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I'm taking a stab at this, probably will be done tomorrow.

OP

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, I'm VERY excited to hear that!

Erik survives and swears loyalty to T’Challa, becoming a companion to the king (romantic/sexual, or platonic with UST). Erik hates that his body is covered in proof of his past sins, so he asks T’Challa to put his own mark somewhere on Erik’s body. Bonus points if T’Challa enjoys it way more than he should.

Thor loves a woman who can kick his ass, and he wants someone else to be in charge for a while. Val loves a strong man on his knees, and she wants the power and respect she lost when she left Asgard.

Gamora has tentacles as part of her genitalia. Anyone she's sleeping with is into it.

Oh gosh yes.

OP here, omg, this was beyond perfection! The way it started as playing, pretending to be people they’re not, how confused Steve is, how sure Bucky is, holy shit! The thrill of pretty heels and a billowing skirt- I’m a 6’1" woman with shoulders from hell and there is something so incredibly powerful and freeing about feeling airy and admired and pretty, when you’re usually not. Steve’s thrill that in this way, his body shspe works for him.

And the internalized homophobia was there, sure, but so clearly not something that comes from Steve, because it’s so beautiful when he’s with Bucky, it’s not at all how people say it is, and oh, that Bucky goes down on him is such a great nod to him acknowledging and being attracted to Steve as a man, not just as a pretty dame in a pretty dress, it was the perfect way to end it!

God, this is everything I dreamed of and more! Any chance of it being on AO3 so K can bookmark the crap out if it? :D

Published book, literally involves about this exact scenario. It’s a super weird book by Stephen King’s wife.

Ffffffffuck yes + a million!!

Here it is! (https://archiveofourown.org/works/17303105)

Footage from the Raft gets leaked, and the world collectively blows a gasket when they see the prisoner conditions. The UN has to do some pretty quick backpedaling, as well as find more "humane" ways to keep their prisoners.

The world security council decides that a disabled prisoner isn't a prisoner that they have to worry about escaping from a supermax holding facility, regardless of their powers, so they begin to systematically blind any prisoners that are sent to the Raft for breaking the accords or operating as a hero without having first signed them.

They see this as a huge victory - they no longer need the straitjackets or little holding cells in solitary confinement, they can just assign a guard with a shock collar remote to babysit, and let their prisoners wander the facility.

After all, the security footage isn't high enough quality for anyone to notice how milky the prisoners' eyes all look when the news crews show the footage of the "reformed" facility.

+1 +1 +1 +1

ooooh that's fucked up, I would read that.

Inspired by the Hamilton song "Say No to This," I would love to read a story where married Tony is approached by Any. Sympathetic to Any's sad story Tony agrees to give them money and a shoulder to cry on, which quickly turns into an affair while Tony's spouse is out of town. When Any's spouse discovers the affair they demand money in exchange for not telling Tony's spouse.

Any character/gender is okay for the other characters. End the story however you want, whether Tony pays up or outsmarts his opponent, whether the affair stops at one or continues in secret, it's up to you. But I definitely want to see how and why Tony gives into temptation/sympathy for Any, and I would love for Any to genuinely be attracted to Tony, not just after his money.

Gamora reclaims the childhood she never got. Sexual and non-sexual are both fine, Peter can be a caretaker or another little.

Sorry, life happened! So...it kind of turned into an OT3??? I hope that's okay, I'm so sorry if it's isn't. Tony was only supposed to be a side character but he's such a hoe, he just finds he way into everything. The smutty parts are just Loki/Pepper though.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy it. I didn't mean to prompt-jack.

When the invitation came to dine at the palace in honor of Thor's re-re-re-coronation, Pepper was understandably reluctant to deliver it. The last banquet is still classified as a medical emergency in his file, and she has no doubt that events will repeat themselves if she doesn’t dispose of the scroll right away.

She fully intends to do it too, but in the end she hands it over because her boss's friend cum permanent house guest has a knack for revenge. On it’s own that wouldn’t be enough to put her off, but unfortunately Loki also knows where she keeps her handbags and she likes her wardrobe as it is thank you very much.

Loki's face is passive as he scans the missive except for a telling downward twitch of his lips. Then he smiles.

What little hope she had for their collective safety dissolves.

"That fool will rue inviting me." Loki rumbles, looking every bit the villain he used to be. "I will shame him such that no one will ever attend his silly revels again."

"Revels?" Tony pipes in from the sofa. "I'm in."

"It doesn't say anything about a plus one." Pepper hurries to argue, knowing it's too late. Her boss with benefits never met a party he didn't like. Predictably Tony shoots her the puppy eyes that she can't remember him using before Loki crash landed into their living room. With the fastest flicker of eye contact the two of them form an alliance and Loki grins.

“No, no, no.” Pepper points at each of them in turn.

“Ah c’mon, don’t be like that.” Tony whines.

“Not again, I am not rolling you two home and picking up your messes again.”

"I am a prince, I may do as I please." Loki closes his book with a flourish. "And bring whomever I wish, for that matter."

“Well, you two have fun then.” say says, glancing anxiously between the boys. Loki and Tony shouldn't be allowed on the same planet, let along the same couch. It's like corralling twin hurricanes that occasionally team up to wreck her schedule, her hair, and occasionally large sections of Brooklyn.

"Indeed!" Loki agrees, tilting his head so he's somehow looking down his nose at her from below. "No need to chaperone, my lady, I’m sure we can manage one evening without dismantling the Tower and all of Asgard."

The glint in his eyes does not ring as sincerity to her. Which calls to mind all the other nights she let them out unsupervised. And all the workmen she had to hire to repair the damage, and the therapy she had to buy for that poor old lady at the theater, and the hacker she had to bribe to get the photos off of Instagram...

"On second thought..." Pepper sighs, and Tony claps Loki on the back like he had any part in her decision making process. Truthfully she’s as worried about Loki’s health as she is about collateral damage. Although he generally stops short of any real harm, his judgement has a fairly large blind spot when it comes to Asgardians and pride. Namely the pride they all take in drinking, eating, and fighting.

Resigning herself to an entirely avoidable and undoubtedly tragic evening, she makes her way to the elevator. Her heels click smartly on the floor and the sound of a high five echoes on the walls of the penthouse.

"See you at six!" Tony calls.

“And wear something revealing, won’t you?” Loki adds.

She hits the elevator call button with unnecessary force and reminds herself that it will all be worth it tomorrow. Her two idiots are never more eager to please than when they’re hungover, drowsy, and chasing away nausea with pancakes.

-

The sky over Asgard never fails to amaze her, even if her companions are giving her a migraine.

"I don't think I get it.” Tony says loudly, gesturing wide with his hands, “It's a banquet. How is eating all the food a bad thing?"

They step out of the Bifrost and onto the Lisa Frank bridge. She ought to be impressed by the grandeur of the Realm Eternal, but Loki's stories take a lot of the shine off of the golden city. Invisible though it may be, she knows a glass ceiling when she sees one.

Dressed in his finest leathers and tunics, Loki answers from the head of the group.

"An honorable host never leaves his guests hungry. To run out of food when one has invited esteemed men into their home is the greatest offense an Asgardian can make. To do so at one's own coronation..." Loki grins with all his teeth, eyes gleaming in anticipation. "It would be a disgrace. A shaming which would loom over the regent's entire reign."

"Ok Dr. No, calm down." Tony smirks, walking double time to keep up with Loki and Pepper's longer strides. "So you're saying you want to insult Thor by eating food...at the event where the entire point is to eat food?"

"Oh, I will do more than insult, Stark, I will ruin him. I shall be his ultimate downfall. I will defile his good name to scraps for feral dogs." Loki all-but purrs. Dark with anticipation of his dastardly plot. Although it should be ludicrous, Pepper finds dread creeping up her spine. If she’s ever the target of that kind of ire, she’s not sure even Tony could save her.

The banquet hall roars with the sounds of a raucous party when they enter. Glasses clink in enthusiastic toasts, swords class in the dueling arena, and a crowd of tipsy warriors shout boasts and playful insults across the long tables.

They sit at Thor's left, and the moment the food is served Loki gets to work. However fond she is of Loki and his petty revenge schemes, Pepper can't stomach more than a plateful of the heavy food. It's delicious, no doubt, but she can only put away so much boar and savory pie and potato-like root vegetables. Tony makes a slightly more valiant effort, but maybe that's just the booze egging him on.

After three plates he calls it quits and slumps on her shoulder, drunk and rambling.

"Two glasses, can you believe it? Just two drinks and I'm sooooooo wasted." he sing-songs, laying his head on the table and pressing what's left of his cold drink to his forehead. She's well past tispy herself, not that she's going to announce it.

"I only had a half." she says instead, rubbing up and down his back. "It’s a lot stronger than ours."

The calming cold of the glass distracts him and it takes him a long time to answer.

"I'm so full." he eventually hums in sloshed contentment. “I’m turning violet.”

"Poor thing." Pepper croons.

Tony chuckles, then descends into giggles at the sound of his own childish laughter. Over his bent form she can see Loki going strong, cutting into a massive steak and slathering it in a generous layer of mash. "You know between you two I really thought he'd quit first."

"What?" Tony shoots up, so fast he almost topples off the bench they're all sharing. He looks scandalized, eyes wide and unfocused as he points his finger not-quite at her face. "Loki's not a quitter. You take that back. Loki, Loki–” he whacks his neighbor with a sloppy, uncoordinated slap, “Loki, did you here her? Can you believe this?"

Loki swallows, wiping his mouth on a napkin and dragging an entire basket of bread loaves in front of him.

"Ye of little faith.” he tuts, not even looking up from his plate.

“I am shocked, Pep. Ashamed.” Tony gestures wildly, sloshing liquor all over the table. “The indignity, the audacity.”

Pepper rolls her eyes, looking down the table and at the heaping serving dishes and the footmen attending to guests with brass pitchers.

“Are you sure you can eat all this?” she asks, and Loki follows her gaze in turn. He goes a bit pale, but quickly banishes the expression.

“I will.” he says firmly, breaking apart the loaves with renewed fervor. “I must.”

She decides to do him the favor he won’t do himself. SItting up straight, she leans onto the table and shouts at Thor.

“Hey, didn’t you say at the last banquet that you wanted a rematch with Hogun?”

The newly crowned king looks rather debauched in his gold cape, face flushed with a buxom Asgardian lady perched on his lap. He blinks, taking a long moment to process through the haze of alcohol and noise. At long last he beams, pushing his chair back to see her better.

“Verily, Miss Potts! Thank you, I had almost forgotten.” Deep voice booming, he addresses the hall, “Everyone, everyone listen up!”

The look Loki shoots her might be the closest thing to true love any of them are going to get. She mouths you’re welcome and memorizes the adoring, flustered stare it earns her in return.

The ensuing contest bests many a mighty warrior, but Loki is not one of them. Neither is Thor.

After a display fortitude from all parties, the challenge winds down to a platter of custard tarts and the stalwart brothers struggling to finish it. Everyone else either bowed out or passed out.

Cradling his flushed face in his hand, Loki stares at the final morsels with disdain. Thor looks much the same, if not worse.

“There is no shame in a draw.” Thor grunts, panting loudly while his lady friend soothes his belly with gentle rubs. “We are tied, brother, can we not end this in harmony?”

The words spur Loki on, his face dropping into stern determination.

“Concession is not in my nature.” he says, snatching a tart from the platter and shoving it into his mouth whole. Tony stands behind him, rubbing his shoulders like a coach in a boxing matching. Loki chews, trying to down the bite quickly, but his belly clenches in rebellion. He looks ready to relieve himself all over the table, so Pepper scoots closer on the bench to offer what comfort she can.

“Breathe.” she murmurs, carefully petting his stomach. It’s firm under her touch, so full and stretched. The sight of him swollen and struggling alights a strange excitement in her. He’s always remarkable with his magic and his wit, but this is a new dimension she hasn’t seen before. With tremendous effort he swallows and slumps back into Tony’s arms. Trembling, hot from exertion, he lets out a loud belch and groans in relief.

At the head of the table Thor winces, but picks up a tart of his own. It goes smoother than Loki’s, which makes the younger god sigh in despair. All around the room the fellow Asgardians watch with interest, clutching their own full bellies and wincing in sympathy as the brothers soldier on.

“One more.” Tony says.

“Can’t–” Loki gasps, flushing as a string of little burps make room in his stomach. “

“What? Come on, yes you can. I bet six kegs on you at the bookies. I don’t even know how to buy six gets of Vinter AIe, you gotta win.”

“Too full–”

Leaning over Loki, Tony grabs one of the three remaining tarts and holds it to Loki’s lips.

“But they’re so tasty.” he croons, laughing a bit cruelly at Loki’s answering shudder. Pepper slides closer on the bench.

Although it may seem like a senseless competition, Pepper knows what this means to Loki. If he fails, she’s not sure either she or Tony could stop him retaliating. Over the months they’ve built a rapport, but Loki is still every bit himself. Hell hath no fury, as they say. He gazes hopelessly at the platter and she can tell he needs more than Tony’s gruff encouragement.

Snaking her arm around his back and leans in close to rubs circles over his distended belly and whisper in his ear.

“Look, there’s only six left.” she says with a kiss to his neck. “You can do three more, can’t you? Think of what you already ate, wouldn’t it be a waste to quit now?”

Loki squeezes his eyes shut, nodding but unable to speak.

“One more, come on. It’s just a little tart.” Tony says sharply, waving the little pastry in front of Loki’s face.

“You don’t want to disappoint him, do you?” Pepper adds, her hand travelling slowly up and down. “Take a bite for me.”

Shivering, Loki opens his mouth and accepts the food. Despite his stuffed gut and overheated skin he groans at the sweet taste and creamy texture, momentarily blissful at the flavor.

“Good job. That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

“N-No.” Loki admits, licking his lips.

“That’s it, buddy. That’s awesome. How many is that?” Tony yells at the bookie on the far end of the hall and makes a pleased sound at the answer. “Good god, Lokes, you’re a beast. You’re amazing. Better give up, Point Break, you’re going down! This guy’s gonna eat you out of house and home.”

“Brother, please, before we stuff ourselves into oblivion.” Thor groans. Dutifully, he chews his own tart with laborious bites.

“I will not yield.” Loki says, more to himself than anyone else.

“Damn right you won’t.” Tony grunts, scooping up the second to last of the mini desserts and offering it. “One more, you can do it.”

“You said that last time.” Loki says in a pitiful voice. His hands join Peppers at his waist and clumsily loosens the laces of his pants. The pressure on his stomach eases, but he’s so thin that the relief must be fleeting. His own skin must be nearly as tight as the pants were.

“Well this time I mean it. Open up.”

“If you can keep this down there’s only one left. Won’t it feel so good to finish?” Pepper asks. Loki breathes deeply, sweat dripping down his neck as he clenches his stomach and tries to burp again. A gurgling noise comes from his throat and Pepper doubles her efforts to calm his poor belly.

“Shhh, it’s okay. You can do it, you can keep it in.”

Loki nods frantically, his adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows around the dry heaves. His hands fall to clutch Tony’s pants, and for once her boss seems to recognise a boundary and pets Loki’s hair instead of pushing the tart to his lips.

Across the table Thor is in a similar state, having a hushed and frantic conversation with his companion. All at once he loses control, his body rebelling and expelling all over the poor girl’s fine dress. The crowd of onlookers gasps as one, a roar of shocked whispers overtaking the room.

The smell is terrible, so terrible it makes Pepper gag but fortunately she hasn’t indulged nearly as much as the others. She fights through her body’s automatic response and focuses on Loki. He’s undoubtedly worse off, his face pinched and nose wrinkled.

“Just breathe, that’s it. It will pass.” she whispers gently, her hand at the small of his back where he’s arching to give his swollen gut as much room as possible. He obeys, nostrils flaring as he breathes frantically through his nose and leans into Tony’s big hands in his hair.

“Another.” Loki eventually gasps, hands clenched around Tony’s knees.

“You sure?” Pepper asks.

“Please…” he all-but begs, shaking. “I’m not a quitter.”

“That’s the spirit.” Tony sneers, and Pepper sighs at his delighted grin. He loves pushing people too much. It’s a good thing she came tonight. Who knows how this might have gone without her?

“Take it slow.” she cautions, watching warily as Loki opens his mouth and allows Tony to shove the food into his mouth. As with the last time, the flavor seems to reinforce Loki’s resolve, the pleasant tingle of creme and butter a welcome balm over his distress. He hums and grins a dopey grin as he chews slowly. Savoring the flavor, but also stalling the inevitable journey into his overfull stomach. Eventually he swallows, eyes far away and glassy.

“Yes! You did it!” Pepper shouts despite herself, caught up in the moment. Loki sighs, lets out a long deep belch and squirms in discomfort.

“Is that all?” he pleads, glancing at the final tart on the tray.

“Suck it Thor!” Tony shouts, squeezing Loki’s shoulders. “He won!”

“No–” Loki snaps, his face dropping in panic and confusion. “No, I haven’t finished. I need to finish.”

“You beat him, Loki, it’s okay.” Pepper soothes, but Loki sits up as straight as he can. His eyes are wide and desperate.

“I will not settle, I will disgrace his name.” Loki rasps, snagging the final tart and smiling wickedly as a silence descends over the banquet hall. In awe, Pepper scans the shocked expressions of the warriors and guests, all watching Loki like he has a bomb strapped to his chest.

“Your king is a briggand.” Loki shouts, holding the tart in the air like a flag of revolution. “He is not fit to care for one hall of guests, much less the Nine Realms. Let all Asgard know him for the fool his is!”

Triumphantly, he eats the final tart in one big bite. Before he can doubt himself, he chews with harried fervor and swallows, his fist colliding with the table like a guillotine falling. The crowd explodes in horrified cried and outraged bellows, and Loki simple grins his most victorious leer.

Cackling he throws his arms around Tony and Pepper as the warriors in the room reach for their swords and spears.

“Dammit Frosty, what the hell have you gotten us into?” Tony yells. Still solidly drunk, it takes him three tries to activate his wristwatch gauntlet, and even that’s not going to be enough to get them out of the banquet hall alive.

“Laterz!” Loki yells, mimicking the prank show he and Tony watch every Saturday while Pepper’s at the salon. And in a whirl of magic, he teleports them to the golden sphere of the Bifrost, laughing like a lunatic.

Although she knows it’s her job to scold him for this sort of thing, Pepper can’t bring herself to rain on his success.

“Did you see their faces?” Loki demands, tipping his head back and giggling breathlessly even as he clutches his aching belly . “They didn’t see that coming, the imbeciles!”

“What a fucking badass!” Tony throws his arm around Loki’s back and drags him down to scrub a noogie into his hair. The bent posture pressures Loki’s stomach and he hisses.

“But perhaps we ought to return home?” Loki says reluctantly, nudging Tony to let go and approaching the gatekeeper. “Ready to be rid of me?”

“I was ready the moment you arrive.” Heimdall says. And just like that, they are falling through space.

The bumpy ride can’t be comfortable for Loki, and the rough landing must be worse. He doesn’t complain though, he’s too busy strutting over to the bar to crack open a seltzer water. Tony collapses on the sofa with a stretch and yawn, grinning at her with almost as much pride as Loki himself.

“See, Pep? Totally harmless.”

That sends Loki into another fit of giggles, which turn into groans as the convulsions rock his stomach. She hasn’t seen him so energized in all the time they’ve been together. It’s wonderful to see. Grin threatening to split his face, he leans complacently on the bar and takes dainty sips of his bubbly drink and preens like a peacock at Tony’s drunkenly mumbled compliments.

Left to their own devices both of her boys could very well pass out from forgetting to eat, or drink, or sleep. It warms her to see them so well fed and happy. She steps away to clean off her makeup and slip into a cozy nightgown.

When she returns Tony is snoring on the couch while Loki leans on the bar and finishes kicking off his pants. Bare of all but his tunic and socks he’s as lanky and elegant as ever, rubbing absently at his stomach with an easy smile.

“I think I’m ready for bed.” she says.

“Hmmm, bed.” he agrees. Shuffling closer, she can’t help her eyes falling to the heavy sway of his cock under the long tail of his shirt. It’s been a long day, and her eyelids feel heavy, but it’s always a treat to have Loki to herself. His skillset is very satisfying to monopolize.

After a moment of consideration she slips under his arm and walks with him to the bedroom, fingers playing at the silky linen of his tunic. Flicky lazily in the direction of the couch, Loki plops Tony on the far end of the California king and settles himself in the middle. Normally she would fight him for the position, but she supposes he has earned it.

Laying on her side, she snuggles under his elbow and grazes her nails over the bare skin of his legs and over the slight bump of his stomach. With a deep groan his eyes flutter shut and his cock twitches, just an indistinct bulge under the fabric but growing fast.

“You seem pleased.” she says evenly, catching his slitted eyes in a molten stare as she slips under his shirt to touch skin to skin. He hums, almost a catlike purr.

“I’m not accustomed to eating so much anymore.”

The skin of his stomach heats under her touch and he starts rocking his hips unconsciously, breathing steadily heavier at the tease of his shirt on his cockhead. Warmth pools between her own legs at the sight of him relaxing and silently opening himself up to her attentions. His blooming trust always leaves her wanting more once they’ve come, wanting to see how capable he is of being nice and good when the circumstances suit him.

“Anymore?”

Loki’s lip twitch down, just a flicker before it’s hidden. “As a boy I couldn’t get enough. But in the void…”

Not wanting to lose the moment she palms his length and distracts him with slow, sensual touches and raise up on her elbow to align their lips.

“I’d like to see you eat more.” she dares to say, pecking at the corner of his mouth, his cheek, and back to his lips for something deep and hungry. “I worry about you.”

“I forgot how good it feels. To go past full, I mean.” Loki rumbles when they part, his breath rich with all the flavors he’s tasted tonight. He must like the belly rubs, because once both her hands are busy he does it to himself, eagerly shoving his tunic higher and spreading his fingers around the little mound under his belly button. It’s an impressive trophy, his normally trim waist puffed out and swollen with his success.

He’s becoming more and more excited, pulse hammering in his neck as she jerks him faster and faster. Hands wandering up and down his body, Loki stops to pinch at his nipples just as she moves to cup and fondle his balls and he moans, quiet but unrestrained. He’s normally reserved in bed, like he’s been trained over years and years to keep absolutely silent. The lapse of his control makes heat spike in her groin and she throws her leg over his, straddling him and rubbing under her body sings from the delicious friction.

Making up her mind about how she wants the evening to go, she slides the rest of the way between his legs and sucks languid kisses in the crease of his hip. Without a hint of hesitation he spreads for her, bare and begging silently with helpless thrusts into empty air.

“Hmm, you’re so sexy with your little bump.” she sighs, giving in to his desperation and sucking his head into her mouth. Gasping, he hands fly to cup the back of her head, to hold her hair out of her face in that gentlemanly way that Tony’s always too far-gone to imitate. Really, she thinks the world would be shocked by how considerate Loki is. WIth her at least, she can’t know how he is with others, but with her he is nothing short of genteel.

“I-It’s not so small is it?” he says in an unconvincing light tone. Is he self conscious about the size? With a strong suction she takes him deep and pulls off, following her lips with rapid strokes of her hands.

“We can make it bigger.” she says, too light headed to question the strange turn this encounter has taken. Loki lurches in her hand, arching in a fevered thrust that sends precome dripping onto his chest, only to be smeared and spread over his bulging belly in a filthy display.

“Oh, you like that idea? Do you want to get bigger? Want to get all round and sexy for me?” she asks. The words catch up to her after she says them, and in the haze of giving head and the intoxicating tingles coursing through her slick lips all she feels is hot. She likes the idea of Loki being healthy, of his sharp collar bones and protruding hips softening with soft mounds of fat. He would be so much more pleasant to cuddle too, which would surely get Tony on board with it.

Loki comes apart while she contemplates, cheeks flushed and hands dug into the sheets to steady himself against the urge to thrust deeper. She hums, her free hand wandering up to cup and caress his bulge, and that’s all he can take. He comes, his hands tugging at her in warning but she stays where she is. He’s done so good today, he deserves a reward, and sucking him all the way through his orgasm seems a fair trade.

She gags at the taste, and Loki lets out a high noise like a bird, the sudden tightness sending him even higher into ecstasy. It seems to last a long time, his body twitching and eyes wide and unfocused at the overwhelming rush. She pets him through it, all the way up to the dip of his pecs and back down to his swollen belly, slowly and sweetly coaxing him through wave after wave. Sadly she needs air to live, so she eventually has to slip away and cough through the uncomfortable mouthful.

“By the stars.” Loki pants, covering his face with his arms and bucking mindlessly into the circle of her hand, drawing out the final descending aftershocks. Once she can finally breathe normally she wipes her mouth on his shirt and smiles.

“That looked like a good one.”

“Verily.” Loki groans. That indolent smile makes a comeback, stretching across his face like it’s unfamiliar land and it’s not sure where the boundaries are. She’s certainly never seen him smile so much in one evening before.

Straddling his leg, she drags a hand down her own stomach and rubs indulgently at her clit while her lips spread and slide over lean muscle. With sex drunk eyes Loki observes, the heat of his gaze driving her higher rather quickly.

“Do you want a hand?” he asks, although she can tell by his sleepy expression that he’s drifting off.

“Well I already have this very comfortable leg.” she says, although it comes out closer to a pitchy sigh. It really would be a better ride if Loki gained a little weight, just a little bit more of a cushion for her to plow into...yes, that would be just perfect. She pictures him, plumped up and happy like he is now, bent over the dresser so she can see his newly rounded ass wiggle when Tony fucks him.

Lazily, Loki sits up and drapes his arms over her shoulders, holding her close and hunching to lick and suck at her nipples and the nape of her neck. Long, sensual pulls with just the right amount of teeth to send hot sparks through her core. Her breath sticks in her throat at the rush of pleasure and Loki smirks, always a good sign in the bedroom.

“I believe we can make it more comfortable.” he says, barely more than a gravelly whisper as he slips his right hand between them and a little egg vibrator materializes in his hand.

‘Oh fuck, yes.” Pepper smiles, throwing her head back and angling her hips up to give him room. “You have the best ideas.”

“I have very inspiring muses.”

Loki drives the slim silicone between then and after he turns it on Pepper’s grasp of the situation turns into more of a blurry rush. Unlike Loki she is not at all quiet or polite. She rides his leg until he’s half asleep under her, just gazing at the rhythmic bounce of her breasts and holding the vibrator still for her to rut against. The final orgasm seems to roll over and over, the pleasure shooting up her chest and around her neck and buzzing, deep and delicious through her tired muscles.

“Mmmmm, thank you.” she sighs, satiated and exhausted. Loki chuckles, turning off the vibrator and guiding her to lay between him and Tony. The sheets smell musky, rich with the scent of her men and a faint sex stink that she’s learned to like well enough. She presses up to Tony’s back and hugs him from behind, curling close to the wall of his strong body and melting when Loki presses up behind her, locking her between them in a safe little valley. Her favorite place to be.

She wants to kiss Loki goodnight but that would require rolling over, and that’s just too much effort. Instead she satisfies the urge with a firm peck between Tony’s shoulder blades that bring up into a drowsy half-sleep.

“Wassit?” he mumbles, flopping on his back and blinking blearily. His nose wrinkles, and then his lips turn in a playful glare. “Awww, did you guys do it without me again?”

Loki’s rumbling snickers join her softer giggles and Tony throws his pillow at them. Chuckles become deep bellowing laughs.

“Dammit, you could at least let me watch. Or hell, record it. Jarvis, did we get a recording of that?”

“I expressly forbidden to record intimate moments without unanimous consent, sir.” Jarvis says without an ounce of apology.

“Oh come on.” Tony grumbles, rolling back onto his side with a huff. His head hangs uncomfortably with his pillow and without so much as a word Loki kicks it off the backside of the bed.

“I hate you all.” Tony says, throwing off the covers and stomping around to find his pillow in the dark.

“You’ll just have to stay awake next time.” she teases, tossing the covers over her and Loki and settling into a growing sleepiness.

“Next time?” Tony says, pausing in his search. “Why do you need to specify a next time? Next time for what?”

Loki smiles in Pepper’s neck, and she wordlessly agrees to keep this a surprise.

“Goodnight, Mr. Stark.” she intones, and ignores any further questions.

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/17378384

Ohh please please, I want this too!

"First?"

"Step forward with my left foot." Wanda repeated dutifully.

"Why?" Clint pressed.

"Because I am right handed, as is the vast majority."

She sounded almost amused as she stood opposite Clint on the mat, across the gym from Peter.

They'd been practicing self defense the last few days while he'd been stuck using the 'big boy equipment' as Falcon- er, Sam - had jokingly called it. Weight training, resistance, and rounds with a pre-programed suit that Tony had 'personally programed' for him to fight against.

The weights were personally tested by Captain America, no big deal at all. Why would he be intimidated by that?

Beyond showing him how the computer that ran the robot worked, and where the stacks of weights were, Tony had left him to it. Meanwhile he didn't think he'd seen the other teenager alone in the gym at any time. Certainly not while he was there.

"So show me." Clint adjusted his stance, left foot back to steady himself, shoulders square, gun pointed directly at Wanda.

She could just use her powers, Peter thought as he braced the barbell against his sternum before slowly lowering it again, taking a breath inwards as he did. It was stupid to fight with hands when you could just magic everything.

Instead of listening to his thoughts on the matter - could she actually do that? - Wanda stepped forward with her left foot, reaching out with both hands to grab his forearm from the underside, pushing it up towards the ceiling and ducking under it, using the momentum to turn herself, back pressed against his front.

"Next?"

"Try not to get my ass thrown?" Wanda rolled her own shoulders, hands on either side of Clint's wrist, "Twist, grab the barrel."

"Show me."

Wanda gripped tightly with her right hand, grabbing the barrel of the gun on top with her left hand. She didn't do it right, Peter assumed, because Clint swept her legs out from underneath her with his rightleg, tossing her onto her ass on the floor.

"What'd you do wrong?"

"I got my ass tossed." Wanda complained, mildly breathless.

"So let's try that again."

Peter focused on his weights, on his breathing as he carefully worked through as many as he could, until his arms started to feel weak, and sweat was dripping down his face, all the while watching them talk Wanda through the same move. Natasha even took over at one point, showing her in slow step by step motions the complete walkthrough of how to work it.

The first time she managed it she actually jumped, letting out a 'Yes!' of victory that earned her a laugh and a highfive from Clint. They kept at it even once Wanda had the move figured out, until she could do it without pausing.

He left the training room before they finished on the mats, jogging for the lockerroom, trying to ignore the jealousy churning in his gut. He'd never had anyone to train him, or to help him figure out moves. All he had was youtube tutorials that didn't exactly give him a full rundown, and Ned who wasn't exactly fond of letting Peter try out new moves against him.

He chucked his workout gear into his locker, grabbing a towel and heading for the showers. He might have overdone it watching them, Peter thought when it actually hurt to lift his arms high to wash his hair clear of sweat. Just a bit.

But that didn't mean he was really jealous.

He almost lost himself in a zen state, standing under the hot water that stayed hot so much longer than his apartment's shower did, did zone out enough that it took him a bit to register someone was speaking.

"--alone?"

"I'll hang out."

Wanda, and Natasha he realized after a moment. Shit, they'd finished training and were in for one of the other shower cubicals. He nearly flinched. Not that they'd peek or anything, but it wasn't exactly fun realizing there were girls that close when he was naked and vulnerable.

"Hey," Natasha called out, now above the whisper she'd been using with Wanda, "Females in the locker, so if you don't want your bits seen make sure you cover them up."

"Nat!"

"What?" Natasha was clearly amused, "Go shower off. Sam's making you a post workout smoothie, and Steve's gonna grouch at you if you haven't drank it by time he and Bucky are back from their run."

Peter felt a twinge of jealousy that he pushed back. He had some granola bars in his backpack, he was fine.
Besides, Aunt May probably made better drinks than Sam.

--

The next time he caught her in the gym training at the same time as him she was with Scott, the duo working on punching it seemed, Wanda with wrapped hands aiming for pads Scott had attached to his hands.
Simple repeating patterns, with Scott enthusiastically encouraging her along, instructing her which hands to use and when, occasionally reaching out with the pad and bopping her with it when her hands fell.

They had music playing that Scott turned down a few clicks when Peter came in, the only acknowledgment he was there. The only attention paid to him as he wrapped his own hands awkwardly, cuing up the robot to try and go a few rounds with his feet on the ground.

It didn't pull any warning punches, it didn't reach out and bop him. When Peter missed a dodge he got a full on punch to whatever bodypart was unguarded. It never paused for breaks, or for him to catch his breath. It came at him for as long as it was on, until finally Peter ordered it off, completely out of breath, ribs burning with each breath.

Afterwards he sat on the mat for a minute, catching his breath, slowly unwrapping his aching hands and trying not to get caught watching them across the gym. He flexed his now red fingers, feeling them stretch and burn, his knuckles popping unpleasantly. Scott had already carefully helped Wana unwrap her hands, checking them over as they went.

She obviously had no complaints, as now the duo were more goofing off than training, doing stretches to try and outdo the other. Wanda managed to do a handstand, but Scott won that one by doing half a pushup in his handstand, before falling and turning it into a tumble, sprawling out on his back while she laughed.

He didn't have time to goof off. He had to impress Mr. Stark. The man had set all this up for him, he was being so great about this, Peter couldn't let him down.

This is great! I loved Steve wanting to feel pretty and being thankful for his smaller stature for once, and Bucky assuring him that they ~are Stephanie and Jimmy.

oof, this was very sweet and very hot. ♥

I would love to read this. +1

"Alright, is my feed good?" Clint asks the webcam.

Messages explode in the chat, too fast to read. The consensus seems to be yes. He sets his camera on the stand and sits cross legged on the big communal couch. Jarvis helpfully displays his chat feed nice and big on the screen and the speakers ding for a solid thirty seconds with the usual donations and subscriptions.

"Aw, thanks guys, damn look at all those givers. For you newbies to the channel, I donate all the money I get from this stream to worthy causes. This month's charity is Child Find of America. They look for lost kids, abducted kids, and runaways like yours truly. Really great charity, I've met them a couple times. So thanks, thank you Hawkguy007, Clints_girl, JuaquimSym, liannata, MoolaMan, hot4hawk, ahhh I think that's pronounced Neera?...Sorry if I'm butchering these names."

A wave of his channel's special arrow in the heart emotes whip over the TV, and he smiles.

"Anyway, let's get to it shall we?" using his handheld remote he widens the camera lens to show the whole room instead of just his torso. The expansive sectional is covered in black trash bags full of fan mail. Thor's doofy grin fills the stream, his highest tier emote lovingly christened "godchamp."

"Happy Clint-mas, guys! Geez, I dunno where to start." he laughs, ripping open the nearest bag and dumping out a big pile of boxes and envelopes.

Most of his streams are just him talking about nothing while he fucks around in Minecraft, he honestly doesn't why people even watch. He doesn't think he's all that witty. But the fan letters say he's inspiring, fighting big monsters with nothing but a bow and arrow. Some focus on his looks, but others talk about debilitating illnesses and cite his hearing aids as a point of admiration. He doesn't see why they think his hearing holds him back, but if it helps them get through their own treatments and therapies then he's happy to let sleeping dogs lie.

All the attention and gifts used to make him uncomfortable, so many people pinning their hopes and dreams on this idealized image of him. He'd maybe gone off the deep end one day, throwing teddy bears and balling up crappy crayon portraits. Can't these crazies see he's just an imposter following the real heroes around? Steve can literally scale a cliff with his pinkies, why should anyone admire Clint? All he has are a plucky attitude and a weakness for maple bacon donuts, he's not a fucking idol.

Then Bucky dragged him to the nearest dive bar and pointed at the signed photos of sports players and the lovingly framed jerseys. Told him how he'd sneak into the neighborhood bar and hide under the tables as a kid so he could listen to the baseball commentators on the radio. With rapt fascination Clint listened as Bucky reminisced about the good ole days when he would drag Steve to the vacant lot down the street to practice his swing and dream of being an All-Star with a huge house in the suburbs. When the world lets them down, people need someone to believe in.

Since then Clint's been happy to encourage the fanaticism, if only so he can turn their adoration towards more worthy causes. With a pair of dull scissors he awkwardly opens the first several boxes and shows off the gifts. A hand knitted beanie with a target on the front, a slightly misshapen purple mug, and a shirt that says 'I just came for the pizza.'

"You guys are so creative, look at this!" He pulls the hat on with only slightly exaggerated delight. "I mean how awesome is this? You've got a talent. And this mug, definitely gotta use this for our next 24 hour stream. I bet I can get four shots in here."

It goes on like that as he steadily works through two more trash bags. His fans really are insanely generous. One of them sent honest to god kevlar armor that fit him like a glove. Obviously it has nothing on Stark's gear, but the note references the bullet he caught in their last fight with Doom and it's really hits him in the gut how much these people care about him.

He's ready to label the stream another successful Clint-mas when he slices open the last box and instead of the usual cross-stitch pillows and poorly rendered fanart it's a pair of little stuffed toys with big, cute eyes. One is clearly supposed to be him, blonde yarn hair cut short with his signature shit eating grin. But the other...the other is Bucky.

Hit so suddenly by surprise and gratitude, he just stares into the box with his mouth open like an idiot. The messages on the TV fly by in a torrent of "What's in the box?" "Are you okay?" "What is it, what is it?"

Speechless, he looks up at the camera and back down at the handsome little bastards. Whoever sent them made a cozy nest in the bottom of the box out of purple flannel and tiny stuffed pillows. There's a note.

"Dear Clint," he reads, clearing his throat when his voice starts to sound weepy. "I work at a restaurant in Manhattan. Last week you came in with your boyfriend and I was so nervous I had to trade your table to someone else. You two were so cute together, so smitten all the waitstaff was gossiping about you in the kitchen. I could barely focus on my own tables! You should keep him, you looked like you were really into each other. Will you tell us his name? Signed Emily."

Blinking fast, he swallows down a wave of feelings he couldn't possibly name and lifts the adorable little dolls out of the box. They are expertly made, big heads and skinny noodle like arms stitched together in neat, straight seams.

"Oh my god, I love them." he says, knowing he's getting way too emotional over a couple of dolls. He hugs them, a big smile breaking over his face. "Thank you Emily, these are rad as fuck."

If the chat was a fast moving stream before, it's a white water rapid after he reads the letter. Nothing more than a blur of emotes and all-caps reactions. He sits the dolls on either side of his crossed legs and scratches the back of his neck in belated embarrassment.

"Well his name is Bucky. Yes, that Bucky. And yes, we technically met in prison." Clint laughs, enjoying the flood of suggestive emotes. "But only cause he was breakin' me out. Water under the bridge now, as you all know."

With the remote he scans up the chat log so he can actually read it, and he's stunned to find unanimous support. Not a troll in the bunch. It's just a wall of well wishes and fangirls squealing. His chest feels tight.

"Wow, you really like him? I thought you all might be jealous and chase him with sticks."

A wall of no. Clint laughs, doesn't feel like he can possible explain how their support makes him feel. Fortunately he doesn't have to. Back in the atrium the elevator dings and Bucky calls out a hello.

"Well, thanks for tuning in everyone, but I think we're out of packages." he says regretfully. "Let's see how much you all raised this month."

Pulling up his donation page, Clint checks the total amount.

"Hot damn, you guys, you out did yourselves this month. That's eleven million. Million with an M. Six zeroes. Holy cow."

Bucky calls again, and the chat lights up with godchamps.

"In here! Fair warning, I'm live right now." Clint answers, looking over the back of the couch. His boyfriend sets a shopping bag on the counter and kicks off his boots.

"Oh." Bucky says, eloquent as ever.

"Look what I've got." he says, holding the dolls up. Bucky's face is priceless, eyebrows high and lips parted in surprise.

"Wow."

"I know, right?" Clint chuckles, knowing that the camera will only capture Bucky from the waist down. A fine view, in his opinion. "Welp, good night all. I'm gonna grab some grub with my number one fan. Peace!"

He flicks off the stream, and spends a couple seconds reveling in the affronted messages and pleas for him to put Bucky on cam. Maybe he will, if Bucky wants to, but not right now.

"Did they take it well?" Bucky asks, leaning down for a quick kiss.

"I'm afraid they're gonna leave me for you." Clint jokes, kissing back and fumbling to kneel on the sofa so he can get a better angle. His boyfriend hums and withdraws, laying his arms around Clint and inspecting the plushies in his lap.

"Sorry for outing you." Clint says with an apologetic tilt of his head. He hooks his fingers into Bucky's beltloops and scratches at the coarse denim. "It just kind of happened and I rolled with it."

"It's alright." Bucky says. With his past flings he wouldn't have believed that, would have spent days picking apart their face and their tone of voice looking for the truth. But Bucky is nothing but unflinching honesty and patient smiles. Clint grapples with how to thank him for that, but Bucky talks first.

"I brought pizza." he says.

"I fucking love you." Clint grins. "Tell me you got wings."

"I also got wings." Bucky nods, returning his smile. "And lava cakes."

Clint climbs over the sofa and dashes for the counter, pulling Bucky behind him. Maybe he's not a super soldier or a god or a genius, but fuck all of them. None of them have an amazing, sexy boyfriend who likes junk food and garbage television.

Tony can keep the wannabe activists and Steve can have the horny teen girls. He has the real fans, the ones who struggle to get out of bed, who are drowning in medical bills and still find five bucks to give to charity. He loves every single one of them, even the creepy ones and the ones who obviously don't understand social ques. The world needs average joes. It needs plumbers and electricians and nurses.

And thanks to Bucky he's starting to value that in himself too. He's a normal dude, but he's just as capable of defending Earth. He's an Avenger, goddammit, and he pulls his weight. Still holding the dolls to his chest, he swipes up a steaming slice of four cheese and salivates over the beautiful, shiny strings of cheese that drip off like liquid gold.

"Happy Clint-mas." Bucky quips, biting into his own slice.

"To me." Clint replies, raising his slice like a toast. So ridiculously happy.

"To you." Bucky agrees.

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Re: any/any, stuffing at an Asgardian feast

Re: any/any, stuffing at an Asgardian feast

T’Challa/Erik Killmonger - scarification, ownership, D/s

Val/Thor, femdom, casual sex with feelings

Gamora/Any - Tentacles

Re: Gamora/Any - Tentacles

Re: FILL: Bucky/Steve, pre-serum, cross-dressing (part 3/3)

Re: Dark Scott shrinks someone for him to keep as a mini sex doll, non-con

Re: ABO verse - Alpha Steve, Steve/Sam, Steve/Clint, Steve/Scott, Steve/Wanda

Re: FILL: Bucky/Steve, pre-serum, cross-dressing (part 3/3)

Raft prisoner torture, blinding

Re: Val/Thor, femdom, casual sex with feelings

Re: Raft prisoner torture, blinding

Tony/Any - Adultery, someone under stress meets someone lookin' pretty

Peter/Gamora or Peter & Gamora, ageplay

FILL: Loki/Pepper +Tony, stuffing at an Asgardian feast

Re: FILL: Loki/Pepper +Tony, stuffing at an Asgardian feast (2/3)

Re: FILL: Loki/Pepper +Tony, stuffing at an Asgardian feast (3/3)

Re: FILL: Loki/Pepper +Tony, AO3 Link

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Jealousy fill 1/?

Re: FILL: Bucky/Steve, pre-serum, cross-dressing (part 3/3)

Re: FILL: Bucky/Steve, pre-serum, cross-dressing (part 3/3)

Re: AoU AU

FILL: Bucky/Clint, Clint’s Cult Following