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mochie85 · 1 year

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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 💜

I want to make a request with a song, just if it inspires you, so no pressure (;

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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pollenallergie · 11 months

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If what I’ve read about on my dashboard today is true, then FanExpo should let Joe out of his contract asap. I wouldn’t blame him if he never wanted to do meet and greets again at all after this. In fact, him refusing to do meet and greets from here on out would be more than justified. At the very least (the very, very least), they should let him opt out of photo ops and give him some sort of physical barrier between himself and the fans during autographs. It’s a shame that the actions of a few could take those opportunities away from everyone else, but I think that’d be the safest thing to do. Give him a break.

As for that fan… Ik he probably won’t, but god I wish Joe would press charges. That sort of behavior is literally a crime, that person deserves to be punished.

@eddiemunsonsmum’s comparison of this situation to what happened to Tom Hiddleston is incredibly apt, from the zoomed in pictures on their bulges, to the groping fans, to obsessive, mob-like mentality of their fan bases. This isn’t simple fangirl behavior, this is stalking, sexually harassing and abusing, sending death threats, cyber bullying, etc. These people aren’t fangirls, they’re the scum of the earth and they’re a threat to the safety and well-being of our favorite creatives (actors, musicians, etc.). More protective measures need to be set in place to prevent these types of people from interacting with these creatives.

#joseph quinn #joe quinn #tom hiddelson #fan expo #fan expo dallas

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clandestineloki · 11 months

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mafia!loki x sweet doting reader 🥰

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royal-confessions · 1 year

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“Harry & Meghan and Tom Hiddleston & Zawe Ashton should so hang out. They seem to have a lot in common. Two Old Etonians with obsessive fanbases (Royal/MCU) who chose as partners two mixed race women (Black mother/White father) and they all have to deal with this mob of white women who feel ownership over these white men and cannot accept that these privileged white men chose these women instead of them or someone like them and so spread hate and deranged conspiracy theories about the mixed women” - Submitted by Anonymous

#Prince Harry #Meghan Markle #meghan duchess of sussex

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buckybarnesandmarvel · 2 years

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𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

- 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐜. -Please do not copy or repost. These are all made by me. Reblogs, likes and requests are welcome!

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- 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐥 -

40′s Bucky

40′s Steve

Winter Soldier

Loki

Thor

Natasha & Yelena

Bucky & Sam (TFATWS)

Kate Bishop

The Spidermen

T’challa

Nebula

Steven Grant Rogers

Natasha Alianovna Romanov

Peter Parker

******

- 𝐀𝐔𝐬 -

Sugar Daddy!Bucky x Stripper!Reader

Police!Chris Evans x Reader

Mob!Bucky x Reader

Ceo!Bucky x Reader

Director!Tom Hiddleston x Actress!Reader

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- 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐜. -

Max (Sharper)

LLoyd Hansen (The Gray Man)

Ari Levinson (The Red Sea Diving Resort)

Eddie Munson (Stranger Things)

Chris (Destroyer)

Jefferson (OUAT)

Ransom Drysdale (Knives Out)

******

- 𝐀𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐬/ 𝐀𝐜𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 -

Chris Evans

Sebastian Stan

Tom Hiddleston

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raqnarokr · 1 year

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Tom Hiddleston + his characters moodboards

Moodboard made by me

📜 Dear Reader, welcome to my masterlist of moodboards about Tom Hiddleston and his characters.

→ The writing archive

→ Others moodboards

Tom Hiddleston

Coming soon. . .

Loki

Boyfriend!Loki

→ Boyfriend!Loki gives you a gift

→ Picnic date with Boyfriend!Loki

Mob!Loki

→ Forbidden romance with Mob!Loki

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boundlesssky · 10 months

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Всім добрий день! Пишу під псевдонімом Безмежне небо або Boundless sky. Також займаюсь різною творчістю: в'язання, вишивання хрестиком та бісером, малювання. Також полюбляю фотографувати.

Малюю в ibis paint, а також на холсті маслом або акрилом.

Пишу фанфіки десь приблизно років сім. Але українською пишу вже десь рік. Буду рада підписникам.

ФУМ:

https://www.fanfic.pp.ua/user/747

Фанфікком:

Ао3:

(На Ао3 більше всього зосередила увагу)

Твіттер:

https://twitter.com/boundless_sky23?s=09

У мене був досвід з різними фандомами. Але зараз декілька особливо активні в моєму житті: Ґеншин, Академія Амбрелла. Також планую щось писати по романам Мосян. Та, може, Патріот Моріарті та Мемуари Ванітаса доповнять мої роботи.

Хоча перерахую ще декілька знайомих мені фандомів:

Nanbaka

Shingeki no Kyojin

Bungou Stray Dogs

Detroit: Become Human

Durarara!!

Genshin Impact

Hagane no Renkinjutsushi

Kuroko no Basuke

Mob Psycho 100

Академія Амбрелла

The Witcher (Відьмак)

Tom Hiddleston

Marvel

Yuukoku no Moriarty (Патріот Моріарті)

Адамс Дуглас «Дірк Джентлі»

Багряний пік

Ганнібал Лектор

Доктор Хто

Люцифер

Месники

Добрі знаки

Надприродне

Холістичне детективна агенція Дірка Джентлі

Та дуууууже багато аніме. Ще китайських та корейських дорам. Донхва також. Манґа, маньхва, манхва, серіали

#укррайт #fanfic #укрфф #український тамблер #українською #український пост #укрфанфікшн #украрт

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shegatsby · 2 years

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Hi love! I was just wondering if you could write a mob au T. H where you two are working together as his assistant for a couple of years and ive had a crush on him but he didn't and then you make the rest up?? Thank you @marions-wither88

Warnings; Guns, violence

A/N; Hi, thank you for this request, sorry for any typos I'm not a native english speaker. Enjoy!!!

When you woke up with the alarm you groaned deeply, you have been working for your boss for more than 3 years but lately it was hard for you to wake up and go to your job. The main reason was that you had a huge crush on your boss (yeah unprofessional and unethical all at once, believe me I know) and you knew that he showed no interest. You were a beautiful person and a lot of people hit on you a lot but you only had eyes for one. You got the coffee your boss drinks every morning and walked inside the building. You admired your work place because your boss, Thomas W. Hiddleston had a perfect taste in art, the walls held art pieces from all around the world and every 6 months he ordered new pieces and donated the last ones to charities. You knew all about this because you were his assistant. As you marched the marble grey floors in your slim high heels you liked the stares you got. As I’ve mentioned before you were beautiful. Your position in the work place was admired and envied by other colleagues. You were Tom’s eyes, hands and all of the above, you knocked one time and opened the grey door. He was on his black chair as usual, when he saw you he nodded and you closed the door behind you. He hang up the phone when you placed the coffee on his glass table, ‘’Morning Y/N, thank you.’’ He took a sip from the coffee and closed his ocean eyes, ‘’That’s good.’’ He noticed you didn’t get yourself a coffee, his eye brows lifted, ‘’I’m trying to cut down the caffeine.’’ You shortly replied, before you lost yourself on his deep eyes you opened the folder you were holding, you were busy with papers so you didn’t notice his roaming eyes on your black pencil skirt and claret red blouse, you hair looked silky smooth, you bent slightly to put the papers on his glass table and he almost forgot to breath properly, ‘’Is something wrong?’’ you asked, confused. He swallowed the lump and coughed, ‘’No, I’m fine. Are these the papers you were talking about yesterday?’’ he casually asked to change the subject, ‘’Yes, see here, you have to sign these, Sir.’’ Every time you called him sir it did things to him.

You waited for him to read the papers and sign, ‘’Are you going to Greg’s birthday party tonight?’’ he asked, eyes never leaving his desk, Greg was the accountant, ‘’I don’t know, maybe.’’ You said, hoping he would ask you to go with him but deep down you knew it was impossible, your boss was famous among models, business women and actresses, all of his exes were high class celebrities and you felt like nothing next to them. ‘’You should bring your date, it would be fun for you.’’ His accent normally sent shivers to your body but not right now, not like this, ‘’I don’t have a date to bring.’’ You corrected him, you were single as fuck. Tom wasn’t just chitchatting, he wanted to know if you were single or not, ‘’Good to know.’’ He murmured more to himself than to you, ‘’I’m sorry?’’ you though you heard him wrong, unfortunately he was quick to change the subject, ‘’All set. Take these to Greg. Thank you.’’

Rest of the day went quickly, you couldn’t focus on your work properly because you were confused, ‘’Good to know.’’ Why would he say something like that unless? You exhaled the breath you were holding, ‘’Hey Y/N,’’ your work bestie came to your office, ‘’Hey, what’s up?’’ you said not looking away from your laptop, ‘’You wanna go to Greg’s party? It could be fun.’’ You needed a distraction anyways, ‘’Yeah sure, I’ll see you there.’’

When you finished up in your office you locked your door and noticed everyone left, you had lot on your plate today but glad to finish everything, as you locked your office door you heard your boss’s door being locked too and you turned to see those blue eyes, he smiled kindly, ‘’It’s never fun to be workaholic Y/N.’’ he joked friendly, ‘’You are one to talk.’’ You snapped back and noticed how bold you were in that moment, before you could apologies you heard your boss laugh for the first time. A warm smile on his face, his eyes lit up, you joined his laughter, together you walked to the elevator and he pressed the button. ‘’I’ve decided to go to Greg’s party.’’ You announced, making him remember your conversation. ‘’Oh? What changed your mind?’’ he asked and the doors opened, you both walked in and faced the metal doors. ‘’I need to drink and have fun. Maybe meet someone new.’’ Tom’s head turned to you sharply and didn’t go unnoticed, ‘’Oh?’’

‘’Yes, like you said, it’s never fun to be workaholic.’’ Tom didn’t like the answer he got, you could see his reflection and it intimidated you, you thought you said something wrong. The doors opened with a ding, ‘’Good night Mr. Hiddleston.’’ You left before giving him a chance to speak. Enough was enough, you needed a new crush.

You dolled up to go to Greg’s party, your satin dress hugged your curves perfectly

and your high heels gave you confidence, you called an Uber because you knew you would be drinking tonight. You left your apartment to wait outside, it was dark and little cold but you didn’t mind. You opened your purse to look at your phone but it happened so fast you had no chance to fight. Someone covered your mouth with a piece of cloth which stank like booze and you blacked out in a second.

Tom smashed his phone into the pastel wall when he finished the phone call. How could they know, he was careful?! Y/N was kidnapped by a small gang who wanted his attention and money, from outside he looked like a successful business man but deep down he was a mob boss, his job was to smuggle guns and drugs, he was so damn good at it and took the city under his control, this was the first time he lost his control and it would be the last because no matter what he was going to get his girl and not leave without a fight. Tom had a slight crush on Y/N when they first met, that’s one of the reasons why he hired her, over time that crush grew more and more but he never acted on his feelings due to his career. He didn’t want to drag Y/N into his dark world but it seemed he had no choice now, cat was out of the bag. He called his wingman, his friend Benedict and Benedict gathered the guns and men.

The place you were kept was an abandoned house outskirts of the city, ‘’Make sure no one walks out alive.’’ Tom said before they marched inside. You were kept upstairs, a man was sitting close to you, ‘’Wake up honey.’’ He said with his raspy voice, your head felt heavy you opened your eyes and looked at the man, he was tall and handsome, he had long dark hair and high cheeks bones, ‘’Why, why am I here?’’

Your throat felt dry, ‘’Here.’’ He helped you drink water, ‘’You are just a too so that I can reach to Hiddleston. Sit back and relax princess.’’ You were confused, what could this guy possibly want from your boss? If you weren’t ductaped to the chair you would have jumped when you heard the gun shots, something was happening downstairs, the gun shots grew more and more, you were so scared that you were in shock, couldn’t cry or move, you were just looking at the dusty old door, waiting for a bad guy to open it and kill you. When the gun shots stopped you took a deep breath, ‘’Let me go you prick!’’ you screamed when you felt that guy’s hand on your shoulder, ‘’Shh,’’ he said and nudged your bare shoulder with his cold gun, you closed her eyes and prayed to God. The door burst opened and you opened your eyes to see your boss and his friend that you’ve met before. They were both covered in blood but they seemed fine, ‘’Let her go.’’ Was the first sentence came out of Tom’s mouth, ‘’I see you killed all my men. How about we come to an arrangement, gentlemen?’’ Tom’s eyes first gave you reassurance that everything was going to be all right, you felt warmth spread in your chest. ‘’What arrangement?’’ Benedict asked coldly, ‘’I am the leader of the Crow clan. We want to work with you, since we couldn’t attract your attention Mr.Hiddleston I’ve decided I can try something else.’’ His gun nudged your shoulder again, ‘’I don’t work with scumbags you hurt women.’’ And he shot the man right between the eyes, you screamed and felt your body go numb. ‘’Tom! Are you mad? What if-‘’ Tom didn’t listen to his friend, he marched towards you and helped you get out of the ductape, ‘’Are you all right? Did they hurt you?’’ his hands were shaking, ‘’I’m fine.’’ You said, voice shaking. Tom held your head between his palms, ‘’Don’t look down, hold my hand.’’ Before crossing the threshold of the room you saw the dead man on the floor and you fainted again.

This time you woke up on a comfortable surface, you rubbed your eyes and jumped with the realization, dead man, kidnapping, guns, Tom… you were in a luxurious bedroom in a penthouse. ‘’Wha- what happened?’’ Tom was there to hold you, he brought you to his home, laid you to his king sized bed and sat on the edge, waiting for you to wake up. He held your shoulders, ‘’Y/N, it’s me. Calm down, you are safe.’’ Your eyes met his worried ones, he was worried for you indeed. Once you were relaxed with his hands on your shoulder he asked you again, ‘’Are you hurt? Did he touch you?’’ you could hear the anger in his voice, ‘’No, no- I was outside my apartment, waiting for the Uber and- and someone came, I woke up in that house.’’ You finished, tears prickling in your soft eyes, Tom hated himself more.

He hugged you, your head was on his chest, hearing his heart beat, he played with your hair, ‘’I’m sorry, this was all my fault.’’

‘’How come?’’ You asked curious, he knew he had to tell you everything and he did. You were his assistant and needed to know his actual work, where the money comes from. You were left in shock, ‘’Let me close that for you.’’ He closed your mouth, ‘’But, why would they kidnap me?’’

He exhaled deeply and pulled you in to kiss you. You eagerly replied to the kiss, your hands went to his thick hair, he pulled you to his lap, your legs were either side of his and you could feel his growing need for you. He pulled back, catching his breath, ‘’That’s why.’’ He said, ‘’I’ve been in love with you ever since I met you Y/N. Please be mine and end my misery. If you will have me I’m yours.’’

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silver-tongued-bby · 3 years

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Keeper

Pairing: Dark!Mob!Loki x Reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!! This is a Dark!Loki fic hence it explores dark themes including drug use, degradation, humiliation, anal (kinda), dirty talk, manipulation, edging and fingering.

Words: 5,441

Summary: Loki owns you in every sense of the word and you’d be the first to admit it.

The bass moved through you, thumping along with your heartbeat. You suppressed a shiver as you looked at the figure shrouded in darkness across from you. You could make out his lithe form stretched out in the booth, his silver cufflinks glinting in the distant strobe lights. The ones you knew he kept on the nightstand, the ones you watched him attach to his crisp white shirt with care this morning, like every morning. He always made such a performance of getting ready- everything carefully laid out. Once the cufflinks were on he’d slide the holster over his shoulder before nestling in his gun- a .45 he once told you. Finally he’d slip the blazer over his shoulders- and your heart would race, knowing he’d come to place a kiss on your forehead before slipping out the door.

You came back to the club, watching him talk to his associates, each greedier than the rest for his attention. He touched his finger to his bottom lip as he pondered what one of them said to him. Taking a sip of his bourbon he gave an order to one, the man quickly moving out of sight. You squirmed- you didn’t want to be here and he knew it. You could barely see his eyes shift to you but you felt them there. His shadowy hand beckoned you forward and you obediently stood, stepping over to him quickly, knowing how much he hated to wait. He pulled you on his lap, his hand grasping your thigh gently and you bent your head closer to his.

“Don’t look so sad, darling.” His velvety voice in your ear made you stiffen and he chuckled darkly, enjoying all he held over you.

“Not yet,” he slid his hand further up your thigh, his finger tip ghosting over the silk of your panties under your dress. You whimpered, overwhelmed at this smallest bit of attention.

“Please, can we go?” You begged, wanting to go home, to have his attention on you and you alone.

“No, darling.” He sighed, losing patience already. “Why don’t you go dance?”

You brought your face into his neck, “I don’t want to. Not without you.” You breathed in his scent, his cologne mixed with the warmth of his skin making you grow wet.

He sighed again patience gone and clearly annoyed as he gripped your chin to pull you away from his skin. “You know your rules. Here,” he brought a tiny bag out of his pocket, pulled your hand out palm-up and shook out a purple pill. “Just take this.” He gave you his whiskey and you popped the pill in your mouth, swallowing it down with a sip of the hard liquor. “Now leave me.” He guided you off his lap and you stepped away, trying not to teeter over in your heels.

Sitting back down in your seat your cheeks were burning. You hated yourself for letting him do that, his associates sending you watered-down sympathetic looks and wicked smirks when they thought you weren’t looking. You hated yourself for letting him own you both mentally and physically. You hated yourself for loving the kingpin of New York, Loki Laufeyson.

You focused on your breathing as you played with your bracelet in your lap, waiting for the inevitable. At least you weren’t anxious- he’d never let anyone lay a finger on you, you were his and anyone dumb enough to question that paid a hard price. Taking a deep breath you remembered the night you first met, the night before so many things changed for the better, and for the worse.

~~~

You used to serve tables at a restaurant in Hell’s Kitchen, a trendy, little space that was packed every night. You made fast friends with Angie, one of the senior servers of the restaurant. She had the best connections for parties, clubs, drugs, you name it. It didn’t take long for you to fall into that lifestyle, tagging along with Angie to the lavish rooftop parties of trust fund kids, or to the newest club where she somehow always knew the bouncer.

One night she suggested you hit up this penthouse party, held by “some rich dude who’s more concerned with getting hot girls there than his own friends.” You agreed immediately- she’d spoken of legendary parties like this before but hadn’t had the chance to experience one. After your shift the two of you got into your tightest dresses and most irresponsible shoes before heading back uptown. The building overlooked Central Park, a glamorous high rise glittering against the late night lights of New York City. The apartment itself was massive- you were pretty sure it could comfortably sleep 30 guests. The place was full of people, both famous and unknown, some of New York’s royalty enjoying cocktails around the room. Angie went off to find her friend that invited her, leaving you alone in the crowded room.

You strolled around the place, leisurely sipping a dry martini as you enjoyed the contemporary art the owner chose to display. You were particularly enamoured with one- a painting of a girl, two brilliant, almost cartoony birds nipping at her lips in a symmetrical formation. You didn’t realise how long you’d been admiring it until a velvety voice interrupted your thoughts. “Hmm… I’m not sure I like this one,” you turned to see a man standing by you, his pale skin sharply contrasted against the inky black waves that came to his shoulders. His eyes were sparkling, a green-blue that popped against his complexion, a slight smile playing at his lips. He was breathtakingly handsome.

You smiled at him warmly, “oh? What don’t you like about it?”

“Why don’t you tell me what you like about it?” He countered, his crisp accent and intoxicating smile making your cheeks grow hot.

“It’s beautiful,” you breathed as you turned back to the painting. “She’s so at peace- she’s not in pain. The birds aren’t either- they look calm, they look imagined. The two of them, together, it’s like they’re helping her, they’re guiding her through it. Through life,” you turned to see him examining you as he listened intently, sporting an encouraging smile.

“Well said. I’d be a fool not to agree with you.” He grinned at you. “I’ve never seen you at one of these before,” he said, his eyes searching yours. “I’d like to think I’d remember if I had but correct me if I’m wrong.”

“Oh, I’ve never been here before. A friend of a friend invited me. I don’t know the host but I’ve heard he’s loaded,” you laughed as you motioned at the giant space around you. “At least he’s got a good taste.”

“He seemingly does.” At that point a man came to whisper something in the man’s ear. Looking back to you apologetically he said “I’m terribly sorry, I must step away for a little while. Please stay- I’d love to hear your thoughts on that one over there,” he motioned to a sculpture at the back wall.

“Sure- but before you go, I didn’t catch your name.”

“Loki,” he smiled and asked for yours before he turned away, following the man down a corridor.

You continued to go about the room when Angie gripped your arm and led you out to the balcony. Roughly tugging you outside before closing the door, she turned to you with wide eyes. “Do you know who you were just talking to?!” She asked, her pupils massive- she must’ve done a line or two with her friend.

“A man? Well a handsome man? He just sort of came up to me and started talking-“ you were cut off by Angie frantically shaking her blonde curls.

“No no no. No honey- not a man, Loki Laufeyson.” She looked to you with her crazy, coked out eyes, expecting you to connect the dots.

“Who?”

“He’s the head of organised crime in New York. Any drugs, guns, illicit cash, hell even counterfeit purses go through his operation. He runs this city. This is his fucking apartment!” She was gripping your arm tightly.

“You’re crazy,” you laughed. “This isn’t The Sopranos.”

“Fuck girlie, you really have no clue do ya?” Her grip tightened. “Did you not clock the guys walking around here with guns under their blazers? Take another look. The politicians that look like they were about to shit themselves? The man’s feared in this town.”

You shook your hand away. Looking through the glass you saw one man, mid 20s readjust his blazer slightly, revealing shiny black metal tucked at his side. “Oh fuck,” you said, the weight of what was happening hitting you. “He just- he wanted to talk to me about art, he said to wait, that he’d be back,” your sentences jumbled together as you started to hyperventilate.

“Girlie! You need to get your ass back out there, now. Just be polite, try to get him to lose interest. I’m sure he has enough pussy around to let you go.” Despite her drug-fuelled pace, Angie’s words calmed you down.

“Okay, okay. Looks like most people are starting to leave now anyways. I’m sure I make an excuse.” You took a deep breath, squared your shoulders and walked back inside. You made it to the sculpture Loki had pointed out to you earlier, turning to the balcony you saw Angie with her friend, she gave you a thumbs up before turning away.

You tried desperately to focus on the sculpture in front of you, a mass of twisted red fabric and plastic. You hated it- the colour, the textures making you think of death, of decay. You turned to look away, back to Angie and were faced by Loki himself, who was apparently standing right behind you. Oh fuck- how long had he been there? Could he tell you didn’t like this one? Would that make him angry?

“Sorry to startle you,” he apologised, warmly smiling at you.

“It’s- it’s fine. I’m sorry, I almost bumped into you.” You said, gripping the martini glass in your clammy hands.

“So,” he turned you back around, his hands warm on your bare shoulders as he held you in place. “What do you think of this one?”

You surveyed the red monstrosity once more, desperately trying to think of something polite to say. “I hate it,” your mouth hung open in shock at your own admission. His hands shook on your shoulders as he started to laugh, you were surprised to admit it but it was a lovely sound. You smiled and started to laugh too, feeling the nerves slip away. What kind of mobster laughs like that? You relaxed more at the thought, quieting as he came up beside you.

“Darling, I think you’re the first person to ever be honest about this one. I hate it too,” he beamed down at you. What kind of mobster has a smile like this? You wondered, finding yourself wanting to do everything in your power to keep it in place. “I am sorry for not filling you in before but this is my home. I was the poor sap who bought this,” he motioned over to the sculpture, “thing.”

You laughed. “I’m sorry too- I think you might’ve overpaid.”

You felt a poke on your arm and turned to see Angie there, head turned down, obviously trying to hide her state from the man beside you. “Hey- we’re about to head out and catch a cab. Are you coming?”

You turned to Loki, torn about what to do. You felt an instant connection with this man- surely what Angie said couldn’t be true. Loki looked warmly at you. “You’re welcome to stay, I’d love to hear more of your commentary on some more of my purchases.”

You smiled back at him “okay.” Turning back to Angie you held her hand in yours, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “I’ll stay here a little while longer. I’ll catch up with you tomorrow.” Angie raised her eyes to yours, as if to say “girlie, I love you but not enough to get shot over.” You rolled your eyes at her and grinned, “really- I’ll be okay. Bye Angie.” She gave you a pitying smile before backing away and bowing her head at Loki in respectful acknowledgement, turning to meet her friend at the door.

“Now,” Loki bent to gather your arm in his. “Let me show you my favourites.”

~~~

The next year was a blur. Loki had quickly become the only person in your life, your friend, your lover, your teacher, and your keeper. He got in your head, he found out every deep desire of yours, every fantasy. He trained your body to respond to him and only him. You couldn’t cum without him, yet with him he could have you on the floor with just his voice and words. He experimented with your body and allowed you to experiment with his supply, every now and then.

You’d quit your job at the restaurant quickly after the party, explaining to Angie that you had to move in with him, that he’d keep you safe, that it was the only way. You’d lost contact with your friends and your family, your love for Loki filling most of the hollow space left behind. He’d grown firmer as you’d learnt his rules, only displaying his attachment to you in public when it was convenient for him. Otherwise he’d do it in private, bringing you to tears each time he made you cum “just one more time.” You were always hungry for him, no matter what you’d do anything he asked, anything to be his good little darling.

Your life centred completely around him, he was your sun and you hurtled around him, desperately trying to stay in orbit. You could feel that it was unhealthy but you couldn’t give him up. He was the love of your life. He said that to you too, trapping you further in the depths of it each time he whispered he loved you, and how he would never let you go.

Coming back to yourself you found that your hands were tingling, but you felt fantastic. The ecstasy he gave you was rushing through your bloodstream after you waited so patiently for it to hit. You got up off the chair, shooting him a small grin before stepping down from the VIP section to the dance floor.

You closed your eyes and felt the music as your hips swayed, mouthing the lyrics of the song you’d known from another time. You smiled so hard your face hurt, feeling absolutely wonderful in the sweaty crowd. No one dared touch you as you danced, no creeps trying to cop a feel- they knew they’d lose their fingers if they tried. You were dancing beside a girl, her hair cropped short as she danced beautifully, mesmerising you. She smiled and held out her hand, asking for your permission. You took it and pulled up against her, moving in time with her hips against your own.

She smelt so wonderful and her skin was so soft as you swayed with her, her hands falling to your waist as you faced each other. You felt yourself grow wet, forgetting where you were momentarily as you pressed yourself up against her harder.

“What’s your name?” She shouted near your ear over the music in the club. You answered her, finding out her name was Andrea while you continued to dance, your eyes locked. Suddenly you felt a firm grip on your shoulder, spinning you around to face your dark keeper, your stomach twisting in nervous excitement.

“My apologies, but I refuse to share what’s mine.” Loki shouted at Andrea over the music. You turned to throw her a sympathetic look- her eyes were wide with fear as she backed away.

Loki swiftly pulled you to the corner of the dance floor, where he brought your arms up around his neck and began to dance with you, his hands coming to rest on your waist. He stared down at you, his eyes dark. “Darling, you know you’re in trouble.”

You smiled up at him blissfully, moving in time with the music. “I know- I’m sorry. But you’re dancing with me!” You grinned, running your fingers through his soft hair.

He laughed at that, “I suppose I am. No more business tonight, I promise you. Only pleasure,” he brought out the tiny bag once more, tapping two tiny pills out onto his palm. He popped them both in his mouth then leaned in to kiss you, his hands returning around your waist. You opened to the kiss readily and he slid his tongue against yours, pressing one of the pills into your mouth. You pulled away and swallowed, meeting his mischievous stare. He rarely took part in drugs, his associates readily offering though he steadily refused. You knew this meant he was letting himself enjoy the night and your heart fluttered in excitement.

You continued to dance, loving how he felt against you. His jacket was off, and you revelled in feeling the heat radiating from his body under the thin cotton of his dress shirt. You traced your finger tips along his shoulders, bringing them down to grip his biceps, feeling the muscles flex as he moved with you. Your eyes remained locked with his, watching his pupils grow as the drugs slowly hit his system. You brought your hands back up to his neck, lightly dragging your nails up against his scalp as you gripped his hair. He closed his eyes briefly, opening them to hungrily stare at you before dipping down to capture your lips with his. He kissed you gently, pulling away to let your breaths mingle, lightly brushing his lips against your own. He moved to speak in your ear. “Oh darling, you’re trembling.” His voice was patronising and you were certain that even if you weren’t really fucking high you’d still be a wet mess in his arms.

“Do you want me to take you home?” He smirked knowingly, brushing his fingers lightly up and down your arm.

You nodded quickly, breathless.

“Yes? And what do you want me to do to you when we get there?” He taunted you, though you could feel his hard length pressing against you.

Your face was still beside his so he couldn’t see it grow hot as you thought of your answer. “I want you to trace my skin with your fingers, everywhere. I want us to tease each other until we can’t take it anymore. I just- I need you to keep touching me. Please, don’t ever stop.” You brought your face away from his, leaning back in his arms to study his expression. You were met with the dark gaze of a starved man, his eyes full of lust.

Without a word he swiftly pulled you out of the club and into the back of the car waiting at the curb. It sped off to your destination as he lightly drew his fingers up and down your exposed thigh, his other hand draped around your shoulder to firmly hold you close. You were mesmerised, not one coherent thought in your head while you whimpered in the dark. Drawing close to him, you lightly licked his bottom lip, the two of you breathing each other in as he continued to tease you.

The car stopped and the door opened, Loki sliding out before turning to offer you his hand. He slipped your arm in his as you entered the apartment lobby and into the open and waiting elevator. As soon as the doors closed he had you cornered against the wood paneling, his fingers behind your jaw as his thumb lightly brushed your cheek. You held his stare as you opened your mouth and he pressed his thumb inside. You lightly sucked on the digit, caressing it with your lips as he pulled it out, causing him to inhale sharply.

The doors opened and he gripped your arm then turned to pull you along with him out of the elevator and into the apartment. He navigated along the winding corridors of the apartment to your shared bedroom, flinging you down on the bed and switching on the low, warm lights. He turned to you, his jaw flexed as his teeth clenched, the drugs fully hitting his system now. He raised an eyebrow at you before flipping you over, unzipping your dress and shimmying you out of it. He unclasped your bra before turning you on your back to face him once more, pulling it off of you. His eyes devoured the swell of your breast, the curves of your body before flickering back up to your face. “My lovely girl.” Sitting up, he took his blazer off before unbuttoning his shirt and sliding it down his shoulders, revealing his toned physique that always made your mouth run dry.

You sat up and brought your knees under you on the edge of the bed, so you were eye-level with his chest. Looking up at him you lightly traced your finger tips up his arm, across his collarbones and down his abdomen. “Your skin is so beautiful,” you said as you looked at him in awe, before bending forward to place a gentle kiss above his heart.

He was looking down at you, a small smile playing at his lips. “Take these off and lie back darling.” His finger hooked in your panties, you nodded and fell back on the bed then slipped the dampened silk from yourself. You couldn’t see him but you heard the clink of a belt as he took off his pants. You melted into the bed, enjoying the way the sheets felt on your bare skin. He climbed up beside you and gently traced his fingers over your palm and up your arm, sliding down between your breasts as you shakily exhaled.

“Oh darling, you’re dripping.” He said in a condescending tone. “You have been all night, haven’t you?”

You whined in response, biting your lip. He rested his hand over your cheek, “my poor girl.” He let his fingers trail gently over your nipple, making you inhale sharply as your back arched off of the bed. “So ready to cum, darling. Tell me, how many times do you think you’ll cum tonight?” He asked, head tilting to the side in amusement.

“H-how many times will you let me cum tonight?” You asked in response, your breath hitching as he traced his fingers up your legs, stopping short of where you needed him most.

“Good answer.” He smirked at you before bringing his face close to yours, strands of his hair brushing against your cheeks. He let his lips brush lightly over yours as his hand slid up your thigh and between your legs. You flinched when he trailed his fingers over your heat and he chuckled before starting the circuit again. He continued to gently trace your skin kissing you lightly, until you were a sweaty, whining mess under him.

“Please, please- Loki.” You begged, writhing as he brushed over your heat once more.

“Please, what?” He licked at your lips, tugging the bottom one in-between his teeth. “Tell me what you need, darling.”

“Please use your fingers on me- please fuck me with your fingers.” You pleaded with him, hoping he would decide to keep your punishment he mentioned earlier for another night.

“Is this what you need?” He sharply thrust a finger into you, causing you to cry out.

“Yes, Loki- fuck!” You shouted as he started moving his finger within you, his other hand lightly circling your clit. “I’m going to cum-“ your back arched off the bed as he continued his movements.

“Open your eyes darling- cum for me and open your eyes. I want to see the look on your face while you squeeze me with your delicious cunt.” Obediently you opened your eyes and you came, keeping them trained on his as the pleasure ripped through you. You were screaming his name, your release soaked the sheets beneath you as you rode out the extended high.

After breathing through the aftershocks and coming back to yourself Loki lowered himself between your legs, gripped your thighs and pulled them to the end of the bed. He brought his face to your thigh, just above the knee and licked a trail upwards toward your slit. You moaned at the sensation and he pulled away to give you a wicked grin. “Do you want me to put my mouth on your cunt, darling?” He teased, his fingers tracing the length of your thigh- it already felt like heaven.

“Yes- please…” you lazily gazed at him, your wet dripping down your folds and onto the sheets.

“Tell me darling, who do you belong to?” His ravenous gaze made you whimper, your breath taken from you.

You tried to answer him, you really did but you couldn’t focus on anything but the sound of his voice and those gloriously long fingers brushing against your skin.

“Darling you know how I hate to repeat myself.” He suddenly bent forward to nip at your leg, his lips sucking on the skin. You cried out, the sensation sharp in your heightened state. “Who do you belong to?” He raised an eyebrow, enunciating each word as if you were a child.

“I- I belong to you, Loki. My body, my soul, my heart- it’s all yours.” You said in a moment of clarity, eyes searching his as you repeated what he knew so well.

“Good girl.” He came forward to blow lightly over your slit, your breath catching in your throat as he did so. He lightly pressed a kiss to your clit and you sharply sucked in a breath, your hands twisting in the sheets. He returned quickly to lick a stripe up your slit, making your back arch as you moaned. “Oh darling, so close again already? I can see your desperate hole trembling, begging to be filled. My little whore.” You whined in response and he smiled wickedly. “Not,” he tapped your clit sharply, “yet.” He tapped again and you felt as if you were going mad, your body writhing on the bed.

“Please, please, please- I can’t, I can’t handle it. I need you, please Loki. I’ll do anything,” You stammered, tears springing to your eyes as you looked down at him.

“Oh darling,” he caressed your thighs gently. “My poor, pretty girl. No need for tears, I’ll give you what you need. I promise, you’ll feel so much better.” He brought his mouth back over your cunt, his tongue gently swirling around your clit. You came in seconds, biting your own lip so hard you tasted copper before your mouth hung open as the pleasure came hard and fast, almost causing you to faint. You were so caught up in the pleasure you didn’t realise he’d slipped a finger in your cunt, fucking you as he sucked on your hardened clit. This rolled you into another orgasm, and he pulled away just in time for your release to squirt around his finger moving within you. “That’s it darling, ride it out.” He came up to straddle you on the bed, continuing to move his hand within your fluttering cunt.

You looked up at him with heavily-lidded eyes, as your breaths came out slowly. He brought his fingers to your mouth and you eagerly sucked on them, cleaning them of your cum. “Good girl.”

His length was over your stomach, his legs on either side of your hips. “Can I- can I try something?” You shyly asked, your courage fuelled by the drugs. He raised an eyebrow and tilted his head, a light smile at his lips, urging you to continue. “Will you lay down for me?”

He smiled at you before licking his lips. “Of course, darling.” He came around to lay beside you on the bed, his eyes watching you intensely while you moved to straddle his abdomen. “Could you- would you mind closing your eyes?” He nodded, dark eyes closing to you. You bent over him, lightly tracing his arm. Coming close to his ear you lightly kissed it before whispering “thank you.”

You sat back up and started to gently trace every inch of his skin facing you with your fingers. You lightly brushed the hair away from his face before bending down to lightly press kisses to it. Crawling down his body you bent to lightly lick his skin before pulling back and blowing cool air over it, continuing your light touches as you did so. You lightly kissed his nipple, letting your tongue slide over it briefly before pulling back to blow air over it. You chanced a look up at his face and found his eyes open and trained on you, giving you a dark stare, his mouth open to accommodate his quickened breath. You kept your eyes on his as you bent to do the same to his other nipple and felt his cock twitch behind you, the impressive length hot against you.

His stare turned positively menacing- he looked as if he were to devour you whole. He grasped your arms and suddenly flipped you beneath him, his hand coming to grip the back of your neck, thumb resting on your cheek. “Do you like teasing me, little one?” He rasped out, his jaw clenched. You squirmed and nodded, feeling his hard cock against your heat.

“Do you feel how hard you’ve made me?” His lips brushed against yours as he spoke those words. “Yes,” was your shy reply. He kissed you before pulling your bottom lip gently between his teeth.

“I’m sorry darling, I can’t stand to wait another second.” He thrust into you, your mouth opening and eyebrows drawing together at the sudden fullness. Your breaths mingled as he picked up his pace, hitting the sensitive spot deep within you. He lifted one of your legs to hook around his waist, his hand firmly gripping your ass. He dipped his head to kiss you and moved his hand to gently stroke your tight, little hole as he continued to rut into you. Your breath was heavy, he pulled away to watch your face as he slid a a finger in to your hole, causing you to clench around his cock. He took a shaky breath, his pace slowing momentarily while your muscles kept their firm hold on him. “You’re gripping me so tightly, little girl. You love the feel of my finger in your tight little ass, don’t you? Are you going to cum again darling?” Your skin was on fire, his words going straight to your core, your back arching into him.

“Yes, fuck- you feel so good,” you breathed.

“Hold on, darling. Not yet,” his expression was positively wicked as you writhed against him, whining. He started moving his finger, as he fucked you, the sensation driving you absolutely wild. You were desperately grabbing his arm, trying to hold on to something, anything to keep yourself from coming without his say. He bent to give you a deep kiss, his tongue sliding against your own, swallowing your moan.

“Are you my good little whore?” You shook at his words, your nails digging into the skin of his forearm.

“I- I…” you gasped out, nodding.

“Do you want me to let you cum so your tight cunt can milk my cock?” He growled against your lips, his voice dangerously low.

“Yes please- please,” you begged, your eyes desperately searching his.

“Say it.” He picked up his pace, “tell me who you belong to, you filthy slut.”

“You- Loki! I’m your whore, I’ll do whatever you want. Whatever you need- forever.”

“My good girl,” he gave you a dark grin. “Cum, now.” You let go at his words and the pleasure came, suffocating you completely as every muscle in your body clenched and twitched. He came shortly after you with a moan, his eyes momentarily closing as the bliss took him over. You felt him twitch inside of you- your cunt gripping him with each wave of ecstasy, enhanced by the drug. You both caught your breath in silence, his breathing warm against your neck. He started to chuckle and you joined in, the two of you exhausted and content. He pulled his finger out of you and brought his face to yours to kiss you deeply.

“I love you,” you said against his lips.

“I know,” he smiled, pulling away to study your face. “I love you too.”

End notes: The painting I'm describing in the cutscene is James Jean's Lory (2019); check him out if you're interested- his work is amazing. Sorry this isn't Loki show related but it was fun to get this out there! Thank you for reading.

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