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Terrible, Awful Things (Loki x F!Reader)

A/n: Yeah, I wrote this while watching Loki season 2 episode 2 3 times in a row. What about it?

Word count: 5.5K of pure smut OOPS

Warnings: Smut with incredibly miniscule plot. 1st POV. Established relationship. Unprotected PIV. Primal/prey kink (Loki's gonna chase you!). Dom/sub dynamics (that are handled very poorly, and your first time using them should absolutely not be like they are in this fic!). Use of daddy. Inappropriate use of magic/illusions. One (1) pussy slap. Vibrator. Edging. Reader is a total brat! Good for you! Multiple orgasms. Implied aftercare, but not in detail.

It all started with a party. One of Tony’s big shindigs that he likes to put on for no particular reason, an excuse for all of the Avengers holed up in the Avengers Tower to get glammed up and get shit-faced.

Loki and you are squished right next to each other around a little round table with Natasha, Bucky, Tony, Sam, Steve, and Thor. The drinks have been flowing unbounded, loosening everyone’s lips to a dangerous point in a very unhinged game of Never Have I Ever.

“Never have I ever been railed to a point where I can’t walk,” Natasha says with a sly grin. Notably, Steve, Bucky, and Tony do take a shot, avoiding eye contact with everyone else. Loki takes a shot as well, but you do not.

And everyone stares at you.

Including your partner.

“What? I haven’t,” You say defensively.

Natasha glances between Loki and you skeptically. “I find that very hard to believe. Tony’s a perv; he chose to not make the walls sound-proof.”

“I’m not saying I’ve never been railed successfully, or haven’t been sore, but I’ve never, like, got up and collapsed,” You shrug, glancing at Loki, who is staring at me with a softly stunned sort of look. You put a hand on his shoulder, giving him a look as if to say It’s not an insult.

It’s Tony’s turn next, and his eyes are still glued on Loki and you. “Alright…never have I ever wanted to be railed to a point where I can’t walk,” he says slowly, still staring at you both.

You look down at the table and slowly drink.

Everybody starts screaming. Bucky claps Loki on the back as if he knew Loki was in for it. Loki’s mouth has slightly opened in shock as he barks out a single, sharp laugh. 

“Okay, I think I’m done with the game now~,” You say, backing away from the table sheepishly. “I’m gonna turn in. Goodnight, y’all!” You squeak, turning around.

And promptly running directly into your partner’s chest. Damn his teleportation skills. “Hi,” You say in a tiny voice as his hand closes around my arm, holding me tightly.

“Hi,” he says, almost too cheerfully.

“Hi,” You repeat, not sure what to do. Your eyes flit around for an escape route. 

“Everything all right?” Loki asks inconspicuously, his brow furrowing in that way that makes you melt.

“Everything’s great. Everything’s great…you want a drink, love? I can get you a drink before I turn in, yeah?” You ramble. Loki lets go of your arm and scans the crowded room, avoiding the blatant stares from the table you were just at.

“Oh, I’m fine.” He says, tilting his head and stuffing his hands into his pockets as he looks at you, almost condescendingly.

“All right. Then…I’m just gonna head off,” You say with a little fake laugh, patting his chest and slipping past him. 

His hand captures your arm again, preventing you from going anywhere. “Oh, don’t rush off in a hurry now, darling. We were just getting somewhere with that little game we were playing. I’m so terribly sorry that my performance hasn’t been to your satisfaction, my love!” He exclaims in mock sorrow, a hand pressed to his chest.

“No, Loki, that’s not what I meant-” You insist, trying to apologize.

“I know what you meant. And I don’t care. If you want it, you’re going to get it,” Loki interrupts, his voice dark and low as he looks down at you. You’re in a silent haze, looking up at him with slightly parted lips, ready to do anything he asked of you. “You have 15 seconds head start.” He says suddenly, surveying the room once more, then looking down at you.

“I-I what? What?” You repeat dumbly, blinking. 

“You have 15 seconds. To start running. Before I come after you.” He elaborates slowly, leaning down over you. “You want to get tamed? You want to get put in your place? You want me to fuck you so hard you can’t walk? Congratulations, darling, you’re about to get your wish.”

Swear to God, your brain was about 5 seconds behind. You blink at him before his words set in. 

You swallow hard when you realize what is to follow—a chase. A hunter coming after his prey.

The hunter? Him.

The prey?

You.

“Time starts now. Best start running, little rabbit,” Loki warns in a low voice.

\--/

So that’s how you ended up here, sprinting down the hallway. From counting in your head, you know that your 15 seconds are over and Loki will be coming after you. And there it is, those long, confident strides echoing down the hall. Not even trying to run, as if this were easy. 

Smug bastard.

You glance over your shoulder and see him walking, no, strutting towards you. He unbuttons his suit jacket swiftly with one hand and you swear, you could’ve came right there.

A little whimper that’s a mix of fear and arousal escapes your lips and your knees almost buckle. You turn away from him however and turn a sharp corner.

And that’s when you hear his footsteps pick up.

You are so fucking screwed.

You run as fast as I can, abandoning holding up your skirt and using your arms to propel yourself forward. Thank god your dress wasn’t that long. You can hear his fast and heavy footsteps behind you, advancing on you, stalking you.

You descend down a flight of stairs much slower than you would have liked, being unable to skip steps or jump to the bottom due to your heels. You can hear him getting closer, gaining on you. You make a left, using your hands to brace against the wall to slow yourself down so you don’t go colliding into it. You pick up speed again and you can hear him right behind you.

And then he laughs.

This fucker laughs as if this wasn’t affecting him at all.

His deep, rumbling chuckle reverberates up the walls, spiraling over you in dexterous sound waves that wrap you up in his baritone and chill you to your core.

And then you run into a locked door. You smack up against it and try to recover, looking around for an escape.

There is none. 

And there is Loki, slowing to a stop a few feet before you.

“Come on!” You shriek, struggling against the doorknob.

“Come on, pet. Did you really think you could outrun me?” Loki asks, only slightly out of breath as compared to your sharp huffs.

“Uh…yeah,” You say with a bratty smirk. You concentrate all my energy on pulling off a little magic trick that Loki had been teaching you. 

With a rather pathetic fizzle as compared to the blinding green and gold grandeur that accompanies his own magic, you disappear before his eyes. 

Loki’s eyes narrow and his neck twitches slightly as he inhales a sharp breath. “Little rabbit. You’ve been learning. Impressive,” he mutters to himself before turning around and beginning to stride toward where you came from. 

\--/

The first place that you can think of is the floor that your bedroom is on. With a sad fade-in, you find that my teleportation was a success! You allow yourself a few moments of celebration for being able to pull off the magic on such a short notice and under stress. You hear footsteps approaching quickly and turn to bolt, thinking it’s Loki, but it turns out to be Natasha emerging from the hallway that leads to your bedroom.

“Oh, thank God! I don’t know what I did down there, but I am in so much trouble with Loki and I am going to get my ass handed to me if he catches me! Like, sexually!” You explain in one breath to Natasha, stumbling towards her. 

“Woah, woah, what do you mean?” She asks in confusion.

“He just told me I have 15 seconds head start to run and that he was going to tame me and put me in my place and fuck me so hard I-” You try to clasp her hand, but it falls right through her in a green-gold shimmer. 

Your face falls as I watch the illusion of Natasha disappear. You whip around to find Loki standing in the doorway of the only exit from here. He’s rebuttoning the button that he had popped open earlier as if it were important to compose himself like a distinguished gentleman, although there was nobody else to be seen. “So unsophisticated, darling. You done being a naughty girl, hm?” He asks, tsking his tongue in disappointment before his eyebrows twitch with his condescendingly dark question.

You try to focus on teleporting yourself once more but to no avail. It almost feels like there’s a block in your mind, preventing me from accessing what Loki had taught me. You open your eyes and see Loki giving you a pitiful look, shaking his head as if to say You’re not getting out of this one. 

“Hey! No fair!” You whine, turning and trying to race to the kitchen. Like before, however, he’s standing right behind you. You swerve to avoid colliding with him, but instead tumble off balance and collapse on the floor to the right of him.

Loki sighs and watches you tumble to the ground, then looks back at the other illusion of him directly across. “It’s not a fair fight,” he agrees with you. 

You try to crawl and clamber to your feet in the hallway, only to find Loki emerging from the shadows at the end of it. You turn around - Loki. Your hand grasps at the doorknob to your bedroom and push your way in.

One, two, three Loki’s follow you inside.

You’re fucked.

You are completely and utterly fucked.

You back up against one of the walls, watching the Lokis converge in a little triangle surrounding me. You notice their shadows growing longer, larger beside you. You glance over and see that they look like Loki in his regalia, with his horns standing tall and proud on the two shadows on either side of you.

You look back at the illusions. The one on the left has one arm crossed over the other, the other arm raised to brush his lip as he looks at you. The one in the middle has both hands in his pockets nonchalantly, and the one on the right is fixing his cuffs.

All three of them are staring directly at you with looks that could only say You’re in for it, now. 

And you have never been more aroused in my life. If it weren’t for your panties (which are now completely ruined, mind you), you know you would be dripping down your leg. Something in their eyes tells you they know it too.

The middle Loki’s eyes flash green and suddenly the shadows on either side of you have reached out and grabbed you, pinning your hands above your head. You shriek in surprise and try to fight them, not knowing that this was a power that Loki had. “Since when is this a thing?!” You ask in astonishment.

Loki doesn’t answer, instead tilts his head as he considers you. “Are you done yet?” The one on the left asks.

“Don’t see much more of an option,” You grumble, pulling against the shadows.

“That’s a no, then…” The right one tsks in disappointment.

“Wonder what could make you my good girl again…?” The middle Loki asks rhetorically, taking a step closer. 

You let out a little whine, tilting your head pathetically as you look at him with big eyes.

“Did you have fun? Running away? Testing me?” The one on the left asks, advancing on you.

“I know what you’re doing, y’know,” You say defiantly, tugging against the shadows still.

Loki’s eyebrows jump up as he considers you, daring you to continue wordlessly.

“You’re just trying to scare me, get me into submission so you can have your way. So you can do terrible, awful things to me,” You spit, looking at him.

He closes his eyes and inhales deeply before shaking his head in disappointment when he notices you’ve gone quiet. “No, no. It’s riveting. Keep going. I want to hear more,” he urges, stuffing his hands in his pockets. The other two Loki’s have dissolved into oblivion.

“Good!” You huff, although your voice has a nervous little wobble in it. “You can only use your magic to get me to submit. You’ve never done this before, but of course now you’re relying on what you know. Can’t play fair.”

Loki’s head tilts down as he stares at you through his hard brow. “Is that right?” He asks darkly. The shadows begin to bring your hands down from above your head to behind your back, forcing you down on your knees slowly.

“You just use your skills and your magic and your teleportation and illusion-casting to get what you want. That’s all. You’re starting to make me believe that gods don’t even have that raw stamina we talked about earlier,” You shrug, finally dropping my fight with the shadows as you look up at him from your seat on the floor.

He inhales a sharp breath, looking up at the ceiling, then down at the floor.

And he chuckles.

And it scares you.

Because you know it cannot be a good sign.

“Thank you, pet…very much. I really am touched.” He inhales a sharp breath. “You know, you’re right. I have done some terrible, awful things,” he admits, squaring his body up to face yours. His voice is so hushed, almost at a whisper as he exaggerates his words. “Yeah, maybe that is who I am. It’s the real me.” He claps, startling you. “A loser. A runt. Always have been, always will be,” he agrees, leaning in. Your brow furrows in confusion as he continues. “And perhaps I’ve been…” He struggles for the words, his eyes growing a little wider, a little more feral. “...holding something back.”

“Loki…” You warn quietly, working back against the wall on your knees with the shadows.

He advances on you slowly, breathing a little harder. “Perhaps I’ve just been…biding my time.” He flashes you a toothy grin that screams danger, like a wolf’s mouth. “Perhaps I’ve just been waiting for a moment like this…” he folds his arms in front of him, one hand clasping the other as he stands directly above you, looking down at your knelt form. “So I can do terrible…awful things. To you,” he whispers calmly, a menacing grin on his face.

“Loki,” You whimper, looking up at him.

“What is it, little rabbit? Don’t tell me you’re done now, after all that fight you put up? Where’s your spirit, hm, darling?” He taunts, tilting his head. “So, I’ll ask you one more time. Are you going to be a good girl?”

You don’t know why, but you shake my head “no.”

Actually, you do know why.

You want to know what the consequences of your actions are for once.

“Hm. Alright then. Your choice, darling.” Loki says. The shadows relinquish their hold and slip away and Loki leans over you, grabbing you and pulling you up to your feet. He pushes you back on the bed, making you yelp in surprise. “No magic, hm? That’s fine. That’s just fine,” he purrs. He grabs two of his ties from his dresser and ties each to one of your wrists, and then to the frame of the bed, securing you tightly.

You tug on the ties but find them impressively tight. Since when does he know Boy Scout knots? Loki leans over, running his hands all over your body before grasping the fabric of your dress and ripping it off of you. It lays at your sides in tatters, which Loki tosses aside. You gape at him in shock, so surprised by that sheer display of strength. “How’s that for god-like athleticism, hm, darling?”

He goes into the closet and pulls out a small box. You watch him carefully, curious to see what his next move will be, not knowing what to anticipate. He opens the box and you watch him pull out a little curved red vibrator. One part goes inside, and the other latches onto the clit in some sort of sucking manner. You recognize it from ads and know that there’s a matching controller.

“That doesn’t work without a controller, so…whatcha gonna do?” You challenge, trying to come off as unbothered but it just lands as nervous.

He reaches back into the box and pulls out a little remote control with a challenging eyebrow raise. “This one?”

You fall silent. Of course he would have the controller; why wouldn’t he? He’s not an idiot.

“We’re going to have a little Q&A, yes?” Loki asks, kneeling on the bed and pushing your legs apart. He peels your soaked panties off and brings them to his nose, inhaling the scent like an addict. “Naughty girl. You liked being chased, didn’t you, little rabbit?” 

Your silence is met with a swift slap to your cunt, making you shriek in shock. This is completely new territory. “Your safeword is Tesseract. Use it wisely,” Loki instructs. He looks down at your sopping pussy, not with lust (although there is always lust in his eyes when it comes to you), but almost with a clinical eye, as if he really didn’t care that it was practically weeping for him, but wanted to make sure it was in working order. “Don’t really think I’ll need to get you ready, will I? So, your question is this. Why are you being such a brat? Simple question, really, but doesn’t mean we can’t…enjoy ourselves as we go along,” Loki says, turning on the vibrator and watching it roar to life.

Your eyes widen at the intensity of the vibrations. You squirm, trying to lock your ankles together to keep your legs shut, but Loki is having none of that, grabbing your legs and pushing them to your chest, spreading your legs enough for him to tuck the vibrator in and attach it snugly to your clit.

You let out a cry, straining against the ties as it rumbles powerfully both against you and inside you. It’s intense and my body trembles immediately at the sudden intimate feeling where you had been aching for it most. Loki lets your legs go, moving off the bed so he’s just standing at the foot of it. He watches you squirm and writhe, trying to escape the intensity. Or trying to lean into it.

Even you couldn’t tell.

He evaluates the controller. “What does this one do?” He asks, glancing at you as he presses a button. A rhythmic pattern vibrates within you, almost as if in morse code. You let out a little gasp, tightening your hands into fists.

“L-Loki! Don’t just push buttons on that!” You insist, your body reacting against the vibrations dually stimulating you. “You could make me cum way too soon.”

Loki pauses, looking at you as he purses his lips. “Could I?” He retorts. His voice is light yet dark, innocent yet dripping with sin. It makes a desperate, shameless moan escape past your lips. He presses another button that gets rid of the pattern and puts it back to how it was before. 

You bite your lip, your head tossed back on the pillows as you try to bite back your moans. “This is exciting,” Loki chuckles, shifting on his feet in eagerness as if he were watching a sports game and not torturing you.

“Turn it off,” You whine, tilting your head. “Daddy, turn it off~!” You insist before letting out another little shriek when he hits the up arrow, intensifying the vibrations by one notch. “Oh! Oh! Okay, all right, all right-” You sob desperately.

“‘Daddy?’ Ooh, darling, that’s new. I like it,” Loki chuckles out, his lips forming a tight “o” as if he were impressed. “You are dirty, aren’t you?”

“I didn’t mean to be a brat, Loki, okay? I don’t know why you think that!” You insist, trying to work your way out of this predicament. 

“I don’t know if you know this, but I’ve done some terrible, awful things in the past…” Loki begins, throwing your words back in your face.

“Yeah, yeah, you have. You’re doing it right now, Loki!” You ramble desperately.

He grins at you like a kid in a candy store before pressing the up arrow again, making you cry out once more. Your body is on fire, alight with arousal. You can feel that fuse beginning to burn deep in my belly, making your legs start to tremble and your back arch. 

“I swear I didn’t mean to,” You whimper quietly, sweat beginning to bead on your forehead.

“Darling! You’re so convincing! I want to believe you, but you’re just– You’re such a good actor! So pretty when you want something,” he purrs, looking at your desperate body.

“Daddy, daddy, please, I swear-” You beg, tears starting to form.

“God, so gorgeous. So convincing,” he continues, ignoring you. His eyes travel down to your pussy, need dripping down your thighs. “Please tell me the truth. I know you’re lying.”

“Okay, okay, okay! I was just playing the game, alright, I was just playing along. I was drunk and was stupid,” You half-lie, hoping that the slight truth would be enough to fool him.

You realize that, although you don’t know why, you weren’t allowing yourself to cum.

Not without his permission.

It wasn’t something that you had really done before, orgasm denial. Sure, he would ask you to wait so we could finish together, but he had never edged you or anything like that before. So why were you being so obedient whilst also defying him?

“Right. So you were just feeling so drunk and silly that you thought insulting my performance publically was a good idea?” Loki asks, turning his head and glaring at you. “I had given you every drink tonight, and that was barely your fourth. I don’t buy it.”

He turns up the vibration again and you let out a long, drawn-out cry, scrabbling at the ties as your legs close in on themselves. He doesn’t stop you, instead, his gaze just hardens. “Do not cum.” He orders darkly. “Why are you making it so hard on yourself, hm, darling?”

“Oh my god~” You squeak, screwing my eyes shut. “Daddy, please, I swear. I wasn’t thinking, I just- was making a joke!”

“A joke? Well, it was very funny. Really witty,” Loki acknowledges before turning up the vibrator gradually, listening to it grow louder and louder along with your own desperate sobs and moans. The tears finally flood out, dampening your cheeks and making your makeup run.

“Don’t cum, little rabbit. Don’t do it,” he reminds starkly. You can barely think, You can scarcely speak with the intensity of the vibrations and your orgasm increasingly creeping up on you. You’re not sure you can hold it. “Just tell me why you were so adamant on acting up, my love.” His voice is so soothing, as if this was a civil conversation.

“I just wanted to know!” You exclaim finally when you know you can’t stop yourself anymore. It isn’t much of an explanation, but hopefully he will understand. To your absolute dismay, the vibrator stops, killing your orgasm with it. “No!” You sob with a devastation a little too dramatic. Perfect for Loki. “I just wanted to know what you would do…” You whisper, utterly defeated.

“There you go,” Loki coaxes with that velvety purr. He looks at you, watching your chest heave, the tears roll down a little slower. “Got there in the end.” He places the remote on the dresser and leans over you, pulling the vibrator out of your cunt. There’s a few strings of arousal connecting it to you. He brings the vibrator to his mouth, sucking your juices off of it, all while staring at you. He lets out a little noise of content, drawing a whimper from you in jealousy.

“This all started with you saying you wanted to get fucked so hard you wouldn’t be able to walk. I do hope you’re ready for that to happen,” Loki challenges, quirking his head as he begins to unbuckle his belt. 

This is almost equal torture, watching him strip lazily, still staring right at you as he peels off his jacket, unbuttons his shirt, unzips his pants. And you can’t touch him.

“I’m going to untie you. And you’re going to ride me. You will beg for permission to come,” Loki orders, undoing the ties around your wrists. He massages your wrists, kissing the marks that were left behind by the fabric. He lays down, propped up against the headboard in a leisurely seated position. He strokes his cock lazily, watching as you straddle him, dizzy from lust. 

You take his cock from him, giving it a few pumps and hovering over it, dragging the swollen tip through your folds before sinking down. Loki’s hands reach out instantly, snatching your hips tightly and stilling me. You let out a whine, looking down at him with eyes that were just pitiful with need. “Slowly,” he orders, looking at you and relinquishing his hold on your hips to allow you to slide down on his cock slowly. 

you let out a little whine as his coarse hairs brush against your clit when you’re fully seated on him. Your legs are spread to either side of his slender hips, your hands braced on his strong, pale chest. “Go on, darling,” Loki urges, holding intense eye contact with you that makes your pussy flutter. You begin to roll your hips, little moans escaping your lips as you start to ride him.

“There you go…atta girl, there’s a good girl,” Loki praises softly, his chin tilting up a little as he tries to control himself, although it’s clear this is affecting him more than he’s trying to let on as his breathing increases. You let out another little moan, your nails scratching at his chest as you ride him expertly. Your legs are starting to burn, but you keep riding him, feeling your orgasm approaching. 

“Are you close, darling? Hm? Do you remember what you need to do to cum?” Loki asks, looking at you expectantly.

“Please, daddy, can I cum? I wanna cum on your cock so bad, I wanna cum…please!” You beg, my body going pliant as I bounce on his cock, feeling it swell inside me. 

“Go on, darling. Cum for me. Cum for daddy,” Loki allows, almost growling as his hips buck up to meet yours, making you lurch forward, collapsing on his chest. Your sweaty skin is sticking together, your breasts pressed against his chest as your body spasms and you cry out in pleasure, your hips stuttering as he fucks you through it.

But he isn’t stopping. “L-Loki~” You gasp out, feeling your tears starting to well up again. 

“You can take it. You can cum again for me,” Loki grits, pushing you up off of his chest and holding you up, his large hands enveloping your breasts, kneading them as he bounces you on his cock. 

Your head falls back as you let out a pitiful sob, your hands on top of his as he works and twists your nipples. Your hips roll against his pathetically, your energy drained but way too aroused to want to stop. “Feels good, doesn’t it? Getting just what you want?” Loki asks.

You nod your head, letting out a “mhm,” unable to muster up proper words. In your head, however, you’re thinking that I’m really the one doing all the work…

Clearly you were a little too cockdrunk to remember that he could see your thoughts.

“Really? You’re the one doing all the work? Is that what you think?” Loki asks, tilting his head.

Your eyes widen when he vocalizes my thoughts, and it doesn’t connect what he has done. Not that it really mattered. “You will come again,” Loki demands, reaching down between you and dragging his fingers from where his cock is stretching you out up to your clit, bringing your dripping cum to circle around your clit. His tone tells me that there’s absolutely no room for you not to follow his orders.

His dexterous fingers tweaking your clit paired with your thrusts against him sends you over the edge at an embarrassingly fast rate, only a few minutes after your first orgasm. Your body trembles as you struggle to keep myself upright.

Before you can think, before you can come down from that high, Loki is flipping you over, staying tucked inside me but pinning your back to the bed, forearms braced on either side of your head as he ruts into you passionately, hot breath fanning over your neck.

Your eyes are squeezed shut in passion, his thrusts puncturing out weak little squeaks from your chest. “L-Loki!” You practically wail, reaching around him and clinging to his slender, defined back as if it would save you. Your nails scrabble at him; You know they’re leaving streaks of red in their wake but it doesn’t seem to faze Loki whatsoever.

“I do sincerely hope you have nothing planned for tomorrow…I don’t think you’ll be able to go anywhere,” Loki chuckles darkly in your ear, pressing his lips against that spot that has you preening, legs tightening around his hips as the tip of his cock kisses your g-spot repeatedly. 

Loki reaches down, grabbing your left thigh and anchoring it up over him. Just by keeping that one leg pinned up over him, he’s able to spread you perfectly on his cock as he parts your insides deliciously.

“I’m gonna-I’m gonna fucking cum again, Loki, please let me cum!” You beg pathetically, knowing you haven’t a prayer of holding back.

“Do not cum,” Loki growls, pulling back to look down at you. Fuck, he looks like a god. He is a god. His raven hair, once slicked neatly for the party, now hangs around him in messy droves. His eyes are wild, and sweat beads his hairline, glistening down his neck and across his collarbones. 

Your brows furrow in desperation as you cry out in contempt, your legs shaking uncontrollably once more as you try to hold it back. He fucks you steadily, burying his face back in your neck and making sure that you are thoroughly covered in a plethora of purple splotches.

You know you can’t hold on any longer and Loki can tell too. He reaches down to begin swirling his fingers over your clit. “If you don’t cum in the next 5 seconds, you don’t get to cum at all,” he orders. “5…4…3..tw-” He doesn’t even have to finish counting down before your back is arching off the bed, gripping his shoulders as your legs shake uncontrollably. You feel a surge of wetness between Loki’s and your bodies and something tells you that you just squirted all over him.

You can feel it dripping down your ass, forming a pool beneath you, but you can’t seem to care as Loki keeps up his swift strokes. The stutter of his hips indicates he’s getting close, along with the way his groans increase an octave, verging on whines as he fucks into you. “Take it…fucking take it!” He growls before slamming into you powerfully one last time, his cum filling you up, oozing out and meeting your squirt down on the bed. 

Loki falls limp on you, breathing heavily into your ear. You can’t really talk, but you tap on him rapidly to indicate that he’s crushing you. He rolls over with a little laugh, his body still glistening with sweat. “My gods, darling,” he chuckles breathlessly.

Your voice finally comes back to me, weak and hoarse as it is from screaming his name. You sit up and swing your legs over the bed with an effort to go to the bathroom to pee and clean yourself up, as both of your spend is currently dripping down your legs in a little waterfall. 

And the second you stand up, you crumble. As you sit there, awkwardly knelt on the floor, my legs tucked to the side, you remember exactly how this whole night started and I realize it ended with Loki being right. You try to clamber to your feet but fail miserably. “L-Loki?” You squeak quietly.

You look up behind you to see him peeking down from over the bed, the biggest shit-eating grin on his face. “Oh dear. Something the matter? You seem a little…unable to walk.”

“Fuck you,” You grumble, pouting on the floor.

“Darling, I just did. Three times over. Would you really like to go again?” He challenges playfully. He gets out of bed, and although his knees are a little wobbly too, he manages to pick you up, one sturdy arm under your knees and the other securing your midsection as he carries you to the bathroom.

“I love you,” You whisper, kissing his collarbone and leaning against his chest.

“Not as much as I love you, darling, I promise,” Loki vows, kissing your forehead.

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1. AbortionFinder.org

2. Planned Parenthood’s Find a Health Center

3. ABC News’ state-by-state legality list

4. Politico’s state-by-state legality list

Abortion-friendly (one asterisk indicates potential change and two asterisks indicate some limitations) U.S. states include:

Alaska

Arizona*

California

Colorado

Connecticut

Delaware

D.C.

Florida**

Georgia*

Hawaii

Illinois

Indiana**

Iowa**

Kansas**

Maine

Maryland

Massachusetts

Michigan*

Minnesota

Montana

Nebraska**

Nevada**

New Jersey

New Hampshire**

New Mexico

New York**

North Carolina*

Ohio*

Oregon

Pennsylvania**

Rhode Island

South Carolina*

Vermont

Virginia**

Washington

5. Finally, an important reminder: Research Shows Access to Legal Abortion Improves Women’s Lives

JESUS CHRIST WHY CANT PEOPLE LET OTHERS HAVE FUN?? LIKE OKAY IF SOMEONE JUST BECAME A STRANGER THINGS FAN LIKE WHO ACTUALLY GIVES A FUCK? WHY ARE WE GATE KEEPING A SHOW? LIKE I HATE PEOPLR ON TIKTOK WHO ARE LIKE “oh it’s the new stranger things fans who are obsessed with eddie and love chrissy wake up”, “if i hear chrissy wake up one more time i swear” SHUT UP. SHUT UP. SHUT UP. LET THEM HAVE THEIR FUN. LIKE I SAW SOMEONE EDIT THEMSELVES INTO A SCENE WITH EDDIE AND THEY WERE LITERALLY JUST TALKING AND GOT BANNED FOR IT? LIKE WTF? LET THEM HAVE THEIR FUN? like i get some of it, i saw that one tiktok where it was eddie saying like “yn your body is 90 percent water” and yn was like “yeah so?” and he was like “daddies thirsty” yeah i get maybe that could make some people uncomfortable and at some points may be considered cringey but that doesn’t make them a new fan or a bad person? leave them alone. please. god. if someone even is a new fan why is it a big deal? i’ve been a fan since the show first ever came out and i genuinely like the song “chrissy wake up” because it’s catchy and i love eddie munson because i relate to him in the sense i was bullied too, like for being different and just because people are assholes. TW: mentions of smut and audio porn, also death threats and suicide. people were literally harassing the guy who made the audio “getting dicked down by eddie munson” and sending him death threats and telling him to kill himself because “it was weird and gross” etc. if you don’t like it stay curious and don’t check it out? like c’mon now. and they’re all like “if eddie saw this he’d make fun of them” NO TF HE WOULD NOT? he literally got bullied his whole life, why would he do that to them as well? in my opinion, he’d be flattered people are even talking about him. some of y’all act like you know him top to bottom. and don’t get me started on the eddie x steve or the eddie x chrissy battle going on on tiktok right now. NEITHER OF THEM HAD ENOUGH SCREENTIME WITH HIM. EDDIE AND CHRISSY ONLY HUG OUT BC SHE WANTED DRUGS, AND ANYTIME EDDIE TALKED TO STEVE HE WAS ANNOYED. NEITHER SHIPS MAKES SINCE BUT WHO GIVES A FUCK? LET PEOPLE HAVE FUN. sorry about this rant to my moots and followers 😭 needed to get it out of my system. if your a person like this, meaning you judge someone based off their ships, when they joined a fandom, or just a bully DNI WITH ME AT ALL. i also don’t mean this in a rude way (the paragraph)

Bucky is Love❤️ Bucky is Life❤️

toxic | steve kemp series.

summary: steve kemp has found his match.

warnings: smut (18+), swearing, mentions of murder, poisoning, drugging, dark themes, fresh spoilers

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i hate those posts that are like "what if your mother aborted you?" because it's LIKE. i value my mother as having her own agency above my existence simply because she came first. if she aborted me, id be fine with it because in the fucking hypothetical of un-existence & knowing, id rather her have access to safe abortion than having to carry & birth when she didn't want to like wtf kind of egotistical question is that. do u not value yr mother in the least. whatever joys you've gotten out of life aren't greater than yr mother's choice

never related to a tumblr post more than this one

i have a ‘crush’ on all of these guys… I’m starting to see a pattern here

Stars - Eddie Munson.

Pairing : Eddie Munson x f!reader.

Genres : very very slight angst in the beginning but tons of fluff.

Warnings : none except some suggestive content.

A/N : take it as an apology for my angst fic sobs.

Synopsis : Eddie has been chasing you for months now, and when he offers you to stargaze with him during one summer night, you can only say yes.

Main masterlist.

wc : ~ 3,800

Tagging : @nkogneatho @sanoinc (I tagged u bc we talked about it but tell me if u don't wanna xx)

Rolling your eyes at his grin, you pushed him away, hiding your amusement from him.

"Oh come on, y/n, I know you missed me."

"Don't take your dreams for reality, Munson. What d'you want tonight?"

"A date. Just one, I swear it'll be enough to convince you, sweetheart," you snorted, taking a step back to leave his side, but Eddie's hand snaked around your arm, keeping you close to him.

"A glass of whisky, please."

"See? You can do it, big boy."

You went behind the counter and prepared his order in the bar, knowing damn well Eddie had his eyes on you all along.

You kept playing the annoyed waitress each time he came into your bar, but him and you knew it was a facade. You actually enjoyed his company, although you would never say it out loud.

You've been working here for a year, roughly, and Eddie was one of those regulars. He came into your bar four months ago, and since that evening, he made it clear that his goal was to take you on a date, something you continually refused to do.

Why? 

You didn't really know, because he was attractive, interesting, and extremely funny. Maybe it was because you knew he would chase you one way or another, and that despite your refusal, he would still be here.

Or maybe it was because you had already gotten attached and you were scared he would let go when you gave him what he wanted.

"Hey y/n, you okay here?" Your co-worker, Diana, put her hand on your shoulder, seeing how tight you were holding Eddie's drink, and only faking a smile, you nodded, leaving her side to join his.

"Here. You wanna pay now or- oh! Is that a new tattoo?" You pointed at the bats on his arm, and Eddie proudly showed it off.

"Yeah, it is. D'you like it?" You nodded, returning his smile. "It's cool, it kinda matches my vibes. But hey, y/n, you told me once you liked stars, yeah?"

"And why on earth are you asking that, Munson?" He rested his chin on his hand, grinning at your curious expression. A few seconds passed before Eddie pulled something from his jacket pocket, and narrowing your eyes, you noticed the small silver keys hanging from his finger. 

Tilting your head in confusion, you crossed your arms over your chest as Eddie wiggled his eyebrows at you.

"What if I told you that this baby opens Hawkins' observatory, huh?"

"You're joking." 

"I'm not, I wouldn't dare lie to you, y/n," his tone held a serious hint, but you shrugged it away, excitement coursing through your veins.

"Let me take you on a date there. Later on tonight, at 8 p.m. "

 He was so determined, and it flattered you very much. The way Eddie stayed all those weeks, trying to make you laugh, trying to make you smile, you couldn't ignore them, and despite the fear of abandonment, you decided to take the risk, for once.

"I'll be waiting for you, Munson. Don't be late." leaving him speechless, you turned around and went back to work, as if nothing happened.

Your heart was threatening to leave your chest; your whole body was on fire, but you faked indifference nonetheless. 

"That's funny, I don't remember seeing you wearing that skirt earlier?" You ignored Diana's comment, only focusing on the mascara you were applying to your eyelashes. But the girl nudged your waist with her elbow, a teasing expression on her face.

"Are you finally gonna see him? Bet you're gonna have so much fun together. He definitely looks like a kinky guy," she winked at you as you slapped her shoulder playfully.

"Shut up, Diana. Eddie is bringing me to the observatory, actually."

"Oh, so you're just gonna see the stars, huh?"

"Yes, miss I'm having sex every night."

"Ouch, you hurt my feelings, y/n," you chuckled at her comment, which tore a smile from her.

"No but seriously, he seems nice. Plus, he's been chasing you for months already, he's a good one,"

You put the mascara on the bench, turning around to face her. You took the time to look at her, biting the inside of your cheek before speaking.

"You sure…? I'm just- I don't know."

"It's gonna be fine, y/n. He's not the same as him, okay?" She took both of your hands in hers as you grimaced, your past relationship wounds still fresh.

"But what if-"

"Eddie isn't like this bastard, y/n. He's not gonna cheat on you. Hell, the guy is literally wrapped around your fingers! Have some self-confidence, he wants you; even a blind man could see it."

You stayed quiet as she comforted you, but the ringing of your phone broke the moment, and smiling warmly at you, Diana motioned to your phone with her chin.

"Go ahead, must be him," Checking the name on the screen, you felt your stomach churn, but you brought the device to your ear nonetheless. 

"Hey,"

"Hey, I'm here, in front of the bar. Are you ready?"

Looking around at your scattered belongings, you stood up quickly before tossing the stuff in your locker.

"In a minute, sorry!" His chuckle warmed you up, relaxing you.

"And here you were asking me not to be late earlier."

"I'm gonna be fast, don't miss me too much, Munson." He barked another laugh. "I'll be waiting for you, then." The call ended with his words.

"Don't make him wait any longer, y/n. Come on, I'll clean the bar, go!" Diana waved her hand in front of you, urging you to leave, and you listened, kissing her cheek before going upstairs and exiting the building by the back door.

Your eyes immediately found him leaning on his black Camaro, and you couldn't contain your smile anymore as Eddie whistled at you.

"Look at you. You look stunning." You snorted as the brunette pulled you to his chest, his arms wrapping around your waist.

"Thank you, Eddie. You don't look too bad yourself," 

"Why, thank you. Ready to see the stars?"

"More than ready." 

The drive to the observatory was filled with both of your laughter, music, and jokes from Eddie's side. You discovered that he could play guitar, a skill he promised to show you another time.

And maybe Eddie didn't realise it, but with those few words he reassured you that there would be another time, and another, and another.

"Okay. You'll go first, because if you fall, I'll be able to catch you, yeah?" You were facing the ladder that connected the bottom of the building to the roof, and as you lifted your head up, you noticed how high it actually was. 

"Don't look at my ass though,"

"I wouldn't dare," you snorted playfully at him as Eddie brought you closer, a hand on your hip.

"But you have to kiss me first, or no stars for you."

"That's blackmailing, Munson, you know ?" He was looking at you expectantly, and you simply sighed, tiptoeing. You could feel his hold tightening around your body as you pressed your lips on his cheek, and you could even smell his cologne.

"Here."

"That- that wasn't what I meant by kiss!" You patted his chest playfully before pulling back, winking at him.

"You should have been more precise, Eddie," he let out an annoyed groan at your words but you turned around, starting to climb up the ladder. As you arrived all the way up, you took a look at your surroundings.

Eddie actually prepared everything beforehand, from a few pillows to lie on the roof to one big fluffy blanket, and it made you smile. Because he was just so considerate, it made you all warm inside. 

As you settled together and finally got to position yourself comfortably, he leaned over you, taking a strand of your hair in his hand.

"At first, I thought you were joking when you said yes. I was waiting for the moment you would turn around and laugh, but you didn't. And I'm so glad you didn't, y/n. Because I'm happy you're here with me tonight." 

"I'm happy too, Eddie. Very happy. " He smiled before humming, satisfied with your words. You stayed silent for a bit, only observing him - rather than the beautiful night sky.

"I also brought some cookies. You like cookies, right?" You snorted because Eddie looked so childish, a huge contrast with the tough act he was usually pulling around you.

"I absolutely love cookies."

"Great. Awesome even! Do you want them-"

"Eddie,"

"Yeah?" He stopped talking as you straightened up.

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Of course, darling, always,"

"How much did you have to pay for," you asked, showing the place with your hands, “all of that?”

"I don't think you wanna know," you guessed it was a lot, then. You sighed before looking at the border of the roof, looking away from him, even if you could feel his gaze on you.

"You didn't have to. Wasting your money on that isn't worth it."

"Shut up, y/n. It's not a waste if it's for you. Plus, I'm the one in charge of that shit, yeah? So just enjoy the moment with me."

"No, but, you don't understand, Eddie." You licked your bottom lip in apprehension, parting them after. "I'm not worth it, really. I don't even know why you keep chasing me, I don't know what you see in me that got you that riled up, honestly. I'm just plain boring, and I'm just… me," you finished in a whisper, scared to look at him and see the disappointment in his eyes.

"Oh y/n, come on. Don't pull that shit now. The moment I saw you in that bar, God, you have no idea how mesmerised I was. You were so confident, smiling and energetic. You were quite literally shining, blinding me in the process. And even if I was sure you would turn me off, I still tried my luck, because I don't know, I told myself you were so much more worth it than the other girls I've seen before. Hey, look at me," he cupped your face with his hands, forcing you to focus on him. You could feel your cheeks heating up, but even if you wanted to hide, even if you wanted to escape, you kept listening, because you knew Eddie wouldn't let you go anyway.

"You're so much more than just you, y/n. If only you saw what I'm seeing, God, you would be in awe too. You're worth every second, every minute, and every damn hour of my day. You're so interesting, so outgoing, and just so, so amazing. I'm never bored, I'm never annoyed with you, because that's just how it is. And I know it sounds cliché, I know it sounds cheesy, but I want you. Bloody hell, I want you so badly that it hurts sometimes, because I feel like you will never want me." He smiled sadly at you before pulling back, freeing you from his touch, a touch you immediately missed, the cold air now biting your cheeks.

"Eddie hold o-"

"I don't know if you took pity on me, I don't know if you think I'm pathetic and if that's why you accepted tonight, but-"

"Eddie!" You shouted, effectively cutting him off. He was breathless, a sign he talked too fast and too much, while your chest heaved slightly with deep inspiration.

"I never thought of you that way, never. I just... look. My last relationship has been a fucking hell for me. He cheated on me, gaslighted me into thinking I was the one responsible for that because I didn't want to have sex with him. But right after I gave him what he wanted... he just, he just…" you bit your lip to prevent the sobs, but you could already feel the tears threatening to show. "He just left. He left me behind, saying that I wasn't useful anymore, because hey, what could be the use of a virgin girl if she isn't anymore, right? And I guess- I guess I'm scared. I'm scared of abandonment, scared that if I give you access to my heart, you'll end up leaving me just like he did. And I don't want that, I don't want to be used that way again. It's too painful, you know…?" Your eyes fell on your fingers, a lump in your throat. Silence settled between the two of you as you refused to look up, but you sensed Eddie shifting a bit before he brought his hand to your knee, startling you.

"Y/N, I want you, it's not a secret I try to hide. And I can assure you, I'm definitely not like this guy. If you trusted me enough to let go, you would realise it," he was extremely close to you, but you didn't wince, you didn't shy away. 

Lifting your head up and meeting his eyes, you examined his face, something you did only when Eddie wasn't looking. But tonight, he was looking at you.

"I'm just scared,"

He brought his hand to the side of your face, caressing your cheek as you closed your eyes and leaned into the touch.

"And I promise, there's nothing to be scared of. I won't give you up. I will keep you so close to me that you'll be mad because you won't be able to breathe." You giggled before sighing, your eyes fluttering open once again. 

They fell on his eyes, which had a reassuring sparkle in them, before going south. His lips seemed so inviting, so soft. And maybe Eddie and you were connected, because you both leaned into each other before his hand wrapped around your nape and his mouth connected with yours.

It was a slow and soft kiss at first, before morphing into a deep one. Eddie snaked his arm around your waist and brought you to his lap as your fingers tangled with his hair. His kisses were demanding, but you gladly granted him access when the tip of his tongue teased your bottom lip.

You whined in his mouth when he pressed himself even harder on you—a thing that seemed impossible at first—and Eddie smiled against your lips.

Pulling back to breathe, you started playing with the chain adorning his neck, his hands stroking your hips.

"You have no fucking idea how much I wanted to kiss you like that, baby. Goddammit, feel like it's a dream," he whispered into your neck, and you could feel his lips ghosting over your skin, sending shivers down your spine. 

"Eddie…"

"Keep saying my name like that and you won't sleep in your bed tonight, y/n." 

"God, shut up!" He barked a laugh before pinching your chin, forcing you to look at him.

"Y/N, let me in. I swear to God, I'll make it right for you. Give me one chance, just one."

"You already know I'm gonna say yes, dummy." He smiled excitedly before pressing his lips on yours again, holding you so close to him that there wasn't any more space between your bodies.

You nibbled at his bottom lip with your teeth before tugging at it and letting it go, making Eddie grin.

"You're gonna get me all addicted to those lips, huh?" 

"That's the goal, Munson. Now, shall we finally watch the stars? Or do you have something else in mind?"

"No. Sounds good to me, you by my side, cookies and some warm blanket. Come here," you leaned into his chest, your back against his front as his legs surrounded you. 

You kept talking and teasing each other, your left hand intertwined with his as his right arm was around your chest, keeping you close to him.

You must have fallen asleep at some point, because the next thing you know, a shout woke you up, and it wasn't Eddie's. 

"Fuck, Y/N! Wake up! The security is here! We need to go!"

And well, let's just say that your first morning with Eddie Munson was spent running in the woods, trying to lose the agents. And as the brunette kept laughing and screaming, you could only try to breathe correctly, adrenaline coursing through your veins, a smile on your face.

And you could get used to it. You could get used to the storm that was Eddie Munson. You could even love the craziness, because with him, it was just easier. And well, apparently, your heart has clearly made its choice too.