#first time wearing the Loki with hair and makeup so

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it’s Ice Castles shoot day woot woot 😎

#two hour drive each way but worth ittttt #I will be deaded but still worth it #hoping for some good pics! #first time wearing the Loki with hair and makeup so

[mcufan72]

Sugar and Cinnamon

Loki x female reader/ 18+

Chapter 6

Chapter 5

Warnings: contains fluff, smut, sex, oral sex, angst, alcohol, soft!dom/sub vibes, jealousy, dirty talking. It's a very long chapter (~9.5k words) so please be prepared! Some of you asked for it and I delivered.

Note: the dancing scene came to my mind when I walked through Soho/London a few weeks ago. It's also inspired by the dancing scene from the movie "Last Night in Soho" and you can find it on YouTube, and this is the song Anya Taylor-Joy and Matt Smith dance to... just to get a bit of the vibe ...and I couldn't resist to let MS make an appearance

I couldn't resist, my lovely @lokisprettygirl You already know that. Thanks for your help and for answering my special question and I sincerely hope I got it right...

This special part of the chapter is for you, my dearest (you'll know it when you read it)❤️🩷💚🤍

Loki couldn't remember the last time he felt that nervous and excited before an event. It must have been on Asgard when he was a young innocent prince, attending for the first time to a ball at the Asgardian Court, expected to dance with a princess for the very first time. He was delighted when Rhea sent him your confirmation for tonight's gala dinner and he looked forward to seeing you again. It wasn't even a real date, officially he booked you as his companion or as you were calling it, his arm candy. Nonetheless, he was grateful that you still wanted to spend time with him.

Dressed in black briefs after a relaxing bath which he took after returning from a run in Morris Canal Park, he stood in his closet and began to dress himself for the evening. For the gala dinner, he chose a black three-piece suit, perfectly tailored, excellently wrapping and emphasizing his muscular body. He combined it with a tight-fitting black shirt, and a dark-green tie which perfectly matched with the dark-green details of the waistcoat and the dark-green evening gown he gave to you, and finished his look with black leather shoes. He wished you would wear the dress tonight. He'd feel honoured. He had a further, little surprise for you. It was nothing special but he hoped you'd like it.

Nervous, nauseous, and excited. Three words to describe your condition. With trembling hands, you did your makeup and put on the dress. Why were you always so nervous when you had a date with Luke? You already slept with him so there was no need anymore to be nervous. You pulled your hair into a sleek tight bun like you always did, the knot high on your head this time. You'd prefer to wear your trainers but of course, you chose the elegant golden high heel sandals you had bought for events like these. They were just a further pair of beautiful little beasts but they perfectly rounded up the elegant design of the gown. You finished your look with the dark red lipstick and there she was: Sugar, ready to meet Luke. You grabbed your golden box clutch, studded with shimmering rhinestones, from the dresser and left your apartment, leaving all your problems behind. You wanted to enjoy this evening to the fullest. You deserved it, didn't you?

When you arrived at the event location, Luke was already waiting for you. Because of the evening darkness and the tinted car windows, you couldn't see what he was wearing but you were sure he would be the most handsome man tonight. He was always eye candy but for tonight he was your eye candy. Luke opened the door for you and offered you his hand helping you to get out of the limousine. You smiled brightly at him, happy to see him again. How could he look better every time you met him? He looked dashing in his tailored suit. Did his tie have the exact same colour as your evening gown? You found his attention to detail remarkable and adorable. What a man. What a wonderful, attentive man. Why wasn't he already taken? There must be a woman who would appreciate and want to be with a man like him.

Loki helped you to get out of the limousine and the first thing he saw were your beautiful legs and the elegant golden high heel sandals with the delicate straps on your feet. When you had left the car completely he smiled lovingly at you. You were wearing it, the evening gown he had chosen for you and you had no idea how happy you were making him. The evening gown hugged every curve of yours perfectly and the strong updo allowed an excellent view of your smooth neck and nearly bare back. You were so damn beautiful, and for tonight you were his and nobody would take you away from him.

“Good evening, Sugar. You look stunning in that dress. Absolutely gorgeous,” he gushed, one hand still hidden behind his back.

“And you look very dapper in your black suit. You're such a handsome man, Luke. And I like your tie, it looks gorgeous. I'm so happy to see you,” you complimented him.

“I hope I didn't overstep a boundary by sending you the evening gown. I just thought you might like it. Thank you for wearing it tonight. I feel extremely honoured,” and a hint of shyness appeared on his face.

“You didn't overstep, Luke. The dress is fantastic and I love it. It's perfect. You have an excellent taste for fashion. I don't deserve such a generous gift and I appreciate it. And also thanks for your lovely letter and I can assure you, I'm not mad at you. How could I, you don't owe me any excuse,” you explained to him sincerely.

His answer was a thankful smile and then he gave you what he had hidden behind his back. A little bouquet of multi-coloured wildflowers, tied together with a small green ribbon.

“Oh my god, Luke! Thank you! Thank you so much…how beautiful,” and your eyes teared up. You've gotten a lot of bouquets from some of your clients but none of them compared to this one. You never got a bouquet as pretty as this. You were sure he had poured his heart into it.

“Did you pick the flowers yourself?”, and you caressed the flowers.

“I did. I collected them in Morris Canal Park. I hope you like them,” he told you and you recognised a bit of shyness in his gaze.

“No man had ever done this for me. Thank you, Luke,” you whispered and pressed the flowers gently to your cleavage. You wanted to hug him but you didn't dare do it.

“It's nothing special but I…”

“Don't underestimate the beauty of self-picked flowers…and they are special. They're special to me because they're from you and I love them,” you interrupted him. You didn't want the flowers to wither and so you gave them to Walker who promised you to take care of them.

Loki felt like a little boy, trying to impress his first crush. He had never expected this cute reaction. He could've impressed you with a giant bouquet of roses but it seemed you appreciated the wildflowers more than any rose or lily he could've bought for you. You were amazing. How could you still be without a loving man by your side? You were so adorable… and naughty as well. A perfect combination.

“Shall we go in?” and as the gentleman he was, he offered you his arm.

“Yes, I'd love that!” and you two entered the location.

Loki introduced you to some of his business partners and finally, he wanted to introduce you to the host of the evening, Mr.Smith, who was still in a conversation. But he had already made eye contact with you. And then you understood what Rhea meant when she said, he's an attractive man. He wasn't a classic beautiful man but he definitely had an extremely charming aura. Almost as tall as Luke, he was lean but bulkier, had dark blonde hair and a sly smile which gave him something boyish and devious but in a very sympathetic way. His green deep-set eyes were sparkling with mischief and fun, and they had nearly the same stare as Luke's. The way he moved, spoke and behaved could captivate everyone under his spell. His elegant black tux and black bow tie perfectly rounded up his impressive appearance. You were sure a lot of women wouldn't say ‘no’ to him and your gaze wandered to an Indian beauty in an amazing black lehenga dress. This absolutely beautiful and elegant three-piece ensemble consisted of the actual lehenga, a long ankle-length and voluminous skirt, embellished with golden intricate embroidery, the choli, a well-fitted blouse top which emphasized her perfectly formed torso and the dupatta, a scarf which she had draped around her stunning outfit. Her waist-length and nearly black hair shimmered like black velvet and cascaded over her back, her big and sparkling dark-brown eyes were the most beautiful eyes you had ever seen. She was such a stunning eye-catcher and you didn't miss how Mr Smith looked at her from time to time. You knew that kind of gaze very well, not just from your clients and every time their gazes met, they both quickly looked away. It was kind of adorable. One might think he was totally smitten by the Indian beauty and nobody could blame him for this, she was one of the most beautiful women at tonight's gala.

“I don't like the way he looks at you,” Loki growled quietly.

“Do I hear some jealousy in your voice, Mr.Larsson?” you teased him. You didn't want to annoy him, you just wanted to see his reaction. You didn't want him to fall in love with you, he paid for your company but nonetheless you wanted him to desire you. You knew that was weird but tonight you were just his, and he was just yours, right?

“What? No, of course not! You're my escort, not my wife,” he frowned, pressing his lips firmly together, his jaw clenching.

“No, I'm not your wife. A pity, actually,” you teased him further and he side-eyed you, the expression on his face unreadable.

At this moment Mr Smith ended his conversation and came over to you two.

“What a beautiful sight at my friend's side… good evening, Miss…?

“...Black, I'm Miss Black,” you greeted him and he took your hand in his and gave a brief kiss to your knuckles.

“You look gorgeous, Miss Black, a further sparkling diamond at my party,” his deep-settled eyes staring flirtatious into yours and a sexy smile curved one corner of his mouth. He grabbed a glass of champagne from a waiter, who passed by with a tablet of filled champagne glasses, and gave it to you.

“Thank you for completing me, Mr Smith,” and you took the offered glass of champagne from his hand. “It's a pleasure to meet you,” you responded tantalizingly and held his gaze.

“The pleasure is all mine, Miss Black and I hope you enjoy the evening. Eat, drink, dance and have fun,” he encouraged you and he turned towards Loki. Mr.Smith was such a player, a sexy lad, you've already sensed that.

“Luke, my old friend, what a pleasure to have you here. I hope you enjoy the evening,” and he shook Loki's hand and placed his other hand amicably on Loki's shoulder.

“Matt, it is a pleasure to meet you, as always and thank you for the invitation," he answered, slightly annoyed and both appraisingly staring into each other's eyes. After a short conversation, Mr.Smith left to order a drink for himself at the bar.

You sensed the tension in Luke's shoulders and you suppressed a grin. He was a bit possessive over you, wasn't he? Since you worked as an escort lady, you were used to a man’s behaviour like Mr.Smith’s. You did everything to get these reactions, through clothes, style, and attitude because every man you saw could become your client. But all of this was a costume, a mask. That wasn't you. Luke would never want you or even like the woman and her problems, who were hidden behind that mask. The woman behind all the makeup and the dark-red lipstick. The woman who called herself ‘Sugar’.

“He was just being polite, and there's nothing wrong about it. He's interested in someone else so, relax Luke, he really was just being nice,” and he side-eyed you again, with raised eyebrows.

He was just being nice? Interested in someone else? You were a head-turner, an eye-catcher tonight and he just saw this guy lustfully staring at you and the only thing he could think about was that no man should ever chase after a girl on a friend’s turf. He saw you taking a sip of champagne, turning your head and grinning at him.

Between the main courses and the serving of the desserts was a pause so that everyone could take a short walk, have some drinks at the bar or enter the dance floor. Shortly before Loki wanted to ask you to dance with him, Mr.Smith came back to you, a glass of bourbon in his hand. With the biggest mischievous smirk on his face, he addressed Loki with a question.

“Would you allow me to dance with your charming companion?”

“You don't have to ask me. You have to ask the lady,” he said to Matt, giving him a fake smile.

“I think I should allow our host of the evening to dance with me, shouldn't I, Luke?” and Mr.Smith took you by your hand.

You would never understand why you had fun annoying Luke and where your self-confidence came from. Why did you want to provoke a reaction from him? And what kind of reaction did you expect? You didn't understand yourself anymore. Did you expect him to fight for his right to dance with you because he paid you for your company? You knew that Mr Smith just wanted to provoke a reaction from that gorgeous-looking Indian lady his eyes had been glued to for over several hours now. He couldn't fool you.

“I'm on to you, Mr. Smith but…Let's play a little game," you said to him while he led you to the dance floor. “But don't you dare play with her, she likes you,” you warned him.

“What do you mean, Miss Black?” He tried to play ignorant.

“Mr.Smith, don't fool me. I just dance with you when you spend the rest of the evening with her and dance with her only,” you answered demandingly, smiling at him.

“Her? Who is ‘her’?”

“The beautiful lady in the black lehenga.”

“I don't dare ask her. I'm sure she doesn't find me pretty enough, not good enough for her.”

“Then you probably should stop eye-fucking each other all evening… it's pretty obvious that you like her… and she likes you,” and you sensed he felt caught.

“Likewise,” he mocked you, "Mr Larsson is eye-fucking you as well, so… you two are not any better than us. It's obvious how possessive he's over you,” and he crowned his statement with a smug smile.

“I see we're speaking the same language, Mr.Smith. Get your girl, she likes you more than you think and believe me, you are very attractive and charming,” you tried to convince him.

“Thank you for saying that, you're very kind...And you go and get your man before he combusts with jealousy… he's addicted to you. And by the way, call me Matt.”

Before you could answer anything the music started to play and Matt began to dance with you.

“You're not his girlfriend, are you?” And he twirled you around.

“What makes you think I'm not?” you asked when you faced him again.

“Don't get me wrong, you're beautiful and charming but he's more the type for fake dating, he never wants to be connected to someone or be close to someone, nonetheless…,” you danced several steps away from him and twirled back into his arm, “…he's undressing you with his eyes,” and he twirled you around again and when you danced face to face again, he held you by your midriff, swaying to the rhythm.

“Why does it bother you? You should mind your own business, Matt. And to be very clear, I'll never date you, it'll always be him and you better take care of the Indian beauty over there. You should really ask her to dance with you … I'm not the one that you want,” you said kindly.

“Yeah, you might be right. I think if Luke is addicted to your personality and not just your body, then he may be falling for you.”

“I think we shouldn't play cruel games with them. We both have what we want, both are furious with jealousy. We should redeem them from their suffering, shouldn't we?” you suggested.

“You're an amazing woman, Miss Black, no man can fool you, indeed.”

“Not in this case, I guess, and… you can call me Candy,” you responded and with that the song ended, your dance was over and you both left the dance floor, walking towards Loki who was waiting for you with an annoyed expression on his face.

That was it. That was the reason why he hated it that you worked as an escort. Other men touching you, lustfully looking at you, dancing with you the tantalizing way Matt just did… This guy was too close, his hand too low on your back, his gaze at you too intimate. Loki fumed with jealousy. All those men didn't deserve you. He didn't deserve you either but he must do something to get you out of the escort business and he better not run out of ideas.

“Thank you for this nice conversation and the dance, Matt,” you thanked him with a bright smile.

“The pleasure was all mine, Candy. Thank you very much for telling me about your opinion and enjoy the rest of the evening.” Loki looked unbelievingly back and forth between you two, frowning.

“Relax, mate, she talked about you only,” Matt said to Loki, patted his shoulder and walked over to the bar.

“Candy? What?” Loki was confused.

“It's my second name, don't think about it further…oh and you can relax, Matt is off the market, he's no competition for you. He never was,” you smiled defiantly at him, clearly feeling the tension in his body. When the next song started, you saw Matt entering the dance floor with the Indian lady. ‘What a beautiful couple,’ you thought and smiled.

You could be such a bratty girl. You did it on purpose, didn't you? You had forbidden him to fall in love with you but you didn't hesitate to tease him like this? Maybe he should give you a proper and all-devouring kiss, here and now so that you and everyone else know, you belong to him. No, no he should not do that. You didn't belong to him. You were your own person and you could do whatever you wanted to do. But he had enough. He grabbed you by your upper arm and pulled you with him into an undisturbed, dark corner and pressed you with his whole body against the wall, breathing heavily.

“What are you thinking you're doing here, hm? Teasing me like that, here in public? Want me to fuck against the wall? Now? Hard, quick, deep?”

“Maybe? You wanted to show me pleasure…”

“You're such a tease. You in that dress… have you any idea what you're doing to me?”

“You wanted me to wear it…”

“Oh yes, because I knew how amazingly sexy you would look in it. And I wanted you to be one of the most gorgeous-looking women tonight because you deserve it. And I'm proud to be the man by your side,” he growled softly.

“Why didn't you want to dance with me? You let him dance with me but don't demand your right to a dance from me? You pay for me and my services. Why don't you force me to do my job?” you asked him quietly, still caged between him and the wall.

“I don't chase, I attract and to make myself very clear, I won't force you to do anything!” His voice dropped to subzero temperatures, dryer than gin.

“And believe me, Sugar, the kind of dance I'm thinking of, is not meant for the dance floor. All you have to do is ask me.”

“You can ask me the same question, I'm your escort, you pay for me, you can possibly demand it from me,” you provoked him further, a tantalizing smile on your lips.

“I'd never do that. I'd never force you. I'm still not sure if you want to do it at all so you'll have to be the one to ask!”

There it was again. He tried to give you the feeling that you were the centre of everything, that he was there to please you, not the other way around. You grabbed his tie and pulled his face closer to yours.

“I want to sleep with you, I want to make it up to you, I want to erase my mistake. I want you to play with me. And I want to try new things,” you whispered, your lips slightly brushing his earlobe, making him shiver. “Play with me, I allow you to kiss my whole body, if you want to, except my face,” you offered him sweetly.

“So you allow me to play with you? Are you sure?”

“Yes, show me pleasure, Luke. Show me how to give in to you, show me how to do it right. I won't disappoint you again,” you promised him.

“I'll do whatever you want and whatever you allow me to do. You won't regret it and believe me, you did nothing wrong or disappointed me,” and he pressed a gentle kiss on the soft flesh of your throat, his hand caressing the part of your naked thigh where the gown had the slit. Your hands clasped his shoulders and you felt his muscles tensing. You lifted the leg he was caressing and hooked it around his waist. He immediately pressed his hips against your throbbing core and you felt his cock hardening.

“We should stop doing this, Luke. We don't want to cause attention, do we? We should continue our ‘dance’ in the hotel suite later,” you moaned faintly.

“You have a valid point there. I don't want anyone to look at you while I tear you apart,” and he gave your butt a gentle squeeze. You felt so good in his arms, too good.

You giggled like a schoolgirl and loosened yourself from his lustful grip, took him by his hand and intertwined your fingers with his. It felt so familiar as if he were your lover, not your client.

“Let's get something to drink. And I need to sit down somewhere…my feet…”

“…are killing you. The little beasts, right?”

“Yeah, sorry. I shouldn't complain so much.”

“It's alright, sweet thing. We'll drink something and you can put your aching feet on my thighs if you want… underneath the table, of course. No one has to see it,” and he winked at you.

“You're adorable, Luke. I don't deserve it. Come, I need a cool beverage now… and…”

“…a dessert, yeah. I already know that. Sometimes I think it's the only reason why you escort me to dinner events,” he joked and teased you and he got a heartwarming laughter from you. You were so devastatingly beautiful when you were laughing. He shouldn't allow himself the feeling but you grew on him more and more.

“You might be right, Mr.Larsson,” was the only thing you could answer him. Desserts were definitely your weakness.

On your way to the dining area, you saw Matt and his beautiful Indian lady heavily making out in another dark corner of the location, both completely melting into each other's arms and forgetting the world around them.

“Shhhh,” you gestured to Luke, “we don't want to disturb them” and you both sneaked silently past them. You couldn't deny that you wouldn't mind Luke Larsson kissing you the same way Matt kissed his girl but unfortunately … you'd never kiss a client.

“I don't like desserts. I don't have a sweet tooth.” Loki complained when you both sat at a dining table to eat some dessert, sitting opposite to each other.

“Who doesn't like desserts? I still don't get it. It's the best thing about a meal. The culmination of every menu… sweet and a melting pleasure on the tongue…,” you gushed.

“I hate it, okay!”

“No, you don't!”

“I do!”

“No, you don't!”

“I do...mpffhh…” and you shoved a spoonful of chocolate mousse with cream into his mouth before he could speak further nonsense. The delightful glance in his eyes when the taste buds of his tongue were pleasantly surprised by the dark chocolate, told you otherwise. A blissful moan rumbled in his throat, making you smile.

“As I said. You don't hate desserts,” you stated knowingly.

“You forced me to eat it!” He frowned and pouted, licking the last droplets of mousse from his lips. “Can I have some more?” He whispered, barely audible to you.

“What did you say?” You mocked him.

“Can I have some more, please?”

“I'm sorry, it was the last one on the buffet… Well, you shouldn't be too disappointed that you can't have more, Luke, because you hate desserts, right?” A mischievous grin curved your lips.

“Hm!” He pouted and crossed his arms in front of his chest, trying to avoid showing his disappointment. “It's not as bad as I thought it would be… but, yeah you're right. I still hate it.”

You chuckled silently and recognised how cute he was at that moment. Trying hard to hold on to his opinion about desserts and not to show you how much he truly liked it after tasting it. Gosh, he was so adorable.

“You can tell me that you've changed your opinion about desserts. It's nothing to be ashamed of. And we can share my chocolate mousse if you want,” you told him softly.

“I appreciate it, Sugar, thanks. Enjoy your chocolate mousse. Come, place your foot on my thigh, sweet thing,” and you did.

Loki opened the straps of your sandal, took it off your foot, placed it on the free chair next to him and began to massage your aching foot and the toes tenderly but with the right amount of gentle pressure.

“Gosh, that feels so good,” you sighed blissfully and enjoyed his tender hand kneading your foot for several minutes.

“Now the other foot,” he said and gave it the same attention and care as he did with your other foot. You moaned blissfully again and the way Luke glanced at you was arousing you. When his fingers massaged around your ankle, you jumped at the opportunity rubbing your foot over his crotch and you felt him getting hard. You looked enticing at him and his pupils dilated with arising lust.

“You're such a bratty girl,” and he pressed a thumb into your bunion, hitting the right spot. You hissed lustfully and a dull throb in your core made you feel all giddy.

“Shall we leave for the hotel?” You asked him and he just nodded. He came over to you and gave you your shoes and when you put the first sandal on he bent down on one knee and fastened the straps.

“Luke, please, get up. I can do this on my own,” you begged him vehemently. He wasn't your servant and he certainly did not have to do this.

“You wear this torturous footwear for me so helping you with your shoes is a bare minimum,” he declared.

You stood up from your chair and stood close to him. He leaned into you and you put your hand on his shoulder. Your cheek gently touched his cheek when you whispered a soft “Thank you” into his ear.

Your closeness and your scent intoxicated him. His one hand wrapped automatically around your middle and pulled you closer to him. The way you gave in to his movement without any hesitation came so naturally that he immediately felt wanted. He couldn't believe that you were just pretending to want him. But it was maybe just your art of seduction and your magic allure that blurred his mind and made him succumb to you.

When you arrived at the hotel and finally in the same suite as the last time, you both didn't waste any time. You quickly prepared the things you needed to be prepared and put your kimono and a lace bra on the backrest of the chair. The purpose of being here again was more than clear. Loki took his jacket off, as well as the waistcoat and the tie. He would need the tie later. He opened his shirt completely but let the hem stay in the waistband of his trousers. He took a seat in the armchair and spread his long legs wide.

You stood opposite him, getting off of your high-heeled sandals and watching him getting partly undressed and taking a seat in the leather armchair, his shirt completely open. Every muscle in his arms and thighs and torso was flexing and relaxing while doing it and it sent a shiver down your spine and directly to your cunt. When there was one thing you hated, that disgusted you to the core, it was men sitting with wide-spread legs. Normally it disgusted you but Loki doing it did something to you, you had never expected. It aroused you, you wanted to sit on his lap or … humping one of his beautiful, muscled thighs. God, if you didn't shove those thoughts away immediately you would've turned into a wanton whore sooner than you thought. Nonetheless, you couldn't stop staring at his prominent bulge. This man was too sexy. His whole body screamed sex.

“Do you like what you see?" he teased you, an arrogant grin on his face while slowly rolling up the sleeves of his shirt.

"W…what?"

“I asked, do you like what you see?” And he placed his now bare forearms on the armrest of the armchair again, his long fingers curling around the ends.

“I hate it when a guy sits like a man whore.” Loki chuckled darkly, smugness written all over his face.

“You like it!”

“I hate it,” you murmured.

“Liar! Come here, Sugar!” Loki pronounced every single word, his voice deep and rich.

You looked at him and a smirk appeared at the corner of your mouth. You shook your head lightly and rolled your eyes. You wanted him to play with you and the game had already started. You both were all in.

“Come.Here.” His voice dropped to subzero temperatures. Harsh, cold as if he could freeze the whole room into an ice cave.

A shiver ran down your spine again and you obeyed. You walked slowly toward him until you stood between his spread thighs. You stared down at him, his ocean-blue eyes glancing up and down between your eyes, your lips and your cleavage. You wanted to be cool and collected but you couldn't help the wetness between your thighs drenching your lace underwear. Why was he able to cause such arousal in your body? It was just sex. A sex appointment. A date, set by your escort agency. A consensual sex date to get some steam off. Just a natural need that you and he wanted to satisfy.

“Strip off your dress,” he commanded seductively.

You obeyed again. You loved to be told what to do next. Since when? You reached behind your back to pull the zipper down but had some struggle finding it.

“Could you please unzip me?” And you slowly turned around. You couldn't see him but you felt his gaze wandering up to your shoulders and down to your buttocks where his eyes remained for a moment.

He could smell you. The subtle scent of your perfume, the natural scent of your skin and the heavy, beguiling scent of your arousal.

“You're outrageously beautiful, Sugar,” he murmured and pulled your zipper slowly down. It was the most arousing sound you had heard for a long time. He was so close to you and you felt his breath fanning over your skin. You let your green dream of a dress slide down your shoulders and it pooled around your ankles and you stepped out of it, kicking it carefully aside.

Slowly he let his hands slide over your shoulders and flanks to your front and cupped your naked breasts carefully, teasing your nipples with his thumbs, making you sigh and moan. A warm tingling rushed through your veins but a coolness rushed over your skin as if a god would touch a mortal to make said mortal shiver in submission.

“Get your bra,” he whispered to your ear, nibbling at the soft skin of your neck. You did as he told you and he took the flimsy lace bra from your hand, put it on you, and closed the clasp of your bra. From the last time, he remembered that you felt better leaving your bra on. And he wanted you to feel comfortable.

“Am I still allowed to play with you?” He asked quietly.

“Yes, yes you are,” you whispered and turned around to face him.

Loki made some steps backwards, sat down again in the leather armchair, leaned back and spread his long legs wide.

Loki's heartbeat quickened and his mouth watered when he saw you in your tantalizing black lingerie. The flimsy lace bra emphasized your cleavage and cupped your breasts perfectly. Your peaked rosy nipples were on display for him through the transparent lace and he felt his cock throbbing with anticipation. He was on edge and he would've loved to take you instantly, roughly, thrusting his cock deep inside of you until you were a dripping mess, screaming his name. But he wanted to take his time with you, enjoy you, seduce you slowly till you were begging him to fuck you. And he would make sure you never needed to fake an orgasm again. With him, every orgasm of yours would be a real one. He would take good care of it and he wanted you to enjoy it to the fullest without feeling ashamed or bad.

“How do you want me?” You asked him softly, your lips slightly parted. Your plump lips drove him crazy. He wished he were allowed to kiss these beautiful lips of yours. He could just imagine how deliciously they must taste.

“I want you to suck my dick. I want you to suck and lick it extensively,” he demanded, testing you. How far would you allow him to go? The imagination alone of your lips wrapped around his cock made him harden.

“Okay. But you won't cum in my mouth. I don't like swallowing your sperm. You can cum over my breasts…and don't hit my face!”

“With that I can deal,” Loki answered darkly.

You didn't like sucking cock at all and the last time you completely ruled it out. Not to talk about swallowing sperm. But it seemed possible to suck him, this handsome guy and you wondered why. You told him you wanted to try new things and so you wanted to give it a try.

You knelt between his thighs, unbuckled his belt and opened his trousers. You reached into his briefs and pulled out his dick along with his balls. Loki moaned quietly and you could just let out a small gasp when you saw his erection. You saw his cock for the first time tonight because the first time when he slept with you, he had blindfolded you before he got rid of his clothes. Loki was a bit bigger down there than the other men you had had sex with. And his cock was… beautiful, pretty even. Perfectly formed in length and thickness, his tip swollen and leaking pre-cum, the veins on the underside pulsating in anticipation, his balls heavy and hot. Your mouth watered and you couldn't wait to suckle him. You had never expected to think about a guy's cock like you did right here and now.

“Am I allowed to place my hands on your thighs?”

Loki hesitated for a moment before he permitted you to do so. If he lost control, nothing would be noticeable there for you. And he still wasn't sure if he was able to stand your touch. But he gave it a try.

“Yes,” he moaned, and you placed your hands there.

You lowered your head and licked a stripe from base to tip. Torturously slow. Once, twice, then you took his cock head gently into your mouth and let your tongue swirl over and around his sensitive tip. You released him with a plop and licked your lips. He tasted so good. Sweet and salty and you craved for more. You gave him a devouring look and turned your attention to his balls. With your hand, you gave him light strokes while you kissed and sucked his balls and when you bit them gently, Loki whimpered loudly. His cock got rock-hard, aching for your warm mouth. How could he even get harder than he already was?

His scent intoxicated you. The smell of musk and the natural scent of his skin, manly and heavy, awoke a kind of lust in your body that you didn't know you had inside of you. Unbridled, initial desire. You were dripping wet and you weren't sure if you were already soaking the floor with your juices.

His breathing became heavier, filled with whimpers and moans. Loki was so turned on that he nearly forgot to blindfold you.

“Should we get you more comfortable, Luke? Lift your ass for me,” you asked him quietly and pulled his trousers and his briefs completely down and took them off completely. While his ass wasn't placed back on the armchair again you took the chance and you caressed his buttocks and kneaded them firmly. Loki sat down again but now he rather laid in the armchair than sit on it so you were able to continue cupping his ass cheeks in your hands and kneading them tenderly. You started to lick his cock again and he gently blindfolded you with his tie.

You flattened your tongue and licked his tip like a popsicle, stimulating his frenulum tenderly but firmly, testing the waters of what he might like. You didn't want to hurt him. Your one hand fondled his balls, carefully and tenderly scratching over the skin. Loki moaned and sighed heavily, writhing under your merciless but delicious torture. You took his unbelievingly hard cock into your mouth again, hollowed your cheeks and started to suck the life out of him.

“Fuck…Sugar I can't…I can't take it…much longer,” he whimpered.

You sped up your pace, your head bobbing up and down in a steady rhythm, sucking and licking him until his eyes fluttered shut, his head leaning back against the armchair's backrest, his fingers clawing into the armrest. You felt him tensing up and shivers ran through his body and you were sure he would come soon. His arousal and writhing and the way he allowed you to own him in this moment made your cunt throbbing and dripping with need. You wanted to get off as well, you never felt so needy before. Never before was any other man able to do this to you.

“I'm…fuck…I'm coming…fuck…,” and he withdrew his cock from your mouth instantly, grabbed his cock and stroked himself two more times. The coil in his lower abdomen snapped and a mind-blowing orgasm washed over him, and he ejaculated in thick ropes all over your breasts. The sight of you blindfolded and letting him come all over your precious bosom doubled his satisfaction.

“Luke…please…” You didn't know what you were begging for but the feeling of his warm sperm running down your cleavage made your head spin. You still knelt between his legs, still blindfolded and dying because of arousal, your clit throbbing and yearning for attention. Loki came slowly down from his high, his cock still hard.

“Come here sweet thing,” and he grabbed you carefully by your upper arms and pulled you onto his lap.

“You took me so well, you're talented, sweet thing. You know exactly what you do, don't you? And now you will get off on my thigh, sweet girl. Want to ride my thigh, hm? Rub your needy clit over my leg and drench me with your arousal. Come, sweet thing, drive me wild…” he moaned lasciviously, guiding your hips when you began to gyrate them back and forth to get the friction to work yourself to much-needed relief. You placed your hands on the backrest of the armchair, your forehead close to his. You felt the warmth of an orgasm rising in your stomach and you moaned and whimpered breathlessly. It felt heavenly, he felt heavenly. And these feelings were all you had because you were still blindfolded. You were already on edge when Loki took one of your peaked nipples into his mouth, suckling and nipping it through the thin lace of your bra.

“Oh god…please…” you moaned. You needed to cum. Now. But Loki stopped your gyrating movements by holding your hips firmly.

“You will come around my cock, sweet thing. No fake orgasm this time, Sugar!”

“Close…I'm so close…please…”

“I know, I'll let you cum, be patient, sweet thing and don't move,” and you heard how he unfoiled a condom. Mere seconds later he lifted you from his thigh, shoved your lace thong aside and slid you carefully down onto his fully erect length, giving you enough time to accommodate his cock and get adjusted to him. He didn't want to hurt you. He would never forgive himself if he would cause you any kind of pain. You whimpered because of how deliciously he stretched and filled you and you were still in desperate need to cum.

“Are you okay, Sugar?” He asked quietly and concernedly. “Can I move?”

“Yes …yes please, I need you,” you answered desperately.

“Good girl, taking me so well. Fuck… you're so pretty…so tight…you've such a pretty cunt.”

Loki guided your movements, made you hop up and down and when you both had found a comfortable rhythm he thrust firmly upwards, faster, deeper, hitting your inner spot at a perfect angle. He took your nipple in his mouth again, nipping, sucking and licking it until it couldn't get any harder and changed to your other breast to torture that nipple in the same delicious way. At this point, you were a moaning, whimpering mess. You felt his cock throbbing inside of you, every vein and ridge massaging you straight towards your climax. It had never felt that good.

“Cum, cum all over my cock, show me how much you want it, Sugar. Scream for me!” And his one hand reached down to your throbbing clit and he pinched and rubbed your swollen bud purposefully. His thrusts became sloppier, he felt his own orgasm rising and he rubbed your clit faster than before.

“Cum…fuck…cum for me…now…” and right on cue you exploded. Your orgasm was intense and not only your cunt but also your whole body was convulsing and shaking and your toes curling.

“Good girl…you're such a…good girl.” Loki's abdominal muscles tensed up, his body shaking when he felt your walls clenching around his cock and it made him orgasm harder than before. You collapsed against each other, bathing in post-orgasmic bliss. This time you didn't fake it. This time you truly had an orgasm and it felt good, so damn good. For both of you.

When you came down from your highs you both chuckled in unison and Loki removed the blindfold from your eyes. They needed a moment to adjust to the dimmed lights of the hotel room again and you could swear there was a light shimmer of blue on Loki's skin. But then you were sure you had just imagined it and blamed the blindfolding for it.

“I'm sorry. I made a big mess out of you,” Loki chuckled.

“Don't worry about it, Luke Larsson. I'll take a shower after you've left. But we still have some time until midnight.” You released his cock, stood up from his lap and you instantly missed the warm feeling of him inside of you. You were still a little weak in your knees.

“Did you enjoy it this time, Sugar?” Loki asked you softly.

“The more important thing is you enjoyed it,” you answered him smilingly.

“That's not the answer to my question, sweets.”

“Why do men always need the confirmation that they were good and are a grenade in the bedroom department?” You contered sarcastically.

“That wasn't my question either. I don't need confirmation that…”

“You're being very self-confident, aren't you? Do we have a god-complex, Mr.Larsson?”

“Why do you have to destroy it, Sugar? I just wanted to know if you enjoyed it and if you're okay.” Loki sounded disappointed and sad and you instantly regretted your rude answer and your behaviour genuinely. You were afraid of your feelings again. You saw him heading for the bathroom and heard him opening the faucet of the sink. You followed him. He was cleaning himself, tossing the condom into the bin and preparing a washcloth with warm water. You stood next to him, facing him in the mirror.

“I'm sorry, Luke. I didn't intend to be mean. I did enjoy it. It felt good, really. I'm just not used to getting so much attention and care afterwards, you know. But please, Luke…don't catch feelings for me. I'm just your escort.” You smiled mildly at him. Your heart clenched when you saw how sad he looked at you. You liked him more than you were ready to admit.

“No worries about that. I won't catch feelings for you, Sugar.” A lie, a perfect lie from a perfect liar. That was what he always has been and always will be, a liar.

“I just wanted you to feel comfortable around me.” And he turned towards you, the washcloth in his hand. You wanted to take it out of his hand to clean your cleavage and stomach from his now sticky seed but he didn't give it to you.

“Let me do this, sweet thing. It's the one thing I'd like to do for you,” and he began to gently clean you. His actions were so soft and caring. You wished you could have this tenderness every day. But not with anyone, no, it had to be him.

'Don't fall in love with him, just don't, you foolish girl' you cursed inwardly.

“I destroyed your lingerie. I'm sorry for that. You looked so tempting and sexy in it, and it was wonderful to have sex with you dressed in this hot lace.”

“A bit kinky, hmm? Lingerie, a blindfold, commanding me…” you stated and smiled.

“Watch your mouth, sweet thing. Don't be a brat.”

“What if I'm bratty? Will you punish me next time?”

You both chuckled and looked into each other's eyes. There weren't only mischievous and lusty thoughts. There was something else. Sympathy, harmony, trust. You two didn't know how or why but you felt drawn to each other.

“Well, the biggest mess got cleaned,” Loki said after he finally cleaned you from his seed and smiled at you.

“Thank you! That was very sweet and thoughtful of you,” you said gratefully.

“My pleasure!" He answered with his deep voice, wrapping around you like a soft blanket. You wished you had a boyfriend like him. Attentive, affectionate and gentle. And not only in a sexual way. With a boyfriend like him, you surely haven't ended up here, as an escort with a man you liked more than you were allowed to like, not to talk about you weren't allowed to fall in love with. You made these rules yourself and you would never break them. Anyway, a man like him would never want to have someone like you as his partner in life. Why should he choose you when he could have any other woman who was smarter, more beautiful and more decent than you? Under different circumstances, you two might have had a chance but now your life was fucked up. You wished you would've met him before you became an escort but it was what it was and you couldn't turn back the time.

You walked back to the main room, took on your kimono and climbed into the bed. You curled up on one side and pulled the duvet over you.

“Are you okay, sweet thing?” Loki asked you softly when he found you lying in bed under the sheets when he returned to the main room as well, dressed in his briefs and his open shirt.

“Mhmh…,” you murmured sleepily. “I'm just tired.”

Loki climbed onto the bed, leaning his torso against the cushions on the headboard. You looked so innocent and cute with your head snuggled deeply into the fluffy pillows. He watched you dozing and he smiled lovingly at you.

“I'll stay until midnight if it's okay for you,” he whispered and you nodded slightly. It made him smile again. He hated cuddling after sex and cuddling without sex even more. But suddenly you came closer and in your sleepy state you draped your leg over his, curled your hand around his waist and your head snuggled into his chest as if he was a damn comfy pillow or a plushie. A sugar angel sleeping in the arms of a monster. He shouldn't enjoy it. He shouldn't touch you. His hands were the hands of a killer, a liar. Hands that fit easily around a gun or a neck. He shouldn't hold a precious woman like you in his embrace.

He wrapped his arm tightly around you and pulled you closer to his chest. You must've fallen asleep, your breathing became calm and deep. You felt so soft and warm and good in his arms and he stole a little kiss by pressing his lips softly on the top of your head. It wasn't a direct part of your face, was it? He closed his eyes for just one short moment because he had to leave soon but he wanted to enjoy every minute he had with you. Maybe aftercare wasn't as bad as he probably thought.

A loud banging at the hotel suite’s door and a loud man’s voice woke him up.

“Sugar? Sugar!” The banging became more violent. “Sugar, are you okay? Sugar, open the door, if not I'll have to break down the door.” It was Walker, deeply concerned because you hadn't been back by the limousine right in time. You also hadn't sent an emergency message. Loki shook you awake when he got aware that you both had fallen asleep.

“Sugar, wake up, Sugar…,” Loki tried to wake you up.

“I'm so tired…I just want…to sleep. Just… a few minutes…just a bit longer…,” you murmured, still sleepy when you heard the banging at the door.

“Sugar, I break the door open! Now!”

All of a sudden you were wide awake. You jumped out of the bed and ran to the door hurriedly. You flung the door open right in time before Walker would break it down.

“I'm okay, Walker, I'm okay,” you gasped in shock, breathing heavily. “Everything is fine,” you told Walker, appeasing.

“Are you sure?” Walker asked concernedly. He peeked into the suite and saw Loki getting dressed.

“Yes, I'm absolutely sure, Walker. I'm so sorry for frightening you but…we…we fell asleep. Mr.Larsson did nothing wrong, I assure you, he behaved decently,” you told Walker and he trusted you. You'd tell him if there was anything that wasn't okay for you. “Please give us a few minutes, we will just get ready,” you asked him.

“Okay, I'll wait for you by the limousine,” Walker answered, throwing a warning look at Loki, who didn't show any reaction towards Walker. You nodded once at Walker and closed the door, leaning against it and taking a deep breath.

“Didn't you tell me, you don't do aftercare?” you questioned Luke teasingly and slightly laughing.

“I did.”

“Do you know what it's called what you did for me in the bathroom and by lying in bed with me sleeping?”

Loki buttoned his shirt upwards, leaving the last three open, buckled his belt, put his waistcoat on, slid into his shoes and looked smilingly at you.

“You tell me,” he asked you and grabbed his jacket from the sofa and his tie from the armchair and draped them over his arm.

“The loveliest aftercare I've ever gotten. Thank you, Luke… also for this wonderful evening, the dress and…”

Loki walked towards you and cupped your head gently between his large hands. They were so soft and felt comfortably cool on your warm skin, that you had to suppress a shiver. He leaned down and pressed a tender, featherlight kiss to your forehead and you closed your eyes.

“No, Luke, please…please don't do that …,” you whispered with teary eyes.

“I know I'm not allowed to kiss your pretty face but I care about you and I want you to know that. I know you could call Walker immediately and tell him to beat me up and throw me out… but it's worth the risk.”

He leaned his forehead slightly against yours and his warm breath fanned over your face. And there it was again. The spicy aroma of something you couldn't specify mixed with his comforting scent of fresh cotton, sandalwood and orange blossoms.

“I just hope that all the other men you meet handle you with all the respect and care you deserve. Thank you for this wonderful evening and night, sweet thing. It was such a pleasure. I felt very comfortable with you. When can we meet again? What about tomorrow?” Loki asked, his voice dark and smooth. He was a picture of pure elegance and arrogance but also gentleness, and his eyes staring longingly at you while waiting for your answer. Would you ever be able to be without him?

“I'm sorry Luke. I already have appointments for the next three evenings.”

“Okay. Then I call the agency tomorrow and ask for another date with you. A club night? Dinner? Would you like that?” He asked you softly.

“Uh hmmh! Sounds good.” You seemed insecure and indifferent but he didn't ask you further.

“Good night, Sugar and take care of you.”

“Good night, Luke… and sleep well.”

Should you hug him? Should you tell him that he's the only one you were sleeping with? Did he already sense it? He had almost left the suite…

“Luke…”,you stopped him in his actions by calling his name and he turned around, facing you. You ran to him and fiercely flung your arms around his neck which obviously caught him off guard. He hugged you back, not knowing what to say.

“Luke Larsson, you might be the only one I take with me to this suite,” you whispered into his ear and for a brief moment you felt safe in the arms of a man who'll never love you back. “Say something …please say something,” you begged him and let go of him to look into his eyes.

He rubbed a thumb tenderly over your lips, his eyes teary.

“You shouldn't be an escort. You should leave the agency. You're too precious for that business. But if you'd do that, I'd never see you again. So I don't know what I should wish for. You being an escort so that I can still meet you but sharing you with other men or knowing you're safe and protected, away from that business but never be able to see you ever again. It both hurts, Sugar… and I know I've already let you come too close to my heart.”

“I can't quit this job, Luke. And maybe someone like you is the only reason that keeps me going. I'd love to meet you again next week. We could go to a nightclub, it doesn't have to be Vivian's Velvet. You can choose another one and afterwards you can have me again,” you offered him, your voice almost breaking. You better contain yourself and not show him that you don't want to let him go.

“In the beginning that was exactly what I didn't want and somehow you convinced me otherwise. You already know that I want to meet you again next week. You, and you alone decide what you want to do afterwards and please don't feel obliged to sleep with me. But you should also know that I'd never deny you. Good night, sweet thing. Promise me to get dressed now and let Walker drive you home. You need some sleep.”

“Promised,” you nodded. He was right. You were tired beyond belief.

When he finally had left, you opened your hair bun, got dressed in casual clothes and Walker drove you home. The whole time until you arrived at your apartment you held the wildflower bouquet in your hand, thinking of him.

“I'm sorry if I scared you, y/n but I was truly concerned.”

“It's okay, Walker, you just did your job. I should be sorry for frightening you… we just fell asleep, I was so tired.”

“Understandable, you are on the road seven days a week. You should take a break. You won't last forever.”

“I know Walker but I have no other choice,” you sighed.

“There's always a choice, y/n…and Mr Larsson likes you if not more,” and he grinned at you through the rear-view mirror, watching you gently touching the flowers Luke had given to you. You smiled tormented back at him.

“He doesn't know me, it's just my pretty shell he likes.”

“You might underestimate him. Sometimes you just have to ask for help and help will be given to you,” Walker told you wisely. Maybe he was right. If it just were that easy.

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Next chapter things will change 👀👀

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[saltyfruitbat]

Here’s a idea

Hades and loki(seperately )

With a fem reader who is naturally beautiful and she doesn’t wear makeup but she is oblivious to them liking her and she doesn’t know she is beautiful ?

Fluff plz

As you wish 😘 hopefully this is what you wanted?? 😭😭

Hades was always distracted when it came to you, from the way you spoke and the way your eyelashes would feather. You were a natural beauty, not even wearing anything, it was just you. One thing that always left him breathless was your eyes. Such a beautiful shade, it didn’t matter if they were dark or bright, they were so beautiful.

You were so kind, animals and people alike. The way you treated others was something that made his heart beat, it made him want to give you roses and just confess to you already.

He honestly wished you saw yourself as more beautiful, you had the looks but for him your personality was more beautiful than your looks. He always liked giving you roses and jewelry that matched with your complexion.

One thing he truly was annoyed at, was how oblivious you were towards his small advances, he wishes that he would be treated differently than your other friends.

So, won’t you please be his beloved and love him like he loves you?

Loki when he had first seen you was awestruck, a beautiful creature like you was someone hard to glance away from. The way your hair flowed in the wind, and how it was soft to the touch was something he had mesmerized, and he’d sometimes stare at his finger tips, still able to recall the feeling.

You were so kind, even to him, someone who would sometimes make jabs at you, you were never mad at him or anyone at all, you didn’t even mind his pranks. It honestly made his heart beat so many times.

He wanted you to see yourself as beautiful too, so he wrote you songs and always sung them to you once they were completed.

He honestly disliked when others thought they could be the one for you, it didn’t help that you were oblivious, trying to steal your attention from him, later on they would get pranked by him.

So, won’t you let him be the one to hold your heart like you hold his?

#record of ragnarok x reader #Record of Ragnarok #record of Ragnarok Hades x reader #Record of Ragnarok Loki x reader

[layla4567]

Imagine: Mobius meeting your child with Loki

UNCLE MOBIUS TIME

if you had a boy:

• Mobius at first noticed that your son looked a lot like Loki and the first thing he thought was: Oh no, like son like son they say, this child will give me green gray hair. But luckily your son was a little less chaotic than his father.

• Ok ok maybe at first your son behaved a bit like a pyromaniac and wanted to set the offices on fire (kids, right?) but Mobius was always behind him just in case, thank god

• He will behave exactly the same as with his real children in his original timeline, he has no heart to be harsh with your child. So even though the child makes mischief, Mobius will simply give him a warning and let him pass (especially if your child gives him the puppy dog ​​eyes, he simply cannot resist)

• Mobius will buy you candy or give you a chocolate from the vending machine. Little by little he will gain the child's trust and will let him be with him in the office and perhaps let him help him. • Now your son follows him everywhere, he realized that Mobius is too good to him and your son likes that. The two of them are holding hands walking through the halls of the TVA (in fact now he looks more like his son than yours lol) • Mobius spoils him a lot. He will give him all the candy the child wants and if you don't let him, he will do it anyway secretly. He even takes him for walks outside the TVA (never on dangerous missions) but sometimes they go to fairs and he buys the boy toys. • This man became very attached to your son, so much so that one day out of nowhere your son was walking next to him wearing a suit exactly like Mobius's. Yes, he had her make one in his size for him. He feels a very great connection with Loki Junior, it reminds him of his own children (although he doesn't know it)

if you had a girl

• Ok Mobius may not be used to little girls but that doesn't mean he doesn't try! He will pamper her as much or more as if she were a boy. • He would let her do whatever she wanted because he's afraid she'll get angry (and if so he won't know what to do and will probably call you lol). One day she accidentally stole Hunter B15's pruning cane and a scared Mobius went looking for her everywhere and apologized to whoever passed by him: "Sorry! She's just a girl, she's playing!" • Basically now Mobius is like a mannequin to her, so don't be surprised if out of nowhere you see him in a tutu or a feather boa. He will let her paint his nails and put on makeup without problems and he will also do her makeup and paint her nails • Tea parties! Now that your daughter has found a new friend, these types of activities will be very frequent and he loves them. He does not hide his pleasure and will stop any task he is doing in the office, no matter how important it may be, just to amuse your daughter: "I'm sorry, I have a tea party with my niece." • He is very protective of her, treating her as if she were a fragile petal. But he doesn't limit her, obviously he lets her do a lot of things but he would never leave her alone without supervision or take her on a mission. And like your son, Mobius would take her wherever she wanted outside of the TVA, Paris? It's done. Italy? also. • Seriously, Mobius would be very affectionate with her. Does your daughter want to be read a story? He will do it or he will tell her some funny anecdote. Did your daughter fall and scrape her knee? Mobius will heal her and wipe away her tears. He just wants to see her smile and hear her laugh. • He probably won't get her a TVA costume, but he'll do something better: he'll let her roam every corner of the place (including the forbidden ones). He will take her to the war room, to the coffee machine, to O.B's office, even where Ravonna worked (without her knowing, of course). Soon your daughter will earn everyone's appreciation (B-15 and O.B will be the ones who love her the most)

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well this was short but I wanted to get this idea out of my head.

#marvel #mcu #marvel cinematic universe #marvel mcu #imagine #loki series #loki laufeyson #x reader #one shot #mobius #mobius m mobius #loki season 2 #loki s2 #loki god of mischief #loki #president loki #loki marvel #loki show #mobius mcu #mobius my beloved #loki odinson #loki 2 #gn reader #gn y/n

[robsth0r]

Stark Party (Loki x Trans!Male!Reader)

A/N: Here we got some Loki x Trans!Male!Reader content. Enjoy!

Warnings: Gender dysphoria, misgendering.

Word Count: 1273

“Y/n, are you in there?” I hear Natasha’s voice from outside my bathroom. I hesitate a bit as I walk out of the shower.

“Yes! I just finished bathing. I'll be out in a second.” I quickly dry myself and put on the clothes I had taken with me into the bathroom, which is a long sleeved white shirt and a pair of black cargo pants. 

As I walk out of the bathroom still drying my hair I see Natasha standing in a beautiful maroon dress all done for the party Tony is having. 

“Looks like you're trying to impress someone?” I say with a smirk knowing the feelings Natasha has had for Maria the last half a year. She blushes a little looking down before stretching out her arm in the direction of my closet suggesting that I should find an outfit and take it on. I walk in the direction of the closet trying to decide in my head what colors I was going for.

As I walk into my walk-in closet I look around at the clothes trying to decide what it was gonna be this time. I think back to the first party with the Avengers. I had chosen to wear a suit mostly dark green and black, Loki’s colors. It was not even thought through but I had liked the extra attention and compliments from Loki when it came to my outfit and the color scheme.

Snapping out of my thoughts I decide that I’ll go for the dark green theme again, maybe even taking on some gold as well. Taking on the chosen green casual suit set I look in the mirror walking out of the closet to Natasha refreshening her red lipstick.

She looks at me in the mirror, her eyes lighting up when she sees me. She turns around quickly, being done with the lipstick. Smirking, she says, “Well I’m not the only one that’s onto something.” I blush and look down, knowing exactly what she’s talking about. 

She grabs a hold of my arm pulling me in the direction of the makeup-station she had created while I was changing clothes. Natasha starts applying makeup on my face.

I never have had a good relationship with makeup as it makes me dysphoric quite easily and also brings back traumas from my hyper feminizing eras. Don’t get me wrong I love makeup and dresses and all that stuff but it is not just make up or dresses in the eyes of trans people. At least not while feeling masculine. It holds much more trauma than I wish it did because when I look at Loki rocking eyeliner in a masc way I will try eyeliner myself but looking at the reflection I will just be seeing the girl I have tried hard to get out of my life.

“And~ done!” I nervously open my eyes looking at the reflection afraid I might look at the girl I hate but I look at my reflection and for the first time in so long I feel comfortable with makeup on. The sight is a lot to me and I sigh in relief of the handsome boy staring back.

Natasha noticed my sudden change in body language and smiled knowing she did a good job. I stare at the reflection not wanting to look away and just take in every inch of the boy staring back. I force my eyes to look up at Nat.

“Thanks… I should have asked you to do my make up long ago!” I say smiling, catching myself starting to tear up. Nat just nods slowly with a smile upon her lips. I turn around in the chair standing up readying myself mentally for the party.

“Would you be a gentleman and lead me to the party?” Nat asks with a smirk tilting her head slightly to the side. Gentleman. I smile and take her arm in mine walking out of my room and down the long hallway in the direction of the elevator. 

When we reach the elevator it stops at our floor. As the elevator doors open it reveals Sam and Bucky standing talking probably on the way to find Steve. Walking into the elevator both Sam and Bucky check Nat out Sam of course being the most obvious. 

“Looking good widow.” Sam says with a grin forming on his face as he walks out. Bucky smiles at me on his way out and I smile back awkwardly.

“You look good too buddy.” Bucky says squishing my shoulder.

When the elevator door closes my smile falters a little just for a second but Nat sees it anyway. She smiles at me reassuringly and the elevator goes down.

~Time skip~

On the way to the party after Nat and I got out the elevator we ran into a whole bunch of people. First off we found Thor which really is not hard when he is at least 6’4 and talks very loudly. Then Coulson, Barton and… Fury, which had me questioning a lot. I also spotted Elon Musk over in the corner together with some business people. Then we met Maria and that was when Nat departed from me. I am now sitting alone on one of the bars chairs drinking my well deserved drink. 

This party has already been a total flop for me. Well besides from the acknowledging nod from Loki at the beginning of the party. People have either been ignoring me which I am fine with most of the time but not when it’s my friends, or I have been misgendered. I don’t find myself that feminine. I shouldn’t have put on the make up anyways.

Sitting deep in thought, I don't even realize when Loki takes the seat next to me.

"Hello, Y/n," he says with a small smile.

I turn to him, surprised. "Oh, hi Loki," I say, trying to hide my shock.

"I see you've gone for a green theme tonight," he says, gesturing towards my outfit.

I nod. "Yeah, I guess I have."

Loki leans in a bit closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. "You know, green is the color of envy."

I raise an eyebrow, not sure where he's going with this. That was definitely not the comment I had thought of when I went with the colors.

"Envy is a powerful emotion, Y/n," he continues, "It can drive a person to do great things, or it can consume them entirely."

I nod slowly, not sure where this is going.

"You seem to be struggling with something," Loki says, his eyes searching mine. "Is it the makeup?"

I hesitate before nodding. "Yeah, I guess it is."

Loki nods understandingly. "I know how that feels. But you should know that makeup doesn't define who you are. You are so much more than just your appearance."

I look at him, surprised by his words. I never thought I would find myself seeking advice from the god of mischief.

Loki continues. "It's okay to experiment and explore different aspects of yourself. But don't let it define you. You are more than just your gender identity."

I nod slowly, taking in his words. "Thank you, Loki. I needed to hear that."

Loki smiles at me before standing up. "I have to go find Thor now. But remember what I said, Y/n. You are more than just your appearance."

As he walks away, I can't help but feel a sense of gratitude towards him. I take another sip of my drink, feeling a bit better. Maybe this party won't be such a flop after all.

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[nicoline1998enilocin]

Interview of a lifetime

PAIRING | Tom Hiddleston x Female!Reader

WORD COUNT | 1.3K

SUMMARY | You have your first celebrity interview with the one and only Tom Hiddleston after the release of season 1 of 'Loki'. You're extremely nervous and when Tom finds out, he will do anything to make you feel safe and help you get through your first interview.

WARNING(S) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. Anxiety attack.

A/N | Hi all! This is the first one-shot I've written for Tom, he is such a gentleman in my opinion and I just couldn't help myself with this fic. I hope you will enjoy it as much if not more than I did when writing it!

Likes and reblogs will be very much appreciated 💜

Main Masterlist | Tom Hiddleston Masterlist

Two weeks ago, your boss told you that you would be doing your first major celebrity interview - with none other than Tom Hiddleston himself - after the release of season 1 of the series called 'Loki'. When he told you, your first thoughts were very exciting, this could mean your big break, but when it sank in a little bit, you couldn't help but feel nervous, more nervous than you usually felt in a moment like this. Despite this, you researched a lot about Tom, Loki, and the series he was playing in, watching it as well so you would be prepared as to what was to come during the interview. Nothing could have prepared you for what actually happened though.

The morning of the interview, you made sure you had all your questions with you on your cue cards, so you would have something to fall back on if you happened to forget a question or something, but you weren't really worried too much about that. What you were most nervous about, was meeting Tom, and seeing what he was like, since you never met him. In the interviews you saw of him he looked really down to earth and like a true gentleman, but that didn't really mean anything. People could be the nicest in front of the camera and really bad people when the camera's turned off, but that wasn't the case with Tom, at all.

You decided to wear a simple white and blue sundress which always made you happy. You put on your leather jacket over it, finishing it with your black Doctor Martens boots. You wore simple make-up, not wanting to take away from the outfit too much, and your hair hung loose in waves around your shoulders. You looked at yourself in the mirror one more time before grabbing your bag and keys, ready to head out the door and to the studio for the interview. It was a 30-minute drive, which wasn't too bad, but the closer you got, the more the nerves took over how you felt.

When you arrived at the studio you parked your car and headed inside. You were still too early, but you'd take that over being even a minute late every single time. ''Hi, my name is Y/N and I'm supposed to conduct an interview here today,'' you tell the lady behind the reception desk. You have to sign in and then she showed you to the studio where the interview would be held. You got ready to sit in your chair and wait until Tom and his team arrived, reading through your questions again just so you can be sure you know what you want to ask. It doesn't take long before they arrive, and your nerves start taking over instantly.

''Good morning!'' you say in a cheerful voice, and you're surprised it comes out like that because you can feel your anxiety rising to your chest. You couldn't believe you were in the same room as TOM. FREAKING. HIDDLESTON. ''Hey, good morning! I'm Tom, and you're name is...?'' he asked when he extended his hand out to you. ''Hi, I'm Y/N, it's really nice to meet you Mr. Hiddleston!'' you answer and he says you can call him Tom, there was no need for that kind of formalities. ''It's nice to meet you too. How are you doing this morning?'' he asked as he sat in his chair, his makeup being touched up just a little bit while the cameras are being set up. ''I'm good, excited, and nervous at the same time honestly. It's the first time I'm doing a celebrity interview, so I hope it will go well,'' you tell him.

''You're going to be fine, we're not in a hurry, so if you need to we can take a break in between the questions. I get how difficult it can be to do something like this,'' he said with a reassuring smile, and you couldn't believe he was so understanding. This made you feel a little better, but that didn't take away from the fact that your chest still felt like it was on fire, and you had some difficulty breathing. ''Are you ready?'' his manager asked, and you nodded yes, so the cameras started rolling. ''The first season of Loki has just premiered, how was the filming process?'' you started the interview, and he gladly told you all about how it was to work with everyone on set and the filming process as a whole. Hearing him talk did make you calm down a little, and you were happy you got to ask some questions without stumbling over your words.

You were about 7 questions in when you suddenly got a bad rush of anxiety, you had some difficulty breathing, and you stumbled upon your words. ''Are you okay, Y/N? Do we need to take a break?'' Tom asked worried, and he stopped the interview to make sure you were okay. ''Hey, it's okay. You're okay. Breathe with me okay? He took a deep breath in through his nose and breathed out through his mouth. He repeated this a couple of times together with you, and after about 10 breaths your heart rate slowed down, and you didn't feel like you were unable to breathe anymore. The tears that threatened to fall down your face also went away, and you could compose yourself a little. ''Here, we have some water for you, take it easy and we can continue when you're ready,'' his manager said, Tom was still by your side rubbing your back soothingly.

''How are you doing now? Feeling a little better?'' he asked and you nodded. ''I'm so sorry, I tried to keep it under control, but my anxiety got the best of me. I feel horrible I had to stop the interview...'' you said with a soft voice, your sadness strongly intertwined in your voice. ''It happens to the best of us, I completely understand and it is nothing to be ashamed of. I used to have them all the time when growing up, and I know how horrible they can be. But you're going to be fine, and whenever you're ready we can continue,'' he said. You just needed a few more minutes before continuing, and the rest of the interview went by smoothly.

''Thank you so much, for your kindness and understanding. Again, I'm really sorry that it happened, but it was really nice of you to help me,'' you said to Tom, but he didn't want to hear any of it. ''Hey, like I said, it's no problem at all, it happens to the best of us. I was happy to help you feel better, I hate seeing people in distress like that,'' he said and he gave you another reassuring smile. ''Thank you, for everything,'' you said, and you extended your hand out to him as thanks, but instead, he gave you a hug. ''It was my pleasure, and I know you will be great at interviews. I can't wait to be interviewed by you again,'' he said.

When you pulled back you had a huge smile on your face. ''Oh, I'm sorry but I hope I won't overstep, but would it be possible to get your signature or maybe a selfie? I've been a fan of your work for a while now, it's okay if you say no though!'' you ask shyly and Tom is more than happy to agree. The two of you take a selfie together, and he signs the case of your laptop before walking out of the room and waving goodbye. When you go home you are all giddy and can't stop thinking about the fact that he was so extremely thoughtful and helpful. And best of all, you got a selfie with him, and it would be the wallpaper on your phone for a really long time.

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[storiesforallfandoms]

the archer and the trickster ~ tom hiddleston

word count: 1341

request?: yes!

“Tom hiddleston x female reader, the reader is a actress who plays Clint Barton twin sister who’s a archer. The reader and Tom meet on the set of the avenger movie and after that they start dating. The reader goes to the Thor ragnorak premiere and she’s wearing a dress that’s green and Tom wearing a purple suit and they are wearing those since both of their respective marvel characters wear those colours. The reader shows up to the premiere and goes to stand by Tom and a interviewer asks if she’s dating Tom and she says yes and the interviewer also asks if her and Tom coordinated their clothes to match with their marvel characters and she said yes because they thought it would be funny”

description: they play arch enemies on screen, but in real life they are the cutest couple the mcu has ever seen

pairing: tom hiddleston x female!reader

warnings: swearing

masterlist (one, two)

“You’d make a good Joker.”

Tom looked over his shoulder at you with a playful smile on his face. “Why do you say that?”

“You look really good in that purple suit,” you told him. “You’d kind of look like the Joker from the animated show. The Mark Hamill one.”

He chuckled at your comparison before turning fully to face you. He posed in his purple suit and did his signature Loki smile for you. You chuckled and nodded. “Definitely a good Joker.”

It was the night of the Thor: Ragnarok premiere, which you and Tom decided would also be the night you’d announce your relationship. You figured it was about time to do so. You had managed to keep the relationship a secret for five years, since meeting on set of the first Avengers movie. Given the fact that both of you didn’t have a social media presence it wasn’t hard to keep it a secret, but you were shocked you hadn’t been photographed by paparazzi thus far in your relationship.

For the premiere, you had the idea that you and Tom should dress up in the colors of your Marvel characters. You played Caitlyn Barton, the twin sister to Clint Barton who was also an expert archer. In the comics, Caitlyn had a costume similar to Clint’s as they both shared the “Hawkeye” title, and, even though you had yet to wear the comic accurate costume, you thought it would be cute for Tom to wear a purple suit and you’d wear a green dress for Loki.

You sat in front of your vanity, finishing your makeup for the premiere. You had already done your hair and decided you wanted to do a look that had some silver in it to go along with the Loki look.

Tom came up behind you as you put the finishing touches on your makeup. He smiled at you through the mirror and leaned down to kiss the top of your head.

“You look so beautiful,” he said.

“Thank you. And you look very handsome.”

“Shall we go? Our ride should be here soon.”

You took his arm and the two of you went out to wait for your ride. When the car pulled up, you felt some nerves build in your stomach. You knew it was time for the world to know about you and Tom, but you weren’t sure if you were ready to lose that secrecy yet. But Tom’s hand laced through yours throughout the drive helped to calm you down some.

The premiere was already a buzz when the two of you arrived, and once the fans realized it was Tom who had just pulled up the buzz only got stronger.

Tom got out of the car first and helped you out like the gentleman he was. You smiled and waved at the fans before the two of you started down the red carpet together. It was hard to see much of anything with the constant flashing of camera bulbs. You’d think that after so many years of dealing with paparazzi and red carpets you’d be used to this by now, but it always had you a little bit dazed.

You were grateful to see the familiar faces of Chris and his wife, Elsa, as you and Tom moved down the red carpet.

“Oh thank God,” you said under your breath as you hugged Elsa.

She chuckled. “Someone seems nervous.”

“Nervous is an understatement,” you responded. “My stomach has been in knots since we left the house.”

“Everything’s fine, love,” Tom assured you, squeezing your hand.

You smiled up at him, grateful to have him there with you for this.

Unfortunately, you didn’t have him for long before he was whisked away for some red carpet interviews, leaving you with just Chris and Elsa.

“You’d think red carpets wouldn’t be so nerve wracking to me after all these years,” you said.

“It’s not just a red carpet. This is going to be a big night for the two of you,” Chris said. “Although, I agree with Tom that everything will be fine. You’ve been together for so long now, I don’t think telling the world about your relationship will change anything all that much.”

You nodded, hoping he was right.

You heard someone call your name and looked over to see Tom with his hand extended to you, calling you over to him. You said a quick goodbye to Chris and Elsa before walking over to join them. Tom put his arm around your waist, holding you almost protectively to him.

“Well, this is an odd couple,” the interviewer mused. “Loki and Caitlyn Barton; sworn enemies since the first Avengers movie when Loki brainwashed Clint.”

You chuckled. “Yeah, no one was more surprised than the two of us when we realized the feelings we had for one another were much different than the feelings our characters have for each other.”

“Must’ve made that fight scene in the movie either super awkward or extremely awesome.”

“A bit of both,” Tom agreed. “It was hard to get some of the fight right because I’d find myself distracted by how beautiful (Y/N) is.”

You felt yourself blushing and playfully pushed his shoulder. “He’s just saying that to sound smooth. I swear, that fight scene went perfectly fine.”

“So, has this been going on since Avengers, or was it more of a slow burn type relationship?”

“Oh no, Tom was very quick to as me on a date,” you responded. “I think it was day one of shooting on one of our breaks, Tom asked me if I wanted to go out for dinner some time. Naturally, how do you say no to such a dashing, British man.”

You cupped his face as he and the interviewer laughed.

“Wow, so you guys have just been on the DL for five years? That’s impressive!”

“Yeah, we’re very impressed,” you said.

“It’s been hard. I’m not big into posting on social media, but you have no idea how much I’ve wanted to post her beautiful face and show her off all the time. My Instagram might just become a (Y/N) fan account.”

You buried your head in Tom’s chest to hide the flush spreading across your face. Tom always knew how to make you feel this way.

“And I see you two are in your character colors,” the interviewer said. “I’m guessing that was intentional.”

“Oh, that was all my idea,” you said. “I thought it’d be cute but also kind of funny. Why not announce our relationship by wearing each other’s colors?”

You both continued to move down the red carpet, posing for pictures and talking to interviewers. It was basically a repeat of everything you said in the first interview the entire time, but neither of you minded. May as well get it all out of the way now so you don’t have to continue to explain yourselves in the future.

When you finally got to the end of the red carpet it felt like a weight had lifted off your shoulders. Finally, this secret you had been keeping for so many years was out in the open. You didn’t have to worry about slipping up by accident anymore.

You leaned into Tom as the two of you walked through the place where the premiere showing was happening. He put an arm around you and held you close.

“See?” he said. “It wasn’t that bad.”

“It wasn’t,” you agreed. “I’m just glad to have you with me the whole time.”

He leaned down to place a kiss on your lips. You were glad that you could now opening show him affection without having to worry about being caught.

“I can’t wait to see the movie,” you told him. “It looks so much more fun than the first two.”

“Oh, it’s much more fun. I think you’ll really love it.”

“I’ll love it either way if you’re in it.”

He kissed your nose. “You’re so cheesy.”

“I am, and you love it.”

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[wheredafandomat]

You’re the boss

Loki x female reader: Workplace AU - Warnings: Alcohol, probably some swearing, a bit of smut. If you’re gonna have sex, USE PROTECTION THIS IS FICTION! Let me know if I leave anything out x

Part 5

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On Friday, Loki told you that the event was black tie which meant you had to rummage around in your closet when you got home for something to wear. He told you he’d be at your apartment at seven to take you to the mansion this black tie event was being held in. You spent your free time wondering what Loki was going to wear and whether or not you were going to match.

When you were getting ready on Saturday, you were on the phone to Natasha who agreed that it was strange that your one night stand from a couple of weeks ago was now your colleague who was about to pick you up, from your apartment, and accompany you to a business venture which is what this out of hours meeting was. You hoped that the night went smoothly so that the Roxxons would happily finalise the deal.

Finishing your hair and makeup, you put your dress on before looking at yourself in the mirror. Even you couldn’t deny how sexy you looked. Your deep v neck, black halter gown was backless and had a slit in one of the legs. You paired this with a pair of red bottom heels as well as a small clutch bag and a necklace. You put your earrings in before your doorbell rang. Glancing at the clock, you saw that it was a couple of minutes before seven. You buzzed Loki up, quickly slipping into your heels before grabbing your bag and heading towards the door. Opening it, you were met by Loki who smelt ambrosial. He stopped, eyes rounding when he saw you.

“Wow.” He spoke under his breath.

“What?”

“Y-you look, wow.” He exhaled, looking at you from head to toe. “You look gorgeous.”

His complement made you smile as you looked down trying to hide how flushed you were.

“You look good too.” You answered, still not looking up at him standing so strapping and sexy in his tuxedo.

“Thank you.” He smiled. “Should we go?” He asked, offering you his arm. You took it in silence before he lead you both to his car.

Once you both reached his black Mercedes’, which was definitely a tad flashier than your car, he opened the passenger side door, closing it after you before he entered. You put your seatbelt on before he began driving, focusing on the road as you averted your gaze from him when you realised you were staring. When you first saw Loki in the club that night, you thought he was good looking but it was like the more you looked at him, the more attractive he became. Surely that wasn’t normal.

“Looking forward to tonight?” Loki asked, breaking the silence.

“Yeah, you?” You answered, glancing at him for a moment.

“A night with you? Always.” He teased.

The drive passed peacefully, Loki switching on some music to fill the silent space. Once you arrived, he offered you his arm again as you got out of the car before it was valeted. You took it, arms hooked together as you looked up at the grandiose building in front of you. It wasn’t that you hadn’t been to business events before, it was that they were never this resplendent nor were you ever accompanied by a man who’s seen your orgasm face before.

“You ready?” He asked, whispering in your ear. You were sure you heard him inhale your perfume.

“Mmm.“ you nodded before you both entered, walking past the people who were sipping champagne outside. Somehow this was awkward and nerve-racking yet pulling Loki into the bathroom of a dirty night club for a quickie when you just about knew his name was fine, exhilarating even.

When you both stepped inside, you were handed a glass of champagne each. Glancing around at everyone, your eyes met those of the man who had invited you. He lifted his glass, nodding to you curtly.

“I guess we better get talking to people.” Loki spoke, leaning into your ear as an orchestra band played.

“I guess.” You agreed, taking a sip of your champagne.

As the night went on, you and Loki didn’t leave each others sides as you done some networking as well as speaking with the men from the meeting. They seemed to be in good spirits even offering Loki a cigar as you all spoke, laughing with one another. After a while, they excused themselves telling you both to enjoy the party. You drank some more champagne before you both decided on hitting the dance floor.

Suddenly, you were brought back to Saturday night, the both of you weaving in and out of people as you headed to the middle of the room. Once you stood face to face, Lokis hands were on your body as you swayed your hips. You looked into one another’s eyes, swaying to the music as the room around you grew smaller until it felt like only you and Loki were together.

“Sorry about the deal.” He spoke in your ear “I did speak to Steve as you asked but he wanted me on the account instead.”

“It’s alright.” You answered, standing on your tiptoes to speak in his ear as he helped steady you with an arm around your waist. He really did smell divine. Unable to help yourself, you placed a small kiss behind his ear, his grip on you tightening. As you pulled back, your eyes met again before Lokis lips were on yours. The kiss only broke when Loki began kissing your neck. You were thankful for the low lights and large crowd as you moved flush against him.

“We can’t do this here.” You panted as he kissed down your chest.

“Let’s go somewhere else.” He suggested before grabbing your hand. Swiftly, Loki lead you both away from the party as he searched for an empty room. You followed him eagerly, anticipation pooling between your legs the closer you got to a room you both hoped was empty. Once you reached it, Loki opened it first, stepping inside and looking around. “Coast is clear.” He spoke, turning to you.

You stepped inside, closing the door behind you before looking around yourself. Seeing the large desk, you could only assume it was someone’s office. Before you had time to regard the room further, Lokis lips were on the back of your neck. His kisses ventured lower and lower down your back as you took steps towards the desk. Once you reached it, Loki bent you over it. You felt his lips at the nape of your neck as he held you in place with one hand, the other reaching down to his trousers. His trousers pooled at his ankles before he reached under your dress, pulling your panties down. You felt them fall down your legs as you pulled your dress up.

You felt Lokis fingers gliding through your slick folds as he prompted you to widen your legs. You did, excitement and arousal growing as you waited to feel him inside you again. You felt one of his fingers delve into your entrance causing you to bite your bottom lip, hips moving backwards slightly until Loki stopped.

“Loki?”

“One problem.” He answered. “I don’t have a condom.”

“You don’t have a condom.” You sighed “you didn’t think to bring one?”

“Honestly no.” He replied.

“For goodness sake.” You huffed, still aching to feel him inside of you. “Have you fucked any of those girls from work?”

“No.” He moued “no one since you.”

“Are you clean?”

“Yes I’m clean.”

“Really?”

“As a whistle, I wouldn’t lie.”

You took a deep breath, deciding to put your carnal desires first.

“Do not cum in me Laufeyson.” You ordered.

You both quickly got back into the swing of things as Loki reached around, playing with your clit whilst he gripped his cock with his free hand and coated it in your arousal. Slowly, he began edging inside, you releasing a breath as he did. Your eyes closed as he filled you. You could feel every vein on his cock against your sensitive walls as he bottomed out. Both of his hands found your waist as he pulled out before entering you again. Your hips hit the desk infront of you every time he slammed into you, one hand trying to cover your mouth as you moaned his name.

“You’re taking me so well.” He praised, the sound of his skin against yours filling the room. “Letting me fuck you raw.” He continued through gritted teeth.

“Fuckkk.” You moaned, one of your hands reaching behind you to pull Loki deeper into you. “Fuckk Lokiii just like that.”

“I love it when you say my name, say it again.” He commanded, slapping your ass.

“Loki Loki Lokiiii.” You obeyed, the thought of getting caught making this whole clandestine moment that bit more sexier. “I’m soo closeee.”

“Juust a little longer.” He grunted, fastening his movements as he pulled you against him.

“I-I can’t hold on.” You near cried.

“Yes you can, you wanna be my good girl? Hmm? Hold on a little longer.” He cooed.

Your eyes were watering as you tried to fight down your orgasm, some inane part of you wanting to be Lokis good girl. You wanted to cum at his command, follow his instruction despite your body begging you to let go. Just before you disobeyed him, Loki told you to cum and your body thanked you by having the best orgasm you had ever had. Your body crashed against the desk as Loki pulled out of you, palming himself. Before you had time to truly revel in the feeling, you remembered Loki hadn’t reached completion yet. Spinning around as quickly as you could, you took his length in your hand as you fell to your knees before bringing it to your mouth. Loki looked down at you, a mischievous glint in his eye as you hollowed your cheeks, taking him into your mouth. You flicked your tongue over the tip of his cock a few times before he ejaculated into your mouth.

“Such a good girl.” He breathed, hips stuttering as he released down your throat, you swallowing his cum. Once he was finished, he pulled out of your mouth, sheathing himself again as you remained on your knees, eyes still hooded as your body remained in that orgasmic state. “How about I get us some more champagne hmm?” He offered.

“Mmm.” You answered, still unable to stand.

“Okay, wait here.” He smiled before he left the room.

Needless to say, you didn’t go home in Lokis car.

Loki when he left the room 💀

NEEEEXT

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[delicatenightfury]

"Do you have any idea what I want to do to you?"

2021 Month of Writing: Day 8

Pairing: Loki x short haired!reader

Prompt:

Word Count: 1,663

Author's Note: please don't steal my work! you can choose to respond to the prompt as well, but don't steal my work

Y/N smiled at the group around her, thankful that she had found Sam and Steve, who were more than willing to walk around with her. Otherwise, there was no way she’d be here socializing. These kinds of parties were way out of her comfort zone. The Avengers were attending some kind of fancy, upscale party. Not a Tony Stark style party, but more like a gala charity event. Y/N wasn’t entirely positive at this point.

She had been dreading this night to be honest. Y/N wasn’t one to dress up often and when she did, it was nowhere near this level. Her makeup was typically minimalistic with just a little mascara and lipstick. But Natasha had insisted on going all out. So, here she was, more makeup on her face than she’d ever worn and decked out in a dress she never imagined she’d be wearing. It felt far too extravagant for her.

Y/N took a moment to glance around the rest of the room. The Avengers were scattered around, socializing with different groups. Tony was charming the small crowd around him. Rhodey was close by and shaking his head at whatever Stark was saying. Clint and Natasha were sitting on a nearby couch with Wanda and Vision, who both didn’t really know how to handle themselves in this new environment. That just left Thor and Loki, who were standing near the bar. Thor appeared happy to be sharing stories while Loki appeared rather bored.

Y/N smiled slightly in amusement at Loki’s minor misfortune. He had been brought back to “Midgard” by Thor. Apparently, their parents believed Loki would benefit from being around and helping the people he once sought to rule. When he first arrived, most of the team was rather miserable, but they have since gotten used to Loki’s presence. 

As if he felt her gaze, Loki turned his head and met her eyes. Y/N smiled at him, waving just slightly. He gave a tight lipped smile in return, glancing at Thor and dramatically rolling his eyes. Y/N chuckled at him, well aware he would rather be anywhere else than stuck by his brother’s side.

Suddenly, she felt someone bump into her from behind. Y/N stumbled slightly but Steve reacted quickly and caught her arm.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry!” the man said.

“You okay?” Steve asked.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m good,” Y/N said. “A bit jarring for a girl who’s not used to heels.”

Steve smiled a little.

“Ma’am, I’m so sorry. Are you all right?”

“It’s no problem,” she said, turning to face the man.

“Hang on a second. You’re one of the Avengers. Y/N, right?”

She tilted her head slightly in confusion, but kept a smile on her face.

“Yes.”

“Wow, I didn’t even recognize you!”

“I’m sorry, do I know you?”

“We went to the same college. We had some classes together.”

“That’s right.” She could faintly remember him. College felt like a lifetime ago. “It’s good to see you. How are you?”

“I’m good! I- wow, I just can’t believe it. You’ve definitely changed since I last saw you.”

Y/N shrugged.

“Not as much as you’d think.”

“No, I mean it! You look great. It’s a lot different from the boyish thing you had going in college.”

Y/N froze.

“I’m sorry, what did you say?” Steve said, suddenly turning to look at the man. Sam also turned.

“Back in college, man, she used to always wear jeans, t-shirts, and a sweatshirt. I’d see her around some times and almost mistake her for a dude.”

“What is wrong with you, man?” Sam said. 

The man raised his hands as if to show he was innocent.

“What? It’s true! It’s what she always wore.”

“Some people like to wear clothes that they find comfortable,” Sam said, taking a small step forward. “There’s nothing wrong with that. And it doesn’t give you the right to just say something like that to someone.”

Y/N took a step back but was stopped by Steve’s hand on her arm.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“Um, yeah. I just… I’m going to go get some air.” She glanced at Sam. “Make sure he doesn’t start a fight, Steve. Please? I don’t want the night to be ruined.”

Steve hesitantly nodded, letting her go. Y/N quickly made her escape, weaving through the crowds. Everyone felt just a bit too close and her dress started to feel a little tight. She ducked into the nearest hallway she could find, relieved when she saw that there was a door leading outside just a few steps away. 

The cool air was a welcomed feeling on her face. She glanced around briefly, taking in the decorated patio and garden. It was beautiful, with small lanterns hanging in the air. Y/N slowed her steps until she came to a metal bench. It was a little cold, she noted as she sat, but she didn’t mind. Y/N let out a long breath. Her elbows rested on her legs while she ran her hands through her short hair.

“Y/N?”

She glanced up. Loki was walking toward her, a curious look on his face.

“Hey, Loki.”

“Everything all right, love?” he asked, stopping next to the bench. “You left in quite the hurry.”

She sighed. She was reluctant to tell him the truth. He would know if she’s lying. Not only was he the God of Lies, but they were also close friends, so he could read her pretty easily. He obviously knew something was wrong, otherwise he would not be here.

“I ran into this guy I used to go to school with. Well, he ran into me, actually. He was shocked by how different I looked compared to when we were in school. Basically said I looked ‘less boyish.’”

“Boyish?”

Y/N nodded, sitting up a little.

“I’ve been mistaken for being a guy before. The mixture of short hair and baggy clothing confuses people, I guess. I try not to let it get to me, but every now and then…”

Loki offered her his hand, smiling at her. She glanced up at him for a minute before taking his hand. He pulled her to her feet and brought her close, as if they were going to dance. Y/N felt her heart race a little at the close proximity.

“Do you want to know what I think?” he asked as he started to sway slightly.

“Hmm?”

“I think that man is a fool. He does not know you. You love your short hair and your casual clothing style. Who cares if your style is not deemed feminine. You like to be comfortable.” He smirked a little. “I personally think you look rather attractive when you’re bundled in a larger sweatshirt.”

She rolled her eyes.

“I doubt that.”

Loki suddenly pulled her closer so their chests were pressed together. He tilted her chin up so their eyes met. Y/N almost stopped breathing due to the intensity in his eyes. Loki leaned in closer, his breath brushing against her neck and ear.

“Do you have any idea what I want to do to you?” he whispered.

Her eyes widened, which made his smile grow a little more.

“What? No, you’re just… saying that because I’m all dressed up.”

He shook his head.

“While you look positively radiant tonight, I am rather fond of your day to day appearance. It shows your natural beauty. I think you are one of the most beautiful women I have had the opportunity of meeting. Seeing you every day in the compound, smiling on even your worst days, has brought a light into my life that I want to be close to. I want to hold you, kiss you, show you how much I care for you even though my words and actions will never be enough. But I want to spend every moment I have with you.”

“Loki…”

“Yes, love?”

She blushed. She felt like there were butterflies in her stomach. Since Loki joined the Avengers, she had become quite close with him. She knew a lot about him. Probably not as much as Thor, but there were definitely some things she knew that Thor didn’t. When the chances presented themselves, they spent a lot of time together. The rest of the team had been concerned at first, but Loki had shown that he was a mostly trustworthy ally (when he wasn’t pulling pranks).

“Why me?”

Loki smiled, gently brushing her bangs to the side, only for them to lightly fall back in place. 

“It’s not just your looks that I find attractive. You are creative, intelligent, passionate. Your heart is so kind, the desire to help others is nearly overwhelming at times.” He gently squeezed her waist, which pulled her closer to him. “You took the time to get to know me, despite knowing about what I had done. You helped me find a better part of myself that I didn’t even know existed.”

“Don’t sell yourself short, Loki,” she said. “I didn’t do that much.”

“No, you did more than enough. Beyond anything I could have imagined. You taught me about love, for myself and for others.” He ran his thumb over her cheek and smiled at her. “For you.”

Y/N couldn’t help but lean into his hand. She smiled, a blush covering her cheeks. She stood a little taller and pressed a kiss to his cheek. She couldn’t hold back her laugh at the look on Loki’s face.

“What’s the look for?” she teased.

Loki’s smirk quickly returned as he pulled her closer.

“Does this officially make you mine? Is that what you want?”

“If you’ll have me, I would love nothing more, Loki.” She smiled at him. “Just as long as I get to use your cape as a blanket on occasion.”

Loki laughed.

“Of course, love. Nothing would make me happier.”

#month of writing #writing prompt #loki #loki laufeyson #mcu loki #loki x reader

[kimbap-r0ll]

Hi I just found your blog and I love it! I was hoping to participate in your event, can I please have a romantic MHA matchup?💕 (pronouns: she/her) I would prefer villains

I’m 22, I’m a Capricorn sun (cancer moon and libra rising) I have brown eyes and bright pink dyed hair I love art like drawing and painting, art history, and baking!

I HATE bugs and I cry if one is ever near me lol. Other pet peeves: people walking really slow in front of me, people coughing in public without covering up

I’m very empathetic and always trying to lighten the mood and make people happy. I’m very chill and don’t have problems with anyone (unless they’re rude or mean to me or my friends) I can’t stand people who are rude ignorant. I’m super indecisive and need a lot of validation. A quirk someone gave me once was reality warping (kinda like the scarlet witch) and they said I would have like choatic / trickster type vibes (like loki) and that’s my dream quirk.

I’m b l i n d so always wearing my glasses haha also I love having a sense of humor. I also have anxiety and can be way too emotional sometimes. I’m an ENFP & also I love tie dye clothes, makeup, and everything pastel.

My love language is probably receiving/giving gifts and words of affirmation. I absolutely love picking out little gifts for people and randomly giving them things that remind me of them. And when people do that for me I just love it!

Sorry if this is way too much! Thank you :)

Hello! This is my first time writing for BNHA so it will be a lot of fun! No worries either if it's too much, it's all good :)

There’s a lot of cool villains in the series (believe me they’re all my favorites) but the one that fits the most with you is...

Mr. Compress

So, you have a trickster type of quirk in this universe, and who wouldn’t be more interested than the magician thief himself? He would love the kinds of tricks you place on the civilians if you as well are a villain, perhaps that is how he first found out about you. You guys met when he was first starting out as a villain, and he probably wanted to work alongside you. Imagine the amount of cooperation and chaos you two would show if working together. Reality warping would be indeed interesting to him, and he might admire how well you control your quirk too. Overall you two match each other's vibes.

Anything like bugs are hated equally by both of you, but he won’t worry about catching them for you if need be. He’s a gentleman after all, and he would treat you with RESPECT! But I imagine how much you two probably screamed when there was a spider crawling on the table where you two were sitting. Shigaraki probably had to show up and disintegrate it for you two as you were both cheering him on from the couch you two were standing from.

He admires how you can make people smile all the time. So many people in Shigaraki’s gang of villains basically need help and you’re like therapy. He really likes seeing how much you can make him smile, and he wants to learn from you how to do this as well. Oh yeah, the entire League of Villains basically adopts you too.

He loves to give gifts as well, so you two will surprise each other often. You two might honestly compete for who has better presentations of said gifts just to be flashier. He will absolutely flirt with you in public, probably to Dabi and Shigaraki’s annoyance. Either way, he will compliment you every time he can. He sees you as a partner in his show, so he needs to push you into the spotlight whenever he can.

Anytime you feel any kind of anxiety, he will do his best to calm you down. He’s good at reading people, so he will definitely know how to make you calm in a few minutes. If anyone’s particularly bothering you, he will not hesitate to make them a volunteer victim in his next magic trick.

He loves your artworks too, and would want you to draw him when you have free time. He might contribute by trying to learn how to draw as well, though his talent in this might be limited. He thinks it’s cute to see how much you look focused when making something. Oh and your fashion sense? Absolutely stunning. He will want to show you off during a crime scene as much as possible haha.

Expect many surprises and magic tricks from this man but know that Mr. Compress will love being part of a duet with you in any act.

#bnha #bnha matchups #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #bnha x reader #mha matchup #mha x reader #mr compress #mr compress x reader #mr compress headcanons #atsuhiro sako x reader

[lotti-lyric]

Hi I just found your blog and I love it! Could I please have a romantic MHA male matchup?💕 (pronouns: she/her) I would be okay with any heroes / villians / students

I’m 22, I’m a Capricorn sun (cancer moon and libra rising) I have brown eyes and bright pink dyed hair - I love art like drawing and painting, art history, and baking!

I HATE bugs and I cry if one is ever near me lol. Other pet peeves: people walking really slow in front of me, people coughing in public without covering up

I’m very empathetic and always trying to lighten the mood and make people happy. I’m very chill and don’t have problems with anyone (unless they’re rude or mean to me or my friends) I can’t stand people who are rude ignorant. I’m super indecisive and need a lot of validation. A quirk someone gave me once was reality warping (kinda like the scarlet witch) and they said I would have like choatic / trickster type vibes (like loki) and that’s my dream quirk.

I’m b l i n d so always wearing my glasses haha also I love having a sense of humor. I also have anxiety and can be way too emotional sometimes. I’m an ENFP & also I love tie dye clothes, makeup, and everything pastel.

Sorry if this is way too much !!! thank you sm :)

charlotte’s interlude!!💗- AHHHH my first request!! hi love, tysm, it means the world!! i’m so glad you like my blog!! 💗😭 you sound like such a fun person oh my GOD!! all matchups and requests are open so feel free to send stuff in!! lots of love, thanks again!! 🌸🦋✨

warnings; food, swearing, anxiety mention, and bugs

i match you with…

Taishiro Toyomitsu (aka Fatgum!!)

⊱ ────── {⋅. ♪ .⋅} ────── ⊰

THIS SONG IS YALL ^^

SAID WHAT I SAID

oh my gosh so the first time you guys meet

talk about love at first SIGHT

he’s such a genuine and nice guy so he was LIVING for your empathy!! he saw you helping a stranger who had fallen over

first thing he noticed, def ur glasses!! HE THINKS THEYRE FUCKING ADORABLE OH MY GOD

once you guys are together bestie invest in some contacts bc he’s gonna be wearing those 90% of the time 💀

“Taishi, baby, I need those to SEE-“

“OH RIGHT IM SO SORRY BEAUTIFUL-“

before he even knows you very well, he’s already giving a lot of validation!! he’s always complimenting you on your makeup or your groovy asf tie dye fits!!

one of his biggest fears is that while using your quirk, you’ll get hurt or enter another reality altogether

he just wants to be with you 🥺

YALL GO TO THSOE POTTERY WHERE U PAINT THE LITTLE CERAMICS ALL THE TIME AND HES SO SHIT AT IT BUT DOZENS R ON THE SHELF OF UR APARTMENT

if it’s ok with you, he def appreciates your baking, especially for help with his quirk!! like it tastes fuckin fire and he needs to eat anyways!!

earned the title of the bug slayer!! they’re gone before you can even see them!! if you were to start crying, he would hold you and pet your hair (which he LOVES BTW), just understanding

“I know baby… it’s ok.. I won’t let anything get you!!”

he’s very very supportive and always makes sure you’re comfortable in every situation!!

he’s big on giving you hugs from behind and you guys definitely have “your song” together 🥺

#fatgum #bnha fanfiction #bnha x reader #boku no hero academia #mha matchup #bnha matchups #bnha hcs #taishiro toyomitsu #bnha fatgum #mha fanfic #mha x reader

[obsoleteozymandias]

Hi there! I just stumbled across your blog and I’m really loving your work!! I saw that your requests were open and if it’s alright (and if they’re still open of course) I’d like to ask for a LOTR/TH matchup? (Or marvel cuz I’m obsessed with both and can’t decide- I honestly don’t have a fandom preference!)

I’m a goth gal with an adoration of the strange and unusual! I’m a Gemini and an isfp! As for looks I’m a bit on the short side- I have a rounder face and fairly androgynous features, mid length black and red hair, and I don a considerable amount of makeup most of the time especially eyeliner!! I try my best to be friendly to everyone and most of all make people laugh! but I can be sort of socially anxious— my hobbies and interests include playing the guitar and singing, reading, animals and nature, extreme makeup and fashion, cooking, anything spooky ooky cooky and creepy and pretty much any geeky stuff you can imagine, i’d prefer a male character if that’s alright!! I’ve never made a request like this before so excuse my nerves and I’m sorry if this is a shorter description than normal- but I hope this finds you well and once again I love your writing, keep up the good work!! <3

Thanks queen! Sorry for the late reply - school be keeping me on my toes. 

== The Lord of the Rings == 

I match you up with…

Fili 

FINALLY SOMEONE TO MATCH THIS MAN (dwarf) UP WITH. 

Fili, while definitely the more mature sibling between him and his brother, is not immune to the oddities and charms of lifestyles he has never experienced before. He finds your goth clothing and makeup fascinating, and often watches you apply it. 

When he gets comfortable enough, he’ll ask you to do his eyeliner - not a lot, but enough to accentuate his eyes. He wears it around proudly, like, yeah, my girl did that. 

He views it like tattoos among dwarrows - symbolic of your relationship, and having a special meaning only he understands. He’s always hesitant to wash it off, but you gladly apply it every morning. 

He loves your musical side. In general, Fili loves music. The moment you begin to sing, he’s head-over-heels for you. He plays along with you on his fiddle sometimes, but he mostly just watched, completely entranced by your talent. 

If you know anything about Dwarven culture, he’ll be impressed. Since it’s such a hidden society, few ever learn of their traditions and teachings. But if it suits you, he’ll be overjoyed to share all of his culture with you. 

He’s a massive softie for physical affection. He likes giving it, of course, but he also loves a reassuring hug or kiss. He can sometimes feel inferior to the rest of his family, but you never see him that way - he’s perfect in your eyes. 

== Marvel == 

I match you up with…

Loki Laufeyson 

The trickster god’s biggest trick? His false exterior. Loki’s not necessarily a softie, but he feels in such an extreme way that having someone compassionate and understanding by his side is certainly a plus. He’s afraid more than he will ever say, and he puts on an exterior of arrogance, but at his core he wants love more than anything. 

The first thing that catches his eye is your manner of dress. He loves the color black like any good villain-character-turned-good-ish-guy. He really appreciates the goth style of dress, especially if it’s elegant yet practical. 

He doesn’t always wear makeup, but when he does, he does it with precision. You could learn a lot from him - and he from you. The two of you bond over doing one another’s eyeliner (and messing up lipstick ;))

He’s an animal lover as well - he has a bit of a superiority complex regarding humans and the like, but animals have always seemed so far removed, and he cares in an insanely adorable way about the small bird you see about and the large elk moving silently through the woods. 

Loki is irritated by your friendliness at first - but when he realizes that you don’t want to manipulate him and that you just have a genuine interest in being kind to others, he makes the most of it. He lets his guard down a bit with you, and lets himself be human - not a god with a disastrous destiny, but a human. 

#oz’s requests #lotr matchup #marvel matchups #matchups #kili the hobbit #loki laufeyson #x reader #marvel x reader #lotr x reader

[goatmilksoda]

Nothing in the Parenting Books Prepared Me For This

41. Date Night

Synopsis: After a long and difficult week of saving the world, Mobius and his Lokis decide to relieve some tension and go out on a date at a fancy restaurant where Mobius has a hidden surprise planned.

Word count: 1,905

Stand Alone?: Context helps but isn't necessary

Warnings: NSFW warning! Sylkius; no agere; some kinky stuff mentioned briefly at the end.

Notes: Hey! The story on this one's fine, but the "smut"... has room for improvement. This is a chapter you read for the plot, seriously. But because of the inclusion of graphic sexual content, it's being uploaded here and not my normal writing account.

I will say "smut" is used lightly here because most of the sexual stuff is just foreplay while sex is implied or just like an overview of the sex going on? Like it's not especially sex-y. The emotions are much more sandwhiched in the center of the story where the romance plot is. I might even edit the porn out because it's just not interesting.

Read it on AO3!

For once, the house was quiet. This morning the only noise as the rays of sunlight stretched over Mobius, were the ruffling of sheets. He was surprised to find not only Loki but Sylvie next to him. Both of them were clad in almost nothing besides the blankets and some tight boxer shorts. It had been a long night for the three of them. 

He brushed the hair out of Loki’s face, caressing his cheek to check in on him. The god started to move; his hair in a curly mess of bedhead. He removed his eye mask to kiss Mobius, even though they both had morning breath. 

Mobius repeated a similar motion with Sylvie. She rolled onto her stomach and into his arms to pet his chest with her fingernails and to caress his chin between her thumb and fist. She gave Loki the same sort of special affection, giving him a sloppy kiss and petting his back. 

Mobius got their attention when they were done. “I can’t wait for tonight,” he whispered as Loki climbed on top of him, straddling his torso. 

“Why wait?” 

“I just thought you’d be more in the mood after dinner and dancing,” Mobius winked. 

“Perhaps,” Sylvie said absently as she pulled down his underwear.

“Man, you two are enthusiastic this morning, huh?”

Before Sylvie could mouth him, he sat up on his elbows. “Let's get a little more comfortable first.” 

The last week had been so busy, dealing with a new, nearly planet devastating occurrence that Loki and Sylvie hadn’t had time to be little, but more importantly, they hadn’t had the time to even be around each other, and after four high tension days of nearly no sleep, it needed to be relieved. 

Most of the morning and afternoon was spent doing housework and mundane chores with some sprinkled in dirty-talk and teasing as a sort of bribe for Loki, and to an extent, Sylvie, to actually help. 

At six, they caught Mobius in the bedroom fastening a bowtie on, and fixing his cuffs. 

“Oh, fancy, is it?” Loki asked, making himself a similar, but slightly more extravagant tux with green and gold embroidered accents that could be accidentally overlooked if you weren’t paying attention. “Hm or maybe this?” he showed off by switching his entire appearance, face and all, to something more feminine, and then back. “No, actually I like this one for tonight,” he decided very confidently before giving his boyfriend a kiss on the cheek and exiting the room to go tell Sylvie. 

But apparently, she had already caught wind of the situation. He found her in the other bathroom, touching up her makeup and earrings while wearing a nearly identical dress to the one he had tried on, just a few moments ago. It was a sparkly, green, form-fitting evening gown with a slit up the side, up to the thigh. The skirt may have reached the ground if not for her stylish, sandal high heels, which rose a good four inches off the ground. 

Standing still, she looked absolutely stunning, but the second she moved, shifting her weight at all, it became extremely obvious she had never worn any shoes higher than a cowboy boot as she stumbled and tried to keep her balance. 

“You’re not doing it right,” Loki spoke, standing in the bathroom’s open doorway. 

“What do you mean I’m not doing it right?” she asked, setting down her eyeliner pencil. 

Loki sighed. “Sit down. Let me show you.” 

There was no need for this to even occur as either of them could just will it into being, but the two loved the romance that came with unnecessary, cliche, and dramatic displays of intimate, domestic, affection. Well, Loki did, at least. Sylvie had just learned to put up with it. 

She sat down on the lid of the toilet as Loki applied her eye makeup for her. 

“How do I look?” she asked after also throwing on some dark lipstick. 

“Absolutely stunning,” he responded, taking her by the waist into his arms and smiling. He bent down to kiss her after sweeping her into a low dip. 

“Hey! Watch the makeup. I just applied this,” she rebuked playfully, shooing him away. 

She had a tiny clutch purse with a silver snake clasp at the top and a green fabric body, which almost looked like carved stone from a distance. The fancy bag held absolutely nothing, but was nicely accented with a fur scarf of an animal that may have once been a fox if you were in a dimly lit room. 

As she showed off to Mobius, Loki applied his own subtle eyeliner, and because he actually decided subtlety wasn’t for him, it should be a cat eye, and better make it smoky and green, too. It complimented his 6 inch heels well, which he wore with incredible grace, mostly just to bother Sylvie. 

Mobius looked at his beloveds. “You two make me feel underdressed,” he joked. 

The restaurant was fancy and dimly lit, the kind that kept tiny tea light candles on the table. Dinner was filled with laughter and pining glances. 

While Loki loosened the lids of salt and pepper shakers, Mobius was in the restroom. Poor Mobius had kept it together all night, but the second he looked in the mirror, a wave of horrible anxiety washed over him. “What if it doesn’t work?” he asked himself in the silent bathroom. He washed his face, hoping to make the redness go away with a splash of cold water and then wiped the remaining moisture up with a paper towel. He shook out his limbs hoping to wiggle out the tension, and readjusted his tie with a deep breath. Then, after making finger guns at himself in the mirror, returned to the table. 

Before he had left, dessert was ordered, but the custard flan, creme brulee, and mini coconut chiffon cake hadn't arrived yet. Luckily, the champagne hadn’t, either.

Mobius tried to continue the talk, but the way the gods stared distracted him. It was like they knew something was going on, trying to competitively figure it out before the other, boring into his soul with their dazzling blue eyes.  

What distracted him even more was Loki’s legs rubbing against him under the table. After Sylvie got in on it, using her heels to pet his calves, it became a competition of who could seduce Mobius the quickest. 

“So… when are we going dancing?” Sylvie asked, beginning to get impatient although she knew she would probably be tripping all over the floor unless she took her shoes off. 

“Soon, I promise,” Mobius told her, trying his best to sound confident. This was taking forever. What if it went wrong? What if the waiters forgot? He worried silently, bringing his knuckles up to the side of his nose as if itching his face, even though it didn’t itch. 

Luckily, Mobius was quickly spared of his anxieties as a waiter brought the treats to their table, but perhaps much more importantly, they also brought three glasses of champagne. 

Loki didn’t study it more than simply acknowledging that it was alcohol. “Do most restaurants like this serve champagne with their dessert? You don’t get to choose?” he asked, while getting distracted trying to figure out what a coconut chiffon cake was and why Sylvie had ordered it. 

“No…?” Mobius answered, raising his voice to a higher pitch at the end.

“No?” Loki asked back in a mimicking tone, focusing his attention back to the champagne, and not the strange desserts. He looked at the glass, holding it up to the candlelight. He assumed it was champagne, as that was the only type he had ever seen served a flute- But he paused when something in it hit the light. 

Sylvie took a sip of hers and paused as a similar metallic object brushed her lips. 

Loki, understanding his hand wouldn’t fit in the glass, drank from it to get the fascinating item out. 

He spit it into his hand and studied it. A beautiful, silver ring with a large green emerald in the center of it, surrounded by small white diamonds. 

Sylvie followed his lead and did the same, inspecting her matching one, sliding it onto her delicate, calloused fingers. 

Mobius grinned at them. “So?” he prompted. 

“It’s wonderful…” Loki wistfully smiled.

“So, will you both marry me?” he clarified. 

“Marry you?” Loki and Sylvie both questioned in unison, then looked at each other nervously. 

Mobius almost repeated himself at their incredulous looks. Was it too soon? They had only been together for a year, and even though they had spent most of that year inseparable from each other, that was only a few moments in the long life of a frost giant like Loki and Sylvie. 

“Yes,” Loki whispered at first, examining the jewels on his finger. “Yes!” he exclaimed, making up his mind. “Yes! I want to spend the rest of my life with you!” 

“Sylvie? What about you? Do I have an answer?”

“Sure,” she shrugged. “I’ll marry you and Loki,” she added sarcastically, meaning every word of it. “Are you going to let me finish my dessert, now?” 

Mobius laughed. He had been so nervous, prepared so much for this moment, and yet, it probably would’ve gone exactly the same if he had asked them in the bedroom that morning. 

He finished his creme brulee, watching his partners eat their treats. 

Although she didn’t show it much outwardly, Sylvie was absolutely giddy. Her face was dusted with a light pink blush and she refused to make eye contact with her loves, knowing she’d break into smiles and laughter if she did. 

This was only confirmed after Mobius paid the bill and brought them back outside where Loki and Sylvie absolutely would not leave him alone, insisting on hugging him, or kissing him or holding his hand as they walked back to the car. 

“I think we should skip dancing,” Sylvie grinned, pinning Loki specifically against the car door and rubbing around his tented pants with her leg, but looking over to meet Mobius’ lips. 

“Yeah,” Mobius agreed breathlessly. 

He got in the front while Loki and Sylvie sat in the back, all over each other. 

“Sylvie, you’re gonna make him burst before we even get home. Can you wait until then? He hasn’t earned it yet.” 

Loki went bright red at the thought of earning it, but it just made him more susceptible to his lovers’ charms. 

Truth was, Mobius just didn’t want things to escalate enough to ruin the interior of his car further than it already was (and he wanted, if not to be part of the fun, at least to be able to watch). 

But Loki and Sylvie hadn’t forgotten about him; Upon getting home, they practically threw him down onto the bed, and not only that, they let him enjoy all the pleasures the night had to offer. 

The only part that stifled the experience for Mobius was when Loki kept pounding, and Sylvie kept trying to suffocate him, even after she had swallowed all of his emission and knew he had made it past the brink. 

But, with that being said, Mobius didn’t really mind being treated like their toy, just an object meant to be played with and told humiliating things.

A perfect night for the three of them. 

#not tagging this mostly because I don't care for it to be found ngl #I'm just gonna put the link on the masterpost and call it good enough

[ashdreams2023]

Devil’s nightmare 16/55

Summary: the avengers are assigned to watch over a prisoner….you

Pairings: Avengers x Reader { mainly Loki and Bucky }

genre: comfort, found family, hurt to comfort, trauma recovery, romance

Warnings: blood, mention of abuse, 18+ content

Previous - Next

“I might need you or I’ll break again”

“Aren’t we too young for this”

“It feels like I can’t move…”

“I’m scared for you too”

Your eyes blinked at those emerald ones and the distance between you two grew until he was far out of reach, leaving you alone on the edge.

“Kid, are you ok in there?” You shook your head when you heard Tony’s voice from behind the bathroom’s door.

“Yes” you managed to spit out.

You looked at your reflection in the small bathroom mirror and sighed, the bags under your eyes didn’t look as bad as usual and your cheeks had color in them, at least noticeable to you.

The fabric of the blue sweater they gave you to wear was very soft and cozy, the sleeves were a bit long for you but you didn’t mind, they gave you a pair of black leggings for bottoms and wearing them felt like putting on a pair of stockings.

You opened the bathroom door timidly, not knowing what to expect.

Tony’s grin was the first thing you saw then there was a thump up from Clint.

Bucky nodded with a closed smile on his face.

“Come on, we don’t have all day,” said Tony.

You were going outside, going to see new people and new life.

The steps you took were both hesitant and filled with excitement, you couldn’t help but shake your hands, a tick you did often to relieve extra energy.

Before you could pass the door that leads to the outside, Bucky put his hand on your shoulder.

He leaned down to whisper in your ear.

His warm breath, making your cheeks heat up “hold onto my arm if you feel uncomfortable, ok?”

The buildings were tall and cars were fast, everything was so different.

The way the people dressed, different styles and makeup looks, the way they spoke and went on their day.

“It’s across the street, y/n hold my hand” you blinked at tony a few times before taking his reached out hand, his hand felt a bit rough, it was clear that he worked with it a lot.

The wind tickled your face, blowing away at your open hair, not bothered enough to tie it away.

People glanced once every once and a while at the men surrounding you, and to be completely honest with yourself, it made you feel suffocated to some level.

You squeezed Tony’s hand anxiously, the billionaire noticed immediately and you looked back at your doe eyes.

Tony swallowed and before reaching the intended place he signaled for Bucky to come close.

Bucky understood immediately taking your arm onto his and walking you away to the side under some tree while tony and Clint talked to the diner owners.

“Hey…look at the doves” he pointed up and your eyes followed, the racing in your heart suddenly slowed and you focused on the peaceful bird sleeping on the tree.

Bucky wasn’t the best at dealing with panic attacks but he knows a trick or two to distract himself from being overwhelmed.

Eventually Clint came and you followed, finding some sort of comfort being close to Bucky.

Tony got you a private dining area with covers.

“Order whatever you want kid” said Tony and with that handed you the menu. To say you were lost was an understatement. Why were there so many options for just breakfast?

Even the pancakes had different flavors!

“It’s ok, don't rush yourself” Bucky said, you nodded at and thought for a minute before closing the menu again.

Tony had everyone write down what they wanted to eat just so you wouldn’t be put under unnecessary pressure. In your waiting time you stayed silent as the men spoke about different topics from saving the city to new alien encounters they had. Bucky would send you a gentle smile from now and then. When the food arrived you were hit with the beautiful smell of all the different types of dishes you wrote down, Tony had said to take whatever you wanted and you did.

Which might have led to your table being full to the max. You weren’t ever a fan of coffee so you avoided the bitter dark liquid and stuck with some apple juice.

No one said anything about your choices and stead watched you with a glimmer in their eyes as you took bite after bite.

“Is it good?” Said Clint, you looked up at him with full puffy cheeks, filled with food and nodded like a little squirrel. He chuckled at your adorable action and nudged Bucky with his elbow. Bucky bites the inside of his cheek before pulling out his phone and snapping a picture of you.

You blinked at the flashing light from his phone, titling your head, you swallowed what’s in your mouth and watched as he turned the screen towards you.

The image of you was on his screen, you reached with your finger and touched the screen, curious at how this small device captured your features perfectly.

“What do you call this small device?” Tony turned full body towards you with surprise on his face and wonder.

“You’ve never seen a modern phone before?” He said, you shook your head “I have but I never knew what they were for exactly” and that was the start of Tony's little lecture about technology and how things are way different now than you remember. Eventually you had to leave but not before asking if you could take the leftovers with you. Bucky and Clint carried the containers with all the leftovers while Tony held your hand until you got back to the tower.

Back then you were surprised to see visitors and two woken up avengers.

Sam crossed his arms with an eyebrow raised towards you four and before he could speak a young man appeared from behind him.

“Mr stark! Is this really her? The devil’s nightmare ms!?”

Yeah that definitely was not what you expected your day to be like.

“I’m Peter Parker! Nice to meet you”

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[sergeantxrogers]

| showgirl |

“My dove... do you know how much you’re worth?”

You shrugged.

“Grandmaster says a lot.” A cool finger wipes a tear from your cheek.

“No- not in that way. Not in the way he says it, like you’re something for sale. You’re worth something much more. You mean something much more, to me. Let me help you. I can help you.”

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x f!reader

Word count: 4.9k

Warnings: Smut!!, mentions of abusive/possessive tendencies from the Grandmaster, Stockholm Syndrome if you squint really hard, objectification of women, mentions of slight sexual harassment, mentions of alcohol, reader has a good cry, that’s about it

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“Beautiful, beautiful. My showgirl, everyone, isn’t she amazing?”

The Grandmaster’s voice boomed throughout the room as you smiled at the audience, eyelids heavy and tired, cheeks aching. You stood with an arm raised, the other hand resting on your hip as you winked at an older man sitting at one of the front tables. He smirked at you and an involuntary shiver ran down your spine as you tore your focus back to the Grandmaster standing beside you. 

The lights focused on you were blinding as he leaned into your ear, voice quiet and muffled by the clapping of the audience.

“You did good, my star.”

That was your cue. You were now free to roam around the party, as long as you were near him.  The familiar click of your heels was drowned out by the crowd and music as you stepped down from the stage, Grandmaster holding his hand out to help you. You took it with a smile, your rich abundance of rings and bracelets glimmering under the neon lights. 

“What a show! What a show,” he praised, almost talking to himself as he led you through the masses of people. You said nothing, focusing on not tripping while you weaved through bodies, the hot air sticking to your bare skin, making flashes of heat go through your body. 

All the women around you wore their regular party garments: silk dresses and hair pulled from their faces, heavy jewelry and intricate makeup. You? You wore whatever the Grandmaster told you to. It was a survival tactic you had learned when you first came to Sakaar. You had noticed quickly that he was a bit... unhinged at times, to say the least, and he liked when things went his way. 

So whatever he told you to wear, you did. Which usually wasn’t much, pieces of fabric that left little to the imagination, heels that gave you an extra 7 inches, at least, sultry makeup and hair extensions that made you feel like someone else. You hated all of it, but it was what kept you alive, so you saw it through.   

The crowd dispersed slightly, and you found yourself in the corner of the room, at the Grandmaster’s special section. It was kind of like a VIP lounge, except it was full of people he seemed to find “interesting”. Nights like these entailed you being his arm candy, which is exactly what you did. As he spoke and laughed with the other men you were never bothered to learn the names of, you sat perched on the arm of his large chair, legs crossed and smiling. 

“Ah!”

The Grandmaster’s exclamation pulled your attention away from the confetti on the floor, and you looked up to see his hand out, smiling at someone. 

“My new favorite friend! C’mere, c’mon,” he said, waving the person over. 

You had never seen him before, especially not here, and especially not lately, so you were a bit confused as to the Grandmaster’s words. You eyes met his green ones, then travelled across the rest of his face, taking in his dark hair, wide shoulders set in a black suit with green trimming. You tilted your head in curiosity when his gaze never faltered from your face. That was a nice change from the usual stares. Something about him, however, felt eerily familiar, like you had seen something or someone akin to him before, and so you straightened your back and leaned into the Grandmaster’s side. 

“Who is this?” you muttered to him, and he shook his head with a playful smile. 

“He arrived the other day. Isn’t he wonderful?” 

You hummed in agreement, eyes studying him skeptically when he gave you a smile. “Where from?”

The Grandmaster shrugged. “Some place- Assguard, Assplace, something-”

“Asgard,” the man corrected, and another string of familiarity was pulled taught in the back of your mind, waiting to snap.  

“Yeah, whatever,” the Grandmaster waved him off, then snaked an arm around your naked waist, pulling you closer into him. You fought the wince that made its way onto your face, and smiled down at him. 

“Loki,” the man said, holding out a hand for you to shake. 

“I’m-” A harsh squeeze to your side cut your words off, and the Grandmaster gave a short chuckle. 

“This is my favorite pet. She’s a beaut, huh?”

Loki’s eyes flickered from the smile on your lips, to the Grandmaster, to his hand on your waist, and he retracted his hand slowly. “I see.”

The rest of the night passed just as any other: faking smiles and taking tiny sips of the liquor in your glass. The only difference this time was the pair of fresh eyes watching you from across the table, making you more self-conscious of your movements and micro expressions. The Grandmaster’s sweaty hand never left your side after your meeting with Loki, and his grip only tightened whenever you shifted to make yourself more comfortable. 

You were used to the numbness in your ass and the ache in your back after hours of sitting by his side. What you weren’t used to, however, were the carefully calculated looks Loki gave you every so often, causing you to avert your eyes from him whenever you caught him staring. It was the best way to avoid getting trouble, but you couldn’t deny the peculiarity of the situation, the feeling that you knew him from somewhere churning deep in your chest. 

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The empty hallways were quiet this time of night, save for the tap of your heels on the tiled floors and the jingle of your jewelry and chains on your dress. The walk back to your room after a show was a familiar one, something you had gotten used to the third time you had done it. Nobody else from the party had a room on the floor where you were, so you considered yourself thankful to the Grandmaster for allowing you a sliver of peace after all. 

Your steps echoed through the hall, and your eyes were half-shut as you yawned, then groaned. Dancing’s a bitch.

“Hey-”

A voice interrupted the serenity of your walk, and you stopped dead in your tracks, rolling your eyes. You turned around slowly with a smile plastered on your tired face, to find Loki jogging towards you. 

Your brows furrowed in confusion as he reached you. 

“I thought I’d walk back with you,” he said, chest slightly heaving. 

“Walk... back with me?” you asked.

Loki nodded. 

“You seem to be the only tolerable person on this planet so far, but that’s probably because I’ve only spoken to a handful.”

You snorted and rolled your eyes, then continued your walk. He fell into step with you as you spoke.

“So, how did you know I was here?”

Loki shrugged. “The Grandmaster told me I could stay on this floor, but not to disturb his prized possession.”

His eyes flickered to yours, then back to the floor again. “I guessed he meant you.”

“Oh. Okay.”

You walked in silence for the next few moments, before you spoke again.

“Loki, right? We met the other night.”

He nodded. “Right, we did. But I never caught your name.”

You gave him a small smile. “Y/N.”

“Lovely,” he muttered, more to himself as he let his eyes travel across the grand entrance of your bedroom, floor-to-ceiling red doors with detailed silver attributes. He raised a quizzical brow as he looked back and forth from the doors to you. 

“You get doors?”

You let out a laugh at his question, then nodded. 

“Yeah. Big man says I need my privacy, or whatever.”

Loki hummed in acknowledgement. A beat of silence rang between the two of you before you gestured to the doors. 

“Wanna come in? If you’re not busy?”

As you asked the question, a streak of fear ran through you at the realization that you were still just a stranger to this man and he would probably say no if he had an ounce of brain in his handsome head. 

Your panic, however, was unnecessary, as he smiled at you. “Sure, love.”

The name made your heart race as you pushed a shoulder against the heavy doors, and stepped into your room with a smile. “Welcome to my humble abode.”

You held your arms out as Loki pushed the door closed behind him, a loud thud sounding throughout the hall and bedroom as he did. His eyes took it in; white tiled floors, yellow walls, as per your request, with a large bed against one of them. An open door through one of the other walls showed a large bathroom, and a corner of your room held glass doors leading to a balcony. 

“Humble?” 

You laughed. “Yeah, this is humble on Sakaar.”

You motioned for Loki to have a seat one of the cushioned chairs in the middle of the room as you made your way to the bathroom, pulling off rings and bracelets as you did. Loki watched you disappear behind the wall, as he sat and waited for you to come back.

“Do you drink, Loki?” you called over your shoulder, and he smiled to himself.

“On rare occasions.”

“Well,” you said, emerging from the bathroom in a t-shirt and sweatpants, “I guess showing up on Sakaar counts as rare, doesn’t it?”

You smirked his way as he nodded, and you rummaged through the mini bar that he hadn’t noticed until now, before coming back with a bottle of something red and two glasses in your hands. Settling yourself down onto the couch across from him, you poured the glasses halfway before handing him one. 

He took it with a smile on his face, and clinked his glass against yours. 

“Don’t you drink all night, though?” he asked after a sip. 

You shook your head. 

“I prefer not to when I’m at the parties. Safer that way.”

Loki lifted a brow. “But I saw you with... in your hand...?”

“Oh no, I just pretend until the Grandmaster’s drunk enough for me to put it away.”

“Oh. I see.”

You hummed with a nod. 

“So...”

You looked at him expectantly, waiting for him to continue.

“At a lack for better words- I can tell he’s got you on a pretty tight leash.”

A sad smile graced your lips, and you shrugged. “Well, it keeps me alive, being his little toy. I’m just afraid of what’ll happen to me once he gets bored of me.”

“How long have you been here?”

“Well, I’m sure you’re well aware of how time works here, but if I had to guess, I’d say about a year.”

Loki went silent at your answer, eyes searching yours for a hint of a joke, but found none. 

“It’s not that bad, you get used to it, I promise,” you tried reassuring him, but you could tell by the way his face dropped and his jaw tightened that he wanted to go back to wherever he came from very soon. 

“So where did you say you were from again?” you asked in an attempt to change the subject, and his eyes snapped back to yours. 

“Asgard.”

“It sounds familiar,” you confessed, staring at him with narrowed eyes, swishing the liquid in your glass back and forth. 

“Does it? It’s amazing, nothing like this pile of junk.” He had said the last few words with such distain that you couldn’t help the giggle that left your mouth. 

“So you say...,” your voice trailed off. 

“I have a brother. His name is Thor.”

“Thor? Thor... where have I heard that name?” you mumbled to yourself, brows pulled together in frustrated concentration. 

“Nevermind,” you said after a moment, shaking your head. “I’m sure it’ll come to me sooner or later.”

“Like I said, it’s not as bad as it seems.”

“Easy for you to say, you seem to get the special treatment around here,” Loki said into his glass, and you pursed your lips. 

“Yeah, I guess you’re right. He sucks but at least he gives me whatever I ask for. I even have access to places nobody else does.”

At that last part, Loki raised his eyebrows in curiosity, and set his glass down onto the table in front of him. 

“Places like?”

“I can show you, if you’d like.”

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“A library?”

“Yep.”

“And nobody knows about it?”

“Nope.”

“Why?”

“Well,” you started, trailing your fingers along the book spine son the nearest shelf, “the people here are like, crazy obsessed with their technology, and the Grandmaster thinks they would revolt or something if they found out about it.”

Loki gave a roll of his eyes at your words.

“Typical,” he muttered, pulling a book off the shelf. 

“Madame Bovary?”

You hummed. “One of my favorites, though it’s a bit torn around the edges.”

“Yes... come to think of it, all of them are a bit rough, aren’t they?”

You nodded. “They all come from outside.”

“The trash heaps?”

“Yeah, that’s right. When I first got here I convinced the Grandmaster to let me collect all the books I find outside in exchange.”

“In exchange for what, love?”

Your smile faltered, and you swallowed heavily, turning your head away from Loki casually. “My shows.”

Loki said nothing. You heard the familiar sound of a book sliding back onto the shelf. You felt a heavy hand on your shoulder, and turned your head to find Loki standing closer to you than what you remembered. You tried fighting of the nervous blush that rose in your cheeks as he looked at you. 

“The library on Asgard is marvelous... I’ll show you one day.”

His words came out low, almost in a whisper, and you gave him a sad smile. You knew as well as the next guy that your chances of getting off this planet were slim to none, but you were grateful for the comfort. 

You cleared your throat, tearing your eyes away from his. You let them travel across the books above you, until one specific book with golden binding caught your attention. The gears in your head started turning, and Loki followed your gaze once he saw something click on your face. 

“You... you said Asgard, right?” you asked, almost breathlessly, and Loki nodded, confused. He reached up to grab the book your eyes were trained on, and read the cover. The Poetic Edda.

Your gaze fell to the book in his hands, then lifted back up to meet his. 

“I’ve read about you,” you whispered. “I’ve read about you but I didn’t actually think you were real-”

“Of course I’m real-’

“Well, I can see that.”

“People write books about me? About- about my family? Our lives, and our history?”

You nodded frantically, eyes wide, and a grin was slapped onto your face when you realized you were speaking to the Loki you’ve read about.

“Yes, they do. There’s many more where that came from,” you said, gesturing to the book he was flicking through. 

“Show me.”

After that first night in the library, you and Loki developed a routine: he would wait for you in the hall after your show, walk you to your room, and wait for you to dress down. The two of you spent hours in the library, sometimes even staying the entire night reading, talking, shushing each other when you thought someone was coming. Until sunrise. 

Sunrise was when the two of you parted ways, because you both knew how dangerous it would be if the Grandmaster caught Loki stealing away his prized possession, and you showing a stranger your secret library. Which is why, in the eyes of the Grandmaster, the two of you never communicated. For all he knew, the two of you barely tolerated each other, acknowledging the other’s presence when needed, during the afterparties and drunk nights where you seemed to be the only sober beings in the room. You never spoke to Loki when you were with the Grandmaster, and Loki never looked at you too long while he was present. There were glances you would steal, however, that caused Loki to force a smile away from his lips and turn his head in fake interest of the crowd. 

A month, if you could even call it that on this God forsaken planet, had passed with the same routine of you working the Grandmaster’s parties in your skimpy clothing and too-high heels, then going to the library with Loki. 

A month of you feeling the slightest bit of joy in your life you had felt since you had gotten to Sakaar, the change of pace in your boring days like a breath of fresh air. 

A month of Loki, and a month of reading books and drinking tea in the darkest corners of a small library by a window, yet the pole you wrapped yourself around each and every night was still as cold as ever. A month of Loki couldn’t bring enough warmth into your soul as much as the disgusting stares of strangers could chill it. 

The lights blinded you, like they always did. You learned during the first week of your dances how to refrain from squinting (after the Grandmaster had so kindly told you how much he hated when you squinted). After studying the room every night, you had eventually learned, from your high vantage point, where Loki sat. And he was who you kept your focus on. Your eyes zoned in on him and ignored everyone else, and that was what kept you sane as the men whistled and goosebumps pricked your bare skin. 

You had also learned a long time ago that feeling underappreciated at your job was pointless: the first few people who had thrown money at you had been exiled by the Grandmaster. The money stopped coming after that, but you kept going. 

Another night of clapping, smiling, uncomfortable heels carrying you off the stage, sitting by the side of the man who owned you. Tonight was different, however. He didn’t know what it was but Loki could tell you were off just by the way you avoided his eyes and cast your gaze downwards at every movement he made. You made no action to remove strange hands from your hips and back, made no attempts at your usual sarcastic rebuttals towards old sleazy men, barely even forced a smile upon your face when the Grandmaster introduced you to someone as his favorite toy.

Two hours passed, and Loki watched you lean down to whisper something into the Grandmaster’s ear. His expression was unreadable, but he nodded at whatever you said, and before Loki knew it, you were shooting up from your spot on his chair and turning away, hurrying through the large crowd. He tried his hardest not to stare, not to go after you because he had the aching sense that something was wrong, and he couldn’t help you until the party was over. 

So he waited. He waited until most of the guests dispersed like they did every night, waited until the Grandmaster was too drunk and preoccupied with one friend or another, and he snuck through the remaining bodies, out of sight. Hurrying towards your room, his heart pounded in his chest. Not from exhaustion, but from worry. In the short while he had been there and seen you in action, there hadn’t been one night where you hadn’t stayed until the very night. 

When he reached your doors, the momentum threw his body against them, a blunt thud coming from where his shoulder hit them. He took a deep breath and knocked frantically.

Silence.

He knocked again, harder this time. Again, he was met with silence.

He called your name, once, twice, and got no response. His heart was beating out of his chest at this point, adrenaline flooding his veins as he pushed the heavy door open. It slammed shut behind him, the familiar echo booming against the high walls. 

His eyes scanned the large room, finally landing on you curled up on your giant bed. 

“Y/N?” His voice came out in a tentative whisper. You said nothing. He took a few steps closer, and noticed your body was shaking underneath the covers you had buried yourself in. 

“My love, what is it?” he asked, rushing quickly towards your bed. 

A sob left your lips as you turned your head to look at him. Makeup running down your cheeks, eyes dark and smudged, lipstick faded on your lips. Your eyes met his concerned ones, and fresh tears welled against your lashline when Loki brought a slow hand up to brush away the hair that was stuck to your cheek. 

“What happened?” Loki whispered, and you sniffled. You took deep breaths, shaking your head. 

“I’m sick of it.”

Your answer was barely audible, but Loki was so tuned into your movements and whispers at the moment that you couldn’t have blinked differently without him noticing. 

He didn’t ask you to elaborate. He didn’t have to, because he knew what you meant. To be quite honest, he was surprised you had held yourself together as long as you had. 

“I know,” was all he said, and you squeezed your eyes shut as another wave of mascara-muddled tears rolled down your face. 

“But- I can’t stop.”

Your words confused Loki, and he caressed your cheek slowly as you peered up at him. 

“What do you mean?”

You shrugged lamely under the covers. “It’s all I’m good for.”

Your simple sentence made Loki feel like someone had just pulled a rug out from under his feet, and he was falling. Falling, falling, and never stopping, just a never ending dark hole of aching heartstrings and the unconfessed need to give you love. 

He stared at you, and you stared back. His hand slips ever so slightly under the sheets to tug on your arm, and you sat up in your bed, slouching as you looked at him with exhausted eyes. 

“My dove... do you know how much you’re worth?”

You shrugged.

“Grandmaster says a lot.” A cool finger wipes a year from your cheek.

“No- not in that way. Not in the way he says it, like you’re something for sale. You’re worth something much more. You mean something much more, to me. Let me help you. I can help you.”

Loki’s last few words came out in a whisper, and you stared into his eyes, wondering if he was playing a cruel joke on you, or if this was a test from the Grandmaster all along and he was confirming whether or not you were worthy enough of keeping around. 

But, as he stared back, you found nothing but sincerity, eyebrows pulled together in pain, eyes going back and forth between yours. And you couldn’t help yourself. You fell into him, pulling his face to yours and pressing your lips against his. 

They were cold, and soft. A sharp contrast to your burning ones, your body temperature high given all the crying you had been doing. Loki’s hands gripped your waist, your fingers pulling through his hair, and you felt his tongue swipe against your bottom lip. That was when you pulled away.

“I’m sorry,” you said through slight pants, and he stared back at you, bewildered, lips swollen and pupils blown wide. 

“What for?”

“For- for that. I shouldn’t have-”

“Please,” he interrupted you, hand coming up to cup your jaw. 

“You should have, and I’m glad you did, because I would’ve gone insane if I had to wait any longer.”

A hot blush rose up your neck and decorated your cheeks as you smiled sheepishly at him. 

“Really?”

He nodded. 

“At the risk of sounding... indulgent, I’ve dreamt of doing things far greater than this with you.”

You locked your gaze on his, a flame ignited in the pit of your stomach. 

“Show me.”

Your two words made Loki go mad: his head went dizzy as the blood from it rushed somewhere below the belt. 

He pulled your face into his again, kissing you hungrier than the first time, and a sigh left your nose when he pushed you back into your bed slowly. His lips left yours, making a trail down your neck, the column of your throat, onto your chest. He lifted his head, noticing you were still in the outfit the Grandmaster had gifted you for the party, and a wave of anger overtook him. 

“I want these,” he muttered, tugging at the garments with a finger, “off.”

You nodded, giving him the go-ahead, and he took his time taking your skirt off, pulling it down your legs, leaving chills in its wake. 

“You’re worth more than these pieces of fabric,” he mumbled into your skin, placing kisses on your thighs and hips, and you squirmed under his touch, hips involuntarily lifting off the bed. 

His cold fingers ran up your stomach, across your rib cage, underneath your breasts, stroking the skin there, and you threw your head back with a sigh. 

The skimpy bra you were wearing did little to cover you, and his touch travelled up the valley of your breasts, skimming over your collarbones softly before he tugged the straps down off your shoulders. Loki dropped his head, kissing the skin there and you whined. 

“And you’re worth more than that pole he forces you upon,” he whispered into your ear. His hips pressed into yours and you felt his erection pressing against your thin panties. Your hands found purchase on his back, dressed in a button up and you felt his shoulder blades shift with each movement he made. 

“Off,” you muttered, scratching at the cotton, and he hummed. 

He lifted himself off your body, sitting on his knees between your legs and you watch as his nimble fingers worked the buttons, undoing them in a flash and tugging the shirt off his shoulders, throwing it somewhere on the floor beside the bed. It wasn’t important where, because the only thing you could focus on was the build of his body and the bulge in his dress pants. And of course, the ache between your thighs. 

You opened your mouth, but before you could say anything Loki’s fingers hooked under the hem of your panties, and your words died in your throat as he pulled them down your legs teasingly slow. 

“Oh...”

The word left your lips in a soft moan as Loki dropped down between your legs. 

“Loki-”

A cold finger cut you off when you felt it swipe up your pussy from entrance to clit, and your legs spread even further out of reflex. You watched with hooded eyes as Loki brought his finger up to his lips, sucking in clean. 

“And you’re definitely worth more than the cheap liquor at the parties,” he said with a sly smile painting his lips, and you whimpered. Your hands shot down to bury your fingers into his hair when he trailed open-mouthed kisses against the inside of your thigh. 

“Please- Loki- fuck.”

He slipped a finger into you, slowly, leisurely, and you sucked in a sharp breath. 

“Shh... will you let me taste you, my love?”

You nodded frantically and before you knew it, his tongue was on you, heat against heat, wet against wet and your fingers tightened there grip in his hair because he was exploring you, he was devouring you, liked a man starved. 

Your legs clenched against his head, your thighs against his ears muffling every sound around him but he didn’t care because you felt good, he felt good and you looked so delicious with your chest heaving and lips parted in pleasure. His pants grew even tighter when you moaned his name, but the only thing he could pay attention to was the sweet taste of you on his lips and the warmth blooming in his chest as you begged for more, more, more. 

Loki’s hands came up around your thighs, latching onto the flesh there and gripping you against the bed. Your eyes rolled back as he flattened his tongue against your clit, tracing letters and shapes against you until your body was covered in a thin sheen of sweat. 

“Shit- Loki,” you panted, lifting your head to look down at him, and his eyes met yours. 

You let out a groan at the sight, toes curling as the thin thread holding your sanity snapped.

“Loki, I’m-”

Too late. Your hips stuttered against his face and you chanted his name like it was the only word you knew, waves of pleasure riding through your body from head to toe to the point where you could do nothing but clench your eyes shut and grasp onto his hair so tight you were sure it gave him a headache.

Your body fell slack, your grip loosening and your legs going weak as your head lulled to the side. Loki came up to you and chuckled at your hazy state, wiping away a bead of sweat on your forehead before leaning down to kiss it. You smiled lazily, glancing up at him.

“I’ll get you out of here, I promise.”

You blinked slowly, looking up at him, happier than you had ever been in the past year.

“Okay,” you whispered softly, nodding as you brought his hand up to your lips, pressing your lips to it.

“I will. Even if it’s the last thing I do,” he muttered to himself quietly, reassuring both you and himself that it was his number one priority.

A bell of realization rang in your mind and you raised your brows in concern.

“Loki, what about-?”

You looked down between your bodies, and he hummed deep in his chest.

“Round two, my love.”

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Hit me Baby, One more Time (Wrestler Loki x Female Reader)

Read chapter 35 here

Chapter 36

Summary : They say, when you see something from your own eyes, it's mostly true. Afterall you saw it happen right, but could your eyes fool you?

Trigger Warning : Mentions of rape, drug use, Mentions of past abuse.

(that's how wrestler loki looks when he's deep in sleep and it's adorable)

You were getting ready for the party Loki was throwing for you, to celebrate you and Mack making it to the top 10 of the dance competition. You'd be on tv. You still couldn't believe that you made it to the top 10, but he believed in you, he planned the party even before you got selected. He believes in you more than anybody else.

You were about to start doing your makeup when he came behind you and wrapped his arm around your waist and his lips latched straight to your neck "Mmm you should get ready too" you smiled and bit on your lips to stop the moan threatening to leave your mouth. Your eyes glanced over the dress he got for you to wear at the party. Giant spoiler.

"Can I do your face?" You blushed as you heard him "Mmm..We will get late for our own party but I won't mind that" your voice sounded so sultry so he raised his eyebrows and looked at you in the mirror then he chuckled, took him a second to figure out what you meant. 

"Ohh little kitten, I'm not asking to fuck your mouth, as much as I would love ruining your pretty face like that, I was hoping you'd let me do your makeup today" you blushed. But from embarrassment this time.

"Uhh ummm okay yeah sure" he kissed your cheeks then turned you around to kiss your lips

"Awn look at you, so flushed, so warm" he chuckled as he caressed your cheeks with his palm, that made you warmer. "It's okay darling, honest mistake" he told you and made you sit down on the dresser.

You were just in a bathrobe and all he wanted to do was get you all naked and fuck you senseless until you're begging him to stop, but he could wait, he wanted you to enjoy the party, you deserved to relax, you have been so stressed out lately and he wanted you to just let your hair down and dance without any worries. The last month passed by you two so quickly, but he only got more and more addicted to you. He loved waking up with his beautiful birdy, he loved coming home to his Precious girl. He loves loving you.

"You know how to do make-up?" You asked him and he smiled at you "Noo but I have seen them doing it when I'm up for a shoot or something" he mumbled so you nodded. It reminded you of that picture in his closet but before you could get too sad about it, he asked you if you had moisturized your face beforehand so you nodded in agreement.

"So the primer goes first right, wait don't answer that, I know I'm right" you giggled as you heard him. In the last month you have noticed little things about him, little things he would never say but his actions conveyed the message. 

Like when he wants you to eat a little something, instead of asking you he would just bring your favorite snacks and give them to you. Sometimes he doesn't even realize that he's doing it, or when he wants you to take a nap after tiring rehearsals, he would pick you up in his arms and tuck you in bed like a baby. If you're really lucky and he doesn't have to be at an event or out for something you get to sleep on him. Literally on him. Or when he knows you're stressing too much a night before your performance, he would just take you out to a club so you could dance it out with him. Little things that he never says to you but you have never felt so cared for before.

He would drop down to the studio and surprise you whenever you missed him too much, he also fucked you in the studio's changing room once, it was an amazing day to say the least. Sex atleast once a day was mandatory if not twice or more, but only when you felt upto it, and you always felt upto fucking him because who wouldn't want that? Whenever he was around you he'd find a way to touch you. Not always sexually. You scratched his scalp, he massaged your sore legs. He loved being able to touch your bare skin, it comforted him to know that he had you now. He felt safe, you felt safe.

 There are also things that aren't so dreamy about him in a shallow world, something you could have known only after living with him. Like how when he's deep in sleep, he sleeps with his mouth open and drools, or how he gets on the bed with his dirty shoes on sometimes, or how he'd leave the kitchen messy after cooking, not that all of those things made him any less sexy but it made him more human and less intimidating. However, his little imperfections made you want to love him even more. Everytime he'd go to New York you missed him like crazy, a day or two away from him once a week felt torturous. But hey facetime sex is hot. You had only done it twice but it has been one of the most erotic experiences you have had with him. Until now atleast.

"Okay I'm done with your foundation, the concealer comes next" you snapped out of your thoughts as you heard his voice, you looked in the mirror and the base he applied seemed perfectly blended "Damn you're good mister" he smiled at the praise and after applying concealer he did your eyes. He didn't go too crazy with the eyeshadows "Soft look for soft little birdy, you don't really need much you know" he mumbled as he blended the eyeshadows together, sometimes he'd utter the most adorable words so randomly. You were never not taken aback.

"Really?" You chuckled so he leaned down and kissed you softly "Do you doubt me my precious girl?" He asked you so you kissed the tip of his nose "Never" 

And you never would have doubted him, you would have trusted him blindly, because you knew that after everything he has been through himself and knowing how much Jack hurt you he would never end up doing the same thing with you right? Oh how you wished you were actually blind right now because then you wouldn't have to see him with his tongue down some other woman's throat. 

Just few minutes, You went away from him for a few minutes. Your mom called so you went upstairs to talk to her, but she couldn't stop talking. Half an hour later, when you came downstairs, you found him on the couch kissing the hot lady bartender he hired to serve the drinks, even though there were only like fifteen people at the party. You tried to console yourself, you noticed her flirty glances at him throughout the party, so maybe she came onto him, maybe he would pull away from her any second, maybe he'd push her off him. But he didn't. He continued to kiss her, he even cupped her cheeks like he often does yours, it felt like a punch to the gut.

Mack's eyes met yours and he was as shocked as you were with the sudden turn of events, everything seemed so perfect half an hour ago. He kissed you so passionately before you two got downstairs, he did your lipstick again, then kissed you again because he couldn't get enough of you. He whispered how proud he was, how much he adored you then What happened? How did your world turn upside down in the matter of a few moments all over again? 

You ran upstairs, you couldn't watch him anymore. Did he cheat on you behind your back all this time? Just like Jack did? Did he sleep with other women when he went to New York? The truth would break you down. You knew that. And you didn't want to know any more than that. He cheated and that was the reality of the situation. You finally woke up from the dream.

Mack was so pissed off at Loki so he walked over to him and pulled him off her "What the fuck is wrong with you man? Why would you humiliate her like this?" Mack asked him and Loki looked at him as if he was high on something. Then he turned his head and looked at her, the horror on his face visible as he realized what he had done. "Where is she? Mack?" He asked Mack as he teared up so he pointed upstairs, Loki tried to get up but he stumbled on his feet so Mack helped him up 

"Are you okay? What's wrong with you?" Mack asked him as he saw that Loki was breathing heavily, he seemed wobbly and he was slurring on his words "I'm..I ju..I need to find her ..I need to find birdy" he whispered and somehow he made his way upstairs to the bedroom you two shared. He knew something was horribly wrong with him, but he had to make sure you were okay first. 

"Y/n" he called out to you as it was dark in the room, he couldn't see anything, he already felt disoriented, he got inside the room and turned the lights on, then he walked over to the balcony and there you were, crying your heart out.

"Birdy??" You turned around as you heard his voice.

"Don't call me that, you asshole, how could you? ..you promised..you promised that you were mine only..that you'd never hurt me like he did..then how could you do that Loki?" You yelled and screamed at him, the sight of your broken state crushed his heart too, he felt as if someone had stabbed him right through the chest. He kissed another woman? How could he do that to you?

"I uhh I am .. please just listen" he walked over to you but he stumbled down again and that pissed you off even more "Are you seriously drunk right now?" He shook his head as he heard you and he looked up at you. Your eyes that often seemed full of love and care, seemed hollow. They seemed as if you hated him and why wouldn't you. He cheated on you right? He wasn't drunk, he had just one drink, how could he get drunk so fast? And then he realized what had happened. It all felt too familiar suddenly.

"Fuck you and every other man on this planet, I'm leaving" he was so scared and now you were leaving, he's making you Leave him "Nooo birdy.. please just wait" he tried to get up but he lost his balance so he sat down on his knees, he couldn't even get up anymore. You stopped in your tracks as you heard his broken voice, you truly hated him in the moment but you didn't want to leave him out there in that condition so you walked over to him 

"Let me get you in bed then I'm getting the heck out of here" he teared up more as he heard your voice devoid of any emotion. You brought your hand forward so he held your hand, but instead of getting up he pulled you down instead "I didn't cheat on you I promise birdy I would never do that" he sobbed a little as he cupped your cheeks "I would have believed you but I saw it with my own eyes, so don't even try to justify yourself loki, get up now" you mumbled but he grabbed your hand and then he placed his head down on your shoulder "I ... I couldn't think ..I couldn't see .. I thought she was you, I could only see you, I ..call a doctor please.. I love.." 

And then he fainted, he fainted in your arms. Everything felt as if you were in a scary fever dream after that, it all happened so quickly, you called heimdall and asked him to get a doctor and he came as soon as he could. You had no idea what to think at the moment, the doctor gave him an injection and told you that he was okay but it could have gotten worse if he wouldn't have arrived.

"What the hell happened?" You asked him so he sighed as he looked at you and heimdall "He overdosed on a drug it seems" your eyes widened at the revelation. He never did drugs, you knew him at least that much.

"Wait what? No he doesn't do drugs" you told him 

"Didn't say that, someone might have mixed it in his drink or something, an avid user won't take so much in one sitting, they know their limits" the doctor told you so you looked at heimdall. 

"Ohh god..The bartender" Heimdall ran downstairs to get her as soon as you said that. 

"Just take care of him, I took his blood sample, I'll inform once I get the tests done, but I'm pretty sure someone mixed huge amount of ketamine in his drink, one of the most common date rape drug, he may feel delirious when he gets up but he will be alright in a day or two" the doctor proceeded to leave but you stopped him.

 "Is he going to be okay, please tell me he's going to be okay" you asked him so he looked at you "He'll be fine but if he feels worse when he gets up, bring him to the hospital" 

After the doctor left you sat down next to him, and caressed his head softly. When you researched more about it, you realised that he was roofied, he was hallucinating when he kissed her, she tried to fuck him by using the drug. The thought made your skin crawl and suddenly you were filled with an immense feeling of regret and hurt. While he stumbled and begged for you to stay, you yelled at him, called him an asshole and threatened to leave. You judged him again after all this time, but what were you supposed to think when you caught him like that? 

You went downstairs and sent everyone home, and Heimdall told you that he couldn't find the bartender, she probably fled after the commotion but she was caught in the security cams so he'll look out for her.

"I know you're worried but he'll get up soon, he heals fast"

"I know and I'm grateful but why would someone want to hurt him like that?" You sobbed and he sighed in response

"Maybe she was a crazy fan or something, I'll figure it out soon" you nodded and locked the door when he left. 

When you came back to the bedroom he was shifting in his unconscious state so you walked over to him and he opened his eyes soon after. The doctor said it might take a few hours but he was up after two hours only and you couldn't have been happier to see him conscious.

"Loki?" You called out to him as you sat down on the edge of the bed. He sat up instantly and pulled you in a tight embrace. His one arm wrapped around your waist while the other one held the back of your head "I was afraid you'd leave" he mumbled and you couldn't stop your tears from falling freely. You were not crying anymore but your tears kept coming. You almost left him out there in that condition, while he was scared and delirious, heck he could have died. He could have died because you jumped to conclusions like always. 

When he pulled away he wiped your tears "I didn't cheat on you, it all happened too fast, I called out your name and she came to me, and I .." you cut him off as he talked so fast as he tried to justify but you didn't need him to, he shouldn't have to justify, he was the victim here. 

"I know baby I know I know baby I'm so sorry I'm sorry sweet baby" you sobbed in his arms and it made him tear up as well, so he cupped your cheeks and kissed you softly. 

"I would never hurt you like that birdy I promised you didn't I? I could never do what Odin did or what Jackass did, I'm yours and I don't need anyone else, only you, just believe me please" He mumbled hurriedly so you kissed his forehead "I know I should have trusted you, I should have gone to you when I saw you kissing her but it hurt so bad, seeing you like that with someone else" you wrapped your arms around his neck as you spoke. Your sobs hurt him to the core. This was supposed to be a good day for you.. 

"I know, It's not your fault little thing, I  should have been stronger than that" 

He felt pathetic, how was he not able to differentiate between you and her? How did he not recognise his birdy? How did he miss the sweet taste of your lips and tongue? How did he hallucinate and think he was kissing you? How could he still be so weak after all these years, how could he still be so fragile that a drug knocked him out so badly?

"Don't you say that..you were roofied, she mixed a rape drug in your drink, very high dosage, I'm ..you're up and talking so soon, it's nothing short of a miracle" you mumbled as you sobbed so he looked at you 

"I know I was drugged, but I should have known that at the time, I should have noticed the effects" you shook your head as he blamed himself. Why would he blame himself for something so out of his control?

"You couldn't have known, baby, you're not a god, okay?" You made him look at you and tears dripped down his cheeks as he couldn't hold them anymore but then he wiped his tears, and his whole demeanor changed in seconds and you knew he was shutting himself down again. You recognised that look.

"I should have known birdy, not the first time I got drugged like that, I should have come find you" 

"What do you mean loki?" You looked at him shocked so he sighed as he pulled away from you.

"I was drugged and raped once ..it's not really a big deal" 

He said it so nonchalantly as he leaned backwards on the headboard. Another skeleton came out of his closet and the whole truth hurt you more than anything else could have.

You knew The truth would break you down right? Well it did.

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