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You had joined the X-Men a few years ago. You are a strong mutant with the gift of power mimicry. If you were in the proximity of another mutant, you could take on their powers if you wanted. This made you a huge threat to Erik when your teams were up against each other. He couldn't stand it. You could take anything he threw at you and give it back tenfold. You had gone toe to toe with him countless times over the years.

Now with the Sentinels threatening the existence of mutant kind, the X-Men and the Brotherhood of Mutants were teaming up. Erik and his crew are staying at the X-Mansion for the time being. It was hard to get used to at first. But both teams had slowly gotten used to each other, with the exception of you and Erik.

You were always at each other's throats. It's a constant battle of wills. You argued over everything. There was always so much tension between you. The air practically crackled with electricity any time you were in the same room. Tonight was no different. After another long battle, everyone was back at the X-Mansion. Erik stomped after you as you walk to your room.

"I told you to stay by my side so you could mimic my powers." Erik growls, his expression cold and teeth bared. He grabs your wrist to stop you from going inside. "Erik, I was fighting and we got separated. That's not my fault." You roll your eyes as you open the door to your room. "I told you to call me Magneto." He follows you inside your room, his mission suit ripped, his face dirty from the battle.

"When have I ever listened to you?" You put your hands on your hips, ready to square up with the Master of Magnetism. His light eyes meet yours and heat flares in your stomach. Damn him and his stupid handsome face. You take a deep breath to calm yourself, not wanting him to know how much he affects you. "I can't wait until this truce is over, so I don't have to see you all the time." You're pouting now. Erik smirks. "You're a terrible liar, love." With a flick of his wrist, your bedroom door slams shut.

"You know, Charles asked me to stop fighting with you." Erik takes a step closer, the space between you nearly nonexistent. You look at him suspiciously. "Why would he do that?" You can't think with him standing so close. You can feel the heat of him through his clothes. You shouldn't want him this badly. Sure, your teams were in a truce for now. But it would end eventually. Then he would go right back to being your enemy.

“Charles thinks it’s bad for our little forced team. If we are always fighting, he’s afraid The Brotherhood will start acting out too.” You roll your eyes. “Monkey see, monkey do” You quip. Erik grins. “Precisely. So love, I have an idea to quell all this tension between us.” His voice drops to that low timbre, chills cover your body. You can’t help it. He’s older, handsome, a villain. The man is a huge threat to humankind and yet here you are, panties wet just from the proximity.

You bite your bottom lip. You know you’ll regret even entertaining whatever crazy idea he has, but the words just slip out. “Well let’s hear it then.” You put your hands back on your hips, willing the attraction you’re feeling to go away. He presses himself against you, hard muscles against your soft form. Your breath hitches slightly. “I propose we hate fuck. I know you want me. I can see it clearly. Your eyes dilate when I’m near. The hitch in your breath when I stand too close gives you away.” The hum of metal goes through the air as he uses his powers to pull on your belt, drawing you closer.

“Hate fuck? I’m sure that is not what Charles had in mind, Erik.” You can’t believe the audacity of this man. A grin spreads on his devilishly handsome face. “I told you, my name is Magneto.” He places a large hand on your back. “And, that’s where you’re wrong, my sweet. Charles can read minds. He knew exactly what I was thinking, and yet, he didn’t object to the idea.” You were sure Charles didn’t think about Erik proposing this. Erik had a point though, Charles didn’t say no, but still this is Magneto. Sensing your hesitation, he brushes a stray hair from your face. “Just this once, darling. It will help, I promise. I’ll make it good for you.”

What little resolve you have shatters. His ripped suit and dirty appearance was undoubtedly sexy. You had no doubt that he would make it good for you. “Fine, but if you tell anyone, I’ll make you regret it.” You warn him, but he’s unbothered. Using his powers to move you with your belt buckle, he flings you effortlessly onto your bed. “I don’t kiss and tell, love.” He smirks as he climbs on top of you. His hands move to his helmet. He begins to take it off when you grab his arms. “The helmet stays on.”

His light eyes darken at your words. Erik leans down, lips crashing into yours. It’s not soft or sweet, not like the kisses you were used to. He did say this was hate fucking after all. You grab at his suit, trying to take it off. He breaks the kiss to pepper more along your jaw and down your neck. You gasp when he bites near your collarbone. You weren’t used to this. You had a few boyfriends who made love to you, but they weren’t this rough. Erik was just taking what he wanted. “Ah, ah, ah.” He scolds you. “If the helmet stays on, so does the suit.”

Erik holds a hand out, his powers searching for something when the pocket knife you left on your night stand flies over to him. His mouth returns to your neck, both hands holding your hips to keep you from wiggling too much. The pocket knife moves to the top of your super suit under the control of his powers. It slices through the black spandex, cutting right down the middle. Once you’re just in your bra and panties, Erik throws your tattered suit to the floor.

The knife presses against your chest. The cold metal blade is a stark contrast to your heated skin. You jump at the contact. Erik holds you down harder. “Stay still, love. Wouldn’t want you getting hurt, would we?” He teases you as the knife slices your bra. Erik throws it to the side. He takes you in: your exposed breasts, your chest heaving, your wide eyes. He growls as he lowers his face to your breast, taking a peaked nipple between his lips. His other hand rolls your other nipple between his thumb and forefinger while his powers move the knife over your torso. The jagged blade travels down your stomach making your breath hitch.

You try to be still, but it’s all so sensual. Him on top of you, the knife, the thrill of it, the fact that he’s your enemy. He stops for a second, glaring at you. “I said to hold still.” He snaps. He looks around your room, a wicked smile on his lips. He manipulates your iron headboard, the sides coming down to wrap around your wrists. You gasp as your arms are brought above your head. You could use your powers to remove it if you wanted. You both knew that, but you wouldn’t.

Your footboard captures your ankles at his command, spreading your legs. The sharp edge of the knife glides against your skin, pressing just hard enough to remind you that he could hurt you if he wanted. His teeth graze your nipple as the knife slices your panties, leaving you bare in front of him. He grins against your breast before sitting up to get a good look at you. He loves how you look under him. Your eyes are dark with lust. Your hands above your head, confined with your own headboard. You really are beautiful. He hates to admit it, even if only in his thoughts. You were always running your mouth, fighting with him over any little grievance. But now, he has all the control. The hum of his powers fill the room.

Erik grabs your ripped panties out from under you. He notices your other discarded clothing, but instead of tossing the panties on top of the pile, he gets an idea. “Open.” He commands, one hand on your face, squeezing your cheeks. His thumb and forefinger on either side of your mouth pressing your cheeks against your teeth. You do as you’re told without thinking about it. You should be ashamed, letting him boss you around like this. The man had been kept in a high security prison under The Pentagon for almost ten years for crying out loud. But shame is the last thing on your mind when you look into his light eyes. You open your mouth and he stuffs your panties inside. “Good girl.” He smiles, clearly pleased with himself, now that he had you restrained and quiet for what he assumed was the first time in your life.

Erik leans down biting your inner thigh, the knife now set aside. His cold helmet touches the top of your thigh causing you to shiver. He moves his hand, making the footboard spread you obscenely wide for him. You whimper, but it’s muffled by your panties. “What was that, darling?” He asks, and you can feel the satisfied smirk against your leg. His mouth seals over you, licking through your heat, plump lips sealing over your clit. You ache to clamp your legs around his helmet covered head to keep him there, but your makeshift restraints keep your legs apart.

He fucks you with his tongue, drinking you down while his nose glides against your clit. You hate how he already knows how to make you writhe under him. Your legs shake as buries his face against you. He moans as he grips your thighs, tongue swirling in intricate patterns the devil himself designed. He lifts his head, his dirty, ruggedly handsome face glistens, covered in you. He reaches up to take your panties out of your mouth, throwing them to the floor without care. “I want to hear what you sound like when you come for me.” He goes back to his meal. His lips tug on your clit. With a flick of his wrist, your footboard contorts back to its normal shape, freeing you. You rest your legs on his shoulders immediately, crossing your legs and pulling him closer with your heels.

He groans as he drags his tongue over you slowly, teasing you. “Erik please?” You beg him, hating yourself for it as soon as the words leave your mouth. You know he will throw this in your face the next argument you have. Erik pauses, “You know that’s not my name, love.” He says against you, his words vibrating along your core. This asshole! The absolute nerve he had to make you call him Magneto. Of course you knew he preferred to be called that. But nothing made you happier than pissing him off, so you called him Erik. The only time you even thought the name was in the middle of the night with images of him putting you through the mattress in your head and your hand between your thighs. He was going to make you say it or he wouldn’t let you come. You knew it, knew him well enough by now.

He swirls his wicked tongue expertly on your clit working you up higher and higher. “Erik!” You gasp, jerking against your headboard’s iron hold on your wrists. He flips you to your side, arms pulling against your headboard handcuffs. You squeak as you’re rolled over, his mouth never leaving you. You’re right there, so close it’s palpable. Then the insufferable jackass stops, his hands and mouth leaving you feeling cold and wanting. “I told you that’s not my name, love.” He lays his head on your inner thigh, pressing a soft kiss to your satiny skin. You groan, “I hate you so much!” He scoffs against your thigh, “I told you, you’re a terrible liar, darling. You love when I put my hands on you. You were just begging me when I had my mouth on the sweetest thing my villainous mouth will ever have the pleasure to taste. And you will be screaming my name when you come on my cock. Magneto.” He growls, his little outburst setting your skin on fire. He moves you so your back is against the mattress. He fixes his gaze on you, “Say it.” He commands.

Damn him. He looks incredible like this. His light eyes blazing with intensity, wild, unhinged, a little deranged. You shiver, you have only seen him look like this once. You were fighting, giving it everything you had. He pressed you up against an abandoned building away from the fight. He looked just like this. His nose had brushed against yours. Your breaths mingling and hearts beating rapidly. You had been so sure he was going to kiss you. Worst of all, you had wanted him to. He put his hand on your face angling you how he wanted. Just when he barely brushed his bottom lip against yours, Logan came flying through the building, sending bricks and debris soaring. The Blob had thrown him over here. Just your luck. Neither of you ever mentioned that moment, pretending it never happened.

He was looking at you with the same raw intensity now. “Beg me to give you my cock. Use my name.” That smug bastard. You’d rather makeout with Toad than to beg him again. But you were aching for him. You’d take it to your grave, but you needed him. You swallow thickly, your pride and the lump in your throat leaving. “Please give me your cock, Magneto?” He smiles triumphantly. “Again.” You keep his gaze as he unbuttons his pants, “Please can I have your cock, Magneto?” His name is barely past your lips when he slams into you. Your back arches up into him, your restraints keeping your hands above your head. You take a deep breath, trying to adjust to the thick length of him. He lifts your leg higher, setting it on his shoulder. He’s even deeper at this angle. He was hitting spots that made your head swim. His brutal thrusts push you up the bed. What’s left of your bed post bangs against the wall with force.

Erik brings his hand down between you, calloused thumb rubbing circles against your clit. You clench around him, your orgasm surging through you like lightning. “Magneto!” You cry out as he drives into you, his thrusts just as vicious as he is. Your body tightens around him, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise as he fucks you on himself. “So tight. So perfect.” He praises, burying his head into the side of your neck, his helmet cooling your skin. “Fuck.” He moans as he spills himself inside you. He presses a gentle kiss to your neck, trying to catch his breath. You use your powers to manipulate your headboard into its normal shape. You wiggle your arms, Erik sits up capturing your wrists. He looks them over, turning them to see if you were hurt. He kisses each wrist. This tender side of him a stark contrast to the rough way he just fucked you. He grabs your face, thumb caressing your cheek. “If you argue with me tomorrow, I’ll bend you over the table in the War Room in front of both our teams, consequences be damned.” He growls, the unhinged look in his eyes, tells you he means it. “What happened to this being a one time thing?” You tease him. “Darling, we both know this was never going to be a one time thing” He nips your ear playfully. You smile, thinking of all the ways you’re going to provoke him tomorrow.

“What are we talking about?” He questioned, noting Loki’s furrowed brows as he paused, turning to face him.

“Nothing.” Loki answered at the same time Thor answered “bookshop girl.”

“Oooh, bookshop girl.” Bucky grinned as Loki narrowed his gaze at Thor.

“She has a name.” Loki tutted.

“I know, I hear you saying it whenever you’re—” Bucky began, doing an uncouth hand gesture before Loki interrupted him, pushing his hands down.

“Stop!” He almost pleaded.

“I’m just sayin’ thin walls and super soldier hearing” Bucky shrugged, ignoring Loki’s scowl “anyways, what seems to be the problem?”

“Loki has a date with her tonight.” Thor answered, causing Loki to cut his eye at him before speaking.

“It’s not just a date, it’s the date.” Loki explained.

“The date yeah?” Bucky teased, wiggling his brows.

“Yes, at least I think so, she’s invited me to her apartment for dinner and I’m not sure what the etiquette for these things are.” Loki sighed.

“You go to her place and you bang her.” Bucky spoke matter of factly making Loki’s eyes widen in shock.

“What’s going on in here?” Steve asked, walking into the room.

“Loki’s finally gonna bang bookshop girl tonight.” Bucky answered, Loki huffing and rolling his eyes.

“Nice” Steve noted earnestly, patting Loki’s back “I hope you’ll be respectful and use protection of course.” He added.

“If you do not remove your hand from me within the next three seconds, I’ll be forced to—” Loki began before Steve took a step away from him, holding his hands up.

“Okay, okay.”

“Norns, why did I even bother confiding in you dimwits?” Loki puffed, pressing his fingers to his temples.

“Here’s what you do” Bucky began, setting the scene as he raised his hands up into the air, seemingly gesturing to some kind of imaginary thought bubble “you buy her some pretty flowers, some chocolate, maybe even bring a bottle of wine and then you seduce her, massage her shoulders a little, caress her and then when she’s like putty in your freakishly large hands, she’ll be tearing your clothes off and that’s when you kiss her and show her how an Asgardian prince fucks.” He finished with a wide smile.

“Things are so much more confusing here with women.” Loki groaned.

“I know buddy, I know.”

📚

Hearing your bell ring, you gasped, realising that Loki was on time. You quickly buzzed him in, standing anxiously at the front door. You smoothed down your dress and then your hair before quickly glancing in the mirror at yourself. To say you were nervous was a criminal understatement. This was the first time Loki was coming over and you wondered whether tonight was the night you’d—

The door knocked, making you almost yelp as you lost your trail of thought, opening the door.

“Loki, come in.” You smiled when your eyes met, almost all your nerves slipping away as you looked at him; it was Loki, your Loki.

“These are for you.” He spoke, handing you a bouquet of roses and a bottle of wine.

“Thank you.” You beamed, bringing the bouquet to your nose before inhaling. They smelt sweet. “These are gorgeous.” You continued to smile, gesturing him inside.

“Gorgeous flowers for a gorgeous lady.” He answered, leaving you biting your lip. “Something smells amazing.” He remarked, following behind you as you walked towards the kitchen.

“That’s dinner, it’s almost ready.” You answered. “Sit down.” You told him, directing him to a chair at the kitchen table. Pulling out thechair, Loki sat down, watching you as you grabbed a vase for the flowers. Turning your attention to the stove, you began plating the food, unaware of Loki standing up and making his way towards you. Standing behind you, he placed his hands on your shoulders before he began massaging them.

“I’m really ticklish.” You giggled before you started to squirm, the plate unsteady in your hand. “Stopp.” You laughed, Loki smiling and continuing thinking you enjoyed this judging by your reaction.

“Stop!” You yelled, spinning as you flung the plate, the food landing all over him before you gasped in realisation. “Oh gosh, oh Loki, I’m so sorry” you apologised profusely “I’m just really ticklish.”

“Honesty it’s fine, my apologies.” Loki replied.

“Let’s get you out of these clothes.” You spoke, beginning to unbutton his shirt without even realising your actions and just wanting to do something, anything to rectify your actions.

Bucky’s earlier words ringing in his head again; something about putty and kisses, Loki pressed you against the counter as he kissed you deeply, a kiss that you returned before breathlessly pulling away.

“Woah.” You murmured.

“Let me take you to bed and show you how an Asgardian prince fucks.” Loki winked, your eyes rounding before you entered a tense ten seconds of just staring at each other. “I’ve said something wrong haven’t I.” Loki figured.

“Um”

“I think I should-I should leave.” He stuttered, turning away and walking back towards the front door.

“Loki wait” you called after him, following behind him. Turning around, Loki looked down at you as you spoke “you’ve got—” you mumbled, reaching up to grab a piece of pasta from his hair, a mortified expression on his face as he realised.

“Goodnight y/n.” Loki rushed out, pecking your cheek before leaving.

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“How did it go?” Bucky asked once Loki was back at the compound and drinking apple juice out of a wine glass in the kitchen.

“Awful” Loki groaned “no thanks to you.” He added sarcastically.

“Hey don’t blame me, my methods work.” Bucky spoke defensively.

“Yes well maybe on your one night wenches but not my y/n, she’s precious and sweet and she-she always smells like honey for some reason and I-I ruined things and now I hate myself and norns I already miss her.” Loki lamented.

“You could always try apologising.” Bucky dismissed nonchalantly, stepping past Loki. “Bookshop girl I presume.” He greeted, looking at you who had just arrived moments ago.

“S-sergeant Barnes.” You almost gasped, looking up at him, Loki feeling dizzy as he heard your voice.

“At your service doll.” He saluted before leaving.

“Y/n.” Loki gushed, turning to face you.

“Loki.” You smiled.

“Oh y/n, I’m so sorry I ruined our night.” He apologised, making his way towards you before holding your hands in his.

“No, you left before it even started.” You answered coquettishly.

“What?” Loki questioned, confused by your expression.

“I’ve wanted to do that with you since we first met but I thought you wanted to take things slowly.” You explained, feeling slightly timid now.

“I thought you wanted to take things slowly.” Loki replied.

“I—”

“Jesus just get to it.” A voice sounded from outside.

“Y/n, would you like to come to my room, with me.” Loki offered.

“I’d love you” you smiled before realising your blunder “I mean I’d love to.” You quickly corrected before Loki guided you towards his room, holding your hand.

Once you both entered, you spent a moment taking his room in. You had seen parts of it before during FaceTime calls but never in person like this. It was so, him. After drinking his room in, you turned to face him, his gaze intense. Leaning in, you stood on your tiptoes as you kissed him, Loki’s hand finding your cheek as he kissed you back. Your tongues met, the kiss growing messy as his hands smoothed over the contours of your body before moving across the curve of your ass. He lifted you as you wrapped your legs around his waist, allowing him to carry you towards his bed. He laid you against it, the soft duvet hugging you as Loki’s lips moved to your neck. You moaned softly as he sucked on the exposed flesh before meeting your lips again. You began undoing the buttons of his shirt before he stopped you.

“I’ve got a quicker way of doing that.” He spoke coyly as you smiled up at him. Before you knew it, a shimmer of green surrounded you both as you continued looking up at him with a simper before it fell, the green dissipating and Loki still fully clothed. You opened your mouth to speak before realising you were naked.

“Oh my god.” You gasped.

“I’m so sorry.” Loki panicked.

“No, it’s fine, just, just get naked, now, please. Now!” You insisted, green surrounding you again before Loki too was naked. “Lord, you’re hung like a horse.” You gulped when you felt his cock nudging your hip bone. Loki looked down at you smugly after your comment. “I’ll need to-well-adjust.” You admitted.

“Of course, of course. Take your time. Whatever you need.” Loki insisted as you laid beneath him awkwardly.

“Go down on her dude.” Bucky shouted from the other side of the wall before Steve slammed a hand over his mouth.

“Shhh.”

“Whatt? He needs to get her a little wet” Bucky spoke nonchalantly “or use your fingers.” He called again.

“For goodness sake” Loki grunted, standing to his feet “are the walls really that thin.” He spoke angrily as you watched him placing his palms against the wall. “Right, now let’s try this out, oh Jamessssss. James!” He shouted, smirking when he received no reply. “Nothing, great.” He cheered, turning towards you as your eyes dipped to his semi hard cock, bouncing against his thigh with each step.

“What did you just do?” You asked, prying your eyes away.

“Enchant the room.”

“Sounds sexy.”

“Now they won’t hear us.” He explained as sultrily as possible as he stepped towards you before feeling awkward again at Bucky’s words mere moments ago. “Umm— would you mind if I- I mean only if you want.” Loki stammered over his words, gesturing between your legs as he reached the bed.

“Do whatever you want to me.” You almost whined after having watched his powerful manhood bobbling against his thigh, your submission making Loki’s eyes darken, almost possessed with confidence as he eyed your body hungrily, wrapping one of his hands around your ankle and dragging you to the edge of the bed as he knelt on the floor, your legs open, either side of him giving his mouth direct access to your centre.

“Loki I-ughh.” You moaned when he suckled on your clit, no warning, just pure primal lust. Your fists bunched into the duvet beneath you whilst Loki lapped up your pussy with ardour. You moaned his name loudly, aware that no one could hear you both thanks to his enchantment. He sucked in the entirety of you, moving his face side to side as you ground your hips against his face. You glanced down at him, watching as he circled your clit with his wet tongue before reaching down to your entrance and breaching you slightly, his tongue firm. You reacted to his every lick with a small gasp, your body hurtling towards completion as he looked up at you through his lashes. “I’m so closeee.” You almost cried, Loki flattening his tongue against your clit before you came, jolts of electricity running through you.

He licked his lips as you floated back down from your high, your folds slick with arousal as he watched your clit throb. Loki was hard as soon as he tasted you, now, he was rock solid.

Looking down at him, still on the floor, you sat up, pushing him back against the floor with your hands on his shoulders. Loki kicked his legs out from underneath him, laying back against the floor as you straddled him, rubbing your sensitive clit against his length before slowly taking him in. Loki’s hands found your hips, guiding your movements above him as you fucked him slowly, grinding your clit against the base of his cock. You looked down at him, his eyes focused on yours as you pleasured one another. Your movements sped up, both of you moaning, desperate for release as your walls squeezed around Loki’s cock, prompting his climax.

It wasn’t long before you were both back on the bed, Loki showing you how a real Asgardian prince fucks, twice more that night before you both fell asleep in a post cotiois bed, the aroma of sex clinging to the sheets.

📚

The following morning, you put on one of Loki’s shirts as he insisted you come for breakfast with him in the kitchen. Despite your nervous reluctance, you gave in, both of you walking hand in hand towards the kitchen. You stood behind him once you reached and the sound of earths mightiest heroes eating together came into focus. He wrapped an arm around your back, comforting you before he spoke.

“Everyone” he began, the room falling silent to look at you “I’d like you all to meet y/n.” He finished.

“Bookshop girl.” Almost everyone smiled in recognition leaving you flustered.

“You told your friends about me.” You giggled, Loki kissing your cheek.

“Come sit down.” The woman you instantly recognised as Wanda offered, tapping the seat next to her. You looked at Loki who nodded before you made your way to her and sat down.

“I’m proud of you.” Thor spoke, standing next to Loki as he watched you.

“Yeah, good on you.” Steve congratulated, patting Loki’s back.

“Hand on me, remove it.” Loki answered, Steve doing just that before Loki sat next to you, bringing a strawberry to your lips.

Every other word in this was sorry 🤣🤣

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By the time the morning came, the warmish glow of the winter sun had covered your room, waking you up before your daughter did. The morning routine was similar to the night one in the sense that it was done alone now.

“We’re going to see Santa today baby” you smiled, pressing the porcelain mug against your lips as you sipped your coffee.

“Yayyy” she exclaimed, her spoon almost flying out of her hand as she threw her arms in the air.

Two hours and another cup of coffee later, there you were in the mall, the line for Santa's grotto alarmingly long. You took a breath, looking at the workers dressed as elves as they spoke to some of the children further up in the line than you.

“Are you excited to see Santa?” One of them exclaimed, smiling widely at your daughter who answered with the same amount of enthusiasm.

You narrowed your gaze slightly the closer you got to the front of the queue, the elves beginning to look slightly more real. You were no stranger to elves. Loki had taken you on a tour of the nines when you were an agent and Alfheim was one of them. But this wasn’t Alfheim.

“Quit staring lady” one of them interrupted your suspicions as you reached the front of the queue.

“Sorry” you spoke, clearing your throat.

Sitting on Santa’s lap, your daughter began listing the things she wanted for Christmas as you took some pictures before her time was over.

“And what about you?” Santa asked, surprising you.

“What?” You answered just above a whisper.

“What is it you want this Christmas?” He smiled generously, your eyes meeting as all words escaped you.

“I-I don’t—” you began.

“You can’t lie to me” he reminded you, your gazes still connected as you lost yourself in this stare.

“Loki” you finally utter, truthfully. “I want Loki”

“Next” one of the elves called before you could even register what had happened. As if on autopilot, you picked your daughter up before heading home before performing the night routine, however this night, you felt off.

The following day rolled around and you took your daughter to her grandparents house.

“You are looking after yourself right” your mum asked, her eyes darting around your face.

“Yes mum” you huffed.

“You know you are still my baby” she reminded you.

“Yes mum” you answered in a softer tone.

“I’ll be round tomorrow with the angel” she smiled, looking at your daughter “don’t forget to stuff the turkey and preheat the oven to—”

“Yes mum” you quickly interrupted “bye mum.”

Getting home, you poured yourself a glass of wine before you began your food prep. Downing the liquid, you pourned yourself another, almost halfway through the bottle before pouring another. You began feeling what could only be described as tipsy before accidentally burning one of your fingers on the pot.

“Ouch” you yelped, running to the sink before putting it under cold water.

As you covered your finger in water, you looked down at it, unable to help the tears that escaped you, your eyes mirroring the tap. Just before you began to cry even more, you heard a crash upstairs, immediately sobering up as you turned the tap off. Suddenly the thousands you had spent on training to become an agent and the years you had spent on the frontline kicked in as you stealthily walked up the stairs. Whoever had broken in chose the wrong house you thought to yourself, remembering the burglaries. Following the noise, it led you to your bedroom as you carefully pushed open the door before gasping, your heart falling to the ground as your eyes met Loki’s dishevelled body laying in your bed. You honed in on the gash on his forehead, sprinting for gauze before you rushed to his side, clearing the blood. Disbelief shrouded you as you began to shake him awake.

“Lokiii, Lokiii” you called, half wondering how strong that wine was.

“Y/n?” You heard fondly, quietly as he stirred awake, you wrapping your arms around him.

The two of you embraced, no questions needing to be asked as your lips met. No words left either of your lips as you helped Loki into the bathroom, undressing him before turning the shower on. You didn’t leave his side, not wanting this potential mirage to fade into nothingness, not wanting Loki to leave again. As you guided him back into the bedroom, you still asked no questions, they could wait until tomorrow.

Wrapping your arms around one another, you embraced, the warmth of Loki’s arms around you, intoxicating you. Taking a deep breath, you breathed him in, your lips pressing against his exposed chest. You felt his lips on your forehead as you moved closer against one another. Home, you felt home.

Had to take a break from writing my assignment to write something Christmassy. Hope you enjoyed!! And I hope you have a wonderful Christmas if you celebrate ❤️

By the time the morning came, the warmish glow of the winter sun had covered your room, waking you up before your daughter did. The morning routine was similar to the night one in the sense that it was done alone now.

“We’re going to see Santa today baby” you smiled, pressing the porcelain mug against your lips as you sipped your coffee.

“Yayyy” she exclaimed, her spoon almost flying out of her hand as she threw her arms in the air.

Two hours and another cup of coffee later, there you were in the mall, the line for Santa's grotto alarmingly long. You took a breath, looking at the workers dressed as elves as they spoke to some of the children further up in the line than you.

“Are you excited to see Santa?” One of them exclaimed, smiling widely at your daughter who answered with the same amount of enthusiasm.

You narrowed your gaze slightly the closer you got to the front of the queue, the elves beginning to look slightly more real. You were no stranger to elves. Loki had taken you on a tour of the nines when you were an agent and Alfheim was one of them. But this wasn’t Alfheim.

“Quit staring lady” one of them interrupted your suspicions as you reached the front of the queue.

“Sorry” you spoke, clearing your throat.

Sitting on Santa’s lap, your daughter began listing the things she wanted for Christmas as you took some pictures before her time was over.

“And what about you?” Santa asked, surprising you.

“What?” You answered just above a whisper.

“What is it you want this Christmas?” He smiled generously, your eyes meeting as all words escaped you.

“I-I don’t—” you began.

“You can’t lie to me” he reminded you, your gazes still connected as you lost yourself in this stare.

“Loki” you finally utter, truthfully. “I want Loki”

“Next” one of the elves called before you could even register what had happened. As if on autopilot, you picked your daughter up before heading home before performing the night routine, however this night, you felt off.

The following day rolled around and you took your daughter to her grandparents house.

“You are looking after yourself right” your mum asked, her eyes darting around your face.

“Yes mum” you huffed.

“You know you are still my baby” she reminded you.

“Yes mum” you answered in a softer tone.

“I’ll be round tomorrow with the angel” she smiled, looking at your daughter “don’t forget to stuff the turkey and preheat the oven to—”

“Yes mum” you quickly interrupted “bye mum.”

Getting home, you poured yourself a glass of wine before you began your food prep. Downing the liquid, you pourned yourself another, almost halfway through the bottle before pouring another. You began feeling what could only be described as tipsy before accidentally burning one of your fingers on the pot.

“Ouch” you yelped, running to the sink before putting it under cold water.

As you covered your finger in water, you looked down at it, unable to help the tears that escaped you, your eyes mirroring the tap. Just before you began to cry even more, you heard a crash upstairs, immediately sobering up as you turned the tap off. Suddenly the thousands you had spent on training to become an agent and the years you had spent on the frontline kicked in as you stealthily walked up the stairs. Whoever had broken in chose the wrong house you thought to yourself, remembering the burglaries. Following the noise, it led you to your bedroom as you carefully pushed open the door before gasping, your heart falling to the ground as your eyes met Loki’s dishevelled body laying in your bed. You honed in on the gash on his forehead, sprinting for gauze before you rushed to his side, clearing the blood. Disbelief shrouded you as you began to shake him awake.

“Lokiii, Lokiii” you called, half wondering how strong that wine was.

“Y/n?” You heard fondly, quietly as he stirred awake, you wrapping your arms around him.

The two of you embraced, no questions needing to be asked as your lips met. No words left either of your lips as you helped Loki into the bathroom, undressing him before turning the shower on. You didn’t leave his side, not wanting this potential mirage to fade into nothingness, not wanting Loki to leave again. As you guided him back into the bedroom, you still asked no questions, they could wait until tomorrow.

Wrapping your arms around one another, you embraced, the warmth of Loki’s arms around you, intoxicating you. Taking a deep breath, you breathed him in, your lips pressing against his exposed chest. You felt his lips on your forehead as you moved closer against one another. Home, you felt home.

Had to take a break from writing my assignment to write something Christmassy. Hope you enjoyed!! And I hope you have a wonderful Christmas if you celebrate ❤️

"Hey, do you have a minute?" You ask, looking a little weary as you walk towards him. He raises an eyebrow, locating his bookmark and placing it inside his book as he closes it. "So I know we aren’t exactly friends, but I couldn't leave without asking. Do you want to spend Christmas with me and my family?" Bucky's eyebrows furrow together as he looks at you. "You're serious?" He asks, resting his chin on his fist.

You nod your head, waiting for his answer. "Why would I want to do that?" It was a fair question; one you had even expected. "I just thought you might want to have some company, have a home cooked meal. Nobody should have to spend Christmas alone." He looks at you suspiciously, “What’s the catch?”

You bite your lip, damn he was good at reading you. “Okay, you got me. So my momma has been hounding me about finding a nice man and settling down. Which is crazy. I’m an Avenger and that’s not enough for her. But she is dead set on grand babies and planning a wedding. So I might have lied and told her I had a boyfriend to get her off my back. I also might have told her I’d be bringing him home with me. So, if you come with me maybe you could help me out and pretend to be my boyfriend?”

Bucky laughs, a low gutteral sound escaping him. “No way in hell, princess.” He smirks. “I’ll stay here, order takeout, and get a break from all of you idiots. Why would I want to go home with you and play the part of your doting boyfriend? We barely talk.” You sigh. He made a good point. And if the shoe was on the other foot, you wouldn’t want to help him either.

But you were desperate. You didn’t want to disappoint your mom. She was really excited that you had a serious boyfriend. So you sink to your knees in front of Bucky, putting on the biggest pouty face you could muster. You bat your eyelashes and try to work up a few tears, but they wouldn’t come. “Please Bucky, I’m begging you. I’ll do anything.”

You look into his blue eyes hoping this would work. There had to be something he wanted. Then you saw it, a little flicker of something in his eyes. “Anything?” He asks with a smirk. “Yes. Name it and it’s yours. I’ll do your laundry for a month. I’ll scrub your suit after missions. I’ll cook all your meals. Whatever you want.”

Bucky smiles wolfishly at you, his flesh hand coming up to your face. He cups your cheek, looking into your eyes before dropping his gaze down to your lips. His thumb rubs against your bottom lip as he holds his gaze on you. “So I go home with you, spend Christmas with your family and pretend I’m your boyfriend?”

“Yes, my very serious boyfriend who could pop the question at any time.” I add making sure he knew what I expected. “Fine, I’ll do it.” You look a little surprised but quickly hide it. You thought it would take more convincing. “But I want boyfriend privileges.”

“What does that mean?” You ask, a confused expression on your face. “It means if I’m going to pretend to be your boyfriend I get to enjoy everything a boyfriend would, including having sex with you.” He smirks. Your eyes go wide. “You want to have sex with me? You don’t even like me.”

“You’re right. But I want you. If you want me to play the part then that’s my condition.” You don’t have to think about it, not really. You have eyes. Bucky is a handsome man. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t want to sleep with him too. But you didn’t want him to know you were eager so you pretended like you were thinking about his offer. Instead you were thinking about his metal hand wrapped around your throat. “Deal.” You stick your hand out to him and he shakes it.

You were an idiot. That was the only explanation you had. You were five hours into a ten and a half hour car ride. The gps kept adding minutes to the trip and traffic was crazy. You should have booked a flight, but you wanted to drive. Now, you were dealing with an aggravated super soldier who was cussing the other drivers on the interstate. You didn’t dare complain when he went over the speed limit or when he gave the finger as he was passing another car. But you did sneak glances every few seconds at him.

He was so hot all riled up like this. The blue vein in his neck throbbing, the wild look in his eyes, the death grip he had on the steering wheel. You had to hold yourself back from offering to blow him right here in the car.

The trip down south was long and almost torturous. When Bucky wasn’t yelling at the other drivers, he was fighting with you. But you survived. When you see the big sign welcoming you to your home state, you couldn’t contain your excitement. You point out all your old hang outs, telling Bucky stories about your childhood as you drove through your town. Finally, he pulls into your driveway. Your Mom’s, Mammaw’s, and Aunt’s houses were all decorated for Christmas. You loved that they were all neighbors. Most of your family lives pretty close by.

You get out of the car, letting the cool air hit you. You take in your surroundings. The trees were bare from shedding their leaves but it was still beautiful here. Bucky gets out doing the same. You both carry your bags to your old childhood bedroom that your mom had set up to accommodate the two of you. You give Bucky a tour since nobody was home. He stops to look at the big Christmas tree with presents underneath. He looks at the ornaments, turning over one you had made in Sunday School when you were a little girl. He looks like he is about to make some smart ass remark when he freezes.

His eyes land on something and you follow his gaze to the stockings your mom hung up. They were all red velvet with your family’s names embroidered in gold cursive on them. They were all filled to the brim, some candy poking out of the top. Bucky touches one gently, a look of disbelief on his face. Then you see it too. Your mom had gotten him a stocking. It was hung right beside yours. And in the same gold letters as everyone else’s, ‘Bucky’ was on it and it was overflowing more than the others.

“I’ve never had a stocking like this.” He admits quietly. “We were poor and my ma just got us oranges and apples. She would bake a cake and we might get one gift . A toy gun for me, a doll for my sister. Nothing like this.” You grab his flesh hand, rubbing your thumb along the top of it. You’re interrupted when your mom comes in. Her eagle eyes on your hand in Bucky’s, a huge smile on her face.

You run to her, giving her a big hug. “Momma, this is my boyfriend, Bucky.” You gesture to him, and he walks over shaking her hand. “I’m James Barnes, ma’am. But you can call me Bucky.” He flashes her a huge smile and she blushes. You roll your eyes. He was really laying it on thick.

After you caught up with her and Bucky answered all of her questions, you all go over to your Mammaw’s house. She was watching Bonanza on tv. She loves those old western shows. She and Bucky talked for ages about them. Apparently, he was a fan too. You and your mom carried in wood for her stove while he kept her company. “We are gonna have to borrow the neighbor’s wood splitter again. We have almost used up all her chopped wood.” Your mom tells you.

“I can split it.” Bucky offers. You give him a surprised look. “You will?” He nods his head. “Just show me where everything is. I’ll take care of it.” You shrug and take him outside. Showing him where he can bust the wood. You give him a an axe and some old work gloves before heading inside to watch westerns.

After an hour, you go outside to check on him and bring him some water. When you go back in, you find your mom and Mammaw at the window giggling like school girls. “What?” You ask. Your mom motions you over and you look out the window just in time to see Bucky take his black henley off. His muscles are slick with sweat. He swings the axe down forcefully and the muscles in his back move sinfully. Your eyes nearly pop out of your head.

You hear your Mammaw gasp as he continues chopping the wood. Your mom pats you on the back, “You did great, honey.” You giggle, actually giggle. You can’t help it. He looks incredible and you’re glad he came up with the whole sex idea or else you would put your pride aside and beg him to fuck you. He busts the last piece, propping the axe up against the wood pile and heading toward the house. You’ve never seen your Mammaw run so fast to get back in her rocking chair.

You take Bucky to visit your Pappaw. He showed him his gun collection. Which you think was his way of threatening him. Your pappaw sends you out to get lunch for everyone, but keeps Bucky there with him. You’d love to be a fly on the wall. Pappaw is probably giving him the whole ‘what are your intentions with my granddaughter’ talk. When you left, he shook Bucky’s hand and told you he was a fine young man. So their talk must have went well.

The next night, you and Bucky were going with your mom to watch the church Christmas program. That was one thing about your mom, she raised you to be a Southern Baptist and you were expected to go to church if you were home. This time was no different. You put on a long sleeve dress, fix your hair, and put on a little mascara. Bucky is wearing dark jeans and a long sleeve button up. Your sister, her boyfriend, your Mammaw and your Pappaw were all at the church too. They sat on your mom’s usual pew, three up from the back on the left side.

There wasn’t any room for you and Bucky so you sat behind them. The church was unusually full, but they were expecting a lot of people to come. That’s what happens when there’s a Christmas program and a dinner afterward. People loved free food. All the little old ladies you went to church with your whole life came over to gawk at Bucky.

They were giving him peppermints and hard candies from the bottoms of their pocket books. They were hugging him, and feeling his muscles. They all told you how good you had done in getting a man like him. They told him how handsome he was. They pinched his cheeks. And one even pretended like she needed help walking back to her pew. But you had seen her just moments ago running over to scold a child who was trying to stick his finger in the cake she baked for after the program. Bucky took her arm and led her to the front of the church. Her grip on his muscled arm tight the whole time.

Finally the choir started singing and the program begins. You shivered, regretting your decision to not wear tights. The temperature in the church varies. It was either freezing or you were sweating. You grab a blanket off the back of your mom’s pew and laid it on your lap. You scoot closer to Bucky, hoping his body heat would help.

The children get up to start their part of the program. Bucky lifts the blanket and puts it over his left side, his metal hand underneath it. Your breath hitches when you feel the cold metal of his hand on your bare thigh. You look at him questioningly. He smiles and winks then turns his attention back to the children singing. His hand moves higher until it stops at the edge of your panties. Your eyes go wide and you put your hand over his, a silent plea to stop.

He reaches over with his flesh hand and moves your hand away. He moves his cool fingers under your panties, sliding them against your center. He gathers your slick, bringing it up to your clit and swirling his vibranium thumb. You grip his thigh and try to pay attention to the program. He slides two fingers inside you and you bite your lip to stifle the moan that escapes you. You’ve never been more thankful for the kids’ loud off key singing.

You look around to make sure no one is paying attention to you. Thankfully everyone is watching the program or taking pictures of the kids. You lay your head against his shoulder, making it look like you were cuddling your boyfriend enjoying the Christmas show. When you were really just trying to hide your face as it contorts in pleasure. Bucky’s fingers set a brutal pace as his cool thumb worked your clit. It was all too much. How he looked yesterday chopping the wood, how everyone loved him, the way he was taking you apart in the one place he absolutely shouldn’t. One more curl of his fingers and swipe to your clit and you were falling apart on Bucky’s fingers in church with your face buried in his shirt.

Finally your last day home arrived, Christmas Day. Your mom made a huge breakfast that your family came over to eat. Then you sat in front of the tree to open presents. You all started with your stockings. Truthfully, you were more excited to watch Bucky open his than to see what was in yours. He dumped it out. Candy, chocolates, candy canes, all kinds of treats spilled on the floor. Bucky’s whole face lit up in a smile. He had never looked more handsome.

He opened the gifts your mom got him, a couple shirts and a watch. He thanked her graciously. Then you hand him the gift you were eager to surprise him with. You ordered it online and had it shipped to your mom’s house and she wrapped it for you. He looks surprised as he opens it, a record player and some old records you had to pay an arm and a leg for. They were hard to find too. You asked Steve what music Bucky liked back in the day and you searched for days to find them on vinyl.

He pulls you in for a hug. “This is the best Christmas I’ve ever had.” He whispers in your ear. You hold him tighter. The rest of the day is spent watching Christmas movies and eating cookies. Your mom set up a hot chocolate bar on the table with marshmallows, whip cream, sprinkles and peppermint sticks. It was a cute idea she got from Pinterest.

That night, you hug your mom goodnight as she heads to bed. You and Bucky stay up a little longer. Bucky was acting a little weird. He went out to the shed where your mom stored her Christmas decorations and he was being secretive. When you asked about it, he told you it was a surprise. So you stopped asking questions and tried to finish watching The Year Without A Santa Claus. When it was over, you went to your childhood bedroom where Bucky had been for a while.

“Can I come in yet?” You ask as you stick your head in the doorway. When Bucky nods, you shut and lock the door behind you. “Strip.” He commands. You don’t hesitate. You would walk on hot coals barefoot if he asked you to. You place all your clothes in a pile on the floor and stand bare before him. “Get on the bed.” He gestures with his vibranium finger. You lay down and watch as he pulls something out from under the bed. Old Christmas lights that your mom didn’t use this year.

Bucky must have been in here untangling them. He holds your wrists above your head and wraps the lights around them. Then he brings it down your arms and to your chest. He binds it around your breasts and over your stomach. You try to move your wrists, but it’s too tight. Not enough to hurt but maybe a little uncomfortable.

He stands at the foot of the bed admiring you. “Perfect.” He grabs the mug of peppermint sticks your mom had set out off the dresser, twirling one between his fingers. He lays on the bed between your legs pressing a kiss to inside your thigh. You feel his scruffy cheeks against your thighs and you shiver. He leans his head down and licks up your center. Bucky’s flesh hand grabs your thigh, spreading your legs wider.

He looks up at you from between your thighs. His blue eyes never leaving yours as he puts the peppermint stick in his mouth. He twirls it between his lips, getting it wet. He removes it with a plop, and he brings it down, sliding it inside you with ease. His warm tongue flicks your clit, the peppermint making it tingle.

You moan as he swirls his skilled muscle around you. Bucky works the peppermint stick slowly moving it in and out. Each time he puts it back inside you, he angles it to reach that spot that makes you see stars and your toes curl. He rolls his tongue over you as he pumps the peppermint stick faster.

You arch your back and try to get closer to him. You want to reach down and tangle your fingers in his hair while he tastes you. But you can’t move your arms because of the Christmas lights he tied you with. Bucky removes the peppermint stick and brings it to his mouth, sucking your arousal off it. He moans, looking in your eyes as he slurps you off it.

He lowers his head again, his now icy mouth closing around your clit. He sucks you between his lips, his tongue flicking against it gently. You writhe underneath him as he holds your hips down with his metal arm. He slides the peppermint stick back inside you as his lips tug your clit. He moans against you and that’s your undoing. You cry out as your orgasm crashes through you, wrecking you. Bucky keeps up the good work until your shuddering subsides.

The next morning, you both tell your family goodbye. Bucky packs all your belongings into the car and you start the long journey back to the compound. This time instead of yelling at the other drivers, Bucky holds your hand the whole way. “I can’t wait to come back next year.” He tells you with a huge smile on his face.