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That said, I love him too much to drop him as a muse entirely, so while he isn't on the muse list yet, I'll be moving him over to my multimuse- @aninevitablemultimuse.

Unfortunately I will not be active on here any longer, but over on the multimuse, I am! (despite a semi-hiatus rn while I finish uni).

feel free to change pronouns, etc!

“ the winters can be fantastically cruel.”

“ for some people, solitude and isolation can, of itself, become a problem.”

“ there’s one other thing i think we should talk about.”

“ i don’t suppose they told you anything about the tragedy we had up here?”

“ i mean, he seemed like a completely normal individual.”

“ wow. that is, uh… quite a story.”

“ i think you can appreciate why i wanted to tell you about it.”

“ well, you can rest assured, that is not gonna happen with me.”

“ you mean they ate each other up?”

“ they had to, in order to survive.”

“ see, it’s okay. he saw it on the television.”

“ how did you know that?”

“ just like a ghost ship, huh?”

“ do you know how i knew your name was __?”

“ you know what i’m talking about, don’t you?”

“ is there something bad here?”

“ so stay out. you understand? stay out.”

“ any ideas yet?”

“ lots of ideas. no good ones.”

“ you better run fast.”

“ why don’t you start right now and get the fuck outta here?”

“ come and play with us, __. forever, and ever, and ever.”

“ i’m scared.”

“ it’s just like pictures in a book. it isn’t real.”

“ do you feel bad?”

“ i wish we could stay here, forever and ever.”

“ you would never hurt me, would you?”

“ i would never do anything to hurt you. never. you know that, don’t you?”

“ what’s wrong? what happened?”

“ i had the most terrible nightmare i’ve ever had.”

“ i dreamed that… i killed you. but i didn’t just kill you. i cut you up into little pieces.”

“ oh, my god… i must be losing my mind.”

“ what happened to your neck?”

“ you did this to him, didn’t you?”

“ you son of a bitch! you did this to him!”

“ how could you? how could you?!”

“ i’d give my goddamn soul.”

“ i never laid a hand on him, goddamn it.”

“ i wouldn’t touch one hair on his goddamn little head.”

“ i’d do anything for him. any fucking thing.”

“ i did hurt him once, okay? it was an accident.”

“ it was an accident. completely unintentional.”

“ there’s someone else in here with us.”

“ are you outta your fucking mind?”

“ no. it’s the truth! really. i swear it.”

“ did you find anything?”

“ no. nothing at all. i didn’t see one goddamn thing.”

“ and you didn’t see anything at all?”

“ i’m sure he’ll be himself again in the morning.”

“ the door was open, the lights were on.”

“ oh, i just don’t understand.”

“ somebody did that to him.”

“ there is no other explanation, is there?”

“ i think we have to get out of here.”

“ you mean, just… leave?”

“ it is so fucking typical of you to create a problem like this.”

“ i have let you fuck up my life so far, but i’m not going to let you fuck up this!”

“ and… and you blew your brains out.”

“ that’s strange. i don’t have any recollection of that at all.”

“ all work and no play makes jack a dull boy.”

“ how do you like it?”

“ what are you doing down here?”

“ i- i can’t really remember.”

“ you can’t remember?”

“ i think we should discuss what should be done with him.”

“ i don’t think that’s true.”

“ you are concerned about him… and are you concerned about me?”

“ have you ever thought about my responsibilities?”

“ oh, __, what are you talking about?”

“ stay away from me!”

“ you’ve had your whole fucking life to think things over!”

“ what good’s a few minutes more gonna do you now?”

“ please! don’t hurt me.”

“ i’m not gonna hurt you.”

“ you didn’t let me finish my sentence. i said; i’m not gonna hurt ya… i’m just gonna bash your brains in.”

“ i’m not gonna hurt you. i’m just gonna bash your brains in. i’m gonna bash ‘em right the fuck in.”

“ stop swinging the bat.”

“ put the bat down.”

“ give me the bat.”

“ what are you doing? hey… hey wait a minute.”

“ what are you doing? open the door!”

“ open the goddamn door!”

“ listen. let me outta here and i’ll forget the whole goddamn thing.”

“ i think you hurt my head real bad. i’m dizzy… i need a doctor.”

“ don’t leave me in here.”

“ you’ve got a big surprise coming to you. you’re not going anywhere.”

“ i fear you will have to deal with this matter in the harshest way possible.”

“ redrum! redrum!”

“ __, i’m home.”

“ come out, come out, wherever you are.”

“ i can’t get out. run.”

“ run and hide!”

“ here’s johnny!”

“ you can’t get away!”

This is a test. …………………………………………………………………….. Testing testing testing.  ………………………………………………………………………..

Bruce never could say no to Tony. Not in the end. He could try, and he certainly did. Even this time, before he realised just how tired the other looked, he'd given a half-hearted "Tony, no." and tried to pull his hand back.

But one good look at Tony later, and he caved completely, moving willingly with him. If Tony needed sleep and wanted Bruce with him, who was Bruce to deny him that? He couldn't.

"Okay. Okay, I'm coming. Don't worry."

He let Tony get mostly undressed and comfortable before following suit, stripping down to just his pants so he didn't overheat.

"Don't mention it."

Bruce laid there not touching Tony at first, not knowing exactly what the other was after, then decided to put the offer out there.

He wanted to argue he hadn’t spoken but technically he hadn’t been quiet either. He debated breaking his silence to muster up the saddest ‘sorry’ he could but that might actually make his case worse.

Sitting was painful, his entrance was throbbing and he was more than positive Bruce could feel that.Loki was more than certain he was going to leave a wet spot on Bruce’s pants. Sitting still was even more painful, he needed attention down there now and fighting the urge to squirm and grind was incredibly difficult. Don’t move, don’t touch. This all felt so impossible. He had the extreme urge to rub against Bruce anyway but he was already being punished. He likely couldn’t push it any further.

It was even more unfair when Bruce began touching himself. And hearing that after all of that he wasn’t going to get fucked felt nearly gut wrenching. He was aware that he was being teased and that nothing being said was true exactly but it still felt impossible not to whine and beg for forgiveness.

Loki wanted to be fucked but by Bruce’s rules he had been naughty. He wanted to make it clear he was apologetic and yet he couldn’t speak. His solution may not work but he was certainly going to try it.

"Come on Loki, you can do better than that. You've been so good so far."

Maybe a gentler approach would work better, but Bruce wasn't about to go too easy on the other. Still, while one hand kept on palming at his own cock, the other came up to stroke over Loki's hair.

"Look at you. So good. So beautiful. Absolutely soaked for me, and we've barely even started, kitten. You're so hard, and you tasted so good. Come here, kitten, come get a taste." Bruce kept his voice gentle, moving his hand down to the back of Loki's neck to pull him into a short kiss.

Bruce was breathing more heavily now, his heart pounding, but not beating at a dangerous rate, so he wasn't about to stop. In fact, he was more encouraging, shifting his leg slightly underneath Loki.

Loki adored being admired and praised like this. He wanted to fall right back onto his lap and begin riding again right that second but Bruce seemed to have other plans. Loki’s eye’s widened a bit, his mouth falling open as Bruce began to touch him. He let out a small groan, his cock twitching now that it was being touched. 

Stay quiet and don’t cum. Loki was certain he’d never be able to actually stay quiet, maybe from talking. But the second Bruce’s thumb rubbed against his clit he let out a shaky moan. It only got worse when Bruce took his cock in his mouth and penetrated him with a finger at the same time. It almost wasn’t fair.

But then came the whine, and that was less excusable. Bruce removed his finger, and pulled off of Loki's cock.

"I told you to be quiet." He said, voice stern as he looked up at Loki. "If you can't behave, you won't get to cum at all."

Now, he wasn't planning on being quite that mean, but Loki still needed to face some kind of consequence for his misbehaviour. Not a punishment exactly, but Bruce settled on withholding his pleasure for a while.

Patting his own thigh, he gave Loki a little smirk.

"Sit down, kitten. Don't move, don't touch."

He'd already told Loki not to touch or move, but just to be a little extra mean, Bruce took the step to unbutton his own trousers, pushing them down just enough to reveal the buldge in his underwear, and the small wet patch from his precum. Palming over his dick, Bruce let his head tip back, and moaned.

He was being good. Better than he had ever been for anyone and he knew this. He was glad Bruce recognized it too. Loki again found himself wanting to agree. Spreading his legs a little more as Bruce dragged his nails over them. 

If he had thought any of this was unexpected those thoughts had gone out the window as Bruce asked him to strip. It seemed Bruce was throwing him more curve balls. Loki wanted to stay put and keep riding because so far it had all been so blissful but he’d give into what Bruce wanted.

Loki shot him the smallest smile before dragging himself off of Bruce’s lap and into a standing position. It was hard, his legs were shaking slightly but he manged it. 

Bruce had not asked him to strip completely. He had asked for him to take off the pants and underwear. But he’d make it more fun and take off everything. It also allowed just a minuscule amount of teasing on his end if he took his time undressing. He took his shirt off first, dropping it on the floor in a heap and kicking it away. Then he took off his shoes, fumbling with the laces in a way that was clearly unnecessary. Next to go were the pants, which Loki actually had trouble getting off as they were sticking to his sides. But once they were off they were also tossed aside with no care.

He stood there for a moment before taking off the underwear. The longer he waited the more pleasure he was denying himself and he knew it. They weren’t exactly comfortable anymore anyway, they felt wet and cold. After slipping them off, he dropped them right onto Bruce’s lap. If he felt more cocky he would have broken the rules and spoken. But he had dragged out his game enough.

His eyes raked over Loki, enjoying each new bit of flesh that was revealed, and not even complaining about him taking his time. There was something about sitting there fully clothed while Loki got naked that made up for it.

"Come here." Bruce said, after taking a moment to really appreciate the mess Loki had made already.

"You're so wet for me, kitten. So good. Look at you, you're dripping." That was incredibly sexy, and Bruce couldn't resist. Once Loki was close enough, Bruce reached out, trailing his fingers down the underside of the god's swollen cock. Then, as his other hand moved to ghost over Loki's wet folds, he wrapped his fingers around the shaft and stroked it slowly.