#loki x bratty!reader

[cleo-fox]

Close Quarters

Part 2 of 2

(Part 1)

Summary: The thrilling conclusion to Part 1.

Pairing: Loki x Fem Reader

Warnings: Smut, 18+ (Minors DNI), dirty talk, praise kink, fingering, elevator sex, a hint of dom/sub, Dom Loki, Reader gets a little bratty, little bit of a sir kink, cunnilingus, blow jobs, filth.

A/N: I know I usually choose a Loki GIF but Thomas Sharpe seemed…more appropriate. I’ve got a couple more one shots with these idiots, so if you want to see more, lemme know.

Mercifully, the hallway is empty.

You imagine that your exit from the elevator looks as scandalous as what happened inside it. You are draped in Loki’s arms, still out of breath and a little glassy eyed from the two earth shattering orgasms that he’d given you only minutes prior. In contrast, Loki looks relatively put together and intently focused, like there’s nothing more important on this earth than getting you both back to your suite as quickly as possible. That thought gives you a bit of a thrill—the idea of you wanting him is not necessarily new or unusual, but the idea that he might want you just as much is utterly thrilling.

It occurs to you that you’re in rather close proximity to his neck and it seems like a shame to let that opportunity go to waste. You press your lips against the pulse point in his throat and lazily make your way along his jaw. His breath hitches when you catch his earlobe between your teeth.

“Are you trying to ensure that I take you in the hallway, Mrs. Pine?” he says, his voice dropping deep.

“I won’t be able to scream for you in the hallway,” you breathe into his ear, “and I kinda think you want that.”

“Minx,” he growls, picking up his pace just slightly as you resume kissing his neck.

“I take it that means I’m right,” you say. “Or that I’m in for it when we get back to the room.”

He chuckles. “Oh, it’s both, darling.”

You shiver and nip at his earlobe once more.

Loki drops the glamor as soon as the door to your room shuts behind you and while you like the cropped blond hair of Jonathan Pine, there is something about his natural long, dark locks that drives you wild.

“Let’s me make two things clear, Agent,” he says as he carries you into the bedroom. “First: there are no covers in here; I want you screaming my name when you come. Second—” he sets you down at the foot of the bed. “—I want to taste your pretty cunt.”

Heat and tension coil in your hips. “I can agree to both of those things.”

“Good. Undress.”

He watches as you slowly strip off your swimsuit, his eyes greedy and hungry. Once you’re completely naked, he gives himself a moment to look you over in full, unconsciously licking his lips when his gaze falls on your breasts and hips, his eyes devouring every inch of you. Finally, he nods at the foot of the bed. “Sit.”

You sit down on the bed and he begins unbuttoning his shirt. He takes his time and you watch, enraptured by the slow reveal of his well-muscled chest and taut, flat stomach. The shirt is discarded on the floor with your swimsuit. He undoes his belt, then the button and zip on his shorts.

He’s wearing black boxer briefs, which surprises you—you had assumed that his preference was likely to go commando. But honestly, the boxer briefs are so fitted that the effect is essentially the same: they cling to every dip and swell and leave absolutely nothing to the imagination. The material is taut across his thighs and his cock strains hard at the fabric. If pressed, you could probably create a reasonably accurate sketch based on this view alone.

You don’t have terribly long to contemplate this, though—he kneels in front of you, pulling you in for a slow kiss, his large hands cupping your breasts. His kiss is thorough and sensual, but the addition of his hands kneading your breasts and gently teasing and pinching the sensitive skin of your nipples may actually send you into the stratosphere.

And then he lowers his mouth to your breast and you lose the ability to form coherent thoughts. He strokes his tongue lazily on your nipple in slow circles, lightly teasing the hardened bud with his teeth and bringing another flood of slick arousal to your cunt. Your hips rock fruitlessly against nothing, seeking friction to ease the throbbing pulse of your clit.

You sigh, letting your eyes close and your head tip back, your fingers tangling in his hair. After a moment, you reach for his free hand and guide it between your legs. His fingers dip between your legs, collecting your slickness and gently rolling against your clit.

You moan and he draws back, eyes dark. “Lie back,” he says softly.

You recline on the bed and his focus shifts to you spread out before him. “Lovely,” he says. He is being sincere—and there’s a power in that that thrills you, that sends even more heat and slick to your aching cunt.

When he’s looked his fill, he brings both of your legs over his broad shoulders. He lowers his head to your cunt slowly, first dipping down to inhale your scent and then with one wicked grin, slipping the warm blade of his tongue between your folds.

Your exhale is shaky and turns into a soft whine in the back of your throat as he licks a long, broad stripe from your entrance up to your clit.

“Fuck, Loki.” His name falls from your lips unbidden. You prop yourself up on your elbows and drink in the sight of him between your legs, head bowed like he is worshiping at the most sacred and solemn altar.

In the elevator, he was determined to make you come as quickly as possible; now, though, in the privacy of your room, he seems intent on taking his time and building you up achingly slowly. His tongue laves over your clit at a leisurely pace, teasing and tasting and sucking until he finds the rhythm and movement that makes you try to press your quaking thighs together because it feels so incredible. He gently presses your legs back open, keeping you spread and fully at the mercy of the rolling waves of pleasure that his mouth is creating. One of his long and elegant fingers slides inside of you and curls, pressing against that sweet, soft spot that makes your hips buck and your eyes roll to the back of your head.

When a second finger joins the first a few minutes later, you know that it won’t be much longer. Loki looks up at you, lust-glazed eyes glittering like he knows that too.

You approach the edge slowly, your breath coming in rolling gasps, your hands gripping his hair. He watches you, his gaze both hungry and mischievous. You bite your lip, breath stuttering as you furrow your brow against that final ascent.

And then the tension finally snaps and your head tips back as you tumble off the edge and into your climax, your free fall as decadent and shiver-inducing as the beautifully slow buildup.

You don’t manage to gasp his name because the concept of words has fled you entirely and the only sound that escapes your lips is a sharp cry. From the glint in his eye and the low groan of approval offered against your clit, Loki doesn’t seem to mind at all.

The aftershocks roll through you in rippling waves that make your toes curl and it takes you a moment to catch your breath.

“I confess, I’m quite tempted to stay here all night,” says Loki, placing a gentle kiss on your clit. “You have the sweetest cunt.”

“I bet you say that to all the girls,” you say, your words slurred with pleasure.

“Hardly.” He licks you very slowly from your entrance to your clit and you sigh, running your fingers through his hair. He repeats the same circuit twice more.

“In fact,” he murmurs, placing another kiss on your clit, “I think I may need another taste.” Another lingering kiss, his tongue teasing your entrance. You suck in a shuddering breath.

“One more.” Another long stroke of his tongue and you shiver again.

“Darling, I’m so sorry—” a quick kiss to your clit, “—but I think I’m going to have to make you come again. I'm simply famished.”

Your back arches and you moan as his mouth once again envelopes your clit and his fingers slide back inside you, curling into that soft, sweet spot. You’re a little sensitive, but he’s moving with such achingly perfect precision that you can already feel another orgasm starting to build in your hips.

The ascent is much quicker this time, and you soon find yourself whimpering and panting, your hands tangling again in his hair. He groans against you and you swear you feel the vibrations shimmer all along your aching core.

“Please,” you moan. “Please. I’m so close. Please.”

He lets you ride the edge for a little bit longer, despite your pleas and your iron grip on his hair. But after a minute or so, he seems to take pity on you and he increases his pace just slightly. Your orgasm blossoms in your hips, your cunt clamping down on his fingers as you moan his name to the ceiling.

“That’s my good girl,” he purrs a moment later, as his fingers coax you through the aftershocks. He looks you over, licking his lips. “You’re gorgeous like this, you know,” he says, eyes dragging greedily over your body. “Naked and utterly fucked out. Perfection.”

You shiver and slowly convince your loose muscles to allow you to sit up. “I don’t think you can say I’m fucked out if you haven’t actually fucked me.”

His eyebrow arches, “Is that so?”

You scoot to the edge of the bed so that you can run your hands over his firm chest. You press a kiss just above his belly button, tongue flicking out briefly against his skin. “Seems reasonable to me.”

“Do you want me to fuck you, Agent?” he says, his voice dropping low.

“I mean, that’s what I was hinting at, yes,” you say.

His eyes are hooded as he gives you a sly, calculating smile. “But do you deserve to be fucked, Agent?”

Feeling a little bold, you place your palm flat against the substantial bulge in his boxer briefs, running your hand along the hard, thick length of him. Fuck, he’s big. “Yes,” you say.

“I’m not so sure about that,” he says, his expression and voice deliciously stern despite your hand on his cock. “You’ve been quite pert. Disobedient. Mouthy.”

You think you have an idea where this is going. “So am I getting punished or begging for you to forgive me?” you ask with a coy smile.

The hunger and delight in his gaze makes you ache. “Let’s see what your smart mouth can do to my cock and maybe then I’ll consider fucking you.”

You lick your lips and trace your fingertips along the sharp lines of his Adonis belt, pausing at the waistband of his boxer briefs. You hook your fingertips under the elastic and pull them down.

His cock springs free as the fabric falls to the floor. Between sitting on his lap and the unsubtle nature of the boxer briefs, you knew he was long and thick, but you’re still not fully prepared to experience the full effect of seeing his cock be hard and ready for you.

“Fuck,” you breathe. You take a moment to admire him, despite the fact that you know it’s likely only inflating his ego. 

“Do you want me, Agent?” he drawls with a lazy smile. “Do you want my cock?”

“I think you know the answer to that,” you say. “In fact, I’m certain you do.”

“Perhaps I like hearing you say it,” he says, bringing one hand up to stroke your cheek. “Would that be such a terrible thing?”

Impulsively, you get to your feet and pull him into a kiss. You can still taste yourself on him—salty and a little sweet.

“You like hearing me talk about how I want you?” you say, pressing your hips against his.

“Very much.” His voice is a low purr and you shiver in his arms.

“I’m aching for you to fill me,” you murmur, leaning in to kiss him. “I’m dripping just thinking about it.” You nip at his lower lip and he groans against your mouth. “But first, I want to get on my knees and worship your perfect cock with my mouth.”

There's a low, pleased rumble deep in his chest and you shiver as you draw away. “Sit down.”

He sits down on the foot of the bed and you position yourself in front of him, standing between his spread thighs and lowering yourself to your knees. You run your hands up his thighs, lightly dragging your fingernails along his skin, enjoying the slight hitch in his breath. You kiss the inside of his left knee and slowly make your way up the inside of his left thigh, dragging your tongue along his skin every so often. You continue this all the way up to the crease where his thigh meets his hip, close enough that he can feel the heat of your breath on his beautiful cock.

And then you lean back and begin the same process again on his right leg.

“What,” he says, his voice going deep and dark, “did I say about playing games, Agent?”

You tilt your head to look up at him. He’s staring down at you with a stern look that makes your cunt clench.

“You know, I came so hard earlier, I can’t quite recall,” you say, making your eyes as wide and innocent as you can.

“And if you want to come again tonight, you’ll find a way to remember,” he says. He’s stern and authoritative, and it’s ridiculously hot. “Now put that smart mouth to work on my cock,” he growls.

“Yes, sir.” The phrase just sort of slips out, but the way it makes your cunt ache and his eyes glitter is absolutely delicious.

“Oh, I like those manners, pet,” he purrs. “I want to hear more of that.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” you say, pausing to lick your lips, “sir.”

“Good girl.”

His cock is flushed and so hard it presses up against his stomach. You wrap one hand around his shaft and you suck in a breath when your fingers don’t quite meet. He’s huge and the thought of having him inside of you makes you shiver and ache in anticipation.

You stroke him once and lower your mouth to the tip of his cock, placing gentle, closed mouth kisses on it.

He tolerates this for about thirty seconds.

“Agent.” His voice is laced with warning. “I won’t warn you again.”

Your lips curl into a slight smile and you flick your tongue against the tip of his cock, savoring the sharp tang of his pre-come. His eyes glitter down at you, still watching, waiting for you to disobey him.

“Am I not allowed to savor this experience?” you ask, intentionally licking your lips.

“I would urge you to consider that only good girls get to come on my cock, darling,” he says, his voice going dark and deliciously stern. “Choose your next moves wisely.”

The reality is that you desperately want to come on his cock and you wouldn’t put it past him to deny you. So, you offer him a sly smirk before you slowly begin to lick the tip of his cock, gradually opening your lips and bringing him into your mouth.

He groans softly. “You just need a firm hand, don’t you?” he says as you begin to move your head, stroking his shaft in a slow rhythm. His fingers card through your hair as he leans back on one hand, allowing himself to relax a little. “Or perhaps it’s that you want my cock more than you want to be a brat.”

You look up at him and raise an eyebrow. He’s not wrong.

He laughs low in his throat. “Oh, I think I’m going to  have you taking my orders by the time the week is up.” He reaches out to stroke your cheek with his thumb. “You have such a needy little cunt and I rather think that will prove to be an advantage for me.”

Your instinct is to let out a low whine, but you also don’t want to give him the satisfaction. You can’t fully stop yourself from reacting, though, and a soft whimper makes its way out of your lips.

He catches this and smirks. “You like being mouthy and talking back, but I think you also crave a little discipline. Being told what to do gets you off, doesn’t it?”

This time, you do whine and he smiles down at you, eyes hooded. “That works out rather nicely,” he says, his voice dropping deep, “because I quite enjoy giving orders.”

You shiver and he notices, running his fingers through your hair.

“Filthy girl,” he purrs. “We’re going to have so much fun together.” He watches you for a minute, eyes hooded, lips slightly parted. “You’re gorgeous like this, too, you know,” he says. “On your knees with my cock in your mouth like a good girl. I could watch this for hours.” You glance up at him and catch his lazy smile. “Though,” he continues, “I suspect you’ll also look gorgeous riding my cock. Or perhaps spread out and tied to the bed.”

This image is too much for you: a high pitched whine makes its way out of your throat before you can think better of it.

“Oh, you like that idea?” he says, not sounding very surprised at all. “You like the thought of being bound and completely at my mercy?”

Another embarrassing whine escapes you before you can stop it.

“We’ll have to explore that some time this week,” he says. “Though I am starting to develop a rather lengthy list of things I want to do to you.”

Fuck. You are caught between wanting him to keep talking and wanting him to shut up so you stop making such embarrassing noises.

Admittedly, the idea of making him feel so good that you render him speechless is also incredibly appealing.

You suck just a little harder, cheeks hollowing as you start running your tongue along the underside of his shaft, swirling it on the tip as you come up.

His eyebrows draw together, his lips parting slightly. “Fuck. That’s it.”

You pick up your pace just a little and he groans, his hand going to grip your hair.

“Yes—just like that.” His grip tightens on your hair. “If your cunt is even half as good as your mouth—fuck, yes, right there—I’m going to have a hard time leaving this room this week.”

You hum against his cock and he groans, his hips starting to rock toward your mouth. “Do you like this?” he asks, his voice husky. “Do you like being on your knees for me?”

You moan against his cock, sucking harder.

“You do, don’t you?” he says, his voice a little unsteady. “Barely an hour and you’re already such a slut for my cock.”

You moan again, bobbing your head up and down his length.

“Such a good girl,” he purrs. “A bit of a brat to start, but I think I’m going to have to reward you for this. Your mouth is too fucking good.”

Another moan slips past your lips. He groans and is quiet for a minute or two, his hips rocking toward you.

His breath is coming in shaky gasps now. “I’m close, love,” he says, his fingers flexing in your hair. “I’m going to spill myself in your pretty mouth and then I’m going to fuck you into the mattress.”

You can’t help but moan, which seems to spur him on. His lips part and you can almost feel how close he is.

He makes the most beautiful noise as he comes, a low groan that seems to reverberate in your cunt as he empties himself into your mouth. You swallow his release greedily as you continue stroking him, your head moving up and down his length.

You pull off of him slowly, licking your lips and you look up at him, your mouth curling into a smirk. “So, was that a proper enough apology for you?” you ask.

He growls low in his chest, eyes opening to look down at you. “You are still far too pert for your own good,” he says. “I suspect I’m going to have to put you over my knee at some point this week. You need discipline.”

You suck in a deep breath as your cunt clenches at the possibility.

“But right now, I need to fuck you.” He gestures to the bed. “Get up here. Now.”

You don’t need any encouragement to follow this command, but the way that he delivers the order and the way his green eyes get all steely is enough for more slickness to collect between your legs. You clamber to your feet, but before you can even try getting on the bed, he’s pulling you to him and flipping you onto your back. He rolls on top of you, caging you in with his body, his impossibly hard cock throbbing against your stomach.

He kisses you, tongue pressing into your mouth, hungry and claiming. “Do you want me inside you?” he purrs against your lips. “Do you want me to fuck you?”

“I need you to fuck me,” you say, spreading your legs and tilting your pelvis up toward him. “I want you to claim me.”

His smile is sharp and he drags the tip of his cock along your cunt, coating himself in your slickness. “Still so fucking wet,” he growls.

“I told you I need you,” you murmur.

He lines himself up at your entrance and ever so slowly begins easing into you. He presses forward, inch by glorious inch, until his hips are flush against yours.

“Oh fuck,” you breathe. “You feel so good.”

He smiles and withdraws just an inch or two before pressing back in. You arch underneath him and let out a soft moan.

“How about that? Is that good?” he asks.

You moan and nod.

He repeats the action. “And this?”

You offer up another moan and he grins. He repeats the action again, clearly teasing you. “What about this one?”

“Loki, please—”

“What is it darling?”

You’re not quite sure if you want to kiss or slap that smirk right off his face.

“Please don’t stop, please—”

“Oh, you want me to keep doing this?” he says, his brow furrowing in mock confusion. “You should have said something.”

“Loki, please—”

He chuckles quietly and begins rocking his hips against yours in slow, shallow thrusts. You sigh and wrap your legs around his waist, meeting his mouth as he kisses you. You can tell he’s holding back, though.

“I’m not going to break,” you finally say, tilting your hips to rock with his. “I want more. I want you to fuck me.”

He kisses you hard and his thrusts lengthen and deepen, his pace increasing just a hair, and you cry out because he’s now hitting that soft, sweet spot and he feels even better.

“You’re taking me so well, darling,” he says. “This snug little cunt was made for my cock, wasn’t it?”

“Yes,” you breathe, arching your back. “Fuck, that’s so good.”

He wraps those long fingers around your ankles and brings your legs up so that they are draped over his shoulders, your body folded in half. He thrusts again and his cock presses even deeper, rubbing against that tender spot inside you. His thumb finds your clit and you whimper. Pressure is starting to build in your hips again.

“You’re getting close already, aren’t you?” he rasps, grinning at you like a devil. “I can feel you starting to tremble.”

You keen, your cunt clenching around his steadily thrusting cock.

“Are you going to be a good girl and come on my cock?” he growls.

You nod, words somewhere beyond you.

“I want you to soak my cock,” he purrs. “Let it all out. Scream for me.”

You feel yourself poised on the edge. So close.

“Come for me, darling, that’s it, let go, come for me, let me feel that sweet cunt milk me dry…”

You arch your back as your orgasm blossoms and unfurls. The sound that falls from your lips is a high pitched keening that would be Loki’s name, except there’s no space for anything besides this incredible feeling, his cock inside you, and the weight of him on top of you.

“Oh there you go, that’s it,” he murmurs. “You have the tightest, most exquisite cunt. I could fuck you for days.”

You moan, shuddering in the final throes, your cunt spasming around his thick cock. He withdraws for a moment and you moan at the loss, but he quickly flips you onto your stomach and slides right back inside you.

From this angle, his cock thrusts even deeper, pressing more directly against your G-spot. A few strokes in and it becomes glaringly apparent to you that you’re going to come again.

“You’re insatiable, aren’t you?” he pants, thrusting hard into you. “I can feel you starting to tremble already.”

You moan into the comforter, arching your back so he hits that spot again.

“Ah, ah, ah,” he scolds, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you up so your back is flush against his chest. “I want to hear every filthy little sound that you make. Every. Last. One.” He thrusts in time with those last three words and you moan.

“You love this, don’t you?” he growls, his hips thrusting hard. “You love me taking you from behind like a fucking animal.”

Your legs are shaking and you can feel your orgasm building. “Loki, I’m gonna come again,” you whimper.

“I know you are, sweet girl,” he growls. “I can feel your tight cunt trembling.” His free hand slides between your legs, fingers rolling over your clit in the same rhythm as his thrusting cock.

Your breath stutters and a low whine escapes your lips. You are deliciously close.

“Please.” Your voice is barely a gasp. You’re riding the very edge of that wave and it feels so good that you’re almost certain the oncoming climax couldn’t possibly feel better. Almost.

“Oh, you’re almost there, love, you can do it,” says Loki, his hand still moving with his hips. “You just need to let go.”

You whimper. You are almost there.

“Be my good girl and let go for me,” he rasps. “Come for me.”

It breaks quite suddenly, your whole body shuddering and your cunt clamping down hard on his cock as you come. The noise you make is animalistic, torn from somewhere deep in your chest.

“Fuck!” Loki is fucking you hard, hips pistoning against your ass. “So fucking tight, you’re like a vise when you come, fuck—” His speech gives way into either Asgardian or Old Norse—you’re not quite sure which, but the idea that you’ve made him feel good enough to abandon English is incredibly appealing.

You’re dreamily floating back down from your high when you hear him make that beautiful noise again, that low, deep groan that falls from his lips only when he comes. You feel his release flood your cunt, hot and thick, as his hips finally start to slow.

It’s another minute or two before he rolls off you, flopping down next to you on the bed. Before you even have a moment to miss him or the comforting weight of his body on yours, he’s wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close.

You both lie there for a long moment, catching your breath.

You think back to your initial meeting with Fury, when you complained about being sent in with Loki. You’ve never been more pleased to be wrong in your entire life.

“So,” you say once you feel capable of speech, “you said you had some ideas for the rest of the week?”

If you thought his grin was devilish before, it’s nothing compared to what he looks like now as he pulls you on top of him.

“Darling,” he says, his voice dropping an octave. “I thought you’d never ask.”

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[infinitystoner]

Exaltation

AO3 | Masterlist

Summary: In which you express the depths of your devotion to Loki of Asgard (whilst on your knees).

Pairing: Prince!Loki x Female Reader

Word count: 2.2k

Tags/Content: Teasing, Bratty Behavior, Humor, Bit of Fluff, Praise, Smut, Oral (m receiving), Established Relationship, Second Person POV, No Y/N

Rating: Explicit; 18+

Author’s note: So, I’m kind of obsessed with writing Prince Loki at the moment. Perhaps this is the start of a new collection? Anyway, here’s a lil’ something for @sarahscribbles’ birthday celebration. I hope you enjoy these brats in love, my dear!

Loki huffs as the two of you cross the threshold into his rooms, kicking the heavy golden door shut behind him, the impact reverberating off the stone walls with a resounding thud.  

Norns, he’s as eager to get to the bedchamber as you are. And rightly so – it’s been days. 

“Loki!” You giggle as you turn to him, warm laughter faltering at the sight of his solemn countenance, a shift that tinges the atmosphere with something you can’t quite place.  

It’s unexpected, yet familiar. Anticipation simmers in your stomach as he releases your hand, jerking his chin toward the blazing hearth at the center of his study. 

“Over there. Now.”

Oh. 

Just a few hours earlier, Loki, Thor, and their entourage had returned from a week-long royal hunt. Your reunion at the celebratory feast had been nothing short of scintillating – a mirthful evening of rousing conversation, stolen glances, abundant wine, and teasing touches. 

But it hadn’t been enough. With Loki, it’s never enough. 

He’s always a bit insatiable after time apart, but tonight something is different. There’s a sense of determination emanating from him as he observes you following his order without hesitation. His jaw is set, the muscles of his neck subtly tensing as he holds his head high, nostrils flaring slightly as his eyes bore through you. 

It’s quite thrilling, really. 

The fire emits a symphony of pops and snaps, flames lapping at the logs in an enchanting waltz as Loki stalks forward, commanding your attention with each step. He unfastens his cloak, draping it over the settee. You wonder why you’re not already draped across the sofa, Loki’s body pressing into yours. But you dare not move from your designated spot, especially when you notice the devious glint in his sharp, calculating gaze.

“It’s been much too long, love.” He’s in front of you now, poised and majestic and biting his lip in the most devastating way. The crackling fire crescendos as logs shift, casting shadows that flicker and sway throughout the chamber, and you furtively take a small step to the left. It’s a vain endeavor to quell the mounting ache between your thighs, but at least the new position allows the amber light to accentuate each curve of your silhouette. Because whatever little game Loki’s planning, you intend to win. 

“I don’t know why you insist on making it longer.” 

He only hums in response, quirking a brow as he rocks on his heels, regarding you. 

Infuriating brat. 

Loki slightly startles when you impetuously fist the collar of his tunic, crashing your lips into his. You don’t expect him to lean in, considering his little display of dominance and all, so it’s your turn to be caught unawares when his tongue slips past your lips. It’s slow and sweet, and the lingering taste of honey wine envelops your senses and sends you reeling with pleasure.

When Loki breaks the kiss, you lurch forward, craving more. It’s never enough. 

But any momentum you might’ve summoned with your amorous advance is now gone – the deep, jovial laugh rumbling through his chest a stark contrast to your shallow pants.  

“Ah, ah,” he tuts, his palm flat against your collarbone. “Remain where you are so that I may get a good look at you.” 

“I believe you did enough looking during the feast,” you quip, finally catching your breath. Loki takes another step back, eyes crinkling in mirth and appearing every bit the mischievous god that he is. 

“There wasn’t much else that could be done in front of the Allfather and half of Asgard, now was there, darling? And surely you cannot fault me for wanting to admire a divine creature such as yourself.” 

Damn that silver tongue.

“But I am curious to know all the sordid thoughts hidden away in that pretty head of yours,” Loki continues, his darkened eyes raking over your body as a familiar warmth ignites every nerve ending like a fiery enchantment. At first, you think he’s magicked away your gown – a dash of disappointment arising in you when you realize you’re still fully clothed.

“Whatever do you mean?” you reply, tauntingly narrowing your eyes. It’s a wily attempt to lure Loki into your trap – because the only thing he loves more than provoking chaos is countering a challenge. 

“Careful, little one. Do not lie to me. Not when both know your intentions are less than honorable, what with that rousing performance licking the ambrosia from your fingertips at the high table.” 

An impish smile tugs at the corners of your lips as he circles you, the stealth movement reminding you of a predator on the prowl. You refuse to be his prey. For now, anyway. 

“Oh, that? Merely an ill-timed consequence of misplacing the serviette.” 

Loki’s fingertips trail down your arms before he grasps your hips, pulling you against his solid form. 

“Is that so?” he rasps in your ear, his cool breath sending a chill down your spine. His erection is evident, and you both shamelessly groan as you grind your ass into him. 

“See?” The timbre of his voice vibrates across your flesh as he cups your breast, his thumb roughly flicking your nipple through the sinfully thin fabric of your dress. “Trouble.”

“You love it.” 

“Oh, do I ever,” he hums, scraping his teeth over the sensitive skin below your ear as his hands continue their exploration. It’s an addicting action he knows drives you wild, and, in the haze of lust he’s conjuring, you don’t realize he’s deftly unclasping the pin at the shoulder of your gown.   

A small gasp escapes you as the silken bodice pools around your waist. Even with the hearth burning beside you, the air in the chamber is crisp, and Loki’s hands are cooler still. He circles you again, tugging the lustrous material over your hips, a smug grin adorning his face as you stand completely bare before him. You straighten your shoulders as he retreats, his pupils expanding with unabated lust as he drinks in the sight of you. 

The light ebbs and flows around you, but your eyes are solely focused on each other as Loki settles into the plush velvet armchair across from where you stand. 

“So brazen,” you tease, stepping out of your slippers and lightly kicking your discarded garment to the side. “But I thought you fancied yourself a benevolent god, Loki.” 

“Hmm? Oh, yes,” he says, eyeing the front of his trousers. “I suppose that was quite unfair of me, wasn’t it?”

He waves his hand with a flourish, his clothing evaporating in a flash of emerald. 

Gods, he’s gorgeous. Golden light flickers across his immaculate physique and a part of you wants to stay here forever – committing the impossible splendor of this maddening man to memory. But Loki has other plans. 

“Enjoying the view?”

You release a shaky breath, the throbbing in your core becoming more unbearable by the second. “Yes.”

“But it’s not enough, is it?” His voice drips with a blend of amusement and mockery, as if savoring the mere taste of your frustration. 

He’s going to be the end of you. You shake your head, watching in awe as he widens his hips, the ripple of elegant muscle beneath his alabaster skin accentuated in the firelight – but it’s the sight of his beautiful cock resting against his thigh that makes your heart stutter. You’re gawking, too; you’re sure of it. But you don’t care. 

When your eyes dart up to meet his, Loki smiles and silently beckons you with a graceful curl of his forefinger. 

Finally. Arousal thrums through your veins, but as you move to climb atop him, he snatches your wrist, and you freeze. 

“Kneel.” 

It’s a command so powerful, so sensual, that you know surrender is imminent. 

You’re between his thighs in a heartbeat, yearning to worship every glorious inch of him. Your knees sink into the plush furs at his feet as you prepare to indulge every request he makes.

“Loki…” you say breathlessly, dragging your nails up his muscular calves. 

“You know–” he interrupts “–out there, in the wilds of Asgard, the vision of you on your knees, begging for me, possessed my every waking thought. In fact, darling, I was so preoccupied that I nearly clipped Thor with a rogue arrow.” 

You breathe out a nervous laugh at his admission, and his lips curl into that damned smirk as he looks down at you. It’s the one he always dons when he’s up to something, and suddenly everything falls into place.

“Beg.”

Your resolve shatters, words tumbling from you without conscious thought. “I need to touch you, Loki. Please.” 

“Oh, you can do better than that, dove,” he taunts, languidly beginning to stroke himself. “Beg for me and I’ll give you exactly that which you desire.” 

You inhale, mouth watering in anticipation and mind reeling with possibility. And then the perfect words come to you.

“My king,” you say with an air of innocence, pride bubbling in your chest as Loki’s cock twitches in his palm. “I am yours. Completely.”��

Your gaze meets his as you caress his thighs, pushing them slightly outward as you lean forward. He exhales when your hand replaces his own, shifting in the chair as you emulate his unhurried strokes.

“Words alone cannot express my eternal devotion.” 

His eyes glisten as he reaches down to tenderly grasp your chin, the pad of his thumb massaging your bottom lip. 

“That isn’t–” Loki hesitates, his voice carrying a hint of wariness, and your heart aches for him. All these years and some small part of him still believes he’s unworthy of your affection. 

He deserves every ounce of veneration you can bestow upon him – and not just tonight. For as long as time stretches across the cosmos, you’ll spend your days and nights proving to Loki the love you share is real and that he is worthy of it and so much more. 

“Allow me to exalt you” is what you think you say before he guides himself into your mouth, but you’re not certain of anything right now. Except that he’s warm and heavy on your tongue, and the sweet, tangy taste of him is divine. 

You hear him gasp from above, and you moan in turn, watching in fascination as he responds to your touch. He’s everything you desire and soon your fervent slurps and Loki’s soft grunts are the only sounds accompanying the crackles and pops of the fire.  

“Gods, yes,” he pants, delicately placing his hand at the nape of your neck as you quicken your pace. “That’s it. That’s my good girl.” 

His praise spurs you to flatten your tongue against his cock, working your magic until his hips rise to meet your every movement. 

Saliva drips from the corners of your lips as his sounds of pleasure intensify, thighs shuddering around you. His brows knit, face contorting in ecstasy as you gag around him. 

“Faen… I- I’m,” Loki manages to say through gritted teeth, chin pointing up to the heavens before his hips jerk once, twice – a strangled groan echoing around the chamber as he spills into your mouth. 

When his hand falls from your head, you slowly pull off of him, sitting back on your heels to admire the view before you. 

He’s still hard, and you already miss the weight of him on your tongue, but the flush of pink on his cheeks and the thin sheen of perspiration on his brow, along with the ragged rise and fall of his chest, assures you he’s properly sated – for the next few minutes, at least. 

“Get up here, woman,” he instructs, eyes twinkling as he guides you to his lap. As you straddle his waist, Loki’s head tilts to the side, an expression of absolute reverence that no one – save for you – ever bears witness to on his handsome face. 

“I love you.” It’s a whispered incantation on your skin, his cool breath sparking a yearning that burns brighter than any star in the night sky. Surely this must be what Valhalla feels like.

You open your mouth to respond – to tell him you’d unquestionably journey to the ends of the universe and beyond with him – but the passion burning in his eyes compels you to kiss him again. You delight in the small whimper he makes when you bite his bottom lip, rolling your hips against him in response. Loki deepens the kiss as you comb your fingers through his dark curls. It’s surprising that he allows you to continue your search for friction as you grind into him, but just as you’re nearing the edge of bliss, he pulls away, stilling your motions with his hands as you whine in protest. 

The glow from the hearth illuminates his dimples as he grins up at you before playfully swatting your ass.

“You know, I don’t believe you ever actually begged,” Loki says, turning his head to leisurely kiss along your inner wrist. “We’re going to have to rectify that.” 

“Is that a threat or a promise, your highness?” 

Truthfully, you aren’t sure which prospect excites you more, but without warning you’re in motion, a small shriek escaping you as the prince lifts you, his hands gripping the back of your thighs. 

Loki pretends to ponder your question as he lays you gently on the sofa, his practiced fingers dipping between your legs. 

“I promise you this, my love: You’ll be begging for release before the night’s end.”

#loki smut #loki x reader #loki laufeyson #loki fanfiction #loki #loki x you #sarahscribbles birthday celebration

[11queensupreme11]

ARSENIC BLUES

this is a masterlist of all things related to my book arsenic blues. in here you will find certain asks, posts, headcanons, drabbles, etc. the sillies & misc: part 1 & 2

THE YANDERE GODS!

❦━━ gojo vs poseidon: who's worse?

❦━━ pjo vs ror powerscaling: 1, 2, 3

❦━━ my shitty attempt at ship names 😔

❦━━ who's the slow burner and who's the fast burner?

❦━━ least to most likely to babytrap

❦━━ poseidon and love: 1 & 2

❦━━ what kind of yanderes are they? (+ loki)

❦━━ marriage proposal issues

❦━━ their kinks 😏 (+ loki)

❦━━ what if percy called out for anthonius during somno sex?

❦━━ would poseidon actually respect or like sally if he knew about her? 🤔 (+other gods' opinion)

❦━━ fatherhood! how many kids would they want & best to worst dads!

❦━━ how would they react if percy started crying?

❦━━ how they would imagine their future with percy 😍

❦━━ misogyny amongst the gods... 🤮: 1, 2, 3

❦━━ them when they get percy back from pjo verse

❦━━ BEELZEBUB IS NOT POSSESSED BY SATAN! STOP SPREADING THE SATAN PROPAGANDA! 😩

❦━━ the gods' hypocrisy 💀: 1 & 2

❦━━ most to least likely to resort to using blackmail

❦━━ what their wedding would look like! 👰🏻‍♀️

❦━━ their reaction to her rejecting godhood: 1 & 2

❦━━ if percy died during childbirth...

❦━━ would they cheat?

❦━━ if anthonius raised their kid: 1, 2

❦━━ a reader's poki guess

❦━━ if their kids wanted to sleep with them

❦━━ if their daughter had the electra complex: 1, 2

❦━━ the yanderes as in-laws: 1, 2

❦━━ peepee sizes 🍆

❦━━ songs

❦━━ anubis 🐶: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11,

❦━━ sick!percy 🤒

❦━━ the akhlys scene

❦━━ what percy would wear during dates (by moonchild-artemisdaughter): poseidon, hades, apollo (part 2), beelzebub

SEAWEED BRAIN!

❦━━ who she would rather stay with

❦━━ percy when she gets her memories back LMAO

❦━━ if percy was a goddess when she got isekai-ed

❦━━ will percy get bullied? 🥺

❦━━ her ethnicity!

❦━━ what her intro would look like during ragnarok

❦━━ percy x qin ideas: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9,

❦━━ how oblivious will she be 💀

❦━━ cheater!percy

❦━━ if percy wanted to be a maiden goddess

❦━━ if percy was a guy 🙍🏻‍♂️

❦━━ a bratty percy scenario hehehe

❦━━ pregnant!percy: 1, 2, 3, 4

❦━━ percy's kids make her cry 😢

❦━━ if percy went numb...

❦━━ how her kids feel about sally!

❦━━ how much the isekai has ruined her life

❦━━ percy's voiceclaim

❦━━ percy's style!

❦━━ dark!pjo!poseidon with percy

❦━━ soul swap/possession au 👹

#👸🏻| arsenic blues #👸🏻| masterlists

[actuallysaiyan]

Kinktober Day 1: Werewolves(No one could save me but you...)

warnings/kinks: werewolves, arranged marriage, unprotected sex, creampies, scratching, slight dub-con, mentions of mates

word count: 2.8k

pairings: Karl Heisenberg x Fem!Lycan!Reader

teaser: “You didn’t ask everyone in this village if they oppose this union,” Karl says loudly from the doorway. Your body trembles as he walks closer to you and Hans.

taglist: @beneathstarryskies @loki-love @witchofcustom @dreadsuitsamus @pyrofanatic @butterflieskeepcominback

a/n: welcome to the first post of Kinktober 2023! I got a little carried away with this one and it's probably the longest one. But I hope you all enjoy!!

You always felt different growing up in this village. It was like you were always meant to be held back. Something always felt wrong about leaving even if you desperately wanted and needed to leave. You knew that one day, you’d be married off to some asshole and have to push out at least five of his bratty kids. The thought alone made you want to run away but you always felt like something was making you stay here.

As the years rolled by, you found yourself more and more intrigued with the way people were so judgemental of the one person in this village that you found absolutely intriguing. Despite hardly ever speaking to the man, you knew you were so curious about him. Often you found yourself thinking about him and joining him in that factory of his. How it might even give you purpose in life to join someone who’s ideals don’t match all the other clones in this place.

Yet you could never drum up the courage to make your way to the factory. It often scared you just to look at it because of how much it meant to you. It intimidated you, and almost mocked you for being such a coward. A new life was only so many steps away and you could actually attain this. Though you never really could do something else and you knew your time was running out. Soon, your twenty-first birthday would be here and your parents had promised to find you a suitor by that point that would be your husband.

As the days go on, you find yourself desperately wanting out of this arranged marriage. The man your parents chose is horrible and you know that if you go on with this wedding, your life will be over. It doesn’t help soothe your nerves that your wedding night is meant to be on the full moon.You can already picture the monstrous sounds of the Lycans outside your window as your marriage will be consummated. It sickens you that you have no say in who you will marry.

Your mother sits you in front of the vanity table, and she begins getting you ready for the wedding ceremony. You know better than to protest what’s happening.

“Such a beautiful young woman you are now,” your mother coos as she brushes some makeup onto your face. “You’ll make a wonderful bride.”

Your stomach is in knots as you begin thinking about all those times you could have snuck out of your home and joined Karl inside his factory. All those nights you could have run off to somewhere new and started a life outside these walls. It’s too late for those fantasies now. You know you’ll have to swallow your pride and marry the man your parents have chosen.

The hours tick by faster than you’d like, and despite the fact that you know you have almost no way of getting out of this, you’re beginning to think of an escape plan. You consider all your options, and your mind goes to the Lycans. Maybe you can figure a way to rile them up so much that they will cancel your wedding. That way you’d have a few more days or at least hours to be able figure something else out.

Once you’re all dressed and ready, your mother escorts you to the carriage waiting for you outside. It’s almost completely dark outside, but there’s a little glimmer of the setting sun on the horizon. You’re ushered into the carriage that will take you further into the village and drop you off at the church. There’s no sight of the Lycans just yet but you know they’ll be present very shortly.

At the church, your husband-to-be is waiting impatiently. He knows he’s getting the better deal than you are when it comes to this marriage. Not only are you a good cook and very beautiful, but you are very adept with your hands and have a brilliant mind. All he can bring to this marriage is a good dowry that has impressed your father. 

There is a slight buzz from the people who are entering the church. You feel your heart sinking as you slowly approach the building. Your father brings you inside, squeezing your arm comfortingly. He knows you don’t necessarily want to marry this man, but he knows it’ll look bad on him if he doesn’t marry you off to someone who is worth your family’s time and wealth.

Once the doors open and you begin walking down the aisle with your father, everyone stops talking. You see the man you’re supposed to marry and your heart sinks even more. He looks way too smug for this to be good for you. You look away, staring out the stained glass windows for some sort of sign. Any sign will do. But the closer you get to the altar, the more you realize there is nothing left for you to do now. You have to accept your fate.

Hans watches carefully as you get closer to him, and he extends out his hands almost as if to snatch you up from your father. You look down at your feet, and you focus your ears on the sounds outside. You’re not sure how you’re going to pull this off, but you know you can do your best to get the attention of the Lycans.

“Finally, you’re here.” Hans says in a snarky voice. “I was beginning to think you’d never show.”

Your father smiles uncomfortably, “We wanted her to look absolutely ravishing for you.”

Hans smirks as he looks you up and down. You shudder at the way he looks at you. It’s like you're some kind of prize to be won.You swallow hard as your father finally hands you off to the man you’re about to marry.

Your eyes watch as your father sits in the front row, then you slowly move to be right in front of Hans. The priest saunters over, a bright smile is on his face. Then he grabs a large, leather bound book from the table. Your heart pounds in your chest when you realize that this is now truly happening.

“We’re gathered here today…” You hear the priest begin but you can’t think straight to keep up with his stupid little sermon.

Your eyes return to the stained glass windows. Outside the moon is now visible and with well-trained ears, you can hear the Lycans howling. You begin to pray and wish for them to hear your pleas. You’ve never prayed so hard in your entire life. Nothing would make you happier than to have them interrupt this wedding.

Hans squeezes your hand in a harsh way, bringing you back down to earth. You hear the priest clear his throat, and he begins reading more of the words from the old book. Then he looks up at the crowd and smiles at everyone. Everyone looks at you and Hans.

“Before I continue, I must ask you all if there’s anyone who opposes this union,”

Those words give you a sliver of hope. Just as he finishes saying them, you hear the loud howl of a Lycan very close by. Everyone looks around the room, their smiling faces make you so uneasy.

“Anyone? Is everyone okay with this union?”

Once more, you feel like there’s a bit of a stall in your marriage, and you wonder if some deity that exists outside this village has heard your pleas. The priest takes a breath before looking down at his book.

“Then let us—”

He’s interrupted by the sound of a loud thump. Followed by another one, and then another one. It’s not long before everyone’s attention has been taken from the priest and is now on the sound of the thumping coming from the door.

With a loud crash, you watch as one of the old wooden doors from the church falls over. You gasp when you see the person responsible for this. Your heart skips a beat as he looks over at you, grinning.

“You didn’t ask everyone in this village if they oppose this union,” Karl says loudly from the doorway. Your body trembles as he walks closer to you and Hans.

The priest rolls his eyes, “Like you really matter in this affair,”

Hans places his hand on your chest and pushes you so that you’re behind him, “Just what is the meaning of this?”

Karl is finally right in front of you and Hans, and he hasn’t wiped that grin off his face. You never truly realized just how intimidating and threatening he was. His large build makes him look even scarier than before, but somehow you know that he is your savior.

“This little sweetheart isn’t meant for you,” Karl explains as he pushes Hans to the side. “She belongs to me.”

There’s a bit of hushed speaking that begins to happen when Karl takes a hold of you. Instead of being rough with you, you feel his gentleness. You’re falling even deeper in love with him if that’s even possible.

The rest of the village remains mostly stunned, not really sure if they should even decide to intervene. Hans looks incredibly angry and your parents are cowering away in their seats.

“You see,” Karl begins, “She never was yours to begin with. She’s always been mine.”

Something about his words hit you so deep inside. You begin to see why you stayed all these years in this village. It was for him. He's been your reason to stay. You know that you always felt different from everyone else, but you never knew you could feel such a connection with someone like this.

Karl begins to pull you away and Hans tries to grab you again. He says that you are his bride but you’re already shaking your head.

“Shut your fucking mouth,” Karl spits at Hans. “Nobody but you even cares if I take her or not.”

And with one look at the crowd of people, you know he’s speaking the truth. Nobody says a word. Nobody gets up to separate you from Karl. Hans tries to say something else, but he stops when Karl shoots him a dirty look.

You take Karl’s hand and he leads you out of the church. Nobody is saying anything. Nobody is doing anything. This is finally happening. You laugh to yourself, so happy that you were somehow able to leave everything behind so easily.

Karl doesn’t say much as he begins to lead you back to his factory. The moon is so bright on the walk home. The Lycans are causing a very big ruckus. The sounds they make as they howl at the moon soothes you all of a sudden. There’s some growling here and there, making you wonder if they are fighting one another to get closer to you and Karl. And you smile when you notice them beginning to circle around you and your beloved. Karl watches them carefully and he pulls you in closer. Then his voice booms as he tells the Lycans to not only calm down but to also leave the area. Without another action, the Lycans begin running off in the opposite direction.

You’re nervous but in the best way possible as you finally approach the factory. The grass is overgrown and it’s not very well-lit from the outside. You want to go inside despite everything you’ve ever heard about this place. Karl makes sure to keep holding your hand as he guides you inside.

This place feels like home even if you’ve never even stepped foot inside. You gasp softly as Karl sweeps you off your feet and carries you over the threshold. Your cheeks burn when you realize just how close you are to him now that he is carrying you bridal style.

“I couldn’t let that opportunity go to waste. You deserved to be carried over the threshold like that,” Karl explains as he lowers you to your feet.

The air between you is electrifying and heavy with a sudden need. Your eyes lock in a sensual gaze as his large hand cups your cheek and his thumb caresses your face. 

There’s no time for explanations as Karl kisses you with hunger and passion. His hands are busy unbuttoning your wedding dress. Your teeth clash and your tongues rub together as he begins backing you into the corner. Without another thought, Karl pins you to the wall and he begins to nip and suck on your neck.

“Have you ever wondered why you felt like you could never leave this place?” He asks you between the sensual kisses.

You nod your head and moan as his tongue rubs against yours. You know he’s got the answers you’ve been looking for.

“Let me tell you why…” he says, leaning in closer so he can whisper in your ear.

Karl explains to you that you’re also part Lycan, just like he is. That’s why when you were trying to get the Lycans attention, it actually worked. It also explains why they’ve never bothered you and how the sounds of their howls have soothed you instead of frighten you. And Karl ends his explanation with a heated kiss.

“You’re mine, sweetheart. You belong to me just as I belong to you.”

The skirt of your wedding dress is pushed up as far as it’ll go. Karl growls in frustration as he can’t quite touch you the way he wants with all the tulle and lace in his way. His large claws shred the beautiful wedding garment to bits.

“There, that’s much better.”

You whine as you feel his teeth and lips kissing your neck and collarbone. You feel like you’re floating on a cloud, shuddering and shaking with all this pleasure. You begin to feel something hard rubbing up against you as Karl keeps you pinned against the wall.

“One last thing I should mention, darling.” Karl growls in your ear. “The real reason why you couldn’t leave this place…it’s because I’m your mate and your mine.”

He holds you up against the wall as he begins undressing himself from the waist down. Your little panties are soon pushed aside and as Karl kisses you with animalistic hunger, his large fingers are spreading your folds to dip two of his fingers into your sopping wet cunt.

“Almost seems like you’ve been anticipating this, sweetheart.”

His words go straight to your core, making you drip even more of that arousing nectar. Karl knows he should take more time with you, but he’s been waiting for much too long. A few more strokes of his fingers and he deems you ready to take his cock.

Your eyes widen when you see the size of him. He’s large and thick, and you can see the red angry head of his cock leaking the pearlescent fluid. Karl smirks as he prods your hole with the tip, making you whine.

You cry out as he impales you onto his cock, and you feel something deep inside of you snap. You begin to rock against him, making him grunt at your sudden movements. He had a feeling you’d react this way given your Lycan nature, but he never knew it would feel this good.

Karl ruts against you, keeping you pinned tightly to the wall. You whine and moan, clawing at his back as the pleasure begins to take complete control over you. Though you have never made love before, something about this animalistic way of fucking has you soaking his shaft. It’s like you were made to take his cock.

“That’s it, pretty little mate. Ride my cock.”

You grunt at those words, your walls are squeezing him tighter and tighter as he fucks you so roughly. Neither of you can stop now, almost like you’re caught in a frenzy. It’s too good to stop. Too euphoric to imagine an end to this mating.

The coil in your stomach tightens impossibly tight, signaling your peak. You know you want it to last even longer, but it’s too good to quit chasing your high. Karl is right behind you, ready to stuff you with his potent seed.

A few more thrusts is all it takes for the both of you to be whimpering and growling at the immense pleasure you’re both feeling. You hadn’t realized until this moment that your claws have grown and are digging into his shirt.

His thrusts are more erratic now that you’re both reaching your peak. You see stars dancing in your vision as you’re falling off the edge to such a violent orgasm. With your walls milking Karl, he can no longer hold on. A loud rumbling of a growl comes from him as he fucks shots of his sticky, potent cum deep inside of you.

When he slowly pulls away after catching his breath, Karl leans in to kiss you softly.

“You’ll never have to be scared anymore, my beloved. I’m always going to keep you safe.”

#bacon.writes #karl heisenberg #karl heisenberg x reader #Karl heisenberg smut #karl Heisenberg x you #resident evil village smut #karl heisenberg x y/n #resident evil village #re village #re village smut #kinktober 2023

[koishiro]

# - 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐍 mdni

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ — 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 : proud of your new tattoo, you go to pay only to realise you don’t have your purse on you. Luckily the artist accepts all forms of payment

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ — 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 : tattooist!Geto x fem!reader

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ — 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 : smut

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ — 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 : oral (male + fem receiving), fingering, penetrative sex, spanking/ass grabbing

masterlist | jjk masterlist | anon masterlist

"𝘖𝘸! 𝘑𝘦𝘦𝘻!"

You winced as the needle continued the relentless journey across your wrist. Squinting your eyes and puckering your lips, you snapped another selfie with your free hand. You squirmed slightly and jumped as you thumbed your phone, trying to caption "No pain no gain xoxo" across your Instagram account. Your pony tail danced side to side as you gritted your teeth from the dull aching pain of the needle. Your long legs encased in skin tight Levi's rubbed the side of the chair as you squeezed your pink glittered cell phone which constantly chimed an annoying cat meow.

"𝘍𝘶𝘤𝘬! 𝘈𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘺𝘦𝘵? 𝘐 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘯!" You squealed in protest. The tattooist gazed at you dully, as he wiped away excess ink with a damp paper towel.

"𝘕𝘰" he replied dryly. Geto, the twenty-five year old who was delivering the cruel artistic torture sat still on his black stool. His leather combat boot pressed down once more on the pedal as you tensed up again. You whimpered softly and managed to take another selfie. This time pushing your lips together and frowning. Geto hoped you didn't notice him shaking his head in disgust.

He had done his fair share of lousy tattoos, but tattooing bratty sorority girls was the worst. "𝘔𝘺 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘢𝘶𝘭𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘱 𝘢𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘶𝘴," he thought. His long thick hair slicked back behind his ears gave him the persona of a 2000’s grunge rocker. Both of his arms were covered in dark colored art, his Black Sabbath t-shirt was ripped at the collar and his jeans were stained with grease. You gazed at him a few times, trying to remember who he looked like, then it finally dawned on you:

"Loki!" You squeaked.

"Huh?" Geto replied wiping your wrist.

"Loki, thats who, from The Avengers! You look just like him!"

"Oh, thanks?" Geto knew who you were talking about, the character from that superhero film on TV. Geto wasn't any sort of villain but he started feeling like one with his gun stabbing multiple needles into your skin for a living.

"𝘖𝘬, 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵. 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨?"

“𝘐𝘵 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘴, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐’𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶” you flirted. He grinned and placed his black gloved hand on your forearm as his other hand shaded the rest of the letters. As annoying and prissy as you were, you were drop dead gorgeous. He wondered if you caught him staring at your cleavage flowing over your tank top, or sneaking a peak of your backside through the doorway when you bent over outside to snuff out your cigarette.

As sexy as you were, you weren’t easy to tattoo, this one should've taken an hour, tops. He scheduled you last so he could get your tattoo of "Peace and Happiness," tattooed along your wrist with a few small flowers and a heart. He'd get you out the door in no time so he could go back to his apartment, flip on the soccer game and catch at least the third period with an ice cold beer.

However, your constant stopping for "pain breaks," four phone calls and two smoke breaks later, the game was long over. His part timer left over an hour ago, making sure to flip the outside sign to "CLOSED".

So the two of you where alone, at least until you started up Instagram. Now the whole universe knew you were getting a tattoo at “𝘚𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘚𝘬𝘪𝘯 𝘣𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘨𝘶𝘺 𝘚𝘶𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘶 𝘹𝘰“ Geto couldn't bring himself to rush through the final stages, he never half assed a tattoo, no matter how eager he was to reach the end. He had enough, your squealing and constant squirming was so bad, he started to think about his current career path and wondered if it was even worth it to follow his artistic dream.

"𝘏𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘭𝘶𝘫𝘢𝘩 𝘸𝘦’𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦” He thought as he put his machine on the tray.

"𝘖𝘬, 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘦𝘵," Geto wiped the last bits of ink and droplets of blood from your wrist. He poured a few streams of green skin cleaner and patted it dry, "𝘛𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬”

"𝘖𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘎𝘰𝘥 𝘎𝘦𝘵𝘰, 𝘪𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘢𝘸𝘦𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦! 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶! 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶!“ you bounced up and down. He caught yet another quick glance of your breasts bobbing up and down along to the rhythm of your ponytail.

"𝘏𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵, 𝘐’𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘤” As he put away his extra small jars of ink, a sigh of a relief escaped his mouth. He stretched his back and cracked his knuckles. "𝘑𝘦𝘦𝘻, 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦,“ he muttered to himself.

"𝘈𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘬𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦? 𝘖𝘩 𝘯𝘰, 𝘯𝘰 𝘯𝘰 𝘯𝘰!“ You said while rummaging through your small black leather purse “𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦!“

Geto shut his eyes and started to imagine what the hell the new issue was. His only thought could be you must have forgotten your money. "𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦, " he thought to himself.

"𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘥! 𝘔𝘺 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦!”

Geto shook his head, "𝘜𝘮, 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 ₩150 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘰𝘰," He said while drying his hands.

"𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸. 𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵, 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘪𝘮"

Five minutes and three different phone calls later, Geto stood motionless in the entrance of his artist area leaning against the wall with his arms folded. He was staring at your frantic form screeching into your phone in the waiting area.

"𝘓𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯, 𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦. 𝘋𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘺 𝘰𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘵?" he said sternly.

"𝘐， 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘢𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵. 𝘊𝘢𝘯 𝘐 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘸 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘢𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶?"

"𝘐’𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘸. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘱’𝘴 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘚𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘴”

"𝘞𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘺 𝘰𝘯 𝘔𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘺?“

Geto sighed, "𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺”

"𝘞𝘦𝘭𝘭, 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯?"

A slight pause filled the air. Geto sighed, he had a few ideas of his own but he was too annoyed to find you remotely attractive at that moment. Even so what you said next quickly made his throat tighten and legs go weak.

"𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘬．．．" you said quietly.

"𝘌𝘹𝘤𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘮𝘦?” he said sharply.

"𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘮𝘦”

He looked away then scratched his chin, "𝘈 𝘰𝘯𝘦－𝘧𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘫𝘰𝘣? 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘴𝘰”

"𝘐’𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘮𝘦. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘥𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵”

Geto studied your body, eyeing your slim stomach and long legs, his cheeks grew warm and he started to turn slightly red. His heart beat fast as he blew out a slow sigh.

"𝘈𝘭𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘰 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦" He walked over to you and placed his hand on the small of your back, sliding his other hand into the front of your jeans, under your panties and stroked the softness between your legs. You dropped your purse onto the floor and wrapped your arms around his shoulders. You were about to move in to kiss him, but gasped loudly as his middle finger slid into you.

"𝘖𝘩 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬" you whispered, biting your lower lip as he inched his finger in deeper. He started to walk backwards towards the old dentist-like chair that was now converted to his one and only tattoo throne, the very same chair you had sat on for the past three hours.

He guided you along with his finger still inside you, moving you towards him while stroking his finger in a "𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦" motion. Your legs trembled as his rough palm grazed your clit all while his tattooed finger pressed and swayed inside you. He leaned back onto the counter and slipped his hand out of your jeans. You took his hand and placed his wet finger into your mouth, sucking off your own sweet juices, giggling as he smiled.

He took off his battered t-shirt as you moved your hands across his chest, then down toward his jeans. You eagerly started to unbutton his pants, reaching in through the top of his boxers. A soft groan escaped his lips as your small warm hand clutched his pulsating shaft, his jeans slid down with his boxers as you dropped to your knees and stared at his large erect cock. You put it in your mouth and started to slowly suck.

His hand draped over your ponytail as he leaned against the counter. He sighed and squeezed his eyes shut as his cock grew thicker in your small mouth. You moaned softly as you tasted his salty pre-come sliding down your tongue. You bobbed your head faster, slurping his pulsating shaft while spit slid down the corners of your mouth. You stroked his hardness with one hand fast as you rest your wet lips against the tip of his soft head. You gazed up at him with your wanting eyes before sliding him down your throat in one quick motion. He moaned loudly, swearing as his thighs tightened. You took it out of your mouth and gasped, stroking him faster as a trail of spit fell from your chin onto your heaving chest.

He stood you up and lifted off your tank top. He buried his face into your cleavage, kissing your soft skin as he unhooked your white lace bra. He sucked your pink nipples as you offered your tits up for him, whimpering as he gently bit each one. He spun you around and pressed your round ass against his cock, unbuttoning your jeans and sliding them slowly off, you slid your shoes off in the process. He grabbed hold of your ass from behind and kissed your shoulders. Walking you over to the chair, he motioned for you to sit.

You fell into the chair, clutching onto the headrest behind you as Geto pressed a button and lowered the back of the chair. "𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘺?" he asked.

"𝘔𝘮𝘮 𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺!" You replied with heavy breaths.

He spread your long legs to each side and slid them over each arm rest. He pulled away your panties to reveal your wet, bare pussy. He pressed his mouth against your pink lips as you let out a cry, running your fingers through his long hair. His warm tongue slid up and down as he squeezed your thighs. He brought your legs together and slid off your damp panties, tossing them across the room.

You now lay naked on the chair as Geto took off his boots and slid his jeans onto the floor. He knelt down against the chair and returned your legs to the arm rests, displaying your glistening wet lips for him to see. He brought his face between your legs and slid his tongue against your softness as he wrapped his rough lips around your clit and sucked.

"𝘖𝘩 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵” you whimpered and buried your hands in his long thick hair. He pressed his face against you as you pivoted your hips up and down, riding his mouth. He stopped sucking and hoisted you upwards by your ass, penetrating you with his tongue. He fucked you with his tongue as you screamed, rubbing your clit with your own fingers.

He moved back to your clit and sucked harder, sliding his warm tongue up and down as he pushed his middle finger inside your drenched pussy. He pressed against your g-spot as he grabbed a hold of your thigh and pushed you harder against his mouth.

"𝘠𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦! 𝘖𝘩 𝘎𝘰𝘥!“ You moaned as your legs tightened and your hips trembled, you came hard into his mouth, moaning and squeezing your eyes shut as you ground your pussy onto his finger and pressed your clit hard against his tongue.

You laid on the chair with your eyes shut, your bare chest bobbing up and down as you breathed hard, your legs melted and your pussy tingled. "𝘖𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘨𝘰𝘥, 𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘮𝘦” you said to Geto, "𝘙𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘸”

He flipped you over onto the chair and positioned you on your knees and placed your hands on the back of the chair. He brought your legs together and massaged your lower back, watching your thighs sway as you gasped and looked over your shoulder, waiting for his next command.

"𝘈𝘳𝘤𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦," he said to you.

You pushed your ass up and arched your lower back as far as you could, "𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴?"

"𝘗𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵," Geto replied. He grabbed a hold of his hard cock and slammed it into your aching pussy. You cried out, tightening your muscles, feeling the thickness of his shaft stretching your soft wetness. He pushed hard, gripping your ass as he fucked you with short steady thrusts.

You could feel his cock go deeper with every thrust. You shrieked into the chair, squeezing your eyes shut. The one thing Geto wanted to hear was your high pitched moan, your voice breaking and whimpering with pure sexual ecstasy. He grabbed you by your pony tail and slightly pulled as he pushed his cock deeper inside of you. You lifted your head off the chair and moaned high pitched cries. "𝘍𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘮𝘦! 𝘖𝘩 𝘨𝘰𝘥 𝘺𝘦𝘴," you squeaked as he continued to thrust his hard cock into you.

You could feel his shaft grow thicker, while his moans grew into roars as you begged him not to stop. He spanked you and gripped your bouncing cheek tightly as his shaft pulsated inside of you. He pulled out and stroked his shaft, rubbing his hard marble tip against your wet lips, teasing you while you bit down on the chair's headrest. He slid in once more, forcefully pressing deeper, thrusting hard as his black hair fell forward onto his face.

He took out his throbbing cock and wiped his long hair over his head. "𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘶𝘱," he said. You stood up with trembling legs as he laid down onto the chair, holding his cock upward. You climbed onto the chair and wrapped your legs around him as you pressed your hands down on his chest. You eased your aching pussy onto his cock and slid down, filling yourself up with his hardness.

You swayed back and forth on top of the tattoo artist, grinding him hard, bringing him deeper inside of you. He clasped your bouncing ass with one hand and cupped your swaying tit with another. "𝘖𝘩 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵" you said, riding him harder.

"𝘊𝘶𝘮 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘬" Geto whispered into your ear. This was all that was needed to send you over the edge. Your lips tightened around his rock hard shaft as you came on top of him, gasping for breath as you squeezed your own tits.

You slid off of him and knelt on the floor in-between his legs, stroking him hard and fast. You stared into his eyes as Geto brought himself up onto his elbows to watch his own throbbing cock which was ready to erupt. You wrapped your soft tits around his shaft and moved them up and down, sliding yourself against him, encouraging him to cum on you. "𝘐’𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘴, 𝘐’𝘮 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵" you gripped his hardness and slid it into your mouth, slurping and sucking fast.

"𝘖𝘩 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬!" Geto groaned softly. You took his cock out of your glistening mouth and stroked it fast, guiding it along your soft tits. Hot cum splashed onto your chest, covering your breasts and neck as you milked his cock with your warm hands.

They both stared at each other breathless. Geto smiled as he pushed his long hair back over his ears. "𝘖𝘬𝘢𝘺," he said, "𝘋𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘬?"

You giggled as you reached for your phone, "𝘚𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘨𝘶𝘺!" You took a picture of Geto, sweat beaded off of his face as he shot up his middle finger in your direction.

"𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯’𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴!" she blurted, "𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺’𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘴! 𝘠𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘸!"

"𝘐𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺’𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦" Geto said as he laid back down onto the chair.

—

— 𝘒𝘰𝘪 𝘹𝘰

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[thomasisaslut]

Loki Laufeyson x F!Reader

Tit-Fucking — KinkTober

Word Count: 1.3k

Includes: Tit-Fucking, Temporary 69 position, Blowjobs, Collars, Rough Sex, Spanking, Aftercare

On Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50520451

On Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/story/353425531-𝐓𝐢𝐭-𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠-𝐊𝐓𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫-𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢-𝐋𝐚𝐮𝐟𝐞𝐲𝐬𝐨𝐧-𝐱-𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

The party in the Avengers tower was lively, flashing lights, magnificent drinks, strong aromas, and of course, your husband. Currently he was eye-fucking you like he has never before.

Of course you knew why.

Your hand was on Tony Stark's pec as he continues to discuss his new plans for renovation on his many Iron-Man suits.

"And that is my design." The brunet smirks, his sentence sounds like something that Will Graham from Hannibal would say—it causes you to chuckle.

"I like the idea, Stark." You flash a smile before sipping on your champagne.

Tony nods in return—in the process his eyes manage to scan up and down your body—Your long, tight, dark emerald dress with golden embroidery shines under the multicolored lights of the party, a matching necklace gifted from your husband hung tightly around your neck, a matching bracelet to match it on your wrist. Overall, the gown highlights your curves and especially your breasts.

"Beautiful outfit, [First Name]." Tony nods at you then lifts his bourbon glass before turning and leaving.

Before you have the chance to follow his actions a large hand meets your hip, gripping it tightly.

"What were you discussing, princess?" Your husband growls.

You instantly turn around, your hands flying to his shoulders before you peck his cheek.

"He was discussing his designs to me, love."

"Oh was he? Then why were you touching him." He groans, his other hand now gripping your hip as well.

"Yes." You cross your arms in a bratty way.

"Don't be bratty." He tugs on the golden necklace before connecting your lips in an aggressive kiss.

"Come on, pet." He moves his free hand to your own before teleporting the two of you to some room in the vast tower.

"Loki?"

Without another word you're pushed to your back on a random bed—you look around and see it's Tony's room.

"We can't be in here!" You argue.

"Shut it." He snaps before ripping your elegant gown into two, throwing the cloth on either side of the bed. He then summons and trails a blade gently up your chest, cutting off your bra before throwing the blade and squeezing your breasts. He groans.

"Do you know what Tony was doing tonight?" His grip tightens. "He was looking at you, at these." Loki kisses your cleavage as he motions to your boobs.

"He was looking at what is mine."

You instinctively wrap your legs around his waist and pull him closer when he stops you.

"No." He grunts out. "You will milk me with your tits, princess." Loki demands.

"But that'll hurt!" You whine.

"So?"

By the look in his eye you don't have the balls to refuse, you nod and flip your positions. Now straddling Loki you slowly lean over him—now in a 69 position. He licks up your folds then smacks your ass as encouragement.

You kiss the tip of his erect cock before licking the top, you allow him to enter your mouth when another smack is sent to your rear.

"I said tits." He demanded.

You slowly nod, you cup the underside of your breasts before using them to stroke his cock—unfortunately the position is not the best. You have to use all of your core strength to keep stable as you attempt to thrust his cock between your boobs.

"I can't do it." You pout and sit up on his torso before sliding off.

Loki glares and flips you two once again, quickly your back is on the bed, your legs dangling over the edge of the bed-frame. His dick lies on your cleavage once again.

"Now try, princess."

You groan and grab your tits again, quickly moving them up and down his cock—you feel it twitch in between them as you thrust your breasts.

"Oh fuck, pet." He moans.

You get motivated by his sounds, you do it harder, faster, squeezing them tighter around his cock as you move up and down.

"Please, princess... faster." Loki's hands find your nipples as you stroke him with your tits.

You moan as he toys with your chest, his talented fingers pinch and squeeze your hardened nubs. You quickly move your boobs up and down his cock, much faster then before. You watch as his tip moves in and out of your cleavage.

"Fuck!" He shouts as he begins to use his hips to help, his pelvis hits the bottom of your breasts as he thrusts himself against you.

"Cum for me, Loki." You smirk up at him.

"Oh pet... don't you dare... forget this is your punishment." He groans. "But goddamnit, I love you." Loki then begins to move faster.

"Do it punish me after! Let me taste you!" You beg and move your boobs against his cock faster.

And in a few moments his cock twitches, his load quickly comes shooting out. His cum covers your tits, your jaw, and some of your face. You look up to see Loki panting, his own jaw slack.

Loki straightens his back, sliding off of your hips then moving beside you on Tony's bed. He smirks at the sight of you before connecting his lips to your cum-covered tits. He laps his own release up, drinking it off your boobs.

You moan.

"Flip over, I know you have energy, pet." He smirks.

You nod and quickly flip yourself, your stomach now on the red, satin sheets. You feel his hands massage your rear before a heavy smack connects to it.

You bite the sheets, not daring to make a noise.

"Come on, princess, take it." He demands.

"Loki! Please! I need your cock again." You beg for his dick in between your tits.

"And what about your cunt?" Loki smirks.

"After, after! Please!" You whine.

Your husband chuckles and nods, he moves his hands from your ass to your hips before flipping you over again. He quickly pulls you down so your back is bent on the edge of the bed, your knees landing on the floor.

"Wait, pet." Loki moves his hands to your nipples once again when you make them feel heavy, you glance down and see two bullet-vibrators taped to your tits by magical bands.

"Hope you enjoy them." He smirks before snapping his fingers—the toys instantly turn on and you moan. Your wetness drips onto Tony's carpet beneath you.

Loki then fists your tits before shoving his cock between them again. Using his previous cum as lube he moves faster, you watch his face in awe.

"Would you like another one, princess?" He motions to the toys, his smirk growing.

"W-Where?" You whimper.

"Your clit, pet."

You nod eagerly, Loki quickly complies and you feel another vibrator on you. The wetness of your cunt only grows from the movement. You were so close to your own release.

Loki then begins to move again, thrusting and pounding in between your breasts before he moves one hand to your own, he forces you to hold your own boobs before his left hand moves to your throat whilst his right moves to your hair.

His cock twitches before his cum shoots onto your face, you chase your own orgasm with a loud moan—it fills the room and you swore if the party music still wasn't blasting you would've been heard.

Loki sighs and then leans down and kisses your forehead, the toys that were once on your body now evaporate into thin air with a snap of his fingers.

"You were so good for me, princess." He lifts you up and holds you against him in a protective hug. "Was I too rough, my love?"

You shake your head no, his spanks were painful but oh... so pleasurable.

"It was nice, you like my tits?" You tease him.

"Yes, obviously, princess." He smirks and kisses you again. "Let us take a bath?"

You nod.

Before he teleports the two of you out of the room his smirk grows.

"I hope Tony doesn't mind the mess."

"Loki!" You flush, but you can't help but to giggle.

That little moment leads the rest of the night to a joyful time, perhaps your husband being jealous was a good thing.

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[havensins]

@ masterlist.

navigation.

━━ fics & whathaveyou.

tony stark.

tony stark & intern!reader

tony stark x jealous!m!reader

steve rogers.

steve rogers pwp

steve’s first time being submissive

steve rogers x poc!reader headcanons

steve rogers x m!reader (enemies? to lovers)

bucky barnes.

soft sub!bucky x dom!reader

sub!bucky x dom!reader

stephen strange.

stephen strange & m!reader headcanons

bratty!stephen strange x dom!reader

thor odinson

sub!thor x m!reader

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peter parker

peter parker x symbiote!m!reader

misc.

bruce wayne x m!reader cafe au

lucifer morningstar x male reader

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tony trying to dom / powerbottom

breeding w/ tony

fingering ftm!tony in public

thigh riding with bratty ftm!tony

exhibitionism and public indecency with tony

pillow princess tony

tony surprising you with lingerie

steve rogers.

fucking steve dumb

free use & steve (mentions of avengers x steve)

sentimental sex with steve

1940s soldier!steve

pre-serum steve with a praise kink

dumbification with pre-serum steve

exhibitionist steve

oral with pre-serum steve, bucky watches

fucking steve’s pecs + feminization

breeding and degrading steve

hair pulling with bratty!steve

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bucky + comfort sex

oral with ftmbucky

overstimulating bucky after a nightmare

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somnophilia & dub-con with bucky

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incubus? reader & stephen strange.

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loki laufeyson.

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loki cumming from having his hair pulled

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thigh riding with ftm bratty loki

sam wilson.

rimming sam wilson

sam wilson + captain kink & praise kink

peter parker.

pushing peter to his limits with overstim

choking peter parker

rimming peter parker

teasing & fingering ftm!peter parker

eating out ftm!peter

peter wanting you to take aggression out on him

exhibitionism? with peter

ftm!peter with a size kink

cockwarming, dumbification, daddy kink, and feminization with peter

jerking peter off where the other avengers can hear

wanda maximoff.

making wanda touch herself as punishment

miguel o’hara.

exhibitionism & breeding with miguel

miguel who goes into subspace when praised

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[ciaoteamo]

Easter Sunday 18+

pairings: loki x gn!reader

summary: barely any plot, just easter sunday antics 🥲

warnings: honestly, this is just some real freaky smut, and if you can’t handle it, you might want to scroll😭 read at your own risk tbh

further warning: sub!konïg, dom!reader, anal penetration, begging, crying, degrading, reader is referred to as mistress, torture, vibrator, overstim, cursing, bondage, oral, edging, biting, paddling.

“goodnight, and again, Happy Easter!” You say to the last of the friends and family leaving your home. You wanted to host a party for friends and family and it was definitely super fun.

It was around 1 am when König decided to start acting bratty. He was pressing his hard-on against your back while you sat and played games with your friends.

Making sour faces at the kids that ran up to you, sharing their excitement for the hunt with you. He even blatantly ignored your request for assistance with decorating eggs with the many children.

He even glared at the children who idolized the uniform he wore as he didn’t have time to change before coming.

In the end, you ended up with your favorite dress ruined by edible paint, and a huge mess on the kitchen floor.

You could say you were upset, but that would be an understatement.

You smile and wave outside of your door at the family pulling out of your long driveway. You close the door and take a deep breath before turning around.

“from this moment on, you’re on all fours.” You say sternly. His arms cross and he stands up straight and tall.

You reach up and snatch him down towards you by the collar of his shirt. He grunts in shock and his eyes widen.

“i will not tell you again, König.” You emphasized his nickname. As to say “some king you are”.

He listens and gets down on his hands and knees, not making a sound.

“i like how quiet you are, only words that should come out are the safe word, and yes/no (y/n). got it?”

“…yes (y/n)” He starts to shift in his position.

“i’m going outside, when i come back, i want you naked.”

“yes (y/n)” He says as you walk away, the clicking of your heels growing faint.

You grab a bag of decorative plastic eggs and take them outside, hiding them as you did before. You hid 10, and one golden egg.

And you made sure it was the hardest to find. You dust your hands off with your new dress and set the basket by your back door.

You leave the door open and walk through the kitchen and back into the living room by the front door.

“good boy, now, you have 10 minutes to find 11 eggs. If you find the golden egg, you’ll get your usual punishment, come back without it, and there will be hell to pay. got it?” You smile down at the man.

“yes ma’am” He drops his head.

“your time starts the moment you step onto the grass.” You watch him crawl outside, waiting to start your alarm.

He grabs his basket and you start the timer. You hum and walk up your grand staircase, heading down the long hall and towards your room.

You enter and put on a slim short, slim fitting dress. You accessorized it with a thigh garter and a matching pair of platform heels.

You plan on using the guest room to tease him so that you wontthave to worry about cleaning sheets until 7 am.

You pack the bedpost restraints, a long, red rope, a few toys, some lube, and a bucket. You haul it all to the guest room and get it set up. lowering the temperature so that it doesn’t get overheated.

You grab the pail and take your time walking in your heels down the stairs, wouldn’t want tonight to end with tragedy.

You fill it with ice cubes and take a peek outside. You couldn’t see the man in the grass. You open the door and look around and it was silent, still with no sight of him.

Your alarm went off, making you almost jump out of your skin. Suddenly there was a few clanking noises and König came out of your shed.

“did you find it?” You lean in the doorway and cross your arms. He shakes his head no. You hum, knowing that the egg wasn’t even out there. “we’ll follow me, bring the eggs.”

As you walk through your kitchen for the 80th time today, you stop and look up at the ‘Kiss the Chef’ paddle that hung over your sink window.

“fetch me that paddle as well, you can stand for that of course, i’ll be in the guest room” You say simply before skipping back up the stairs.

You patiently wait for him, sitting in the center of the bed with your legs crossed. Lazily rolling your ankle in circles.

You hear plastic rattling and see your boyfriend crawling into the room. “very good boy”

You take everything from him and place them by the bed. He patiently waits for your next demand.

“on the bed, all fours” You say, grabbing the eggs and lube.

You tie his hand and feet to keep him in his bent position.

“you weren’t very good today, you know that?”

“yes mistress” He responds with a muffle.

“i’ll let you go off script for this next question…” You cover two fingers in line and slide them into his puckered hole, just to make sure he was loose enough. He flinches at the cold substance.

“why did you behave so poorly… you know only good boys get rewarded..” You work your fingers in and out of him, making him groan.

“i-i don’t know” He answers. You sigh and pick up the paddle, giving him a his cheeks a run for their money. He almost yells out at the pain.

“try again” You command, adding another finger.

“i-ah~… i wanted… wanted you to look at me” He stuttered.

“i did look at you baby boy, you’re quite hard to miss..” You curl your fingers and massage his prostate, making his back arch up.

“not like you look at everyone else…” He admitted, pulling at the restraints.

“oh, i’m sorry, mommy won’t do it again..” You drop the paddle and rub on his back with your hand. a the hairs in the area rose a bit as he shivered under your tender touch.

You pulled your fingers out grabbed a few eggs from the basket. “well, big boys use words… words wouldn’t have got you into this situation..”

You slowly push a pink egg in, watching him suck it in with ease. “unless… this is what you wanted?” You push another in and he winces.

“you just couldn’t wait to be tied up and fucked silly huh? probably thought about it all night” You continue filling him with the eggs, keeping count of how many were inside.

You stop and firmly gripped his balls. “am i right?”

“y-yes! yes mistress” His voice went up an octave.

You let him go and continue your original task. “you’re such a worthless slut… hunting for eggs while naked and being stuffed relentlessly…”

You got to the final egg and forced them to stay using a butt plug.

König’s legs were spread and his arch was excellent. You give him a few more licks with the paddle until words are stuck on his skin in shades of dark purple.

“let’s get you flipped over” You untie him and retie him sitting up, back against the headboard. You grab the newest vibrator of your collection and rest it along the vein of his penis.

“this is specifically for edging. it has a timer set to one minute, and if you cum while it’s still on, you’ll be punished. are were clear?” He nods and you turn the device on, you left it on low, just enough power to not overstimulate him.

His chest rose and fell at an abnormal pace and his eyes were shut tight. This was something g he often did to focus on things.

While looking over his body, you get the itch to touch him. Why wouldn’t you? He’s yours after all.

Your fingers gave a feathery rub that ascended from the arch of his foot to the inside of his thigh.

And oh was he losing it, his skin immediately jumping and groggy moans erupting from his throat.

So basically this was a draft that i’m just gonna post and see if you guys want the rest of it. I have so many things to work on but don’t even know if i should drop lol.

#easter smut #ciaoteamo #x reader #imagine #smut #konïg #konig cod #konig x reader #konig call of duty #sub konig

[ijuststareatstuffhereok89]

KINKY LOKI DRABBLE MASTERLIST

Here is where you'll find all of my requested practice-drabbles. I thought they deserved their own little list. Perhaps if you want the smut without the lengthy chapters, this is the place for you!

**THIS LIST IS FOR 18+ EYES ONLY! MINORS DNI**

🌶️- some spice 🌶️🌶️ - pretty hot 🌶️🌶️🌶️- dirty af, proceed with caution

On Your Knees- degradation, choking, gagging- 🌶️🌶️ The Greatest Gift- virginity kink - 🌶️ Delicious- fingers/hands kink - 🌶️🌶️ X Marks the Spot- bondage - 🌶️🌶️🌶️ A Masterpiece- bondage with rope/shibari - 🌶️🌶️ Come Hither, Little Red- chasing, degradation, Dark!Loki- 🌶️🌶️ Spoils of War- dagger, bondage, breeding, Soft!Dom!Loki - 🌶️🌶️🌶️ God's Burden- size kink, innocence- 🌶️ Use Me- riding, Sub!Loki x Dom!Reader, orgasm denial - 🌶️🌶️🌶️ Sealed with a Smack- bratty sub!Loki, spankophilia- 🌶️

I'm currently accepting ideas/requests for kink drabbles. All are being written for Loki x Reader at this time. Drop me a line if you'd like a little something, or if you'd like to be tagged.

Please visit my MASTERLIST for more!

DISCLAIMER: While I'm open-minded to new territory, I reserve the right to discriminate against any kink I don't feel comfortable writing for. This includes relationships with minors, non-con, beastiality, and incest for starters.

#loki #fanfiction #mcu #mcu loki #loki fanfiction #loki x reader #mcu fanfiction #loki laufeyson #loki/reader #loki smut #loki drabbles

[welikeimagines-andfandoms]

First 10 Kinktober line up

These will come out across October and November coz I’m trash 😅

Day 1: Spencer Reid- Pegging (season 1 sub!spencer x soft dom!reader)

Day 2: Bjorn Ironside- Titfucking (Married couple reader x Bjorn)

Day 3: Loki- Hate Fucking (slight dark dom!loki x bratty sub!reader)

Day 4: Venom- Teratophilia (soft dom!venom x sub!reader)

Day 5: Steve Rogers- Collaring (sub!Steve Rogers x soft dom!reader)

Day 6: Michael- Chastity (bratty sub!Michael x dom!reader)

Day 7: Adam Warlock- Virginity (sub!Adam x soft dom!reader)

Day 8: Jaskier- Master and Slave (sub!Jaskier x dom!reader)

Day 9: Obi Wan Kenobi- Stripping (secret relationship sub!obi wan x dom!reader, playful not serious)

Day 10: Pietro Maximoff- Praise Kink (soft dom!Pietro x sub!reader)

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[harlequin-hangout]

Consequences

Loki Masterlist | Bucky Masterlist

Pairing: Dom!Loki x Sub!Fem!Reader x Dom!Bucky

Warnings: SMUT, MINORS DNI Knife play, Denial, overstimulation, kink, honorifics

Contains: This is just porn. Straight Smut

Word Count: 3.1k

This fic includes Polyamory! I've used some terms that, as a Polyamorous person, are part of my life, but I also didn't learn them until I became Polyamorous. So! Here's a glossary, just so everyone can enjoy the fic without googling. Not all terms may be used, I wrote the glossary before the fic 😅

Throuple/Triad: Relationship involving three people that are all involved with each other

V: Relationship involving three people where one person is dating both of the other people but the second and third partners are not dating each other

Dividers are made by me! Want some for yourself? Send me an ask!

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A/N: This may be expanded on in the future, I haven't completely decided yet. Thank of blame @vbecker10 for this one, however it goes 😅😅

Two weeks. Two fucking weeks. You sigh and look at your phone hoping that maybe you’d missed a text in the three minutes you hadn’t looked at your phone, but you had no such luck. Bucky and Loki had been gone for two weeks – twice as long as was planned – and you hadn’t heard from them in three days. The mission had gone well, much better than expected, actually. It had gone so well that Pepper had immediately scheduled a week-long press tour.  Your boys weren’t exactly the crowd favorites – one of them being an assassin and ex-Hydra operative, the other a god who tried to conquer your planet – but this could change all that. The tip they received had been a trap. If it hadn’t been for Bucky’s intimate knowledge of Hydra protocol and Loki’s magic, Steve Rogers and Tony Stark would be in critical condition, and Peter Parker would be dead. Hydra had been trying to take out as many of SHIELD’s top operatives as possible. Bucky had managed to spot things out of place, and had pulled Stark down out of the way of the explosion. He’d given Steve enough warning to move that the Super Soldier escaped with only some bumps and bruises, those would heal in no time. Peter . . . Peter had been mid-swing. The pillar had crushed his lower half. Thank god for his mutated genetics or he wouldn’t have made it long enough for Loki to get to him. Loki had managed to keep him alive just long enough for the QuinJet to get him to an intensive care hospital. He pulled through, and was due to be discharged from the ICU and sent to recover in the Avengers Tower medical bay next week.

A text from Steve lit up on your phone.

Message from: Steve Rogers

Y/N – Turn on your television, you’ll want to see this. – SteveYou smirked. No matter how many times you tried to bring that man into the twenty-first century, he still texted like an 80 year old man. At least he’d stopped sending letter-length texts in the group chat. Steve was the Avengers’ Golden Boy, but the Steven Rogers you’d come to know was every bit as bratty as you were. Not as submissive, that’s never a word you’d use for him, but bratty? Well, Doms are just brats who get their way. When he was vague like that, you knew he was up to something. You grab your laptop and open one of the national news channels that you knew would be carrying the conference. Tony stood behind the podium giving some kind of statement to the press before fielding questions. What on earth had Stevie Boy wanted you to – There we go. You smirked, he knew your style well. 

The camera changed angles, and you could see your boys sitting in the back. Bucky had his headphones on, and they were both on their phones. Score. You immediately text Steve.

How long until you’re all home?

Y/N – Sometime after 2100, we will finish our last photo session at 2030, then make our way back to the jet. Pepper has already convinced Tony to leave the debrief for tomorrow. – Steve

Mischief spreads across your face. Steve, you sly bastard. Okay, what was 2100 on the twelve hour clock? It’s 2pm now, and that’s 1400, so eight . . . nine. Seven hours should be PLENTY of time to make them wait. You slip into your emerald green lingerie set – the strappy one that hugs your curves just right – and slip on one of Bucky’s casual leather jackets (the formal ones were the ones without knife marks or blood, but you were confident that the dry cleaner had been able to get all the blood out of this one). Planting yourself in front of the full length mirror, you sit on the floor and snap a few photos. Bucky’s jacket falling off of your shoulders, covered in Loki’s colors. Marking yourself as theirs. Smirking, you hit send in the Throuple group chat and watch the laptop screen. If this works, you have something much better in mind.  Three . . . Two . . . One . . .

Message: Read

Bucky smirks, and Loki ever so discreetly raises an eyebrow on your computer screen. Wonderful, they’re paying attention. You grab the vibrator you keep for personal moments. Several settings and fifteen minutes later, you send an audio recording to that same chat with the caption “Headphone Warning 😈” 

You run back to the laptop, and just in time. You see Bucky’s head snap up from his phone, then see him slowly pass the headphones to Loki. The God’s expression darkens, the lust poorly masked on his face. Your phone vibrates, a new message on your screen.

Group Message from: Loki 

We land at nine. By the door. On your knees. No exceptions.

You could feel the butterflies forming in the pit of your stomach. This was definitely going to be a long night.

8:59pm: You kneel next to the door, sitting back on your heels. You’d brought a pillow for under your knees, knowing that you may be here for a while if the QuinJet was delayed.

9:07pm: The tower is silent. You squirm a little and consider getting up, but decide against it. You’d pushed your luck earlier that day, so you better do what you were told.

9:13pm: You hear the roar of the QuinJet engines. Your boys were finally home. 

They took their sweet time getting ready. It was almost 10 before you found yourself kneeling on the floor with Bucky pressed against your back. His vibranium hand clasped your wrists. You could feel him pressing into your back, his muscles moving against your bare skin as his fingers worked their way up your thigh. You could feel his hot breath on your neck as he leaned down to nip at your ear, smirking as you whined. Loki clicked his tongue at the sound.

“Come now, Pet. Your little stunt during the interview has made things rather inconvenient for the Sergeant here.” Loki’s voice absolutely dripped with salacious intent. “Do you really want to make things that much harder on him?” Loki stared down at you, raising an eyebrow as Bucky gently pressed his hips against you. You felt your breath catch in your throat. 

“N-no, My Prince,” you manage through Bucky’s teasing.

“There’s my good little Pet. Now, hold still.”

Loki was going to take his sweet goddamned time and there was nothing you could do about it. Every touch, every bite, hell, every look, was like electricity on your skin. You did your best to hold still, but the lust in Loki’s eyes made you squirm with need. You felt Bucky’s metal hand squeeze your wrists – a reminder to behave.

“C’mon now, Doll.” His voice was barely more than a whisper, breath hot on your ear. “Be good for the God, hmm? You had your fun earlier, now you need to deal with the consequences of your actions. Understand?” You whine as you feel Loki’s slim fingers ghost over your panties. You feel another squeeze on your wrists, this one a little harsher. “I said, do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir!!” You gasp. Bucky groans softly in your ear. The honorific does it for him and you knew it. 

“There’s my sweet girl . . .” He nips at your neck as Loki stands.

“Pet, I’d like to bring out my knife to pay you back for your press conference stunt. Is that something you’re willing to indulge tonight?”

“Yes, My Prince, but can we use the dullest one please?”

“Of course, love. Thank you.” Loki’s expression softens, even if only briefly. “We’ll use the red light system this time, love. I intend to take. My. Time.” an ornate blunted knife appeared in a flash of green. This one was your favorite. You could feel the cool metal on your skin, but there was minimal risk of your skin breaking. “Sergeant, if you would.” Bucky released your wrists and stood, sliding his intimidating form back onto the couch. He watched, his eyes dark with lust, as Loki worked. While Bucky would never bottom, damn did he love watching Loki work. The man was a genius when it came to denial, and he loved the way your body squirmed as you screamed and begged for your release.

You felt a pressure on your legs as an invisible force began to pull at your thighs. You giggle excitedly, knowing exactly what’s coming next. You loved shibari and being suspended, but it did take a lot of time. You felt a pull between your legs – that must be his magical anchor point – as your body is pulled upwards. You find yourself hanging upside down, the bite of invisible rope along your thighs and ass, as you lazily spin, your feet hanging down by your ass.

“Hold still for me, Pet,” Loki purred. You breathe in and out, waiting. The anticipation was always the worst part . . . not knowing when you were going to feel the cool bite of the knife, your Prince’s firm grip on your skin – you moan softly as you feel a sharp line of pressure draw up your thigh. He’s starting slow, warming you up. The blade makes its way over your hip, up you side, and presses in a bit more at your ribs before disappearing. You whine at the loss of contact, then gasp as you feel the knife scrape down your spine, from your tailbone to the base of your neck. The pressure feels heavenly. You let your eyes flutter closed as you begin to bliss out, your surroundings becoming fluid. Floating there, nothing matters besides you and the pressure of that beloved blade.

It could have been minutes or maybe hours before you felt the pull of the rope switch.Your arms fold crossed on your chest as a gentle force moves you into the perfect position. The pull of the rope traced its way around your arms and chest. The invisible anchor point centers itself over your breastbone and wrists. You feel yourself slowly pulled upwards as the rope drops from your hips.

“Can’t leave you upside down for too long, Pet. Besides, I have other plans for you tonight. Look at you, so pretty covered in those little red lines of mine.” You hang at just the right height for Loki’s hand to snake its way around your neck as you lean your head back against his shoulder. Your feet still dangle in the air as the other hand traces the outline of your panties. His long fingers push the fabric aside as they draw a slow, teasing line across your entrance.

“Remember, not until you’re given permission.”

“I promise, My Prince, I’ll be good!”

“Good Girl.” Loki smirked as his fingers entered you, their pace already merciless. He expertly curled his fingers against your favorite spot, while his other hand tightened on the sides of your neck, allowing air to flow to your lungs but giving you a floaty light headed feeling that made the warmth pooling between your legs infinitely more intoxicating. Your whole world narrowed again as you felt the band tightening in your stomach, bringing you closer to that intoxicating edge. Your moans fill the room and you can feel Loki growing harder by the second  when – Hands off. He immediately ceases all contact, and you whine at the sudden feeling of emptiness. Clicking his tongue, the god holds his slick fingers near your mouth, a silent order hanging in the air. You immediately open your mouth, your tongue swirling around his digits. 

“Now, darling, you didn’t think it would be so easy, hmm?” You can hear Bucky’s dark laughter at your frustration somewhere off to the side, but your world is still hazy. Loki repeats his process again and again, you’d lost count of how many times. Squirming, writhing, begging, bargaining, nothing satisfied the God – your God – more than your frustration and suffering.

“Now,” Loki growled in your ear. “Are you ready to be a good little Pet for your God?”

“Yes!! Oh god yes, please,” you begged. Immediately you felt the ropes adjusting themselves again. Your feet hit the floor just long enough for Loki to pull your arms behind your back as another invisible harness forms, this time two anchors settling, one between your shoulder blades, while the other supports your hips but leaves your legs dangling towards the ground, toes barely able to scrape the floor. Your wrists are bound by the same invisible pressure as you’re lifted back into the air, ready to receive your God.

“How bad do you want to feel me, dove?” The thin grip Loki has on his composure was evident by the strain in his voice as he pressed himself against your ass. 

“Please . . . plea–” You gasp as Loki presses into you. Giving you no more than a couple seconds to adjust, his grip is ironclad on your hips as he pounds into you. You moans fill the room as you’re reduced to a puddle, suspended in the air by nothing more than the will of your God. Loki works expertly, hitting your favorite spots over and over, bringing you to the brink of orgasm time and time again, but always you have to wait. You have to hold.

“Please, oh god, My Prince, please, I can’t last . . . I – I’m gonna–” you fight your orgasm, determined to obey your god’s orders. A hand tangles in your hair and pulls, Loki’s voice thick with lust in your ear.

“Cum for me pet, and worship your God.” You release, the building coil in your lower abdomen finally snapping as your orgasm rips over your entire body. Loki’s touch is electric as he eases you down. The last thing you remember is Loki’s heavenly moan before your vision fades.

“ . . .pet. Come back to us, darling, there’s my good girl. The Sergeant hasn’t had his turn yet.”

You open your eyes to see a now caring Loki holding you against his chest. You’re no longer suspended from your magical ropes. Bucky next to him, running his thumb along your cheek.

“Hey doll, how you feeling? Do you need a couple minutes?” You press your cheek into Bucky’s hand. Your heart always flutters when they’re soft with you, especially after a rough scene.

“No, m’good,” you manage. “Do whatever you want to me, Sir.” Bucky leans down and gently kisses your forehead.

“Mischief? Grab her hands for me. I wanna take my sweet time.” Bucky’s smirk was evident in his voice.

Loki chuckled, his voice deepening.

“Anything to help, Sergeant,” he smirked as his hands closed around your wrists. Bucky didn’t waste any time getting started, he had different plans than his godly counterpart. Bucky loved watching Loki work, the man had style. However, now Bucky was feeling a little like showing off. He pulled your ankles, pulling a squeak from your lips as he stretched you out, leaving your head in Loki's lap. He traced his hands slowly up your body, pressing your legs open and laying flat on his front. God, he loved how your legs shook when he nipped and kissed at your thighs. Hearing you gasp at the cold metal of his hand excited him, and he growled as he roughly pulled your panties off of you. He smirked up at you as you began to squirm under him.

“You have standing permission from me, Doll. Laufeyson may have wanted you to wait for your release, but I want to remind you what happens when you decide to play with fire.” Bucky could see Loki’s slender fingers squeeze your wrists, and then he got to work. He licked a slow strip up your slit, paying special attention to that ever-so-sensitive bundle of nerves at the top. He could hear you start to moan, only encouraging him. He pressed two large fingers inside of you, scissoring and curling them to find the sweet spot that he loved so much. You struggle to control your volume, back arching in the air as your head presses against Loki’s thigh. Aaah, there it was. Your hips started to buck already, your first orgasm quickly approaching. He can feel you begin to tighten around his fingers, only making him pump them harder, tormenting your favorite spots with a new devotion. He drapes his metal arm over your hips to hold you still as your first orgasm washes over your body. Taking no time for you to recover, he keeps pushing. At about three orgasms, you had lost your ability to control your volume. Thankfully, Loki took care of that for him, his lips crashing down on yours in an effort to keep the rest of the floor from hearing your extracurriculars. By six orgasms, Bucky could barely contain himself. He backed up just enough to give himself time to pull his hardened cock out of his pants and boxer briefs. You whined through Loki at the loss of contact, then moaned despite him as Bucky slid inside. You fit so nicely around him. So warm and tight, he gave you a couple moments to adjust once he bottomed out, then began to move. Slowly at first, relishing every gasp and moan that escaped your mouth. He reached down, starting to toy with one of your breasts, Loki’s hand quickly finding the other as his pace quickened.

“B-Buck– I mean Sir, pleeassse, so much . . . it’s so much I dunno . . .”

“You’re okay, Sweetheart, just one more for me, okay? Just one more. You’re doing so good, baby girl, just one more. Are you green?”

“Y-yeah, Green. Ahh!” you gasp as he picks up the pace, desperate for his own release as well as yours. As soon as you started tightening around him, it was over. Bucky came, and he came hard. He heard you scream his name, followed by a string of profanities. Breathing hard, he leans down and plants a tender kiss on your lips.

“There’s my good girl, you did so well for me.”

Loki had taken you to the shower to clean up. The bathroom was definitely Loki’s domain, Bucky didn’t know much about care products. Bucky grabbed the takeout he had ordered while Loki had his fun, set up the pillow fort in the living room, and queued up netflix. He heard you and Loki erupt into laughter, and he couldn’t help but smile. How someone like him had found two people that not only made him feel normal but loved – like he belonged, he’d never know. Even if nothing else made sense, he knew one thing. Even if your Triad was an unconventional relationship, he had found his family. Nothing could ever take you two away from him, and if anyone ever tried to use you to get to one of the Avengers, he had a partner in Loki who would help him burn the world to bring you home.

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Don’t Give In

READ ON AO3 | LOKI MASTERLIST

Summary: Tonight, Loki has just one request: Deny him. Pairing: Loki x Female Reader Word Count: 5.8k Content/Warnings: Established Relationship, switch!Loki vibes, Teasing, Bratty Behavior, Fluff, Smut, Biting/Marking, Edging/Orgasm Delay, Face-Sitting, Oral, P-in-V, Second Person POV, No Y/N Rating: Explicit; 18+ (minors DNI)

“Are you awake, dove?” 

Loki settled next to you, the mattress dipping under his weight as a shiver ran down your spine – was it because of the cool touch of his fingers caressing your back or the low, rumbling timbre of his voice? Perhaps both. 

You had been on the cusp of sleep, lingering somewhere between reality and a dreamworld – not quite exhausted from the evening’s grueling mission but tired enough after a celebratory shower with the insatiable god that you’d subsequently crawled into bed while Loki had retired to the corner of the room to finish his debrief report for Rogers. 

Well, that didn’t take long, you thought as the last vestiges of sleep dissipated into darkness, the intoxicating scent of damp earth and mint enveloping your senses as Loki gracefully sidled closer, pressing his body flush against yours. 

Humming in response, you turned to face him, tangling yourself in the crisp cotton sheets and smiling as the mere thought of his intentions sent ripples of tingling warmth through your body. After a few slow blinks, Loki’s features began to sharpen, and you gazed at his sombre face, ethereally lit by the streaks of moonlight creeping in through your bedroom window. 

“Loki, what–” you began, frantically searching his eyes for a clue of what might be troubling him as your heart skipped a beat. And then another. 

“There’s something I need to talk to you about,” Loki said, his words slow and deliberate as his eyes raked across your body. Your mind raced with possibilities: Had he uncovered something in his post-mission assessment? What if he’d intercepted another cryptic message from Heimdall? It couldn’t be– 

“What is it?” You swallowed thickly, panic rising in your chest as Loki stroked your skin with his nimble fingers, deftly grazing your exposed nipple with the calloused pad of his thumb as he took a deep breath. He must have finally noticed the worry etched on your face because he huffed out a low laugh as he ran his fingers soothingly through your hair. 

“Oh, darling,” he murmured, pressing a tender kiss to your temple as one large hand cupped your face, his thumb now tracing along your cheekbone. “It’s nothing serious. I didn’t mean to cause you distress.” 

A wave of relief washed over you, your tensed muscles relaxing into his embrace as your heartbeat slowly returned to a steady rhythm. “Gods above, Loki,” you quipped, playfully nipping at his wrist. “Must you always be so dramatic?” 

“Dramatic? Me? Impossible,” he responded, feigning offense as he rolled on top of you, caging you between his arms. You giggled beneath him as he ran the cool tip of his regal nose along the column of your neck before lightly peppering kisses along your jaw.

Your hands lingered on his chest before finding their way into his mess of soft black curls, still slightly damp from your earlier shower. For a brief moment, you wondered why he hadn’t used his seidr to dry himself as he was wont to do, but then Loki’s mouth was on yours, his tongue languidly swiping at your lips – your curiosity replaced with unadulterated lust. You tugged at his hair, pulling him closer as you deepened the kiss, reveling in the way his eyes went half-lidded even as desire flickered to life in them. 

After a few moments, Loki pulled away, and the yearning in his darkened eyes, combined with the sensation of his hot breath fanning across your face, filled you with the overwhelming urge to give yourself to him. Completely. 

“Loki…” you spoke his name like a sacred incantation.

He was so stunningly beautiful that sometimes you couldn’t believe he was actually real – actually yours – to care for, to worship, to adore. Biting your lip, you ran your hands under the lapels of Loki’s robe, pushing it off his body and lightly scratching your nails down his back as he rid himself of the garment. 

You observed the subtle way his muscles flexed under alabaster skin, highlighted by the moonglow cast across your bed, and how the rise and fall of his chest mimicked your own unsteady breaths. Positively sinful, you thought as your fingertips explored every dip and curve along the wide expanse of his shoulders. 

“Ah,” he tutted when you tried to recapture his lips, withdrawing from your advances and placing his palm firmly against your clavicle. “This–” he paused, trailing his forefinger between the valley of your breasts “–is exactly what I wanted to discuss.”

“Mm. Not in the mood for your games tonight, Loki,” you replied, hands skimming along his toned abs as you opened your hips, inviting him to settle between your thighs. You were already incredibly aroused, and you smirked in satisfaction as your fingertips finally made contact with his semi-erect cock. “Just need you.”

“And what about my needs, love?” he replied, pulling the sheets off your body before snatching your wandering hands and pinning them above your head. “Perhaps it is time for you to be the gamemaster, hmm?”

The hell? A snort escaped you, and the exasperated look on Loki’s face only propelled your fit of laughter. 

“Game- gamemaster?” you chuckled, attempting to squirm out of his grasp. “You’ve been spending too much time around Scott and the rest of those dungeon nerds.” 

Loki’s eyes narrowed, his grip on your wrists tightening as he leaned over you, raven hair falling in a curtain around your face. 

“You’re missing the point, silly little bird,” he rasped, sensually rolling his hips and causing your giggles to turn into gasps.

Your breath caught in the back of your throat as you stared up at Loki wide-eyed. His brows were drawn together in concentration, his lower lip pulled between his teeth as he teased you with each carefully calculated thrust. You choked out a sob as the head of his cock rubbed against your swollen clit, sending a flood of warmth through your writhing body and igniting every nerve ending like a thousand fireworks bursting in the night sky. 

Loki clenched his jaw, the muscle underneath his chiseled cheekbone twitching in that tell-tale way, letting you know he was fighting back the primal urge to fuck you senseless. 

“Ah. J- just tell me what you want, Loki,” you stammered, bucking your hips and chasing the sweet friction as your frazzled mind reeled with salacious possibility.

Gasping, you dug your nails into your palms as Loki continued slowly grinding his hips into yours, sending jolt after jolt of adrenaline through you. The need to be consumed by him was overwhelming, and if you just angled your hips a bit more…

“I want all of you,” he confessed breathlessly as his body moved in fervent rhythm against yours. 

Fuck. That silver tongue never did fail him. 

“But not yet.” Loki hummed, a satisfied smile creeping onto his face as he lifted off your body, finally releasing your wrists. You whined at the sudden loss of contact, but Loki’s hands never wavered as he cupped your face in his palms, your mouths melding together as he voraciously kissed you.

You were panting now, and the sight of him hovering above you, flushed and aroused, took all your willpower not to throw him onto his back and ride him until you were both begging for release.

“Loki, please. I need you,” you said softly, your unhindered hands descending the planes of his back until your fingers found solace in the firm swell of his ass. 

“Temptress,” he chuckled, deftly tracing along your collarbone to your shoulders and down along the curve of your breast. 

“You give yourself to me so freely.” Loki’s words were muffled as he nuzzled your neck, undoubtedly feeling your erratic pulse pounding against his cheek. “Every part of you.” 

It wasn’t a question, and yet you felt compelled to answer.

“I- I do,” you stammered, tucking a stray curl behind his ear and watching with a mixture of apprehension and wonder as he slowly rolled off you. 

Where exactly was he going with this? Propping yourself up on your elbow, you marveled at the confounding god beside you. His brow was creased, the expression on his face equal parts adoring and ravenous. You gulped, sensing a shift in the air. 

“And deny me nothing, correct?” 

You nodded slowly, your mouth suddenly dry. The playful banter was gone, replaced by a raw intensity that made your skin tingle, your cunt clenching with need.   

“Yes, I mean… I would never deny you anything, Loki,” you whispered, your gaze locking onto his as anticipation coiled in your belly like a serpent, ready to strike. His eyes were wide with earnest longing, conveying a vulnerability he only dared share with you. 

“But that is my request, love. I want you to.”

“To deny you?” you asked, unable to hide the uncertainty in your voice.

He nodded, lips quirking into that damned mischievous grin as he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“Yes. Tease me, make me beg for you.” Each syllable was deliberately enunciated, fervency pouring from his lips like honey from the comb. His hands traveled down your body, his fingers dancing across the curves of your hips. “I am yours to command. My body, my heart, my mind.”

Your heart rate skyrocketed at his words, and you hesitated momentarily. You rarely took control in the bedroom, but Loki’s request made your inner goddess roar to life as you realized you possessed a piece of him that no one else ever had. Slowly, you trailed your fingertips along his torso, stopping just above his midriff. You leaned in close, your lips almost touching his.

“Are you sure?” Your voice was reverent, barely more than a breath. Loki responded with a low growl that rumbled through his chest, spreading warmth through your core like molten lava, each searing ember threatening to consume every inch of you.

“I’m positive, pet,” he said, his green eyes smoldering as he gripped your hips and pulled you closer to him. “I want to be at your mercy,” he continued, his voice low, pleading.

His words lit a fire within you, your own arousal building with each passing moment. Your fingers dipped lower, teasing the sensitive skin just below his navel, delighting in the way his eyelashes fanned across his cheekbones as he sharply inhaled. 

“At my mercy, hmm?” you purred, fisting your other hand in his hair and tugging roughly, your shift into dominance making him gasp as you placed wet, hot kisses along Loki’s collarbone.

“Norns, yes,” he moaned as you released his hair and slid your hand down his chest, feeling the rippling muscles quiver beneath your touch. You hummed, tracing the lines of his abs and marveling at the perfection of his body, before wrapping your fingers loosely around his thick cock. Loki’s eyes closed and a whimper fell from his lips as you teasingly stroked him, sliding his foreskin back with a gentle tug and running your thumb over the slit of his cock, gathering his pre-cum on your fingertips.

“Fu- f-faen,” he hissed as you tightened your grip, increasing the pressure with each pass. He pushed against you, frantic for more, his hips thrusting in time with each stroke of your hand, his breaths coming in shallow gasps. 

“That’s it, my love,” you cooed quietly in his ear, relishing the heady sensation of having such absolute power over him. You watched in quiet fascination as Loki’s body responded to your every touch, his mouth opening in a silent cry, his hands gripping sheets. Suddenly, Loki tensed, his eyes fluttering open as he stared at you, his face twisted in a mix of gratification and agony.

“Wait… wait,” he pleaded, his voice strained as he grabbed your wrist, making you immediately pause your movements. You gently removed your fingers from around Loki’s throbbing cock as he let out an unsteady breath. A single tear ran down his cheek, and your stomach lurched as anxiety coursed through your body, your mind racing. 

Had you fucked this up somehow?

His grip on your wrist loosened, his hands falling heavily at his sides, his eyes gentle and understanding as he looked at you.

“You didn’t do anything wrong,” he said as if reading your mind. Relief flooded you as you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding, running your hand over his chest and feeling his heartbeat thud beneath your palm. He tilted his chin up, the veins in his neck bulging beneath smooth skin. 

“But this– fuck, darling– this doesn’t work if you give in to me so easily,” he rasped, gently bucking his hips in the air while casting you a fervid glance. You could see the hunger in his eyes, feel the tension radiating off his body. It was as if the air was vibrating with electric energy, the pure erotic tension building with each passing moment.

A tingle shot up your spine as you realized how much he needed this — this denial. 

“Oh, love,” you said softly as you straddled his waist. “You want to take things slow?”    

“Y-yes,” he whispered roughly, his hands clenching into fists as you ran a finger down his stomach, the taut muscles flexing under your touch.

“As you wish, my prince.”

Your hands roamed over every inch of Loki’s body spread wantonly beneath you, his cool skin shivering beneath the heat of your touch. Your fingers mapped the sculpted lines of every muscle and tendon – along his tensing biceps, across his smooth chest, and down the hard plane of his abdomen. A deep ache pulsed in your core as your hardened nipples grazed against his own as you leaned over him, a soft moan escaping him as he trembled in response. 

Smirking, you nibbled and sucked along his neck, delighting in how easily his pale skin flushed and bruised. It took every ounce of self-control not to shift your hips back and mount him as you continued your tantalizing torture. Your cunt throbbed as he whimpered beneath you, the thought of riding him into oblivion causing slick arousal to pool between your thighs as your ass rocked against his cock. 

“I adore how– how easily I can persuade you, my stubborn little thing,” he managed to choke out between strangled sobs of ecstasy.

“I would do anything for you, Loki,” you said, staring down at the god beneath you. His eyes were glazed over, pupils blown wide with unabated lust. God, he was gorgeous like this: raven curls fanning across the pillow, chin tilted towards the heavens, the muscles of his strong jaw straining, nostrils flaring as his chiseled chest heaved with each ragged breath.

The raw need pulsing through him was palpable. You leaned down, lips brushing against his jawline. “So teach me. Tell me what to do.” 

You nipped at his earlobe but pulled away as the familiar flash of his seidr filled the space between you, leaving a pair of cuffs in its wake. You looked at him wide-eyed, your heart hammering in your chest. 

“Restrain me,” Loki commanded, the sudden majestic gravitas in his voice shocking you. 

“I don’t–” you began, furrowing your brow as your fingers caressed the leather bindings. A sly grin spread across his face as he observed your hesitation, and his wicked tongue darted out to wet his lips as he reveled in the way you squirmed under his gaze. You would do anything for this man, this god. And he knew it.  

He’s enjoying this, you thought. All of it. 

“Come on, don’t get shy now, pet,” he purred, his voice dripping with charm. “You know you want to.”

You rolled your eyes, but the corners of your mouth curled up in amusement. “You’re insufferable, you know that, right?” you sighed, your fingers still tracing the intricate patterns embossed on the cuffs. He chuckled in response, his deep laughter rumbling through his chest and making his entire body vibrate with amusement. It was one of your favorite sounds, filled with a melodic mischievousness that always made your heart race.

As you crawled off of him, your eyes lingered on his flushed cock resting against his stomach. You let go of the restraints, the leather slipping from your hands as you trailed them down his body instead. Loki watched you with rapt attention, his eyes burning with a fiery fervor that only made you more determined to tease him. 

Two could certainly play this game. 

You leaned in closer, fingertips hovering just above his cock before settling on his hip bones instead. 

“You’re aching to be touched, aren’t you?” you drawled, a sly smirk playing at the corners of your lips as you watched his cock twitch at your words.

“Darling,” he growled, a hint of warning in his voice as he bucked up in search of your hand. You merely chuckled, your fingers moving lower until they skimmed over the base of his cock. Loki shuddered at the contact, his knuckles turning white as he fisted the sheets in blissful agony.

“And so sensitive,” you teased, wrapping your fingers around his hot, pulsing cock, eliciting a loud cry from his lips. You savored the way his body arched and trembled beneath your touch. He was desperate, moaning like a whore as you taunted him with slow, gentle strokes. 

“I am yours to command. My body, my heart, my mind.”

Loki’s words echoed in your mind, and you knew that you shouldn’t give in just yet. That, whatever his reason for asking you for this tonight, he needed you to make it last just a bit longer. 

You pulled away, leaving a frustrated Loki in your wake. His chest heaved, his expression settling somewhere between anguish and amazement.

“You’re a tease,” he hissed through clenched teeth, a thin sheen of sweat forming on his brow.

“And you asked for it,” you reminded him, a smug smile tugging at the corners of your mouth as you leaned in and pressed your lips against his. Loki snarled in response, pulling your bottom lip between his teeth as his hands gripped your ass, tugging you back on top of him. 

“Ah, ah,” you remarked, grabbing his wrists and pulling them away from your body. “We need to do something about those wandering hands of yours, love.”

It didn’t take long to get Loki into position, but even when restrained, he remained unwaveringly regal. But really, what else did you expect?  

He elegantly leaned back against the pillows, his arms stretched out, the sinewy muscles of his forearms rippling as you cuffed him to the bed posts. 

“Is that tight enough?” you asked, fingers deftly threading the straps around his left wrist. 

Loki arched a brow, the corner of his mouth curling into a flirtatious smirk as he watched you settle between his open thighs.

“Perfect,” he remarked, his eyes locked onto yours, his tendons flexing against the soft leather restraints as he tested the bindings. “Now, tell me. What’s next–”

He groaned as you licked a stripe along the underside of his cock, your tongue exploring each ridge and vein with agonizing precision before you wrapped your lips around the tip, lazily bobbing your head up and down. Loki tasted of musky sweetness, a sacred ambiance you had only ever encountered in the pages of stories filling your senses. 

You heard the headboard creak, your eyes snapping open to witness Loki, his chest flushed pink and head tossed back, the sharp edge of his jaw accentuated in the dim light from the bedside lamp as the guttural noises from his throat echoed around your room in a shameless symphony. 

His hips rose eagerly to meet your every movement as you lost yourself in the moment. Your tongue rapturously worked its magic as saliva dripped from the corners of your mouth and his sounds of pleasure intensified, a wild urgency taking over as your ministrations continued.

Just as his entire body began to judder, you released him with a wet pop, the rhythmic vibrations of your phone rattling across the nightstand commanding your attention. 

“I should probably take that,” you said breathlessly, wiping the back of your hand across your mouth. 

“Now, hang on just a minute,” Loki pleaded, the muscles in his arms and chest coiling tightly as he pulled against his restraints, a desperate attempt to hold onto the moment before it was taken away. It only made you want to deny him more.

“Pepper! How’s Mabilu?” you chirped, ignoring the utter disbelief on Loki’s face as you sat on the edge of the bed. 

“Oh, no. You’re not interrupting anything. What’s up?” you said as you reached behind you, fingers gliding up Loki’s inner thigh. Your warm hand found his cock, and you unhurriedly stroked him for a few seconds before standing and stepping away from the bed. Hesitantly, you glanced back at Loki, hearing him exhale. Surprise flickered over his features, but in a blink it was gone as a frustrated scowl darkened his perfect face.

“Mm. Remind me, who’s going to be at this one?” you asked, settling into one of the wingback chairs in the corner of your room, half-listening to Pepper drone on about the upcoming fundraising gala as Loki shifted on the bed behind you. 

You peered over your shoulder. He was watching you, eyes dark and hooded, and you could see the desire burning hot in them. Leaning back, you trailed your fingernails across the armrest of the chair as you studied the intricate carvings on Loki’s wardrobe — trying to focus on anything but the sound of him testing the restraints, grunting as he pulled hard enough to make the headboard rattle against the wall. 

“Uh-huh. Yeah, sounds like a good time,” you muttered, your voice betraying your lack of interest in the conversation. 

Every few minutes, you’d hear Loki release an exaggerated sigh as Pepper’s voice spilled from the speaker, her words losing all meaning. You could feel his eyes boring into you from across the room, the rustle of him continually straining against the binds giving your accelerating heartbeat little reprieve.

It’s just another one of his tricks, you reminded yourself. Just part of the game. Because you knew that, if he wanted to, he could break free and be on you in less than two seconds. Claiming you against his ancient armoire, making you come on his cock over and—

Enough.  

As tempted as you were to surrender and fuck him until you were both screaming to the heavens in synchronous rapture, you wouldn’t give in. Not yet, at least. 

Because right now, he was completely at your mercy.

You squirmed in the chair, clenching your thighs together in a futile attempt to lessen your own insatiable need. Finally, after what felt like an eternity — but in reality, you noted as you glanced at the clock on your nightstand, was only fifteen minutes — you said your goodbyes. 

As soon as you ended the call, Loki’s voice rumbled through the darkened bedroom.

“That wasn’t very nice, pet.”

God, you were in for it later. But right now? Right now you craved the slow burn, relishing the newfound sense of control coursing through your veins that threatened to consume you. 

“You’ve been so good for me, Loki,” you said, padding across the hardwood floor. “But I would choose my next words wisely if I were you.” 

Whatever cheeky retort he had planned died on his tongue, his mouth snapping shut. Loki’s breath hitched in anticipation as you closed the distance between you with purpose, feeling a thrill at the fervid need radiating off him as he looked at you with wild eyes. 

You carefully climbed onto the bed, straddling one of his firm thighs and planting your palms flat against his chest. His muscles tensed beneath your cautious touch, his breath coming in shallow pants. Loki was completely helpless under your spell, every muscle straining with effort as he fought against the same impulse as you.

His leg jerked beneath you as you lazily drew circles around his navel with your forefinger, and when you dragged your nails through the path of fine, dark hair trailing down to his cock, he let out a ragged whimper. 

You explored every inch of his exposed skin with your mouth, smiling against his cool, pebbled flesh as you traced a slow path up his inner thigh with your warm tongue, teasing him with the promise of what was to come. His breath caught in his throat as you nipped at his sensitive flesh, your fingertips sinking into his hips as you marked his flawless skin with love bites. 

“Darling, please,” Loki begged as you flicked your tongue over his balls, your breath ghosting over where he wanted to be touched most. 

You glanced up at the god, his brows knitting together, mouth hanging agape as that wicked tongue darted out to wet his lips. You finally moved to reward him for his patience, laving attention upon the sensitive head of his aching cock. His body arched off the bed, pleading with you to give him what he craved as you explored every ridge and crevice with your tongue. 

Loki cried out, his body shuddering as his cock hit the back of your throat, your tongue worshipping every inch of his salty-sweet skin with a delicate respect that made him tremble beneath you. Time seemed to stand still, his breath coming in shallow gasps as his hips continuously rocked into your face. The obscene noises tumbling from his lips had your cunt clenching around nothing, and your hand intuitively found its way between your legs. You slowly rolled your clit between your fingers, rocking against Loki’s thigh as you chased your own pleasure. Hollowing your cheeks and flattening your tongue, you quickened your movements, licking and sucking as you drove both of you nearer and nearer to the edge.

“Oh my fuck,” you groaned, pulling your hand away from your cunt as your thighs began to shake under your own touch. You couldn’t come now, not like this.

“F-faen,” Loki rasped, arching his back. “I need to taste you. Let me taste you.”

“Do you think you deserve it?” you asked, gathering your slick essence on your fingertips and pressing them to Loki’s lips before he could respond — allowing him only the briefest taste before pulling your hand away. The strangled whimper that tumbled from his throat pushed every rational thought from your mind, and only a swirl of power and lust remained. 

“Please,” he begged, his voice hoarse with need as he licked the glistening remnants of your arousal from his lips. “I want- I need to make you come.” 

How could you deny him that? You succumbed to his eager plea, moving from his thigh to straddle his face, carefully lowering your dripping cunt onto Loki’s face. A deep moan rumbled from his throat as you braced your hands on the headboard. His skilled tongue lapped at all the sensitive places you so desperately wanted him to touch, the lewd sound sending a shock wave through your entire body.

You looked down at him, drinking in the sight of his flushed face. His eyes were closed in lustful bliss as his lips instinctively wrapped around your pulsing clit.

“Yes- yes, you feel so f-fucking good, Loki,” you praised as you frantically jerked your hips, fingernails digging into the soft pine board. Loki’s tongue felt like fire against your heated skin, pushing you closer and closer to the edge. You sobbed as the tapered bridge of his nose rubbed against your clit, the sound making his eyes fly open, locking with yours. He wanted to watch you come undone. 

Loki hummed in satisfaction before sucking your clit one final time, his entire body trembling beneath you as stars exploded behind your eyelids. He expertly pulled the last bit of pleasure from your body, an intense orgasm ripping through you as you screamed his name. Loki kissed along your thigh as you came down from your high until you rolled off of him with a shaky breath. You curled into his side, your head nestling under his outstretched arm. 

“I love you.” His voice seemed to come from far away, muffled by the sound of your own heartbeat pounding in your ears.

You lifted your head, nudging his cheek with your nose as you returned the sentiment. 

“And I love you, my king.” 

You and Loki weren’t shy when it came to openly using terms of endearment around the rest of the team, ‘darlings’ and ‘my loves’ falling easily from your lips while in mixed company. But this — this was a phrase so sacred that it was reserved for his ears only. 

“My goddess. My queen.” His voice was rough — raw, even — and sent shivers across your skin. The sincere emotion in his words reignited something within you, setting your body aflame. You gracefully mounted him, groaning in sensuous unison as his cock finally made contact with your overstimulated cunt, his hard length dragging along your wet slit. 

You lowered yourself onto him slowly feeling each vein and ridge of his throbbing cock as he breached your tight cunt inch by godly inch. Your mouth formed a perfect ‘o’ as you glanced down at Loki beneath you, his eyes glazed over as he watched his cock fill you to the hilt. 

The sound he made was positively sinful, and he chanted your name as you rolled your hips against his, your body adjusting to his size — the sensation of feeling so full turning you into a whimpering mess. 

Loki’s restraints melted away in a spark of glowing seidr, his hands grasping your hips, blunt nails digging into your flesh as he guided your movements. He lunged forward, unbound, digging his heels into the bed and making you yelp as your chest made contact with his.

He looked absolutely feral as you clenched tightly around him, feeling the tension from the hour of denial evaporating from his body.

You wanted him to destroy you. 

“F- fuck, Loki!” you shouted as he pulled one of your peaked nipples between his teeth, biting it ever so gently. The stimulation was too much, and you leaned back, but the new position had the blunt tip of Loki’s cock gliding against your g-spot with each gentle thrust. You clenched around him as you cried out again, a rush of electricity erupting through your bloodstream. 

Loki threw his head back against the pillow, forcing out a string of old Norse curses through gritted teeth. 

“Enough!” he grunted, flipping you onto your back, thrusting himself deeper inside of you until his hips were flush with yours. It was too much. You screamed out, gripping his shoulders tightly as he rhythmically fucked you, your body convulsing beneath him. 

Loki sucked at the tender flesh of your neck as he swirled his hips, the drag of his pelvis tugging at your clit, sending shockwaves through your entire being. You whimpered, growing dizzy as his cock swelled inside you, every ridge dragging against your walls as he filled you, no longer sure where one of you ended and the other began.

You heard him say your name, his voice barely audible against your skin as he languidly rocked into you, drawing out your pleasure as he approached his own climax. The sheer intensity of the moment began to overwhelm you as he increased his pace, and you felt yourself spiraling ever closer to the edge. Digging your fingernails into his back, you said his name with a strangled gasp – an unholy prayer to any god who would listen — as Loki’s moans reverberated across the room, growing louder until the final howling crescendo tore the heavens down around you. He shuddered in ecstasy, and the force of his orgasm wracked both your bodies. The sensation coursed through you like a live wire, setting every nerve ending ablaze. Euphoria swirled in waves around you, intensifying with each passing second, your very soul igniting with roiling flames as Loki’s fingers dug into the flesh of your hips.

Tears pricked the corners of your eyes as you came even harder than before, your walls spasming around his cock as he spent himself inside you, your cunt milking every last drop of his hot come. Your rapturous moans melded with Loki’s before your world dissolved into nothingness, aftershocks coursing through your body. 

“Loki,” you said softly, your orgasm fading as he rode through his high with shallow thrusts. The heady scent of sex filled the room as the sweat from your bodies mingled into little rivulets across your flesh. Loki’s large hands grazed your body, reverence radiating from him in a way you’d never experienced before. He pressed his forehead to yours, his breath cool against your burning skin as he whispered words of praise and peppered feather-light kisses up your neck and along your jaw.

“Are you alright?” Loki murmured after a few minutes of tranquil silence, slowly pulling out and rolling onto his side. 

“Mm, amazing,” you replied, softly kissing him before untangling yourself from the sheets. “Just going to clean up a bit.”

As you rose from the bed, the god tried to grab hold of your hand and pull you back, scrunching his nose as you shuffled out of his grasp.

“Loki!” you giggled, scooping his robe from the floor — the Asgardian silk gliding across your skin in a gentle caress, the rich aroma of sandalwood and fresh mint coating every sinew of your body in warm familiarity. A smile pulled at your lips, and you found yourself momentarily entranced by a sense of ancient veneration as you wrapped it tightly around you. Loki’s eyes ignited as he admired you in his garb, the corners of his mouth curling into a smirk. 

“What?” he replied innocently as he settled back against the pillows, folding his hands behind his head. “That was unbelievable, my love. You can’t fault me for wanting more.”

“Impressed, darling? I did have a fantastic instructor,” you replied coyly as you made your way to the en suite. Pausing in the doorway, you glanced over your shoulder at him. He looked positively fucked-out: curls plastered to his forehead, chest heaving with each ragged breath, long legs tangled in the sheets. And yet, that infuriatingly mischievous glint in his eye remained. 

Damn him. 

“Although I think I might need another lesson or two.” 

“Oh. Is that so?” Loki’s gravelly voice enveloped you, his hands back around your waist within seconds. Your heartbeat quickened as you turned in his embrace, knowing that if you dared speak your next words, sleep would not come for you tonight. 

“Because if that,” you teased, running your fingers through his smattering of chest hair still damp with sweat, “is what happens after I deny you for an hour, I can’t imagine what days would be like.” 

Loki licked his lips, darkened eyes examining you with a sense of wonder as you stepped back, letting the robe fall from your body and onto the tiled floor before you closed the bathroom door in his face.

Author’s note: Leaving this one a little open-ended in case I’m inspired to write a part two. And shout-out to @sarahscribbles + @currish-rosewolfe for all the inspiration! 😈

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Appropriate - Chapter 3

"Broken Things"

Summary: Loki x Female reader; Loki is banished to Midgard and he has to live an average life as penance...and you, a social worker, is there to help him along the way. Rom Com vibes. Pinning; emotional edging until we can't take it anymore.

Chapter Summary: You provide necessary comfort to Loki...and you teach him how to use a cell phone. More of a reader perspective than Loki this time around.

Words. 4k (this story is coming easyyyyy). Other chapters on my tag list.

Warnings: Mentions of injuries, Sad Loki, but otherwise no warnings.

Song to listen to while reading: Iris & Jasper

AN: I don't offer taglists anymore. Remember to reblog if you like a writer's work! Comments make my heart go pitter patter.

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            If one thing was true and absolute about you, is that you loved your job and you took it seriously. You had been a social worker for quite a while, almost ten years in total, with most of it in mental health and most recently at the local hospital. Your growing expertise working with enhanced individuals, specifically children, gave you some notoriety that filled your chest with pride. Each child you saw typically had some form of trauma as one usually does when they are enhanced in some way. Living an enhanced life wasn’t easy, especially as a child, and majority of their parents….well, they didn’t know what to do with their own children. Many didn’t have parents or were struggling with the damage they caused due to their uncontrolled abilities. So, they came to you to be connected to the right resources – either Shield or Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters. It was your life’s purpose, and you wouldn’t let anything get in the way of that.

            Even if that meant working for the Avengers as part of your job. Funding was low for your program, and of course the United States government wanted a slice of the ‘enhanced children program’, but thankfully Tony Stark stepped in. Something about not wanting a repeat of the Sokovia Accords. In exchange for fully funding your program, you would work part time with the Avengers, providing life skills for the ‘Popsicles and Aliens’ and overall care and resource management for the hero squad. Your work with the Avengers was a direct link to your funding source and that meant certain professional parameters as dictated by Tony himself. None of his requests were outlandish and they fit your professional standard anyways, such as no fraternizing with your clients.

            So, when you found yourself outside of Loki’s apartment to take him clothes shopping, you struggled to not let his sleepy, disheveled appearance warm your heart too much. Frankly, he was adorable, but you would never let anyone know that. Especially, not him.

            “Are you ready to go shopping, Loki?” You asked with a bright smile, adjusting the bag you had slung over your shoulder. Shopping days were your favorite. Getting paid to go shop and spend someone else’s’ money? What a dream! And Tony’s budget, or lack thereof, when it comes to the Avenger’s made it especially fun. From what you saw of Loki’s apartment and his clothing situation, he would need every penny.

            He smiled down at you, and you tried to ignore how butterflies fluttered in your stomach, “I am ready for you, Darling.” The sultry purr of his voice was a cute contrast to how he just frantically fixed his crazy curls in front of you. Was the flirtation a mask he wore? To hide his insecurities? You were beginning to think so.

            “Well, unfortunately Loki, you will have to get changed. You can’t wear your leathers out while we are shopping since we have to keep a low profile. I think there was some clothes for you in your closet?”

            Loki’s eyes went wide, “You mean those atrocious rags?! No, I am not wearing those.” He crossed his arms across his broad chest, and it reminded you of a bratty, stubborn child. A grin spread across your face.

            “Okay! No problem. We don’t have to go shopping today. I can contact Thor about getting some things from Asgard for you, but I think it will take a couple of weeks due to his mission schedule. Have a nice day, Loki!” You turned on your heel and promptly left….slowly counting in your mind…3….2…1

            “No-now, hang on a minute!” Loki was running after you, just as you expected. You turned to him and flashed him a smile, “I will wear your tragic Midgardian garments if that means I can leave.”

            “Wonderful! I will wait outside for you.”

            Loki disappeared for a while, his groaning and whining being loud enough to hear from the ajar apartment door your stood by. You covered your mouth to stifle your giggles. He truly was like a giant brat, but it tickled a part of you that you thought you had lost to the great cause of ‘professionalism’. But you had to quickly school your expression when Loki re-emerged from his apartment. The best way you could describe his outfit was simply….tragic.

            The once refined prince who only adorned himself in the finest of fabrics was wearing baggy, black sweatpants. They tapered in at his calves since they were way too short for his long legs. The draw strings were tied tight around his waist, because somehow the pants were simultaneously too short and too big. The fabric bunched around his pelvis and thighs. It gave his once very round, peachy bottom a look that screamed ‘geriatric diaper’.  The top certainly wasn’t any better.

            His upper body was covered with a sweatshirt. It, too, was black, and the front showcased three wolves in various stages of running and howling. Behind them was a glowing, full moon that served as the perfect background for the fantasy garment. Loki looked miserable, fidgeting with the garments until finally decided on rolling up the long sleeves of his sweatshirt to expose muscular forearms.

            “I look ridiculous.” Loki grumbled and you gave him a sympathetic pat on his bicep. The muscles felt good under your fingers, and you could have sworn that you felt him flex. Then, you noticed that he had taken the time to fix up his hair too and you had to suppress your frown. You enjoyed his wild curls.

            “You look great, Loki. Let’s get going, okay?” Just as you began to walk towards the elevator, again having a Norse God in tow, you saw the marks on his wrist in your peripheral. You halted and without even thinking, you grabbed his hands in yours and inspected the spherical burns that laid just below his bangles.  

            “Loki! What happened?” You felt him try to pull his hands away from you, but you held on tight. Even with the dampeners, he was much stronger than you, and so he could easily pull completely away from you should he want to. But something about your reassuring and caring grip was enough for him to relent to your touch.

            “There was a...problem with the tiny oven and I received a shock from these wonderful accessories.” Loki’s eyes were looking everywhere, but at you and he looked…embarrassed? It broke your heart to see him like this. No matter what he did to the damn appliance, it didn’t warrant a punishment not even fit for an animal. It was inhumane! Only through the slight steeling of your eyes did you show any displeasure.

            You flipped his hands, so his palms faced the ceiling. The soft pads of your thumbs rubbed the tense flesh of his hands. His skin felt cold, and there was a slight tremble to his body, but you didn’t acknowledge it out loud. Instead, you tried to soothe him with comforting strokes.

            “Are you in pain? Would you like to go to the Med Bay?” Overall, the wound did not look very concerning, but the red and angry welts that contrasted against his pale skin was enough to provoke the question. You tore your eyes away from his injury, and up at him to find him already looking intently at you. The crystal blues of his eyes that were sleepy just a few moments ago, now looked glassy and filled with unspoken emotion.

            “No,” His voice came out shaky, and it made your heart clench, “It has healed quite a lot since yesterd-“

            You cut him off immediately, “You had this since yesterday?! Did anyone come to check on you?” The tone of your voice unintentionally became harsher the more you thought of how he had to sit with this pain for almost twenty-four hours. It made Loki flinch, and you instantly regretted it.

            “I am not mad at you, Loki,” You clarified, still stroking his hands that still laid in yours, “I just want to know what happened.”

            Loki let out a shuddered exhale, before going into all the details of yesterday. The soup can. The microwave. Falling asleep and the explosion. The Shield Agents and how the bangles shocked him. How Tony and Thor knew, and did offer to bring him to the Med Bay, but he declined. Tears were welling more visibly in the dark princes’ eyes, and each little sniffle from the towering god told you how hard he was willing them to keep from falling. By the end of his tale, he was looking at his shoes, a pair of old sneakers that had seen better days.

            “Look at me, Loki,” you gently ordered, and he instantly complied. The sorrowful look on his face broke your heart, “If anything like this happens again, I want you to call me. It doesn’t matter the time of day or what is going on. I want you to call me. Immediately.”

            Each of your words were spoken fervently and punctuated with gentle squeezes of his hands, hoping to convey your sadness and conviction to help.

            “I would love to, Darling,” A watery chuckle bubbled from his chest, “but I do not have one of those….” His eyes turned to the ceiling, as if the words he was searching for were up there, “Um, one of those small communication devices, you mortals have.”

            “A cell phone?” You clarified, and he smiled down at you. The sight was so welcoming, you found yourself mirroring his happy expression back to him.  

            Loki bit his lip, and his calloused thumbs began caressing your soft skin in return, “Yes, one of those.”

            Feeling him reciprocate your tender caresses set off alarm bells in your head. This felt like crossing a line from a professional soothing her client to something much more…intimate. You retracted your hands from his, and you saw the frown that appeared on his already somber face. It made you feel a twinge of guilt, but you had to stay focused.

            “If you are okay with still going shopping, I would like to take a small detour to my office. I have a cell phone there I could give you.”

            He nodded his head and followed behind you, again making your way towards the elevator and entering together. You pressed the button of floor forty-three and stepped back as the elevator quietly whirred and began its decent from Loki’s higher floor. While you were just getting to know Loki, you could tell that he was being uncharacteristically quiet. He held his hands behind his back, his chest puffed out, but his head down and his eyes focused on the floor. The god who once commanded a city to kneel, looked like a kicked dog.

            “You know, you can visit me in my office if you ever need anything. I am only here part time, and if I am here, I tend to be working with one of the Avengers….” You sighed, “I guess that isn’t too often, is it?”

            The corner of his lip twitched upward, just a bit and you took it as a massive win, “No, I suppose not, but I appreciate the invitation nonetheless.”

            The elevator dinged and Loki motioned for you to step off first. You took a sharp right off the elevator and you, and the god found yourselves in a hallway lined with offices. Loki took notice of the various plaques and titles ranging from public relations to quality control, until finally you reached your office, room twenty-one. You twisted around the bag that was still slung over your shoulder and started to dig through it, looking for your keys. Having a heart of gold and caring for others came easy for you, but staying organized? That skill clearly missed you. You started to dig more aggressively, instantly regretting how you decided to through your whole life in this bag. With each clang of various items in your bag, you silently swore to yourself that you will change. That you will take time when you get home to properly organize our life. You knew you wouldn’t, but it was a sweet promise to yourself either way.

            You got so frustrated that you crouched down on the floor and unceremoniously dumped the contents of the bag on the carpet that lined the hallway. Of course, it was at that moment that one of your co-workers passed by your embarrassing display. The shrill sound of Alice from Public Relations gave her away without you having to even look. Honestly, you couldn’t stand that woman.

            “Lost your keys again, eh, Y/N?”

            You groaned, “It appears so.” You tried to ignore the fact that Loki was hovering above you, hands in his sweatpants pockets and looking everywhere than down at you. The lack of his audience was appreciated.

            “Are you still bringing in your incredible cheesecake tomorrow, Y/N?”

            You rolled your eyes, “Not if I can’t find my keys, Alice.” The professional exterior waning and giving way to obvious annoyance. Something about this woman just grinds your gears and you were finding that you didn’t care if Loki saw it.

            Suddenly, your keys appeared in front of your face. You turned your head to see that Loki was now crouching next to you and had easily plucked out the keys from your dumped chaos and presented them to you. His face held no judgement, if anything it reflected a tenderness that made your heart pound in your chest.

            “Thank you,” You whispered. He just nodded at you as you scooped everything back into your bag, lying to yourself that you will deal with the task of organizing it later. Both of you stood and with a jingle of keys, you opened your office and stepped inside. You didn’t bother saying goodbye to Alice before you closed your door behind you.

            You made quick work of looking around your office for the cell phones you keep for clients for situations such as this. While you looked around your office that looked quite like the state of your bag, Loki took the liberty to look around. There were two very generous south facing windows and the whole line of glass was covered with various plants of sizes and types. So, much so that your coworkers always joked about the ‘jungle’ you kept in your office. But you didn’t mind it, they brought you peace and you liked watching them grow. The centerpiece was your prized pothos, a plant that you had for almost a decade and its vines and leaves touched the floor. Awards and framed recognitions graced one of your other walls, a proud display of your hard work and dedication to your field. In between your awards, was artwork from local artists. Some abstract paintings you bought at a street fair, a photograph you purchased on vacation, and wall sculptures that made you think of nature were a few of the unique pieces of your collection.

            “I am sorry about the tiny oven, Y/N.” Loki said, breaking the silence that had come between you two as you quested for the cell phone. You paused your search and turned to him, who was intently looking at one of your framed degrees.

            “What do you mean?”

            He turned to you, a ‘kicked dog’ expression once again on his face, “It was destroyed due to my foolish actions, after you were so kind to educate me. I sincerely apolo-”.

            As quick as your short legs could take you, you crossed your office and stopped in front of him, essentially cutting him off.

            “Listen, Loki. Do not apologize to me. Mistakes happy and I understand that.” You found yourself reaching for his hand again but decided against it. The hand felt twitchy by your said, “But that is just a thing, Loki. Things can be replaced. You are more important than a thing and I am just glad that you are safe, okay?”

            He nodded, letting his somber expression to fade away and give way to a comfortable quiet again. For a while, all you heard were the rustling of papers as you continued looking for the cellphone.

            “So…you are quite successful, love plants,” Loki chuckled, breaking the silence. His finger gently toyed with a leaf of a spider plant that sat elegantly in its ‘grow dammit’ pot, “Really love plants and you have an eye for art.”

            He turned to you with a quirky, surprised expression, “And apparently, you’re an amazing baker.”

            You whipped around with a wide grin, the prize cell phone finally in your grip, “Don’t tell anyone, but that woman doesn’t deserve my cheesecake. I plan on conveniently forgetting.”

            He laughed again and you noticed that the tension and sadness that consumed him for the better part of the morning had started to dissipate, “Your secret is safe with me, Darling.”

            Ripping open the box, you pulled out an old flip phone. The Avengers always had a stash of burner phones for missions, and thankfully you were able to get a bit of that stash to help some of your clients who were lacking. Unfortunately, Tony made it very clear that Loki was not to get any kind of smartphone despite your pleas. It made your job a whole lot easier if your client could learn how to do their own research. The goal was independence, and Tony was hindering that and it frustrated you to no end.

            Loki’s eyes were locked on you as you powered the phone up. You pressed a few buttons and then extended your arm, holding the phone up and flashing a bright smile. The god didn’t say a word as he watched your every move, but the confusion was evident on his face. You inspected the photo you took of yourself on his new phone and hummed, deeming it acceptable and handing it to the god.

            “This is your phone. Your phone number is here,” You pointed to the nine-digit number that was labeled on the back of the phone, “This is how you can call me. You press the green button to initiate the call.” You demonstrated for him and a small, pixelated photo of yourself appeared on the tiny screen along with your name. A tender smile graced Loki’s lips at the sight of your happy face. Behind you, a Fleetwood Mac melody echoed in your bag from your work cellphone.

            “That’s you calling me. I will be sure to add your number, so I know it’s you calling.” You went through a few more basic things including how to take a photo, and his camera roll that had you as its first picture.

            “Shouldn’t I grace your communication device with an image of myself as well? If that is customary for Midgardians?”

            This was an unexpected quandary. There was a clear, professional line you did not like to cross, but you also did not see the hurt of having Loki’s face on your work cell phone. You turned and dug again into your bag. Finding your cell phone went a lot easier than finding your keys. Since it was a smart phone, it was a bit more complicated and so you set it up the camera and told him what button to push.

            His large hands took the device from yours, fingers brushing in the exchange. Loki modeled your behavior from earlier and held out the camera in front of him, before furrowing his brows and deciding that a placement in front of your hanging spider plant was the better option. A bright, award-winning smile stretched across his face, and you couldn’t help but smile, too, at his joy. He pressed the button and took the photo.

            His picture was still on your screen when he handed the phone back to you. Now that it was back in your hands, you were able to take a better look at it. With the angle that Loki took the photo, it looked like the spider plant spread out from his head like a crown of fresh greenery. The contrast of green against his black tresses making you grin.The image of the wolves howling to the full moon on his chest, just slightly out of frame, but enough of a reminder that it was there.

            It was perfect. But the sight of Loki’s joy stirred something inside of you.

            “If you don’t mind, Loki, I must make a quick phone call and then we can head to the store. Would you mind waiting outside? It will just be a few moments.”

            Loki frowned but nodded at your request and let himself out of your office, closing the door behind him.

            As soon as the door latched behind your client, you angrily pushed on the screen of your phone and pulled up a number from your contact list. You worried your lip between your teeth and your foot started to tap anxiously on the floor as the anger that you suppressed started to bubble back up.

            “What’s up, Y/N?” Tony’s voice rang through your phone. He sounded preoccupied, but you didn’t care. You were about to unleash hell.

            Before you even started, your eyes flitted to your closed office door, acutely aware that Loki was likely standing on the other side of it. You whisper screamed, “How can you put a shocking mechanism in Loki’s dampeners?!”

            You could practically hear the eyeroll on the other side of the line, “We need to make sure he doesn’t do anything while he is here. Don’t forget that he tried to take over New-“

            “He was mind controlled!” You snapped; the volume of your voice a bit louder than you had intended. You looked back at the door, half expecting it to be opened by Loki since you clearly talking about him. The door remained closed, and you went back to scolding your semi-boss with an aggressive whisper.

            “He was mind controlled and you know it! Even so, this is no way to treat a person, no matter what he has done. I am pretty sure you are committing a slew of human right’s violations – AH, and don’t get into how he isn’t human. I don’t care. It isn’t right!”

            Tony tried to interject, but you refused, your words flying out of your mouth without fully processing them, “I fully expect that feature to be removed from those damn bracelets immediately.”

            The billionaire’s laugh rang in your ear, “And what if I don’t?”

            “Then I will quit.” At this point, you had begun to pace your office, your emotions grabbing the steering wheel of the phone call and fully taking over. You were always very protective of your clients, but something about Loki brought out a new feral beast ready to rip out throats. Damn the costs!

            There was a beat of silence, before Tony continued. Every word he spoke was slow, as if he was choosing his words carefully, “So, you will risk losing funding for your Enhanced Children’s program for a war criminal? That’s what you’re going with?”

            “No! It is you who is risking the world knowing that Stark Industries, and by proxy The Avengers, is committing human rights violations and is pulling funding for a vital children’s program to prevent that information from being leaked out,” You rushed out in one breath, “What about the children, Tony? Tsk, Angelia Jolie would disapprove.”

            Tony groaned, and you smirked. You got him. “If I do this, then you will be responsible for him, you understand? You will vouch for him?”

            “I will vouch for him.”

            “Fine. This must go through a few other levels first, but I will do all that I can to make it happen.” His tone was sincere, and you knew his blunt personality wouldn’t care enough to spare your feelings and lie. It was enough, for now. You thanked Tony and hung up the phone. The thumping of your heart was still echoing in your ears, finally processing the risk you took just now.  You gave yourself a much-needed moment to collect your thoughts and emotions and found yourself staring again at the back of your office door. Now, you were responsible for Loki. Was that the right choice? Would he let you down? You smiled. No, he wouldn’t.

After a long exhale and grabbing your bag, you opened your office door to see Loki jump away, looking like the cat caught with the canary. For a moment you debated if you wanted to ask him how much her heard, before ultimately deciding against it. Instead, you smiled at him, and he beamed right back at you, like he was positively delighted to be standing outside your office with his wolf sweatshirt.

            “Are you ready to go, Loki?”

            “Lead the way, Darling.”

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[actuallysaiyan]

Kinktober Day 20: Dirty Talk(Lollipop)

warnings/kinks: smut, fellatio, threesome, sharing a partner, brat kink, dirty talk pairings: Hashirama Senju x Fem!Reader x Madara Uchiha word count: 1.1k tag list: @beneathstarryskies, @ricflairdrip20, @witchofcustom, @loki-love, @xailem, @the-eternal-sunflower

It’s been like this all day. You’ve been nothing but a brat with both Hashirama and Madara all day, and it was driving the both of them crazy. You’re such a cute little thing, and you definitely mouth out more than you should. You were lucky that Hashirama has better patience than most, but Madara was losing his shit with you. You were just riling them both up, and he was starting to hate the way that it was making his cock so hard.

“You really think you’re in charge here?” he snarls at you.

You cross your arms over your chest, “Oh? And I suppose you think it’s you?”

This makes Hashirama lose his cool. He slams both fists on his desk and both you and Madara look over at him. This was a man now irritated beyond his limit. You had to say you were a little more frightened than you thought you’d have to be.  Hashirama was rarely this pissed off, and it made you feel so aroused. You want to apologize for all the brattiness but you also want to see where this goes.

“I am in charge here. It’s my word that is law,” Hashirama finally speaks up. You quiver at the powerful sound of his voice.

Madara chuckles, “Ease up, Hashirama. No need to go full Hokage on us.”

Hashirama frowns, “Listen to me, both of you.”

Your eyes snap to his, and you see the lust so deep within them. He’s had enough teasing for one day, and he’ll make you both behave. It doesn’t matter what he says, he will have his way with the both of you. He pushes his chair back as he finally gets up from his position at the head of the desk.

“She’s been a brat all fucking day,” his words are having such an effect on you. “I need to shut her up with my cock,”

Madara smirks, he thinks he likes where this is going. “Shut her up? Now you’re thinking.”

You pout softly. Of course, you won’t be getting any pleasure just yet. But with the way things are going, you know you aren’t going to regret being so mouthy all day. Finally, you were getting the attention you so desperately craved. You needed it so badly, and being a brat is a for sure way of getting both of them to give you what you need.

“Get on your knees, little slut.” Madara commands first, and Hashirama agrees with him.

You do exactly as you’re told, and you can feel your panties getting wetter. Madara is the first to walk up to you, and he’s loving the way you’ve become so submissive in just an instant. Hashirama coaxes him to continue, and you watch as the Hokage palms himself through his pants. Madara grips you by the back of the neck and he pulls you closer to his crotch.

“You’ll open your mouth for one reason, and one reason only.” Madara warns you as he begins undoing his pants. “You’ll suck my cock, good and proper. Like the good little cumslut you are. If you suck our cocks well, we might take turns making you cum.”

You scoff slightly, “I get nothing guaranteed.”

“Listen to me, you whore, you’ll do as I say or I’ll leave you here. You’ll be so desperate, you might even beg Hashirama’s brother for sex.”

Your eyes widen and you choke back a sob. Madara could be such a mean guy sometimes, but you know he really loves you. It’s been this way for a long time, and while he only is this way with you during the times you’re bratty, his coldness doesn’t bother you too much anymore.

He cups your jaw and pulls you closer. The tip of his cock is slapped against your tongue. He moans as you begin sucking on the head without guidance, and he tugs on your hair a little to pull you in even closer. Eventually, his cock is completely down your throat and you’re struggling to breathe. Madara is so thick, it’s hard to take him like this.

“Fuck,” Madara moans. “Your little mouth is perfect.”

He begins thrusting slowly, letting curses and groans fall from his lips. In the corner of your eye, you can see that Hashirama has his cock pulled out now too and he’s jerking himself off. It’s so incredibly arousing to be used like some kind of whore.

“She really makes it hard not to blow my load,” Madara whines. His balls feel so heavy already.

Hashirama grunts, “Give me a turn then. It’ll make you hold off.”

Madara pulls out of your mouth, giving you just a little bit of time to breathe before Hashirama takes his place. You think that he is going to be gentle with you, but you couldn’t be any more wrong. Hashirama was so sick of you being a brat all day, and he is going to make you pay for pushing all his buttons.

“Are you going to listen to your Hokage next time, little slut?” He slaps your lips with the tip of his cock.

You nod eagerly, “I promise. I’ll listen.”

Madara chuckles darkly. He thinks it’s so funny how submissive you get for Hashirama. Even more so than for himself. Madara loves the bratty girl act, so you tend to keep it up a bit more than with Hashirama. Hashirama has this way about him that just screams authority.

Hashirama’s head falls back in pleasure as he begins fucking your little mouth, “Oh fuck! Such a wet little mouth on our little slut.”

“She’s so perfect for us.”

Drool dribbles from your lips down Hashirama’s long shaft, and then onto his heavy balls. It’s becoming so hard to hang on when you feel so warm and wet inside your pretty little mouth. All he can think of is coating you in his seed and just making a mess out of you.

“I’m going to paint your pretty face with my seed, and you’ll just have to walk around like that all day. You won’t be able to wipe it off,” Hashirama moans, and he feels himself trembling as he gets so much closer.

Madara teases, “She’d love that too much, Hashi. She is our little cumslut after all.”

But Hashirama doesn’t care. He wants to cum so badly. He feels so pent up from all the brattiness today. He pulls out just as he falls off the edge and he strokes himself to completion. Strings of hot cum paint up your face, and he doesn’t stop until he is completely spent.

“Now you look the part of our little whore.”

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[holylulusworld]

The hammer (2)

Title: The hammer (2)

Summary: Thor is not the alpha you would never accept in your life. He’s also not the kind of alpha settling down. What happens when your worlds collide...

Prompt filled for @ultimatechrisbingo​: House arrest

Prompt filled for @anyfandomangstbingo​: House Arrest

Rating: Mature

Pairing: Alpha(Biker)!Thor Odinson x Omega!Reader

Characters: Loki Laufeyson, Bucky Barnes

Warnings: angst, a/b/o, language, pack dynamics, Thor is still a douche, a/b/o dynamics, angry omega, they still hate each other, idiots in love, a tiny hint of fluff

Words: 1,3 k

<< Part 1

The hammer masterlist

Divider by @firefly-graphics​

“Omega!“ Thor chases after you, growling your name. You try to ignore his alpha behavior and get to Loki’s room. No such luck.

“Hey! Let me go!” you kick and scream as Thor gets hold of you. He throws you over his broad shoulder, snarling as you try to get away from him. “Let me go! HELP! I dare you to bring me back to your room! I’ll scream.”

“No one will come to your aid,” the alpha mutters under his breath as he carries you back toward his room. “You are lucky that I saved your ungrateful ass. I should’ve left you there, for Rumlow to do whatever he wants to you.”

“You’re an awful man, a crude one. I hate you so much,” you cry and scream. “Why are you all like this? Every single alpha is just the worst. Fucking cavemen!”

“Can you shut up for a moment,” he waltzes back inside his room, kicking the door shut with his boot. “You are so annoying. Omegas should be soft, and sweet,” he throws you onto his bed, huffing as you squeak in surprise, “obedient and…”

“…and what? Roll over and take your knot,” you hiss as Thor steps closer to the bed. He gives you an angry huff as you go on hands and knees to wiggle your ass. “There, you got what you wanted.”

“Frustrating little…troublemaker,” he huffs as you kneel on his bed to glare up at the angry alpha. His chest heaves up and down, his nostrils flare and the vein at his neck threatens to pop out any time. “You’re not worth it.”

“Says the rude alpha kidnapping me!” you retort. “If you want to get rid of me, let me go home. I’ll be out of your hair and you can turn your attention back toward all those obedient and meek omegas you love so much.”

“I wish I could,” he clenches and unclenches his fists, ready to just grab you and bend you to his will. Thor is not used to an omega not throwing herself at him. “I chose a side. Now I got to take care of your bratty ass.”

“Watch your tongue, alpha,” you point your finger at Thor. “I will not let you talk like that to me. Worse enough I let Fandral in my life. That worthless scum offering me to you.”

“You’re still not over him?”

“Like hell,” this time you growl. “He’s not worth it. How can he offer me to you? I’m not some piece of meat he can just share with his pack,” fighting the tears you turn away from Thor. 

“Our founders…I mean our grand-fathers used to share their omegas,” Thor clears his throat as you hide your face in his pillow. You’ll rather die than admit that you find his scent calming. “Fandral was new, and Bucky being Bucky, he told him stories about the past and the rules. Fandral got it all wrong and did what he did.”

“I thought he’s a nice guy. Well, I learned my lesson. I should’ve never let any alpha in. They are all the same. Rude. Loud. Aggressive. Possessive and violently,” you sniffle. “Just like that guy at the store.”

“Rumlow.”

“You asked why I had to mess with him,” you turn back around to look at Thor. “It’s the only way to make sure they get the message. If you just roll over and submit to them, you are lost. One of them will force their mark on you and do whatever they want to you.”

“Not all of us force a mark on your neck,” he hisses before turning to leave his room. “I’m going to fix the mess you made and you are going to stay here.”

“What? No! I got to go to work and check on my car. My plants need water and I…”

He twirls back around, growling and snarling at you. You slump into yourself and curl into a ball.

“You are under house arrest until I tell you that you can leave my room. No leaving this room. No talking back. No messing with Rumlow and his gang. You did enough damage.”

“I-“ you whimper as he kicks the bed with his boot. “I HATE YOU! CRUDE ASSHOLE!”

“What your tongue or I’ll bend you over that bed and slap your ass raw,” he growls. His eyes narrow and you know, it’s time to back off for now. Admitting your defeat, you crawl under the covers to hide from Thor. “That’s better. Good girl.

He slams the door shut behind him, making you flinch. It takes all your willpower to not give him a piece of mind, but you know it’s a lost cause. It’s suicidal to fight an alpha like Thor.

Especially after he saved your life…

“She’s so-urgh. If she wasn’t a woman, I’d like to punch her face,” Thor downs another drink, slamming the glass onto the table. “Did you find anything on Rumlow yet?”

“Brother, can you not treat Y/N like an enemy or worse, like some bitch? She’s kind and nice. You’ve got no clue what you are missing out,” Loki sneers as his brother pours himself another drink. “Stop drinking. She will not like it.”

“Why should I care?”

“You want her, don’t you? She’s all you ever dreamed of,” the blonde alpha huffs as his brother continues. “I saw the way you looked at her when you first saw Y/N. Jealous doesn’t suit you, brother. You were close to ripping Fandral apart when he wrapped his arm around her shoulders.”

“You must’ve imagined things. I’m not into that little omega,” Thor grumbles while his pack watches him with amusement. ”She’s annoying and loud. I hate it.”

“You’re a bad liar, Thor. Why did you save her if you don’t want to get your knot inside her?” Bucky snickers. “Just admit you want to get your dick wet.” The brunette must dodge an attack as Thor throws his glass at him.

“I told you,” Thor gets up from his chair to throw it against the wall too, “I’m not into that little omega. She’s annoying as hell. Little one believes she can get on my nerves and get away with it.”

“Aw, we are on pet names basis already,” Loki coos as his brother jerks his head toward him. “You should know, she needs someone being kind to her, not a rude alpha throwing things at people. Y/N is soft and vulnerable. Don’t hurt her, Thor. I know she looks tough, but she really is a hurt soul.”

“Don’t lecture me, Loki. You are omega and got no clue about alphas and omegas…”

Thor silently enters his room. He’s still angry and pumped up at Loki’s comment but needs sleep. 

“You better didn’t steal my blanket,” the alpha grumbles as he kicks his shoes off. He steps toward his bed, growling as you snuggled into his pillow and stole his blanket to wrap it around your body. “Unbelievable.”

He stares down at you, running one hand down his face. “I hate you so much, little one,” Thor unzips his pants, takes off his shirt, and throws his socks across the room, huffing as you mumble in your sleep. “First thing in the morning, I’ll kick you out.”

Thor lies next to you, rolling onto his back to stare at the ceiling. He grunts as you wiggle in your sleep. “Can you not let me have a rest, little one? It’s too late to get on my nerves.”

“Alpha,” you move closer to Thor and wrap your arms around his waistline, whining low as you catch his scent. 

“Little one,” he watches you inch closer to him to rest your head on his chest. “You’re as annoying as a wart on my dick.” Thor wraps one arm around your body to hold you closer to his warm chest. “Annoying…frustrating...loud…and…cute…”

>> Part 3

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[tarithenurse]

Testing the limits

Fandom: MCU Pairing/starring: Loki Laufeyson x fem!reader, both Avengers Content: Longish intro but then smut, Jotun Loki, a tiny bit of brattiness, bondage, cussing, probably a lot more reasons for why this is 18+. A/N: Way too late with this one (wanted to post it in mid-January but the muses did not approve). Kindly beta’ed by TanteFrutsel-CreativeNurse.

Testing the limits

He really truly was made of ice like his kin. You’d seen him once in his Jotun form on the battle field and you knew, you wanted him even more. But Loki never paid attention to you, staying aloof and detached. Cold. Ice cold.

Or so you thought until one day you had been laughing with an agent from another team after a mission: as soon as you turned your back to the guy, Loki was before you with a scowl on his face as he growling demanded to know who that was. Perplexed, you’d explained and the god moved on in a huff, leaving you behind confused. It wasn’t until you were lying in bed, a hand between your thighs, that you realized the truth. Stealing the climax from yourself, you sat up in bed with a tiny “oh” gasped into the darkness at the understanding that Loki, Loki Laufeyson of Asgard, liked you.

Lying back down, fingers moving with renewed vigour at the scenarios in your mind, you found your release to the image of Loki begging for you.

...

After that day, you’ve done what you can to be friendly with other people as soon as Loki’s within earshot, relishing in the heavy gazes he sends your way when he thinks you’re unaware.

And now you have a plan that you’ll be damned if it’s going to fail...but it’s looking like that’s exactly what’s going to happen. Loki is still not paying attention to you, ignoring the one slip he’s made. He leaves when you enter the room, ignores your attempts at chatting with him. In other words: something drastic has to happen for you to get him to interact with you again.

“What’re you going to wear?” Natasha’s voice breaks your desperate plotting.

“Huh?” is your less than intelligent answer.

She smiles as if she’s in on some joke, her eyes flashing in the same trajectory as yours a second before and finding Loki sitting in the couch with a book. “For the party?” She tries to jump start your memory. “Tony’s New Year’s Bash?”

“Oh...uhh...I don’t know...”

But of course Natasha is willing to help you pick something out. A day of intense shopping and you’re good to go.

...

There’s a brief glimmer of uncertainty in your eyes as you admire your mirror image. You’re not sure why. Maybe it’s the revealing cut of the dress. Maybe it’s the plan you’re going to try to act on. But the insecurity is gone the moment you join up with Natasha on the way to the venue and she smiles approvingly.

“Damn, you’re hot,” she grins.

You can’t help but smile back because a part of you absolutely agrees with her if for no other reason then at least because of the dress in itself: tight around the torso and with a plunging neckline, the fabric falls from your hips with a soft swish, and the colour...the colour is one you instantly recognize from Loki in his Jotun form. Embellished with crystals, the wintry look is completed with your makeup and the glitter in your hair.

...

The place is crowded already, making it hard to find the others. You should have guessed that Tony would have ensured to be the centre of attention although the press was left wanting at the doors outside. Looking around, you spot them all except for the one you got all fancy for: Loki is nowhere to be seen. Still, you’re not one to be moping about and soon you find yourself dragged into a conversation with Scott and Steve.

A drink in hand and the music in the background, your worries have fallen aside as you simply enjoy yourself. You’ve registered a flash of black and green out of the corner of the eye earlier that had made your belly flutter but your plan was to act as if nothing was happening – so you did.

You are just finishing dancing with Steve, classical and polite in his approach to modern dancing, when a stranger asks for a dance too. You’ve seen him hovering about during the party but have been sure it is because of your much more famous friends. Baffled by the offer, you accept and you’re happy to see that Loki notices from where he’s chatting with Bucky and Natasha.

The song begins and it’s a sultry cover, calling for closeness and intimacy which the stranger gladly initializes. The feel of a cold glare on your back have you reciprocating for once (although still with a bit of distance between the writhing bodies) and it’s not long before the stranger’s hands find your hips. Two seconds afterwards, they’re gone from you again and he mumbles and apology before scurrying away.

Shrugging at the odd behaviour, you turn to go to the bar but are met by Loki’s tall form. He just stands there, pupils dilated as he stares at you.

You want to say something smart, something catchy but your brain comes up blank so instead you try to circumvent him only to be stopped by his arm around your waist.

“Loki,” you begin to warn him but never make it further.

“I see what you’re doing,” he growls lowly, leading your body to move along to the music with his without you meaning to.

You bat your lashes up at him. “What am I doing?”

“You’re trying to make me jealous.” Biting back a smirk, you allow him to twirl you before landing in his arms with your back to him so you can’t see his face...but your can hear him: “And it’s working,” he whispers in your ear.

The music calls for you to grind back against him, feeling a bulge against your ass that makes you inhale sharply.

You can feel the rumble of a chuckle through the god’s chest.

“Satisfied?” he mocks.

“Not yet, but maybe that can be arranged?”

He pauses for half a heartbeat mid-dance, clearly taking in your words and considering their full meaning. But he doesn’t give you answer, preferring instead to change the topic somewhat: “Is that the meaning behind all of this too?” His hand slides down your body to rest on your thigh where the split in the dress begins.

“Such a smart boy,” you quip, earning a growl.

“Take care, you don’t know what you’re asking for.”

“Then show me,” you challenge just as the song ends and Tony takes the stage to hold a speech or something.

You never hear your friend’s words because Loki’s got you in a strong grip as he drags your out of the party hall and towards the elevators up to the private levels of the tower.

In the elevator, his gaze never leaves you and he doesn’t let go of you, almost as if he’s afraid that you might disappear if he did. Furthermore, his lips finally finds yours with a vigour that speaks volumes: kissing you like a man starved, the god explores your mouth, jawline, neck, and cleavage, nearly forgetting to exit the elevator once the door opens. Nudging him slightly, you get him to relent for a moment to lead you down the hall and to his quarters.

You’ve never been to his room and in a way it annoys you that you don’t have time to take it in properly but at soon as the door closes, the man swirls you around and presses your back against it, hands pinned above your head with magic, you assume because both his hands are busy roaming your body.

“Been wanting to do this for a while, haven’t you?” The words slip out of your mouth before you’ve thought them through and Loki freezes with a finger against your clothed cunt which makes you regret your words instantly. But there’s no going back and you might as well roll with it. “Can’t stand watching someone get close to me...”

The snarls starts deep in his chest before he can suppress it. There’s no denying it and it’s evident that he realizes because he releases you and sends you towards the bed.

“You’ve been doing it on purpose.”

You smirk. “Not the first time...but since then: yeah of course.”

“Of course?” Loki’s hands are working your ass, almost lifting your from the floor as he pulls one of your legs up around his hip. “You think it’s funny?”

“Fuck yeah,” you grin.

The answer is a harsh shove that sends you sprawling onto the bed and with the flick of his fingers, your wrist and ankles are bound to the bed posts, forcing your into a spreadeagled position. With another flick, all your clothes are gone, leaving you bare and vulnerable before the god who eyes you with a burning hunger you hadn’t quite expected from someone as cold as him.

Straddling you, Loki is still clothed but now takes the time to unbutton his shirt slowly, revelling in how you drink in the sight.

Once the shirt hangs open, he leans down and whispers: “If it becomes too much for you with the bindings or anything else, just say Asgard.”

A corner of your mind appreciates that he takes time to ensure that you have a way out...but mostly you hunger for more. “And what do I say if it’s not enough?”

“You beg and maybe I’ll grant it.”

Looking him over, there’s no doubt that he needs it as much as you do, though, and you secretly vow that he’ll be the one to beg for his release before the night is over.

Kissing your body languidly, Loki continues the slow task of undressing before you. Kneeling on the bed between your legs, he has the perfect view to the effects it has and it’s made no easier to bear when his tongue flicks over your cunt. The first lick is almost too quick to enjoy but then he slows down, grabbing your hips with his large hands and treating you to the best oral you’ve ever had only to steal the joy from you after about a minute, making you whine at the loss of sensation.

“Are you begging?” he smirks.

He laughs as you shake your head, then flicks his fingers to appear naked in all his glory before you. Now you consider begging: slim hips and an Adonis belt that makes your mouth water mainly because it creates a visual path towards his stiff cock. And what a cock. Pre-cum glistens on the crown and the length and girth? You know you can take it but it’ll be a tight fit. And you want it.

As if knowing what you’re thinking, he denies you exactly what you want and rather straddles your chest and holds his cock low so it pokes your lips.

“C’mon, my dear. Be a good girl.”

Almost too obediently, you lick your lips and then his shaft. You have to strain your neck and there’s no way you can take him all in this angle but you’ll be damned if you didn’t try.

What surprises you the most is the fact that his pre-cum is chilly. Second is the fact that it tastes different from what you’d expected, almost sweet. Third is the way he sighs deliciously as you struggle to bring him deeper and it spurs you on.

Finding a rhythm that isn’t killing your neck, you hollow your cheeks and swirl your tongue, earning you a curse. Loki’s hand finds your hair and there’s a faint push against your skull as you take him in. As a warning, you let your teeth glide over the sensitive skin of his shaft and immediately he lets go so you can release him with a pop.

“Let’s just make one thing clear here, okay?” you smile saccharine sweet at him, “either I go down on you at my pace or it doesn’t happen at all.”

Blinking at you as if perplexed, the god simply nods but rather than offer up his cock again, he moves down your body, trailing kisses and bites on the way and making you writhe with every inch he covers. You can’t hold back the moan once his lips find your cunt and his tongue swirls your clit.

He has your arching your back in a minute, grinding your hips towards his face and chasing his mouth whenever he surfaces for air and he has to plant a palm on your abdomen to still you a bit.

“Either I go down on you at my pace,” he echoes your words from moments before, “or it doesn’t happen at all.”

“Fuuuck,” you groan but stop squirming in his grasp.

He’s kinder than you got a chance to be because he returns to his ministrations, this time holding you tightly with arms wrapped around your this and fingers digging into your hips. This way you have to worry a bit less about moving by accident because his strong grip prevents you from it. That’s why you notice something else: as the god is tongue-fucking you and toying with your clit, he’s also rutting lazily against the bed.

“Oh, are you too needy?” The words drop from your lips before you can think better of it.

Loki freezes mid-movement and slowly looks up at you with burning eyes. Then he lets go of you, sits on his haunches and wipes his mouth to reveal just how desperately hard he is. For a moment it seems like he’s cock has grown, but you know that’s impossible and so you dismiss the thought.

“I should gag you,” he threatens with a growl as he lines up, “or put that mouth of yours to good use again.”

In the moment, you know exactly what you’d prefer but he doesn’t give you a chance to voice your opinion as he penetrates you instead.

“Anything you want to say now,” he gasps into your ear.

A spark of defiance flares in you. “Is that all you got?”

He pulls almost all the way out before slowly reentering and you can feel the strain he’s under from holding back.

“I should give you everything...” he says as he begins to find a steady pace, “I should...fuck, you’re tight...I should show you...how a god...fucks!” With the last word, he rams harder and then ups the pace.

All too soon, you’re right on the edge, dancing on the precipice of bliss and yet something is still holding you back.

“More!” you gasp.

“More?” he’s rutting furiously into you. “I’ll give you more.”

He pulls you up on his lap for you to kneel, facing forward, as he sits back and for a second there’s a pain as though something has been added to your cunt, but looking down, you see his arms are caging you and that he’s bouncing you on his fat blue cock.

Blue?

Blinking, you realize that every part you can see of him is blue and that he’s much bigger than before. Craning your neck, you catch a glimpse of his face and the gorgeous, red eyes that are half-hidden behind heavy lids as he groans in delight.

“Let me turn around,” you plead although you can barely get the words out on more than gasps of air each time he ruts into you.

But he hears you and he lies down on his back and allow you to crawl back on top of him, admiring the lust-coated ridges on his cock. You gently lower yourself onto it, unable to take him completely and you have to fight gravity as you begin to ride him, rolling your hips. With each roll your squeeze with your walls and watch his eyes flutter closed.

“Hand,” you demand, taking it as he holds it forward and place his thumb on your clit.

You’re so full like you’ve never been before. And as you ride, you look down and see ridges on his body and how his muscles clench under the perfect blue skin.

Loki’s other hand finds your breasts, trying to distribute his attention evenly but failing each time you slip almost off his cock before sliding down again. Gingerly.

You ride yourself to the first orgasm, cumming in slow waves and he has to hold you through it as you come down. Then he gently lifts you off of him before rolling you back onto your stomach again.

“Please, let me...” he mumbles as he kisses you.

This time when he snaps the fingers, the ropes return and you’re lying with your arms apart and legs tied together.

“What the -?”

The position barely makes sense to you not even as you feel Loki press his cock between your thighs and find the entrance...but as he fills you inch for inch it begins to dawn on you why: his girth is almost to much for you, but you can relax and handle it; his length, however, just keeps coming until he’s bottomed out, his hips resting against your ass and you realize what he’s about to do.

“Ready?” he whispers into your ear and you nod.

As he pulls back, you take a deep breath. Wisely so. The moment he rams in, it’s knocked from your lungs and you can feel him graze your cervix. He doesn’t hold back this time. A hand snaked around your hips, he toys with your still sensitive clit as each rut would have scooted you further up the bed if it wasn’t for the bindings.

And the pace! Hips snapping at an inhuman speed, your cunt flutters and spasms around his cock and you cum for the second time. Forgetting how to breathe, it’s only Loki’s whispered chanting of your name that fills your mind as everything else is replaced by a blinding light that floods your vision and your ability to think coherently.

Then you feel the soothing cold. Filling you up inside, there’s a chill that brushes the overheating aside and makes you feel refreshed in a way you’ve never experienced before...better than a cool shower on a hot summer’s day.

“Y/N!” Loki groans before he partially collapses over you, arms shaking as he tries to hold himself up.

Minutes tick by, you can feel the cool trickle from your cunt, realizing that it must be his cum and you wonder how it must be to swallow it. Maybe you’ll get a chance to find out?

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