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_ LEFT HAND GREEN (oneshot)

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PAIRING — Loki x f!Reader SUMMARY — You hadn't planned on spending your Friday night playing a game of Twister chicken with a literal god, but hey—if it gets you to where you need to be...

WARNINGS — Plot? What plot? This is basically just porn (but with some feelings because, you know, romance). Minors, please do not interact.

LEFT HAND GREEN

"Didn't you hear me, Agent?" Comes a voice, smooth as silk yet twice as dangerous. "I said, left hand green."

You scowl, making a mental vow to yourself right then and there, that you will never again attend another one of Tony's stupid parties. You are swearing off alcohol. You are swearing off form-fitting dresses that make it hard to breathe. You are swearing off him.

Loki—god of mischief, former alien invader, and current persona non grata—your partner and the bane of your existence. The only reason the two of you have been paired together is because he's already gone through more agents than anyone can count, probably scaring them all off with the mere sounds of his batshit crazy.

Steve and Tony made it clear, while they understood your reluctance, that you should do everything in your power to make sure this partnership worked. They had run out of agents to assign him, and you were the only option left.

His usual Asgardian garb is gone tonight, replaced with the crisp clean lines of a white button-up shirt and dark trousers. His dark curls, usually slicked back with precision, not a single strand out of place, fall loosely around his face.

Maybe it was the bubbles from all that champagne that had you staring at him a little longer than usual. You normally can't stand him, his features laced with the same arrogance that had him playing puppeteer with an entire city. Your city. Despite his joining the Avengers, you haven't forgotten.

Although, you must admit, it's getting harder and harder to remember at this very moment. Especially while the two of you are a mess of tangled limbs, exposed skin, and harsh breathing.

Why did you take your clothes off again?

Oh right, you think as you glance over to where your little black dress lies abandoned on the floor. You were getting too warm from all that alcohol, and the fabric had been too restricting for a game of Twister.

Well, at least you're still wearing underwear.

All that smack talk you two had heatedly exchanged earlier comes back to bite you in the ass. He had declared that this was the most pathetic party he had ever seen. You, while not particularly fond of Tony's too lavish parties to begin with, still felt compelled to defend it out of pure spite and nothing else.

Wanda had brought the damned game, was met with a chorus of protesting groans, and then cast her big green eyes to the floor while mumbling sadly about how she'd never played before. The whole team then reluctantly caved, of course.

But soon, one by one, people decided to call it a night, eventually leaving you and your so-called partner standing before the wrinkled plastic mat, challenging each other to another round because obviously there wasn't even any competition.

He arrogantly proclaimed that victory would be his, by a landslide.

You proudly declared that you were much more flexible.

And now his large body looms over you, all sharp angles and smirks, his hands placed firmly on the mat at either side of you. Meanwhile, you try to maintain your balance, your arms and legs awkwardly bent underneath you... your lace-covered chest thrust up into his face, the warm puffs of his breath dancing across your skin.

"Enjoying the view?" You grit sarcastically, rolling your eyes as he grins down at your heaving breasts. You lift your left hand and try for the closest green circle, huffing in annoyance when it remains just barely out of reach.

"Why, yes," he confesses, his face so close that his lips brush against one of your bra cups. "Midgardian fashion is just so... quaint."

You roll your eyes, not bothering to entertain his response, trying not to focus on the infuriating shape of his mouth, your limbs straining as you try and reach that blasted green circle.

"And obviously you agree, seeing as you couldn't stop staring at me all night."

Now, that makes your ears perk up. "Excuse me? I wasn't—"

"You forget who you're dealing with, dearie," he chuckles, the sound scraping against your every nerve... especially a particularly eager one between your legs. "How do you expect to convince everyone you hate me... when you look at me like that all the time?"

"Like what?"

"Like you want to bury me and consume me all at the same time."

"You are delusional, Laufeyson, as always," you bark, turning your head away so you can't get lost in those dangerous blue eyes. "Focus up; I want to win this damn game already. I'd rather not spend a minute more with you than I have to."

"That's a bit rich, coming from someone who's underneath me whilst half-naked," his lips curve up into a smile, and you can almost feel the movement against your chest. "But I suppose this could serve to... strengthen our partnership."

"A partnership implies equality and trust," you say, your shoulders and thighs starting to ache from trying to maintain your position. "I definitely do not trust you as far as I can throw you, and you obviously don't see me as an equal."

"Says who?" Loki drawls, and the room seems to shrink beneath the weight of his question. "In fact, darling, as much as it pains me to admit, you're the only one around here worth talking to."

"Stop trying to distract me," you mutter, your brow furrowing in concentration. You try not to think about how long it's been since you were this close to a man... you know, when you aren't twisting him into a headlock or kicking the absolute shit out of him.

"Ah, so I distract you?" Again with that smirk. That smirk that makes you painfully aware that he's destructive, pompous, and always so fucking patronizing—exactly your type, apparently, given the way your nipples pebble beneath the lace of your bra.

"I will smack you," you threaten halfheartedly, angling your body slightly to make one last attempt at completing your turn.

"Careful, mortal," the teasing and good humour are gone from his voice now, replaced with something else much more treacherous, "your heart beats too loudly."

"Then stop listening," you grunt, your torso inadvertently sliding along his. You freeze when he hisses, right when you feel your lower abdomen come in contact with his groin.

"Impossible," he groans loudly, his head tossed back and exposing the long white column of his throat. You swallow hard the urge to lean forward and bite him. "Who's distracting who, exactly?"

You gape up at him, frozen, feeling something hard against your hip. "Is that—are you—?"

The shock of it all causes your elbow to give under your own weight, sending you crashing down onto the plastic mat. Loki lowers himself onto you almost immediately, trapping you between him and the floor.

"Looks like you lost," he declares, his large hands already circling your wrists and pinning you to the mat. "Do I get to claim my prize now?"

"We never agreed—" you struggle against him, your voice failing when he leans in close, your noses almost touching.

"Terms can be negotiated, darling," the god whispers, eyes absolutely blazing, flashing with a hint of green that makes your clit throb. "The timing, however, not so much. I'd like to collect now."

All thoughts of distancing yourself evaporate instantly as his mouth crashes onto yours, his hands leaving yours to slide down your arms, finding their way around the band of your bra. He latches onto you like he's starving for whatever you're offering, his tongue dragging across the seam of your lips.

Without thinking, you open for him.

You begin wondering what he is truly the god of, because with each stroke of his tongue, you swear you're being struck by lightning.

God dammit, you're kissing Loki—something your wandering mind had certainly entertained before, but never expected to happen.

And it feels so damn good.

"I see you everywhere I go, Agent," he confesses against your lips, his warmth leaving your skin as he sits back on his haunches, making a show out of unbuttoning his shirt and revealing inch after inch of perfect unblemished skin. He shrugs the garment off, a mesmerizing sight as the delicate material whispers along his sculpted arms and falls to the floor. "I can taste you in the air I breathe."

"Lo..." your voice isn't working, other than to let out a series of whimpers and moans as his hands return. This time, they find their way to your hips, his fingers teasing a path underneath the waistband of your panties and then gently pulling them off.

You clutch the plastic mat underneath you, breath quickening as he lowers his face to your newly exposed sex. The moment his tongue touches your aching clit, stars explode. Loki is relentless in the pursuit of your pleasure, the sounds and vibrations of his groans getting lost inside you as he completely buries his face in the wetness of your desire.

You screech as your hips buck forward, gasping over and over again as he practically tortures you with his tongue. He is not quiet about it either, the room filled with the sounds of his sucking and slurping while the pressure in your belly begins to burn out of control.

But just as you are about to be catapulted over the edge, he releases his hold on your lips and pushes your thighs further apart to make room for him. His hands are a blur of movement at the front of his trousers, the rasp of the zipper so loud in the empty room, before his cock spills out from between the layers of fabric, already rock hard and pointing right at you.

Loki covers you with his warmth immediately, finding his place between your legs and grunting when you wrap them around his hips. His hands squeeze your breasts and lift them higher, enough to take one into his mouth, lace and all.

"Yes!" You cry out as he sucks at you shamelessly, fingers tracing the swell of your tits, swirling his tongue around your sensitive peaks until your bucking against him, trying to relieve the tension between your thighs. His teeth clamps down as one hand snakes down your torso, finding its way to your aching pussy, unceremoniously sliding two fingers deep inside you.

Loki draws back, admiring the bite mark just above the edge of your bra cup, his lips curving up into a satisfied smile.

"Well, aren't you a vision?" He growls as his fingers move faster inside you, the heel of his palm rubbing against your swollen clit. His erection grazes your thigh, twitching as if begging for attention, but Loki seems unbothered as his eyes darken just a shade. "Beg me."

"Ugh," this son of a bitch; you would slap him if you weren't so desperate to come. "Fuck you!"

"Not quite what I was looking for," he murmurs as he removes his fingers from your hole. He replaces them with the swollen head of his cock, teasing your entrance with maddeningly slow circles.

"Loki," you threaten, the tone of your voice leaving nothing up for debate, but that was all it took. Hearing his name like that goes straight to his hips, them punching forward almost as soon as you said it, sheathing himself inside you with one smooth thrust.

His own breathing becomes laboured as he keeps the pace brisk, unable to help pushing in and out of you, relishing the way your muscles clenched and trembled as you fully embraced his hard length.

"I tell myself I still yearn for Asgard's throne," he manages between thrusts, voice barely above a whisper as he continues to fuck you into the mat, his hips smacking into the back of your thighs. "That this pitiful planet is nothing more than a chessboard, a stepping stone towards my glorious purpose."

Your fingers wind themselves into his hair, your bodies reacting to each other more fervently with each passing second. Despite yourself, you tilt your chin up as if to silently beg for another kiss, the faintest whine escaping your throat when he doesn't oblige.

"But somewhere between your infuriating presence," he grunts, punctuating his words with a particularly brutal thrust, drawing another pleasured cry from your lips. "And the chaos of this world, I find myself torn... between the call of power and the unexpected allure of something far more perilous."

You want to say something back, but he fucks you so deep it's like you can feel him right up against your throat. All you can do is hold onto him, gasping for breath, hanging on for dear life.

"Feelings. Sentiment. For you." He spits out the words like they're foreign, distasteful even, his hips keeping up their cruel punishment, but his eyes are almost kind when they find yours. His lips hover just a hair's breadth from yours, teasing and tantalizing as his body invades you over and over again.

His confession hangs heavy in the air, charged with a cocktail of what looks like regret and a vulnerability you never expected to witness from him. You feel your walls of defence crack, just a hairline fracture, but allowing more than enough room for him to slip through.

"You say I distract you?" He thrusts harder, the tip of his cock finding a spot inside you that makes you let go of the last tiny string holding any remnants of your composure together. Stars explode behind your eyes as you squeeze them closed, the plastic mat sticking to your sweaty back as you arch up into your orgasm.

You feel Loki lean forward and bite your shoulder, grunting as he fucks you through your climax, a few more thrusts before he himself tenses inside you. His hold on you softens, his teeth retreating and replaced with the soft cushioning of his lips, all the while his hips jerk again and again as he spills hot rushes of fluid into you.

You lay exhausted on the floor, sweaty and dishevelled and wrapped in a tarp of colourful circles and still joined together. You close your eyes, trying to catch your breath as Loki slowly and carefully wraps his arms around you, but doesn't remove himself from the warmth of your body.

"My dear, you're the one who won't leave me be."

Fin.

NOTES — Well then. I am definitely not going to church this morning 👀

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Crossed Swords:To The Hilt [Avenger! Loki x Fem.Reader]

Part of the Hostile F*cks Collection A Link to my Masterlist is HERE Summary: (10) 'Master of Blades' Laufeyson makes good on his threat promise. Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Smut. Language. "Friends" w/ benefits. Hostility. (w/c 3.3k)

The door to the blade depositary closed with a soft click beneath Loki’s palm. You let your eyes crawl over the exotic weaponry hanging on the walls as he stalked behind you.

Longswords, broadswords, axes, spears, rapiers; all exquisitely arranged to Steve’s meticulous wallchart. The expansive short-sword display was unsurprisingly, sparse. “Does any particular weapon draw your attention, Agent?” Loki’s deep voice rasped, sliding his hands purposefully over your hips.

You let your head roll back against his shoulder as he pulled you to him, feeling his arousal hard as marble against the curve of your ass. Loki’s fingers grazed over your mound, tracing lightly over your hood through the leggings. “Why do you insist on being so wilful, Agent?” he purred menacingly, pressing his fingers against the swollen bundle of nerves. “So inflammatory. Crossing swords with a god...” he tsk'd, dripping with condescension. You gasped as his fingers dragged upwards, pulling gently at your clit. “Your first offence...the red dress, I gave you the benefit of the doubt.” he sneered, ignoring your soft moans of pleasure. “Simple ignorance. Your subconscious attempt to rouse my jealousy without understanding the consequences of your actions, perhaps.” Loki inhaled deeply into your hair. “But this…” he growled on the exhale. His fingers fluttered beneath your t-shirt, hooking under the red lace of your g-string. “This is an act of defiance. A confrontation…” He pulled the fabric outward. “…an act of mischief.” Loki tutted, releasing the elasticated lace with a sharp thwack against your skin.

“Did you hope that by flaunting this feeble war-cry that you would set fire to my jealousy? Did you like it so much the first time?” he snorted, stepping backward. To your shame, you whimpered at the loss of his touch.

Loki chuckled thoughtfully, releasing a low hum as he ran his hands covetously down the curve of your waist. “You have unleashed something far more unpredictable than my jealousy, Agent...” he murmured darkly. "My admiration.” “Your admiration seems in high demand today.” you mustered, circling your hips against the protrusion. Loki’s hands froze, before one rose and unsheathed the sword from the holster tight on his back. The scrape of steel on leather made you shiver. “Ah, you heard my guest, then.” he said quietly, extending his arm in front of you. The Asgardian longsword threw glimmers in the low light. The blurred reflections of your shapes glinted in the blade, before he ran the flat diagonally across your breasts. Cool metal grazed your nipples as Loki let out an exaggerated moan in your ear. “What did you feel, Agent? Hearing me with another. Tell me.” “Nothing.” you gasped, raising your hand up over the blade to slide along the chiselled landscape of his cheekbone. “Liar.” he rumbled, his warm breath making arousal seep deeper into the lace. You tugged his hair in a fist. Hard.

“You feel more than you let on, Agent. The malice, the venom.” He moaned as his thick cock dragged against your lower back through his tight pants. “The supposed hatred that I make you feel as I do. Isn’t that right?” “I do...I fucking...hate you, Loki” you moaned, as his flattened fingers pressed upward against your sex. Instinctively your grip tightened around the clutch of his hair, pulling his face downward into the curve of your neck. He hummed thoughtfully, thrusting gently against your ass. “I know you do, darling.” he cooed, breath hitching as your free hand grasped against his hips. “Powerful...isn’t it?” In a flash Loki spun you, pulling you flush to his bare chest in a ravenous kiss. You heard the priceless sword clatter from his hand to the floor, realising that the god’s spandex top and leather holster had melted away. Only the fencing pants remained. Ropes of shoulder muscle shifted beneath the straps as his tongue filled your mouth, wet passion smothering you. Your fingernails scraped down his carved stomach, feeling the weight of his hands spread wide across your ass. You slid the straps over his shoulders, mapping every centimetre they edged down those solidly curved biceps. Pressing them to the skin, you felt the fabric tug against his fine forearm hair before letting them fall sluttishly around his hips. Loki’s flat stomach clenched as he thrust forward, the hardness imprisoned within the tight fencing pants straining. You tucked a finger inside the waistband, pulling it out before letting it snap back to his taut skin. “Tease.” Loki growled playfully, his eyes narrowing as you bit your lip. He groaned as your fingers skimmed the outline of his arousal like a magnet, a wordless beg that made your pussy gape. “Yesss…” he groaned gratefully as you sank slowly to your knees, letting your palms run greedily over the soft material bound to his thighs like a second skin. Fingers dug into the firm flesh, nudging him backwards. He backed into the display of daggers with a soft clang as you edged closer, the thin material of your leggings letting the burn of the carpet sink through. This is madness, you thought; as your face buried in his crotch, inhaling the deep, musky scent through the fabric which taunted you. Madness. “Doesn’t it make you f-feel alive?” Loki gasped, as your fingers toyed with the zip. All you could muster were shallow pants as the zip drew lower; from below his naval to the seat of his desire. He groaned again as your fingers wrapped around his manhood, salvation from its confinement. “I’ve taken the liberty of adding a minor…enchantment…to your body.” he smirked. It grew wider as you raised an eyebrow. “Patience.” he said coolly, silencing your question before it passed your lips. “Don’t you ever shut up?” you murmured against his finger, looking up at him coyly with his cock resting in your hand. He lowered his chin, the dark tendrils of hair loose from its ties falling around his jaw. Loki’s brow furrowed in anticipation as he watched your fingertips trace along the velvet skin. “Make me, Agent.” he smouldered, a smirk pulling at his lips. “Make me...behave.”

A renewed wave of adrenaline flooded your core. I’ll make you fucking behave, prick; you thought, the challenge rushing in rapids through your bloodstream. I’ll make you forget their name. You leant forward, fastening your lips around the thick, leaking tip of his godly cock. Another soft clang let you know that Loki’s head had fallen back against the weaponry. The corners of your mouth stretched in the painfully delicious way you remembered from the motel, his obscene manhood inching inside with every wave of your tongue. Loki’s natural scent clinging to his pubic hair made saliva well around his length. You hummed, letting it squeeze around every sliver of available space as you saw his fist clench and unclench by his side out the corner of your eye. You let your lips slide down his flesh, fully coated and ready to be devoured. With a final inhale through your nostrils, you let it glide to the back of your throat; pressing your lips together. “Slowly...take me..g-gods...a-all the way.” Loki moaned, fingers winding lightly in your hair. You pushed further, feeling the girth pulse against your tonsils. “To the h-hilt.” he choked, releasing a guttural grunt as you did just that. A tingling warmth flooded your mouth, easing down your throat. He hasn’t cum already, has he? The thought was fleeting, before another sensation hit. With every inch you drew slowly back along his length, the feeling lessened. You dove forward again, fingers digging deeper against his muscular hips. It rose again. Like your nipples being brushed teasingly through a cotton t-shirt. Like a wave of unstoppable pleasure growing slowly between your thighs while being stroked by a talented lover. Like being fucked. And like being fucked well. The enchantment, you realised in awe; thrusting your mouth forward onto his desperately hard cock with even more enthusiasm. The tip pressed against the wet back of your throat, making you whimper with the first sparks of orgasm. Every stroke of his perfect manhood inside your mouth was magic, a mysteriously new centre of pleasure making feral arousal slosh higher and higher in your belly. It’s not possible, you thought. Loki’s winding grip in your hair tightened as the indescribable feeling threatened to overwhelm you. He began to thrust lightly into your open mouth, the sway of his hips making you clench around air as you sucked him mercilessly. But with this asshole…you chided yourself, anything is possible. The thick veins of his cock pulsed on your tongue as you moaned; lips sealed tight. Every gasp of pleasure from the god above you made the mess between your legs thicker; arousal seeping into the gusset of your leggings. The back of your throat was sizzling bliss; each press of his tip making nirvana well within your desperate cunt. “Norns...m-more, Agent. Fuck me with that bratty mouth of yours.” he snarled, thighs trembling as you wrapped your fingers around the root of his girth. “F-fuck…” he gasped, a judder sending several daggers behind him bouncing to the floor.

I am going to cum from sucking his goddam dick, you realised with frightening intensity as you gripped tight to the open waistband of the fencing pants. You were gyrating against air, rocking yourself backwards and forwards along the endless column between his legs. Loki spread his feet wider to stifle a buckle, one hand flying to a shelf at the side. “I’m going to cum, Agent.” he warned formally between heavy breaths, a hand grasping messily around the handle of an axe askew on the wall. Another moan choked through the vacuum of your lips, pumping your hand at the base while you devoured him greedily. The shaft pressed deeper, saliva drooling down your chin as tears of pleasure pricked your eyes. A groan from your full mouth vibrated his cock, feeling his balls tighten. You were cumming, too. Loki’s fingers carded your hair before sliding down to your shoulder, rocking you through the final, aching strokes to his undoing. “Fuck. Yes.. oh… gods...Agen-” He exploded. A wave of hot liquid filled every crevice of your mouth, coating the back of your throat accompanied by one guttural roar from Loki above. The inexplicable orgasm rolling within you fell over the other side of crescendo, white noise bubbling in your eardrums. You spluttered as Loki’s silky cum welled at the entrance to your windpipe, struggling against the weight of your own bliss as you fought for breath. He pushed you back gently, concern etched on his sweat-moistened face. “You almost k-killed me.” you slurred, looking up as he broke out in a mischievous smile at your dishevelled state. A thick drip rolled down your chin.

“Death by semen inhalation. Oh dear…” he murmured, raising you to your feet. “Although it would certainly make for an interesting obituary.” Now that you could breathe, the taste of his seed flooded your senses. Vanilla, sweet...like liquid pudding blended with a sprinkling of salt. Loki’s thumb grazed your lips, bringing it immediately to his own. His cheekbones hollowed as he sucked it clean. “Is that a...god thing?” you said softly, not wanting to hasten the fade of his taste on your tongue. Loki chucked mirthlessly. “I can tell you for a fact that my brother’s arousal does not taste thus, if that is what you mean.” You frowned. “That wasn’t what I-” Loki’s hand cupped your jawline, titling it upwards as he moulded his lips possessively to yours. He worked you backwards, your knees hitting the solid rectangular seat in the centre of the room. The god pushed your shoulders down, setting you with a jolt on top of the sterile cushioning. “He eats too much of your Midgardian junk foods. It taints the source you see.” he muttered. That look was back. The one that flamed in his eyes as his sword grazed his brother’s throat. Loki’s fingers found the waistband of your leggings peeling them from your limbs in one graceful swipe. You gasped as he settled on his knees, spread thighs bulging against the white fabric of the fencing pants. He had tucked his enormous cock back within its holster, but it pressed fiercely against the flimsy cage. Biding its time.

“What Thor said...about your lovers-” you stammered, seeing deep lines appear in his forehead. “What did you whisper to him? In the fight when you-” “Know this.” Loki’s snapped, his hand flying to your throat and tracing his fingers firmly over the curve. He squeezed gently, letting his fingertips graze over your collarbone. His touch was electricity; jealous lust flooding through his skin to yours. You didn’t flinch, tilting your chin upwards. Loki’s eyes followed the exploration of your skin, before rising to meet your questioning stare. “If you ever lie with him, I will destroy you.” he said solemnly. “Is that a threat?” you coyed, squirming against the seat. He was insufferable. But man alive, he was one hot motherfucker. “Of course it is.” he hissed, before leaning forward and gripping the waistband of your red panties between his teeth with a growl. They pulled, the elastic cutting into your skin before breaking with a pathetic snap. Loki knelt back, the lace hanging between his jaws like a dog toy. With a grimace, he spat it to the floor. “It is only by the grace of your misguided discretion that your other lover still has the means to pleasure you.” he sneered coldly, observing the tattered fabric with suspicion before his malevolent gaze rose to yours. “But no matter. He will never satisfy you again by the time we are finished here.” Your breath hitched as his palms found the inside of your knees, spreading your legs. Loki bit a bruising suck into your inner thigh, his smouldering eyes fixed on your own. You whimpered, before he drew back, rubbing the mark he had left in his wake. “It is no business of yours what I whispered to my brother.” Loki murmured to himself, observing his work. “And no business of yours whom I fuck when it is not you, either.” “Loki wha-” Before the final syllables left your lips, one of the god’s palms snaked up your stomach and pushed you backwards. In a flash, his flattened tongue swiped through your soaking folds, collecting the sticky cum already gathered. “Oh god...Loki” you exhaled softly, feeling his muscle dip inside your dripping channel, swirling and caressing every nerve. You knew that he hadn’t been lying about his talents, but the sight of him kneeling before you; the delicately muffled moans leaking from his lips around your cunt...it was almost too much to bear. You threw your head back to stifle a moan, feeling the veins of your neck harden as he ate you out like a sexual demon. Sinfully rich groans of enthusiasm floated from between your thighs as you bucked into his open mouth, completely lost. You could feel yourself opening, every insecurity you had ever known melting in the enthusiasm of his furious adoration. Loki’s fingertips grasped at your stomach, massaging gently as the other arm steadied one shaking leg. “Don’t fight me.” he whispered wetly between your legs. “Moan for me, Agent. For only me.”

His mouth latched to your clit, sucking the hood as you grasped at the edge of the seat. Your hands were moist with sweat, sliding for purchase as the world began to blur. Loki raised his head, glistening arousal smeared across his cheeks and chin. He blew a strand of hair from his lips. “You may want to hold onto something a little more...robust” he purred with a smirk, as the familiar leather back holster appeared theatrically in a low glimmer of seidr, wrapping around his bare shoulders. The tight straps pressed against his shoulders, digging into the skin as he leant forward. Oh Jesus Christ, you thought as your jaw slackened, before he buried himself in your pussy once more. Your fingers wrapped tentatively around the thick straps, nails digging in to the deliciously firm leather. You pulled. Loki’s face pressed deeper into your slit, a groan of approval sounding against the wetness. He lapped rhythmically as you rocked into him, his hand sliding down your stomach to loop around the other shaking leg. “If you stop, I’ll fucking kill you.” you panted, feeling him chuckle against your desperate cunt. But something told you this time he wouldn’t. That this time was different. Loki’s soft tongue dipped inside, licking his lips before placing another wide trail up the centre of your desire. You had been plateauing for what felt like hours, climax blossoming and ebbing with every passionate swipe. Strands of hair fell around his cheekbones as he consumed you, wet slurps bass against the high pitch of your needy whimpers. You raised your knees, tilting your pelvis up as you pulled the leather harness further down. Loki grunted against your pussy, pushing your knees back as he pleasured you deeper. “F-fuck, Loki...please...I’m c-close-” The god let out a guttural growl, sucking your slick folds between his teeth. You thrust against him as his messy licks ravenously devastated every pocket of pleasure between your open thighs. You craned upwards, nails digging deeper into the leather. The view would be your final undoing. More of Loki’s hair fell around his jaw, hanging loose as his mouth covered your sex like he would never have enough. His eyes were closed, the thick curves of shoulder muscle rolling as he became lost in your pleasure as if it were his own. You watched his cheekbones hollow; lips suckling at your clit before you fell over the edge with a wail of his name. Instinctively you pulled the leather holster further, feeling his tongue slide inside your liquid channel as he pulled every last whimper from your spent, shuddering body. Seconds passed in silence, the only sound in the air your slow, staggered breaths. “Are you humbled enough to admit it now?” he goaded knowingly, resting back on his knees. Your hands fell from the leather holster clinging to his bare shoulders. “Uh…that was uh...it was-what?” you stammered, catching your breath. There were stars sizzling behind your eyelids. For at least another few moments, you wanted to avoid his sanctimonious smugness. Just another few-

“That I’m the best.” he snipped. You jumped as something soft landed on your belly. You looked at him vacantly, before Loki threw his hands in the air. “Get dressed.” he snapped. “What about the swords? We...we need to put them back.” you panted, shuffling up on your elbows. “They are back.” Loki drawled, nodding casually to a large trunk in the corner that was definitely not on Steve’s wallchart. You looked from the trunk back to Loki, running your eyes over his bare chest shimmering with a thin sheen of sweat. Your cum glistened on his lips, his chin, his cheeks. “If you’re a very good girl, and manage to hold that smart tongue of yours...perhaps you’ll earn more after the mission tonight.” Loki’s keen gaze followed your own, meeting it with a frown as you lay dazed on the bench. You groaned, eyes squeezing shut as reality came crashing home. “Or perhaps you have other plans? Surely you are not so cock-drunk for me that you forgot about the mission.” Loki sneered, a flicker of jealousy skating over his otherwise placid features. The spandex top suddenly manifested back onto his lithe frame like dripping tar, the leather holster melting to nothing. He smoothed his hair back, collecting the damp curls which had fallen in a swirl of magic as it became perfectly placed once again. The tight trousers creased around his thighs; the heaviness of his relentlessly hard cock outlined against the white fabric. “Are you never satisfied?” you huffed sarcastically, rolling your eyes while you tried not to let out a whimper. You wanted more. Always more. And it was torture. He was torture. Loki slid the straps of the fencing pants in place over his shoulders with a chuckle before stalking across the floor. He leant over your sprawled body, placing his hands on the seat to either side. His firm biceps bulged against the spandex as he lowered, tongue pressing inside your mouth in a passionate kiss. He’s never done that before, you thought; as you melted into his unexpected touch. Not after. Loki withdrew, rubbing his smooth cheek against yours. Your skin tingled, the graze of a secret smile pressing against your jaw from his lips. His warm breath caressed your ear, the scent of your cum thick on his breath as he spoke. “Never.” he purred slowly. You shivered, feeling his power seep through the sliver of air between you. “Now do what Daddy tells you, Agent...and get dressed.”

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lexluvswriting · 8 days

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☆ Too Sweet for Me - Loki x Fem!chubby!Reader

- "I think I'll take my whiskey neat, my coffee black and my bed at three, you're too sweet for me..." -

-> CW: 18+ CONTENT! NSFW! SMUT AHEAD! MINORS, DNI. fem! reader! she/her prns used, fem genitalia used. chubby reader!

-> TW: Shibari! Consent discussed beforehand, (light) dubcon bc like reader is tied up, no use of y/n, porn with slight plot, p in v, gagging, bondage, praising and light body worship? Loki likes thick girls. argue w the wall. Mentions of sex in front of a mirror at the end !! <3

W/C: 1.8k

╰┈➤ Lex's note: okay... is this totally self indulgent? yes. have i gone down a massive Loki spree? yes. Hozier, the man you are.

YES, fans, I HAVE been listening to 'Too Sweet' by Hozier on repeat for the last 10 minutes. How did you know aha ha.

Erm, I hope i ate w this. i think i did? but id nobody reassures me as soon as they read this then ill probably die (joke). lmk how we feel about this!!

Your eyes were captivating- the colour seemed to look correct only in your irises, Loki believed. He loved you. He loved every breath you stole, and every breath you gave. He loved looking at your lips and zoning out on them when you'd babble inanely on a topic you thoroughly enjoyed. Loved the way you'd bite at your lip when you tried to hide a cheeky smile. Loki loved the way you fidgeted with the jewellery you wore- the many necklaces layered, the many bracelets with charms that jingled and clinked together softly every time you waved your arms around. He especially loved the way you styled yourself- he was always thoroughly amused and interested in the way you expressed yourself through your choices of fashion. The colours you used seemed to look good on you only. As well as on the bedroom floor after he'd tear them off you.

There was once a time where Loki Laufeyson, God of Mischief, thought you were too sweet for him. You were sweet cocktails, and milky brown coffees with a pump of sugary syrup. You were fresh fruits and cream, an innocent treat on a lovely summer's day. While he was the absolute epitome of bitterness. Whiskey, neat. Coffee, black. Black as the hole in his heart every time he'd be distant from you. So he made you his muse- he became your shadow.

And he didn't regret it one bit- not with the way you looked beneath him.

Your glossy lips were smudged and puffy from being kissed before a ball gag split them apart, nestled comfortably in between to make your sentences a mumbled whine. The rope that wound around your body and held every bit of fabric from your clothing in place was tight, as if it was there for one purpose only. He was a firm believer in having a bit of meat in his meals, always. So when he saw the way the soft fat of your thighs bulged against the snug of the shibari rope, his cock twitched, and he couldn't help but laugh softly. Look at him, cock jumping in his pants like a virgin. How laughable.

It was your fault, of course. Your hazy, lust-filled eyes as you happily squirmed while he pulled the rope around you carefully, the process slow and calculated, pressing his lips over every curve, every surface of skin like worship at a temple. The temple he was about to destroy.

"My pretty girl... my goddess." He couldn't help but gush sweetness when it came to you, cupping your face as he stood in front of you, his legs hitting the side of the bed. You were on your knees, calves tucked under you as you sat on your haunches, bound prettily with dark green rope that contrasted your skin with a soft glow- his choice, of course. When you suggested the concept of 'shibari' to him, he was sceptical at first. But when he saw why it was revered as an 'art', he practically frothed at the mouth, cock rising in his pants at the ideas that formed.

You, currently bound, gagged and absolutely loving life, hummed in response to his cooing praise, leaning into his touch as you wiggled happily on the shared bed, looking up at him with hazy, lustful eyes that were glazed over with adoration- and an insatiable need for him. Your cunt clenched eagerly around nothing, but his fingers running over the line of your jaw, down your throat, and over the rope that cut into your skin gently was promise enough that he'd give you the attention you craved so desperately.

"You drive me mad, darling. Do you like that? Do you like knowing this," He ran a hand down his chest, over his bulge, which was not discreet in the slightest with the way it tented in his pants, "Absolutely aches for you? This is what you do to me." He hissed as he pulled himself free from the confines of his trousers, and he inwardly grinned at the way your eyes widened in delight as you whined, watching him stroke himself.

He wore a dark green button down shirt, sleeves rolled up at the elbow with the two top buttons undone. His hair was mussed in that attractive messy way that you always talked about. He didn't know what you meant, but he figured it was something good if you were always 'jumping his bones' about it. He had set the scene perfectly for you both tonight, but the look in your eyes was enough for him to give in already. He felt warmth tingle through him as he stroked himself, glancing down at the way he leaked for you. Always for you. Such a spoilt girl. His girl.

Loki grit his teeth, before pulling you close by the rope harness around your torso, his cock nudging against your stomach, pre cum smearing against your skin, making you whine through the ball gag. Drool began to run down the sides of your lips, and the God let out a mirthful chuckle, stroking the side of your face before pulling your chin up, making you look at him. "Such a needy little thing. So spoiled. Shall I spoil you more, hm?"

He forced you around gently, your naked back against his clothed chest, your body squirming against his eagerly, your pretty eyes blinking up at him as you whined garbled pleas, rocking your hips back impatiently. Your restricted movement made Loki smile, and he chuckled as he pressed his lips to the back of your neck, before kissing straight down, over your spine.

"My sweet girl. My pretty goddess. A delicacy, all for me." He cooed, and you shuddered, eyelids fluttering shut as you keened softly for him, for the way his hands groped you, running over the soft pudge that shaped your body. Loki lost himself, almost completely forgetting his weeping erection as he kissed down your back, over your shoulders, around your neck. Then, with a wave of his left hand while his right hand pushed you down, the ropes shifted, freeing your thighs to be spread before you were tied again, ass arced up in the air on display for him.

His hands roamed over the globes, and he pressed his kisses- as well as a few loving nips that made you squeak, before he leaned down to what he was looking for. His eyes honed in on your glistening cunt, your folds wet and twitching prettily as he blew cold air before chuckling to himself, like you were an amusing little toy. He had to stop himself from being too cruel, and licked at the nectar that seeped from your slit, enjoying the way you whined for him. "Very vocal tonight, my love." He sighed mockingly, as if you were troubling him. Of course you were, when you tasted as sweet as you did. Almost too sweet.

He knelt in front of the bed and lapped at you hungrily, hands gripping at your bound flesh enough to leave red lines from where his large fingers marked you. He let out a soft growl that dissolved into a groan- how could something as sweet and gentle as you get him so riled up? The depravity that tore through him would scare away any normal partner.

He supposed he should've sent a little 'thank you' to whatever higher power decided you'd be absolutely perfect in creation then. His tongue was hot against your sex, and his soft pants made your toes curl and sent your eyes rolling into the back of your head as he pulled you apart with his mouth. He absolutely loved eating you out- loved the way he could feel you fall apart on his tongue. That was his power. Putting you on the throne of the world with his love. Your body flinched and twitched as he ate you out so desperately, and you whined in response to the image that procured in your head- chin glistening, lips smudged from how intensely he focused on his craft; the craft of making you cum. He licked and sucked, and from the way you got wetter, he could tell you were thinking about him. He toyed with you a bit more before finally letting you cum, directing his tongue to work and stroke

"Getting restless, my love?" He hummed, licking his lips and wearing a fox-like grin as he lifted his left hand, slipping two careful fingers into you to scissor and stretch your weeping cunt in preparation for what you had been craving for the past hour and a bit. His other hand was spent working himself, though he was stiff as a pole from the moment you had shyly offered him the rope and the salacious proposition. You both had been craving this for the longest time- of course, you had spent all day together anyway, but the magic in the intimacy that happened once night shrouded your part of the world as indescribable.

Usually, he could lovingly torment you for hours, watching you helplessly drip your arousal onto the sheets below, but tonight was all about you. You wanted him to be rough, and mean, the facade he usually liked to put on- but he couldn’t help but worship the curves that made up your body, his gentleness a refreshing buffer from the depravity you two usually indulged in. So when your garbled moans sounded, Loki immediately removed his fingers and aligned himself at your sopping wet entrance, substituting his digits for his godly cock, pushing himself in and releasing a guttural groan- one that came from the depths as he felt your cunt greedily suck him in, enveloping him in your warmth, as if you were seducing him to never leave as he sank deeper within you. He’s completely drunk on you, losing his cool as his eyes hone in on where you two meet, enjoying the feeling of your clenching as he repeatedly sinks into you with slow, deliberate thrusts.

He glances up to see your face, only to notice your head facing forward, your darling eyes transfixed on- Ah. He understands and leans forward to wrap a careful hand around your throat, holding it gently as he pulled you up, both of you watching the mirror that was ‘coincidentally’ placed in front of your bed- you had no regrets, and he certainly put it to use for you the first night you two shared the room. Your eyes met in the reflection, and his head tilted coyly, nudging the side of your face gently as he humped into you, while you were still tied up all pretty for him. Your gagged moans and whines were music, and he swore that with every thrust, he could hear the sound of wedding bells somewhere off in the distance.

Sometimes Loki wonders if you’re too sweet for him. But when he sees your perfect eyes rolling into the back of your head as his calculated thrusts send his cock stretching you out for him, he’s content. When he sees your sweet little cheeks flushed pink as you eagerly watch with glossy, lust-glazed eyes, the image of yourself being impaled on his cock over and over, Loki realises that you’re perfect.

╰┈➤ Lex's note 2: AH i didn't go too crazy w this pls forgive me, i was in the mood for somethin soft 🙂‍↕️ BUT ! i will HAPPILY take requests for more 😗

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wheredafandomat · 1 year

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Carnal desires

Loki x female reader

18+| contains smut, a lot of smut and like barely any plot. My smut feels so repetitive 🙄 or is it just meeee?? Anyways I thought let’s change it up a bit with diff scenarios - these will be very random 😂

Scenario: imagine you and Loki being at some kind of party together maybe with friends etc and the drunker you both get the more you’re giving each other the eye, the I wanna tear your clothes off and bang you right here eyes but you know you can’t so you occasionally smile knowing that as soon as you get home it’s game over.

“I think we’re going to head home now.” You announce, refusing the shot being offered to you by Natasha.

“Home? The nights just beginning.” She insists, looking around at your peers for support.

“Me and Loki need to be up early tomorrow” you lie “besides, I’ve already had too much to drink.”

“Yes, me too.” Loki agreed, wondering why you both had to be up tomorrow.

“Yep, so we better be going.” You smile politely at everyone, grabbing Loki’s hand before dragging him out of the club and slamming your lips onto his in a kiss that leaves you both dizzy.

“Why do we have to be up early tomorrow?” He asks breathlessly.

“We don’t.” You answer, kissing him again before breaking the kiss to order an Uber.

The whole journey you and Loki barely pull apart, either kissing each other or subtly touching hoping that the driver is none the wiser. The more your lips moved against one another’s, the slower the kiss was as if you were savoring the flavour of whisky on his tongue. His lips moved to your neck as your head fell back against the headrest behind you, granting him further access as your eyes fell closed before feeling the car come to a stop.

“Loki, baby, we’re home.” You spoke, making him look up at you as the driver cut his eye at you in the rear view mirror.

“Home.” He repeated, pausing his administrations before getting out of the car and almost falling as he sped to your side of the car, opening the door. You stepped out, Loki offering his arm for support as you walked back towards the apartment.

The elevator ride up was passed with giggling and quick pecks before you finally reached home. You struggled putting the key in the door as Loki kissed your neck from behind you. Once you were finally inside, you almost tripped in before Loki caught you, spinning you around to face him before pulling you into a passionate kiss. He pressed you against the wall, tilting his head to deepen the kiss, kicking the door closed in the process.

“I’ve been waiting for this all night.” He spoke between kisses, unbuttoning his shirt, the both of you sobering up a little at the prospect of finally being able to give into your carnal desires. “You have no idea how hard it was to keep my hands off of you.” He continued, leaving open mouth kisses across your collar bones. You pushed his shirt off of him before running your hand down his bare chest, reveling in the feeling of finally being able to touch his skin. Your hand ventured lower before you moved it against his growing length still covered by his trousers.

“Oh I think I have an idea.” You grinned as Loki lifted your dress. You helped free his cock knowing that this was going to be a quick, hard fuck. There wasn’t going to be any pleasantries exchanged, this was going to be two people chasing their orgasms like a moth to a flame. Your head fell back against the wall behind you as he lifted one of your legs, securing it against his waist as he used his free hand to venture between your thighs.

“You didn’t wear any panties” he almost cooed “good girl.”

You bit your lip at the praise, hearing the sound of his fingers gliding through your slick folds. You continued palming him before he retracted his fingers, spreading your arousal along his length before pressing it against your entrance. Your lips met as he entered you. He set a fast pace, fucking you against the wall as your moans filled the space. His hand crashed against the wall next to your head as he steadied himself, feeling your walls gripping him. His head fell into the crook of your neck as he continued moving against you. You were both so close, Loki panting in your ear as you dug your nails into his back, moaning his name.

“I’m gonna cum.” He spoke in your ear, licking the shell of it as you spoke incoherently, saying a variation of the same. He thrust a few more times before stilling his movements, shooting his load deep inside of you spurring on your own orgasm. You stayed like that for a few moments, unmoving, basking in your joint high before you felt a mixture of you both leaking out of you as Loki began to pull out. You smiled to yourself knowing that sex like this was always followed by a shower together.

Scenario: imagine inviting Loki over for dinner at your parents house before they suggest you both stay the night considering it’s late now and home is a long drive away.

“Loki we can’t” you insisted, deciding to give him a hand job instead of the full throttle which is what you both truly desired “my parents are right next door.”

“Then we’re just going to have to be very quiet aren’t we.” He winked, turning his head towards you and kissing you.

“We can’t.” You said again, breaking the kiss as you tried to stroke him to completion knowing that feeling his erection against you all night was going to make you give in and ride him to the high heavens so it was better this way.

“Say you don’t want to and we won’t.” He assured, looking into your eyes lovingly as you narrowed your gaze at the annoyingly handsome man. Of course you wanted to. Wordlessly, you stopped the movement of your hand around his cock and kissed him. Loki made his way on top of you, pressing you against the bed as you widened your legs, welcoming him between them. Reaching between you both, Loki pulled your panties to the side as his cock rested against your hipbone.

“Are you sure?” He whispered, looking down at you.

“Gosh, yes.” You stressed before Loki smiled, mostly to himself and entered you slowly. You instantly regretted this, the feeling euphoric as he bottomed out. It was going to be torture to keep silent.

“You feel so good.” He grunted, thrusting into you.

“Shh.” You answered, eyes tightly shut as you tried to focus on not making a sound. He moved slowly, not wanting the headboard to bang against the wall but it made the feeling even more overwhelming. He filled you completely, barely pulling out before filling you again. You felt him everywhere, shrouding you as you bit into his shoulder trying to stifle your moans. He moved his hips differently, grinding into you as your eyes flew open.

“Fuckk Lokii.” You panted.

“Shh.” He warned cheekily, continuing his movements as you clenched your walls around him causing his eyes to roll backwards. Before long he was whispering in your ear, telling you how perfect you were, how good you felt as you quietly moaned, your climax threatening to consume you. One of your hands played with his hair as he increased his pace, his words turning into breathy moans as you both lost control. Needless to say, Loki was never invited to stay over again.

Scenario: now imagine being an Avenger and avenger Loki takes a bullet for you during a mission. Despite being on the same team, you didn’t get along very well so this was shocking to say the least and definitely definitely erotic.

Once you got back from the mission, Loki was carried away to the infirmary whilst you followed along, wanting to ensure he was alright considering he had lost a lot of blood. Despite being shot, he asked you if you were alright after shoving you out of the way of the bullet which left you falling to the floor. You quickly nodded before his leg gave way, sending him to the ground as you called for backup. Since then, you had been comforting him on the journey home despite not being on the best of terms with Loki most of the time.

“Y/n, we’ll take it from here.” Banner stopped you, gesturing to himself and the nurse accompanying him.

“No, I want to go in too, I promised.” You insisted, strangely protective of Loki.

“You can visit him once he’s stable.” He stated, Steve pulling you backwards before you gave up, knowing he was in safe hands. Ignoring whatever pep talk Steve was giving you, you made your way to your room, slamming the door behind you before making your way into the shower.

The water streamed through your hair and down your body as you replayed the mission. If you weren’t so careless with your danger perception, Loki would be fine right now. This was all your fault.

You changed into some comfortable clothes before making your way back to the medwing where Thor was leaving Loki’s room. You felt nauseous, expecting Thor to reprimand you for allowing his brother to be harmed but instead he hugged you.

“I’m so glad you’re alright.” He spoke into the crook of your neck as you hugged him back.

“How’s Loki?” You asked, confused as to why Thor wasn’t angry.

“He’s fine, just asleep, however Banner said that if the bullet had hit you, it probably would have been fatal.” He continued as you paled.

“Fatal.” You uttered, shocked at the prospect of having potentially died today.

“It was vibranium, it would have severed your artery and gone straight through you. You humans are very fragile, too mortal.”

“Oh” you answered, still shocked “yes.”

“But don’t fret” he beamed, breaking the hug “you’re healthy and Loki is fine, he’s already healing.”

“Good.” You smiled.

“Come on, let’s go get something to eat, he’ll be awake later on and you’ve probably not eaten since breakfast.” Thor suggested. You went with him, thinking about how Loki had saved your life.

Once you had eaten, you went back down to the infirmary hoping that Loki was awake now. Through the blinds you could already see that he was. You knocked the door before pushing it open, eyes meeting Loki’s.

“You know you really are stupid.” You spoke.

“Oh no, I know” he dismissed, waving one of his hands “I take a bullet for the girl and she berates me.” He huffed, causing you to smile, him mirroring it.

“How are you?” You asked, making your way to him.

“Well my thigh is killing me and now I’ve got to call the nurse to change the dressing.” He answered.

“Oh don’t bother calling the nurse, I’ll do it.” You offered knowing it was the least you could do.

“You can change a dressing?” He asked incredulously.

“You can change a dressing” you mocked, mimicking him “yes I can change a dressing, I can also stitch together a wound and roundhouse kick you to the floor.” You warned.

“Oo, scary.” He grinned.

“Come on, let me see.” You prompted, sitting at the edge of the bed as he uncovered his thigh. You were intrigued by how much it had healed already and couldn’t help but run your hand around the area. Loki watched you as you stared down at the cut intensely before feeling your hand just a little too high causing him to flinch.

“Stop!”

“Sorry.” You quickly apologised leaving him regretting his outburst.

“I didn’t mean to snap, it’s just—” he began before pausing.

“Yes?”

“I’m-I’m a little—sensitive.” He rushed out.

“oh OH oh, sorry, yes of course.” You answered, ignoring how flushed you felt at the realisation before you exchanged an awkward smile with Loki and began setting out the things you needed from his bedside table.

Loki bit the inside of his cheek as he tried to focus on remaining as flaccid as he could despite how tenderly you were touching him. It felt impossible, like pushing a huge boulder up a mountain although, he was sure he could muster up enough seidir to do even that unlike this. Sweat began beading on his forehead, his teeth digging into his bottom lip as he wondered how long this was going to take. He tried to remove his focus from you and your dainty little hands and how they’d look caressing him and focus on something more morbid instead. Asgard burning, No, NO, he scolded himself thinking about how much he’d like that. Right, think of something else, he began internally until you interrupted.

“Um” you uttered, just above a whisper noticing that Loki was now sporting a semi. Hearing you, Loki was aghast as he realised.

“Oh norns, y/n, I’m so sorry.” He apologised.

“No it’s fine, it’s nice—NATURAL, it’s natural” you quickly corrected yourself before dropping the gauze which fell under the bed. Huffing, you made your way onto the floor to pick them back up before lifting your head and realising that you were now kneeling between Loki’s legs, eye level with his erection. You glanced up at him as he looked down at you with an unreadable expression as you began talking, unable to stop yourself. “Well considering this is all my fault” you began, running your hand up his uninjured thigh “maybe I should take care of your little problem.”

“Little?” Loki scoffed before apologising as you rolled your eyes.

Licking your lips, you freed his cock, moving your hand up and down it soothingly as Loki released a breath. Moving closer, you lowered your head before licking the tip of his cock, reveling in the taste of him. You took him in your mouth, flicking the tip with your tongue as Loki began to pant. One of his hands bunched up into she sheet below him as you sucked his cock, picking up his free hand and placing it against the back of your head to guide your movements.

“Oh y/n, who knew you were so naughty” he sniggered, hips thrusting up a little as you deepthroated him “naughty naughty girl.”

You wrapped your hand around the base of his length, looking up at him as you sucked just the tip, a smirk painting his face. You continued until you felt his body tensing, hips stuttering as he came into your mouth, you swallowing.

“Good girl.” He praised, wiping the corner of your mouth as you released him, standing back up. “Well that’s one way of thanking me” he smiled “I should take bullets more often.”

“Don’t breathe a word of this to anybody.” You warned.

“Of course.” He assured before you spun on your heels to leave and relieve the tension growing in your abdomen at the sight of Loki’s erect cock let alone the taste.

“Y/n wait” he called after you, “the wound.” But you were already gone.

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Be My Little Darling - Chapter 10

Chapter 9 Chapter 11

Pairing: Loki x Black!Fem!reader / Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+. Minors DNI. You are in charge of your own reading experience. Some smut. ANGST. PIV, dirty talk, use of magic, and heavy mentions of survivor's guilt, negative self-talk, violence. Brief mention of suicidal ideation in a joking manner (It's never funny, please seek help), Soft Loki, bit of fluff and cute domestic things.

Summary: Loki is the exclusive owner of the hottest club in New Asgard. Dubbed the Nine Realms, each of the nine rooms represent a different realm. You are his second in command, working the floors and ensuring everyone is having fun. Loki is nothing if not a man on a mission to not only win your heart but also make some headway about this saboteur.

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A/N: I miss the Loki show already! I missed you lovelies! Something about this man just eats me alive. I can't believe we're halfway there to the end! Thank you so much for continuing to ride for this series! Likes are always awesome. Please consider commenting and reblogging to help support writers! I block ageless blogs!

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“Are you alright, Darling?”

He knew fuck well you were not alright. True to his word, there was plenty more to come. Loki had stamina for days, waking you up periodically through the night so he could thrust back into you and deliver more orgasms.

You moaned as he laid you on your left side, facing a mirror you hadn’t known was there. It figured that he’d have a full length mirror right next to the bed, the vain prick.

He slipped back in and pressed his chest to your back. His face was near your ear so you heard every moan and sigh that escaped his beautiful mouth. “Look at us, Darling,” Loki moaned.

You opened your eyes and looked at the picture of you two. Loki was pressed into you, your right leg held up by his hand and pulled open for him to move inside of you. He had slowed his strokes so that they were deep and full. You felt every glide and every inch of him.

“Gods,” you moaned. Your pleasure had been driven to heights you only read about. He kept you in a perpetual state of bliss. You almost didn’t mind the lack of sleep. If you were being awakened for dick, could you really complain?

“Right here, Darling,” Loki said. He kissed your cheek and looked at your face in the mirror. You looked as well. You were thoroughly fucked out. Your hair was a mess, deep lines on your skin from the pillows and sheets. Your lips were swollen from all of his kisses. You were marked and claimed by him.

Your eyes traveled to him. His hair was all over the place, slicked back too many times in his desperate need to keep it from his face. You left deep, red welts on his shoulders and back from the times that he hit your G-spot and you were unprepared.

After each time, he whispered, “one more”, and you were unable to form a denial. You wanted to please him. You wanted that look on his face. The face he was making now. As if in between your thighs was the closest to Valhalla he’ll get for now.

The wet squelches from your combined fucking was still like sweet music to your ears. It drove your arousal higher, pushed you to sink onto his dick hungrily. Greedily. Your pleasure built in your belly, cresting higher and higher. You raced after it, pulling it within your grasp.

“Oh Loki, Loki,” you moaned as the wave moved over you. You moaned his name over and over as your body jerked and twisted.

Loki kissed your neck and cheek. He moaned your real name as he released himself inside of you for the hundredth time that night. Loki placed soft kisses to your shoulder and back as he softened and pulled himself out of you.

He dropped down onto the bed, out of breath and wrung out. You couldn’t move an inch. You panted and heaved as you looked at yourself post orgasm. You felt beautiful and sinful. You felt seen in ways you hadn’t for the past five years. He helped you do that. But it was still you.

The parts of you that you hid deep down inside were still there. You weren’t broken. It wasn’t too late to become that woman again. You smiled tiredly at your reflection. Earth may not be Asgard, but Asgard had always been its people. And you were still here.

A warm cloth between your legs made you yelp. You were incredibly sensitive. One more fucking round and you’d simply die. Loki chuckled and kissed you while he cleaned you up. He toyed with you, going extra slow around your clit. You groaned.

“No more, please,” you begged.

Loki chuckled again and kissed your cheek. “I had five years to make up for, Darling,” he said.

“Liar. You didn’t start the club until a year after we arrived,” you said.

“And I wanted you before even then,” he said.

That did give you enough strength to roll over and face him. He faced you, head resting on his elbow, as he looked you in the eyes.

“Bullshit,” you said.

“All these years and you still don’t think I’m capable of the truth,” he said and shook his head. His finger idly traced patterns across your belly and thighs. You watched him closely to make sure he wasn’t trying to get you going again. Seriously, you couldn’t.

“You’re capable when it suits you,” you said.

“And it suits me now. You were in town, shopping, and I was securing my permits. I left the building and you were across the street, talking to the baker. You wore…a blue dress. Sandals. Hair pulled up and I thought you were the most gorgeous thing I’d ever seen,” he said.

You stared at him. You thought back to the dozens of times you went to the baker. He was Asgardian and made the pastries you liked. You were working a dead end job you hated, wishing for something more. The pastries were a luxury you really couldn’t afford but you couldn’t resist.

“You remember that?” You asked. You usually had more situational awareness. Loki held a presence unlike any other. You’d be able to pick him out of a thousand clones. But you hadn’t realized he was on the street.

You assumed the princes were off doing…whatever princes did when there was no throne to rule from. Meetings, logistics, and the like.

“How could I not?” He asked. “I remembered that the only thing I wanted to do was talk to you. But you looked so sad. And the pastries brought you such comfort. I didn’t want to interrupt,” he said.

Now, you sat up and turned towards him. His hand moved down to your hip, still tracing patterns. “Since when do you care about interrupting?”

Loki smiled. “The way you speak about me, I’d think I was a monster,” he said with a cheeky wink.

You rolled your eyes. “You’re not getting free compliments, so stop,” you said.

He grinned. “I stood there and looked at you. When you left, the sadness returned. I figured we were all still recovering from Thanos, so the last thing you needed was a failed prince to bother you,” he said.

You narrowed your eyes at him. You rubbed your head. There was just…no way that he saw you when you hadn’t known he was there. It bordered on stalking the way you would yearn for any glimpse of him every time you got to attend a feast at the palace. The way you would crane your neck and watch, transfixed, as he strolled in with shorter hair and his brother.

He was always smiling, always grinning, always moving around without a care in the world. You used to pray to the gods that he’d look your way just once and see you. He never did of course. Too busy looking at Thor. Everyone always did.

“So when I came in for the job and you hired me on the spot?”

“I wasn’t going to pass up a chance to see you every day,” he said.

“Loki! Did I get it because I was qualified or you wanted some ass?” You asked. You smacked his shoulder. He moved back as if you put any real weight behind it. He grinned at you.

“Because you were qualified. I am a reputable business owner and wanting a chance at that sweet, sexy pussy of yours would be against policy,” he said. Straight face and everything.

You were probably going to have to see a doctor from all the squinting you were doing. This was insane. But…you chose to believe him. He could come up with a better lie than that. So…it had to be the truth. He did see you and wanted you way before you thought.

Heat pulsed through you and you sank down onto the bed, feeling giddy. This was so silly. It was like you had a crush all over again. But you probably never really grew out of it where he was concerned.

“Okay, I choose to believe you,” you said.

He leaned down and kissed your breast. “I’m glad,” he said.

“Don’t you start!” You said, moving away from him. He scooted closer.

“I seem to recall you agreeing that I could have you whenever and wherever?”

You were on the edge of the bed and there was no more room left to run. Loki crowded your personal space and kissed you, at his leisure, his hand back on your hip.

“That was the heat of the moment, can’t stand up in human court,” you murmured as he kissed along your jaw.

He nipped at your jaw and you hissed from the bite of pain. “Verbal contracts are still binding, Darling. You know that,” he said.

“Fine, twist my arm,” you said.

Loki grinned. “I will have mercy just this once. But make no mistake. I will make good on my promises,” he said.

“Threats more like it,” you said. You tried to give him a stern look. But he was so damn cute laying there with his dark hair, in his home that smelled uniquely like him. You were truly in trouble here.

“Is it still a threat if I threaten you with pleasure?” He asked.

“How are you still capable of moving? I want to sleep for a week,” you said. Even now as you spoke and moved, you were thoroughly sore. The places that he gripped you were raw with his fingerprints. The places that he suckled and kissed you were patches of soreness. Your pussy still throbbed from all the pleasure wrung out of you. It was a miracle you were still awake.

“I have longed for this, Darling. I do not wish to see it end so soon,” he said. He didn’t look at you as he said it. Instead, his eyes were focused on caressing your hip.

“Hey,” you said. You nudged him until he dragged his eyes from your hip. “No more running. I want this and I want you,” you said.

Loki smiled, his eyes crinkling in the corners. This man really had no idea, did he? He could spin a thousand tales and you’d still want him. Crave him. Lo-like him. You bit your lip at that mental slip.

“What’s wrong?” Loki asked.

You kissed him instead of answering. You ran your tongue across his lips. He moaned as his hand clutched your hip. “Thought you were done?”

“Can’t I kiss you without it turning to more?” You asked.

“Never,” he said.

You rolled your eyes. Your stomach chose that moment to rumble. Loudly. You buried your face in his shoulder with a groan. He only laughed.

“I have been a poor host. I will make something for us,” he said. He kissed your head and ordered you to stay there while he left the room. You watched his ass as he moved about flawlessly. You couldn’t, you simply couldn’t, but damn if he didn’t make you want to hop back on his dick and ride him until sunrise.

You were almost asleep when he entered the room carrying a tray. On it, there was french toast, bacon, and eggs. “You didn’t have to make all of this!”

“Yes, I did,” he said. He placed the tray on the bed and you shared the meal, talking about nothing and everything. After, you relaxed against the bed and talked some more until you were both too tired to keep moving your jaws. If only you could communicate by mind.

You both climbed under the covers and you fell asleep in his warm embrace, content for the first time in ages.

In the morning, you slowly awoke to soft light coming through his curtains. Loki sighed and pulled you closer. You smiled and snuggled into him.

“Careful, Darling,” he said.

Holy hell, if you thought his voice was sexy before? His sleep-rough voice would melt your panties if he hadn’t torn them off of you. While you wanted to tease him, you also knew that you couldn’t follow through. So you settled down and kissed his arm around you.

“Good morning, Loki,” you said sweetly.

“Good morning, Darling,” he said with a soft chuckle. He kissed the back of your head.

“Oh no,” you said. Dread pooled in your gut as you thought about the new day and what it meant. What the hell were you going to tell your crew? You could hear Honey’s laughter now.

“What is it?” He asked.

“What are we going to tell everyone?” You asked.

“We can say however much you want or how little you want. But they will know you’re mine,” he said. He tightened his grip around your middle to emphasize his point. You rolled your eyes even though you squealed on the inside.

“Loki, be serious. What are you gonna do? Fuck me with the door open again?”

“If I please,” he said. You could hear the grin in his voice and you rolled your eyes again. He really was incorrigible.

“Loki…” You groaned. He didn’t understand. The rules for him were different from the rules for you. He was a god and could do damn well whatever he pleased. You on the other hand, people would only assume what you asked last night. Did you get the job on your knees or on your back?

“It matters not. We’re not going in today anyway,” Loki said.

You rolled over and he peeked at you. “We’re going to into town to speak with the King. She might know who we’re dealing with.”

“Why would she know?” You asked.

“I’ve been looking at the cards left behind by our saboteur. Only two, same card stock. Magically created. The King was the foremost expert in Asgardian security, she might shed some light.”

You lifted an eyebrow at him. “Nice to see you were resting while we sorted out the rooms,” you said.

He smiled and shrugged. “Seize the day. We could make a day of it,” he said.

“Loki, are you asking me on a date?” You asked.

“No. You’ll know when I’m asking you on a date. But I would like your company on this errand,” he said.

You sighed and rolled your eyes to the ceiling. He was so damn infuriating. And yet…

“How am I supposed to get home without any clothes?” You asked.

Loki grinned and pulled back the covers to look at your naked body. His blue eyes got wider, taking you all in. You squirmed beneath his perusal.

“Is it my fault you showed up without any clothes?”

“I wasn’t expecting you to rip them off of me,” you said.

“You offer me a present and I don’t get to unwrap it? That hardly seems fair,” he said. He pouted and you slapped his shoulder with a laugh.

“I’m being serious, Loki,” you said.

“As am I. Besides, can’t you conjure clothes?” Loki asked.

“What? No. I can only conjure weapons,” you said.

He looked at you and frowned. “Have you ever tried?”

You opened your mouth to tell him of course you had, but…well, shit, have you? You had an affinity for weapons and that was all you ever knew. It didn’t occur to you to try different constructs.

“I can’t remember,” you said.

“While we’re on about it, is that the only magic you know how to do? Are you more in-line with my power?”

You scooted closer and planted a kiss on his cheek. “No one can compare to the oh so powerful, oh so dreadful, the charming and devilishly handsome god, Loki,” you said. You peppered kisses in between your words and Loki’s face lit up with delight. You could get used to him like this. Happy and open and carefree. You really liked seeing this side of him.

“Flattery gets you everywhere, Darling. But I think we should make some time to see what you can do,” he said.

You shrugged. Why not?

“In the meantime…” Loki got out of bed and held his hand out to you. He pulled you into the bathroom where he pleaded for, “just one more”, and you couldn’t resist him. Afterwards, he conjured a brand new black suit for him and a black plaid dress for you, with green and gold lines intersecting. He even conjured you up some kick ass boots that gave you some height but still nowhere near him.

He looked over your outfit with a manic gleam in his eyes. “Down boy!”

He pouted as you left his place and walked towards your car. You offered to drive you into town and he refused. Something about being a proper host. Instead, he had his own car. A sleek truck that was too tall for you to climb into. He helped you into the passenger seat and then soon, you were on your way into town.

Once in town, he parked on the outskirts and you walked towards the main City building. People were bustling about doing their shopping. Tourists were in town sharing jokes and ales with the local Asgardians. It was…sweet to see everyone hanging out and talking and getting along. You missed this.

“Come along, Darling,” Loki said. He kept his hands in his pockets as you walked towards the City building. His shoulders hunched forward. Guess there will be no holding hands today. Was he the holding hands type? You weren’t sure. Why did you want to hold his hand anyway? It was stupid and childish.

You clenched your hands into fists and walked beside him. He held the door for you as you went inside. The atmosphere inside the building was homey and comfortable. A far cry from the glitz and glamor of the palace back home.

You looked towards Loki. Maybe that was his problem. Maybe he missed Asgard as much as everyone else. Except, he had no one to tell that to. He did so much shit trying to bring it down, embarrass Odin or Thor, or cause mischief. Maybe he thinks people won’t want to hear how he misses it.

Loki made a beeline towards the main hall. Inside, aides rushed to and fro as King Valkyrie sat at the head of the table. She looked positively miserable.

She was gorgeous as always. Flawless skin, locs twisted up in a lazy hairdo, and a smart suit to rival Loki’s black one. He made his look classy and debonaire. She made hers look painted on, effortless, and sexy.

She looked up as the brown uniform doors closed behind you. She smirked at you but her eyes turned icy towards Loki.

“To what do I owe this pleasure?” Her smooth voice called out.

Loki smiled and opened his arms. The picture of innocence. Right. Like cats are innocent.

“We have a dilemma that I was hoping you could help with,” Loki said.

“Is the club not keeping you busy enough as is?” King Valkyrie asked.

Gods, she was gorgeous. You were nervous as hell. On Asgard, you were lucky to attend a few feasts. You never would have gotten that close to the family, let alone Odin himself. To be this close to King Valkyrie was nerve wracking.

Loki produced the two cards with “Remember” and “Vengeance” written on it. The King stood up and took the cards from his hand. She turned them over and looked at Loki.

“What of it?” She asked.

“Do you recognize anything about it? Anything at all? There’s a…saboteur at the club,” Loki admitted.

The King walked around the open space, light from the windows hitting her coral skin. She studied the two cards as she moved around, humming to herself. “A saboteur? You say?” She asked.

She walked closer to you and looked at you. “What do you think?”

Your words died in your throat. You looked towards Loki who nodded. Like that fucking did anything. You took a deep breath. “Causing a lot of issues for us. It’s annoying. No one’s gotten hurt that much. But enchanting our customers, one of our performers’ legs went through the floor, and switched our rooms around,” you explained.

“Heavy magic involved. All to mess with…you,” the King turned towards Loki and pointed.

“We know that already. But why the cards? My enemies are usually more direct,” Loki said.

“Now that you mention it, I’ve heard some of the locals talk about legends around here. But those are just stories,” King Valkyrie said. She moved back towards the windows and looked at the cards.

“What kind of legends?” Loki asked.

“Just stories, I’m sure.”

Loki smiled and rolled his neck. “My King, I am very desperate to catch this person.”

King Valkyrie looked at you and made a surprised face. Yeah, you thought you’d drop dead before you heard those words from his lips. You supposed this was getting to Loki more than he let on. Once you had him to yourself again, you were going to make him talk to you. Keeping all this shit bottled up was going to eat him alive.

“Fine,” King Valkyrie said. She hopped onto the table and faced them. “There is a legend around here of a disfigured man who used to live up on the hill where the club now resides. The locals treated him as you would expect, horribly. They harassed the poor man until he went insane. They wouldn’t let him sleep. Kids would jangle chains outside his bedroom windows at night.”

As she spoke, you swore the clouds chose that exact moment to blot out the sun. The room turned a shade darker. Shadows played across King Valkyrie’s features. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say she had magic of her own.

“You haven’t heard the chains yet, have you?” She asked.

You and Loki looked at each other and then at her. You shook your heads at the same time.

“Good, that’s good. Well, you see, more bad things happened to this man until he vowed to take revenge on every living descendant who dared bother him. He prayed to the gods to make him as strong as Odin, as clever as Loki, and as bold as Thor,” she continued.

You stepped forward, engrossed in the story. That poor man. You couldn’t imagine being hounded like that. Your heart ached for him.

“I have no beef with a disfigured man from human history,” Loki said.

“Your club sits on his land. You mock him with your den of sin. His home. You flaunt your pretty boy looks and lure unsuspecting tourists to your club,” King Valkyrie said and shrugged. “Remember? Vengeance?” She waved the cards around.

Loki sighed and approached her, taking the cards out of her hands. “What’s the real story?”

King Valkyrie broke into laughter and clapped her hands. “How did you know?”

You gasped and looked towards the King. You quickly shut your mouth and made your face blank. You would not admit to anyone that you fell for her story. Hey, she was a freakin’ Valkyrie who told a good story. You’d believe her too.

“I am the God of Mischief,” Loki said. He tucked the cards into his coat pocket.

King Valkyrie sighed. “Fine. It’s so dreadfully boring here. For the cards, I am stumped, same as you. Never came across the like. You might want to speak to Heimdall,” King Valkyrie said.

Loki hissed and rolled his eyes. You raised an eyebrow at him in silent questioning.

“Loki thinks Heimdall is still pissed about slipping his gaze,” the King supplied.

“Why am I not surprised,” you muttered. Loki shrugged with a smirk. You had no idea what you were going to do with this man. You walked over to him, careful to keep your distance, and looked him in the eye.

“Are we not desperate? What can Heimdall do now?” You asked.

“Do not underestimate him,” Loki said.

Okay, you two definitely needed to sit down somewhere and discuss whatever the hell you’re missing there. You needed all of the gossip, like right now. You gave Loki a pointed look and he sighed.

“Fine, fine. Let’s go, Darling,” Loki said.

“Hey, come back and visit anytime. Bring a drink next time! Or a bloody sword to end my life,” King Valkyrie called after you.

You turned back and waved to the King and then felt incredibly stupid for doing so. You inwardly groaned. She’d never invite you back if you continued to do weird shit.

Loki stopped outside of the City building, frozen to the spot. You nudged him. He stared off into the distance, barely acknowledging your presence.

“Loki? What is it?” You asked.

Loki’s jaw clenched, continuing to stare off. You followed his line of sight, squinting into the sun. Some distance away, at a pub, Thor was pushed out of the doorway. He was laughing with someone, slapping the smaller man on the back. Each slap of his massive paw caused the man to bowl forward.

You hissed as you took in the state of your prince. He was chubby, wearing…checkered pajama pants that looked dirty and a sweat-stained sweatshirt. His once golden hair was now flaxen like wheat, thick beard unkempt and matted.

“Oh,” you sighed. You hadn’t thought…you had no idea…

You looked towards Loki. He stared at his brother across the way, guilt etched into his features. Again, you felt out of the loop but that was for another time. You wrapped your hand around Loki’s arm. You nudged him.

“Hey,” you said softly. Loki shook himself as if emerging from a trance. He smiled at you.

“Come, we’ll see Heimdall tomorrow,” he said. He put his head down and started walking forward. You stopped him and moved until you could look at his face.

“Don’t you want to say hi to your brother?” You asked.

“Stay out of it, Darling,” Loki said.

“But, he’s right there. Clearly hurting. How long has he been like this?” You asked.

“Leave it,” Loki said.

“But shouldn’t we help him? Has he talked to anyone–”

“I said, drop it, Darling! You’ve no idea what you’re talking about. None! He’s…fine. He’s grieving like the rest of us,” Loki snapped.

You took a step back from the vehemence in Loki’s sapphire eyes. “Darling–”

You lifted a hand. “I’ve tolerated a lot of shit from you, Loki. But you don’t ever speak to me like that.”

“I’m sorry–”

You lifted another hand. “I’ll find my own way home,” you said.

“Please,” he said. He called your name and you turned away from him. You will not let this man see more of your tears. You knew on a rational level that he was not mad at you. It wasn’t personal. But that was no excuse to talk to you like that. You were asking an innocent question.

You looked toward Thor once more. He had a bottle of ale in his hand and he was stumbling down the road. The town drunk. You won’t presume to know what happened there or why he was like this now. It’s not like you two were friends or that you had checked up on him these past five years.

You’d asked about him plenty of times, since Loki always seemed so down after going into town. You assumed that sometimes he saw his brother. Maybe he didn’t. Maybe he spent these past five years hiding like everyone else. Trying to pick up the pieces left behind in Thanos’ wake.

What did you know? Besides, Loki needed to cool down and you did not want to be around him right now. You were liable to truly hurt his feelings. Your own anger simmered. One night of bliss and it turned into such a shit show.

You mentally kicked yourself. You knew sleeping with him was a mistake. Sex only ever complicated things and it was bullshit. Thinking with your pussy rather than your head. You kept your head down for five fucking years and threw it all away, for what? For one night of sexual gratification?

Ugh. You were disgusted with yourself. You crossed your arms and walked down the road. You were aware of Loki’s gaze on you but you refused to turn around. You didn’t want to deal with this shit. You didn’t ask for it. And you certainly didn’t ask to babysit Loki’s hangups.

You walked home more confused and angry than you knew what to do with. How could you face him now? How did you begin to fix this? Whatever the hell this was?

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Loki x female reader (AU) / 18+

Chapter 9

Chapter 8

Warnings: contains angst, fluff, smut, unprotected sex, alcohol and cigarette consumption, soft!dom/sub vibes, some drama, morally grey stuff. Maybe a bit of a filler chapter but necessary for the plot! I hope you enjoy.

While driving in his green Jaguar through the crowded streets of Downtown Manhattan, Loki tried to stay calm. The sunny weather didn't fit his mood. He couldn't stop thinking about last night and what had happened. He could still feel your kisses on his lips, your touches on his body, and he also couldn't forget the way you looked at him and how you made him feel. With your beguiling charm and your incredible art of seduction, you even made him submit to you. To show his submissive side was something he had never done that easily before. But when he finally decided to open up to you further and to give you not only his body but his heart too, you ran away, left him alone, leaving this letter for him. A letter full of heartache and pain, desperation and fear.

After you had this breakdown and cried in his arms, he hoped you'd open up to him as well and that you'd possibly tell him what made you feel so sad and hurt. He was wrong, maybe it was too soon and you two were not close enough to each other yet for such deep conversations. But he wanted you, he wanted you in his arms, in his heart and his life. And for that, he'd do anything so the most important thing was now to find you, no matter what. How was he supposed to not search for you when you were maybe in danger? Why didn't you ask him to help you? He would've given the money to you without hesitation, without demanding anything from you for this favour.

One day you will have forgotten me…

This sentence of yours echoed in his head. He could never forget you. Against all odds, you had grown to his heart, and he loved and craved you even more now. The blackmailing thing made him feel sick and drove him crazy. Who was doing this to you, his precious girl? He was so afraid that you could've left New York already before he got the chance to talk to you. He had so many questions.

Short time later, Loki arrived at the building where REA had its office and he left the car park with fast, long steps. He couldn't get fast enough to Rhea, not even knowing if she was already in the office because it was quite early in the morning. Loki pressed the doorbell and shortly after, the door opened and he entered the welcoming office. Light jazz and soul music and the smell of freshly brewed coffee conjured an incomparable and comfortable atmosphere. Everything in here was classy-modern and elegant but it didn't calm his nerves down. Inwardly he was scared and deeply worried but he wouldn't show it to anyone, especially not to Rhea, your boss. He was sure, according to your letter, she didn't know anything about the trouble you were in and he would never expose you to anyone.

“Good morning, Sir. How can I be of help?” Rhea greeted him kindly and offered her hand for a handshake, visibly impressed by the raven-haired, attractive man in black jeans, a white t-shirt and a black leather jacket in front of her. Who could blame her? When he took his sunglasses off and looked at her with bright blue eyes she blushed but kept her professional attitude up.

“Good morning… Rhea, I guess?” Loki responded and took her offered hand in his.

“Yes, I'm Rhea. Mr.Larsson, right?” She asked him, her smile getting brighter when she recognised that he was much more handsome than in the photo she got from him some time ago.

“Yes, I'm Luke Larsson. I'm sorry for showing up that early in the morning and without an appointment but it's urgent and I need you to help me quickly and efficiently,” he explained.

“No worries, Sir. Please take a seat on the couch and let me know what I can do for you. Fancy a coffee?”

“No, thanks Rhea, I'm fine. I want to get straight to the point. It's about Miss Black.”

“I hope nothing happened between you two. If you're not happy anymore with her as your escort we will try to solve your problem,” Rhea took a seat next to Loki, facing him and raising her eyebrows. She was sure there hadn't been a problem between you two at all. She knew how much you liked him.

“No, I can assure you nothing happened. I appreciate Miss Black as my escort and I definitely don't want to book another of your surely lovely escort ladies. It's just that I need an appointment with her today. I know it's extremely spontaneous but… it's urgent, you know.” Loki still tried to stay calm and cool. He was sure Rhea would make it possible to fulfill his urgent request for your company.

“Let me have a look at Miss Black's schedule,” Rhea said, already knowing the answer. She stood up from the sofa and walked over to her desk, sat down on the chair and opened her laptop. Loki waited eagerly for her answer, nervously and subconsciously playing at his fingers. A habit he nearly had forgotten but he hadn't been that nervous for a very long time. You had brought out his soft side again. He had almost forgotten that he had a softer side. He had been alone for too long before he met you.

“I'm sorry, Mr.Larsson but Miss Black isn't available for the next two weeks,” Rhea told him. She just hoped Loki would take it easy and would be open for an appointment with one of her other escorts.

“What do you mean by that?” Loki's heart began to race. He must've gotten Rhea wrong.

“I mean what I said, Miss Black isn't available in the foreseeable future.”

“That's impossible. I need to see her!”

“Sir, I think you didn't get me right. It is impossible. Miss Black is unavailable.” Rhea stayed kindly but strictly.

“But I need to see her! If it's impossible, make it possible! I have an important event to attend and I need Miss Black to accompany me,” he answered with great emphasis. That he had to attend an event was a lie but of course, he couldn't tell Rhea the real reason why he needed to meet you promptly.

“Mr.Larsson, please… I can arrange an appointment with another excellent escort lady from my agency and I promise you you won't be disappointed. I'm certain we'll find the perfect lady for you,” Rhea assured him.

“I'm sure about that, Rhea but that's not the point. I just want to date Miss Black! Only her! Why isn't she available for the next two weeks? Did she get ill? Is she fully booked? Is she going to meet other… gentlemen and why didn't she tell me?” He knew he began to sound desperate. “Please, Rhea, tell me!” He was actually desperate, a fact that made him feel uneasy. He had never been this desperate because of a woman.

“Mr.Larsson, you must know that I won't tell you anything about the bookings, the whereabouts, or any other private things of my escort ladies. Please just accept that she's not bookable for the next two weeks.,” Rhea told him strictly.

“And I tell you to accept that I need to see her. Only her. Today. No matter what! I… because I… I have a soft spot for her, I really like her,” Loki stated and his last words were not much more than a whisper. He should better hold back all those feelings.

“Obviously,” Rhea muttered under her breath and suppressed a grin.

“I beg your pardon?” He asked, frowning and trying to keep up the facade.

“Obviously, and I get that, Mr.Larsson. Miss Black is a wonderful and lovely woman,” Rhea confirmed.

“She is, indeed.” Loki took a deep breath before he continued. “So there's no chance to meet her?”

“No, Mr.Larsson. I'm genuinely sorry.”

“Could you please do me a favour then,” Loki said hesitantly, still hoping for Rhea's help even if it wasn't the kind of help he was looking for.

“Mr.Larsson, I'm asking you, please don't push it too far!”

“I'm not asking for any information. I'll pay Miss Black for the next two weeks,” Loki said, leaving no doubt that he was being serious.

“Mr.Larsson I'm not sure if you…” Loki jumped off the sofa and walked over to Rhea's desk.

“Listen, I don't want further information. I got it that she's not available… at least not for me. Regardless of whether she has appointments with other men or not, I pay for the next two weeks including the nights,” Loki interrupted her harshly.

“Mr.Larsson, please… it'll cost you a fortune and I'm not sure if Miss Black wants you to do this!” Rhea tried to intervene.

“I don't care about how much it costs me. I just care about her. Money doesn't matter, she matters. I ask you to cancel all of her appointments and to add my money to her bank account,” Loki stated demandingly. He couldn't know that you hadn't any appointment at all. He was used to always getting it his way so he was sure Rhea wouldn't discuss his plan with him further.

“Mr.Larsson, Miss Black isn't available and she's also not exclusively yours.” Rhea slowly got angry. At least it was none of her business but she wasn't sure if Loki was stalking you. She just wanted to guarantee your safety.

“Of course, she is! I pay for the time she would spend with me if she were bookable. I want her to meet me and me only. I won't discuss it with you any further!” Loki commanded. Just the tone of his voice was enough to command respect. His possessiveness and obsession with you got the better of him. Why didn't Rhea understand him? He just wanted to protect you and avoid you being forced to meet other men for money. How many men would you have to meet to earn that amount of money you needed for that damn blackmail? He could easily give the money to you but for some reason, you hadn't asked him for help and refused to take his money without working for it. He wanted to give it to you unconditionally and so he had no other choice than to do it this way. You would never have to meet other men again or worse, sleep with them. Men who didn't know how to treat you right, with decency and all the respect you deserved. The sheer thought of them touching you or worse, touching you intimately, drove him crazy and made him fume with anger. And besides this, you were his and his only. But he better stay calm. He wanted Rhea to cooperate with him and so he returned to a nicer tone.

“Rhea, please do me that favour. If you can't do it for me then do it for her. Please! She doesn't have to do anything about it. I won't ask for anything in return. I just want her to be safe.” Desperation overcame him again and he wished he could still hold you in his arms like he did last night. Damn, why didn't you stay and ask him for help? Why did you run away from him?

“That's pretty selfless, Mr.Larsson.”

“Call it what you want, I just care about her wellbeing. She doesn't belong… here,” and he let his gaze wander around the office and emphasized it with a sweeping motion of his arms. “She deserves a life of safety and happiness.”

“Exactly what everyone else here thinks,” Rhea muttered under her breath.

“What did you say?”

“Nothing, Mr.Larsson. I'll do what you're wishing for. But I doubt Miss Black will be fond of it.” Rhea knew it was often fishy when it came to men wanting to pay lots of money for escorts or call girls and pretend not to want anything in return. She didn't think Loki was one of them but you never knew. She also sensed that he wouldn't give up that easily and that he was very serious when it came to you. There surely was more between you two than just the ‘escort-meets-client’ thing. She could see it in his gaze.

“Fond of what? Getting the money she needs without doing anything for it? I just don't want any other guy to lust for her or touch her. She deserves better. She deserves to be treated like a queen. I might not be the right man for her but if there's something I can do for her it's that. I just want to make it easier for her.”

“It seems, our lovely Miss Black has found her Prince on the white horse, the Knight in shining armour. It's a very noble gesture, Mr.Larsson, chivalrous even.”

“I'm anything but chivalrous, Rhea, believe me. I just want her to be okay,” Loki responded humbly. “So, could you please arrange an appointment with Miss Black in two weeks, as soon as she's bookable again?” Loki was well aware that he wouldn't get any further here with Rhea.

“Of course, Mr.Larsson. No issue.” Rhea told him the next free option to meet you. At least he now had the confirmation that you were still here, somewhere in New York.

“I'm sorry that I couldn't be of more help but…I'm just doing my job, Mr.Larsson.”

“It's okay, Rhea. I know and you're doing your job very well and conscientiously. I appreciate how you protect your escort ladies. Nonetheless, thank you for your time. Have a nice day, Rhea.” Loki could barely hide his disappointment. He had hoped for a different ending to this conversation. How could he have been that naive?

“Goodbye, Mr.Larsson and thank you for your understanding and cooperation. Let me know whenever I can do something for you or when you need an escort lady in the next two weeks,” Rhea said kindly. Loki nodded once, put his sunglasses on and left the office.

Back in his car, he angrily hit the steering wheel with his flat hands. “Damn it!” And tears welled up in his eyes. “Girl, where are you?” His question echoed against the windshield and stayed unanswered. Were you in actual danger? Were you scared? Were you crying? Did you miss him or had you already forgotten him? Did you care about him and how he felt after you vanished? Did you care at all? And by the way, he still wanted his scarf back. The thought made him huff and smile. And when you give it back to him he should tie you up with said scarf to his bed and fuck you properly and relentlessly until you'd promise him to never run away again. But before that, he would kiss the heck out of you and tell you how much you had scared him, how much he had missed you and how much he loves and adores you. He needed to search for you, immediately but he didn't even know where to begin. He would drive home and make a plan as to which places he should go to look for you. If you were still in New York he would find you.

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You could barely keep your eyes open. The hour-long writing and staring at the screen of your laptop had exhausted you. Your back was achingly tensed up from sitting for hours at the table, writing your thesis. You tried to stay focused and to avoid too long breaks from studying. You were already behind schedule. The deadline would end soon and an extension of it would be impossible. Well, the day of payback and doom came closer and closer too but you pushed the thoughts of it away. You knew you couldn't do this forever, you had to face reality soon but for now, you didn't want to think about it. You'll find a solution to your problem. Soon, very soon but not now, not today.

You sighed heavily, ran your fingers through your tousled hair and buried your face in your hands. As soon as you closed your eyes, you saw him, Luke, or whatever his name was. Since you left him and his penthouse nearly a week ago you couldn't stop thinking about him. You permanently thought about his kindness, his warmth, his beauty, his tenderly demanding kisses, his skin on yours and how good he felt when he was inside of you. You missed him terribly. You didn't want to yet you did. Would he have slept with you if you hadn't asked him to do it? Possibly not. Luke was everything you ever wanted and you wished you would've met him under different circumstances.

Why couldn't you randomly have bumped into him on the streets of Manhattan? A meet-cute ending up in a café, followed by properly dating each other, would've been nice. Luke was attentive, mindful, kind, caring, affectionate, tender and incredibly erotic. The sex with him was so good and satisfying. He not only cared about his satisfaction, he cared about yours as well. Him, finger-fucking you in the limousine was the most erotic experience you've ever had so far, and not to talk about him allowing you to dominate him, later in his bedroom…and everything else afterwards. He truly saw you, he truly cared about you. He noticed and remembered everything you did, said or liked. The flowers he gave to you, the evening gown, the foot massage.

And he did all of this without even knowing you well. Luke had done everything Ralph had never done in five years. But Luke's affection, the blackmailing and your fucked up life scared you and it made you run away from him. He deserved better and not someone disgusting like you. The worst thing was you would never see Luke Larsson again. You had broken your rules, you had kissed him, a client and that was probably the most scary thing. Because breaking your rules has broken your heart… and his most likely, too. Something you didn't intend to happen, you never wanted to hurt him.

You were still denying it but you were into him. No, you were on the way to fall deeply in love with him. But you mustn't, you must forget him. He was your client and you had already gone too far with him. You were sure he would never forgive you and you hoped he had already forgotten you. You weren't any special or mattered, not at all, and certainly not to him. As much as it hurt, it was better this way.

You sighed again and tried to wipe away all those memories and visions of him. Running your fingers through your hair again, you stood up from your chair and stretched your stiff limbs. And Luke was still in your mind…and his scarf in the drawer of your dresser. You still had it. You shouldn't. You should've given it back to him already. You also shouldn't have lied to him. You didn't know how but he knew you were lying when you told him you hadn't found it on the floor of the hotel suite.

You just wanted to keep it, this little piece of silken fabric, a piece that belonged to him, a piece that gave you comfort and spread the scent of safety. His scent which you loved so much. You went straight to your dresser and took the scarf out of the drawer. You buried your nose into the silken fabric and inhaled deeply. It still smelled of him. You should better stop daydreaming and continue writing your thesis. You also should take a shower later, a cold one perhaps. You put the scarf back into the drawer, closed it and headed for the kitchen to prepare another mug of coffee. You turned some light jazz music on and continued working.

It was already 3 am when you went to bed after taking a hot shower. Cold water didn't help at all to wash him out of your system. You took Luke's scarf out of the drawer again, laid down on the bed and pulled your duvet up under your chin. You took a whiff and even though you were tired you felt arousal rise in you. You missed him and you missed his touch. Your fingers found your clit and you pleasured yourself gently but straight to a mind-numbing orgasm to get some stress relief, thinking of him.

On the other side of the Hudson, Loki laid on his bed and jerked himself fast and hard to a badly needed orgasm. He needed some relief from the pain he felt inside of him since you were gone and untraceable. His search for you in the last few days had been unsuccessful so far but you were always on his mind and tomorrow he'd continue to look for you. There were still some places he could search for you. You both didn't know that you pleasured yourselves at the same time, that you thought of each other and cried each other's names at the same time when your climaxes washed over you in the middle of the night. You were so close to each other yet so far away.

When you came down from your high you covered your eyes to keep the daylight out of your system as long as possible because the sun would rise soon. But instead of using your sleeping mask, you used Luke's scarf, covered your eyes with it and tied the two ends comfortably at the back of your head. You dropped your head in the cuddly pillow and a sigh escaped your mouth, tears brimming in your eyes.

“I miss you, Luke… and I love you,” you whispered tiredly. In the warmth of your duvet, engulfed by the quietly playing jazz music from your sound system and by the scent of his cologne, sleep finally took you.

Loki was about to fall asleep when he thought he had heard your tired voice, telling him that you missed and loved him. He knew he was just imagining it hence he hoped that you would at least come to him in his dreams.

The next morning, you were already sitting in front of your laptop again, your phone blinked and vibrated next to you on the table. You were knee-deep in writing your thesis and you weren't in the mood to answer any calls, not to talk about that you didn't have any time for it. You saw Rhea's name popping up on the display and you decided to answer the call.

“Hey, Rhea. What's up?”

“Hey, y/n. Sorry for disturbing you but… we have an issue,” Rhea explained.

“An issue? What happened?” You were curious about what she had to tell you and at the same time, you felt some anxiety arising in your gut. Did she want to sack you? That would be a catastrophe. Did Luke tell her what had happened between you two, that he was mad at you especially because of the letter you had written for him? Was it about him at all?

“It's about Mr.Larsson, dear.” Rhea sounded serious. The tight feeling in your stomach got worse.

“Mr.Larsson?”

“Yes, dear. I already waited for too long to tell you about it. Please come to the office if you can. It's urgent but I don't want to tell you about it on the phone,” she said, her tone slightly concerned.

“Okay, give me thirty minutes,” you answered, uncertain about how this meeting would end for you.

“Fine, I'll be here, waiting for you,” and you both ended the call.

“He did what? I don't understand. Who does he think he is? How DARE he? Guess I should be flattered,” you stated angrily thirty minutes later when you sat at Rhea's desk. But if you were being honest you also appreciated his concerns.

“Yeah, he doesn't want you to meet other men anymore. I suppose he cares about you, a lot.” Rhea had told you everything about her conversation with Loki and also apologized that she had waited for so long to tell you about it and that she hadn't sent you the money yet. She had been uncertain what to do with all the money Loki had already sent to her bank account to send it further to yours. She didn't want to do anything wrong and wanted to talk with you about it so she left the money untouched.

“Dear, we both know you don't belong here. You should take his offer. I'm sure he just wants to help,” Rhea tried to convince you.

“No! I won't take his money. It feels like he would buy me,” and you jumped off of the chair in front of Rhea's desk. “I know that I'm kind of a whore but… it's my decision, you know. I decide to meet a man or not. I decide which guy's money I take and how much. Does he really think if he offers the biggest amount of money he can own me and tell me what to do?” You were furious and walked up and down in the office. “I won't accept that!”

“I don't think he wants to buy or own you. I'm sure if you would tell him why and for what you need so much money he would give it to you without hesitation. That guy has feelings for you, you've grown on him and it seems…”

“Nonsense! And he knows, Rhea. I told him. No details, but he knows,” you interrupted her.

“Even better!” Rhea cheered. “And he still wants to help you! I know something is going on between you two and that something has happened. I don't want to know any details but this man is desperate and you should talk to him. He urgently wanted to meet you for a reason and I'm pretty sure you know what reason it is. Sorry, y/n but I really don't get why you are refusing his help.”

“Because I'm sure… no… I know one fine day he wants something in return. Everything in life has its price, Rhea. Life gives you nothing!” A single angry tear escaped your eye.

“I'm not sure about that, dear. Luke Larsson might be your way out of this business, out of your misery. We both know you don't belong here, desperation brought you here, to my agency, to my office. I'd be very sorry to lose you as my escort lady and I'd love to stay your friend but you should take this chance,” Rhea tried to convince you.

“No! I don't need a savior and I don't need love or care. I need money, lots of money… you have no idea,” you answered strictly.

“Then take his money, for heaven's sake! If you need the feeling of having worked for it try to imagine you'd meet him every day including the nights without actually meeting him. It's not that difficult. Your pride and stubbornness won't help you out of your bad situation, y/n.”

“Enough! End of discussion, Rhea. I can't and I won't take his money without working for it. I just can't do it. I never want to be owned by a man again, certainly not. I don't want to depend on a man’s mercy ever again. And the day will come when he demands a kind of payback, a kind of reparation. I refuse his offer, and you Rhea give him his money back. I don't want it. And also I want you to cancel my appointment with him, I don't want to meet him ever again. I leave now, I've a lot of work to do,” your tone dripping with anger and desperation. “Bye Rhea, see you next week when I'll have finished my exams,” you murmured sadly.

“Of course, dear. I'll send him his money back if this is what you want. I hope everything turns out well for you. Bye, dearest,” Rhea said and you hurriedly left the office without a further word. Rhea felt bad for you. She understood your motifs but she wished you would've accepted Luke's try to help you because it seemed this man genuinely cared about you. Of course, she accepted your wish and sent the money back with the note ‘acceptance denied’.

You wanted to laugh and to cry all at once. Why couldn't he just forget you like you had asked him for in your letter? And on the other hand, you felt wanted and cared for if it was true what Rhea had told you. Was he really desperate to find and meet you? Not that it would change anything. You had cut the wire and there was no comeback now.

You were still too upset to continue working on your thesis and so you walked aimlessly on the crowded sidewalks of the Manhattan streets. About an hour later you stood in front of the New York Public Library and immediately you thought about the conversation you had with Gabby about the Avengers and the Invasion of New York. Shortly after your last night with Luke, you couldn't resist finding out more about the incident and him.

To your astonishment, there was nothing much to find on the Internet and it seemed photos and articles from twelve years ago had been removed from the websites. Normally you wouldn't care about it but somehow you wanted to know who Luke was and what he had to do with the Avengers, the Invasion, and the avoided total destruction of New York City. You should be able to get access to old newspapers from that time and you also may find photos of him. And maybe you would find out his real name. It wouldn't change the fact that you'd never see him again but you wanted to know whom you had kissed and slept with, to whom you had given your heart.

You sat at a desk in the library, scrolling through several articles in the newspapers from twelve years ago. It took some time until you found the articles about the incident. There were short ones, side-long ones but no photo so far with all the Avengers in it. Mostly there were photos of a certain Tony Stark because his building was somehow involved in this so you scrolled further on the screen. And then, you had found it, a photo that involved all of them. In the photo, you also saw the three men you had dated: Steve Rogers, the fantastic dancer. Scott Lang, the guy who made you laugh the whole evening. Bruce Banner, with whom you had one of the best conversations and who invited you to a delicious dessert.

You scrolled further through the article and then you found it. The photo you were looking for. A photo of a handsome raven-haired man, incredibly attractive and with piercing blue eyes. The man you had dated, had sex with, and finally had kissed. You found his name written under the picture. Your friend was right. His name wasn't Luke Larsson. His name was Loki Laufeyson.

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Loki was weary and worn. Day after day he has searched for you without any success, without any hint of where you could be. He had searched for you everywhere, he visited every place he had been with you, he looked for you in every cafe, bar, bistro, restaurant, gallery, museum, and park, he went several times to Vivian's Velvet, he even visited every bookstore or grocery store. Nothing. It seemed you had vanished from the face of the earth. Maybe it would've been easier if he would know your real name but without that, it was nearly impossible to find you.

Also, you refused to accept his money. He was disappointed and it kind of hurt him when he saw the money had been credited to his bank account again with the note ‘acceptance denied’. You neither wanted his money nor wanted to be found. But he wouldn't give up on you. Not yet and most likely never. Nonetheless today he would go to Vivian's Velvet for one last time. His very last try to find you.

Cast down, he took a seat at the bar and ordered a whisky. Today he just wanted to get drunk and he drank his whisky in one big gulp. “Another, please,” he asked the barkeeper, who placed a further whisky in front of Loki. This one he also gulped down in one swift sip. “Another!” He growled darkly and the barkeeper refilled Loki's tumbler. Why didn't the alcohol help to wash this dull ache and the sadness away? It had always worked in the past when he took a bath and had a glass of wine and never thought about his lost love interests again. Why didn't it work this time? He emptied his whisky quickly and ordered another one.

“Hello, handsome. Shouldn't you slow down a bit?” An attractive, tall, red-haired woman addressed Loki and took a seat on the bar stool next to him, temptingly crossing her long, black nylon-dressed legs. Her short black leather dress showed more of her bodily features than it covered.

“Mind your own business, my Lady. My drinks are none of your concerns,” Loki stated, annoyed without looking at her and took a sip of his next whisky. He didn't want to be rude but he wasn't in the mood for a conversation or flirting.

“Does it hurt that much? What is it you're trying to numb so desperately? Want me to distract you, pretty one? Want to play with me?” she offered him, her voice soft like velvet and her fingers trailed gently over his forearm up to his bicep. Loki immediately grabbed her hand and stopped her from touching him.

“Don't! I appreciate your tempting offer and you're a really pretty woman but I'm not interested, thank you,” Loki informed her, looking sternly at her. She withdrew her hand from his grip and smiled at him.

“I'm sorry, Sir. I didn't mean to be pushy. I just thought I could help you to forget some of your… grief.”

“That's very kind of you but nothing and nobody can help me to forget, I guess.” Loki swirled the whisky in his glass, staring absent-mindedly at the golden-brown liquid.

“That bad?” She asked cautiously.

“Yeah, it's that bad,” Loki swallowed the entire contents of his tumbler. With the emptied glass he gestured to the barkeeper to refill it and turned his head towards the woman next to him.

“Can I get you something? What would you like to drink? Champagne, a cocktail or something else?”

“Champagne would be nice,” she answered sweetly. “Is she nice?” She wanted to know.

“Who? What do you mean?” Loki asked, irritated and playing with the whisky tumbler in his hands.

“The woman you try to forget,” she responded smilingly.

“How do you know I'm trying to forget a woman,” Loki responded, looking quizzically at her.

“Because men try to drown their pain and lovesickness in lots of alcohol and mostly they're having casual sex with a Callgirl too. That's why many of them are coming here to Vivian's,” she explained knowingly.

“I'm not one of them. I came here a few times to look for her and we had our first date here. She's gorgeous. Over time we became closer to each other and then she vanished. And now I'm looking for her but without success,” Loki told her and emptied his whisky glass.

“So she's one of us?” She wanted to know.

“Kind of. She is… was my escort lady.”

“An escort? Maybe I know her… what's her name?” She asked him.

“Yeah! Yeah, maybe you do!” Hope arose in Loki again. “Her name is Sugar,” and Loki was sure she'd know promptly who he meant. But her answer crushed his hope.

“Sugar, you say?” She contemplated for a moment before she answered him. “No, I'm sorry, I've never met an escort here named Sugar.”

Loki nodded sadly and gave her a description of your appearance when he suddenly remembered a little something.

“Do you possibly know an escort lady named Candy?” He asked her excitedly. It was the last glimmer of hope.

“Candy? Yes, of course, I remember her. She's lovely but I haven't seen her for weeks now. Maybe she quit, I don't know. We were never close, you know.” Loki's hope died instantly and he took a deep breath, shaking his head in disbelief. He slowly believed the universe didn't want him to see you ever again.

“What a lucky girl she is. I wish such a great guy like you would love me like that and look for me like you are looking for her. But I'm sorry, handsome, I think I can't help you. You need to continue searching for her, I guess.” She genuinely pitied him. He was truly sad and desperate and obviously in love.

“And yet she ran away,” Loki murmured. “No worries, it's alright. I won't stop searching for her but I don't want to keep my hopes up too high, you know. But I appreciate you're trying to help me,” Loki continued but could barely hide his disappointment.

“No issue. I'm sure you'll find her. Love always finds a way. Heads up, handsome,” she said, trying to rebuild his confidence.

“I just hope you're right,” was the only thing Loki could answer.

“Thank you for the champagne, I'll leave now. And hey, don't give up on her. I'm sure she is waiting for you. You're a very decent man… coming here frustrated and love-sick and refusing a good fuck… if this isn't fidelity and love then I don't know what is. Good luck, pretty boy” she said kindly, smiled at him, hopped off the bar stool, and went away. She was looking for a man to spend a night in bed with and maybe she would fall in love with one of her clients too but she knew Loki wouldn't be the one. This place in his mind, in his heart, and in his bed was already taken.

It was in the early morning hours when Loki decided to finally go home when he saw a black limousine in the car park right in front of Vivian's Velvet. He was instantly sober. Walker casually leaned against the vehicle, a coffee from a takeaway in his hand. He had had a long night after his two-week vacation but now his shift was over and he would drive home soon. Loki and Walker never crossed their paths in the last few days or nights but it seemed it was meant to be that Loki was meeting him now. Not Vivian's was his last hope, Walker was and Loki was well aware that only Walker could help him to find you. It wouldn't be easy to break his secrecy. But he wanted to give it a try. If this wouldn't work, nothing would.

“Good morning, Walker. Hope you're fine. Do you remember me?” Loki greeted him.

“Good morning, Mr.Larsson. Of course, I remember you, Sir. I hope you're doing well, too,” Walker replied, unsure what Loki might want from him.

“Haven't seen you for a while,” Loki continued. Walker took a sip of his coffee and stared emotionlessly at Loki over the rim of his mug. Walker was cautious with every suitor of the escort ladies he was responsible for.

“I don't want to beat around the bush. I need your help, Walker and it's urgent,” Loki told him, with sadness in his voice. He shoved his hands into the pockets of his chinos and waited for Walker's reaction.

“What kind of help, Sir?” Walker grumbled, raising his eyebrows. He didn't trust a suitor, least of all the pretty ones.

“Sugar. I need to find her and it's urgent. I have looked everywhere for her, days and nights for the nearly last two weeks and I can't find her. Please, Walker, I need you to help me,” Loki asked him desperately.

“What makes you think I could help you, Mr.Larsson?” Walker questioned him dismissively.

“You know where she lives, you always drive her home after her dates. Walker, please bring me to her, I really need to talk to her. I need to see her,” Loki responded firmly, gesticulating with his hands to emphasize his request. Walker's answer was a deep, wholehearted laughter.

“And why should I do that, Sir? Do you really think I'd drive suitors to the escorts’ homes? I'm sorry, Mr.Larsson but this is really ridiculous.”

Loki rolled his eyes annoyed and bit lightly into his lower lip, placing his hands on his hips.

“I genuinely appreciate your discretion Walker and I'm glad that you take your job that seriously but you quite don't understand the urgency of this matter…I. Need. To. See. Sugar. Please!”

“No! I won't bring you to her home. I'll protect the ladies and nothing will change that. Not even a filthy rich guy like you!” Walker grumbled darkly. He would protect the escorts at all costs, especially you because he had a soft spot for you.

Loki walked towards him until their noses were almost touching. They gave each other a death stare and if looks could kill both would die instantly.

“Bring me to her,” Loki demanded insistently.

“No!”

“You'll bring me to her, Walker! Don't make me force you!” Loki's anger was growing fast but it was the anger of a man who was desperate to find his beloved girl.

“No!” Walker didn't give in. He couldn't know that he would lose any kind of fight against Loki but he would defend your privacy until his very end.

“Damn Walker, she's in danger, she needs help, urgently! So get up your ass and bring me to her!” Loki was upset but of course, he didn't want to hurt Walker physically, it wouldn't help anyone. But something in Walker cracked. He frowned and Loki took one step backwards.

“In danger? Why should I believe you?” Walker asked curiously. He was genuinely concerned now.

“Because it's the truth and you need to trust me.”

“I never trust a suitor. Sugar always spoke highly of you but it's my golden rule to never trust the men who book an escort lady.” Walker explained vehemently.

“She spoke to you about me?” Loki wasn't sure if this was a good or a bad sign.

“She just answered my concerned questions, nothing more but she was always fond of you. So, tell me, why should I believe or trust you? Maybe you're just telling fuckin’ lies to get to her.”

“In the last night we spent together we came very close to each other, not only physically but emotionally too. She stayed for a reason the whole night, you should remember that night and you got well paid for it that you waited until the next morning for her.” Walker remembered that night very well because it was something that didn't happen very often.

“She left without a word when I was still sleeping and the only thing she left for me was a letter, in which she told me mostly everything about her,” Loki continued.”She's in danger, Walker. Someone is blackmailing her. She needs my help. Please, Walker, we're on the same side, we both love her, each his own way, and we both want to protect her. Walker, I'm begging you, bring me to her!” Why the hell was this man so stubborn?

“Do you have any witness of what you're telling me?” Walker was still wary towards Loki but his concerns for you grew. What if he told the truth?

Loki pulled your letter out of the inner pocket of his jacket, unfolded it and showed it to Walker. He didn't give it to him because its contents were too private and just meant for him and it was the only thing he had from you besides the thong he had stolen from you when he pleasured you on the backseat of the limousine which stood right in front of him now. He carried your letter always with him like a treasure. He just wanted Walker to see it and prove to him that he wasn't lying.

“She wrote it in this letter. I told you the truth. Please help me, Walker.” Loki begged him quietly, tears brimming in his eyes. Walker frowned and rounded the limousine.

“Get into the car, Mr.Larsson. I'll take you to her!” That was what Loki wanted to hear.

“Thank you, Walker. I owe you.” A big smile appeared on Loki's face. He put your letter back into his pocket again and he quickly jumped into the car.

The sun was shining brightly this morning. Not only in the sky but also in Loki's heart. He put his sunglasses on and not much later, Walker parked the limousine in front of the building you were living in.

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Thinking abt smth 👩🏾‍💻

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marvelslittlewhore · 1 year

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The Hoodie

PAIRING | Loki x reader

WARNINGS | 18+ MDNI, smut, praise kink, fingering, 1 slap, orgasm denial, finger sucking, oral (fem receiving), riding, tiny bit of aftercare mentioned

Some might think, hm I've read this before, that's because I deleted that fic from my main-blog (@marvelfanfics1) and turned it into a sfw blog ;)

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"Where's my beautiful Darling?" Loki sing-song while making his way to the library in your big apartment.

He smiled when he saw you laying on the couch with a book in your hand and wearing one of his big hoodies.

Loki loves seeing you in his clothes, it shows everyone who you belong to, it's not like all the love bites and marks would show it otherwise.

And it turns him on when he sees that his clothes are way too big for you. His shirts and hoodies got down til above your knees, like a dress, and covered you perfectly.

"There you are" he came over to you and leaned down to kiss your forehead. "What are you reading my love?"

"What do you think?" you smirked and he doesn't even need to look for the answer, knowing it was probably one of your favorites.

"You're wearing my clothes again" he murmured and began to kiss from your forehead to the side and your cheek.

"Do you have a problem with that" you breathed out closing your eyes when his mouth wandered down to your neck.

"Not at all. You look ravishing in them" his hands trailed along your arms and took the book away from you, laying it to the side, not stopping kissing your neck and collarbone.

"Loki..." you breathed softly, rubbing your thighs together.

"Yes, my Darling"

"Need you... Need you now" you turned your head and brought your lips to his. The kiss was messy and needy and Loki came in front of you, never stopping the kiss.

"Where do you need me, tell me" he panted and brought his hands from your face, down to your knees. "Here?"

He was caressing your thighs and started to pull the hoodie up. He smirked when he saw that you were wearing nothing under it. With one of his hands, he cupped your pussy and you moaned at the touch.

"Or here?" he smirked and you nod, moving your hips to get some friction. "I need words, pet"

"Please, please touch my pussy, my king" you begged and let out a moan when he inserted one of his fingers inside you.

"Such a good girl" he praised pumping his finger slow and deep, after a few thrusts he added another finger and heard your whimpers.

He quickened the pace and put his thumb on your clit to add more pleasure. When he felt you clenching around his fingers he pulled out and you whined, earning a light slap to your thigh.

"You take what I give you, understood?" he asked in a serious tone.

"Yes, my king," you said and Loki brought his fingers to your mouth.

"Clean up" he demand and you didn't hesitate to let him slip his fingers into your mouth. Swirling your tongue around his digits, you moaned at the taste of yourself. "Good pet, I think I need a taste for myself"

He got down face to face with your pussy and you could feel his cold breath against you, sending a shiver down your spine.

Loki didn't wait any longer and licked a stripe up your folds, tossing your head back as you tried to stifle your moans.

"No, don't hide those pretty sounds from me. I want to hear you fall apart, pet" he said continuing to eat you out like you were his last meal.

You let out loud moans and mewls every time he licked over your clit and bucked your hips on his face.

"Loki, I-I'm close" you panted between moans and fisted your hands in his hair.

"then you may cum, my pet" and you gladly did, shouting his name you came all over his face and Loki worked you through your high, lapping up every drop of you.

"Thank you, thank you..." you thanked him and caught your breath and when you opened your eyes you saw him smiling at you.

You sat up and brought his face up to yours kissing him and letting him explore your mouth with his tongue. You pulled back and looked at him with doe eyes.

"How can I make you feel good," you asked and Loki smiled, brushing some of your hair to the side.

"I want you to bounce on my cock, while wearing my hoodie," he said and sat with his back to the couch.

You climbed on his lap, straddling his thighs you reached down to undo his belt and Loki let you, watching how desperate you were for his cock.

You unzipped his trousers and pulled out his fully erect cock and lined him up with your entrance.

You started to sink down on him slowly, moaning and tossing your head back. When it took Loki too long, he grabbed your hips and slammed you down, making you mewl at the stretch.

"Fuck!" he grunted and when you started to bounce on his cock he snaked his hands under the hoodie to have a tight hold on your hips.

"Such a good girl, taking her master's cock so well. Come, I know you can go faster" he praised and you began to move faster your skin clapping against his.

Loki had a firm grip on you and helped you up and down. He let out a breathy moan when your walls tightened around him.

"I feel you're close pet, I can feel how you're squeezing me" he grunted in your ear and moved you faster, taking in your whimpers of pleasure. "Cum, cum for me"

A few more thrusts and you came around his cock, milking him and your thighs trembling. But Loki didn't stop, instead, he held you up and started to thrust up into you.

"It's my turn now and don't you dare to cum before me" he threatened and moved at an inhuman pace, letting you see stars and you rest your head on his shoulder. "That's it, take what I give you, you're such a good pet, my good pet"

Loki came with a loud moan and you could feel him filling you up to the brim and that brought you to your third orgasm for this evening.

His cock was still buried inside you and when you pulled your face from his shoulder you saw him smiling down at you.

"Hello Darling, how are you feeling?" he asked, scratching your scalp and holding you against his chest.

"'M good" you mumbled and kissed his chin.

"let's take a bath and watch a movie hmm?" he suggested, nodding your head he picked you up and carried you to the bathroom.

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vbecker10 · 1 year

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I Need the Truth

Pairing: Loki x female reader

Warnings: angst, feeling unloved, feeling abandoned, feeling desperate and depressed

Summary: You and Loki have been dating for almost a year but something has been off lately. He has been slowly pulling away and one night you desperately try to get him to tell you the truth about what is wrong, even if it hurts you.

Dividers by: @harlequin-hangout

Inspired by this song:

A/N: I'm sorry in advance for the ending... it's not going to be a fluffy one 🥺

You sit alone on one of the couches in the common room, absent-mindedly stirring your tea. It had become cold while you waited for Loki to return from his latest mission but you hadn't noticed. You are too focused on the heavy feeling that has settled into your chest.

The thought of seeing Loki again even after a short mission used to fill you will such excitement. You would wait eagerly for him with two freshly brewed cups of tea and a welcoming hug. As soon as he saw you, he would kiss you longingly and tell you how deeply he had missed you. When he was called away on longer missions, Loki would hold you tightly and whisper that coming home to you was all he ever wanted but recently, everything changed.

Loki would come up to the residences half an hour later than the rest of the team, sometimes even longer and the warm smile was missing from his lips. He would offer an excuse about being tired or needing to finish paperwork before swiftly vanishing to his room for the night. When he wasn't away on missions, you still felt far from him. Your long walks together during your lunch break were spent in silence as you searched for topics to interest him. You slept alone in your bed more often each week and the dresser drawer Loki offered to you six months ago had slowly been overtaken with his things. Two weeks ago, your clothing and personal items were unceremoniously moved from the top drawer to a small box in his closet.

Your heart was breaking bit by bit, piece by piece and you were truly at a loss as to why. You loved Loki more deeply than you had ever loved anyone before but you cried yourself to sleep more often than you would ever admit to your friends, or even yourself. You laid awake at night wondering what you had done wrong for him push you away, there had to be a reason, you would think over and over until the sun began to shine through your window.

Last night, you wiped your tear streaked cheeks as you thought about the way Loki left for this latest mission. You kissed his cheek, hugging him tightly as you whispered in his ear that you loved him. He simply nodded then walked towards the other members of the team who were waiting to take off. He had never not told you he loved you back and it took every bit of strength you had left not to fall apart. You wrapped your arms around yourself as you watched him board the jet without looking back for you. He always waved to you but this time, it was almost as if he had already forgotten you were there. You rolled over in bed and wiped your eyes, determined to finally talk to him when he returned. You needed the truth, even if it broke you completely.

The sound of footsteps pulls your attention from your thoughts and you look up just as Loki enters the common room. You stand up, placing your cold tea on the coffee table and walk over to him.

"Hello, Y/N," he says quietly, your heart physically aches at the sound of your name.

When you first began dating, the team joked that he didn't actually know your name because he never used it. He always preferred to call you love, darling, princess and beautiful but you truly melted when he would hold you close and remind you that you were his, kissing you as he whispered 'mine' against your skin.

"Hi Loki," you respond, forcing down the tears you could feel rising to the surface. You fake a smile as you move to give him a hug and he puts his arms around you but it feels different. The desperate feeling to be close is gone, instead you can feel Loki shifting away from you as if he is uncomfortable with you touching him.

He lets go after a short moment and clears his throat, "I have an early meeting with Stark in the morning. I think it would be better if you sleep in your room tonight. I will see you tomorrow." He leans down to kiss the top of your head so softly you barely feel it then he turns to leave.

"Wait," you reach out and grab his wrist. He stops but doesn't look at you, keeping his eyes focused on the floor in front of him. "Please Loki, we need to talk."

He shakes his head, "I can't tonight. I'm sorry." He pulls his wrist free easily and leaves you standing alone in the middle of the common room.

You sigh deeply as you close the book you have been trying to read for the last two hours. The words on the page blur together and you find yourself reading the same paragraph over and over but still not being able to absorb any of the plot. You run your fingers over the leather spine and close your eyes, feeling a single tear escape but you know so many more are not far behind.

This was one of Loki's favorite books from his private collection. He had brought it with him when he left Asgard.

The first time Loki read it to you, you had been together for only a month but it was the first time he seen you when you were sick. He was so worried about your health and you had never felt more cared for even though you assured him it was only a common cold. Loki made sure he took your temperature every hour, had plenty of tissues on hand and brought you water, tea, soup or anything else you asked for. The third night you were sick, you couldn't sleep so he offered to read something to you. He climbed into the bed with you, sitting up so you could rest against him as he read softly until you drifted off. As soon as you woke up the next morning, you asked him to pick up where he left off and he laughed so genuinely as he reopened the book.

The next time he read it to you was almost two months later, you had planned a whole day out in the city as a surprise for him but the weather turned suddenly. Fierce wind, pouring rain and lightning canceled all of your plans and you were devastated. Loki asked you to come to his room and when you opened the door, you were at a loss for words. He had used his magic to turn his room into a cozy cabin, complete with a crackling fire and the softest blankets you had ever felt. He handed you a mug of hot chocolate as you sat snuggled together by the fire. You rested against him, all the tension and disappointment leaving your body as you closed your eyes and listened to him read what was now your favorite book as well.

Using your sleeve, you wipe away a tear that has landed on the beautifully decorated cover. Last week you asked Loki if he would read it with you as he had so many times before but he responded by telling you he was in the middle of a book already. You felt a wave of nausea when he handed you the book and said you could bring it back when you were done.

Taking a deep breath you stand up, book in hand and decide you can't put this off any longer. He can't keep avoiding you, you need to know the truth even if it crushes you.

You knock on his door and wait anxiously for him to respond. "Who is it?" you hear him ask.

"Its me," you answer, trying to sound as cheerful as possible. "I wanted to return the book I borrowed."

There is no reply but after a few moments of silence the door unlocks and Loki opens it. You hold your breath, half expecting him not to be alone. Your greatest fear was the Loki had been cheating on you. You recently found yourself worrying that you weren't good enough for Loki and you were terrified that he had realized he could do better.

He reaches out to take the book from you but you pull it back, just out of reach causing him to look at you curiously. "Can I come in?" you ask and before he can respond you add, "We need to talk and I'm not leaving until we do."

He nods, letting out a small sigh as he takes a step back so you can come inside. He closes the door and you hand him the book. Loki looks at it briefly before setting it on the table by the door and you try to read the emotion in his eyes. You are unsure if it is guilt, sadness or pity even but you don't see the love you used to.

You stand by the door, looking around his room as you slowly realize what is different from the last time you were here over a week ago. The three framed pictures of the two of you are missing from his bookcase and the blanket you always wrapped yourself up in during movie nights is no longer folded over the back of the couch. It was as if he had already removed you physically from his life.

"Loki," you sniffle and take a moment. "I want to know the truth, you always promised me you would tell me the truth."

He shifts uncomfortably and asks, "The truth about what?"

"I need the truth about what is killing our relationship. You keep pushing me away and I have to know why," you tell him. "Please, I need to know what I can do to fix us because I don't know what broke us."

He fidgets with his fingers, his eyes fixed on them but doesn't say anything.

"Loki, if this was ever real..." you stop to take a breath.

"It was real," he says, taking your hand loosely.

You feel a sharp stab in your chest at his reply and you slowly pull your hand free from his, "I want the truth from you. Just give me the truth, even if it hurts me."

"I don't want to hurt you," he says. "I can't... I don't want to do this."

"I know that this will break me. I know that this will make me cry but I've spent so much time crying over you these last few weeks. Please, you have to say what's on your mind," you urge him as you feel on the verge of tears. "I know this will hurt me and break my heart but I don't want to live this lie. I've lost you and I need to know why."

He takes a deep breath and runs his fingers roughly through his hair as he takes a step away from you. He turns towards you again and looks down, his eyes slowly lifting until they meet yours.

"The truth, Y/N..." he pauses and you can see his eyes are glassy with tears. "The truth is I don't know what happened or when it happened. I just know that... I- I don't love you anymore. It was nothing you did wrong but there is nothing you can do to fix it. I just... I just fell out of love with you. I am so sorry, I never wanted to hurt you but I didn't know how to tell you the truth."

You try to take a deep breath but your lungs refuse to open, you can feel your heart shattering in your chest as the weight of his words hit you. You stand in front of Loki, unable to speak or think as your whole relationship flashes through your mind. The afternoon he asked you out for your first date, the way he played with your hair when you laid on his chest, the first time he brought you flowers just as an excuse to see you while you were at work. You squeeze your eyes closed tightly as the memory of the first time he told you he loved you is swiftly replaced by Loki's heartbreaking admission. He doesn't love you anymore, the voice in your mind echoing his words over and over.

"Y/N?" he asks, breaking the loop in your thoughts. You blink, allowing the tears to slip down your cheeks.

"I... I don't know what I'm supposed to do now," you say slowly. You look up at him, fighting the need to be held in his long arms. Loki had become the one you went to for comfort, you never thought he would be the one hurting you. "I love you Loki," you say quietly and he looks away from you. You finally place the emotion you saw in his eyes earlier, it was regret. He doesn't respond and you are suddenly overwhelmed by the urge to be a far from him as possible.

You take a few steps backwards until your back hits his door, running your hand along the hard surface until you feel the knob, you twist it harshly. You pull the door open and you step out into the empty hallway, your vision blury from the heavy wave of tears. You wipe your face with your sleeves as you slowly make your way down the long hall. Keeping your hand over your mouth you quiet your sobs as you pass room after room. You know you could knock on any one of them and receive comfort from your friends inside but you only wanted to feel Loki's arms around you. You wanted him to run down the hall after you, telling you he lied, that he was wrong, that he did love you but he didn't.

You close your door quietly and climb onto your bed, fully dressed without even thinking to kick off your shoes. You grab the pillow Loki used to sleep on and hold it tightly to your chest. Burying your face into the soft fabric you begin to sob again, the pillow hadn't smelled like him in weeks and it was one more reminder that he wasn't yours and you weren't his. You close your eyes tightly and mourn the loss of your relationship with Loki.

Again... I'm really really really sorry. This was in my head and I just needed to get it out

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lokisgoodgirl · 1 year

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The Red Dress [Avenger! Loki x Fem. Reader]

Part of the Hostile F*cks Collection A link to my Masterlist is HERE Summary: (5) It's a big night for the team, and your outfit of choice makes quite the impression on one god in particular. Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Hostility. Language. Jealously. Humour. Smuttish. Sexual tension. (w/c 3.7k)

Loki had been back from his latest mission for a whole week, and you were counting the days until he left again. It was the night of the annual Avenger’s shareholder party, the most important corporate night of the year. Mandatory attendance. A month and three days had passed since what you had come to term ‘the incidents’. Not that you were counting, of course. Memories of Loki’s dexterous hands roaming your body haunted you. How he made the world around you fade to darkness beneath his animalistic moans was still annoyingly clear as day, even in the dead of night. Particularly in the dead of night.

It was nothing. At least, that’s what you told yourself as a resplendent Loki Laufeyson descended the staircase to the party with a spring in every conceited step.

You smoothed a hand down the bodice of your red dress, the skater pleats of the silk skirt grazing your bare thighs. He was wearing some sort of tight tunic tonight, a mix of Asgardian and Earth fashion that could only have come from one of Stark’s legendary tailors. His flowing black hair was combed back, falling in an effortless train behind his shoulders. A familiar gold crescent adorned the material snug around his chest, the high collar straight against his devastatingly jawline. He wants everyone to know who he is, smug bastard, you thought venomously as you imagined how the cool metal of his sacred symbol over his heart would feel against your ass while you sat on his face. Because of course he does. The straight tunic brushed his thighs, a longer flap of material hanging teasingly over his manhood. Wise decision, Tony; you thought, remembering the ferociously primal stir his enormous bulge caused at the last event. Matte leather clung to his muscled legs, running down into formal knee high boots that made you want to scream. All black. Or is it dark green, you wondered; hungry eyes hovering on the creases appearing at his thighs as he gracefully made his way down the stairs alone. The whole thing was a blip, you told yourself. A moment of madness. Or two. If anything, you never thought about it at all. Seeing him swagger nonchalantly around the Tower with that token arrogance clinging to him like latex was unbearable, though. His whole demeanour, the haughty derision toward everyone and everything simmering beneath that perfect skin, brewing the next sarcastic quip. Unbearable. And what was even more unbearable was that the shithead was ignoring you. How many times had you grimaced at the ridiculous little cough of condescension that floated over your shoulder in the kitchen before he released a tepid barb? Too many, you thought; as your eyes scanned his proud features radiant in the reflections from the mirrorball. It was one of the many things you loathed about him. And yet now you finally had your wish that it would cease...somehow, it smarted. Like he was winning.

You’d fallen into the habit of talking a little louder in his vicinity when he graced the common rooms with his austere presence, saving your best lines for when he was close and could hear the rampant mirth you provoked. That he would see the scintillating hilarity he's missing by being a complete dick, you thought; running your eyes up his endless legs as he reached the bottom of the stairs, his eyes scanning the pulsing crowd with a self-assured smirk. Damn, he looks fucking good tonight, though you conceded reluctantly; grateful that the sway of your flouncy dress hid a slight involuntary thrust of your hips. He raised his chin, looking left and right; a glazed stare floating right past you. If you were honest, you had hoped that the perfectly fitted dress and the cleavage contained therein would lure him to you; drive him mad with longing or some damn thing. At least long enough to give him a taste of his own medicine. As he turned away, you realised that your cleavage would just as easily open the doors to Stark’s vault. And really, it wasn’t like you cared. Irritation marinated as Nat handed you a drink, your fingers absent-mindedly clasping the stem of the glass. She chattered over the music as you took a mental picture of Loki’s muscular body vacuum-packed into that ridiculous outfit to masturbate over later in the bath. Yes, you thought; your eyes crawling over his endless limbs as he greeted a flustered Rogers with a sarcastic bow. That will do nicely. “-hey, are you listening?” Nat said, in that peculiarly penetrating tone she saved for when she knew you were absolutely not listening. Your head tilted towards her with a strained smile, blinking several times. “Got distracted, sorry.” you said innocently. She nodded, taking a sip of her wine while observing the party’s latest arrival. Nat licked the faint stain of red from her upper lip. “You mean David Gandy over there?” she said, nudging her head towards Loki. You chuckled, an infectious giggle from Nat following. “I wonder what will give up first” she postured, folding her elegant arms. “Thor’s table manners or Loki’s new threads. He’s really poured in there, huh?” You snorted, shaking your head. “Loki’s manners more like.” you murmured to yourself, seeing Nat’s brow furrow. “Sorry, what was it you were saying before?” Her face softened, the placid expression returning. “Stark needs you on the bar.” “On the bar? You’re kidding me.” you whined, letting out an exasperated sigh. “How’s it going to look to the shareholders when one of the bloody team is on shaker-duty?” “Like good PR” she winked, reaching out and tugging down the neckline of your red dress to expose a tad more cleavage. “And no one makes a Martian Hard On like you, babe.” You sighed again, hating that she was right. “Fine.” you grimaced, giving her a quick kiss on the cheek. “Come and talk to me later. If I get stuck with all the handsy drunk ones I’ll be mad.” you said, seeing her eyes light up at your words. “Those are my favourite.” she winked.

You made your apologies to those you cut across, dodging photographer’s flashes as they documented the party. “-Sorry!” you yelped, colliding with an unexpected wall of muscle. Stepping back, your face fell as Loki spun on his heels; looking down at you through half-lidded eyes. They narrowed, running appraisingly over your body, his brows knitted in a strange disapproval. “How did you get over here so fast?” you muttered, straightening as one of his long fingers re-adjusted a strap of your dress which had succumbed to the collision. “Keeping tabs on me, are we? I’m flattered.” he hummed, winding his arm around the shoulder of a mysterious smiling woman. You vaguely remembered seeing her face on the laminated VIP lists Steve had handed out at the briefing. Now you sort of wished you had read it. “Lead the way, barkeep.” Loki smirked, making you roll your eyes. You opened the hatch with a rough churning in your stomach. I did not join the Avengers for this bullshit, you thought as you grabbed the cocktail shaker from the back-shelf. Loki raised the woman’s hand, helping her perch on the barstool before setting himself down. You knew his thick thighs would be spread invitingly against the leather seat, the modestly flap casually set askew to accentuate the peek of the ever-present bulge in his always-just-a-little-too-tight trousers. He placed one forearm on the bar, eyes flickering upward to the side seductively in a way you could only assume was calculated. God, he looked so fucking- “What can I get you?” you said sharply, a manufactured smile stretched across your lips as a stressed-out looking Tony walked by, giving you a grateful nod. Loki pursed his lips in a theatrical ponder. “What do you feel like, darling?” he purred, turning to the woman by his side. She giggled, her cheeks turning pink as his bicep shifted beneath the tight tunic; clearly resting a hand on her leg. By day, she would be one of the most influential financiers in the country. But tonight, it seemed she was an eighteen year old groupie again. “Does she do cocktails?” the woman said coquettishly to Loki, her eyes not leaving his as he bit his lip. His tongue flicked out, running over his cupid’s bow. God, he was really laying it on thick. “She does.” he said thoughtfully, turning toward you with a knowing look. “And she has quite the speciality...remind me, what’s the name?” You sighed, the inevitability of his insider knowledge making you want to ram a cocktail stick in his eye.

“A ‘Martian Hard On’.” you said through gritted teeth, seeing the corner of Loki’s mouth twitch. “And how does one make this frankly delicious sounding concoction?” he purred, leaning closer over the bar with feigned interest.

“It’s not that good actually. Bit overrated.” you sniffed, wiping the damp cloth across the marble. Loki frowned. “I’ll just have Sex on the Beach.” the woman quipped, before gasping dramatically. “I mean the cocktail, not actual sex on the beach…” she drawled with faux-innocence, breaking out in a high-pitched laugh that made your teeth hurt.

You rolled your eyes again, turning to the rows of bottles on the mirrored shelves. In the reflection, you saw Loki lean towards her, the razor-straight line of his jaw twitching as he whispered in her ear. The high collar skirted the angle as he spoke, black slicing against the fairness of his skin. A token flash of his cheekbones that kept you awake at night made your stomach flip as the woman gasped, before giggling again. “Oh you are a bad man, Loki Laufeyson. Tony said I should watch out for you, and he was right.” She pushed his shoulder flirtatiously, watching Loki’s face crease in mock-hurt as he pressed a hand to his chest. His smile was uncharacteristically warm, twinkling eyes running over her admittedly pretty features like she was the most beautiful creature he’d ever seen. Hell, maybe she was. It’s just his job for the night, you thought, re-considering the liberal measure of peach schnapps you had poured for the woman now cackling at one of Loki’s over-inflated stories. He’s not actually going to- “Anything to report?” a rasping whisper floated over your shoulder, making you jump. “Christ, Steve…” you mumbled, before sliding the sloppily put together cocktail across the marble towards Loki and the woman. “Thank you, sweetheart.” Loki hummed condescendingly in your direction, passing the glass to his charge with a wink. “I’m just going to the restroom.” the woman said coyly after taking a sip, tugging at the stiff collar of Loki’s tunic. She leant closer, her lips grazing the smooth skin of his cheek. You could see her hand sliding up his thigh, your eyes widening as her palm cupped the bulge in his tight trousers. “Don’t go anywhere.” “Not even if I could, Madam...” Loki said coyly, making you choke back a reluctant laugh as Steve grimaced. The three of you watched the woman slink away, a prominent swing in her step. “That’s Tony’s biggest shareholder, Laufeyson. Don’t fudge it up.” Rogers spat when she was out of earshot, the vein in his temple twitching alarmingly. “I can assure you Rogers, I will not be fudging anything.” Loki drawled, inspecting his fingernails as his features softened to a knowing smile. “Unless she asks me to, of course.”

Steve’s cheeks flushed the same colour as his salmon shirt. “Now listen here, Laufeyson.” he hissed, “No funny business. You just need to show her a good time. Tell her a few jokes.” He raised a hand as Loki opened his mouth with a smart comment on the tip of his tongue. “PG jokes, thank you very much.” “He can handle it Steve” you sighed absent-mindedly, noticing a splash of something on the pleat of your dress. You frowned, looking up at them. “Just, drop it. She’ll be fine, she’s all over him.”

Rogers eyebrow cocked, his gaze running suspiciously between you and Loki as he patted his notebook against one soft palm. “So are you two...pals, now?” he said sceptically, noting the twitch of your eye as he spoke. “-Oh yes.” Loki drawled, throwing Steve a dazzlingly forced smile. “She’s warmed to me at last it seems. I did some charity work for her. Didn’t I, Agent?” You scowled, diligently polishing one of the ostentatious cocktail glasses Stark only brought out on very special occasions. “Charity work, huh?” Steve said, his eyebrows rising towards the god. “That’s spiff of you, Laufeyson. I’ll make a note for your review that you’re really inserting yourself into team culture.” “Oh yes. I’m all about inserting myself deep into the culture now, Rogers.” Loki murmured. “It was quite a desperate situation, really. Tragic, one might say. I simply couldn’t stand by and do nothing while the poor thing suffered.” You inhaled some of your own spit with a cough, spluttering with masked indignation. Loki’s face creased in faux-concern, leaning forward on the bar. “Are you alright, friend?” he murmured, a devilish smile tweaking his lips. Anger flushed through your blood, heat rising in your cheeks as you tried to stay calm. Charity. He’s got some fucking nerve, you thought, dabbing your mouth subtly with a napkin. Steve nodded briskly, scanning the room before giving someone a cheery wave and pushing away. You looked at Loki, his sanctimonious shit-eating grin doing nothing to dampen the conflicted whirl of thoughts in your mind. The music faded behind the thump of blood in your ears as Loki took sip of his manufactured-date’s drink. You were suddenly parched. The ridges of your tongue felt uncomfortable against the roof of your mouth. His cheekbones hollowed as he sucked at the edge of the glass, setting it down before licking his bottom lip with a low moan. The visceral feeling of Loki’s teeth sinking into the soft skin of your shoulder shuddered through you, seeing his eyes glint in the dim party lights, relishing your awkward reaction. “Delicious.” he growled, running his eyes down to your cleavage and back to your face. “Shame about the dress, though. A bit too garish for you, Agent. A bit too...attention-seeking, perhaps.” “You’re ridiculous.” you sniffed haughtily, clasping the edges of the bar with straight arms. Your shoulders flexed, pushing your breasts up. “And you of all people can’t lecture me about seeking attention...which is not what this is, so I don’t know why you-” “Oh?” Loki cut in. He leant forward, beckoning you with a double flick of one thick fingertip. “Well it seems that whether you want it or not...you have it.” There was a pause. You could feel your traitorous pussy sliding against your thin panties, his unrelenting smarm making you want to pull him toward you and shut him up in the only way that seemed to work.

Loki sipped the cocktail again, nudging his head subtly towards the seating area to the side of the bar. You looked over, seeing Thor displayed uncomfortably on the sofa. He was leaning forward, one meaty elbow resting on his knee with the fist propped beneath his chin. His thighs were spread wide, his eyes twitching with murderous intensity as he stared at you like dinner. “He’s flirting with you.” Loki purred, a smile tugging at his lips. You snorted, feeling your cheeks heat. “He is not. I don’t know what he’s doing but it’s not that.” you garbled, wiping the bar with a damp cloth. A fizzing knot grew in your belly as Loki’s fingers drummed the marble between you nonchalantly. “In Asgard, we have very particular customs around colours, Agent. Are you aware?” You huffed, hoping that the clawing in your stomach would pass. “By wearing that misguided little sliver of crimson silk, you have aroused some very deep-seated urges within my brother that you wish to bed him tonight. To be ridden like a fine Asgardian mare. A fabled red flag to a particularly lacklustre bull, one might say.” You looked again at Thor, now massaging his thigh; his darkened gaze undressing you. He bit his lip, one eye closing in a slow, calculated wink. “Oh god…” you murmured dryly. “I wouldn’t get your hopes up, Agent. He’s not very good, I’m afraid. Especially considering your recently elevated standards.” You snorted. “I find it hard to believe that you guys are used to women traipsing around in your ‘colours’ waiting for their chance to shag you.” you hissed, throwing Thor a sideways glance. “I am not going to sleep with him. That’s absurd.” Loki looked at you silently, a closed smile stretching across his placid face before he spoke. “Oh, believe it Agent. We Asgardian princes never wanted for company. Even if my brother was a little less...discerning.” He smirked, enjoying every second of your growing discomfort. “And as for your intentions with him tonight, I recommend you alert him to your little misunderstanding sooner rather than later.” “And what about your little ‘misunderstanding’? You know she basically thinks you’re some kind of superpowered gigalo, right?” you sneered, seeing Loki’s eyebrows rise. He chuckled, shaking his head just as the woman surfaced from the throng of the crowd. She had pulled the neckline down, and you could have sworn that when she had left she had been wearing pantyhose beneath that party dress. “Who says I’m not, Agent?” he whispered covertly, pushing himself off the barstool as he leant closer. His cologne filled your nostrils, the musky tang making your mouth water. “You of all people know I can be anything she desires.” He tore his hardened gaze from your eyes to the beaming woman with an exaggerated smile. “Amanda, darling. Let’s dance, shall we?” he announced, peeling his long limbs from the barstool.

Amanda, you scoffed with a grimace as she melted willingly into his lean body. The glass you had picked up became the most interesting thing in the room as you tried to maintain an air of indifference, polishing it casually. You could feel Thor’s eyes burning into you as you stared at the crystal held between your fingertips. The synapses of your brain were fizzing, the temptation to look up to the dancefloor...irresistible. Fuck, you thought; feeling your eyes rising to the busy centre of the room. The crowd pulsed beneath the lights from the mirrorball over the sound of a remixed version of Rasputin. In that suit, his body was endless. The wide rim boots cut in solid angles at his knees, the hard meat of his thighs rising to the hem of the tunic flexing visibly through the fabric. His hand slid over the curves of her hips, ghosting her ass before pulling the keening woman tight to his broad chest.

Your eyes flickered to Rogers lurking in the shadows watching them. Arms crossed, brow furrowed in disapproval. Loki’s outfit clung like a luxurious second skin, every inch reacting to the movement of his limbs as he gracefully swayed her body to his. Amanda’s fingers ran up his torso, bumping over the curve of Asgardian gold. She tucked a long strand of hair behind his ear, her eyes smouldering with singular intent to fuck this heavenly creature in whose arms she somehow found herself tonight. But she doesn’t know him like I do, you thought with a grimace. She doesn’t know what he’s really like-

Loki swung her gracefully outward, pulling her back to him with a timed thrust of his muscular hips; bucking gently as her hand travelled lower. The stem of the elegant martini glass in your grip snapped. Primitive jealousy like you had never known surged through your blood like napalm, a ferocious shiver rolling across every nerve making your hair stand on end. The audacity of the god cut deep as you smacked the towel to the marble bar, making straight for the hatch. White noise filled your ears as you made your way over to the seating area, a flustered looking Thor standing to attention as you approached. Your fingers scraped at his shirt, managing to snag an inch of material not plastered to his frame. He jerked forward, the rough stubble of his cheek scratching against your skin. “Dance with me.” you purred into his ear, feeling his huge frame shudder. He growled, striding forward and tugging you roughly to the dance-floor. The shards of light from the mirrorball stung your eyes as Thor whipped you into his bulging arms, the cotton of his shirt straining dangerously against freakishly large biceps. Oh god, you thought as the room spun. You were vaguely aware of his large hands slipping down your waist, pulling you toward him with a firm tug. “My lady, you tease too brazenly. For too long I have coveted this.” he grunted, his hair scratching your eyes as he began to gyrate in time with Boney M. “Wha-what?” you squeaked, thinking of the years you’d spent side by side with not a hint of the heated desire seeping from him as he wound his imposing body around yours. “That dress…my colours” he smouldered, his eyes darkened with lust, “...it has lit a fire within me. I must have you.” One hand slid over your lower back, grasping the folded material of the red silk skirt. He growled again, tightening his fist; burying his face in your neck as he swayed deeper against your frame. Thor’s hot breath skated over the place his brother had made his mark the month prior, the pale bruise still visible in the harsh light of day.

“Thor…” you gasped breathlessly, pushing a palm against his chest as one belonging to another roughly smacked him on the shoulder, casting him backward. You gasped as Loki shoved you briskly to the side, stepping toward the blonde. “Ordinances of the Colours do not apply in this realm, brother.” Loki snarled, baring his teeth. The disco lights glinted on the gold adorning his suit; his fierce eyes flashing in confrontation. Your pussy tightened, seeing Loki’s fists clench by his sides. “Ordinances or not, brother...she claimed me as hers for this dance.” Thor postured, squaring up to the dark-god with a solitary step forward. “And this night, I believe.” He added, suggestively. “Ask her.” Loki shot you a look that would kill the weak. You swallowed, fighting the feeling of your knees attempting to buckle. “It’s true.” you said, much more calmly than you expected, your stomach fizzing. “I did. The dance, anyway.” Loki rolled his eyes. “Aren’t they missing you on the bar, Agent?” he spat, gesturing to the small queue of people hanging against the counter-top expectantly. It was your turn to roll your eyes, walking past him with a shove of your shoulder. It hurt. Fucking Laufeyson and his fucking ego- you thought furiously, hearing the brothers bicker theatrically behind you. Roger’s frustrated drawl soon intervened between them as you stared resolutely ahead on your path. Who the hell does he think he- Suddenly you were tugged roughly to the side. The heels you wore skated over the smooth floor as you careened into the dark hall passageway away from the humming crowd and thumping music. Long fingers clasped over your parted lips, your back thudding against the nearest wall as Loki loomed above you; resplendent and menacing in the gloom. The skintight tunic pressed against your cleavage, his hardening cock dragging slowly upward against your body with formidable intent. The god’s bottomless eyes were dark liquid as he stared down at you, hair falling in curled tendrils against your cheek. A muscle in his clenched jaw bobbed as he wet his lips. “Lead me to your rooms, Agent.” he enunciated quietly, his chest heaving with slow, heavy breaths. “Immediately.”

Continued in The Red Dress: Ruined (w/c 2.5k) Part of the Hostile F*cks Collection