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Thor Movie - God of Mischief
Avengers Movie - God of Sexual Frustration for fangirls
[totally AU please]
As much as you are wary of permanence, the change wrought in your older self by Time is something that you would have been glad not to see. His gaze is dark and knowing, and the smirk he gives you (that you give yourself?) is heavy with meaning that you are not sure you wish to understand.
“You think he is your brother?” he snarls, eyes flashing. For all his rage, you can still taste the bitter spite he tries to hide.
“And why would I have cause to think otherwise?” you reply, and you have no idea of how you break him with that sentence, except you do. In all your shapes you are just Loki, you are just the shadow to Thor’s golden light, and though there are days you cannot look at him for the sheer hatred he inspires there are also days when you are helpless with loving him. No, you think, we are not yet so different.
“Was I ever such a fool?” he spits, stalking closer. “Do you even-“
“Do I.. what?” You cannot help the itch of curiosity in your throat.
“You don’t know. You don’t know what you are,” his lip curls, and he catches your wrist. Where he touches, your skin trembles with cold.
“Remember what I have said, Laufeyson.” He presses something hard into your palm before vanishing in a twist of green smoke.
Long minutes pass before you can put his last words to the back of your mind and look at what he has given you. It is a deep green emerald, tinted blue at the edges, and the doubt curling in your stomach burns like acid.
Look, I’m not the biggest Thor/Loki shipper. I like them as brothers, you know? But sometimes they’re just so bloody obvious. Sorry about the quality of this one, it was just to take my mind off work!
“Come back with me,” Thor says, as if Loki has a choice. He does have a choice, he thinks angrily. He is choosing to return to Asgard, following the Tesseract. Following his brother, if he is honest (and he is not), because he is still only Loki at the heart of it all, still ruled by a love that runs deep into obsession. But these are not things that he will ever admit.
Am I not bound and ready, my dear brother? Loki makes his telepathic voice sound as lewd as he is able, and is quietly pleased when it raises a flush on his brother’s cheeks. It has been a long while since he last made any sort of advance on Thor; it is satisfying to know that he is as desirable as ever.
“I will not be distracted by your wiles, Loki.”
No? Loki smiles, though Thor cannot see it through the mask covering his mouth. Perhaps a different shape, and promptly shimmers into a duplicate of the Lady Sif. He shouldn’t be squandering his energy on provoking Thor, but it is so very hard to resist. The illusion holds until the sharp sting of ozone begins to gather in the air, Thor’s fingers clenching around Mjolnir’s handle. Then Loki lets it go.
His brother is the same as always, he muses, quick to lean on Mjolnir’s strength and laughably easy to rile. Loki steps closer, placing his shackled hands on Thor’s chest. From the corner of his eye he can see the other Avengers watching- and, well. It is a show, after all.
Lean closer, brother, that I may beg pardon. Thor visibly hesitates, then leans in, and Loki presses his metal gag to the corner of his brother’s lips. When I am free of this ridiculous mask, you shall have a real one. Thor grits his teeth and steps back. The electricity around him is palpable but controlled, and his comrades (particularly the one called Iron Man) are unusually quiet.
A pity, Loki sighs inwardly. He had rather been hoping for a storm.
busybeingacapsicle Asks:
clearlykerowrites Said:
Haha, I do like them together, but it’s always at the expense of Clint’s freedom and I don’t know if I can write that :( Besides, I’m such a Clint/Phil shipper I can’t even tell you ehe
I’m never going to finish this (sorry! it was, i think, too ambitious ww), but here’s what it was supposed to be:
A list of dollyerotica’s ~likes~ that are stuffed into this thing: military outfits, teacher/student, sex over desks, cute boys stuffing their mouths with dicks, gagging, hair-tugging, back-clawing, tongues, fingers, riding, biting, borderline abusive relationships, affairs, over-possessiveness, messy sex, drunk sex.
This is an AU in which Natsuki and Satsuki are both teachers and are SEPARATE PEOPLE.
Natsuki knows he shouldn’t be standing there, looking at them. He just, really, can’t help himself.
Hiddles is so inspiring as Loki.
When you’re in your brother’s territory it’s a little sad how utterly idiotic everyone seems to be. Mostly it’s just amusing, and you while away your time poking at the archer to see if he’ll bite. He never does, though; instead he tells you things about his previous workplace that have some tactical merit but bore you to tears. If you give him a gentle nudge with your magic he tells you all about himself: these times are a bit more interesting. You gather soon enough that this woman, Natasha, is dreadfully important to him. On a whim, you ask his own name.
“Clint,” he says, and then his throat locks up. You can’t help but be slightly charmed by his unceasing efforts at resistance. He must know it’s futile. You tuck in the edges of your thrall around his heart, smoothing the wrinkles out.
“Clint,” you repeat, smiling. “Tell me about Natasha.” When no answer comes and his knuckles are white from his hold on the rails, you grip his chin and force him to look at you.
It’s disgustingly easy to crush the last of his barriers. If you crush a few other things on the way, who will know? And if you leave a little present for Natasha deep in the recesses of his mind- well, that secret is your own.
SERIES SPOILER. ———————————————- this is in the third world.
Akise is gay, yeah. Sure. He’d come to terms with that a long time ago. What he doesn’t understand is why, whenever he looks at Amano, he feels like cheating on his boyfriend. It’s not like Amano is even his type- he’s far too dorky (the word is, he feels, unsatisfactory, but it’s the only one he can think of) for Akise’s tastes, had things been different. It’s just- what? Some strange feeling he can’t quite put into words, like knowing you lost something but not being sure what, wanting to care and hating yourself for not wanting quite enough. Akise’s boyfriend groans into his neck, shuddering ohgodAruyou’reso and fuckmoreharder and iloveyou, and Akise just smiles and doesn’t say a word.
He looks at Amano all the time, but Amano never looks back. The other boy’s caught up in his pretty class rep girlfriend and his stargazing trips with his parents; Akise can’t really blame him. He just wishes he understood why he wants Amano so very much. He keeps looking, and eventually things start breaking.
His boyfriend breaks things both literally and figuratively. Unsurprisingly, Akise’s heart is not among the figurative things. He’s sad, yes. Just a little. But he’s only sixteen, and hormones come and go.
Akise watches Yukiteru all the time, but Yukiteru never looks back.
Eternal gratitude to Serah, whose magical brain brought forth this universe. I tweaked it a little here and there because dream-logic is difficult to deal with, but the foundation is still that same bizarro dream. Obviously there’s a lot of backstory to be told, but hopefully it’s not too incomprehensible lol
Before everything goes completely insane, before Yayoi goes blind and Manabu loses his legs (and Tadatoshi dies, but Kei doesn’t think about that) there is one hot summer night that sets him on the path towards ruin. It isn’t a conscious realization- it’s just a shift in perspective, a subtle adjustment that says oh, so this is how it is. He doesn’t notice until later. And then it’s too late to change anything.
It goes like this:
Listening to 一丁目ゆきみ商店街 on loop. The lyrics for this song are about two childhood friends (it’s unclear what gender they are, but I’m leaning towards men because of the pronouns [俺、お前、俺ら] used) who meet after a long time, and, just read it for yourself (though I personally would have translated some lines differently)! Do listen to the song while reading this; it’s what I did while writing.
Today brings a blue, blue sky, and the heat of gravel underfoot, and the feeling I always have that I’m in a different place entirely. Some days I come by this block on a whim and you’re (of course) not here, because we never agreed on a date to meet, did we? It’s one of those days. It’s been a string of those days since five years ago, but I don’t like to think about that too much.
“What if one of us dies before we get to meet again?” you laughed when you said that, the last time I saw you. “Don’t just say things like that,” I snapped. Then I changed the subject, because we weren’t young and invincible any more.
Didn’t I tell you?
I’m panting a little when I crest the top of the hill, and I feel every inch of my forty-five years. Of course, nothing’s the same as three decades ago. I breathe in air that tastes like dust in my throat, look up at the sky. That cloud looks like the stuffed dog you used to carry around in secret, the one I gave you for your fifth birthday. It stayed with you for ten years, up until I moved away, and then I don’t know if you kept it or not. I hope you did. Why didn’t I ask you when we saw each other again?
I squeeze my eyes shut. I’m too old to cry. There are people around, too; not many, but still. Kids and their parents, all shooting furtive glances at the middle-aged weirdo standing in the middle of the walkway fighting back tears.
Maybe I’d be looking, if I were their age. But I’m not- I’m not even really that old, and yet I’ve already outlived you.
Here’s a secret I couldn’t tell you five years ago: I miss you.
Last month, I thought I had enough courage to tell you so. It’s not like I wanted to relive our childhood romance; I’m married, you’re- you were divorced. Too many things to think about. But maybe, I thought, maybe we could just talk to each other again and see where things went from there. There was so much to say, you know? Years and years of each other we’d missed, high school stories, university stories, workplace stories.
Your erstwhile spouse answered when I called, and I felt something breaking inside when I heard what had happened. I wanted to yell- what? Wait for me? But you’d already gone ahead. And come on, a hit and run? Ridiculous. If you were going to go, you should’ve gone out in chaotic glory, just like the person you were. While bungee jumping, maybe, or some scandalous murder-suicide. I don’t know.
“Excuse me, I think you dropped this?” a little girl says to me, holding out a photograph. I take it, thanking her, and watch as she skips back to her father. Your daughter doesn’t even know you.
It’s a photograph of our middle school graduating class that I’d slipped into my pocket this morning: we’re next to each other, grinning at the camera. You glued it to the back of another photograph, one of yourself making an awful face. The glue’s coming off, after all these years, and I gently pry the two photographs apart. There’s something on the back of the one of you.
“Hey, you,” the note begins, in your distinctive chicken scratch, “you’ll never see this, because I am a genius! I want to tell you, though, somehow… I love you. I’ll always love you. Even if I get married, it’ll always be you! I’m so embarrassing, haha.”
“You’re so unfair,” I say out loud, voice just a little shaky, and the wind sounds like it’s laughing.
clearlykerowrites Said:
Haha, I try not to read fic while talking to other people! Embarrassing outbursts galore. Thank you very much :)
So, these are just a lot of porny drabbles I posted on dollyerotica’s FB wall last year when I was going through my UtaPuri phase lol. Nothing redeeming at ALL; they’re entirely OH BB FUCK ME NAO things wwww
Ren never says anything when they’re doing this, Shou notices, fingers playing discordant scales on the keys behind him. Just gets his long, pianist fingers on both of their cocks and makes them come. Sweat is dripping into their eyes but neither of them care, focused on finishing before someone finds them (after school doesn’t mean empty school).
“Ren,” Shou gasps, mouthing at the corner of his lips, “want your— nngod want your fingers in me- please—” he breaks off into a shuddering sob as Ren’s fingers slide in where he wants them to be, and coming is like a tidal wave.
