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What I would love to see is a fic where Loki is so starved for affection that he starts sleeping with Natasha, even though she's just in it for the sex (because seriously who would not hit that). But he just wants those four seconds of together before he gets dressed again. This gets progressively more pathetic until one night he eventually cracks and just crawls into her bed and wraps himself around her and cuddles the fuck out of her. And Nat is like "What the fuck dude, GTFO" and he is like, "Five minutes? Please? You smell so nice. ;.; HEY WHERE ARE YOU GOING, I ASKED FOR YOU TO HOLD ME DID I NOT"
"NOBODY CARES ABOUT MY FEELINGS AND MY FATHER NEVER LOVED ME"
"MAY I CRY ON YOUR NEGLIGEE"
Only less crack and more angst, and if you manage to incorporate Manly Tears, I will love you forever.
Note: Do you ever have one of those long nights where you think you got a lot of work done and then you get up the next morning and it looks like your word processor had the vomits and you've got WEIRD shit saved everywhere? Yeah, apparently this was what I did with the end of my night. The above was in a file called "goodmorninglol.txt" that I don't remember typing out. I'm just assuming this is a kink meme prompt...? Did I troll myself? I'm so confused.
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Lol. Anon, I love you.
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Anon, hold me, imma swoon from this prompt
+all the numbers
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Angsty with slightly happy ending... maybe....?
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*camps out*
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hjdsfaksdhf
So I just read your D/s thing and oh my lord
if you fill this I might have to marry you, just so you know.
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She finds Loki sitting on her bed less than a day after Tony-grudgingly, and after months of Thor’s pleading-deactivates the anti-Loki security measures protecting Stark Tower.
Natasha raises her eyebrow. “Not wasting any time, I see.”
Loki doesn’t respond, but Natasha’s learned to fill in the blanks. She crosses the room, tips his head up when he looks down.
“You wanted to see me,” she says.
Again, he doesn’t say anything, just looks up at her with shielded eyes.
“What do you want?” Natasha asks.
“You know what I want,” he says. He’s trying for cool and unaffected-but as always, she can hear the edge of uncertainty in his voice.
Natasha hums, stroking his cheek. She could push this, try to force him to admit that he’s come crawling to her for sex, once again. Instead she pushes him back on the bed and straddles him.
Before he can get his hands on her, she pins his wrists down and leans over him, her lips hovering over his. “Why can’t you ask for this?” she says, her lips brushing against his as she speaks.
Loki surges up and closes the small gap between their lips. Natasha releases his wrists to brace her hands against his shoulders. Loki’s hands push up under her shirt as his mouth falls open under hers.
Natasha controls the pace of the kiss, keeping it slow. They haven’t done this in weeks, and she wants to make it last.
Loki lets her have control for a few moments. Then he flips her over, moving his mouth down to her neck. Natasha tips her head back, allowing him full access to her throat. It’s always like this between them, a subtle struggle for dominance, a constant give and take.
He sucks on the skin over her pulse, while Natasha’s fingers work on the buttons on his shirt. It’s rare that she gets to undress him; usually the garments he wears are too complicated even for her nimble hands. Loki makes a low, pleased sound in his throat when she drags her hands up his bare back, nails scraping lightly against his skin.
Loki opens her jeans and pushes them down, along with her underwear, just far enough that he can slip two fingers inside her. Natasha lets out a breath, something between a sigh and a moan. Loki has talented fingers that never fail to find just the right spots inside her. Now is no exception. Natasha arches up when Loki hits her g-spot, her nails digging into his back. She knows he won’t object; Loki has a certain appreciation for the thin line between pleasure and pain.
Loki gets another finger inside her and rubs his thumb over her clit, slowly. He’s moved his mouth down from her well marked neck to her collarbone. She knows he could do this for hours-touching, exploring, kissing, as though it was the first time. Sex with Loki is not the violent coming together she might have expected. Instead it’s intimate in a way that’s a little unsettling to Natasha. Loki won’t ask for this, won’t ever admit to wanting this, but she can feel the need in his touch. Everything he won’t say-it’s there, in his touch.
Natasha reaches down and stills his hand. Before he can react, she starts pulling off her clothes. “Condom’s in the nightstand,” she says.
Loki considers her for a moment before he gives a little shrug and gets his pants off, reaching over her to retrieve the condom.
Afterward, as they lie together, Loki’s arm ends up on Natasha’ waist.
She shoots him a look. “What are you doing?”
“Nothing,” he says, snatching his arm back. He avoids her eye and quickly gets up to collect his clothing, vanishing moments later.
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Oh my god.
I've never had one of my prompts filled before! This is so perfect already asjkgjkr please finish it. I'm highly anticipating the next part. They're both such beautifully broken characters; I'd say something about the state of my feels, but some people hate that.
My brain is basically spinning in circles like a stoned cat right now.
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