Let Me Love This Man!!

Let me love this man!!

Give me danger

Brahms Heelshire x Male S/O

Tw: not really, if you really read into it's kinda suggestive but not that much

Reader is horny for danger tbh it's me, it's you, it's the slasher community

1205 words

Your job was anything besides normal, but you couldn’t care less. You always liked the unusual, the creepy.

You even had a little collection of weird-looking dolls, so being the nanny of a little porcelain boy wasn’t hard for you.

You were drowning in debts, so when that old couple gave you the job you were grateful more than anything. You knew well that people had different coping mechanisms, especially with a tragedy like that, so you didn’t ask anything else.

Yeah, you thought that hiring a male nanny after several female ones was kind of strange but again, humans are complicated.

You find yourself very comfortable in that old house, it was a beautiful property, full of books and a lot bigger than every apartment you once lived in. It had a beautiful aesthetic where you often found yourself lost in, pretending you were the main carácter in an old goth novel.

Until the noises appeared. You lived in insecure places, full of crime and danger since you were a baby, so your parents had taught you to be always on your guard, paying attention to your surroundings and aware of any danger in there. Since you had embraced the role of the second male in the house, protecting your mother, you had become rather paranoid with noises.

And even if that house was old, it was full of out-of-place noises.

When the voice of the Little boy started to talk to you, you had sighed, relieved of dealing with a ghost, one rather sad than vengeful. Your parents always told you that it was worst to deal with live people.

Even you had liked your little chats. He was very curious about your life. Your likes, dislikes, and hobbies.

You liked to write so whenever you had the chance, you write some tale for him and that made him very happy.

The company of a ghost was weird but warm at the same time. He always tried to be complimented by you and telling him that he had been a good boy was rather adorable.

That, until you had been out for a long long time, gathering things that Malcolm couldn’t bring to the house.

When you came home that day, Brahms had trowed a tantrum in your bedroom, and when you tried to talk to him and listen to his angry arguments, you knew that that voice wasn’t the voice of a child and that your missing clothes were another sign of a rather adult person with iffy tendencies.

There was no ghost at all.

Of course, you could have run, you could have escaped from that unnerving situation but somehow you found yourself fond of Brahms, child or not.

The history itself of his sad ending made it difficult to think about leaving. You had a fear of loneliness, so you couldn’t bring yourself to leave.

—I’m so sorry Brahms, I didn’t want to upset you, I just forgot —you said, trying to apologize, talking to the walls where you know he had been hiding all along.

—That wasn’t nice— he said in that child-like tone. Now it made you quite uncomfortable, but you wanted to hear him regardless.

—I know and I’m sorry. I just thought that you wouldn’t mind and well, I thought that you would see me even in the supermarket. Ghosts know how to be everywhere — you pushed, trying to get a reaction from him.

—I’m not a ghost Y/N— Brahm’s voice was beginning to break from his childish form, turning into his real mature form. He wasn’t angry anymore…right?

—I don’t know what you are, Brahmsie, I have never seen you — you were kinda nervous, but you wanted to see him. You didn’t think he would want to kill you, if that were the case, you had been already dead.

—You want to see me? — he asked with his soft, childish tone.

—Yes, we know each other, no? You have seen me every day but I just know your voice — Brahms didn’t answer quickly, you heard his footsteps for the first time, he wanted you to hear them. And then, something in the library.

You walk there, slow and cautious until you saw his tall frame in a corner f the room.

—So, you are the original Brahms—you tried to sound chill and composed but the fact that you had been living with a man for those months, one that used that weird doll mask inside the walls, made you realize that you were, in fact, in the dangerous wolf pack since day one.

The man whispered a yes while walking slowly towards you.

Your parent’s words punched your brain with guilt. You really could have died.

But somehow you were alive…why?

—Why I’m here, Brahms? — you asked letting him touch your hand. His skin was warm, with dust and other ashy textures from the construction materials of the walls. His figure was rather attractive and you punched yourself internally for thinking like that. You didn’t know the intentions of this man and you were there, admiring his black curls and strong demeanor.

—They said you were mine. Mom and dad. That you were mine and you’ll take care of me — the way he said mine made you shiver but you didn’t try to put distance between his hand and yours. They told you that they had a lot of candidates, but Brahms had chosen you. It was something that he didn’t want to tell you, he didn’t know how you’ll react but he choose a male as his nanny out of curiosity. Female ones haven’t worked well so far but then he saw you, with your smirk, your stubble, and your bushy eyebrows. So tough and strong…and he really really liked you in that way that made him embarrassed and hot.

You thought it was more of his parents choosing you, because as a man, even one of the shorter side like you, was strong enough to take care of the house, not only of Brahms the doll.

But now…

You didn’t know what to do or say. You weren’t captive, not yet at least. You know how weird this situation was, how dangerous and still…you wanted to stay. And you didn’t like the reason behind it.

He was kinda sweaty and the smell of that sweat made your feet steady on the floor. It was the adrenaline, the danger, the creepy situation that made you eager to stay in the house.

You knew he could be dangerous and that made you shiver with anticipation. You hated yourself for that.

—I’ll take good care of you, Brahms…I promise — you said taking a chance to caress his curls sweetly. He whined like a puppy and got closer to you.

At this point, you were more afraid of yourself, of that dark zone in your mind and heart that made you stay.

When Brahms put his hands on your back and tried to give you an awkward hug, you welcomed that dark part in yourself, with a hand in his curls and the other in his waist, you cherished the thought of more contact between the two of you.

Even so, you were eager for more.

When you partner is like Rhys~

Rhysand’s Kinks Headcannon

Warnings(s): smut obviously, choking, bondage, squirting, edging, exhibitionism, marking, daddy kink

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-It was no secret that Rhysand was a sex god.

-He loved nothing more than edging you all night long, his fingers drumming against your clit feverishly, then stopping right when you were close. Right when he felt you clench around his fingers, signaling that you were about to let go. He could literally do this all night, but he’s too kind to ever torture you for that long. Give him your signature puppy eyes and he’ll let you cum.

-Even better than the latter, he loves to make you squirt. It’s physical proof that stays on the sheets all night that he truly pressed all the right buttons inside of you. Squirt in his face too, he’ll say “good girl” and let you choke on his dick.

-Exhibitionism. But, only in other courts. He adores having you sit on top of him, legs spread as he toys with your clit through your panties. (think that one scene in acomaf 👀) the shocked gasps and embarrassed looks from the other fae around fills his ego up even more, if that were even possible.

-Daddy kink. I will not accept anything less. This. Man. Is. Daddy. He’ll refer to himself that way, too. Saying things like “Does someone want daddy’s cock tonight?” “Want daddy to make your pretty pussy cum? Hmmm? Be a good girl.” If you call him that in public, good luck…he will take you in an alleyway pressed up against the brick.

-Bondage. Simple. He enjoys tying you up so that you can’t close your legs when he hits that sensitive part of your g-spot, or when he keeps licking your clit languidly even after you came.

-Choking. Nothing too intense, but he does think his large hand looks rather pretty like a necklace around your sensitive neck. He might just have a thing for necks in general, though. He loves kissing and sucking on your neck just as much as when you do it to him. And fuck…do those growls and moans he makes when you do it encourage you.

-Impact play. Again, nothing too intense. In fact, you’re the one who brought it up. You were being a tease, he called you naughty. You replied with “maybe you should punish me then. spank the brat out of me?” You could of swore you saw the feral horny look in his eyes illuminate. He was still hesitant to lay a hand on you like that, but when you moaned in pleasure and soaked your panties after his first little smack, he knew how much of a pain slut you were. Your safe word is wingspan.

-Marking. You belong to him, and he wants everyone to know that. Expect to have dark purple bruises all over your neck, tits, and in between your thighs. You swore that Rhys could make you cum just from sucking on your jugular…

I'm a sucker for this stuff, it's just too good!! *Chef kiss*

𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄

dom!danny johnson x sub!fem!reader | mini fic | nav | phone sex, masturbation/guided masturbation, voyeurism, stalking, mention of taking pics of you, mention of making porn, praise, degradation, panty stealing and sniffing, squirting, sir kink

“you can see me?” you asked, looking around your house, pressing your house phone closer to your ear. your bottom lip tucked between your teeth to keep you from smirking. whipping your head around to peek out the sliding doors you had then to the windows in your kitchen.

“course i can, doll, purple really does wonders on you”

his cocky tone made you scoff. furrowing your brows as you looked down at your black shirt, getting ready to say something sassy back but once you put your hand on your hip and sighed you realized he wasn’t walking about your shirt, he was talking about your light purple panties.

rubbing your legs together as you looked around again. you went to speak and he interrupted you.

“though, the white with red dots are a personal favorite but i dont know if you’ll get them back.” the line went silent for a moment, then a deep inhale was faintly heard. “you smell so good bunny”

you laughed, “perv” you muttered and started walking to your couch and plopping down onto it.

moving your feet to the coffee table, planting them comfortably and leaning back and parting your legs slightly. your hand coming to play with the elastic of your panties.

“you gonna put on a show for me, bunny?” he asked.

“will i get my underwear back?” you asked, raising a brow as your fingers started to slip into your panties, teasing him and them back out and then playing with the little bow that was made out of a silky material.

“maybe” ghostface said, dragging it out playfully.

“lets make a deal then? i will let you watch me, only, if you give them back.” you hummed, tilting your head as you waited for his answer. hearing him hum as if he was thinking it through.

“i think you’ve got yourself a deal bunny” he said, you just knew he had a smirk on his face and probably his hand in his pants.

you let a small giggle leave your lips before sitting the phone down on the cushion next to you before slowly pulling up your shirt—the purple set now on display for him. throwing it to floor before bringing the phone back to your ear and leaning back.

your hands moving into your panties, lightly grazing along your folds before pulling your hand out and grazing yourself over your underwear.

teasing yourself, getting yourself worked up enough that a little wet spot of your arousal was forming—darkening the fabric and you hoped he was able to see it as you heard some ragged breaths through the phone then some ruffling and then soft grunts and more hard breathing.

dipping back into your panties and gathering your wetness on your middle and ring finger and spread it from your entrance to your clit then started slow circles on the bud. your breath was picking up and you wanted to wiggle around but stayed still for your audience.

“cmon bunny don’t be a tease, be a good girl n’take the panties off for me” he groaned, voice low and more clear. did he have the voice modulator off?

you hummed in agreement and sat the phone back down, fingers hooking around the fabric and your lifted up and pulled off, taking them off your ankles and dropping the purple garment onto the ground.

finding your previous position quickly, fingers back to your clit and slowly reopening your legs and hearing him curse under his breath made you giggle.

“there we go. god, look at you, fucking dripping.” ghostface moaned, hearing a click through the phone but you didn’t question it.

your back arching a bit as you did faster circles on your clit, letting your mouth open and eyes close, moaning out and feeling your thigh twitch as a pleasurable shock ran through your body when your finger tips ran over the bud.

“spread your pretty fucking cunt open for me” he instructed, more clicks were heard as you mumbled a quick ‘yes sir’

taking your attention off your clit and moving your folds apart, your middle finger did up strokes on clit as you heard more clicks over the phone.

“since you’re being so good i might let you see the pictures, you’re very photogenic by the way.” he teased, so that was the clicking noise.

“maybe next time since you’re so shy right now, we could make a movie” you teased back, looking around to every dark corner you could see. he chuckled through the phone.

you moved your fingers to your hole, middle finger teasing yourself by shallowly dipping your finger in then circling around it.

moaning loudly as you pushed your middle finger into your cunt, your head going back and digging into the cushion. hearing a little mumble of “oh fuck” before you started moving your finger in and out.

you moaned again once you started picking up speed, your palm grinding against your clit making it even better though you wished it was his fingers, his tongue, his cock, whatever he wanted to give you.

“feels good dont it doll?” ghostface asked, a moan slipping from him at the end. you nodded and hummed an ‘mhm’.

“add another finger, i know you can” he ordered, biting your lip as you slowed and added your ring finger. picking your pace up again, spreading your legs wider, muscles burning at the strain.

swears and moans and gasps left your mouth as you continued to fuck yourself with your fingers, hips starting to roll into the thrusts and your palm dragged against your clit each time you moved your fingers in.

you started to feel the knot tightening in your lower abdomen, knowing you were getting closer and closer to your release. whining into the phone as you heard him saying how cute you looked.

“cmon bunny, i can tell youre close, let go” he huffed. your fingers going faster and harder.

“fuck m’gonna cum” you cried, moaning and face scrunching up in pleasure as he was telling to ‘be a good girl and cum’ but you could barely comprehend what he was saying to you as you felt the coil snap, your body hot and starting to get a thin sheen of sweat.

feeling the gush start from between your thighs, quickly moving your fingers to rub your clit. basically screaming in pleasure as you squirted.

“holy shit bunny, good girl-good fucking girl.” you heard him moan as he found his own release.

rubbing your clit as you were now coming down from your high, only stopping when it started to get overstimulating and a bit uncomfortable. letting your hand rest on your stomach as you listened to him breathe over the phone while you caught your breath.

closing your legs and eyes as you gathered yourself.

“didnt know you were a squirter bunny.” ghostface breathed out, the voice modulator was back on and it made you jump then relax. you laughed and heard rustling through the phone before the line went dead.

letting the phone rest on your chest and you groaned as you realized you were need to reshower and clean up your mess.

sitting up and grabbing your shirt and panties from the ground. getting up and sitting the phone on the charging dock in the kitchen before walking to your small laundry room.

sighing as your tried to the light switch, finally switching it on.

you smiled as you were met with a damp towel and a dry one folded neatly on your dryer and your white with red dots panties were on the floor. tilting your head and lifting a brow as you bent to pick them up and a polaroid was under them.

feeling your underwear and feeling something sticky, you gasped as you realized it was covered in his cum. you couldnt help but laugh a bit as you picked up the picture.

it was of him using your panties to jerk off with, taking in the image. cock out, panties around his length and a gloved hand mid stroke.

flipping it over and seeing he had written something on the back.

“see you soon ;0”

I'm gay for him okay!!

DBD Ghostface and survivor reader (gn or male) that whenever they get picked up or Ghostface is smothering them, the survivor bites him. As in the survivors go to fighting mechanism is biting lol.

And like CHOMP and never lets go. Can be soft stuff like Y/N bites softly to get attention or Cough cough Nsfw or even in the middle of a trial Y/N just bites bc its a last resort

Ouughh this is a good idea yes yes :] Hope you enjoy, sorry for the wait, I've been busy with real life stuff.

Danny Johnson w/ a Future Male S/O who bites as a fighting mechanism (SFW)

Most survivors know theres no point in fighting back, the killers will always win. But you were newer and hadn't figured that out yet.

Biting had always been a love language for you in some shape or form. You bit people for attention, to show affection to your friends, and when you were annoyed with people you were close to

Point was, you only bit people you liked.

In the middle of a trial with the Ghostface, you'd spent a good time running and hiding, only popping out to do gens when you knew he was busy

But slowly, your team had whittled down and you were the last one remaining with one generator left to complete. It would be close

Ghostface was on your ass though and barely gave you a minute to breath. It wasn't long before he grabbed you

You still swear what happened in that trial was instinctive...

Kicking and screaming, you were not making it easy for Ghostface whatsoever. He'd finally grabbed you and was carrying you to a hook. Had you had more team members, perhaps you wouldn't have fought so hard. But with your entire team down, getting hook was a death sentence and you only had one generator left!

Ghostface was going to have to try harder if he wanted to kill you.

As you both got closer to the hook, Ghostface visibly annoyed with you, you decided the only way out was to make the killer drop you.

So you bit him.

"What the fuck!?" Ghostface screamed as your teeth sunk into the fabric of his costume and piercing his skin. With your angle thrown over his shoulder, you had to turn and bite at his side. Your teeth cut through his costume's fabric and your mouth flooded with blood as you bit him harshly. Abruptly, you hit the floor as the man let you go out of surprise.

You took off running, uncaring if Ghostface was chasing you or not. With him, it was always better to assume he was. Although your bite had surprised him, he wasn't about to let you hurry off to heal yourself. Unfortunately you didn't get far before Ghostface was upon you, knocking you to the ground and pinning you face down into the damp dirt of the surrounding forest. The only sounds around were the trees and your struggling. "God, you're a little brat aren't ya?" Ghostface sounded smug as he adjusted himself to sit on your lower back.

"Get off-" You grunted, trying to push him off to no avail.

He shook his head in a taunting way. "You bit me you little shit!"

"And I'll do it again if you don't let me go!" You snarled now, visibly biting at his hands if they got too close to your face.

"Alright, spitfire," Ghostface pulled out his camera and knife as he spoke slowly, "we doing this the hard way then?"

You paused, furrowing your brow. "What's the easy way then?"

Ghostface paused, tilting his head down at you even though you couldn't see it. "Easy way? Darling, there's only the hard way."

You couldn't help but snort at his choice of phrasing. "Oh yeah, you're all about doing things hard?" A giggle escaped you just as the killer held a knife to your throat and hesitated.

Ghostface stared off into space, contemplating. Of all the killers, the Ghostface was known for his brutality and lack of hesitation. You felt yourself take a slow inhale as he set his camera down and adjusted himself to be leaning over you more.

You winced at the cold metal pressing hard into your neck and the soft kiss the man lay on your cheek. "Sorry for this darling," he hummed as he picked up his camera and snapped a photo with you.

Your eyes shut on instinct from the bright light and you glared at the ground. "What do I have to do for you to let me go?"

The man above you seemed to contemplate for a moment. "How about a kiss for your favorite ghost?" His tone was cruel and taunting, like he didn't expect you to say yes.

You'll show him.

"Okay." You shrugged plainly. "You'll have to let me at least roll over first, but alright." Anything to get to that final generator at least.

Ghostface was silent for a moment before you felt yourself flip over, nearly knocking the wind out of you. The sight of the killer straddling you, knife in hand, did something to you. "Hey beautiful," you teased, mostly out of panic. But he was pretty, you assumed. No one had seen him without his mask before but some of the girls often talked about men with masks being hotter.

Maybe they were onto something. You'd have to compare notes with them later.

Ghostface tilted his head slightly. "Beautiful, huh?" He seemed contemplative. You sat up slowly, only able to prop yourself up on your forearms with him sitting on you. Carefully, you reached up with one hand to move his mask up just enough to reveal his mouth.

Ghostface sat back slightly, just to allow you to sit up and kiss him. His lips were soft as you kissed him, warmer than you expected them to be. The kiss heated up quickly when you gripped his waist and felt his arms encircle your neck. You knocked his mask off the rest of the way to entangle one of your hands in his dark hair. Pinning him to the ground, you felt him grind up against you just as you bit his lower lip hard, drawing blood.

Pulling away, he stared up at you with wide eyes and a smile on his face. He was pretty, you'll give him that. Bright green eyes, cute freckles, brown hair... You almost thought it was a shame he was a killer. He could have had a harem of men and women lined up for him if it weren't for the mask.

Briefly, the thought that he was prettier with a bloody lip while on top of you flickered through your mind but you shut that down quickly.

"Really a shame," he sighed sadly, wiping blood from his mouth. His tone pulled you from your thoughts as he gazed down at you with a forlorn expression. "You're quite the catch. But I'm afraid we're almost out of time before the Entity cuts us off."

"Hope you catch the plague from me," you hissed at him, realizing what he was saying. His responding laughter ringing out in the quiet space. A pretty sound, if it weren't for the knife he pressed to your throat again.

"See you soon, sweetheart. I'll be watching," was the last thing you heard before feeling sharp, stinging pain shoot down your spine as the cold metal of the knife sliced your neck open. Your blood sprayed out and covered Ghostface beneath you. He was grinning up at you with wild eyes vision blacked out...

Opening your eyes, you sat up slowly to rub the phantom pains from your neck as you took in your surroundings. The smell of smoke and soft voices let you know you were back in the survivor's camp, the bright campfire only a few paces away judging by the orange-yellow glow grazing the trees. The damp fog of the forest seeped into your bones and sent a chill up your back. But the abrupt feeling of eyes on you had your head jerking to look around in the darkness of the forest.

The familiar figure of the Ghostface was nearby, crouched down in the tall grass, head tilted curiously as he observed you. When you locked eyes with him he gave you a little wave. Coming from anyone else it would have been cute or sweet, but coming from him just gave you a strange feeling in your stomach.

Your next trial together would certainly be interesting.

I am multi fandom- my friend made a mistake dragging me into this mess

rhysand x reader with wing play and rhys being a sub?

sub!rhys is an inexperienced baby.

You coo softly in the high lord’s ear, whispering gentle praises for taking you so well. His body covers yours, skin pressed against skin, joining in the way only lovers do.

Rhys hasn’t felt this level of intimacy for another in a long while. He began trembling the moment he entered you, hiding his face into your neck and breathing hard, getting used to the feeling of your warm, silky walls wrapped around him. “Just like that, baby,” You had sighed contently when Rhys found the strength to move his hips, rutting against your own in slow, gentle thrusts. “Take what you need.” His cock slides nicely over your inner walls, occasionally finding spots which make you tighten around him. It wouldn’t be enough to send you over the edge. That didn’t matter. Being honest, you took more pleasure in turning Rhys into a whimpering, cunt drunk mess.

Your arms are wrapped around him, holding him as close to you as possible. You explore his body, fingers burying in silky locks, palms sliding and squeezing muscled shoulders, nails gently scraping over warm skin. Rhys purrs, sloppily grinding his hips against yours. You let your fingers wander, trailing down his back, between those large, dark wings draping over you both. Intrigued, your fingertips skim dangerously close. Rhys shudders, muffling a moan into your skin.

“Can I touch you?” Your ask, your voice a soft whisper as you kiss Rhys’s neck. The male curses beneath his breath, bracing himself, allowing him to force more strength into his thrusts. You release a pleasured laugh as his cock hits deeper than before. “Yes,” Rhys groans, “Please. Touch me.”

You do. Your touch explores Rhys’s wings. Learning what spots cause his breath to hitch and hips to stutter. The poor male practically sobbed when you lightly dragged your nails along the membrane. You want to know him better than he does, you want to know how to please him like he deserves.

Rhys reached his climax mere minutes after you began caressing his beautiful wings. His teeth dug into your skin, suppressing the sounds of his high. “There you go, that’s it,” You praised him throughout his climax, contrasting with the way your fingers still skated across his sensitive wings, driving Rhys into overstimulation.

You’re addicted. In need of seeing him lose control a few more times.

The part two

Reflection and Bonded

This is a continuation of Part one "Mirrored eyes and Temper"

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson X male!reader

Request: yes @winter-world

warnings: a bit of angst and some ooc Loki. swearing i think and a fuck ton of fluff.

Word count: 3k

Authors note: I changed the writing style a bit. I didn't like how the last one was set up. Anyway, repost if you enjoy and read happily. start below the cut. As always, not proof read.

(y/n) woke up the next day to a knocking at the door. He groaned as he sat up and slipped his eyepatch on. Rolling over he looked towards the door. He looked towards the clock on his nightstand, 11:46 AM.

“I guess I overslept, huh, normally Tony would have woken me up by 9. Maybe he is still concerned about what happened last night.” (y/n) thought and ran a hand over his face

“Come in.” (y/n) said and sat up. His hair was messy and the blankets pooled at his hip. He watched the door open and to his surprise Loki slipped in and closed the door, eyes not looking in (y/n)’s direction. He noticed Loki was carrying a tray with various fruits and a cup with what (y/n) hoped was coffee.

“What a surprise, a prince bringing me breakfast.” (y/n) said as he swung his legs over the bed but not standing. Loki looked up and his face went red for a couple seconds when his eyes landed on cal. More of the tattoos he had were on display this time.

“Actually I brought food for both of us, if you don’t mind of course. Tony asked me to check up on you. Y’know, considering what happened last night.” Loki said after he let out a small cough. “I brought you some coffee. Figured it would help wake you up. Tony did tell me to relay that you’re being put on paid leave, whatever that means.” Loki prompted and (y/n) nodded, his jaw tightening a bit.

“Figured he would. Sit. there is plenty of room on the bed.” said as he patted the bed. Loki sat on the foot of the bed, placing the tray between them. (y/n) picked up an apple and took a bite.

“Thank you for breakfast. Now, tell me about your morning. ” (y/n) said and continued to eat, looking towards Loki with interest sparkling in his uncovered eye. Loki picked up a grape and ate it before motioning in the direction of the common room area.

“I woke up around dawn, wrote a letter to my mother and read for a while. I think sometime around 8 AM Tony had his AI summon me to the common room. I went out there and had a meeting with the team about my situation. Apparently Nick Fury wants to contract me to correct my ways and maybe get the public eye off my back. So they decided I would start training with them. No powers, Just weapons. After the meeting I went and trained against My brother and Clint. It went pretty well. They put up a good fight for a while but eventually the training match ran stale so we called it for the day. I was dismissed and went to wash up. That was about an hour ago. After bathing Tony called for me again and asked me to collect food for you and check on you. I waited a bit and read some more then here I am.” Loki explained and (y/n) just listened as he munched on the apple. (y/n) nodded and sent Loki a soft smile

“Do you miss her?” (y/n) asked as he placed the core on the tray and went to grab his coffee.

“Who?” Loki gave him a perplexed look. “you’re mother. Do you miss her?” (y/n) asked again as he took a sip from his coffee.

“Yes, dearly. I plan to send the letter later today, if you would like to join me.” Loki said, his face going pink at his ears before regaining his composure.

“If you would like me to, I will.” (y/n) said as he placed the cup down.

“I wouldn’t mind your company.” Loki said as he grabbed an exotic looking fruit from the tray and started peeling it. (y/n) looked at it.

“What is that?” (y/n) asked, interest building in his core “sìol searbh” Loki said as he finished peeling it. “It translates roughly to ‘bitter seed’ it's a common fruit from the Asgardian markets. It's a little taste of home” Loki said as he cut a piece off and handed it to (y/n)“Is it actually bitter, or is it just the seeds that are bitter?” (y/n) asked, skeptical of the fruit in his hand. “It’s actually quite sweet. Contrary to the name. It becomes bitter when eaten with the skin on or when it is out of season. After the harvest they can be left to ferment and are normally turned into a mead on Asgard.” Loki supplied and took a bite.

(y/n) took a bite as well and his eyes widened with delight at the taste of the fruit. It was sweet, a little bitter and had a sort of smokey taste, with a texture that was good too. (y/n) finished chewing and swallowed before he looked back to Loki

“Wow, that was amazing. If I have a chance to go to Asgard I will make sure to collect some.” (y/n) said and rolled his head, neck popping. (y/n) let out a sigh of relief and felt a faint flutter in his stomach.

“Hmm. My soulmate must be nervous or excited. Anyway, what did you write to your mother? If you don’t mind me asking.” (y/n) asked and saw Loki smile softly.

“I wrote asking about how she was. I also asked a couple questions about how Odin is and everyone is doing at home. Nothing too specific.” Loki relayed and looked in his lap. (y/n) felt a shift in body language in him as a sinking feeling ripped through him. Loneliness and longing for home. (y/n) moved the tray and moved closer to Loki, placing a hand on his leg, near his hand.

“It's ok to be homesick, y'know. I am homesick quite often. My mom is sick at home and I would do anything to be with her right now.” (y/n) said and rubbed his thumb over the back of Loki’s knuckles. Loki looked back at (y/n) and smiled. Suddenly (y/n) felt himself being enveloped in a hug. (y/n)’s eyes widened and he melted into the hug. He felt something wet hit his back and squeezed a bit tighter as he felt a deep sadness in his chest. He heard Loki sniffle and a choking sob come from his throat.

“Shh, it's okay. I am here for you. I will stay here as long as you need.” (y/n) said as he cradled Loki’s head and rubbed his back with his other hand.

They sat there for a couple more minutes as he let Loki cry and release his emotions for a while. After Loki finished crying he pulled out of the hug and wiped his eyes.

“I’m sorry, that was embarrassing. I don’t kn-” Loki started but (y/n) cut him off.

“Hey, shh. It's not embarrassing. It’s okay to cry. It’s human nature. Excuse me, asgardian nature. “ (y/n) said with a soft chuckle. Loki let out a soft smile

“Thank you (y/n). y’know, no one has treated me like this before.” Loki said as he grabbed (y/n)’s hand, feeling better.

“What do you mean?” (y/n) asked looking at his and Loki’s hand, a slight blush gracing his face.

“Like I’m not a monster. My whole life I was treated like less. Except my mother. They looked at me like they were waiting for me to snap or attack them. So, thank you” Loki said as he intertwined their fingers. (y/n) smiled and looked at the clock.

“How about I get dressed and we deliver that letter. Then we can get lunch or something, since I apparently don’t have work for a while?” (y/n) suggested and Loki nodded. (y/n) finished off the coffee. Loki stood up and grabbed the tray before making his way to the door. (y/n) quickly stood up.

“Hey Loki?” “yeah?” (y/n) quickly made his way over to Loki and planted a gentle kiss on his forehead. Loki flushed red and blinked.

“Sorry, to forward?” (y/n) asked. Loki snapped out of his trance

“No, never. I just wasn't expecting it. I will be in the common room when you get done” Loki said, placing a kiss on (y/n)’s forehead. Now (y/n) was blushing hard as Loki shut the door.

(y/n) smiled and went to the bathroom to shower and get dressed. Today (y/n) wore a pair of black jeans with his everyday boots and an olive green sweater and a black eyepatch. He rebraided his hair in a more complex style, teal ribbon braided in. He stepped out of his room after grabbing his wallet and headed to the common room. As (y/n) walked in he saw the team and wished them a good morning. They all responded with a good morning or a question about how it was feeling. (y/n) responded with that he was fine and was going to run some errands. Steve asked if he needed some company and he said that Loki was going to go with him but thanked him for offering. That comment got some looks of concern

“Are you sure? You do know he's dangerous right?” Clint asked as he turned to look at (y/n). (y/n) rolled his eyes and pointed a finger at him, clicking his tongue with disapproval.

“He isn’t dangerous. He was misguided by something that held him prisoner. Plus if he is dangerous, that just means he is qualified to protect me if something happens. I don’t wanna hear it again. It is rude to talk bad about someone.” (y/n) said as he went and got some water. A couple minutes later Loki came striding out into the room.

“You ready?” (y/n) asked as he set the dirty cup in the sink. Loki nodded and they went to leave. Once they stepped into the elevator and pressed the button to go to the garage. Loki kept some space between them. (y/n) looked at him confused before stepping a bit closer to him.

“Thank you.” Loki said and relaxed a bit before he looked at (y/n).

“For what?” “defending me. I heard what Clint said” Loki said and looked down towards the ground.

“Look at me.” (y/n) said and turned Loki’s face toward him. Loki compiled and held eye contact with (y/n). Without letting go of Loki’s face (y/n) spoke

“What they are saying isn’t true. Clint is bitter. I understand why he would think that way. But he needs to understand you weren’t in control of yourself. I know that, you know that. Their words mean nothing. Ok?” (y/n) said as he continued to hold Loki’s jaw carefully.

“Ok.” Loki whispered and put his hand on (y/n)s. Once the elevator opened they separated, they put some space between them, hands intertwined and made their way to (y/n)’s car. (y/n) opened Loki’s door and shut it once he got in then went to his side and climbed in, buckled and started his car.

Once they were on the road (y/n) noticed Loki shifted to look like a different person.

“Y’know, don’t have to do that. I don’t care what the population thinks about me being out with you. I want them to see us together, not me and a stranger. Plus it could help with your image.” (y/n) said as he grabbed Loki’s hand again. Loki let out a shuddered breath and dropped the illusion and nodded

“I just don’t want you to get hurt.” “If there was a threat I would trust you to protect me. If there is a threat of cameras, I got you” (y/n) said, a soft smile on his face as they drove.

After a while of driving, they made it to the post office. (y/n) parked and shut off the car. Loki went to open the door.

“Hey, no. Let me do that” (y/n) said as he removed the key from the ignition and rushed to open the door for Loki. Loki blushed and stepped out, taking (y/n)’s hand. They made their way inside the post office. Loki received a lot of scared looks and angry words. (y/n) would step between them and fire back some words that were not so pleasant and then the other patrons would move along. Once the letter was deposited they left, Loki feeling better and hungry.

(y/n) laughed a bit as Loki’s stomach growled and they went to a diner near the Post office. They ate and swapped stories from childhood and present day. (y/n) and Loki learned alot about each other. After they ate and got back into the car, (y/n) turned to look at Loki.

“It’s almost dark, do you wanna see my favorite spot in New York?” (y/n) asked, feeling a bit shy.

“Of course. If you want to show me, I would be honored to see it.” Loki said as he leaned back in his seat a little. (y/n) smiled and pulled out of the post office parking lot and drove for a while before turning down a dirt road. He pulled up, parked, and shut off the car.

“Come with me.” (y/n) said as he opened Loki’s door. He made his way to the hood of the car and sat on it. Loki was amazed when he saw the sky.

“Wow, it's beautiful.” Loki said as he looked out over the city, the lights shining bright.

“When I need a break from everything, I come out here and watch the sky and the city. Helps take the stress off. I figured you would like it. You said something about when you were little you would stargaze with your mom.” (y/n) said as he looked at Loki, taking in the sky and the stars.

“Yeah. Thank you, it's really beautiful.” Loki said as he looked at (y/n). (y/n) bit down some anxiety and grabbed Loki’s hand.

“I need you to trust me on this. I am going to show you something. Don’t laugh or ask any questions, okay?” (y/n) said as he let out a shaky breath. Loki nodded and watched as (y/n) took off his eyepatch and kept his eyes closed.

“Okay, ready?” (y/n) asked as he took another deep breath.

“I am ready when you are, take your time” Loki said as (y/n) slowly opened his eyes. Loki gasped as he saw (y/n)’s now uncovered eye matched his.

“Loki, I think I am your soulmate.” (y/n) said. Loki was stunned and launched at (y/n) in a fury to hug him, effectively causing them to tumble to the floor. Loki cradled (y/n)’s head as they hit the ground, pinning (y/n) to the ground. (y/n) nervously looked up at Loki and smiled when felt something in his stomach. It was a warm feeling of Joy and completion. The true intertwining and bond of souls. Loki was panting a bit as he felt his eye buzzing and noticed (y/n)’s eye fading to a gray, the bond complete. Now both of (y/n)’s eyes were gray and shining with adoration. (y/n) watched as Loki’s gray faded to match his other oil slip eye that he became so familiar with. They both blinked as they adjusted with their own eyes. Loki pushed his forehead so it was flush with (y/n)’s.

“(y/n)?” Loki asked as he looked at (y/n) “yeah?” (y/n) responded as he looked into Loki’s eyes.

“Can I kiss you? please?” Loki asked, nervousness fluttering in his chest, which doubled as (y/n) became more nervous.

“Yes, please kiss me.” (y/n) said, almost out of breath. Loki grabbed (y/n)’s jaw gently and tipped it up, placing his lips softly on (y/n)’s. (y/n) deepened it almost instantly and wrapped his arms around Loki’s neck. Loki and (y/n) kissed for a few minutes, only breaking when they had to breathe. (y/n) panted and looked up at Loki.

“Has anyone ever told you that you could steal the breath from someone like that?” (y/n) said and Loki let out a loud laugh, grinning from ear to ear.

“We should probably go before the team thinks you kidnapped me.” (y/n) Joked and Loki helped him stand. They got in the car and drove back to the compound. Once they got back to the compound, (y/n) dusted himself off and they made their way inside, holding hands the whole time. Both men finally complete and the night sky shines bright. Once they got inside The team noticed (y/n) wasn’t wearing his eyepatch and then they noticed that (y/n) and Loki were holding hands. The team tried to bombard them with questions until Bruce (surprisingly) spoke up.

“Guys, Leave them alone. They are happy. When have we seen (y/n) happy? Like never. So drop it” Bruce said before going back to his activity. (y/n) nodded a thanks at him and led Loki down the hall, dropping him off at his room.

“I will see you in the morning?” (y/n) asked and looked at Loki.

“How about I spend the night and we watch a film or I read one of my books to you?” Loki suggested, not ready to separate for the night. (y/n) nodded and let Loki into (y/n)’s room. They spent the night bonding some more before falling into a blissful sleep, finally complete.