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Dear, congrats again on this milestone! I’m sooo happy for you and hope to keep enjoying your amazing writing and talent in this place 💜

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Brut Gold - Chapter 1 Loki & Lia

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Summary: Loki sees you dancing in his club and is immediately infatuated with you. Pairing: Mob!Loki x Female Reader/OFC Word Count: Over 3K Warnings: No Smut, angst, killing, language A/N: Part of my 1K follower celebration. I want to thank @coldnique for this request and for introducing me to this song. I love this song! It is now on heavy rotation in my playlist. And the following scenario is what I pictured when I first heard it. So I hope you like it.

The haze of the club seeped through the walls and into the lungs of every guest attending that night. The air was heavy with deep breaths and sighs. The music was so loud and deep you only had yourself for company; because no one else could hear anything you could or would be saying.

The large hall was dark, with vintage speakeasy furnishings and two bars that boasted to have every drink imaginable. There were private booths in the back that were separated by curtains of red and chrome. Curls of smoke could be seen wafting out when the curtains were pushed back to reveal secrets and obscurities.

Beyond that were the private rooms of the owners where they conducted their daily business.

The Odinsons. They were brothers from an old family, with ties to the royal households of Norway dating back a long time. With money stretching even further back.

Back here, the curls of smoke were thicker with lace and the music was replaced by the screams of people whom the brothers had deemed worthy of their attention. Good…and bad.

Loki had just collected his dagger from the body slumped on the floor. His second-in-command, Fandral, quickly approached him and handed him a handkerchief to wipe his blade. “Thank you, kommandør. Be a dear and dispose of the trash, will you?” Fandral nodded silently to Loki as Hogun leaped up to help him.

“Brother, if you keep killing them, we’ll never find anyone to distribute our product,” Thor said, with an amused grin. He sat with his legs crossed on the back couch, looking like a Pharoah presiding over his kingdom. His crisp white suit hung delicately along his muscular frame. Quite the opposite of Loki’s leaner figure clad in an all-black ensemble.

“Well, if we started recruiting more loyal soldater, I wouldn’t feel the need to kill them.” Loki retorted.

Just then, Lady Sif walks through the door with a tiresome expression on her face. “Another one, Loki? I just saw Fandral and Hogun carrying a black duffel bag to the back.” Loki could only shrug as he wiped his blade clean.

“There she is!” Thor yelled. “My wife. My heart.” He held out his arms for her to join him. Sif pulls out her dagger and places it against Thor’s throat.

“Did you have something to do with this?”

“Ooh. I love it when you’re feisty.” He says pushing the blade away from himself slowly. She swings it back his way, expecting an answer. “No, I did not.” He sighs.

Satisfied by his response, she stows her blade and sits on his lap. Loki watches as Thor nuzzles up to his advisor-turned-wife, rolling his eyes at the blatant expression of love between them.

Deep down he knew he was jealous. Not of Thor, but of the connection he has with the person he found to love. But Lady Sif had always been by their side. She grew up in this life. She knows the harsh truths about sacrifice and gains. She was their rådgiver, their adviser.

Loki wanted someone outside of the chaos. Someone who doesn’t know who he is and doesn’t expect anything out of him but love and affection. That was hard to find in the line of work he was in.

He finished cleaning his daggers when Fandral opens the door and whispers to Loki, “It’s done. Volstagg is driving it to the junkyard as we speak. The front of the house needs your presence though.”

“Thank the gods. If I must stand here another minute, I might witness the creation of my future niece or nephew.” Loki whispered back, making Fandral look at what was happening on the couch. He just rolled his eyes and followed Loki out of the room, leaving the two lovers alone.

Closer and closer, Loki struts to the front of the house. The music got louder. The air got thinner. And his heart raced faster in time with the beat of the music.

Loki stopped at the threshold of the large hallway, flanked by Fandral and Hogun on either side. Those closest to them stopped and stared. The three were a sight for sure. All three were dressed impeccably in black slacks and dark shirts. Loki looked the most devastating of all with his shirt sleeves still rolled up and his top buttons still loose from the ‘sentencing’ he carried out moments before.

He looked around the club and saw a large sea of people swaying and gyrating to the music. It was busier tonight than usual. The locals mixed in with the tourist crowd for the summer.

A twinkling flash of gold caught his attention in the middle of the room, and he spotted you dancing on the floor.

Everyone else stared at them. Knew of them. But you- you remained unaffected and joyous as you continued swaying your body to the deep bass of the music. Loki was mesmerized. He’d never seen you in his club before. The sway of your hips made the gold sequence of your skirt catch his eye and he couldn’t look away.

As soon as they sat down, they were bombarded with attention. Some were from lower soldaters, soldiers who wanted to be in the inner circle and paid their respects. While others were of a more sexual nature. Loki ignored them all and just watched you.

He watched as your hands ran through your hair, your body moving to the beat. Your head thrown back lost in the music. He wondered if that’s how you would look, lost in passion, in between him and his bed.

You came in with a bachelorette party. The women you were with all clamoring for attention from the other clubgoers, getting drinks and compliments. You shone brightly behind them, keeping a low profile, just dancing and being protective of your friends who would otherwise end the night with some predator. Loki saw that as a positive quality of yours. Protective, loyal, caring, and gorgeous. He could see all the stares of appreciation you got every time you passed by someone.

He scoffed at the laughable attempts that were directed your way. All of which you turned down. He continued to watch you dance with your friends from one of the private booths in the back. He instructed his bartender to give you and your friends top-shelf drinks and made sure that no one else bothered you for the rest of the night.

Never, had anyone affected him this way before. Just one look at you and he was stunned. He never put much stock in fate or destiny. He always relied on his judgment and instincts. So, this fleeting moment of obsession alarmed him. “Find out all you can about her, Fandral. And don’t alert my brother of your research.” Loki asked his kommandør. Fandral and Hogun looked at each other quickly and let a sly smile pass between them.

Loki would’ve caught their little interaction, had it not been for some ingrate that tried to get handsy with you. Loki growled his displeasure from his seat. But you quickly slapped the cretin’s hands away and pushed him off. When the lowlife tried a second time, Hogun got up to take care of the situation. He’d seen the way Loki was all night. Loki hadn’t paid a single attention to what was happening in front of him. He was too preoccupied with you. Hogun knew that if things didn’t deescalate quickly, he’d have a whole other mess to clean up.

Loki placed his hand on Hogun’s shoulder, stopping the deadly assassin from continuing. Instead, Loki made his way to you as Hogun followed behind closely. “Thor won’t like this if you make a scene, Loki,” he whispered in his ear.

“Who said I was gonna make a scene?” Loki paused with a solemn face. Hogun huffed in response. “Take that scum to the back. Make sure he doesn’t have use of those hands for the foreseeable future.” Hogun knew better than to roll his eyes at him. He simply nodded and grabbed the offending fool off by his collar.

Everyone gave Loki a wide berth as he walked right up behind you. Up till now, he’d only been watching you. But there was something about that handsy boor that stroked his possessiveness towards you.

He started to sway in time with your body. His arms snaked around your hips, as his lips came dangerously close to your ear. You were about to turn and slap whoever decided to get frisky with you until you heard Loki’s velvet voice caressing your ear, “Dance with me.”

There was a deep command laced in his tone. You had never heard a voice sound so sensual. So confident. His touch was firm but reverent. As if he were the lead dancer instructing your body on how to move. Your body relaxed into his. A sly smile formed on your face as you felt his hands trace your curves.

Loki twirled you to face him. You first noticed his eyes. They were cunning and sharp. They were also the brightest green you had ever seen. His smile was what you liked the most. His thin lips gave way to a wide smirk that promised fun and excitement. You could feel his strong arms holding you close to his body as you both swayed slowly to the fast-paced music.

“I’ve been wondering when you would make your move,” you said to him.

“So, you’ve been watching me, have you? I’m flattered.” Loki purred with a guarded smile.

“It’s hard to miss someone whose got the attention of everyone in the room.” You continued as you swayed your hips.

“Likewise, my dear. I haven’t been able to take my eyes off of you.” He whispered in your ear. A blush formed on your cheek from his charm. “Have a drink with me.” His tone left no room for refusal. Loki kissed your hand as he leads you back to his private booth. Everyone you passed just stared at you with judgment or awe.

He signaled to his barkeep for a drink while he held the curtains open for you to slide in. Soon after, a scantily clad woman, wearing the tightest mini skirt you had ever seen, walks up with a tray. She holds out the bottle for Loki to approve and he nods his head without taking his eyes off you. The pop of the bottle startled you and made you jump closer to his embrace. She eyed you suspiciously as she poured a gold bottle of brut with a spade on the front label. His eyes viciously glinted as he felt your body press up against his.

He snaked his arm tighter around your shoulders, pulling you closer to him. “Have you ever had Armand de Brignac before?” he whispered in your ear.

“No. I can’t say I have,” you smiled as he reached for his glass, dismissing the bottle girl. Loki held it up to his lips and took a sip. His eyes noted how you looked down at his throat, watching him swallow the expensive champagne.

With closed lips, he leaned in close to you. He pressed his mouth to yours and puckered slightly opening your lips to the cool champagne in his mouth. You sucked on his kiss as the taste of the champagne coated it. It was tart with hints of fruits. The bubbles were still evident as they tickled in between your joined lips. You drank the rest of the champagne from his mouth. His hands held the back of your head steady, helping you drink from him. When you had finished, a trickle fell down your chin to your throat. He was quick to wipe it away with a hooked finger and brought it over to your mouth to lick off.

You played along with his game and wrapped your lips along the length of his finger, licking the drop of bubbly from the bend.

“Delicious, is it not?” his voice hitched.

“Yes,” you said breathlessly. “Very much so.” Your mind tried to catch up. Your body was thrumming with adrenaline and hot need. Your bodies were turned towards each other in the private booth as his hand continues to caress the hairs on the back of your head.

“Would you like another taste?” he offered, looking down at your lips. He grabbed the flute without waiting for your answer. As if he knew you would say yes. Hoped that you would say yes.

“Yes, please.” You whispered, making him smile. He brought his lips towards yours again and you happily drank his sweet champagne kisses. Your hands roamed his shirt, pulling on his shirt collar to move closer to you. When you had drank every last drop, you snaked your tongue in between his lips and tickled the roof of his mouth.

When you finished, you looked down at his throat again and your fingers traced the outlines of a snake tattoo on his neck. Loki rumbled at the feel of your fingers on him. “You dangerous creature. I don’t even know your name.” His breath smelled like the champagne, crisp apples, and fruit.

“My closest friends call me Lia,” you whispered as your fingers followed the tattoo down to his collarbone.

“My friends, if I had any, call me…” Loki started but he was soon interrupted by someone calling out your name.

“Lia!” Your cousin slid the curtains open, much to the protest of Hogun standing guard. She had on a tiara with a veil and a sash that said wifey around her shoulder. “Lia! There you are!” Rosaline glared at Loki and grabbed your hand. “We have to go. Other clubs to visit.” Rosaline gave Loki a tight smile as she pulled you out of the booth. She looks vaguely familiar, Loki thought, but couldn’t put his mind as to where he’s seen her before. The bachelorette get-up surely didn’t help his memory either.

“Ok. Ok. Hold on a second.” You told her as you scooted out of the booth. Loki held on to your other hand, not wanting to let go.

“Lia.” He called out. “Will I ever see you again?” he smiled as you got up from the booth.

“I…”

“My cousins just visiting for the wedding,” Roseline answered. You gave her an angry look for talking on your behalf. “Come on. Let’s go.” Rosaline dragged you quickly away from the private booths and back to the safety of the group of girls you came with.

“What’s the deal, Rose? I thought you wanted me to find someone tonight?”

“Yes! Someone. Just not that one.” She said as she grabbed her purse and coat. Everyone in your group was doing the same, getting ready to go to the next club.

“What do you mean?”

“Girl, do you know who that is? No, of course you don’t. Ugh. Sometimes, I hate daddy for sending you away. All these years without my bestie…”

“Rose! Who is he?” you interrupted her, as she wrapped you in your coat.

“That is none other than Loki Odinson. Part owner of this club. Along with his brother, Thor Odinson.”

“Odinson?”

“Yes! That Odinson! The same Odinson that’s rivals with the Barnes family. You know…my fiancé!” The realization made you look back to the booth you had just shared. Except this time, Loki wasn’t alone. He was accompanied by another man. Striking blue eyes and an imposing figure, clad in all white. Thor Odinson.

“Brother, I leave you alone for a couple of minutes and you cause all kinds of mischief,” Thor laughed as he sat down in the booth. Thor watched you walk away, being towed by none other than Rosaline Strange. “If I ask you to stay away from her, would you listen?”

Loki ignored his question and watched as your cousin, undoubtedly, informed you of who he was. “I saw what Fandral was researching for you. Would you like to know who she is?” Thor dangled the information in front of Loki, baiting for any response.

“Her name is Juliette ‘Lia’ Banner. Daughter of Bruce and Donna Banner. Donna, her mother, is Strange’s younger sister. Her parents both died a long time ago in an accident. They weren’t ‘in the life’ and wanted to keep their daughter out of it as well. When they passed, Strange honored their wishes and sent Juliette away to boarding school and Uni abroad to keep her safe. Apparently, she just graduated and is in town for the nuptials of her cousin Rosaline and James Barnes.”

“Barnes?” Loki said alarmed.

“Of all the juicy details I said. That’s the one you pick up on?” Thor chuckled. “She’s got too many ties for us to unravel Loki. Leave her be.” Thor warned resolutely.

“I don’t know if I can, Thor.”

“What do you mean you don’t know if you can? You have to. Or else…”

“Or else, what? Thor? Cut me off like you did Hela?”

“DAMMIT LOKI! You knew that was her decision.” Thor slammed his fist on the table making everyone in the vicinity jump. “I can’t protect you if you go after this girl. It would be a war for sure with Barnes and we don’t need that right now.”

Loki sat there quietly; watching as your group prepares to leave. “I’ve never lied to you brother…” Loki started. Thor just raised his eyebrows in disbelief. “…Regarding matters of the business and family. I’m telling you right now, that I want her.”

“How do you even know she wants you back? You can have any goddam cunt in here tonight. Hel, this whole club wants to sleep with you. Take your pick. But not her Loki!”

“If she turns to look back…”

You walked towards the front entrance, the chill from the summer night was flowing through the doors making you hold on tighter to your coat. Your cousin and her friends all laugh and beckon you outside to join them. Each step you took forward felt heavy. You couldn’t help it. One last look.

Both men stared at you as you made your exit. Shivers ran down your spine as you replayed his last words to you, ‘Will I ever see you again?’

God, I sure hope so, you thought.

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lokidokieokie · 9 months

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Tangles Lies | Chapter #1 - Partners in Crime

Series Summary: Loki and Y/n were some of the most formidable criminals of the gang The Avengers. On a heist, the one thing they didn't plan for happened: they got caught. And what's the best way to ensure they can't testify against each other? They pretend to be married. Only one problem...they pretty much hate each other.

Based on @deity-prompts' fabulous prompt: A and B are part of a criminal group. When they’re caught, they pretend to be married so that they can’t testify against each other in court.

Pairing: Criminal!Loki Laufeyson x Criminal!Fem!Reader

Warning(s): mob!au themes, mentions of thievery, general stupidity, my bad humour, mob violence, possible gore, mild angst, possible references to death, lemme know if I forgot anything

In the sprawling city of New York, a clandestine world thrived beneath the surface of law and order. Loki, a cunning an enigmatic figure, helped rule the shadows with his silver tongue and a hint of mischief in his piercing green eyes. He was a true mastermind in the art of deception.

And then there was you--a woman of unparalleled intellect and allure, with a reputation that matched Loki's in every single way. But you were no ally; you were a rival, each of you vying for dominance in the criminal underworld.

Despite your mutual animosity, you were both members of the infamous gang The Avengers--a tight-knit group that thrived on pulling off audacious heists; heists that others could only dream of. And tonight, fate had conspired to throw you and Loki together for a mission that could solidify your status within the gang.

The target was a priceless artefact; one hidden deep within the heavily guarded confines of the city's most secure museum. The heist required extreme precision, timing, and a well-coordinated plan. You knew you couldn't do it alone, and Loki, much to your chagrin, was assigned as your mission partner.

As you stood together outside the museum, the tension between you was palpable. "This should be fun," Loki quipped, a smug smile on his face. "Working with my favourite rival, that is."

You rolled your eyes, unimpressed by his attempt at charm. "Oh, please, spare me the pleasantries," you retorted. "Let's just get this over with so I can go back to stealing things in peace!"

Loki chuckled, clearly basking in your annoyance. "As you wish, my dear adversary. Shall we proceed with our extremely cunning plan?"

With a nod, you began to outline the intricacies of the heist, exploiting each other's strengths while ensuring the keep a watchful eye on any opportunity to outdo the other. The museum's layout, security systems, and patrol schedules were meticulously discussed as you both crafted a plan that was sure to confound anyone who dared to stand in your way.

As you entered the museum, disguised in sleek black attire, the adrenaline began to surge through your veins. You exchanged a knowing glance, acknowledging the thrill of the challenge ahead.

The heist progressed flawlessly, a symphony of coordinated movements and unspoken communication. Your rivalry had turned into a delicate dance of skill and cunning, each of you anticipating the other's moves with a begrudging respect.

At one point, as you expertly bypassed a laser grid, Loki's voice danced with amusement. "Not bad, Y/n. Not bad at all. But you're still a few steps behind me!"

You shot him a glare, "We'll see about that, Laufeyson. I'm just warming up."

With a theatrical flourish, Loki retrieved a small, gleaming device from his pocket. "Let's see if you can keep up with this," he taunted, activating the device with a triumphant smirk.

To your surprise, a hidden vent opened in the ceiling above you, allowing Loki to gracefully ascend and evade the laser grid. He looked down at you, a self-satisfied grin on his face.

"Show off," you muttered, but the corners of your lips betrayed a hint of amusement.

Loki laughed, basking in your acknowledgement of his clever move. "Oh, come now, Y/n. Where's your sense of adventure?"

With renewed determination, you followed Loki's lead, leaping and dodging through the maze of security measures.

As you reached the heart of the museum, where the priceless artefact was displayed under bulletproof glass, you exchanged a knowing glance with Loki. This was the moment that would determine your success or failure, and you both knew it.

With a nod, Loki initiated the final phase of the plan. As the distraction unfolded on the museum's opposite side, you moved with calculated precision, slipping through the shadows and disabling the electronic barriers with ease.

The moment your fingers made contact with the glass casing, a tingling sensation coursed through you. It was as if the artefact recognised its impending liberation, and the connection sent a thrill down your spine.

But just as you were about to secure the artefact, a gut-wrenching sound echoed through the halls--an alarm had been triggered.

Your eyes widened, "Shit! We've got to go!"

Loki rolled his eyes, "You don't say? Why don't we just wait and have some tea with the police?"

"Now is not the time for your quips, you asshole," you spat.

Just as Loki was about to spit something back, you both heard the sound of footsteps. "Museum Security! Come out with your hands up!"

"Do they really think that we'd be scared of them?" Loki whispered.

"Not now, Laufeyson!"

Together, you and Loki navigated through the labyrinthine corridors, staying one step ahead of the security team that was now in hot pursuit of you both. The museum was now a maze of danger, but you both managed to move in harmony, being driven by a shared goal and an unspoken understanding.

As you burst through the museum's doors and into the night, the artefact safely concealed under Loki's coat, you exchanged a knowing glance. Despite the obstacles, you had done it--together.

Just as you thought you were in the clear, the sound of police sirens echoed in the distance, growing louder with each passing moment. You and Loki exchanged a glance of realisation--you both had been caught.

As the handcuffs came out, you couldn't help but glare at Loki; anger and adrenaline coursing through your veins. "This is all your fault," you hissed.

Loki scoffed, the corners of his lips curling into a mischievous smirk. "Oh, please. You're the one who tripped the alarm, Y/n. I was simply trying to clean up after your mess."

"This all would've gone smoothly if I wasn't partnered with you!" You shot back, glaring at him with a mix of frustration and grudging admiration.

"We can argue about your faults later," Loki said, his voice low and urgent. "Right now, we need to find a way out of here."

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raqnarokr · 1 year

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Forbidden romance with Mob!Loki

“We could just leave. Together”.

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mischievoushiddleston · 2 years

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What I Want

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"You know the plan?" her boss from MI6 asked her through the plug in her ear, and Y/N hummed in agreement as she secured the hair clip, which had a built-in tracking chip, in her hair before taking out the ear plug and dropping it. She stepped on it and walked into the crowded club. For a moment she looked around and spotted the bar and decided to go there. She ordered a drink from the bartender and looked around until her gaze stopped at the one she was here for, Loki Laufeyson, the boss of a criminal organization. She took a sip as she looked at him and watched him talk to one of his men. Somehow she had to manage to get closer to him. She was already starting to think when Loki looked up and Y/N smiled as she continued to look at him, biting her lip. Loki leaned back and looked at her appraisingly. She took another sip before setting her glass on the counter and walking out onto the dance floor. She began to move her body around the crowd, running her hands over her body. Y/N looked back at Loki, who was still staring at her, and continued to stroke her body and also her breasts. Suddenly, however, Loki had disappeared and she couldn't spot him again until a body pressed against hers. "Are you looking for something, darling?" asked Loki, placing his flat hand on the center of her belly.

"No," she answered him and began to rub against him, moving her hand back to caress his neck. "I've already found it." Loki laughed darkly at her neck as he continued to stroke her with his hand. "How do you know it's me you're looking for? You should be clearer with what you want...so what do you want?" She spun around and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Who says I want you? All I want is out of this club," the replied, barely able to see him because of the flashing lights, but seeing his mischievous grin. He grabbed her hair and pulled her head back, exposing her neck. "You've only been here a few minutes and you've been looking at me the whole time. Why else would you be here if you weren't looking for a man to give you what you were looking for?" he asked against the skin of her neck. "And what should you give me that any other man here couldn't give me?" she asked challengingly, glaring at him. Loki straightened and smiled when he heard that. With his hands, he roamed over her body and pressed her against him. "Because no man is going to make you feel the way I can," he said and Y/N sighed before stepping back and walking towards the exit of the club. She knew he would follow her, Loki Laufeyson never liked being rejected. He would take her to his place and thanks to the hair clip, MI6 would follow her and arrest him once and for all. All she had to do was keep him busy long enough for reinforcements to arrive. Of course, she wouldn't have sex with him, regardless of whether he was truthfully attractive, but he was a criminal and she had a mission to accomplish. She was then suddenly stopped when she was outside and pushed against the wall of the building. "Where so soon, darling?" he asked her, raising his eyebrows. She glared at him as she shrugged her shoulders. "The club doesn't have what I wanted," she said simply and was about to leave again, but this time he wouldn't let her and wrapped his arm around her. Before she knew it, his lips were on hers and he was kissing her passionately and roughly as his hands squeezed her sides, pressing her against his erection. She moaned into the kiss and reached into his hair, but then he stopped and leaned toward her ear. "You still think I'm not the one?" he asked, looking at her. "Take me away from here," Y/N said softly, making him smile. Loki pulled her along and led her to a black SUV. He opened the back doors and let her get in before sliding into the seat next to her in the car. Only now did she notice the man sitting in the front. Loki had a partition raised as the driver drove off without having to say anything. Y/N bit her lip and breathed in softly. Everything was going exactly according to plan-. Her thoughts were interrupted when she felt Loki's hand on her thigh and felt it move up her leg, pushing up her dress. She looked to Loki, who had his eyes on his hand resting on her thigh, and was stroking the side of her panties with one finger. Y/N felt her already starting to get wet and gasped a little. "Take them off," he said softly, and she looked at him in confusion. "What?" she asked, frowning. "Take off your panties," he commanded louder this time, looking at her firmly, but she looked at him challengingly. "Make me," she said, suddenly feeling a hand on the back of her neck and him leaning in as he stroked her panties with his fingers, making her whimper. "You really seem like you could use a spanking," he said against her ear, kissing her underneath and sucking on the skin; Y/N gasped at his words and his touch. "You didn't come with me because I asked you nicely, you came because you love the way I treat you and you're a dirty girl." She closed her eyes and felt herself getting even wetter and knew he would feel it. God, she hated that his words were even true; he was almost making her forget why she was here. Loki pulled her panties to the side and stroked the crease of her pussy with his fingers, making her moan, but then he stopped. "Bad girls don't get what they want." She whimpered as he pulled his fingers from her, and looked at him as he grinned mischievously and licked his fingers before opening the car door and getting out. When had they arrived? Y/N didn't have long to worry about that, though, as her door opened and Loki helped her get out. They were in a parking garage, she realized. He led her to an elevator and pressed the button for the top floor. She bit her lip as she felt his gaze on her body. Finally they had arrived and she walked out first before being pulled back and pushed next to the wall by the elevator. A hand was around her neck, but he did not squeeze. Loki pressed his lips to hers and began to kiss her passionately, massaging her breast through her dress with one hand. She moaned and returned his kiss, but he broke off again and stopped. "Before we start, let's talk about something else..." he said and she looked at him confused, but then felt something cold under her chin. She looked down and saw a golden weapon. Y/N gulped as she realized he knew who she was. "Don't worry, I won't hurt you...at least not yet." "Bastard," she said softly, making Loki sigh as he stepped back from her and walked to his bar. "Would you like a drink?" he asked, placing the gun on it before walking around to pour himself a glass of whiskey. She took the chance to get closer to him and took the gun. "Go ahead, it's not loaded." Y/N's eyes widened as she checked it again herself. "Never mind, my backup will be here soon," she answered him and Loki turned around smiling while taking a sip of the whiskey. "How are they going to find you without the hair clip?" he asked her, raising his eyebrow. She reached into her hair and realized she wasn't wearing it anymore. "How...how did you-" she stuttered as he set his glass down and walked over to her. He placed a hand on each of her sides on the counter. "How did I manage to get them?" he asked and she nodded, "I'm sure you remember the moment I reached into your hair." -He ran a finger down the side of her neck- "Right now, your people are probably chasing a drunk college student to her dorm; I think it'll be a pretty funny sight to see a dozen heavily armed men burst into that girl's room." -Loki laughed and looked at her- "More fun and time for both of us." She didn't know what had come over her, but suddenly she slapped him across the face with the flat of her hand. "Bad mistake," he said, grabbing her hands before turning her around so she was pressed against the bar. "If I really wanted to hurt you, I would have done it already, so stop trying my patience further and be a good girl." "Let go of me and I'll show you how good I can be," she replied. He let a hand trail down her body to her butt. "We both know you love the way I touch you, but don't worry, I won't fuck you until you beg for it." "How are you going to make me beg if you don't touch me?" she asked, looking at him over her shoulder. "Who said I wouldn't touch you? I just said I wouldn't fuck you until you did." His hand wandered down and under her dress as he stroked the fabric of her panties again. "I'm not going to take you against your will, so if you want me to stop, say so..." She heard his words, but was unable to speak herself as she felt his fingers. Y/N should stop it, but she couldn't. Why did it have to feel so good? She bit her lip as he pulled her panties aside and thrust two fingers into her wet pussy and began fucking her with them. He writhed inside her with each thrust as he fucked her fast and hard with it until he was stroking her clit with his thumb. "Oh God!" she moaned out loud when she could hold it in no longer and closed her eyes tightly as she began to move with his fingers thrusting deep inside her. She could only think that if his fingers already felt this good inside her, what his cock would feel like first-. Stop, she admonished herself, but felt her climax approaching and moaned again when she felt his lips against her shoulder. He stopped his movements and pulled his fingers out of her again. He wanted her to beg for him because she was so desperate for her orgasm. Loki spun her around and pushed her down on her knees. She looked confused, but then realized what was going on when he opened his pants and pushed her down with his boxers. "Touch me," he commanded and she slowly raised her hand and wrapped it around his cock. Loki took her wrist and began to move her hand up and down until he had enough and wrapped a hand in her hair. He brought her lips to his cock and she looked at him through her lashes. "Open your mouth." She smiled and shook her head, but Loki grabbed her chin and pushed a little until she opened her mouth and he thrust into her mouth. He started thrusting into him. Y/N dug her fingers into his thigh and felt tears in her eyes as she tried to breathe in and out. She shouldn't be so fucking aroused by all this, she thought, but she was. She wanted to be fucked by him and feel that cock in her pussy. Y/N hummed around his cock and reached under her dress to touch herself, but before she could, Loki grabbed her wrist and pulled out of her mouth. "Please..." she whimpered softly, looking up at him. "Please what?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "Please fuck me," she said, unable to believe how the evening had changed. Loki grinned widely and pulled her off the floor. "I didn't think you'd give in so quickly, but it's fine with me." She looked at him and shrugged her shoulders. He pulled her to him and kissed her passionately as he pulled down the zipper on her clothes and let it fall to the floor while she unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off his shoulders. If anyone ever found out about this, her career with MI6 would be over without a doubt. Loki lifted her up so she could wrap her legs around his hips and moaned as she began to rub against him. He carried her into the bedroom and threw her onto the bed; she crawled back, but he grabbed her ankles and pulled her back to him as he crawled onto the bed and between her legs. Loki bent down to take her nipple in his mouth and suck on it. "Loki!" she moaned, arching her back. He stopped and cut off her moans with a kiss before reaching for his cock and rubbing it against her pussy. "Please..." His lips moved to her neck and he laughed darkly. "Where did your naughty words go?" he asked as the tip thrust into her, but no more and teased her, "My little agent, what would only your boss think of you begging the man you're supposed to arrest to fuck you." "Please, fuck me...I need you." At the moment she didn't care about anything; she wanted to feel him inside her. She moaned loudly as he filled her with one thrust. "You're so tight," he moaned as he stopped for a moment before pulling almost completely out of her and thrusting back into her fast and hard. Loki did this again and again, reaching for the headboard to thrust into her at a different angle. She moaned his name over and over and arched her back as he thrust against her G-spot again and again. She could already feel her orgasm building inside her again and knew she wouldn't need much more. Loki nibbled the skin on her neck and moaned as he felt her start to get tighter around him. "Be a good girl and cum." He let his hand travel down to her clit and rubbed into it faster and harder. Y/N arched her back as she moaned loudly and her body shook as she cumming over his cock. Loki fucked her through her orgasm until he thrust deep inside her one last time, filling her with his hot cum. The room was filled with their heavy breathing as they both recovered from their climaxes. Finally he slid out of her and rolled off her. She had her eyes closed and was exhausted; Loki pulled the bed sheet over her body as he got up from the bed. He looked at her and smiled mischievously. He definitely wasn't done with his naughty little agent yet....

#loki #loki smut #Loki Laufeyson #loki god of mischief #Mob Loki #smut #tom hiddleston smut

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angelaf1978 · 2 years

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Loki living his best life as a vampire mob boss night club owner ,inspired by a fanfic i read yesterday 🥵 and i love vampire loki 🥵

#twhiddleston #tom hiddleston #hiddlestoners #thomas william hiddleston #hiddlesarmy #so hot 🔥🔥🔥#hiddlesedit #my edit #scottish #scotland #loki #vampire #mob boss

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thebibliosphere · 1 year

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It’s been a while since I fever dreamed the plot to something, but I just woke up from a literal fever dream set in a futuristic version of New York where Tom Hiddleston and his pet cyborg owl are entrenched in a spy thriller buddy-cop narrative, only to get swept up in the conflicting heartfelt rom-com narrative of Dakota Johnson who, after a series of unfortunate breakups, has sworn off love and committed herself heart and soul to her job as a curator at Futuristic Met Museum. This is much to the distress of her weed smoking, shroom taking trans lesbian mothers and their elderly dog, Jeff, who just want her to find happiness and love.

As part of his cover, Tom and his cyborg owl, Frank, move into the same apartment where he’ll be staying for several months while he plans to steal a diamond from the Met. I think if you held it up to the light it would project nuclear launch codes that’d been etched onto it. Don’t ask me, my brain was more focused on making the cyborg owl into the wise-cracking comic relief. It kept saying things like “wow Tom, you really are a jack of owl trades” or “don’t worry, Tom, owl always love you.”

The pair meet in the lobby where Tom manages to piss off Dakota by not holding the elevator for her while she is carrying heavy boxes. The apartment building, however, is old and shitty, and he gets stuck in the elevator, requiring him to be rescued by one of Dakota’s mothers who also happens to be the super. Dakota huffs her way out the stairwell just in time to hear her mother inviting the “nice British man” to dinner, much to her chagrin as she realizes that her mom is trying to set her up with the asshole and the cyborg owl that sits on his shoulder like a parrot.

Tom, who finds out she works for the met over said dinner, decides to go along with it as he realizes she’d be the perfect cover to get into the Met Museum for an upcoming gala event—not to mention the perfect person to take the fall for his theft—and begins wooing her relentlessly, assuring Frank, the cyborg owl, that it’s all just part of the mission.

Eventually, the pair fall for each other for realzies, and Tom is conflicted over using her to steal the diamond but his time is running out because we also find out he went rogue for a while after his partner died and was using his skills to work freelance for an international crime syndicate and now the mob is after him?????

Anyway, he’s about to confess all to her on the night of the gala when she gets a phone call from her moms letting her know that their elderly dog, Jeff, is dying so the pair rush back to the apartment and take him to the nearest cyborg vet in the hopes of saving him. En route, the mob find them and start shooting at the flying car they’re in and it leads to a comedic shouting match between the pair along the lines of “what do you mean you’re an international spy and the mob are after you? Ugh, I can’t believe you didn’t tell me this sooner! I told you everything about me!”

“Oh, yes, your embarrassing high school stories are exactly the same thing as divulging international secrets. Tell you what, after this let’s get a coffee and I can tell you some highly sensitive top secret information to even out the playing field.”

Anyway, Frank the cyborg owl manages to take out the mob car chasing them with a grenade (????!), and the pair get Jeff to the cyborg vet in time. The dream shifted after that to Dakota helping Tom to figure out how to break into the Met so he can get the diamond, not because she loves him and he helped save her childhood dog, but because she wants him gone. Tom accepts her help and storms off to his own apartment where Frank the cyborg owl is poignantly silent save to say “take some Tylenol”

“…what?”

“Wake up, you need Tylenol.”

Which is what sent me rocketing upright in bed, dizzy and dehydrated, pounding migraine headache, drenched in sweat and running what the thermometer tells me is a 102 fever.

Which brings us to now where I’m downing Tylenol in the dimly lit kitchen, guzzling water and typing this all up on my phone because there’s no way I’m going to remember all this in the morning but damn if it wasn’t a fun dream.

Anyway, shout out to Frank the cyborg owl for waking me up before my brain fried ✌️🦉. I’m going back to bed.

#I need a tag for my weird dreams #they happen infrequently but when they do they’re always bangers #long post #literal fever dream #thanks delayed reaction to the Covid shot…

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