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Let’s Play A Game ━ Loki [smut]

Pairing: Loki x fem!Reader, also Grandmaster’s daughter!Reader bc yes. (A little of implied Loki x Grandmaster  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ).

Summary: You take a liking on your father’s new guest and decide to play with him a little.

Warnings: SMUUUUTTT!! Oral sex, unprotected sex. A little bit of sassy!reader and nervous!Loki (does that even exists? omg, anyway exists here lol)

Stay til the end for a shitty bonus ehehehe.

Word count: 2,427.

A/N: SO SORRY IF IT SUCKS AND FOR ANY MISTAKE CAUSE I SPEAK FUCKING SPANISH! *cries* And gif’s not mine.

Tags: @steve-rogers-personal-hell

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Asleep

Part 2 of the “Call Out My Name” series

Inspired by the song “Asleep” by Emily Browning.

Translation: Dorogaya ↠ Dear

“1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, arm! 2, 3, 4, 5-Stop!”

You abruptly halted your movements. Sweat glided down your skin as you lightly panted.

The Director got up from her seat and approached you, her features stern. She firmly, yet gently grabbed your face and turned it towards her.

“Where is your head right now?” She asked.

Her best student, her brightest most clever student, had nothing to say. Instead, the remains of the phoenix of a woman stared back at her. Empty eyes. Empty heart. As if there was any room for heart in this world.

She missed him.

And they missed their chance.

The Director sighed.

“Take a break, dorogaya.”

You said nothing.

There was nothing to say.

So there the two of you sat in silence. At some point, John’s head nuzzled into your chest and your arms found your way around each other. You brushed your fingers through his onyx locks.

“I’m going to take a shower,” You whispered. “Are you staying?”

He looked up at you, his expression adorably timid.

“Do you want me to?” He asked quietly.

A tiny smile carved on to your face.

“You’ll be safe here. You know they lurk around at night.” You reasoned.

What you wanted to say was ‘Yes. Please stay.’ But that was too forward. You both had a lot of baggage to sort through.

You gently pat his back and stood up. John rose from his knees and up to his full height. The way he towered over your small frame still lit a flame in your depths.

“Make yourself at home.” You offered, turning and making your way to your bathroom.

“And by that, I mean clean up and get some fucking sleep. You look like shit.”

John rolled his eyes.

“Where do you want me to sleep?” He asked.

You shrugged.

“Wherever you want.” You said boldly before quickly encasing yourself in the bathroom and rushing to turn the shower on.

You let out a much needed huff.

“What am I doing?” You whispered to yourself.

Shaking your head and all the nerves off, you hastily stripped out of your clothes, threw your hair up, and entered the shower.

“Just relax,” You breathed as you squeezed a dollop of your favorite body wash onto your lilac loofah. You took your time scrubbing the grime of today’s job off. Nothing too life threatening, just a quick execution of someone who failed to fufill their end of a marker. It was quick, but the blood was expected.

John wasn’t expected though.

Naturally, you wanted to run into his arms. It was your instinct to. But circumstances were different. The both of you were different. His wife died for christ’s sake. He lost the last gift she gave him, his house, and he had just been through the fight of his life. He was a changed man.

When you exited your bathroom, John was passed out on the left side of your queen bed. He had stripped down to his black boxers and black undershirt. His face was now clean, presumably because he discovered your guest bathroom. He had left a generous amount of space for you, it even looked like he fluffed your pillows up a bit. You smiled softly, quietly climbing into bed and making yourself comfortable. The heat of him radiating on to your back gave you a sense of comfort. Your eyes had closed for a couple minutes when you felt him jolt. Thinking it was just a sleep-twitch, you rolled back over and closed your eyes once more. But when he jolted the second time, this time more violently, you quickly shoved the covers off of you and sat up on your knees.

“John.” You said softly as you gently shook him awake.

He only began to thrash more.

You shook him harder.

“John!” You said loudly.

The man next to you shot up, panicked dry heaves left his mouth as his eyes frantically darted across every surface of the room.

“Hey, hey, hey!” You yelped quickly, diverting his attention.

His chocolate eyes focused on you as you placed your hand on his heart, taking his and pplacing it on yours. An old technique the two of you had to calm each other down when you were younger.

“You’re home. You’re okay.” You whispered.

“I’m sorry I woke you up,” He panted, placing a hand on top of yours.

“It’s okay,” You assured. “You want to talk about it?”

John sighed and slumped back against the array of pillows.

“I don’t know what I’m going to do.” He admitted quietly.

You stared down at him with a frown on your face. You had never seen him so lost before. John was also sure of himself. Quiet, calculating. He moved in silence. Now he had hit a deadend.

“We could start by getting your dog back.” You offered.

“And how do you plan on doing that, Y/N?” He snarked.

You refrained from rolling your eyes. He was stressed.

“I’m not banned from the Continental, Jonathon. I have my ways.” You argued.

“Enlighten me.” John said, an intense gaze fixated on you.

“I..I have a hunch.” You began. “Winston shot you in the shoulder right? Kept shooting get you to fall off the roof but missed?”

John nodded, intrigued as to where your theory was headed to.

“He doesn’t miss, John. If he wanted you dead, he’d kill you in one shot. The head. And how much of a coincidence is it that you got tossed off right in front of one of the Bowery King’s goons? He knows that hotel more than anyone. Every. Single. Inch.”

“You’re saying he planned this?”

“You were thinking about killing her, were you not? The adjudicator.” You inquired.

John continued to eye you for a few moments before nodding slowly.

“Then Winston’s way was the only way. Get everyone off your back and let the news die down.” You affirmed.

“How are you going to get into the Continental and get my dog without causing a scene, Y/N?” He begged.

John grabbed your hand.

“Without killing yourself for me?”

Your eyes were firey as you stared at your ex lover.

“Because,” You spoke. “I’m the Athena.”

PART 3

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