LokixFem!ReaderxBucky
IMPORTANT: A little message to those who may not have read the full description: You end up with one of them, not both.
This is my first book, so I'm sorry if it isn't that good.
THERE WILL BE TRIGGERS! Abuse, sexual assault, a...
A/N: I'm spoonfeeding you guys smut so you won't be as mad when I do some unforgivable and depressing things...
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You wake up to patterns being drawn on your back by cool, long fingers.
"Good morning, my love," Loki whispers in your ear.
You look over at him and smile lazily.
"Morning."
He gently kisses you on the forehead.
"We have the whole compound to ourselves." You point out.
"Indeed we do."
You stretch a bit before you both go into the bathroom to brush your teeth. As you're finishing up, Loki comes up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist.
"There are so many things I want to do with you in this empty building." He whispers in your ear.
You smirk at him in the mirror, "You have to catch me first."
Quick as a flash, you remove his arms from around your waist and sprint out of your room.
You run down the hallway and hear the telltale sound of magic from Loki teleporting behind you.
"No magic!" You yell.
You hear him running behind you, so you pick up speed, heading straight for the kitchen.
"I will get you!" Loki shouts from close behind.
You giggle, "Nope!"
You make it into the kitchen and run around the kitchen island, putting it between you and Loki.
"Coward~" Loki teases.
You pout a bit.
Loki smiles, "Darling... you look so precious when you pout."
His words make you pout harder. Eyebrows pinched, bottom lip jutted out, and arms crossed.
Loki's eyes soften a bit before he teleports right next to you, making you jump with a slight shriek.
"What the fuck?!"
Loki's lips curl up again, "I enjoy breaking the rules, my love."
You raise an eyebrow as you magic up your daggers.
"Ah... and I thought we were going to eat breakfast." Loki sighs as he sits down.
He magics up a book, seemingly unfazed by your polished daggers glistening in the light.
You scoff as he pretends to read while he waits for you to make a move.
