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peachyysugaa · 3 years

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― youtuber!park sunghoon x streamer!gn!reader

it's hard to stream horror video games when your neighbor is always filming dangerous mukbangs and screaming.

genre: e2l, neighbors au, angst to fluff, humor

wc: 3.2k

warnings: horror game mentions, cw food and mentions of cooking live things (inspired by this youtuber), sunghoon's a jerk at first :<, one mention of underage drinking (don't follow mc's example pls fisnfkskf), a few swear words

part of my youtuber enhypen series, the last upload! feel free to read on its own! ♞──────────────────────────♞

"AAAGH!" and there it is. your brows furrow upon hearing your neighbor's cry. does he not understand how thin these walls are?! there's a reason only college students stay here! grimacing, you ignore it and move your mouse to look around the dark house.

"oh shoot, i wonder if he's behind me?" you say to your audience while watching your viewers fill the chat with your custom subscriber emojis. "i'm going to do it, everyone, just―"

"OHMYGODOHMYGOD WHYYY?!"

more like why couldn't you be quiet?! you close your eyes in frustration but attempt to keep a straight face for the people watching you. "sorry if you heard that, i guess someone's having a bad day?" you chuckle nervously as you turn around in the video game to see a black slender figure. "oh! whoa, okay, i'm just going to run over here."

you got out of the creepy house and made it to the back of it to see a piece of paper on the wall. "oh, here! okay, this is going to be my last piece unless―whoa!!" the jumpscare comes up, and you're left taken aback as the game over screen appears. laughing at your shocked self, you're filled with glee upon seeing the audience laugh or scream with you. "that was really fun, everyone. i got some homework to do though, so i'll see you all next time i stream! bye bye!" you wave goodbye to the camera and watch as the viewer number drops gradually. after a few minutes, you shut off your stream, place your headphones on its stand, and push back in your secret labs chair with a sigh. "why did i have to live next to a maniac...?" you grumble.

as if on cue, another scream is heard from the other side of the wall. "EEE! oh my god, i'm going to do it, i'm going to do it!"

what on earth was this kid doing that he was screaming every weekend? you didn't even scream that much, and you played horror games for a living! your stomach growls as you're thinking this and as a living human being, you listen to it and get up to make ramyeon. however, even as you're making your dinner and even as you're trying to enjoy it with some show playing on the tv, of course, you have to be subjected to your neighbor's loud yells. once you're finished, you notice how oddly quiet it is and decide to give whoever this guy was a piece of your mind.

marching over with your keys in hand, you knock aggressively on apartment no. 505 until it opens. behind the door is a tall male with a face so well-proportioned you're thinking it's possible that some being above sculpted it themselves. his nose is accented with one mole on the side of his nose bridge and another a few centimeters under the opposite eye. "can i help you?" his rich voice asks with a slight sting to it.

you snap yourself out of it by blinking, incredulous that you almost forgot your mission just because he has a handsome face. "yea, you can help me by being quieter," you boldly state with your arms crossed in front of your chest. "you realize you're not the only one living in this complex, right? the walls are so thin, i can hear you screaming every time."

the male raises an eyebrow at you and scoffs to the side as if he can't believe what he's hearing. "can you just deal with it? some of us have to make a living."

"news flash, dude, that's all of us! the only people who would be willing to live in this place are college students! listen, i stream horror games for my work, and i don't even scream as loud as you," you retort and point your index finger from you to him. "so i think you should learn how to keep your volume down."

"and why haven't i heard these complaints from anyone else?" he tries to debate back.

"maybe because they're just quietly tolerating you. as for me, i can't anymore, so take this as your first warning, room 505." you turn around quickly with a huff and speed to your apartment next door.

as you're above to close the door, you hear him shout back at you. "my name's park sunghoon, room 506. remember it, because i'm going to make your life a living hell."

"l/n y/n, park sunghoon. we'll see about that." with that, you both simultaneously shut your doors with a slam that causes the walls to shudder a bit.

oh, he kept his promise alright. from stare-downs in the hallway, to bringing weird live animals in the elevator at the same time you're in there, to snarky remarks at the entrance that almost always lead to fights, park sunghoon has definitely made your life hell. to make matters worse, his screaming got even louder. you're sure that's a violation of some rule, right? wrong, the management for the building doesn't care all too much, as long as he's not doing anything illegal and nobody else has complained. you get what you paid for is the right saying here.

you were not having it. as a streamer and college student, weekends are your days with the freest time, and he took that from you. you found out that he was not just a college student but a youtuber, one that filmed dangerous mukbangs with live animals that he would then cook and eat, and because of that, he had also chosen to film on weekends. that was exactly why you had always encountered his screaming on days you were streaming, and now, tired of how petty he was, you decided to just cram your weekdays with school and streaming.

at first, it was fine, but as your days became packed with more studying on the weekends at the library to avoid sunghoon, you grew tired: tired of the crammed weekdays and for god's sake, tired of living your life running away. taking out a bottle of peach soju that your upperclassman dancer friend had snuck for you, you pop it open and make your way to the balcony that you barely used.

as you take a swig of the alcoholic beverage, you prop yourself onto the railing and gaze at the buildings before you, their lights blinding you from the stars of the night sky. maybe it's the alcohol, maybe it's your low energy state, but something compels you to scream. "i'm so tired!!" you yell out to the skyline. letting out a sigh, you plop down into the spare plastic chair and go for another drink.

"drinking your worries away? that's not going to solve anything," a male voice speaks up. your eyes catch sight of sunghoon, who has slid open his own balcony door. he's dressed in a casual beige hoodie and sweats as if he had spent the day just relaxing.

"as if you care," you mumble with your lips pressed against the green glass. "you're literally at the root of all my problems."

he scoffs at your statement. "this again? look, i'm getting tired of you placing all this blame on me when i'm—"

"are you so sure about that?" you calmly and sternly interrupt. the alcohol really has unlocked your usually inhibited thoughts. "why did i move my streaming days onto the weekdays when i normally spend them studying? because your screaming on the weekends always got picked up by my mic. why do i get 4 hours of sleep every day and study all night at the library on weekends?" it's like when sunghoon had taken a stick to prod at you, the floodgates burst open. you weren't stopping until you gave him a piece of your mind. "because i have to cram my streaming schedule and studying schedule to accommodate to your filming one. maybe i am blaming you, but i've tried my best to do my job all while studying and having to deal with an asshole like yourself who's so inconsiderate that he can't even do one thing for his neighbor who's practically dying to adjust their lifestyle because of someone else's."

your neighbor goes silent after that, choosing to just sigh and go back inside his apartment. you relish in the silence that comes after he shuts the door and down the rest of your bottle before heading back inside yourself. strangely after that incident, you heard less and less of sunghoon on the weekend and thus were able to return to your normal schedule. even while passing by him, he kept his mouth shut and would just nod a cordial hello. you guess what you said that night really got through to him.

and he proves that because after about three weekends, you hear a knock on your door. upon opening it, you're surprised to see sunghoon behind it, his hands behind his back as he shifts side to side. "oh, hello sunghoon," you greet him awkwardly, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

"hey y/n," he returns. the youtuber stops fidgeting for a moment and bows after gathering up some courage. "listen, i just want to say i'm sorry." he looks up at your face, searching for some sign of hatred and he thankfully finds none, so he continues. "i didn't realize how much of an asshole i was until you said that. i was just thinking about myself and not about you or anybody else. i hope i was able to prove it to you these past three weeks, and i promise i won't go back to my old habits."

your silence is not so reassuring, so sunghoon nervously lifts his head to peek at your face to find an astonished expression. you stammer a little bit and hold the doorframe to keep yourself in place. "u-uh... gosh, i don't know what to say, sunghoon," you stutter. then, you notice another neighbor exiting the elevator, looking at the two of you strangely since sunghoon is still lowering his head. "oh! you can stand up straight now! please."

he does as you say, smiling sheepishly, and you notice how much better he looks smiling than the usual smirks he had sent you before. "apology accepted, sunghoon."

"r-really?"

you nod. "i mean, you really have proven yourself lately, so i don't see why i shouldn't."

"great!" his smile grows wider, making you blush and look anywhere but his face. "then i have a surprise for you to start over." you shoot him a confused look that he disregards out of boyish excitement. "close up, come over to my place for a few."

"o-okay, give me a moment, i'll be right over," you say as he rushes back to his apartment. you hurriedly grab your keys and look in the mirror next to your door to smooth out your hair before you're scolding yourself for caring about looks when he literally just saw you. closing the door, you lock up, head over to room 505, and knock.

"it's open," his voice calls from inside, and with that, you push the door open to find the living space of your own apartment, except totally flipped. to your left is a small living room, complete with a two-seater couch, a tv stand, and a tv. whereas to your right, there was a dining room fit for two, the kitchen right behind it before a hallway leads to the single bedroom and bathroom. you're too busy taking in this opposite room that you don't notice the fish tank on the round table full of live fish. "come over here," he says with an enthusiastic grin.

"yah, park sunghoon. what in the world is this?" you say flabbergasted.

"i'm showing you what i do for a living and cooking you a fresh meal," is all he has to say as you grimace and reluctantly move towards him. "this is my second time cooking it, so it should go a lot better."

"and what exactly is... it?"

"mudfish, way less than what i usually have for mukbangs though." you know, you had completely forgotten what the guy did on youtube since his handsome face distracted you for a handful of moments, but now reality had set in for you: he was going to do this live in front of you.

if you're uncomfortable with cooking live fresh food, please skip to the next italicized line!

"i swear to god, park sunghoon, if you do anything stupid, consider this restart invalid. you'll be hearing from my lawyer," you unsuccessfully warn him as you watch him put on some gloves and grab a cup of salt.

"relax, you're with me. i'm practically a pro," he tries reassuring you, but then he sprinkles the salt inside the tank. the fish start splashing around violently, causing you to let out a small yelp as some splashes of water get on you. "yaaah, this is way better than last time!"

"is this what you do every weekend?!" you shout at a low volume and cover your eyes with your hands.

"you can look now, it's fine," sunghoon says, pointing at the fish. you peek through the gaps between your fingers to see that the fish have stopped moving. sunghoon smirks as you take your hands away from your face. "see? i'm a pro."

coating and deep frying starts here!

he starts to coat them one by one in egg and flour and lays them down on a baking pan lined with paper. you watch as he handles each one delicately with concentration. "do you want me to start the oil?" you offer.

"oh! that would be great, thanks! the wok is already on the stove, just turn it on," he explains. you find the wok exactly where he had told you and turn on the gas stove accordingly, as if you've been here hundreds of times before, but in reality, you just have the same appliances. by the time the oil has been heated to the right temperature, sunghoon has already finished coating the fish. the two of you work together to place each one in the oil, listening to them sizzle and pop.

"we make a good team," sunghoon comments once every fish has started frying. you take care of the tongs and move them around when appropriate. "you should come by and guest star in one of my videos."

"if it's anything like today's, no thank you," you politely reject.

"what if... i invite you to eat after i cook?" he shoots his shot again. rolling your eyes playfully, you see that the fish are all thoroughly fried and turn off the fire. with his own tongs, sunghoon puts the fish on the plate as you go off to prepare two bowls of rice. the small dining room table gets cleaned up, so the two of you can start your meal. "okay, your answer?"

"depends on how good this mudfish is," you reply, holding up a fried fish with your chopsticks. he follows suit, and you two cheer your meals together.

"i'll eat well," the both of you say in harmony. finally, you take a bite of the crispy fish and hum in satisfaction, your eyes widening.

"mm! it's really good!" you compliment as he takes joy in your pleased expression.

"i'll take that as a yes to my question then?"

"hoon, i'll come over whenever you want me to," you exaggerate.

"deal," he accepts quickly so that you can't take it back. and that's how your first meal went with park sunghoon. soon enough, one meal turned into two, to five, to ten, until you're basically spending a lot of time with the youtuber. pretty much every weekend, you and sunghoon set it up so that you would cook and eat together in the afternoon so that you would have the rest of the evening to stream.

at some point, you find out that his major is biology, which is similar to your own in biochemistry, so your time with sunghoon extends to studying together and eventually gaming. one of you is always at the other's place and vice versa like you couldn't be without each other for a single moment.

you're eating takoyaki with said boy in your apartment this time, staring at his well-proportioned facial features as you chew slowly and think. he catches your unwavering gaze and chuckles. "is there something on my face, y/n?"

"i'm just thinking," you vaguely reply.

"about the thing on my face?" you shake your head at this. "then what is it? i know i'm really handsome and all, but you literally see me all the time."

"that's exactly my point!" you cry out as if you hit eureka, shocking him in the process. "we're together all the time. we were literally enemies at first, and now it's like we're dating! what is this, some kind of shitty fanfiction?" yes

"well, do you want us to date?" luckily, you had just swallowed the last bit of your takoyaki ball because that could've made you choke. instead, you suddenly start coughing, and he pushes your water towards you.

the coldness of the water does nothing to help your rising temperature as you take big gulps of it. "wh-what kind of question is that?" you ask, patting your mouth dry with a nearby tissue.

"a serious one," he answers nonchalantly. "because i like you." stream dreamcatcher BEcause

"huh? since when?" you're practically in disbelief. no way sunghoon liked you back. you had just discovered your own feelings not too long ago when you had tucked him in after an intense study session and he whispered your name. ever since then, you got butterflies in your stomach around him, and not because he made it a mukbang. (but you wouldn't put it past him?)

the male rubs the back of his neck. "it's been a while. i just know that i like you."

"st-stop saying that!" you wave your hands in front of your face frantically to hide the redness you know that has spread all over.

"oh? or what, room 506?" he gets up from his seat across from you to prop his elbows on the table, getting a closer look at your cute, embarrassed appearance as he rests his head on his hands. "make me," he prods some more.

reminiscent of the first time you cooked together, you peeked through your fingers to witness his adorable grin waiting for you. as if wanting you to seal the deal, he closes his eyes and smiles with just his lips. you shyly reach out to grab his cheeks, taking a moment to brush the fringe out of his eyes so you can adore the moles that dotted his face, and slowly bring your own lips towards his to press them together in a kiss.

it's short but sweet, and soon you're pulling away and finding your fingers more interesting. sunghoon's eyes flutter open and fondly gazed at you. "be mine?" he speaks up.

"if you stop making my heart scream, then yeah," you mumble, stealing a glance at his smug smile. he laughs, stands up, and walks over to your side of the table. turning your chair around as if you weighed nothing, he places his hands on the table behind you, engaging you in between his long limbs.

"sweetheart, that's the whole point," he says, leaning down to chase your lips and kiss you until your heart can't take it anymore. you're both screaming on the inside as your hearts keep pounding in your chests, but at least this time it's from your pure feelings towards each other.

a/n: omg this is the last of captured on camera EEE thank you all so so much for being here with me on this journey of my first one-shot series <3 this really shows my growth as a writer, and i'm so glad i could share it with y'all! i hope you all look forward to my next one-shot series~

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queenk00k · 4 years

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red wine lips part 2 // rafe cameron

READ PART 1 HERE

PART 3 NOW UPLOADED

FINAL PART NOW UPLOADED

warnings: alcohol, SMUT, NSFW, fingering, oral (female receiving), unprotected sex (pls use protection), semi-public sex, swearing

word count: 1.7k

author’s note: highly recommend that you read part 1 so you understand wtf is going on. this is my first ever smut so please let me know what you think, i thrive on reblogs and comments, and uhhh be kind thanku...

You couldn’t quite pinpoint the exact moment you realised you wanted to fuck Rafe Cameron.

Perhaps it had a long time coming.

You think of any time you went swimming together and he came out of the water, wet skin glistening in the sunshine.

Any time you two hung out at his house and he was wearing sweatpants and a backwards hat and you felt weirdly more attracted to him in those moments than any other.

Or maybe the realisation was today, with him in his navy suit and red tie that matched your dress perfectly, spending money to impress you, running his fingers up your thigh, bringing his lips to your ear, sending shivers down your neck.

And now you’re sat next to him at a table with the rest of your friends, painfully aware of the fact that you’re not wearing any panties and he knows, and you can predict what he’s going to do with that information and you like it.

Rafe’s lips are brushing against your ear again as he whispers “are you sure we’re going to play this game, princess?” But you know he’s confident in your answer before you’ve even had a chance to voice it as his hand is resting at the top of your thigh again, pushing the silk aside.

Your breath hitches as he runs his fingers down even further, not quite reaching your heated centre but dancing around it, all while keeping his eyes on the rest of the group so as to not raise suspicion.

You clear your throat quietly. “I’m already wet, Cameron, you don’t have to try so hard. Stop teasing.”

Damnit, you think. It’s not like his ego needed to get any bigger.

Rafe chuckles. “If you’re already wet,” he whispers, “then I guess you won’t mind if I do this.”

With that, Rafe slips a finger further down and runs it through your folds, pressing against your clit and moving his finger ever so slightly in a circular motion.

You whimper and grab the edge of the table in frustration, earning a peculiar look from Topper.

“You good, Y/N?” He asks, furrowing his brow.

“Mmhm,” you reply. “Just really feeling the wine, you know?”

“Yeah for sure, it’s good shit,” he responds and turns back to Kelce.

Rafe starts teasing your entrance with his finger, using his thumb now to keep the pressure on your clit, and you feel yourself opening your legs slightly to allow easier access, leaning back every so slightly in your chair.

You turn to Rafe with widened eyes as he slips a finger inside you. “Damnit Rafe,” you hiss. “You can’t do that here. People are gonna know.”

Rafe simply looks at you innocently. “Not sure what you’re talking, princess.”

You narrow your eyes at him and glance down at his lap, where it’s clear he’s straining against his suit pants.

Fine, if he’s going to play it that way.

You reach your hand down and grip his half-hard dick in your manicured hand, feeling it stiffen even more as you palm him through his pants.

Rafe’s jaw clenches and his blue eyes darken with lust.

“Y/N,” he warns.

You smile sweetly at him. “Something wrong, sweetheart?”

Rafe abruptly brings his hand up, causing you to whine quietly at the sudden lack of touch and press your thighs tightly together for friction. He grabs your wrist and you feel your wetness on his fingers as he grips you and pulls your face close to his.

“Meet me in the bathroom. Don’t fuck around, Y/N,” he says and pushes his chair back hurriedly, stalking off to the restrooms without so much as a second glance.

You swallow thickly and look around at the rest of the group, who seem drunk enough to not even notice both of your absences, let alone care. You smooth your dress down again as you stand up and make your way hastily to the bathroom.

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The door’s ajar when you get there and you step into the dimly lit restroom, thanking your lucky stars you were at a nice establishment.

“Rafe?”

The door slams shut suddenly and you jump, turning around as you hear the lock click.

You barely have time to react when Rafe suddenly pushes you against the tiled wall, his large hands holding your hips firmly as he stares at you, a lone strand of brunette hair falling in his blue eyes.

“I don’t like being teased, Y/N,” Rafe says quietly.

“You started-“ you begin to say, when Rafe brings his finger to your lips to silence you. You notice with a jolt that it’s the same finger he had inside you at the table, and he brushes it against your lower lip.

“Haven’t even kissed me yet and this is where we start? Bold choice,” you say, all snark but your voice is shaky and you can’t deny how turned on you are as you’re aware of the uncomfortable heat building at the juncture of your thighs.

Rafe pushes your mouth open with his finger. “Suck,” he says and you’re left with no choice but to obey him, wrapping your lips around his finger and lapping up your own arousal, maintaining eye contact.

Rafe looks pleased as he takes his finger out with a pop and smiles at you, before bringing his lips to yours in firm kiss, moving against you briefly before slipping his tongue into your mouth.

You kiss like that for a few moments, getting more hurried and desperate as Rafe pushes his hips into you and you feel his hard length against your thigh.

You break apart briefly, panting, your red strap falling down your shoulder and more of his hair falling into his eyes. He presses his forehead against yours and grips onto your waist tightly, moving you backwards until you feel your ass hit the sink.

Like clockwork, you jump up so you’re now sitting on the porcelain, and you wrap your legs around his waist.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this,” he says, and without giving you a chance to respond he brings his mouth to yours again, keeping one hand on your waist as he uses the other to push down the top of your dress until both breasts are exposed.

Rafe breaks away from you again and looks at you hungrily, pupils wide and wanting.

“Well,” you breathe, “they’re not here just to look pretty.”

Rafe smirks and takes that as his invitation, ducking his head down to your chest, closing his mouth around a nipple and sucking, using one hand to brace himself against the sink and the other to cup your other breast, running his thumb back and forth over your hardened nub.

You moan, threading your fingers through his hair, keeping his head in place as he sucked your nipple into his mouth, alternating between the left and right. You bring your hand down and start touching yourself, moving your clit underneath two fingers and bucking your hips up to meet them.

Rafe stops and notices what you’re doing.

“What do you need, princess?”

You moan as you keep your fingers working away.

“Fuck, I need your mouth on me, please Rafe,” you say and he wordlessly pushes your dress up briefly so you’re completely exposed, and dives his head down underneath your dress, using his tongue in broad strokes across your clit. Your hand moves back onto the top of his head as you grip his hair tightly, moving your hips up against his mouth as he makes quick work of your clit.

“Goddamn, Rafe, I’m gonna cum-“

Rafe hums and the vibration brings you over the edge, legs shaking. You start to cry out as you cum but Rafe quickly moves back over the top of you and slaps his hand against your mouth.

Your moans are thankfully muffled as you finish your orgasm, completely wet and ready for Rafe to be inside you.

“Rafe,” you whisper once he deems it safe enough to move his hand against your mouth, “normally I’m a lady who returns the favour but fuck I just need your cock inside me right now.”

Rafe’s already undoing his belt, bringing his hardened cock out and you almost salivate at the sight of it as it springs up from the waistband of his underwear, dripping pre-cum.

“Don’t have to tell me twice,” he says and he moves towards you, your legs opening on reflex.

Rafe lines his dick up with your entrance and you clench in anticipation.

“Wait, do you have a condom?”

Rafe shakes his head. “I might be confident but even I didn’t expect to be fucking you at a winery tour.”

You’re not normally one to take risks, but you’re so turned on you might scream if you don’t feel him inside you soon. You wrap your legs around his waist even tighter and bring him closer.

“Whatever. Get inside me.”

Rafe groans at your forwardness and pushes himself into you, letting out a whispered “fuck” as he feels your walls clenching around him, finally bottoming out inside you.

“God, you’re so tight.”

You lean back and moan. “Enough small talk, Cameron. Just fuck me already.”

Rafe suddenly starts moving and snaps his hips forward, causing you to cry out as the feeling of his thick cock filling you up is almost too much for you. You move in unison, your hips bucking up to meet his thrusts. Rafe leans his forehead on your shoulder as he continues to pound into you, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he gets closer to his orgasm.

You feel Rafe go to move out and you cross your ankles together and bring him further into you, locking him in as you dig your nails into his back.

“Don’t pull out, please. I-I want to feel you cum inside me.”

Rafe lets out a guttural moan at your words and he thrusts inside you one last time, filling you with his cum and stroking your back with his free hand.

He slips out of you and you frown at the empty feeling. His cum starts to leak down your thigh and you hurriedly push your dress out of the way.

Rafe’s pulling up his pants as you both look at each other and smile.

“So…do that again sometime?”

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imagine-loki · 3 years

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Blushing in His Colours, Chapter 29

TITLE: Blushing in His Colours CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 29 AUTHOR: fanficshiddles ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki being a Daddy Dom, his adores and loves his little, worships the ground she walks on. She has vaginismus, but he couldn’t be more supportive with her. RATING: M

‘What’s happening?’ Mia asked as she walked into the main living room one day.

Most of the team were there, Tony, Steve, Natasha, Wanda, Thor and Maria.

‘We are conducting some interviews for a trainee to help out in the lab with science stuff.’ Natasha said.

‘We’ve narrowed it down to a few. The best candidate is on his way, he has good credentials. Is ready to start ASAP too. Hopefully he will be a good fit and mean we don’t need to drone on through any other interviews.’ Tony sighed, stacking some papers to the side of him.

Mia smiled and took a seat at the other table, booting up her laptop. She had just taken some pictures of Loki and Clint doing some training outside, to upload to social media.

She was so engrossed in her work, that she barely registered when the guy came in for his interview. He was sat down and talking with Tony before Mia registered his voice…

Glancing up, she only saw the back of his head because of where he was sitting, but she still recognised him. She felt her stomach drop, like she was about to be sick.

Quickly putting her laptop in her bag, she stood up as quietly as possible and made a move for the door. As she passed him by, not looking at him so he wouldn’t see her face, Tony stopped her.

‘Oh, Mia. Would you mind hanging around, I’ve got a good feeling about this guy.’ He grinned at the applicant, who was very impressive so far. ‘Would be good to get a profile done.’

Mia’s eyes were wide, she tried to keep calm as she looked at Tony. But that’s when the guy recognised her.

‘Mia? Little Mia?’ He asked, smirking.

Mia cringed and turned to face him. She forced a smile. ‘Hi, Liam.’

‘You two know each other?’ Steve asked.

‘Yes… We used to date.’ Mia said quietly, trying not to look at anyone directly. ‘I uhm, have to be somewhere, I’ll catch use later.’

Liam scoffed. ‘Always running away, timid and shy Mia. Needing someone to hold her hand, to protect her.’ Liam said as he leaned back in his chair cockily and folded his arms over his chest.

Suddenly the rest of them weren’t so keen on his attitude change all of a sudden.

Mia ignored him and turned to head out.

‘I’m surprised a needy baby like yourself has managed to get a job here with the Avengers.’

Mia stopped dead, feeling rage bubble up inside her. Yet also fear and sadness. She glanced back over her shoulder, glaring at him.

‘Do the team know? How you’re so uptight you can’t even relax enough for sex. That you need someone to look after you, because you can’t look after yourself. It won’t be long before you leave here, in search of a Daddy. Because you can’t cope alone.’ He smirked.

‘That’s enough!’ Tony said to Liam. ‘This interview is over.’

Liam laughed. Mia felt tears brimming in her eyes, she turned around to fully face him. Wanting to say something, anything. But she couldn’t find the right words and she felt so humiliated, especially on front of the others.

‘Aww, has the little baby got nothing to say?’

‘Enough! Get out!’ Tony said angrily as he stood up.

‘You better leave before Loki gets here.’ Steve warned him.

Liam scoffed. ‘Loki? As if he would be dating her.’

But then Mia noticed Liam’s eyes widening at something, or someone, behind her. She heard heavy footsteps coming in.

Loki.

He looked absolutely murderous as he walked into the room, in his full armour from being out training. His eyes were locked onto Liam, nostrils flaring as he moved in behind Mia.

‘She has a Daddy.’ Loki snarled low, sliding a hand to the back of Mia’s neck, stroking her softly to let her know she was ok.

But she couldn’t help the tears that fell down her cheeks. She couldn’t take it anymore and ran out of the room.

Loki started to cross the room towards Liam, taking large, threatening steps. Liam was already shaking in his boots as he scrambled up to his feet, knocking the chair over, he quickly picked it up and put it back under the table. He moved back, away from Loki, with his hands out towards him.

‘L… Look… I… I was only joking. Pl, please… Don’t hurt me.’ He whined, backing away until he couldn’t go any further because of a wall. He was right to be scared, as he had seen the drone footage of Loki, so knew what he was dealing with. Heck, he wouldn’t want to be on the wrong end of any of the team, really.

‘Loki… he’s just a pathetic boy, who clearly enjoys humiliating women. He’s not worth it.’ Thor said to try and calm Loki down.

But Loki was angry. No, he was furious.

Stopping a few feet away from him, Loki put his hand out and curled his fingers inwards as if grabbing him. Liam gasped as it felt like a hand was actually around his throat. He put his hands up to his neck in a panic, gasping for breath. Loki raised his hand up and Liam moved up the wall, flailing his legs about.

‘Loki!’ The rest of them said, but they didn’t want to try and stop him because of how angry he was.

‘Loki, stop! Mia needs you to comfort her, not to get into trouble for killing some worthless idiot.’ Tony said desperately.

Whilst part of him wouldn’t have actually minded if Loki killed the little twerp, he didn’t want to deal with the aftermath. And he knew it would cause trouble for Loki. Which was the last thing he would need, Mia too.

Loki knew the others were right. So he tossed Liam across the room, hurting him but not killing him, as he went flying into a book shelf, breaking it.

The God stormed over to Liam and loomed over him as he cowered on the floor, curling himself up and begging not to be hurt.

‘If you ever show your face here again, I will make sure to end you.’ Loki growled.

That wasn’t a threat. It was a promise.

Steve and Tony then rushed over and hauled Liam up to his feet, to escort him out of the building.

‘What he said’ Loki started to say to the others.

‘Just go comfort Mia!’ Maria said as she ushered him away.

Loki knew they wouldn’t care what was said, they didn’t care what happened behind closed doors. The subjects he touched upon certainly wasn’t something that was to be ashamed of anyway. They knew Liam was bang out of order.

Tony just couldn’t believe the sudden change in his attitude. But he was glad they’d seen it now rather than after hiring him.

Loki found Mia in their room, she was curled up in the corner crying. Loki went straight to her and pulled her onto his lap, comforting her as he rocked back and fore.

‘Shhh, shhh. It’s alright, sweetling. Let it all out. He won’t hurt you again, I promise.’ Loki hummed, kissing the top of her head.

It took a while before Mia felt able to speak. She looked up at Loki, he wiped her tears away and smiled down at her.

‘I’m sorry.’ She whispered.

Loki frowned. ‘Why are you apologising? You have nothing to apologise for. There aren’t enough words to describe that despicable imbecile. I should’ve crushed him while I had the chance.’ Loki growled angrily, but he quickly composed himself. ‘Being a little and having vaginismus is nothing to be ashamed about, he is the one who should be sorry for taking the mickey out of you. I’m guessing he never understood about vaginismus and didn’t understand your needs?’

‘No… He got angry that he couldn’t have sex with me, which I think probably made it worse. And he found me far too needy, didn’t like how clingy I was. I tried not to be, but I couldn’t help it. Then he found my diary and read about how I wanted a Daddy Dom.’ She said quietly.

Loki kept stroking her back, he cupped her chin and tilted her head up to him.

‘You are who you are, and he doesn’t appreciate that. He is not worthy of any of your time, none at all. Please, don’t let him upset you. It seemed to me that he was perhaps surprised that you’re working here, where he wants to be. He’s jealous and went on the attack.’ Loki nuzzled her nose with his own.

‘Maybe… But, now the others know. What will they think?’ She gasped, getting nervous again.

Loki pressed a gentle but firm kiss to her lips, making her melt a little.

‘You’re mine. I love you. I am yours. That’s all that matters, sweetling. Anyone who dares to say anything otherwise, I’ll rip their head off.’ Loki said with a low growl against her lips, making her heart flutter.

She started crying again a bit, but not from sadness. Because she knew she was truly loved by Loki.

After comforting her, Loki made love to her. In their own way, with his cock between her thighs, rubbing against her. He marked her, biting her neck and sucking hard, to make sure there would be a mark for everyone to see. He felt very possessive with her, more than normal. It was still intimate and tender though, Loki always managed to make it work.

Not only was Mia’s body exploding in pleasure, but her heart was exploding with love, too.

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