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Pairing: Loki x Female reader
Summary: You are Y/N the Goddess of Victory, after killing Thanos on Knowhere, the Time Variants Authority abduct you and Loki the God of Mischief.
Word count: 2K
Warnings: SMUT (18+ Don’t make me ban you horny teens), strong language, unprotected sex (wrap it up guys), Fluff, references to miscarriage.
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“What kind of a sick joke is this?!” You yelled at Mobius, staring unbelieving at your own smug face looking back at you from across the table. “Well, variant. If you would let us, explain without yelling like an angry child, I’m certain we could tell you.” The other you across the table smirked and tilted her head slightly. “Fuck you where irritating.” You thought to yourself. You knew you acted like this when you wanted to get a reaction out of someone, so you supressed the urge to retaliate, not wanting to give her the satisfaction. “Proceed then, fake me” you said, mustering as much venom in your voice as you could. “Okay, moving on then.” The other you chirped far to happily, “As you know I’m Y/N Discordia, the Goddess of Strife, but for the sake of keeping communication simple between us you can call me Cordi.” She paused, looking at you for some sort of reaction, but you shrugged and continued to look around the room, searching for any kind of exit or escape route. Cordi narrowed her eyes at you and continued, despite your obvious disinterest, “I’m employed here at the TVA as an Analyst”, “Junior analyst, at least until I review your performance on this case” Mobius interrupted, never looking away from the computer he was still trying to get to work. “Right, Junior Analyst, for now.” Cordi sighed rolling her eyes. “We’ve brought you here because we need your experience, we’re dealing with a variant who has been ambushing and killing our minute men, all we know so far is from DNA samples we’ve collected from the scenes is the variant carries the DNA of one Loki Laufeyson, God of Mischief and one Y/N Potts, Goddess of Victory.” Your eyes blinked back to look at Cordi as the weight of her words set in. “Wait. So, you’re telling me a child I haven’t even had yet is killing people??” you asked, completely shell shocked by the information being thrown at you. “Well sort of, this child would have come from a variant of you and Loki. But regardless, we need you both to cooperate with us and help us catch them. As variants of their parents, we hope you’ll be able to anticipate their next moves and perhaps even be able to reason with them.” Mobius explained as an image of you and Loki holding a toddler in your arms appeared on screen. They had your Y/H/C hair, and bright green mischievous eyes that reminded you of Loki’s and was wearing a pair of tiny horns that mimicked Loki’s golden helmet. You couldn’t tell if it was a boy or a girl but the sight of you and Loki, with this tiny life, so happy brought tears to your eyes, as you got off your seat and approached the image, as if trying to touch it. “Y/N, will you help us?” Mobius asked, gently bringing you back to your new reality. You quickly wiped away your tears on the sleeve of your beige jump suit and turned to face them. “Where is Loki? I need to talk to him before I agree to anything.” You said, your voice full of determination, despite your eyes still brimming with tears. “We’ll go get him. Mobius? A word in private please.” Cordi said, getting up from the table and talking to the door with mobius following her. You walked back to the table where the computer was as you pressed it you heard Loki’s voice ring out in the room around you. “You can do it! walk to daddy!” you heard as you watched the screen as the tiny toddler began shakily walking towards where Loki was standing, while you held the toddler’s hands as you guided them over to your lover. You let out a breathy laugh crying at how happy you and Loki where, and what could have been, as your hands travelled down to wrap around your abdomen, where the life inside you should have been. The images filtered onwards, until you seen what looked to be you and Loki in a beautiful painted room. You were wearing a beautiful white gown, with a crown of emerald-green roses with gold thorns and a long veil as Loki wore his beautiful green and gold armour. “I do, now and forever” he smiled at you on the screen. “Oh, my Gods, are we getting married?” you thought, as the scene played out in front of you, warming your
heart and making you smile. Next the screen flashed forward, and your blood ran cold, as you recognised the face on the screen. Thanos. You thought as you looked on in horror, watching your lover point a dagger at the mad titian, only to be frozen in mid-air, “Undying?” Thanos’s voice reverberated through the empty room and rattled you to your very core. “You should choose your words more carefully” Thanos continued as he wrapped his hand around Loki’s neck, raising him off the ground and beginning to choke him. In the background of the image, you could see you and Thor, bound and gagged, screaming in abject horror and the scene unfolding in front of you. You got up from your seat and walked to wards the screen, horrified at the images, and sounds of Loki fighting for his life. “Y/N, brother…. I love you” Loki gasped in-between breaths looking over Thanos’s shoulder to you and Thor as you both screamed, muffled by the gag. Until you heard a deafening SNAP of Loki’s neck breaking. You fell to the orange tiled floor, head in your hands sobbing uncontrollably. “No, Loki. No” you kept repeating over and over as you rocked back and forth trying to comfort your-self. You haven’t even heard the door to the room open when you heard Loki cry out your name. He sprinted over towards you and took you into his arms shushing you, stroking your hair and asking if you were alright. “What the hell have you done to her?!” he yelled at Mobius and Cordi. “We didn’t do anything; she must have watched further on the tape” Mobius said looking at you both sympathetically. “Please don’t ever leave me again Loki” you sobbed into his jumpsuit as you turned into his embrace, gripping on for dear life. “I’ll never leave you again as long as I live darling” he gently reassured you, placing a kiss on your forehead. “That’s what I’m afraid of” you mumbled, glancing back at Loki’s corpse on the screen, with your body draped over his sobbing uncontrollably as Thor tried to comfort you as best he could. “I think we had better let them rest a bit, and process everything we’ve told them” Cordi said, looking over at you and Loki, her arms folded across her chest. Loki helped you to your feet and kept a protective hand on your waist as you followed your variant out of the door, and back into the maze of nauseatingly bright, orange corridors. Loki’s eyes, full of concern never left you the whole way down to the rooms. Cordi had called them guest rooms, but by the look of them it was a fancy way of saying prison cell. Each room contained two single beds bolted to the walls at opposite sides and the same horrible brown and orange décor that seemed to haunt this ghastly place. She left two piles of clothes and shoes on each bed, one for Loki and one for you. “Get some rest. We’ll come and get you both once we have a more solid action plan” Cordi smirked, her eyes lingering on Loki for longer than you would have liked. “Thank you variant” you interrupted her gaze by stepping in front of Loki, making Cordi sigh and roll her eyes before walking away, leaving you both sealed in this tiny jail cell.
“Well, this is fucking spectacular isn’t it!” you sighed laughing and leaning back on your bed, only to smack your head off the concrete wall. “fuck oww” you said scrunching up your face and rubbing the back of your head. “Did they tell you about our mass-murdering-would-be-child?” you asked looking at Loki who as just sitting down on the bed next to you gesturing for you to come lie between his legs so he could cradle you in his arms. “They did, and whatever atrocities they’ve committed isn’t on us darling. If we had a child…” He kissed the top of your head and wrapped his hands around your abdomen. “They would know nothing but the love and adoration of their wonderful parents.” He was silent for a moment, prompting you to look up to face him, you could see the internal struggle that was going on in his mind, it was written all over his face. “You would be a wonderful father Loki” you gently smiled, cupping his cheek, and stroking it as he leaned into your touch, placing his hand over yours. “Have I told you how much I love you?” He smiled at you, his eyes shining with adoration. “Not lately… or however long it’s been, I don’t actually know” you laughed straddling his waist and leaning in to kiss him gently. Loki deepened the kiss passionately massaging his tongue against yours making you moan into his kiss. He gripped your butt cheeks as he picked you up and placed you on the floor against the room wall. He began to unbutton your jump suit, button by button until your entire chest was exposed to the chilled room air. He let out a low growl and got to his knees in front of you, taking your hard nipple into his mouth and began biting and sucking, running circles around it with his tongue while pinching the other in his hand, making you arch your back off the cold concrete wall and letting out a moan as you ran your hands through his hair. He worked his way back up your body, tenderly biting and kissing your neck before capturing your lips with his once again. You began to shrug off the sleeves of your jumpsuit letting it pool at your waist, before Loki yanked it to the ground, leaving you naked and hungry with desire. Kneeling in front of you again Loki propped your leg up on the bed and quickly dove his mouth between your legs, eagerly lapping up your dripping pussy. You cried out his name as your hips bucked towards his mouth, making him grin and laugh, sending vibrations through your heated core. You firmly gripped onto his hair as his tongue toyed with your clit, making your legs nearly buckle as you moaned out in pleasure. Loki picked up the pace, feeling your pussy twitch under his mouth as you reached your high, pushing his head closer as your rode out your orgasm on his face. Loki came back to capture your lips once again, making you burn with desire once again as you tasted yourself on his tongue. You unbuttoned his jumpsuit and pulled it down from his waist as his thick length slapped off his abdomen, his eyes practically black with desire, as his eyes roamed your naked body. He propped your foot back onto the bed and guided his throbbing shaft into your needy pussy, making you both moan out loud in unison. He began to thrust into you wiggling his hips as your hand gripped against his perfect arse, the other hand he pinned above you on the wall as he thrusted into you, hitting your sweet spot over and over again, making you moan into his mouth, “I’m close baby,”, “Come for me darling,” he breathily moaned into your kiss as his own movements became ragged as he unloaded inside you, your velvet walls clenching against him. Breathless and exhausted both physically and emotionally you curled up naked on the one bed, finally feeling safe and at ease in Loki’s arms once again, as the calming blackness of sleep took over you both.
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Warnings: Smut18+, Unprotected Sex, Biting, Male Performing Oral, Spanking, Hair Pulling, Dirty Talk, Dom Loki.
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I sit up in the bed, hearing the water running from the bathroom, a deep breath passes my lips as I run my fingers through my hair. I swing my legs over the side of the bed catching my reflection in the floor to ceiling length mirror, a small smile dancing across my lips at how insistent Loki was at getting this installed last week. My eyes fixate on the red numbers behind my reflection, turning around I take note of the time 3:06am.
My eyebrows frown together, confused as to why he is awake and showering at this hour. I tip-toe to the bathroom not wanting to scare him. I peek through the gap in the door as my breath hitches at the sight of Loki standing in the shower, cock in his hand slowly stroking himself, head tilted back against the tiles, water running down his chest.
“Fuck me.” I cover my mouth, my whispered words coming out louder than expected as a cocky smirk dances across Loki’s lips, his position against the shower wall remaining the same, his eyes staying closed.
“Mmm, get on the bed and wait for me darling.”
My legs feel glued to the ground, my thighs rubbing against each other in hopes of relieving some pressure, arousal pooling in my panties.
“Did I stutter?” Loki questions rhetorically, his movements stopping and his eyes finding mine. “Go.”
I scurry to the bed, my heart beating loud and an excited smile taking over my face. The water shuts off and within seconds the bathroom door opens, filling the dark room with a warm light.
“I was waiting for you.” Loki whispers, his eyes racking up and down my body, blush filling my cheeks as I take notice of how little his shirt actually covers, my lace panties on full display.
My eyes wander over his toned body, small water droplets falling from his hair, my lips parting slightly, a whimper escaping me. I fixate on his dick, hard, precum leaking from the tip, twitching with need.
“My beautiful girl.”
I look up at Loki, his tongue dragging across his bottom lip. His body caged mine against the bed, his nose bumping against mine.
“I’m going to ruin you.”
I swallow hard, causing Loki to chuckle, his lips kissing my cheek softly, trailing kisses down my neck, biting and sucking my skin.
“Hang you head off the bed.” I raise an eyebrow before slowly sliding back on the bed and hanging my head slightly, my eyes locking with my reflection in the mirror, Loki smirking back at me.
“I want you to watch yourself, watch me please you.” Loki clicks his fingers, my clothing disappearing into thin air, his fingers wrapping around my throat causing my eyes to flutter closed. A sigh passes my lips as his grip loosens, his hand slapping my cheek as my surprised squeal fills the air.
“Watch me.” Loki reiterates. I nod in response, his lips locking with mine, his hands wandering over my bare skin, soft cool drops of water hitting my skin from his damp hair. My fingers trace through his raven locks, our lips moving in sync against each other, his tongue dancing with mine, both of us moaning into the kiss. Loki pulls away first, kissing down my body, his tongue circling my nipple, alternating between the two, his teeth pulling at the bud. My eyes stay locked onto him in the mirror, watching his every move.
Loki licks his lips, my mouth falling open as his finger drags up and down my glistening slit. His eyes lock with mine in the reflection, bringing his slick digit between his lips, sucking it clean.
“Delicious.” I watch the heat fill my cheeks, before Loki disappears between my thighs, my fingers instantly tugging at his hair. His skillful tongue swirls and swipes at my clit, I keep my eyes open, watching as my face washes with pleasure, Loki’s name falling from my lips like a prayer. My eyes flutter closed the second his finger slides inside of me, my pussy clenching around him.
“Please.” I whimper, wanting nothing more than to be filled.
Loki doesn’t answer, continuing to lick and suck my clit, adding another finger to my tight core causing my back to arch off the bed.
“Loki, fuck, yes.” My fingers tug at his hair harder, earning a moan to vibrate against my pussy. His arm wraps around my thighs, holding me down against the bed as he continues to lap at my core. My legs shake under his embrace, my mind fogging, cheeks flushing and my heart racing.
“I’m cumming.” The words barely pass my lips as my eyes roll back, my body tensing before falling limp against the bed.
Within seconds, Loki taps my thigh, his lips glistening in the dimly lit room. “Ass up darling.”
I instantly comply, tingles filling my body, my pussy clenching around nothing. Loki runs the tip of his cock up and down my slit before sliding deep inside me, his head dropping back, his mouth agape, moans falling from his lips like water. My moans mix with his in the air, my eyes fixated on him in the mirror.
Loki locks eyes with me, winking before sliding deep inside of me, both of us moaning at the familiar feeling. Slowly he rocked his hips back and forth. My fingers gripped the bed sheets, loving the feeling of his cock rubbing against my walls perfectly, finally feeling full.
I watch as he kisses up my back, his teeth sinking into my shoulder, his hand wrapping around my neck, pulling my body against his chest.
“You take me so well, look at you darling, my little cock whore.”
My eyes roll back, my arm going behind Loki’s neck, his lips kissing up and down my neck, his cock slipping in and out of me.
“Loki, so big.”
His deep chuckle sends a wave of butterflies inside of my stomach, my eyes wandering over us in the mirror, his eyes watching my boobs bounce with each thrust. Loki’s hand falls to my stomach pressing against the skin, feeling himself inside of me.
“Feel that?” I whimper in response, nodding softly.
“Good girl.” His whispered praise sends a shiver down my spine, his hand moves from my stomach to my clit, rubbing rhythmic circles on my bundle of nerves, my legs twitch at the sensitivity.
I fall forward, landing on my hands as Loki continues to rub circles on my clit, his fingers tangling in my hair and pulling my head up.
“Watch yourself cum for me, watch me fill you.”
I smirk in response, biting my lip as Loki smirks back, his hand leaving my hair momentarily, spanking my ass hard, surely leaving his mark on my skin.
Loki’s fingers lace in my hair again, his eyebrows frowned together, mouth agape.
“Cum for me darling.”
My mouth falls open, face flushing, legs shaking as I cover his cock with cum. Loki bites his lip, his cock twitching inside of me. His eyes leave mine in the mirror, looking at where our bodies connect before his warmth fills me. Loki’s cheeks fill with heat, his eyes fluttering shut, my name falling from his lips in a breathless whisper.
His lips trail up my back, fingers dancing across my skin, goosebumps running over my body.
Loki’s hand falls under my chin, tilting my head up to the mirror, his lips brushing against my ear.
Day 18 for HBC Kinky Halloween and yes I’m caught up! We’re following up from Day 4 for @the-th-horniest-book-club
Word count: 530
Warnings: sex toys - unprotected sex - 18+ONLY - if you click on the Keep Reading link you agree you’re over the age of 18
Loki stared at the item; it was an interesting shade of blue, wide and tall. Not as wide or tall as me, he noticed. The buttons on the bottom only pointed up and down. He pressed one and the beads inside twisted; he pressed another and a low hum started as the ears vibrated. His gaze turned towards you, laying on the bed, legs wide, propped up on your elbows. You gave him a knowing grin.
Without a word, he placed it between your legs. You bit your lower lip hard as the ears teased your clit, the tip just barely sitting inside you. “Loki,” you bit out, “Loki.”
He pressed it further into your body, watching you draw a drop of blood from your lip before letting your head fall back. Loki pressed a button and you jerked, squealing as the beads moved faster. You tried to squeeze your legs together, but Loki wedged between them kept them wide. He pressed another button and you bucked your hips as the speed of the ears picked up, the beads slowed down. Loki watched your face, fascinated as your eyes closed then widened, your tongue snaking out to wet your drying lips. He slowed the ears and moved the beads to the highest speed. You screamed as your orgasm ripped through you quickly, falling off your elbows. Your head lolled back and forth as you tried to close your legs again, sobbing as your hands gripped the sheets beneath you; your body taking the delicious torture he was raining down. Your core tried to grip onto the dildo but Loki pulled it out and you gasped. Without a word, he slid into you and groaned. Your core grasped him like a warm wet fist. Loki leaned down to kiss you as he moved over you faster and harder, his grip tight on your hips.
There was no vibrating this time, no teasing ears, just his cock, harder than ever, driving into you deeper and deeper. You clung to his shoulders as he raised one of your legs over his shoulder. The new angle had him grazing your cervix and you screamed again as another orgasm took over, spots dancing in front of your eyes. Loki raised the other leg over his shoulder and moved over you, chasing his orgasm as your core continued to milk him. “One more,” he gritted out. You could only gasp as he grabbed your ass, lifting you into the air and taking you at another new angle. You tried to scream but your throat was dry and raw as he pounded into you, his hand reaching down to thumb your clit, giving you that third orgasm and the one he had been chasing. He came violently, the come seemed never-ending, even as he lowered you back into the mattress. His cock softened but stayed buried in you. Loki fell on top of your stomach, pressing kissing into your softness. Tears sprang to your eyes; your left hand reached out and stroked his jet black hair. “Loki,” you cooed, “you are incredible.”
“Amazing,” he mumbled against your stomach. Then pressed another kiss to you. “And all mine.”
Synopsis: Certain things come to mind as you hear the God of Mischief announce that Gods do not plead – ever. You are sure, you will find a way to make him beg.
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Warnings: smut, light bondage, SO MUCH SMUT, definitely some edging, too
A/N: Alright, alright, alright. What was that I said about finishing my other fics before writing something new? Never mind that now. Loki's "A God does not plead" line simply did things to me and I had to get this out, so I can focus on some work, okay?
Also: please do me a favour and listen to Rosenfeld's "Do It For Me" while reading this, okay? I mean, the title of this oneshot is literally the title of that song. Trust me, you won't regret it.
One of your eyebrows shoots up as you hear the God of Mischief tell Ravonna Renslayer that “a God does not plead” – not ever. You cannot see his face, but you can hear the arrogant, self-assured smirk in his voice. You try to suppress the grin that is tugging on the corners of your lips as your mind wanders. You were sure, you could find a way to make him utter that little word that began with p and ended with lease. Even if he said, he would never let it come over his lips. You had briefly seen his face when he had come into the courtroom. Those full lips…
Agent Mobius cleared his throat as your concentration had faltered and you had let that grin slip out of its constraints and spread across your face. You made sure to quickly wipe it off your face and try to go back to being the stern Assistant Agent that you were known as. And yet, you couldn’t help but let your mind keep wandering as Loki made his case, Ravonna found him guilty nonetheless and almost sentenced him for execution. Mobius had intervened. Though you doubted, it was for your sake. That incompetent fool had his own goals in mind, surely. But you were just as sure that he would get nowhere with this Loki variant. You on the other hand… You would find a way to sway him to your cause. Make him beg you to take him on, even.
“What’s on your mind, Assistant Agent Y/N?” Ravonna’s voice pulled you out of your thoughts. You blinked, quickly took in the director’s office you found yourself in. Right. You and Mobius had come in here to make your own cases for the future uses of the captured Loki Variant. But as Mobius had droned on about how this Loki could help you find the Variant killing all your Hunters and Agents out in the field, your mind had wandered back to your own plan. Something, you could not possibly lay out in detail in front of Mobius, nor Ravonna, actually.
“Nothing. I just think there are… other ways of getting this Variant to see our side and help us. Maybe he already knows something, we don’t,” you replied, shrugged and leaned back onto the couch, casually draping one of your arms on the backrest.
Mobius sniggered. A sound you hadn’t heard from him before. “And you think, your methods will help in making him talk? That guy is an arrogant son of a bitch. I’m sorry, Y/N, but I don’t think, your kind of expertise will help in this case.”
You shot Mobius a glare from the side, then turned back to Ravonna. “Let me at least try. My way of doing things will certainly be more pleasant than showing him all of his mistakes, the hurt he caused and will cause in the future. If it doesn’t work, give him to Mobius afterwards.”
Mobius tried to protest, but Ravonna lifted her hand and silenced him with one look. She stood up from her desk, clasped her hands behind her back. Then she turned her back on both of you and looked out the window. She always did that when she needed to think over a choice. For a while, the office was silent. Except for the glares that you and Mobius exchanged. Even though he had trained you when you were a Rookie, your paths – and methods of investigation and interrogation – had since diverged. And he didn’t like the fact that your unorthodox methods actually yielded results and his own work didn’t. Ravonna sighed, then turned back around to you, interrupting the staring contest you and Mobius had started to see who was more stubborn. Mobius broke off first and you bit your lip to hide the grin. Of course, you always won this sort of thing. Mobius was simply too embarrassed by all you represented to really ever take you on headfirst.
“Fine. Assistant Agent Y/N, you get your wish. But if your method does not work, Agent Mobius will get a chance. Although I still don’t see why either of you would want to save this Variant from being deleted. He has no more purpose to serve,” Ravonna announced. She waved her hand, dismissing both of you and you and Mobius practically raced each other out of her office.
Outside, Mobius scoffed and hastily straightened out his tie. “I look very much forward to you delivering the Loki Variant to me when you’re done with him,” he stated in his best I’m the senior agent here, so you’ll do what I say-tone.
Now you let your own self-assured grin spread across your face, lighting it up like spotlight. “There won’t be much left for you to work with when I’m done. I’ll get him to our side, you’ll see.” Then you straightened your own jacket and walked down the hallway, with Mobius calling “Good luck” after you. You stopped, before you rounded a corner, turned around and replied: “I won’t need it, but thank you.” And then you were on your way to the holding cell they had put Loki in.
Loki was pacing in the room when you got there. He threw you a quick glance, then turned away from you with a scowl. You stopped to wonder for a second whether it was because you were wearing a TVA agents uniform or if there was another reason behind his scowl.
You motioned towards one of the orange plastic chairs that stood on either side of a desk. “Sit. You and I will have a little talk, Mister Laufeyson,” you said and moved a step closer to him, loosening your own tie in the meantime.
He just stared at you. “I do not know what we could possibly be talking about,” he growled. You almost giggled at his reaction. Clearly a frustrated panther in a cage. But you would get him a little bit of relief. If he obeyed.
“You can also kneel if that is what you want. If I remember correctly, you quite enjoy making other people kneel, do you not?” you replied. Now your tie had come completely undone and you put it on the desk in front of you. Then you took off your brown TVA jacket, folded it neatly and put it over the backrest of the other chair. You unbuttoned your cuffs and rolled up your sleeves, all the while all too keenly aware that Loki didn’t let you out of his sight. He had at least moved to the chair, but he hadn’t sat down yet. The challenge in his eyes was clear.
You walked towards him, positioned yourself behind him and popped the first two buttons on your shirt. “I said, sit,” you ordered again, put your hand on one of his shoulders and pushed him down onto the chair. A surprised Oof escaped his lips, and he turned his head to look at you, watching you as you went around to face him. You could see the spark of anticipation in his eyes that betrayed the rest of his face, still a scowl. “Now, Mister Laufeyson. We need to lay down some ground rules before we get started here.”
He arced his brow, not quite sure what to make of you leaning against the table like that, with rolled up sleeves, open shirt collar and curling the tie around your hands again. “What rules? What is this? If you think, you can torture me to get me to help you with something, you are quite mistaken, Miss.”
You only smiled at him, then bent down and leaned in close, so your noses almost touched. You could feel the way his breath hitched as you leaned in, and you smiled again. “Oh, I won’t torture you. And you will help me of your own free will when we are done here. What was it you said in the courtroom? A God does not plead? Well, we will see about that, Mister Laufeyson. We will see about that.” You straightened up again, walked around to his back. Then, you took one of his hands in yours and pulled his back against the backrest, holding his hand behind it. “Now, as for the rules. Number One: You will only speak when spoken to.” You took his other hand, pulled it behind the backrest as well. Putting his hands together, you quickly tied your own necktie around them, making sure not to make the knot too tight. “Number Two: You will only touch me when I give my express permission.” Then you put one hand into his silky, black hair and pulled his head backwards a bit. “And, lastly, Number Three: You will beg for me to release you. Is that understood?”
He let out a breathy “Yes” in response and you smiled, seeing how his chest was already moving harder than it had been before. You leaned in once more and whispered one word into his ear. “Good.”
You let go of Loki, moved back to his front and revelled in the way he looked you up and down, now drinking you in in a way he hadn’t before. And, he was silent, as you had ordered him to be. You leaned in closer again, hands carefully, slowly, moving up his thighs. He swallowed hard. “Now, Mister Laufeyson. What do you know of the TVA?”
“Not much,” he whispered back. “If that annoying little clock is to be believed, the TVA takes care of the so-called sacred timeline.”
“Correct.” You put your hand against his crotch, feeling his leg twitch slightly because of the unexpected contact. A gasp escaped his lips. Then you opened the buttons of his prison uniform, wrapped your hand around his dick, already growing hard. He inhaled with a hiss as you slowly began to stroke him. “Well, there’s a lot about branching timelines almost destroying the world, yada yada yada. I’m sure, you heard that before, so I won’t bore you with the details.” Especially, because Mobius will talk about all of that again.
You watched as his pupils dilated, not letting go of your gaze, unflinching as you kept on stroking him. His breathing grew harder, as did his dick. Then you let go of him and his could barely restrain the frustrated groan that came out of his mouth. You straightened up again.
“Would you like to know how you die, Mister Laufeyson?” you asked, bringing distance between you and him again, by walking around to his back. He tried to turn his head to keep his eyes locked onto you, but you simply took his head into your heads and gently turned it forward, so he stared at the desk and the empty chair behind it. “Would you like to know how you die?” you asked again.
“What?” He shook his head, swallowed. You didn’t need to see it, to know that he was blinking rapidly, trying to regain his focus – and his arrogance. “No,” he finally answered.
“Hm,” you said. “Pity. It is quite tragic. But if you don’t want to know, I won’t tell you.” You leaned in, reaching around to the front, to touch him again. “Now then. Tell me, Mister Laufeyson, what do you know about the timekeepers?”
He whimpered and you grinned, didn’t stop stroking him, felt the way he arced his hips, involuntarily bucked against your hand. But he didn’t answer. So, you pulled away again. This time, he growled in frustration and flexed against the tie around his wrists.
“Now, now. Mister Laufeyson, we talked about this. Tell me. What do you know about the timekeepers?”, you said and leaned in again, your hand hovering over his crotch, but not touching. You waited for an answer.
He swallowed, licked his lips. “Again, not much. I-I know, they’re supposedly watching over the timeline, making sure, no multiverse can spawn again.” He paused for a moment, then turned his head. A half-smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. Then he outright moaned when you touched him again. You chuckled lightly at the sound. He bucked against your hand again, making the chair squeak in protest at the movement.
“Very good.” You let go of him again to untie his wrists. And there it was. The little sound you had been waiting for. You leaned in, your breath grazing his cheek. “What was that?”
He growled, looked at you, pupils wide, chest heaving – he was dripping desire and you loved seeing him this way. At your mercy, ready to do anything you asked of him. “P-please,” he whispered.
You cocked your head. “I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you right. What did you say?”
He scowled at you for a second. Then, as your hand hovered above his crotch again, he bit his lips and tried to thrust upwards into your hand. “Please. I am begging you,” he groaned. You grinned.
“Alright,” you replied, but did not touch him again. Instead, you pulled him up by his collar, pressing your body against his and kissing him – hard and needy. You were slightly embarrassed at your loss of control, but as Loki wrapped his arms around you, digging his fingers into your ass, you forgot about that. You practically tore each other’s clothes off. Not that there would be much to undress in Loki’s case.
Your lips never left his as he pushed you against the desk, pulling, grabbing and pushing. He was just as needy as you were, no point in denying it. You moaned against his mouth as he pushed himself inside you and began to thrust. Briefly, your mind panicked as you asked yourself if the TVA had cameras in this room. Then you remembered that it wouldn’t matter, if everything was preordained by the Timekeepers, this was supposed to happen.
Loki hid his face in the crook of your neck and moaned against your skin as he came undone inside you. But that didn’t stop him from continuing to thrust into you and then he pulled one of his hands away from your ass to touch you and you followed him over the edge with a moan and arcing your upper body against his, away from the table’s surface.
You stayed like this for a little longer after you were done, waiting for the other’s breathing to normalise. You gently stroked his cheek, whispered between lazy kisses: “You will help me kill the Timekeepers, won’t you?”
As you emerged through the portal, you found yourself surrounded by 70’s style décor all a nauseating shade of orange and brown. “Get your hands off me or I swear you’ll be sorry!” You yelled at the two guards forcing you further into the room, behind you Loki had just arrived shouting similar threats to the commander who was manhandling him. As you stopped in front of an elevator, the guards let go of you. You turned on your heels immediately to try and reunite with Loki, only to end up facing the elevator again. “How?” you shook your head in disbelief, before frantically trying again to reach Loki, again ending up back facing the elevator. The guards looking amused and holding some sort of gold device in their hands. The elevator doors opened with a cheerful “Ding” “Gods I hate this place” you thought as you where swiftly thrown into the elevator and turned to see the guards mockingly wave you off as the doors slowly closed, you banged your fists against the metal doors. It was very dark and as you began to look around you felt something touch your shoulder “Oi! Hands off!” you yelled, turning around to be confronted by a vintage looking robot with a far too cheerful face. The lights in the elevator turned on and the robot once again tried to grab at the zip of your catsuit armour. “Back the fuck off now R2D2, before I turn you into scrap metal” You yelled, pointing a finger aggressively at the bleeping machine. You noticed your hand wasn’t glowing its usual shade of purple. You tried again. Nothing. “What the hell is going on here?!” you thought out loud as you tried and tried again to no avail. “Hold very still” a robot voice said, making you look back up at the machine as you saw what looked like a laser appear and disintegrate your entire outfit, leaving you completely nude. “Rude! At least buy me dinner first” you quipped, folding your arms over your breasts and looking around to make sure no one else was present. Before you could react further, you fell through the floor, being placed in an ugly beige jumpsuit and landing in another lift compartment with a miserable looking bastard behind a desk, and a very cute cat looking as shocked to see you as you where to see it. “Please sign to verify this is everything you’ve ever said” he said monotoned and flatly. “Excuse me?” you said, watching as the man sighed and another piece of paper was printed off from an 80’s style printer and placed before you. Your last sentence displayed upon it. “So, whatever I say is going to keep coming out of that printer?” you asked, half astonished, half just wanting to noise this guy up. He sighed again, taking another sheet from the printer saying “Yes, now sign” and pushing the pile before you. You begrudgingly took the pen from the stack of paper and wrote “Fuck you” clicking the pen off and holding up the paper message, passive aggressively smiling at the miserable man. “Now can I leave??” you asked him, placing your hands on your hips. Before falling through the floor again, “Oh for fuck sake! WILL YOU STOP BLOODY DROPPING ME!” You yelled staring up at the trap door ceiling shaking your fist like an old man wanting kids to get off his lawn. When you looked back ahead there was a large red gateway, splattered with what looked like blood and entrails. You backed off slightly, not wanting to mess with whatever the hell that was, when you noticed the man in a suit standing next to the machine. “Please confirm to your knowledge that you are not a fully robotic being, were born an organic creature, and do in fact possess what many cultures would call a soul.”, You stared at him in horror, blinking. “How is that even a question?! Do people not know if they’re a robot?” You said confused placing your hands back on your hips. “Thank you for your confirmation, please move through” the man replied, still looking at the clipboard he’s holding. “Shit. What if I am a robot and I don’t know it?” You asked the man backing away once again from the big red machine. “The machine would melt you from the inside out, please move along, Miss” he said,
sounding annoyed at all the questions. “Actually, its Goddess” you retorted annoyed, sticking your tongue out to the man as you stood in the imposing gateway, scrunching your face, and preparing for the worst. The machine hummed to life and a bright flash of light blinded you momentarily. “Did you just take my picture?” you asked, growing more and more annoyed with this entire façade the longer time went on. “No Miss, it’s your temporal aura.”, “My temporal what?!” you yelled as he pushed you through the doors of the elevator that had opened in front of you to reveal a claustrophobic room, filled with dated brown wood and very low ceilings covered in bright nauseating lights. In front of you was a guard, similar to the ones that had abducted you in the first place. He looked ahead, not at you and simply said, “Take a ticket”, “There’s literally no one else in here apart from you, me, that other guard and the clown behind the desk.” You sighed, looking at the guard. “Take a ticket” he said again his teeth gritted and looking at you now. “Fuck sake, FINE” you threw your hands up in the air in mock defeat. Taking a tiny orange ticket from the machine in front of you. You rolled your eyes and stared daggers through the guard as you struggled to get through the metal turnstile. Pointing two fingers at your eyes then back at the guard, further mocking him. You continued through the winding tension barriers; an utterly pointless feat given it was just you here. “Where the hell is Loki!?” You yelled, your voice echoing through the room as cheerful elevator music played through the PA system. This was a nightmare. A single tear dropped from your Y/E/C eyes. “Have I lost him forever?” you thought, “No, get a grip of yourself Y/N. You can’t afford to breakdown here. Just keep going until you can find a way out of here” You mentally scolded yourself. “This is no time for tears”. “Ticket Miss” another guard asked you as you approached the kiosk at the end of the room, “It’s Goddess and here” you said annoyed, frisby-ing the ticket at the guard’s helmet. He sighed at you and gestured you to approach the Kiosk. “Name” the man in the booth deadpanned, not even bothering to look up at you. “Y/N Potts Goddess of Victory.” You sighed, folding your arms over your chest. “Very well, follow the guards through the door on your right Miss Potts”, “GODDESS” you yelled back at the man while being carted off through the door into a looming room that resembled a chapel. Full of artistic impressions of three men and the weaving branches of what looked like a tree. You looked around in awe, “You know, this would be beautiful if I wasn’t abducted to be brought here!” you yelled, struggling against the guard once again as he led you to a glass podium to stand in. “Potts. Variant L1131, AKA Goddess of Victory, is charged with sequence violation 7-20-90.” You looked up to see where the voice was coming from, it was a dark-haired woman, atop a massive black marble dock wearing an orange sash. “How do you plead?” she sighed looking at you. You presumed she was some sort of Judge. “Your honour,” you said, putting on your best charming face, “A Goddess doesn’t plead. This is all ridiculous and obviously a massive misunderstanding. So, if you don’t mind, I’ll take back Loki and we’ll forget this entire thing happened.” You smiled intimidatingly tilting your head to the side. “Are you guilty or not guilty, Miss?”, “Goddess.” You corrected, loosing the smile. “And I’m guilty of avenging my mother and of taking back my birth right: the power stone. But not of any of these nonsensical crimes against sacred timelines malarky.” You said shaking your head and letting out a laugh. “Right thank you for Confirming your guilt, Miss Potts. You killing Thanos and obtaining the power stone was never meant to happen.”, “Wait, not meant to happen? What the hell do you mean by that?” You asked, raising your voice. “The time-keepers dictate the scared flow of time. You deviated from that.” She said, looking at you like you where an idiot. “Riiiiiiight.” You sung, “The
time-keepers” you put in air quotes, “Well they must have got it wrong, I make my own decisions. I’m in control of my own destiny”, you said folding your arms in annoyance. “Miss Pott’s, the court finds you guilty and I sentence you to be reset.” She says cheerfully. Bashing her gavel against the desk. “Next case please!” she yells to the back of the court room. “Reset?? What the hell does that mean? Is it bad? Loki? Where are you?” you begin to cry out, fear spiralling out of control as you are mercilessly dragged away by more armoured guards. “Please I just want to see Loki and go home!” you cry out, with no avail until a man in a brown suit approaches the stand whispering something to the judge. The guards stop dragging you away, and you straighten your hair and try to compose yourself again, wiping away your fallen tears. The guards leave you in the company of the man in the brown suit, as he leads you out of the room and along a balcony like passageway. You stay silent, you didn’t like feeling this vulnerable, Your fate in other hands, people you barely knew. You stopped in your tracks as you gazed out at the vast spires and towers that surrounded the balcony, the vastness of it all was colossal. Beautiful even. Bigger than anything you had ever seen before. “What is this place?” You finally said to the man, your voice barely above a whisper. “Home sweet home” the man said, amused at how astounded you were. “I thought there was no magic here?” you asked, your brows furrowed in confusion. “There isn’t” he smiled, kindly letting out a small laugh while looking back out at the view. “This can’t be real. I must have hit my head back on Knowhere, or maybe I’m still in a coma from the train station attack” You said shaking your head and pinching yourself, “oww” you grimaced, rubbing your arm. “It’s real, I’m real, and unfortunately so it all the paperwork. Come on” The man joked, gently nudging your arm with his elbow as he guided you toward yet another lift. “No, no, no.” You said, shaking your head. “I’m not falling through the floor again” you said to the man, placing your hands on your hips in defiance. “It’s not that kind of elevator Y/N. It’s easier on my old knees this one” he joked ushering you inside. “I’m agent Mobius, by the way.” The man smiled, holding out his hand for you to shake. You simply looked at him and said, “Where is Loki.”. “I can’t tell you that for now Y/N. But if you cooperate with me and play nice, then I’m sure we could work something out.” He said gently. You nodded. What other choice did you have? “Next question. Are you taking me somewhere to kill me Mobius?” you asked, “No Y/N. That’s where I rescued you from, but I am taking you somewhere to talk. There’s something I need your help with, and someone I would like you to meet.” He smiled, ushering you through the elevator doors that had pinged open, “Ladies first” he said gently, allowing you to step out first, into yet another winding corridor. “You seriously need to sack your interior decorator. This place is hideous” you quipped, gazing around. “I’ll put it at the top of my list” mobius laughed, guiding you into another equally depressing looking room entitled “Time theatre”. “After you” Mobius extended his hand, gesturing for you to take a seat in front of what looked like a very dated computer. “What? Checking your email?” You said, mockingly tilting your head to the side. “Not quite.” He smiled pressing an intercom button on the table. “Send her in B-15” he said, and you looked around to see a woman dressed in a black suit walking in and take a seat next to Mobius. “Hi I’m Y/N. Pleasure to meet you” She held out her hand smiling at you. You just stared, unbelieving at your own face. “I’m sorry. What?!”
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Loki's fingertips are gently running up and down your naked thigh as the two of you lie side-by-side in bed – him propped up on his elbow – his lips inches above yours.
"I could make you scream and writhe in pleasure, baby girl," Loki purrs – his words seducing you like a siren's song. "Make you forget how to speak – only my name coming from in between these beautiful lips of yours." Loki softly strokes your cheek and presses his lips to yours – swallowing the moan you give him. He smiles against your lips – knowing that his attempts are succeeding. As his fingers run back up to your hips – he nudges you to open your closed thighs. Needing him more and more – you oblige, and his large hand holds your soaking heat – a lustful grin grows on his face. "All this for me, huh?"
"Yes," you breathe out – your body's movements slipping from your control.
Loki chuckles – sending shivers up and down your spine. "Tell me, baby girl," he begins softly in your ear – his hands beginning to explore your body. "Would you like for me to be the first and last god to have you? To send you plummeting over the edge and into the abyss of pleasure that only I can give you? To come in between your beautiful thighs? To...fill this little womb with my seed?" Before you can answer – Loki's lips are on yours once more, and his mouth is exploring yours – moaning and trying to fight back the urge to take you right then. Loki may be the God of Mischief, but he has morals.
You smile up to the blue-eyed god and trace the outline of his jaw – biting your lip at the feeling of his chiseled face. "Yes, daddy."
That's all the consent Loki needs.
Instantly, he's holding his body over yours – pulling your shirt over your head and undoing your bra with one hand – admiring your breasts as they fall free and taking a nipple into his mouth. Your fingers tangle in Loki's dark hair – pulling it enough to get a throaty moan from him. You giggle as his mouth latches onto your other nipple, and he gives it as much love and attention as he did the first one. You feel his teeth gently bite the side of your breast, and it's followed by him sucking your skin – making sure to leave a large, purple hickey.
"No one else shall have your body," Loki growls as his hands go to remove your panties. "Do I make myself clear, baby girl?"
"Yes," you quietly agree. Loki slaps your still-clothed clit – forcing a squeal from you. "Yes, daddy," you quickly correct.
"That's my good girl," the god praises you – returning to removing your panties and smiling against your lips.
Loki tosses the piece of fabric aside, and he wastes no time in playing with your wetness – his fingers slowly and deeply entering you as he watches your reactions – waiting for the one he wants to appear. Finally, when he curls his fingers, your head falls back, and Loki knows he found the right spot.
"How does that feel, baby?" he asks – still holding himself above you so he's able to watch your face contort in pleasure and your body respond to his touch. "Are daddy's fingers making you feel good?" Unable to speak, you nod your head – hoping that it would suffice his need for an answer. Luckily, it does, and Loki captures your lips with his. The sound of his fingers exploring your wet cunt fills the room – the sound rivaling the moans coming from both of you. "Use my fingers to fuck yourself," Loki seductively orders – his mouth kissing the side of your neck and leaving more of his marks. "Cover my fingers with your sweet juices."
You grab hold of Loki's large hand and pull it in and out of your desperate core as fast as you need to reach your climax. You feel your legs start to shake, and you try to shove the rest of Loki's fingers into your tight tunnel, but only the two he already has in you will fit. He can feel your body starting to clench, so he takes back control of his hand – holding it deep within you as your walls clench around his fingers – his other hand slapping your clit and making your orgasm intensify. Your back arches – head falls back – and only Loki's name falls from your lips. While you're coming back from the orgasm his fingers gave you, Loki is positioning himself in between your shaky legs – a grin on his face growing as he spreads your legs and holds your lower lips open to expose your pussy in its entirety. When you finally catch your breath, Loki's fingers are in your mouth – forcing you to taste yourself on him and acting as a gag for when he begins to drink from you.
"You taste so delicious, baby girl," Loki moans into your cunt as he licks up every drop of fluid he can. His tongue slowly moves up and down each side of your clit before he takes the little nub into his mouth – sucking on it and eliciting every sound he can from you. When you finally feel his tongue enter your tunnel, you reach down and tangle your fingers in his hair – holding him as tight as you can against your cunt.
"Right there, daddy," you moan through heavy breaths. "Right there, right there..."
You can feel Loki chuckling against your throbbing core, and his hand reaches underneath you to explore your ass cheeks. One of his fingers starts to breach your rear, and you spread your legs even further – allowing him to do as he pleases. As his mouth pushes you over the edge, you hear him moan – swallowing every drop of nectar you give him. His finger underneath you breaches your rear – forcing you to lose even more control of your body.
"That's a good girl," Loki praises you – removing his finger from your rear and roughly kissing your lips – giving you an exact taste of what he had. Quickly, Loki removes what clothing he has left, and you instantly reach down and grab his erect cock – stroking him and trying to imagine the feel of him inside you.
"Can I ride you, daddy?" you ask – seductively biting your lip and begging him with your eyes. "Please?"
Loki grins and lies on his back – motioning for you to straddle him. "Who am I to deny my baby girl anything she wants?"
Eagerly, you straddle the god's waist – reaching behind you to play with his cock.
"You're so big," you chuckle. "You won't hurt me, will you?"
Loki reaches up and holds your cheek in his hand. "Never, baby girl," he swears. "Just say the word, and we'll stop." His assurance puts a smile on your face, and you lean down to kiss him. "Take control of me," he purrs in your ear. "Use me to your pleasure – for as long as you want."
You raise up off of him and slowly guide his cock into your drenched, throbbing, and aching core. Loki is physically stretching your body – his length forcing its way into your body.
"That's it, baby," he encourages you – helping you keep your balance by holding your hips. "Keep going down." The strain is evident in his voice, and your heart flutters at the attempt he's making at giving you control.
"I can't," you whimper – the God of Mischief halfway into your tunnel. "It hurts."
"That's okay," Loki comforts you – holding you in place, so you don't go any further yet. "Take me slowly. Just think about how good it'll feel when daddy's cock is sheathed completely inside your tiny body...how it'll feel to have my seed fill your womb – coat your walls – how it'll feel dripping from your fucked pussy."
Loki's sinful words spur you on – helping you to take in a little more of him. "That's my good girl," he sighs – feeling himself stretching your tight walls. "Just like that."
Even though Loki is letting you have control over how quickly he enters you, you can't deny that you need him to help. Gently and without being too over-the-top, Loki pushes your hips down as you move, but he makes sure to stop when you do. The last thing he wants to do is force himself in you. You're not a virgin, but you are to a god like him. You're also the very first being to accept him for who he is – kinks and all – just as he accepts yours. Loki's heart would shatter if he were to hurt you – he can't bear to think about you leaving him.
As you guide yourself onto him, you can feel the veins in his cock rubbing against your walls – stimulating your cunt and keeping you soaked for him.
"Fuck yourself on daddy's cock," Loki continues to purr. "I want you to cover me with your arousal – ruin me for anyone else." Feeling like you needed him in you twenty minutes ago, you take a deep breath and push yourself down the rest of the way until you feel his hips hit yours. Both of you become speechless, and your breathing speeds up at the feeling of being filled so completely by the God of Mischief. "Holy shit, baby girl," Loki pants – pulling your lips to his – waiting for you to feel comfortable to move.
You wiggle your hips and giggle. "Do you like my pussy, daddy?" you ask innocently as Loki tries to keep himself under control.
"Oh," Loki chuckles – your teasing driving him insane. "Baby, your pussy is the best I've ever felt."
Roughly, you rub yourself against him – your walls clenching tightly around his cock. "Really? What do you want to do it?"
"Baby girl," Loki clears his throat – his eyes opening to look into yours. "You have no idea what daddy wants to do to this little pussy – how much I want to just...,"
Loki is interrupted when you wiggle your hips again – giggling as you get a groan from him. "You were saying?"
"You're teasing me," he growls – hands reaching up to play with your nipples.
Finally, you feel the pain begin to subside, so you slowly rise up off him and then guide yourself back down – both of you moaning in pure satisfaction – Loki's head falling back onto the bed.
"Do you like that, daddy?" you ask as you slowly raise yourself up once more. Loki moans in response and drops his hands from your thighs. Taking the opportunity, you grab his wrists, tangle his fingers with yours, and hold the backs of his hands flat on the bed – kissing him deeply as you sink back down.
"More than you know, baby girl," Loki breathes. "Use my cock – please." Getting more comfortable with the feeling of him inside you, your movements begin to speed up, and the sounds of your and Loki's moaning along with the smacking of skin fills the room. With a grin, Loki reaches his hand down to where your bodies are connected and plays with your clit. You do the same, but you stroke his slick-covered length. "Do you feel how perfectly your pussy wraps around daddy's cock, baby girl?" Loki resumes his lustful whispers.
"It was made for you," you moan, moving your hand to play with his balls. "Your balls are getting tight, daddy."
Loki smiles. "Because you're driving me crazy."
You begin to ride him more ferociously – chasing your climax. However, you cannot move as fast as you'd like, so Loki helps you by lifting you up and pushing you down as you move.
"Come on, baby," Loki pushes you. "Clench your walls around my cock."
"Daddy," you cry out in ecstasy – scratching his back as your orgasm creeps around the corner. "I'm gonna come."
Loki's hands go to your rear – grabbing and smacking your ass to give you the perfect amount of pain. You feel Loki's hips begin to buck up – needing you to feel your walls clench around him – to feel your arousal cover him. As you feel your body go limp, Loki keeps his hips thrusting into you – pushing you the last little bit before you come undone around him – his name coming out in whimpers and screams of pleasure – your lips falling to his as he flips you over to pound himself into you as he wishes.
"That's a good girl," Loki soothes you as he brings you back from your abyss of pleasure – stroking your hair as he moves slowly in and out of you. "You did so perfectly for daddy."
"More," you moan as your hands reach up to grab onto his upper arms. "Please."
Loki chuckles as he bends down to kiss you. "My baby girl wants more?"
"I want you to fill me," you say quickly. "Your seed in my womb."
Loki's eyes widen at your request. "Are you certain about that? I can't deny that seeing your body round with my baby is something that would turn me on more than anything, but..."
"I don't care," you breathe against his lips – your hands playing with his hair. "Whatever happens – happens. I need to feel all of you...I want all of you...all that you're willing to give me."
Without another word, Loki's mouth devours yours, and he begins to speed up his thrusts – spreading your legs as far as he can and tossing them over his elbows – getting as deep as possible. Your screams and moans of satisfaction urging him to go further – harder.
"Scream for me, baby girl," Loki demands – pounding into you as hard as possible – forcing your juices to coat him. "Let everyone hear you."
Loki's name falls from your lips – a plea for him to finish and spill himself inside you.
"I love when your walls clench around my cock," he hums. "Gods, I could do this all day."
"Daddy, please," you whine – the sound of your begging driving him more. "Please, daddy...fill me."
Finally, Loki lets himself fall into the same ocean of pleasure that he's pushed you into so many times – his thrusts becoming heavy and his cock starting to throb as it pumps his seed into your womb – coating your walls and dripping back out of your cunt.
"Oh, baby girl," Loki moans – pumping the last bit of his orgasm into you.
You let your heavy eyes close, and the two of you bask in the afterglow of your bliss – both of you with satisfied smiles written upon your lips and Loki's strong arms carefully holding you to his chest as he softly brings you back from your high.
The day is finally here! Time to get Spooky and Kinky.
This will be my Kinky Halloween Special Masterlist, this list will be seperate to my normal masterlist so that it stays all together. (I will link this masterlist on my normal list so don’t worry about losing it)
Above is all of the short listed kinks for this special. In this post here, I have given dates for when the stories will be posted.
Please note this Halloween Special will be all smut and very dirty.
Please also note, normal requests will be completed after this special is completed, however my ask box is still open though.
I also have a Ko-fi page (there is also a link on my blog), thank you for the support!
- Spanking, Gagging, Daddy.
- Face Sitting
- Praise and Degradation
- Spitting in someone’s mouth, Handcuffs, Wax Play, Praise
- Pussy Slapping, Edging.
- Cyber Sex, Mutual Masturbation
As always, stay safe in this crazy world, take care of yourselves.
I love you all and thank you so much for the ongoing support.
See! Fic Two is here! Still keeping with the HBC Kinky Halloween for @the-th-horniest-book-club - Day 4 is about Hay Rides and Public Sex
Word Count: 188
Warnings: Public Sex - 18+ONLY - if you click on the Keep Reading link you agree you’re over the age of 18
“Someone’s gonna see us,” you gasped as he thrust into you.
“Nonsense, they’re all on that god-forsaken hay ride,” Loki reasoned as he pulled out and thrust in again. “Now they might HEAR you,” he tease as you choked on a sob. He was hitting that spot, then again, and again…
“Fuck me,” as he hit it one more time.
That earned you a low chuckle. “I thought that’s what I was doing. I could stop.”
“Don’t you fucking dare!” you squealed as he picked up his pace. “Oh god, I’m almost…” Your eyes rolled back in your head as your orgasm crashed over you.
Loki grinned watching you arch backwards, still thrusting up into you as you tightened all around him. “If this is what I get for showing up late to hay rides…” The puttering of the tractor could be heard; you slumped into Loki’s lap with a pout.
“I don’t think I can walk,” you murmured.
Loki chuckled low; you could feel it vibrate in his chest. “I could get us out of here and no one would know?” You didn’t have to think twice.
Thanks everyone for your patience! I've been dealing with some mental health things that's made me not want to write as much!
I'm doing a lot better now though! Hopefully they'll be more regular now!
I want to say a massive thank you to @lokifantasies for helping me with this part and for collaborating with me to incorporate one of her characters into my story very soon!
My master post is here with all the other parts!
Pairing: Loki x Female reader
Summary: You are Y/N the Goddess of Victory, after killing Thanos on Knowhere, the Time Variants Authority abduct you and Loki the God of Mischief and ask for your help in capturing a rogue variant. Yours and Loki's future child.
Word count: 1.5K
Warnings: SMUT (18+ Don’t make me ban you horny teens) oral sex, male receiving
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You stirred from your sleep, feeling Loki’s arms tight around your waist and his hot breath on your back. Then you remembered everything. You are Y/N, Goddess of victory, stuck in some time cell accused of “Crimes against the sacred timeline “or whatever the hell that even means. Then the organization that essentially kidnapped you both had the audacity to ask for your and Loki’s help after showing you your future child is running around killing their time agents. However, from your limited interaction with them, you were beginning to understand why someone might want to massacre them. You had been here less than 24 hours, and you had already considered killing them multiple times, especially the bitchier version of you, who you swore you would assassinate if she so much as flirted in Loki’s general direction again.
“Shit, I must have thought your name so many times that I summoned your ugly ass,” you quipped, smirking up at Cordi.
“Cute, but you’ve got studying to be getting on with,” she grinned smugly, tilting her head and running her pen along the bars on the window on the door. You shot her a look that would kill a man dead, were you not stuck in this magicless hell hole. You nudged Loki, waking him from his slumber. His bright blue eyes sleepily blinked to look up at you.
“Time to get up, sleepyhead. My evil twin wants us.”
“It’s too early for threesome’s Y/N,” Loki sleepily groaned, grabbing your waist and rolling back over in bed. “Seriously, Lo, we need to get up before she comes back. She wants us to study apparently, but unless it’s how to stab her in her stupid face, I’m not sure I want to learn anything from that bitch”, you said while shaking the sleepy god - standing up to head over to look at the pile of clothes designated for you. Loki smirked as he caught you staring at his chiselled body as he began to sit up in bed. “Darling, if you keep staring at me like that you know I’ll have to put something in that adorable mouth of yours to stop you drooling,” Loki smirked.
“Why don’t you?” you winked, reaching forward to pull down his trousers, unleashing his hardened cock and letting it slap off his toned abdomen.
“Such a needy little slut this morning,” Loki growled as your hot breath made his cock twitch - making you smirk as you began teasing him by suckling at the tip of his throbbing cock,tasting the pre-cum, and swirling your tongue over the tip.
You loved having him at your mercy like this. Hot, naked, frustrated, and horny. It almost made being trapped in this shithole worth it...almost. Loki grabbed hold of your hair, pulling your mouth further down his cock and fucking your face. He thrust his hips forward - his cock hitting the back of your throat as he chased his pleasure - making you hum with satisfaction. That was enough to send him over the edge as he moaned out your name - painting the back of your throat with his hot, sticky cum. You quickly stood up with his cum still on your tongue and kissed him passionately - letting him taste himself on your tongue, and making him moan into your kiss.
“As hot as standing here watching you two fuck would be…” Cordi’s dulcet tones interrupted you and Loki making out.
“Unless you want me to come in there and take over, get your asses dressed and be ready in five minutes,” Cordi winked, her eyes never leaving Loki’s naked form - the act making your blood boil. Begrudgingly, you dressed in your assigned clothes - a vintage fitted white shirt, a pair of high waisted black trousers, a purple necktie, and a set of purple pumps. Adorably, Loki’s outfit was the exact same, apart from his trousers were brown, and he had a green necktie and laced dress shoes.
Once Cordi returned to your shared cell, she escorted you both down the nauseating orange corridors until you arrived in a small office area filled with cubicles, ancient looking computers, and a creepy orange clock mascot dancing as a screensaver.
“Complete all the training exercises variants. I don’t want to have to come back down here and tutor you personally,” Cordi purred while fixing Loki’s tie, looking him up and down and biting her lip.
“Just because I don’t have my magic, and you look like me, doesn’t mean I won’t hesitate to break your neck if you don’t take your hands off him bitch,” you said in a calm but threatening tone - gaining a laugh from Cordi as she sauntered away, swinging her hips in the process.
“I really hate that bitch,” you reiterated to Loki as you threw yourself down in the leather chair behind the computer terminal, crossing your arms over your chest, irritated by her fascination with Loki.
“I can tell, but watching you teem with jealousy is positively delicious darling,” Loki grinned - bending down to talk into your ear, the vibrations from his low voice making your pussy drip with anticipation as he took a seat next to you, enjoying watching your cheeks flush.
“Howdy there! I’m Miss Minutes! Here to teach you all you need to know about the TVA and protecting the sacred timeline…,” a chirpy voice with a southern accent snapped you out of your horny daydream. You looked in bemusement at the orange clock hologram that strolled out of the computer and onto the desk.
“Now pay attention Loki and Y/N. You have a lot to learn,” the clock grinned at you both. It was irritating how cheerful she was, and a little eerie if you were being honest.
“Can you hear us?” You asked Miss Minutes - leaning forward in your chair, your hand passing through the hologram. “Are you a recording, or are you alive?” you asked again looking between Loki and Miss Minutes.
“Uhhhh…. Sorta both!” she replied, with her hands sassily on her hips. “Now let’s get back to business,” she grinned, shaking a finger at you and Loki.
“To defeat the huns?” Loki sang, making you try and fail to suppress a giggle.
The training exercises dragged on and on and after several hours you dozed off, your head gently resting on Loki’s shoulder as he struggled to keep himself awake by reading a jet ski magazine that was sitting on the desk next to Miss minutes.
You woke up as Loki began swatting at Miss minutes with the rolled-up magazine, a child-like glee in his eyes as he tried and failed to attack the tiny hologram mascot as she retreated into the safety of the computer screen.
“Is training going well?” Mobius asked as he strolled into the office just as you sat up straight in your chair. “Is that my jet ski magazine?” he questioned Loki, taking it out of his hands and batting him on the head with it.
“Come on, gear up you two. There’s been an attack, let's go,” Mobius said as he handed both you and Loki a parcel with a jacket inside. You opened it up and put it on. Yours was black, and Loki’s was brown. You fixed Loki’s collar and followed them both out of the room and into the corridors again until you emerged into a room with a giant computer monitor at one end showing what you presumed was the “sacred timeline” and a group of armoured people you recognised from your and Loki’s capture.
“Okay listen up. C-20 and her team went dark shortly after they jumped into the 1985 branch. All signs point to another ambush. We’ve grabbed enough temporal aura to know it’s our fugitive variant. But, as of yet, we have still to identify what this variant looks like. All we know is it’s a child of variants of these two variants here, God of Mischief and Goddess of Victory. So, they will be powerful and as we have already seen...deadly,” the main soldier stated bluntly, pointing over towards you and Loki.
“Do we get a weapon?” you asked Mobius while walking with Loki through the armoury of the TVA - various soldiers gearing up and ignoring you and Loki.
“No,” Mobius sighed, too busy looking at the small metal controller he held in his hands.
“Well, we’re going to have our magic back. Is no one concerned about that?” Loki asked Mobius, walking backwards to face him.
“Why would we be concerned, Loki?” Mobius asked, clearly getting annoyed at the number of questions being thrown his way.
“Ummm, in-case we betray you?” you chimed in, walking at the opposite side of Mobius.
“Listen Y/N, Loki. You already know we can catch you. So, unless you don’t want to meet the timekeepers and you don’t want to find out why your offspring is out murdering people then that’s fine. I’ll take you both right back to your cell,” Mobius said, one hand on his hip as he stopped in his tracks looking at you both.
“Not necessary, Mobius. I’m sure they’ll both cooperate,” Cordi said with a condescending grin appearing at your back. She walked ahead towards the orange glowing door, closely followed by yourself and Loki.