. Natasha sat up and ripped her shirt over her head before laying back down to let Clint continue his assault on her torso. He leaned down over her body to place a wet kiss right under her jaw, followed by on her collar bone, then he paused right below the collarbone to suck a dark purple bruise into the pale skin.

Clint always loves marking Natasha, he thinks that the dark purples, blues, and reds all look beautiful compared to her skin as white as cream. He loved how they made her body shiver and rather than snarky remarks he pulls beautiful moans from between her cherry red lips. He loved pleasing Natasha, he would spend hours teasing her and making her feel the best she ever has before.

Clint continued his kisses, kissing between the soft breasts before going off to the side and swirling his tongue around the perky nipple, then closing his lips around it to suck on the skin softly. He let His teeth slowly and carefully scrape over the sides before he pulled away and smirked as he saw the heaving breaths Natasha was taking. Whenever he stopped the assassin would lift her head up with a pout, followed by a whine from the back of her throat.

Natasha swirled her hips around and pushed them up against Clint's. Even through the soft material of her pants and his sweat pants she felt a jolt of pleasure spark through her abdomen. She impatiently ran her hands under his shirt and tugged it up and off. Immediately her eyes landed on his chest and his arm, Natasha always loved his tattoos, she loved to admire them and take her time to kiss over the soft inked skin. Just as she went to flip them over to appreciate his body Clint put a firm hand on her chest and leaned down again.

"I know you like to take control, princess. But tonight is about you. Im going to make sure you see how perfect I think you are no matter what your past consists of." He whispered against the soft skin of her flat stomach. Natasha bit her lip and relaxed, slowly calming herself down and taking a deep breath in before closing her eyes and letting herself be pleasured.

Clint took this as an okay and pulled her fuzzy fox print pajama bottoms off and tossed them aside. His lips traced over the faint mark of her abs and left more hickeys on the smooth skin before kissing down to her hips where he barely bit the jutted out hip bone and sucked in a mark as well. Natasha's hips jerked roughly with every kiss and bite, she was practically grinding her now exposed clit against his jaw. Clint snickered at her impatience and wrapped his tan hands around her thighs before diving in and moaning against her clit as he finally tasted her.

Natasha let out a very audible squeal and immediately her back arched, her bright eyes rolled back, her thighs clenched around Clint’s head, and her long nails scratched his scalp as she pulled his hair roughly. Clint only let out another moan against her, looking up her body at Natasha blissed out face. She let out quiet moans, she usually wasn’t that loud in bed until it came to Clint’s fingers.

Rather than jumping straight to his fingers Clint decided to continue lapping at her swollen clit, flicking his tongue against the nerves and smirking as Natasha's hips arched up against his face. She mumbled random nonsense, which Clint zoned in on.

"Oh fuck... Fuck fuck fuck Clint... Oh my god-fuck-" Nat panted and let out a surprised squeal when suddenly Clint’s middle finger pushed into her all the way to the last knuckle. Her body froze as he continued sucking and licking over her clit, his finger slowly pumped a couple of times before suddenly curling up all at once which made Natasha lock up and let out a loud moan from the sudden intense pleasure rather than the dull, constant pleasure from his tongue.

Suddenly all of her senses were heightened, Clint continued quickly curling his finger inside of her while his tongue flicked back and forth across her clit. She felt as if it were too much yet still not enough.

Clint was relentless, he wasn't slowing down at all. He added a second finger to Natasha and curled them both, Natasha felt a tight knot curl up in her abdomen. Her hips thrusted against the pleasure and bucked erratically. Clint pressed a hand down on her pelvis which caused Natasha to clamp down all at once and and keep Clint’s fingers inside of her. His tongue worked against her as her walls clenched and unclenched through her orgasm as it ripped through her. She hadn’t had an orgasm this powerful in over a month, some juices leaked around Clint’s strong fingers. Finally she relaxed and looked down at Clint who had pulled away and sucked his fingers clean.

He kissed up Natasha's body and licked his lips before kissing her softly. "Do you have the energy for one more, Natasha? If not that is perfectly fine we can go and get in a bath and then come back in here and cuddle until you fall asleep." Clint began rambling this time, Natasha giggled and kissed him again with a satisfied hum.

"I can go again, but I'd rather you let me have a taste of you." She rasped, sitting up and urging Clint to lie back. He wasn't going to complain at all so he followed as she said and lifted his hips as she tugged down his sweatpants.

Natasha wasn’t in the mood to tease so she looked up through her long lashes as she gripped Clint at the base and slowly sank down. She had to pull back about halfway down and push her hair back before sinking down once more, this time closing her eyes and taking a steady breath through her nose as she allowed her throat to relax. Her gag reflex tried to tighten around the head of Clint’s cock but Natasha had to force herself to fight it and take him down all the way.

Clint let his head fall back and a groan fall from his lips, his hand came up to Natasha's hair to push it back and grip it tight. Natasha hummed a little as she pulled back, saliva dripping down the shaft slowly. She then suctioned her lips tightly around the swollen tip before sinking back down, Clint jerked his head up to watch Natasha as he moaned again. His eyes fluttered just as she glanced up and sank all the way down again.

Natasha continued this steady pace until Clint was grinding his hips up into her. Finally Natasha pulled off and looked up with wide eyes. "You can fuck my face, Clint. You know that." She smiled, he grinned and pulled her back to his cock. She opened her mouth and slid just past the tip into her mouth then let Clint take control from there.

The archer pulled her down a bit more before thrusting his hips up into her mouth, once he got used to the feeling he let himself thrust faster. Clint moaned and let himself go, his muscles were pulled taut and he felt his climax building all too quick. Natasha knew this and waited patiently, adding in soft moans as he hit the back of her throat. His thighs tensed and pulled up just a little bit as his head fell back hard against the pillows.

He couldn't form proper words but Natasha felt the pulsing cock and closed her lips around it just as she felt the hot, salty cum shoot out and land on her tongue and even down her throat. It kept going and once he was done she pulled away, she swallowed everything in her mouth and stuck her tongue out at him. Clint smiled and reached up, cupping her face and stroking over her cheek.

"I hope you don’t think we're done yet, I'm gonna be distracting you all day." Clint said with a wink.

I will eventually work on titling my works, just give it some time so I can first put out more (hopefully) higher quality works

Steve Rogers & Tony Stark 18+

✴ Prompt: N/A

✴✴ Warnings: Smut, teasing, gay smut

✴✴ Word Count: 3101 (smut starts a little less than half way through)

✴✴ Notes: This is an AU in which Peter is their adopted son, obviously this is pre endgame

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It had been a long day, to say the least. Steve came inside, he slid off his shoes at the door and marched up the stairs and into his room. Tony was down stairs cooking with Peter who is about to head out for a camping trip with his friends. So Tony and Steve have the house all to themselves for a week and a half.

Steve set his shield down in the room, propping it up against the wall before he walked into their closet, pulling out a grey t-shirt and a pair of sweat pants. He tossed his dirty suit into a hamper and went to the bathroom to scrub his face clean. The plus side about the suit was despite the sweat he never really got noticeably dirty except his face. So he cleaned off the dirt and went downstairs. He'd take a shower later.

Once he got into the kitchen he came up behind Tony and leaned down to kiss his cheek, then came up to Peter and gave him a tight hug, kissing the side of his head before letting him go. They all fell into the usual go about of things, Tony let Steve take over with cooking, Tony washed dishes as they needed them, and Peter would put away dishes and hand Steve whatever he needed. It was a simple routine honestly. Tony and Steve would discuss their days at the table, Peter would tell them what happened at school that day or the latest gossip

"Are you going to be here for dinner, son?" Tony asked Peter, glancing up with a raised brow quickly before looking down at the nearly empty sink. The angelic boy nodded quickly, setting his phone down and looking at his dad with a smile. "Yes sir I am. I'll have to leave right after though so I wont be able to help out." He explained before he got a text, Peter glanced at it and smiled.

"Actually, Ned said he's ready to leave now if you two are okay with that." He said as he began to stand up. Steve set the spoon he was using to the side and looked up at Peter. "Of course its okay, son. We know where you are, you'll have your suit ready just in case, and we trust Ned. Be sure to keep in touch." He said, Tony nodding behind him.

Peter came up and hugged the both of them, kissing their cheeks before heading upstairs to grab his bags and head out to Neds.

Steve and Tony fell into a comfortable silence before Cap got bored.

"How was your day, Tony?" He asked as he worked on the sauce for spaghetti. Tony dried the last dish and came to prop himself on the counter beside the stove.

"It was really good. I got to talk to Harley today, and Wade too. I saw Natasha while I went to get some groceries." He said with a smile. Steve couldn't help the fond smile as he stepped to the side and leaned forward, quickly kissing Tony's lips. It was supposed to be a simple, gentle kiss.

However, clearly Tony had other plans. When Cap went to pull back Tony grabbed onto his tight shirt, not pulling but just holding him where he was. He attempted to eagerly deepen the already hot kiss but Steve pulled away with a smirk.

Tony gave a childish pout, Steve was the only person who could see him like this. He was relaxed, truly calm. He truly trusted Rogers with his whole heart.

Steve booped his nose and went back to the sauce, stirring it and adding cilantro. "That’s for later Tony, after I've showered." He said quickly as he pulled out two plates and two wine glasses. Tony smiled wide and sat up, clearing his throat and hopping off the counter.

He took the glasses and helped set up the table, then sat in his usual seat right next to Steve's. Said man brought in the pot of pasta and sauce, followed by two bottles of wine. White and red.

Tony took the wine and poured himself a glass of white and Steve a glass of red. Steve plated the dinner and gave a warm smile as he sat down.

Throughout dinner Tony and Steve calmly talked about their day, not saying much but enough to fill the silence. Then the conversation got more bold and flirtatious as the bottles slowly emptied.

"Steve, remember the first time we had sex?" Tony asked, seemingly out of nowhere. Steve almost choked on his food, clearing his throat and turning his head to look at Tony with wide blue eyes.

He regained his composure, putting on his usual charming smile. "Of course I do. It was in your room at your place. I showed up on your doorstep, right after a battle. You were so scared you had no clue what to do I mean hell it was well past midnight and a bleeding Captain America covered in soot and dirt showed up at your doorstep. You pulled me into your bathroom and ran me a bath. I remember being nervous to take my clothes off in front of you. Hell you ended up having to take my pants off for me since they were stuck to my leg." Steve chuckled fondly, shaking his head a bit before sipping his glass and pouring some more and continuing.

"You helped me into the tub, my hand was holding my crotch so you wouldn’t see it while I was getting in. Once I was in the water I relaxed and calmed down while you washed me. You started with my hair, commenting on how soft it was even after all the damage it has taken. Then you washed my face and cleaned all the cuts. You cleaned all of me, making a few naughty jokes to lighten the mood. Then when you dried me off you had me wait on your bed for some clothes. So I sat naked all except for a damp towel on my lap so I didn’t soak your sheets. I remember falling asleep at some point. I had a dream, and it wasn't a pleasant one at all. I woke up clutching your arms, practically screaming. When I saw you I instantly calmed down. You gave me a pair of joggers and we ended up cuddling while watching a movie. Well. One thing led to another. And so yeah." Steve finished quickly, face heating up at the memory of Tony's face as he bounced on Steve's lap.

He jerked out of his brain when he felt Tony reach over and grab his thigh, squeezing it softly before letting go and standing up. Only then did Steve realize that he was completely finished.

Steve suddenly decided he couldn't eat anymore and set his plate in the sink. He put the wine away and chugged his glass down before heading upstairs where he saw Tony go.

Once Steve walked into the room he heard the shower running and saw a little bit of steam coming out. He walked in and saw Tony, brushing his teeth and looking in the mirror. He saw Steve and smiled, "Coming to shower with me, baby?" He asked sweetly, pulling his shirt off before turning around to look at Steve.

Steve smiled and nodded, walking into the hot bathroom and pulling off his shirt. Tony was transfixed on his arms, the way his muscles rippled as he pulled his clothes off. Tony eagerly got on the counter again, smiling at Steve. "Come here sweet heart. I want a kiss." He made grabby hands to Steve, swinging his legs and tilting his head. Steve smirked and stood between them, hands resting on Tony's strong thighs.

They leaned towards each other at the same time, lips meeting in a gentle kiss. Tony’s hand resting on Steve's jaw, pulling him closer whilst Steve’s hands rested on Tony's waist. They pulled each other as close as they could get together, and only paused when Tony pawed at Steve's hips where the joggers still rested. He smirked and hooked his fingers underneath the elastic band, snatching them down over the plump curve of Steve's ass and down his muscular thighs.

As Tony leaned in for another kiss he smirked as their lips brushed. Mumbling a quick "That is America's ass." Before giving it a firm slap and smirking against Steve's soft lips. He felt rather than heard the sharp gasp before he was being lifted up, thankfully he was already naked as Steve carried him into the shower and closed the door.

Steve pressed Tony against the wall, groaning into his mouth as he pressed their hips together. They obviously couldn't get hard nearly as fast as they used to but they enjoyed the steady build up of pleasure. Steve carefully let Tony down before sitting on the cool shower bench and looking at his lover with a smirk.

Tony got the message and dropped to his knees, this was his favourite part. He loved watching and feeling Steve grow as he sucked him off.

Steve's head thunked back against thick glass as Tony took his semi-hard shaft into his hot mouth. His strong hand grabbed Tony's dark hair and led him into a fair paced bob, closing his eyes and letting out the faintest of groans. He wasn’t always a loud person, he would groan but mostly just bite his lip and listen to Tony's moans of pleasure.

Tony smiled as he felt blood rush to Steve's cock, hardening it quickly. Before long Tony had trouble sucking it all, he had to force himself to breathe through his nose and open his throat a bit to allow Steve to be fully sheathed in his mouth.

Every time Tony deep-throated Steve he had the same reaction, he'd always look down to look into Tony's eyes, hips twitching and lip forced between his teeth.

Tony hummed a little and reached up, he continued bobbing his head as he grabbed one of Steve's perk, pink nipples and gently rolled it between his tan fingers, rubbing over the tip of it before squeezing it again.

Steve couldn’t help the surprised moan as his hips jerked towards Tony and his back arched. His thighs were tense as he tried to force himself to breathe properly again and hold back.

Tony pulled up with a satisfying pop before he gave Steve a smirk. "Aw, are these still sensitive dear?" He teased, using both hands to tug and rub at Steve's nipples. He let out a hiss of pleasure and his back arched towards the pleasure again.

Suddenly Steve grabbed Tony’s wrists in one large hand and pressed him against the wall, standing up and pressing their chests together. Tony blushed and looked up at the smirking Steve.

Steve suddenly grabbed Tony's throat with his free hand, giving a firm squeeze that made Tony's legs tremble.

"So, you wanna play games, huh? Then you won’t get this sweet cock in you at all until you apologize and beg for it." Steve practically growled, leaning close to Tony, breathing it into his ear before he let go and quickly moved to turn Tony around.

"Are you going to apologize now my dear?" He asked softly, finger tip grazing down Tony's spine making him shiver and arch his back. He let it trail down to Tony's hole, rubbing against it but not pushing in.

Tony, being the brat he is turned to look back at Steve in his peripheral. "No." He said simply, sticking his tongue out but desperately pushing his hips back against the finger prodding at his hole.

"Fine. I can do this all day baby boy." He smirked and pushed in a long finger, Tony gasped and tensed a little at the shock but relaxed and bit his lip to hide his whimper.

Steve gripped his own aching cock and began to touch himself as he fingered Tony. He added in his second finger and arched it to push directly against Tony's prostate.

The shaking man let out a gasp and pushed back against Steve’s fingers, he replied by pulling them both out entirely. "Apologize. Or I'll leave you like this all night. Dangling on the edge but never once getting to cum." Steve threatened.

Tony gulped down his pride, one hand shooting back to find Steve's and grip his hand tightly. He cracked and closed his eyes, licking his lips before opening his eyes again.

"Okay okay Steve, fuck-Steve... I’m sorry for teasing you about your.. Your nipples being so sensitive I uh-" he had to pause to catch his breath when Steve let go of his own shaft to push two fingers back into Tony's hole.

"You what? Tony. Don't leave it like that." Steve teased, smirking at Tony’s determined look.

"I'm really sorry and please dear god fuck the day lights out of me before I do it myself Steve Jesus Christ I'm practically dripping over here don’t leave me like this please!" Tony begged all in one breath, gasping as Steve curved his strong fingers again and massaged over Tony's prostate.

Tony let out a long moan at the feeling while Steve pushed in a third finger, still rubbing against his prostate.

Tony bit back a whimper as he felt the pressure building up. His breaths were shallow as he suddenly bucked against the cool wall, gasping loudly as the shower sprayed away the sticky wet substance he just released. Steve seemed genuinely appalled at this, but soon he smirked a devilish smirk.

Tony whimpered as Steve continued rubbing against his swollen prostate, "Come on, baby boy. I've made you cum multiple times I know you can do this." He smirked and stood up from where he was kneeled behind Tony. He gave a soft slap to Tony's ass, watching as it jiggled gently.

"Come on Tony, kneel over the bench." He smiled and helped his lover into position. Tony smiled a little as he finally caught his breath and looked back at Steve.

Currently he was rubbing the blunt head of America's cock against his ready hole. Tony groaned and pushed his hips back a little, pushing Steve's fat head into himself.

They both let out a groan, Tony trembling and Steve gripping his hips in an iron hold. Slowly, Steve eased himself into Tony fully. He let out a breath and at the save time Tony began rocking his hips, knocking the wind out of Steve.

After he regained himself Steve gripped Tony's hips tighter and began thrusting, biting his plump lip as he did so. Tony however wasn't silent at all, he let out loud, feminine moans.

Steve gripped Tony's hair and used it as leverage to thrust faster. Tony looked back with a challenge. "I said fuck me Steve not make love to me god dammit! Fuck me like I'm your dirty fucking whore! Give me that cock sir oh good god-" Tony began blabbering nonsense after that because Steve did as he told him to and snapped his hips forward, pushing into him as deep as he could possibly go. His shaft rubbed against Tony's prostate as he thrusted making Tony's legs tremble and threaten to give out so Steve did what any boyfriend would do when giving their lover the best dick they've ever had.

He pulled out and lifted Tony easily, pressing him against the wall and wrapping Tony's legs around him. Steve pushed back in and he swore Tony thought he saw God himself. In this position Tony felt tighter and he felt Steve deeper inside him. His eyes rolled back as he gripped onto Steve, who was thrusting into him at a punishing speed. He leaned forward to bite and suck on Tony's neck, leaving a dark purple bruise on the side.

Tony whimpered softly, his cock throbbing between them. Steve smiled and gripped it, still thrusting as he began to quickly get Tony off, his hips and left arm moving quickly.

Tony let his head fall back as he let out a loud moan, trembling against Steve and digging his nails into Steve's firm back.

Without warning yet again Tony gasped as he came, it shot between them and coated their stomachs and chests, Steve didn't slow down at all. The water from the shower was cold by now but neither one of them cared, Steve held Tony up as he thrusted harder.

Steve felt his balls tighten as he pressed all the way into Tony he let out his first true moan of the night as he came hot and heavy into Tony, they both shivered as they felt it leak out just a bit between Steve's dick and Tony's tight hole. 

Slowly Steve pulled out, groaning and setting Tony down on the bench. He carefully washed him, using a wash cloth and gentle soap that smelled like vanilla.

Steve smirked as he kneeled down to help clean off Tony's thighs but saw he was so stretched it was already leaking out quickly and getting sprayed off the bench. He glanced up at Tony and grinned, leaning forward to gently lick over Tony's stretched hole. He heard the man squeak softly and his hand rest in Steve's hair. He was debating whether to pull Steve closer or push him away.

Sadly he chose the latter, Steve backed off as soon as he felt the gentle pressure on his head and looked up at Tony with a warm smile. "I’m sorry baby, you know sometimes I can hardly help myself." Steve said sweetly, standing up and turning off the water. He grabbed them two towels and began drying Tony off, once he was as dry as he'd get Steve dried himself off and carried Tony into the bedroom. He tossed their wet towels to the side and pulled a tired Tony under the warm blankets.

The shorter man instantly pulled Steve against him to cuddle against his tan chest. Steve wrapped their legs together and laid his head on Tony's shoulder, careful of his chest. He leaned up to quickly kiss Tony’s cheek before settling back down.

"Hey, Steve?" Tony asked after a few seconds.

"...Yeah?" A groggy Steve answered.

"I love you. And your sensitive nipples."

"Go to sleep. Asshole."

"Language."

Loki x demigod! Fem!reader (18+)

Prompt: N/A

Warnings: sex duh, uhhh. Not much honestly. Feels at the end?

Words: 2269 (nice)

Notes: I haven't had motivation to do anything except this. So here you go.

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Loki, god of mischief, the trickster, the frostgiant himself. Seen as evil, brooding, a maniac.

You, a mere demigod, able to simply change minds, put yourself in someones head to change their minds. Your mother, a goddess, your father a human. They thought it'd be impossible, and it was even frowned upon, however they let your mother carry out her pregnancy before executing her.

You proudly wore her name as a badge of honour. You weren't afraid of who may not like you or who may attack you for your family line. You were more brave than any other god or goddess in the temple, and you were considered noble to a degree.

Loki admired you, for every trait you held. He watched you from afar until you confronted him one on one.

You stood up to his "father" when you saw how poorly he was being treated, you told him to be kind, and treat everyone as family.

Loki admired your strength, your bravery, your power over others. He became your best friend but good gods he wanted more than that.

He wanted to hold you, treasure you, treat you as you deserved to be. Like a goddess.

You as well held passion for Loki, but wanted to wait for the right time. And wait he did.

Loki didnt even look at another woman whilst he waited for you to ready yourself. He would come over every day and study with you, read all day, or play a long game of chess.

The two of you had formed a rather tight bond, so he was beyond grateful when you sat him down and told him exactly how you felt about him, and from there a relationship bloomed.

The others around you were not happy to find that the prince had fallen for a mixed breed. They glared daggers that he would simply throw back at them while the two of you walked hand in hand.

Men would stare in disgust because they saw you lower than a human, the women hated you because they wanted Loki for themselves.

The possessive glares irked you to no end so although you were very calm, level headed, and kind to everyone you would rant out your frustrations in the bath while Loki rubbed your shoulders.

Finally, one day a girl said something far too upsetting and angering. You gripped Loki's hand tightly and dragged him to your room, shutting the door and leaning back against it, pulling Loki against you to pin you against the door.

You were hurt by the woman's words despite knowing that you shouldn't be. But Loki knew what you wanted and he was happy to oblige.

He wrapped an arm around your corsetted waist, pulling you to him until your waists touched, his other hand grabbed one of your wrists and gave a firm squeeze while he caught your bottom lip in his own. You gave a quiet whimper as he bit your lip, causing your cheeks to burn bright.

The trickster pulled away with a chuckle and gave your lips a final peck, hand smoothing down your clothed back.

You wore a simple black gown with a deep crimson corset, Loki smiled as he easily unpaved the back of the tight material and let it fall open, your waist finally relaxed to its natural position, your breasts fell where they laid comfortably, Loki admired each curve of your natural body before giving you another quick kiss.

"Where do you want to do it my love? Bed? Shower? On a counter somewhere?" Loki asked in a low, gravelly voice, one that shook you to your very core.

"Bed, please." You whispered, cheeks tinged pink as you let him grab your hand to lead you to your messy bed. It wasn't dirty, the sheets were just pushed to the very bottom, pillows were lazily tossed around, it was just unorganized.

Loki didnt mind at all, he brought you to a stop just beside the large mattress to pull you in by your waist. He pulled you into another deep kiss, his fingers danced across your dress before finding its zipper on the back. He hastily pulled it down and let it begin to fall, helping you out of the sleeves and helping pull it past your hips. You were barefoot as usual, preferring no shoes for comfortability.

You laid back on the bed, slowly scooting so Loki could follow you. Once you were situated comfortably he grabbed your thigh, inching it away from the other one as if he had all day. Which he did.

You let yor legs open, smiling as Loki admired your almost naked body.

He leaned over you, sliding between your legs and giving your lips another kiss.

"That foul woman was wrong in every word she said." He whispered, a scary edge to his voice.

"You are mine, and I dont want it any other way. You shall be my wife, my perfect princess. You are mine as i am yours." He whispered against your lips. You smiled at his words, one hand curling into his dark hair to pull his mouth away.

"Then show it, claim me once more, Loki." You demanded, grinning wildly as he smirked and went to work.

You laid back again, tilting your head back as he placed his cold lips against your neck, sucking over your pulse on a mission to leave a visible mark that you were his and only his.

As he kissed further down you relaxed, smiling as he kissed over your chest, cupping both of your breasts to lightly pinch at your rosey nipples. He wrapped his lips around one and you gave a shrill squeak as he playfully bit a little before letting go and running his tongue over it to help soothe it.

Loki appreciated your body more than he could ever explain, he made sure to always take his time with you.

You knew this, of course, and it only made you love him even more.

You giggled quietly as Loki began to kiss down across your stomach, then began to slowly pulled your crimson red panties down. He tossed them aside before taking a moment to admire your full glory.

You were taken by surprise when you dove down moments later to bury his face against you. Your face immediately reddened but you couldnt focus on that because his tongue was teasing over your clit side to slid, dipping down to lap over your soaking hole, then coming back up to lap at your clit.

You let out breathy moans and soft whines for more, legs spreading more as your hands reached down to tangle into his jet black hair. Loki smiled before shifting and adding his dominant hand into play.

You were surprised when you felt his middle finger prodding at your hole but let out a full moan as it pressed in all the way and immediately curled against your g-spot. Within seconds Loki added a second one and rubbed happily against your sensitive spot, causing your thighs to tremble and fingers to tug on his hair.

His tongue never left your needy clit as he fingered you, which caused you to moan more.

The pleasure was building up, leading to a feeling of pure euphoria.

When your orgasm hit, it hit like a truck.

Your eyes buldged before closing tightly, your lip tucked firmly between your teeth as your hips suddenly jerked erratically against Loki's talented mouth. He didn't stop until you were finished, then he pulled away and stripped himself, getting out of bed as he did so.

Loki did it slowly, smiling as you stared at him with hungry eyes. When it came down to the last article of clothing, you could very clearly see his erection through it. Usually you would kneel for him and give him the Royal treatment but tonight was different. You watched as he reached into a drawer beside your bed, and pulled out a solid black cock ring.

"I am going to make you mine. By the time I am finished, my queen, everybody will know that I only have eyes for you." He said softly, crawling back over you and giving you a deep kiss, tongues clashing and fighting before he pulled away and positioned himself between your legs, the fat girth pressed against your slick cunt.

"Please Loki, don't start teasing me now my king. Make me cry your name to the gods and make sure everyone in all of Asgard knows." You whispered, looking up at him and holding eye contact as he nodded and slowly began to press in.

He held his cock by the hilt to keep steady as he pushed in, the both of you moaning as he pressed all the way in. Your eyes fluttered as he looked down where he connected to you.

With him, you felt so absolutely stuffed full, it knocked the wind out of you and made you dizzy.

Loki gave you a moment to take deep breaths before he squeezed your hips and pulled out, then thrusted in again.

You both moaned, your head pressing back further into the soft pillow. Loki leaned over your body, bracing himself on his forearms.

Then he set a solid pace, satisfying the both of you more than words could describe. One of your hands grabbed his and the other left bright red claw marks down his back.

Loki went on for a while until he reached between the two of you, watching your reaction as he began to furiously rub your clit again. He gave a surprised groan when it caused you to constrict around him so tightly that he had to stop and let you relax again.

This went on for hours, eventually he had one hand rubbing your clit, your hips grinding in a sloppy pattern with his, you held your own breast and played with your own nipple as he kissed over your neck.

The combined pleasure made your eyes roll back in pleasure, your thighs trembled and completely seized as you came again, squeezing around Loki's hips tighter than they ever had before.

Once you had came one more time, Loki pulled out and snatched the ring off. You, despite being a little dizzy, rolled onto the floor on your knees and Loki came to edge. His hand moved at lightning speed until he gave a thrust into his fist and came.

It was a sight to see. Lokis hair stuck to his forehead from the sweat, his cheeks pink and eyes blown wide. He panted as his cum shot out onto your chest, your collarbones, your cheeks, and a little landed near your mouth.

You swiped the small amount beside your lip away and sucked it off before leaning forward and giving a long, slow lick over the head of Loki's softening dick. It weakly twitched and spit out the last bit of what was a large load.

Loki chuckled and stood up a second later, dragging you into the bathroom to clean you up. He grabbed a washcloth and as he cleaned his cum off of you he also was sure to leave many more hickies across your neck.

You tried to stay silent, you were sore and weren't ready for another round yet, but when you let out a soft whimper Loki smirked. His hand slowly trailed down between your legs, laughing as he felt the slickness. You pouted but still slowly dragged your hips across his hand.

Loki went along with it, except at one point he crooked his fingers and suddenly two fingers buried themselves inside of you. They curled against your spot and switched between rubbing against it or pressing against it for added pressure.

You leaned your head on his shoulder, moaning and panting weakly as you let him please you once more. It took almost no time for your eyes to fall shut again as you managed to cum once more with a long moan of Loki's name.

After that the prince cleaned you up and made sure you were cleaned up before carrying you into the bedroom again. He put you in your comfy clothes before sliding beside you, completely naked. It was almost dark so you two were going to head to bed already.

"Loki, why do you stay?" You asked randomly in the night. You had woken up from a weird dream and just felt the need to ask.

You could feel Loki's breathing change suddenly, and a long while passed. As soon as you were going to turn over and forget about it, he began to answer.

"I stay because you had my attention since i first heard you speak. Not when i first saw you, but when i heard how intelligent you are. When I heard your name. When I saw and i heard how you've been treated. You are so intelligent. You're hilarious, you read and play chess for fun, you are amazing at everything you do my queen. I stay because I know and trust that you'll stay with me as well. I love you my sweet dear and i always will." He had sounded groggy, but you loved it. Tears brimmed your eyes as you cuddled closer to him and closed your eyes.

"I love you Loki. But I'll tell you why later." You said before yawning loudly.

The both of you fell asleep cuddled closely, dreaming fondly of each other.

"I can do this all day," 

⭐Happy Birthday Rogers⭐

(July 4th, 1918)

PSA

I need you guys to lemme know what you all want, I need ideas, I need requests, I do anything and everything except:

ThorxLoki (too close for comfort sibling wise)

And TonyxPeter because to me Peter is like his son.

I personally don't like Steve x Carol but if it is requested like five times then I'll write it.

Beautiful (Loki x Fem!Reader)

Prompt/summary: soft Loki appreciates his curvy girls body when she feels especially bad

Warnings: no smut but nudity, implied smut, body worship, pet names

Note: I'm on a Loki kick right now forgive me, wanna do something a lil soft

Words: 1,300

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Today just wasn't a good day, Loki had to leave early this morning to go see Thor so you woke up alone, you also woke up way too early for seemingly no reason, you drank your coffee and lounged on the couch in your pajamas, feeling just overall gross today.

Eventually you managed to go take a shower, as the water warmed up you stared at your nude body, hand skimming over the deep purple lines along your sides, wanting to throw up at the feeling of the bumpy skin, the feeling of the rolls you have there. You knew you weren't unhealthily overweight, but you hated the rolls of fat that settled on your waist that you couldn't seem to get rid of.

Deciding that you had enough of just staring at the hideous reflection in the mirror you got in the shower, you washed quickly, not wanting to be nude longer than you had to be.

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When you were finally done you wrapped a towel around your body and your hair before going into the bedroom to dry off snd get dressed. You just wore sweats and one of Loki's hoodies, despite how slim he was his hoodies fit you perfectly, youd never been more thankful of the fact that he buys them too big on purpose.

You went downstairs, grabbing a bottle of water and laying on the couch again. You almost felt hungry enough to get up, then looked at how the dark fabric stretched over your body and decided that you weren't hungry at all.

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Loki came home around 3, you were quietly eating just a sandwich, the headache from the lack of food giving you the motivation to make something. He came in bearing gifts, holding a bag in one hand.

"Good afternoon, my love. I'm sorry if I woke you this morning when going to see my dimwitted brother." He apologized, leaning over to you and kissing your cheek. When he sat back he had an adoring smile and it made you smile as well.

"No no, you didnt wake me up, except when you said goodbye, i went right back to sleep." You told him, sitting up and giving him room to sit down.

He took the seat and opened up the bag in his hand. "Thor and I stopped by the shops today, and I saw a few things you might like." He said with a cheeky grin. He pulled out a new nightie, a silk, baby pink one with lace lining the top and bottom. You accepted the gift and neatly folded it in your lap. He also pulled out a pair of dorky socks, a pair of Christmas ones with lights and reindeer on them. You giggled and admired them, setting them in your lap as well.

"I have one more and then I'll listen to you talk about your day for hours." He said quickly, reaching in the bag and pulling out a dark green crop top.

You tried to hide your mild disappointment, taking the top and folding it in your lap. You couldnt be upset with Loki, he just thought youd like it and you do, but just not on you.

"My love? What's wrong?" He asked, setting the bag to the side and sliding closer. You looked up at him, then back at your lap, knowing you couldnt lie.

"I really like them, today I just haven't been feeling too good about... Well... This." You said, gesturing to your torso.

The clothes were taken from your lap and Loki pulled you into his with surprising ease. "My queen, I'm sorry you haven't seen your beauty today. But even in my clothes you are absolutely stunning, and you are the woman I fall in love with more and more every time I see you. Whether you're wide awake and rambling on and on, or sleeping peacefully and drooling on my pillow. I still think you're beautiful." He promised, your face warmed at the affectionate words, smiling and avoiding his eyes.

"My love, if it's alright with you I'd love to show you all of your physical perfections." He said with a suggestive tone, smiling and nuzzling his face against yoir neck, planting soft kisses along your jaw.

It didnt take any convincing, he was the only man you were ever truly comfortable showing your body to, you nodded as best as you could and felt his smile widen.

"Let's go to the bedroom then, my love." He hummed, swatting your butt as you stood up off of his lap.

You both rushed to the room, Loki went ahead and pulled off his top, then wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you close.

His arms squeezed you tightly, his lips found yours and held so much passion it made your legs weak.

"I love everything about you, my queen. Your lips are so soft and sweet, they feel so good against mine." He whispered, leaning in for another quick kiss before laying you down on the bed, his hands roamed under the hoodie and pulled it up. Loki allowed you to sit up so he could pull it off, then immediately had you lie back.

He kissed down your body, stopping between your breasts. "I love your pretty tits so much, they're so soft, such pretty nipples, fit so well in my hands." He rambled, as if he couldn't get all of his thoughts out.

Then he kissed further, by now you were squirming, whining and itching to hide yourself despitewhat he was doing. Your legs were tingling pleasantly and your heart was pounding.

"Your stomach, I can't wait to see you carry my children of you wish, I love how soft your stomach is, I love kissing it andtracing over each stretch Mark you have here. No matter what I'll love this tummy and I'm so glad you have some fat here, my Queen. We both know I'd break you if you were too small." He said with a deep chuckle at the end.

The kisses there made your legs shift a bit and squeeze against Loki's sides. You were so overwhelmed with emotion tears sprung in your eyes, falling down the sides of your face as Loki continued to worship your body as if you were the god.

You felt Loki tug at the waistband of the sweatpants, you raised your hips and helped him as best as you could.

Once they were off Loki kissed down further, bypassing where you wanted him most and kissing down your left thigh. He felt the bumps from both stretch marks and ugly scars left there. His heart ached to even think about you being in such a dark place.

"Your thighs, gods, they're so warm, so plump and nice to hold, feel so good when they squeeze my head a little extra hard. They look so good in that one pairof jeans I bought you, and they look so good in your wedding dress, they look so fantastic in anything you wear. Your entire body always looks so amazing." He whispered into the skin just loud enough for you to hear.

You sat up suddenly, grabbing Loki's head and pulling him up for a very sudden kiss, wrapping your fingers in your hair and tugging on it. He leaned into you and held your legs on his sides.

"Loki you're so good to me, I love you so much." You whimpered, his hands were soothing against your bare skin.

You both praised each other between the kisses, before you pulled back and wiped your eyes. Loki and you both laughed and stared ateach other for a long while.

"Are we... Going to...?" You asked softly, biting your lip and squeezing his hips softly.

Loki laughed again and nodded, leaning down for another kiss.

Maybe you just needed him to reassure you that you were still beautiful.