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The True Fear Of Men.

AN: Been a long time comin’. Sorry about the little pause in between but I got into that whole Thomas Sharpe thing but hey! So here we go, another one for strong!wife. Gosh I love strong wives, don’t you?

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Part 2: https://ladyfluff.tumblr.com/post/184947433379/the-true-fear-of-men

Part 3: This is it.

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Dancing In The Dark

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Paring: Mafia!Loki x Fem!Reader

Word count: 6k

Summary: The owner of the club you perform at had always terrified you. What will you do when he decides that you belong to him?

Warnings: SMUT (ONLY READ IF YOU ARE 18+) non con, kidnapping, Stockholm syndrome, physical violence and abuse, unprotected sex, oral sex (male and female receiving), fingering, choking, spanking

Dancing, you’d always loved to dance. You were never really any good at it but that didn’t matter, you loved it. You never thought you’d do it professionally and you’d never have thought you’d earn money dancing, this was until you found burlesque.

It turns out that burlesque was much more about personality and flair than it was about actual physical skill, and you certainly had bucket loads of personality to share.

A few years ago you could never have dreamed of dancing at the most prolific cabaret club in London, but here you are. Although you knew the owner of the club was anything but moral, you were assured by the other dancers that you’d never have to meet him and besides, how could you pass up the opportunity of a life time?

The owner of the club, the notorious Loki Laufeyson, was well known throughout the city for all the wrong reasons. Although his name was known to all he somehow managed to keep his face out of the limelight, so just incase, you knew to always be on the look out for any villainous visitor.

As always you got ready for work, curling and back combing your hair into the biggest poofiest vintage style you could manage, wigs were often your friend. After that you put on your makeup, a sultry shade of red graces your eyelids, complimented by gold glitter. You finish off the look with long false eyelashes and bold red lipstick, essentially stage ready except from the costume.

Tonight’s act was called Mambo, an up beat Latin jazz act that featured your giant feather fans. The costume was an embellished green and black mermaid style skirt with a corset and matching rhinestoned lingerie. You’d made the costume yourself and spent countless hours adding embellishments until it was just right.

You make your way to the stairs, as the music starts playing and the spotlight hits you, you slink your way sensually down the long staircase. The lights were too bright to see past the first two rows so once you had shed yourself of your long skirt you liked to dance your way around the tables. At the back of the club was the most expensive seats in the house, the booths had red velvet seats, positioned around a circular gold table with champagne in a golden ice bucket placed on top.

In the nervousness before your act you barely noticed the party of three men joining the manager of the club in a booth at the back of the room, that was until you danced passed their table with your soft feather fans. All four men dressed in fitted black suits, they blended in seamlessly with the surrounding atmosphere.

Making your way back to the stage you unlace your corset, throwing it off stage before revealing your newly exposed skin. Holding the fans over your chest you unclip your bra, turning your back to the audience slowly to see your back become bare as you slip the straps over your shoulders. As the fabric leaves your body you flirtily drop it in the lap of an an unsuspecting member of the audience in the front row. Lifting the fans above your head you stand tall and proud as you shake your tassels to the beat of the music before striking an end pose as the audience breaks into applause. You leave the stage in your usual confident fashion, doing one last little tassel shake as you make your way off stage. As your evening had followed as it usually did you would have had absolutely no idea of what awaited you off stage.

Loki had owned the club for a number of years, he had used it to launder money through for the last ten of them and although he was surprised by its success it was a welcome addition to his ever growing enterprise. He had only visited the club a handful of times but recently he’d become alerted to some worrying news, he wasn’t the only one laundering money through his club.

Arriving in his black Jaguar he was surrounded by well dressed bodyguards, unless you noticed the guns strapped to their hips you would have thought they were just another group of guests. He was greeted by the manager of the club and ushered in through the private entrance to the booth at the back of the club.

“Mr Laufeyson, such a pleasure that you are joining us this evening. Please let me know if there is anything I can do for you.” David the club manager starts, immediately grabbed by his shoulder from one of the imposing looking bodyguards.

“Sit” Loki replies, the firmness in his voice already heard, his eyes fixated on pouring himself a glass of champagne as the bodyguard pushes David into the seat in front of him, sliding in next to David to block him in.

“It has been brought to my attention that someone has been laundering money through my establishment. As you know, this cannot be tolerated. Tell me, how would you handle the situation?” Loki asks the nervous man sitting trembling before him, now making eye contact with him causing him to cower under Loki’s gaze.

“I.. Um.. I’m not sure Sir, quietly?” David replies, earning a dark smile from Loki.

“Quietly” he replies in an amused tone, gesturing to his bodyguards who chuckle deeply at Loki’s gesture.

“I was thinking more along the lines of breaking all of your fingers, that way they cannot become sticky again. Do you think you can scream quietly?” He questions, a knife appearing in his hand as if from thin air, quickly stabbing it into the table top between David’s fingers. David jumps back, his shoulders hitting the seat as Loki leans and pulls the knife from the table, grazing it over the tops of David’s fingers. Just as Loki is about to speak the song in the room changes, from the corner of his eye he catches the image of a woman dressed in emerald green slinking down the long staircase to the stage.

“And who, may I ask, is she?” He growls, pointing the knife in your general direction, too far away for you to notice.

“She’s one of your dancers Sir, her name is Y/N, she’s new” he replies, the trembling tone evident in his voice as you glide past the table with your fans, dancing back to the stage.

“Bring her to me, but make sure to clean yourself up first” Loki replies, his eyes fixated on you as if you were the only person in the room, dancing only for him.

“Yes Sir, Wh..what do you mean ‘clean myself up?’” David asks, cautiously. Suddenly the bodyguard next to him grabs David’s hand and slams it onto the table, barely audible above the music.

“Never let them see you bleed” Loki replies villainously as he stabs David cleanly through the hand. David goes to scream but no sound comes out, but it’s probably for the best, he has no idea what Loki would do to him if he had drawn attention to their little soiree at the back of the room.

“Go, before I change my mind” Loki rumbles, venom spilling from his words as he pulls the knife swiftly from David’s hand. David stands quickly, covering his trembling bloodied hand with his suits jacket as blood spills down his white shirt. He immediately runs back stage, grabbing a towel and some ice for his hand just as your act finishes and you slink off stage.

You walk through the red velvet curtains still reeling from the high of being on stage as David runs up to you, catching you by your shoulder with his freezing hand, his other concealed.

“Y/N, there’s someone that wants to meet you in booth number one, you must change and go to them right away” he says sternly.

“Uh.. who is it? And why do they want to meet me? We don’t do private dances here if that’s what your thinking” you say, yes you strip but you refuse to dance for one single person. It’s not that you look down on full service stripping, you’d done it before, it’s just that the idea of being alone with one person you don’t know, essentially naked makes you feel uncomfortable.

“He just wants to meet you Y/N, please” the desperation in his eyes now visible as his hand grabs his other through his suit jacket, the blood not visible under the darkened light.

“Ugh fuck it, fine! I’ll be there in a second” you reply as you walk back into the dressing room.

Quickly you change into a different outfit, you take off your tassels and pack your costume away in a bag. You step into a knee length fitted green silk dress and the same golden heels that you wore for your act. You re-apply your makeup and make your way downstairs.

“Right this way, madam” a large man says, approaching you the second you walk into the club, leading you to the booth at the back of the room.

As a similarly large man sitting in the booth nods to the black haired man in front of him, the large man stands and leaves the booth, gesturing for you to sit down. Slipping into the seat the large man closes a velvet curtain around the booth, leaving you and the stranger completely enclosed.

As you look up to meet the eyes of the man you are now closed in with you take in his gorgeous features. His soft ivory skin with cheekbones that appear as if they were hand carved from marble complimented by the contrast of his swept back obsidian hair. His blue green eyes bore into yours in a terrifying but absolutely entrancing way that makes the hairs stand up on the back of your neck.

“Thank you for meeting with me” he breaks the silence as he begins to pour you a glass of champagne.

“I didn’t have much of a choice, but nevertheless, it’s a pleasure” you reply smiling lightly as he slides the glass towards you, the booth falling silent once again.

“So, what’s your name?” You ask inquisitively, an uneasy feeling growing within you with almost no reason behind it, almost.

“Drink” he states as you look bewilderedly back at him.

“Drink, and I will tell you my name” he says deeply, gesturing to the drink he poured you. You take the champagne flute by the stem and take a small sip from the top as his eyes rake unbashfully down your body.

“Your used to getting your way, aren’t you?” You ask with a playful tone as you cross your legs under the table.

“You might say that, you may also say that I take what I want, when I want it” he replies, taking a sip of his own drink. You take another sip, rolling your eyes at him before you place your glass down on the table. You feel a hand placed on your knee as he slides closer to you, your legs almost touching as he approaches you, you immediately stiffen under his touch.

“You still haven’t told me your name” you say, looking for any chance to back away from him

“Now that would be telling sweet thing. Maybe, if you’d agree to have dinner with me this evening I’ll tell you my name” he states, stroking his hand softly down your cheek, leaning in to kiss you. Immediately your hand snaps up and slaps his away, earning a angered look from him.

“Absolutely not, get off me!” You say in a loud tone, still quieter than the music but loud enough to cause a rumble from the bodyguards standing outside of the curtained booth.

“I apologise if I over stepped my bounds, but you can hardly blame me” he says as he pulls you back towards him, wrapping his arm around your front, grabbing you by your waist. You push your hands against his chest straining to get away from him as he places a harsh kiss on your lips, holding you tightly to him. Immediately you slap him on the cheek, causing a blush to form on his perfect pale skin. Taken by surprise he releases you from his grip, a villainous smile spread across his thin lips as he looks up at you storming through the curtains.

You rush upstairs, grab your things and wave for a black cab outside, jumping in and telling the driver your address before setting off.

Watching you leave Loki walks collectedly from the booth, followed by his bodyguards who grab David and throw him into a near by store room. The bodyguards throw him to the ground below Loki’s feet as the door closes behind them.

“If you treasure your other hand, you will tell me where she lives” he states standing confidently in front of David who is cowering on his knees clutching his now bandaged hand.

“Wh-who?” He stutters back, his eyes facing down towards the ground.

“‘Wh-who?’ I didn’t realise you were related to a fucking owl David. Y/N, where does she live?” He taunts before returning swiftly to his earlier question, Loki’s hands tucked intimidatingly into his suits pockets.

“I..if you have a pen I’ll write it down for you” David replies as one of the bodyguards hands him a pen and a napkin to write the address on. David’s hands shaking as he writes, the blood staining the white of the napkin the second the ink hits the fabric.

“Fabulous” Loki says cheerfully as David hands the napkin and pen back to his protection, David’s eyes immediately looking hopeful at how pleased Loki seems.

“Thank you David, you have succeeded in saving your hands. Now, if you’d just break his legs we’ll be on our way” Loki states to his bodyguards as he goes to walk out of the store room, out of the club and back into his Jaguar.

“What?! No! Sir, please” David shouts into the void as Loki’s bodyguards hold David down, Loki leaves the club with the faint sound of snapping followed by a muffled scream making a smirk spread across Loki’s lips.

You had almost reached home, visibly shaken by your encounter and furiously angry at David for putting you in that situation. You looked for him before you left but he was nowhere to be found, you fully intended to let him know just how angry you were tomorrow night at the next show.

A few minutes into your journey the driver had received a call through his headset, you could barely hear the conversation but after your traumatic experience you didn’t care to pry into the private life of your driver. It was only when he turned an unfamiliar corner and pulled down into a private underground parking lot that you realised something was wrong, rapidly pulling you from your thoughts.

“Sorry, where are we? This isn’t where I live” you say, clutching your bag in your hands, your knuckles almost turning white from your grip.

“Where the fuck are we?” You shout before hearing the car door swing open.

“Oh my god, no!” You scream as you are forcibly dragged from the back seat by the bodyguards you had met earlier. That’s when everything goes black, your ears ringing as you feel yourself fall to the ground, your knees hitting against the hard concrete as your vision blurs and you loose consciousness.

You wake up on a bed in a dark room, the green silk sheets on the four poster are soft under your touch as you fully come around. You quickly snap back to real life, trying to unlock every door to no fruition. Turning back to the bed you see a box with your name on it, inside the box lies a long beaded black dress with a note placed inside. ‘Wear this and join me for dinner ~ L’ the note reads, you have an obvious idea of who has brought you here but you ponder over the ‘L’ for a moment. That must be his initial, or maybe he’s wishing you love? At this point who knows, the man is crazy enough to kidnap you, it’s anyone’s guess of what else he’s capable of.

You pull the dress from the box, in no position to question the demands of your captor so you decide to comply. It’s only when you read the label that a confusing blush spreads over your cheeks. Chanel, where did he get a five thousand pound Chanel dress in your size in the middle of the night from? The tags are still attached and it’s absolutely brand new, that is until you eagerly rip the tags off and change quickly into the dress, eyeing your curves in the mirror as the previously locked door opens.

The bodyguard usurers you into the dining room, the floor and walls covered in dark wood, a large chandelier hanging from the ceiling. Your heels tap against the floor as you make your way over to the table, fighting the bodyguard slightly as he pushes you down into your seat at a candle lit table next to a floor to ceiling window that looks over the London sky line. In front of you, sipping red wine sits the black haired god from earlier, his tie that was so elegantly hung around his neck previously, now draped over his shoulders as the buttons on his shirt sit undone, showing the top of his collarbones.

“Now, we can finally start our date” he says poring you a glass of wine.

“I hope your journey was not too tedious” he says, an amused tone in his voice as he places the bottle of wine back onto the table.

“You can’t be serious? You are literally holding me hostage” you reply, crossing your arms and slouching in your chair as you watch his jaw tighten.

“Fine, you can at least tell me your name now, although I didn’t come willingly I am here, and you promised me your name” you continue as you lift the glass of wine and take a large gulp.

“Loki, Loki Laufeyson. Are you scared pet? You must have heard of me or at least my reputation” he replies, his name striking fear in you. No matter how much you may have suspected that he was the violent and vicious owner of the club, and most of London for that matter, now faced with the truth head on; you were terrified.

“Oh my little pet, you are scared. You have no idea how it affects me so to see you tremble” he says as his hands come together, one massaging the other looking although he is trying to restrain himself just as the food arrives at the table.

It is laid out perfectly, carved carrots into little flowers surrounding a delicious looking salmon dish. You were admittedly starving, you could never eat before performing due to nervousness, no matter how many times you performed so now a few hours on, you were ravenous.

He tries to make polite chit chat over dinner, as much as someone that has kidnapped you can, much to his dismay you continue to sass him and talk back, never bending to his will. He had once again slowly crept closer to you as the evening went on, it was well past midnight by the time you’d finished dinner and he was now so close that you were essentially in his lap, despite your constant refusal of his affections.

“I’m tired, I’d like to go home now Loki, please” you ask as his hand grazes your thigh through the slit in your dress.

“I’m afraid that will not be possible, love. You’ll be staying with me from now on” he replies, at this point you are almost too tired to argue.

“Loki, please, I just want to go home!” You say in a loudness slightly above your average tone, making Loki squeeze your inner thigh causing you to jump and hiss in pain. Just as you go to fight back Loki gestures to one of his men. You feel a sharp pain in your neck before your speech begins to slur and your eyes close.

Although you are once again on the brink of unconsciousness, you feel Loki lift you, carrying you in his arms into the bedroom you were in before. You felt him place you on what you assumed was the bed as you sense the familiar feeling of the silk sheets upon your skin before falling into a deep medicated sleep.

You are awakened by light hitting your face, you assume it must be coming from a window but when you look around, there is not a window in sight. You sit up in bed realising that your clothes have been changed while you slept, now wearing a silk night dress. Alone in the room you feel yourself about to cry as you realise that your ankles are chained to one of the posts of the bed, the sound of the door opening snaps you from your thoughts.

“Good morning darling” Loki says as he walks into the room dressed in a different but still elegant suit. He places a tray full of food in front of you, pancakes with maple syrup and a freshly squeezed glass of orange juice placed on top of the golden tray. He sits beside you with his legs draped over the side of the bed as he begins to cut your food into pieces, bringing a fork filled with food to your lips encouraging you to eat.

“You will not lift a finger while you are here, everything will be done for you. Only the best for my pretty pet” he says as he places a kiss onto your cheek while you chew your mouthful of food. Once you have finished he lifts the glass of orange juice to your lips, you drink the cool liquid quickly, wrapping your hand around his for stability. Your grip on his hand making his chest tighten and his breath hitch, the feeling of your soft skin on his calloused hands fanning the flames of his need for you.

“Wh.. when can I leave?” You ask much more cautiously now, you’ve tested the restraints, unless he lets you go; there’s no escape.

“Oh sweet thing, one day soon you will not want to leave, if anything you will beg for me to keep you here” he says as he strokes the hair from your face, placing it behind your ear.

“Please.. I just want to go home” you say as your eyes fill with tears, looking up at him in desperation. Without warning he slaps you in the face, his expression flat and unfeeling.

“I didn’t want to do that, but you pushed me to it, darling. Now, I have business to attend to, I will join you again tonight” with that he stands and takes the food from you, kissing you on the lips before he leaves.

Left alone again you try and break the chains that bind your ankles but it is of no use, you are well and truly trapped. Just as the night before he brings you for dinner with him, every night he pushes your boundaries a little further, determined to break you. He is equal parts caring and cruel, lovingly looking after you for a while before switching to almost an entirely different personality, hitting you and breaking your spirit.

You must have lived in his house for at least a month by now, every day the same, every day you comply with him slightly more. You had almost grown used to it, comfortable with his treatment of you. Yes he had touched you, but he’d never gone further than touching, he was certain that you’d beg for him before long. But as time rolled on it was growing more evident every day that you were determined to never give in and his patience was growing thin. He had encouraged you to call him master or occasional daddy, but much to his dismay you only used these titles when he hurt you.

Sitting in your room reading as always you hear the front door slam, the noise sounding loud enough to have ripped it from its hinges. The sound of Loki’s feet hitting against the wooden floor approaching your door as the key unlocks it, Loki storms in and throws you back further on to the bed, slapping you on the ass hard as he throws you down.

“Loki!” You scream his name as he places his hand around your throat choking you.

“I’ve had a particularly difficult day, Pet. And I have grown tired of your games, you will submit to me. Now.” He growls as he rips the fabric that covers your body in half, tearing it off of you as you fight in protest.

Pinning your legs open, placing one of his knees on yours he holds you down as he uses his free hand to undo his belt. Pulling the belt from his trousers he wraps it around your neck, pulling it tight around your throat and holding it in his now free’d hand. You continue to struggle as he pulls his length from his trousers, pushing himself inside of your tight entrance. As you gasp for air he releases the belt around your throat slightly, pressing his body further into yours. He trails kisses and bites down your neck and chest, sucking your nipple into his mouth drawing a moan from you.

His other hand presses into your hip, rocking himself vigorously in and out of you as your wetness begins to grow. As his pace quickens you stop fighting back, now wrapping your arms around his still clothed back. You know you should hate him and protest, but as he starts rubbing circles into your clit you feel the first flutters of your growing orgasm. Every movement pulling more pleasure from you, feeling as if he was hitting spots deep within you that you never even knew you had. Just as your orgasm approaches his pace slows, your wanton moans fill the room as you slip your hands over his chest, pulling his suit jacket off.

Once removed, you begin undoing his tie and then the buttons of his shirt, as quickly as your hands would let you. Pushing his shirt over his shoulders his chest is bare to you for the first time, his toned body pressed against you. Something you didn’t expect was the large tattoo covering his chest, the symbols appearing to be something ancient and Nordic. You only have a few seconds to take in the unique pattern before he pulls out of you and forces you to the ground, releasing your ankles from their constraints.

Placing you on your knees, your back is pressed against the end of the bed. Loki stands in front of you now completely naked, grabbing a fist full of your hair and pulling you closer to him as the belt from around your neck is discarded to the floor.

“Open your mouth little one” he says as he glides his thumb across your lips, pushing it into your mouth making you suck on his thumb for a second. Removing it from your mouth he glides the wetness over his tip as he moans quietly at the feeling.

“My cock isn’t going to suck itself, little one” he says as he pulls your mouth up to meet his tip. You open your mouth eagerly to please him, an action that is as much of a surprise to him as it is to you.

You begin by placing kitten licks to the top of his length before sliding him softly into your mouth. You place your hands on his shaft and begin pumping in unison with your mouth. The thought runs through your head that you could bite him and try to escape, but almost as if he reads your mind he grabs ahold of your jaw, pulling it open even wider to push himself deeper.

Your head hitting the back of the bed he begins to thrust into your mouth, pushing your hands off his length. He wraps his hand around your throat just below your jaw as his cock hits the back of your throat causing you to gag. The noises you make causing Loki to moan out loudly. The sight of you on your knees for him, finally, pushing him closer to his climax, but still he wants more, he wants you to submit completely to him.

His pace quickens on your throat making your eyes fill with water as his length travels as far down as you can take him.

“Norns, you love this, don’t you little one?” He asks, you try to nod but he holds your head still as his moans turn into grunts, His head falling back, his inky black hair hitting his shoulders. With one last thrust he cums within your mouth, the hot liquid trickling down your throat, drinking as much of him in as you can. Riding out his high, you continue to suck him lightly until every drop of cum has been cleaned from him. His length is still impeccably hard and you can tell that he is far from done with you as he lifts you from the floor, pushing you back onto the bed.

“Spread your legs” he demands, as you lie in front of him unmoving.

“Don’t make me ask twice kitten” he continues, you quickly spread your legs to him, a groan releasing from his mouth as he takes in the sight of your glistening folds. He places a quick slap onto your clit for being so disobedient before kissing down your thighs. His fingers spread you wide for him, licking a stripe from your entrance to your clit, groaning at the taste of you. Your hands carefully run through his hair, scared you’ll earn yourself a punishment if you touch him in the wrong way.

He slides his tongue into your entrance, swirling around in the pool of moisture that has rapidly grown between your legs. Your moans filling the air as he slides a finger inside you, licking back up to your clit as he sucks on it lightly. His long fingers brushing against your velvet walls, you almost scream as he slides a second and then third inside you. Your walls fluttering around his fingers as your climax washes over you, his unrelenting pace drawing out your climax for what feels like forever before he slips them out of you.

His form towering over you, wordlessly he slams his cock back inside you, the same relentless pace he gave your throat now resumed inside your heat. Grasping one of your legs he throws it over his shoulder, plunging deeply inside you until he bottoms out, brushing against your cervix. You scream out and run your nails down his chest, marking his pristine ivory skin with red lines as he fucks you. Just as you feel your second climax building he slows, drawing out the moment, burning the image of you pinned below him into his mind. The slowed pace almost unbearable, desperate for more you finally give in and grant him his wish.

“P..please… more, please.. daddy” you whine out, finally using the title he had asked you to. The second the words leave your mouth his lips are on yours and once again he resumes his inhuman pace on your heat. Animalistic grunts leave his throat as his climax builds, pulling your other leg and placing it over his shoulder. Your knees pushed almost to the sides of your face he kisses you feverishly, biting and sucking on your lips as his tongue slips into your mouth. His hand grabs your wrists and pins them above your head, drilling you down further into the mattress. Your moans of pleasure fill the room, you are certain that he’s fucking you at this inhuman pace just to hear the sounds that escape your throat.

Loki feels himself close to cumming, going to pull himself out of you to coat your stomach in his liquid.

“No, please breed me daddy. P..please fill me up” you groan out, pushing your hips down further to meet his, he flashes his villainous smile at you before he bends down, biting into the skin on your neck as he cums.

His cock pushed deep inside you, you feel his cum coating your velvet walls, the liquid spilling out of you staining the silk sheets beneath you. His hand darts to your clit, spreading the new wetness over your sensitive nub. Rubbing circles into your bundle of nerves it only takes a few seconds for you to climax with him, milking the last of his cum from his cock as your walls tense around him.

As soon as he removes himself from you, you are reminded of where you are and who your with. The horrifying reality setting in pulling you rapidly from your post coital bliss. Loki disappears from the bed, walking into the bathroom connected to your room. Alone on the bed again you pull the sheets up around you, your knees to your chest nervously waiting for him to return.

Walking back into the room he kisses you softly, pulling the sheets down passed your legs. He brings a moistened towel to your heat, cleaning you up carefully, you flinch at the contact expecting him to turn and hurt you at any given moment. Once you are all clean he places the cloth back into the bathroom and joins you in bed, pulling you into his lap.

“My perfect girl, you’ve been so good for me” he says as he strokes your hair, playfully kissing your lips and then down your neck making you giggle. You relax into him, constantly waiting for the penny to drop and for him to hurt you, but to your surprise the pain never comes.

“This is for you sweet thing” he says as he pulls a velvet box from the locked side table. Inside gently placed on a cushion is a thin golden collar with green details etched into it. He clips it around your neck and kisses all over your throat.

“You will wear this always. You are mine, my property and everyone will know” he says, slipping a finger under under the collar, pulling you up by it to kiss him.

During the night you cuddled with him constantly, you knew that it wasn’t right to feel so attached to him. He had kidnapped you and he wouldn’t be letting you go any time soon. But you felt absolutely infatuated with him, at this stage if he tried to let you go you would have screamed the house down. You belonged to him and you desperately wanted to please him.

“I love you pet” he whispered to you through the night, constantly telling you how beautiful you were and admitting his feelings for you over and over.

Over the next few weeks he trained you until you were exactly as he wanted you. Whenever he had visitors you would sit on your knees on the floor next to him, occasionally nuzzling your head into his thigh for attention. Every night he would make you tend to his every sexual whim, fucking you until you couldn’t think straight.

You know it’s wrong, you really do, but your too far gone to care. You love him.

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Summary: Prince Loki of Asgard is in need of a date to take back home. That’s where you come in with a task of your own to make the whole trip with an insufferable prince worth it. Too bad that things don’t always go as planned and you end up giving more than you can take. Fake-Dating AU.

Part 1

Part 2 

Part 3

Part 4 

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7 

Part 8 

Part 9

Part 10 

Part 11

Part 12 

Part 13

Part 14 

Part 15

Part 16

Part 17

Part 18 

Part 19

Part 20 

Part 21

Part 22 

Part 23

*the training

Part 24 

Part 25

Part 26

Part 27

Part 28 

Part 29

*crossed wires

Part 30 

Part 31

Part 32 

Part 33

*last call

Part 34 

Part 35

Epilogue

Where’s my Loki at when I need him??🥺🥺 I need him to provide me comfort at this trying time of the month. 😓🍫🩸🥺

The Asgardian Way

Loki x Reader

Summary: you get your period on the most unfortunate time- on date night with Loki. Embarrassed as you are of the topic from past experiences with boyfriends, Loki shows you that unlike mortal men- Asgardians view this time of the month for women in a much better way.

Word count: 1,849

Warnings: period talk, fluff, shade on Christianity, some shade on human men, Loki being the ideal boyfriend we all deserve.

A/N: this was requested by @the-departed-potato and while I do not take requests I just really had to do this one because this was like just perfect for me specifically to do. Sorry it took so long! Sorry if this sucks!😅 I also truly had to hold myself back from giving even more shade on Christians of old times because damn I could write a whole essay about those people and how they spread misinformation that changed real history to fake mainly bc of witchcraft. This is not beta read so all mistakes are by yours truly!

No one is allowed to repost my writing or steal or copy my work! Reblog on tumblr is fine.

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It's been going on for months now, the shameless flirting, the gentleman behaviour, and the devious looks he sent your way that completely contradicted his actions and left you a blushing mess even when he only opened the door for you- then he would wink at you.

It wasn't until one night that you gathered up courage to ask him out.

You were staying late at the Avengers Tower, you wanted to finish working on the new gadget you had built with Tony at the lab so he sent you to bring the two of you some coffee- he knew it was useless to tell you to go home and sleep- last time he tried to do it you called him a hypocrite and conditioned one of his suits to blast him if he gets close to you. You found it hilarious. He made sure to update the security of his code.

You went to the kitchen when you happened to overhear a conversation of two gods.

"Why have you not taken her on a date yet, brother?"

"I wish to court her properly, she deserves to be treated like a lady." You heard Loki respond to his brother. You leaned on the wall, trying not to get hopeful and to get the butterflies to calm down.

"Y/N is a fine lady, however, I heard from Stark that midgardian women might mistake courting like ours as mere jest." You smiled a bit at the scoff they both let out.

"Mortals continue to baffle me." Came Loki's comment, before Thor continued- not letting the subject go.

"Ask her on a date, I'm sure she will appreciate it." He encouraged his brother who wasn't as sure.

"I think, brother, that she is different- she will appreciate the old delicate arts of courting." He was not wrong- you were always old fashioned. But now at his admission, you stepped out of the shadows and into their view.

"While I do appreciate the courting, I'd love it if you would ask me out." Loki turned around at the sound of your voice.

"How long have you been standing there, darling?" he fidgeted with his hair.

"Long enough," you stepped down the stairs to stand in front of him. "What do you say about this Friday night at six? There is an art exhibit at the museum, I think you'll like calling out all the inaccuracies."

"Yeah, I'd like that." He gave you a small shy smile, and you completely forgot about Thor who stood on the side, watching it all unfold.

"This is great," he said. "You two are finally going on that date, see brother I told you-"

Thor stopped when he looked at Loki who sent him daggers at ruining the moment. You only chuckled.

"I have to go get Tony and I some drinks, so I guess I will see you then." You were about to turn around to head towards the kitchen when Loki took your hand in his, making you turn around, then he kissed the back of your hand lightly, bowing with a small smile at the blush on your cheeks.

"I look forward to it."

It took you a couple of second to function after he did that, mumbling a quiet goodbye you turned around and refused to look back at the smirking god.

•

You have gone with the god for a couple of dates now and then, sometimes you didn't see him for a whole week because of meetings in Asgard and while you were sad that you didn't get to see him-you were glad he was gone on that exact week every time.

You have been seeing him for about 2-3 months now and it was great- up until your period decided to come early. Right on your scheduled date.

You were nervously pacing your apartment thinking how to tell Loki that you can't go out with him tonight. You didn't want him to see you like this- he is a god, and you- you are a mortal woman who was having trouble getting out of bed because your body decided to punish you for not being pregnant this month.

Your body was so sexist.

Suddenly, a knock on the door.

Groaning, you got out of bed and headed for the door, checking who was there you were puzzled when you saw Loki there, dressed to the nines. Surely you didn't waste so much time, he must be early.

"Dear, are you okay there?" he called you.

"Yes, I'm fine- just a moment!" you tried to make yourself look presentable in a rush just so you could open the door to the dashing prince who was awaiting you.

You opened the door with a smile, which he returned.

You were used to acting like you were okay while your cramps were killing you from the inside but it seems like the god of lies could not be so easily fooled.

"Hi Loki, I was not expecting you this early." You laughed courtly, "And I was actually meaning to call- I'm not feeling so well today, I'm afraid I have to postpone our date tonight."

Loki walked into your apartment, kissing you on the cheek before pulling back to study you.

"I wanted to see you sooner, so here I am. But now that I am here- well tell me what is wrong, dearest?" he frowned when he saw you slightly clench your fists.

"Oh, I'm just not feeling well, I won't be good company and I won't be able to enjoy a lovely night with you I'm afraid."

"I'm a healer my love; you always seem to forget my magic," he smirked slightly causing you to laugh- which was not good right now for you.

"I remember your magic powers very well when you prank me." You countered. "But no, this is not something you need to worry about."

He reached out and took your hand with a small laugh. The door locked itself with a wave of his hand as he took you to the couch.

"I'm afraid you will have to do better than that to fool the god of lies." He took both of your hands in his and you were sure he could see your embarrassment with the way he was gazing into your eyes, "Now tell me, what is wrong?"

"You really don't need to- it's kind of embarrassing-" you started to mumble, lowering your head.

"I'm still here, aren't I? What kind of man will I be if I am not taking care of those I care about?"

You pulled your hands away from him, embarrassed as you mumbled something he couldn't quite put together.

"What was that?"

"I'm on my period." You closed your eyes- not wanting to see his disgusted look. "See, so you don't need to be here, I can take care of it myself and we can reschedule our date to a week from now."

It was not a problem to you- you knew the drill- but having to explain it to a clueless god felt humiliating to say the least.

"Is that all? Why didn't you tell me sooner?" You opened your eyes to a puzzled god.

"Because it would make you uncomfortable," you replied, suspicious of his reaction.

"Why on Odin's beard would it make me uncomfortable?" He frowned at you and looked you over. He started peppering kisses on your hands.

"Because it is my period?" You knew he is a god, but maybe asgardians women didn't get that. "Here on earth, men tend to be disgusted by it, they don't like to get involved in it or talk about it."

He huffed out in surprised anger- that you did not expect. The god in front of you did not know how human males could be so awful.

"Well that is preposterous! Women are to be worshipped at those times!" you stared at him-he had always treated you differently, unlike anything you have seen on earth before. You knew Asgardian ways of manners were much old fashioned and yet so different all the same.

"Then tell me, how do asgardians see it?" you leaned on the back of the couch, facing Loki and pulling a blanket over you. You liked how safe he made you feel, but this still felt weird to you- you were not sure how to react- to what extent it goes. So, curiosity got the better of you, "because if I'm being honest, this is kind of embarrassing."

Loki sent you a smile with a twinkle in his eye.

"Darling there is nothing to be embarrassed of! You are naturally as powerful as a thunder storm, a tornado- lightning cowards before you and your power!" he was going to make sure you understand it, he had never been so baffled by humans before. "You hold the ability of life- eternal life- in every drop of blood that falls from you- from the most powerful being in all the realms. For a couple of days each month- you are being shown your true power even through your suffering- and in that time you, my dear, are more powerful than a god. You should be nothing but worshipped. That is what the gods of Asgard know it to be true."

"Do they really all think that?" you felt a sharp pain suddenly and Loki came closer to you, put his usually cold hand on your stomach and you felt comforting warmness ease your ache.

"They know it. The people of midgard knew it too at some point, but then some people who thought themselves gods- I think they called themselves Christians- decided that the bleeding was a show of witchcraft and called it a sin and spread many lies about it, which now I see are still believed to this day. You see, they were quite stupid." You laughed at the disgusted look he gave you, which in turn made him smile. "You know, I probably shouldn't tell you this but…"

"You never obey such rules." You laughed and put your hand over his one that was comforting you on your stomach.

"In one of Thor's travels he bathed in a river filled with the menstrual blood of the powerful Giantesses. That was to give him enlightenment and eternal life."

"Ew, did he actually do it?" you scrunched your nose and Loki kissed it.

"That is not disgusting- that was powerful and very well respected. When he came back, he was the smartest I have ever seen him."

"I hope he took a good bath after it…" you chuckled and smiled at him, "Thank you for this, the Asgardian way of thinking is way better than that of earth."

"Now, dear, while I do have a preferred way to help take away the pain-" you blushed under his gaze. "Tell me, what is it that you desire? Tell me, so I can worship you as I should."

You kissed him then and you knew right then when he kissed you back that the Asgardian men are way better.

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Based on this request...this one hurts, be prepared!

--this started as a one shot and grew to a mini-series, I blame peer pressure lol so i put a masterlist together to make them easier to find. thank you guys so so much for all the comments, reblogs, and support you guys give me!!!! I can't tell you how much it means to me!!!! Love you guys!!!!!! 💚💚💚

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Warnings: mentions of accident, mentions of blood, memory loss, malnutrition, dehydration, major depression, death ideation, crying, heartbreak, guilt, anger, isolation, mentions of trauma, mentions of illness, minor smut (nothing graphic) mind manipulation, hospitalization, mentions of iv's, recovery, literally all the angst, this one hurts, please read the warnings, angst with happy ending.

Summary: you and Loki had been together almost a year, you had never been happier as he asked you to move in with him. It all falls apart when you go on a mission and a freak accident causes Loki to lose his memory of you and what you had. You try to cope as you watch the love of your life not know who you are.........

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Y/n, handing Natasha a piece of paper: I finished some of the extra work you asked me to do.

Natasha: You’re a life-saver, y/n. I’m going to be away for the next couple of days…could you finish the other reports too?

Y/n, already struggling to keep up with all your other work: *plasters on a smile* Sure thing.

Loki, sitting at the back of the room: *slowly turns to look at you*

Steve: Would you mind also looking after those shipments coming in today?

Y/n, taking a deep breath: *smiles wider* No problem.

Loki: *suddenly stands up and walks over to you*

Loki, introducing himself: *takes your hand* I’m Loki, it’s a pleasure to meet you.

Y/n: *shakes his hand* It’s nice to finally meet you, too.

Loki: …how are you?

Y/n, silently breaking: *smiles* I’m fine-

Loki: *smiles back* No, you’re not.

Loki: *glares at the other Avengers* Are you all BLIND?

Bruce: What are you talking about?

Loki: You dare call yourselves heroes? Does she look FINE to you?

Clint: *stares at you* …yes? I mean, she’s smiling. But then again, she’s always smiling.

Tony: It’s true, I’ve never met someone so disgustingly cheery.

Bruce: Considering everything she does around here, I have no idea how she can stay so damn happy.

Natasha: *waves around the report you gave her* She’s been helping me with my extra work.

Tony: Brings me coffee whenever I ask.

Thor, yelling from the kitchen: And snacks!

Steve: And whenever a mission goes poorly, she’s there to keep us going.

Loki: *blinks away tears* Well then, seeing as no one else seems to CARE about your well being…

Loki: *grips your hand and takes you out of the room*

Y/n: *running to keep up* Where are we going?

Loki: Anywhere you desire, as long as it’s far away from here.

Y/n: But the reports, all the work I have to-

Loki: You’ve done enough for them…it’s time you were treated with the respect you deserve.

Y/n: *starts to smile again*

Loki: It’s time someone did something for you for a change.

Loki: …and that someone is going to be ME.

By The Norns (Part One - Soulmate!Loki)

Pairing: Loki x Reader, Soulmates AU

Word count: 2.1k

Warnings: Nobody was harmed in any way in the making of this story… but there was some arson.

Summary: She wasn’t a goddess. She wasn’t even an elf or a dwarf. She was a mortal, a Midgardian, a human. To Odin, she was a curse. To Loki, she was a second chance.

Notes: Don’t worry. Despite what the chapter and the description may make you think anyone whose read my stories before will know I am not a fan of soulmate aus that take away the character’s choice. This chapter is set up. Stick with me on this. I promise. Posted in honor of @muna1412​ being very excited at the prospect of another soulmate au.

This is not related to Loyalty in any way… I just have an unhealthy obsession with Soulmate aus. 

Fate was a funny, fickle thing. Loki knew that much. After all, he’d met her. 

Them, to be more precise. The Norns.

Urdr, Skuld, and Verdandi were their names: Past, Present, and Future, as they should be known.

It was they who watered the tree, and they who grew its leaves. The task fell to the Norns to write, shape, create, and control the fate of every being under the branches of Yggdrasil. 

A poor, dwarven craftsman working on the surface of Nidavellir, a beautiful, golden elf living on a hill in Alfheim, a meager, puny human scurrying around the surface of Midgard. It was they who made the dwarf rich, who killed the elf in his sleep, who let the human sow the land. They did not exchange the gold; they did not wield the dagger; they did not draw the plow. But it was by their hand, by their grace and mercy, that the worlds turned, that life waxed and waned, that the Realms drew breath. 

Every birth was through their will. Every death was by their hand, and everything in between was because they decided it would be so.

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I once read a fanfic of loki who came out of a tv screen during one of the MCU movies. Does anyone know which one it is???

Loki - Please

Warnings: Torture (not graphic), angst

Word count: 2110

Other: You are Loki's wife of many centuries. Inspired by a picture I found on Pinterest.

"Please! Take me, not her! Please, I beg you! She won't survive!" Loki rammed his whole body to the wall with pure desperation as the guards hauled you away yet again. It was the third time this week, and it was really taking a toll on you as well as Loki. It killed him on the inside to hear your screams but not be able to help you. There was also another reason he prayed that they would stop. You were pregnant, and even if it didn't show yet, the blood loss and shock might cause a miscarriage.

Loki had tried everything to make the guards take him instead of you. He had tried insulting and bribery and threatening and pleading but none worked. Every time he asked why they did this, they gave the same answer.

"King's orders." The same man that he had once called father was now torturing his wife. Anger and desperation fought inside Loki, but he couldn't do anything, he could just listen to your screams and pleas.

After what felt like forever, Loki had dislocated his shoulder trying to break out, and you were brought back. The guards had to half carry you, you were so weak that you could barely stand. They shoved you inside the cell next to Loki's and left the dungeons after glancing at Loki, who was holding his bloody and wrung shoulder. You had sunken down next to the wall that was closest to Loki, and he hurried to you and sunk down to see you. Your cheeks were covered in tears but you were breathing steadily.

"My dearest?" Loki called you, and you lifted your head tiredly to look at him. As he met your gaze and noticed the shiver you did every time you had to move, his own tears got free. He placed his hand on the wall, and you placed yours opposite of his. This was the closest you got to a touch, as it seemed that Odin enjoyed torturing the two of you, locking you up next to each other but not being able to physically touch.

"Don't cry, love. We will get through this." You promised him in a quiet voice, and a shiver ran down Loki's back as he realized how weak it was.

"I'll get you out of here. I promise." He whispered to you.

"I don't care who I have to beg from, I will get you out." He promised and meant every word. He hoped that his brother would help him, even after the attack on New York.

At that moment, the doors opened and Thor walked in with a young healer woman and gestured quietly at your cell. Loki tensed but relaxed soon as he saw the woman signed to you and you answered weakly and then she started to tend to your wounds. The healer, Anastasia, had been born deaf but you had always fought for her right to get to act as a hearer and after years of persistent work from both her and you, she became one of the best ones, much to Odin's dismay.

"Brother," Thor spoke to Loki, who slowly moved his gaze from you to the taller man.

"We need to get her out of here." Thor's words caught Loki by surprise as he was ready to beg him to smuggle you out.

"Why would you help her? You are the one that brought her here, remember?" Loki was suspicious, and Thor's eyes got a sad twinge.

"Trust me, I would have never brought her here if I had known that this is the treatment she would receive. And I can't let my niece or nephew die." Loki's head shot up to see the gentle look in his brother's eyes.

"Yes, I know about her pregnancy. We have to get her out of here soon. Tomorrow night, be ready to run. Get as much rest as you can. I will assign so many guards to the north border so they don't have the resources to torture her again." Loki shivered at the casual tone Thor was using but didn't say anything.

- - - -

The whole day went by in a flash, and soon it was night and Thor sneaked down after giving the other prisoners some sleeping draught so they wouldn't be able to tell who did this. You were still weak from the weeks of malnourishment and torture, and you could barely stand up so Thor had to help you out of the cell. He opened Loki's who stepped forward and gently cupped your face. Even in your weakened state, you were just as beautiful as the day he had met you.

"My dearest." He pressed a gentle kiss to your lips and you caressed his cheek with your hand. You couldn't get words out as you were too happy to finally be with him again.

Your happiness was short lived as Loki gently pushed you back into Thor's chest after one last kiss and he kicked the wall to activate the door again.

"Loki! What are you doing?" Thor questioned, but Loki just shook his head and gestured to the door with a hasty wave.

"Take her and go. It will be easier for you to get out if it's just the two of you." Thor seemed to hesitate and you leaned into the wall that yet again separated the two of you.

"Love." You begged, but Loki took a step back even if he felt like his heart was torn into shreds.

"Go!" He commanded Thor, who gently picked you up and carried you away while you tried your best to get back to your husband, crying for Thor to let you go.

Thor sprinted across the city, hiding in the shadows of the palace and he carried you to the Bifrost. It was clear that Heimdall had been waiting for you, because as soon as the two of you arrived at the bridge, he and Thor exchanged a few, quick words before Heimdall sent you away. That was the moment you blacked out and Thor felt his heart jump as he hoped it was not too late for you or the baby.

The Avengers living in the tower were surprised, to say the least, as Thor turned up to their doorstep with an unconscious woman on his arms, almost frantic that she needed to be saved. He refused to answer any questions.

"I'll answer your questions after you have helped her." Was all he said until she was wheeled off on a gurney. Bruce had started to work on her with other doctors, and the other's were looking at Thor expectingly as he paced back and forth in the waiting room.

"Ah, yes. Answers. I think I promised those." Thor muttered and turned to the team.

"What do you want to know?" He asked, fearing that they would refuse to have you there as soon as they heard who you were. And yet, the first question was the one he feared the most and it came from Tony.

"Who is she, Thor?" Before answering, Thor took a deep breath and hoped that they would understand and listen to everything he had to say.

"She is Loki's wife. Before you say anything, I just want you to know that she was tortured multiple times a week and I just couldn't watch her or my brother to suffer any longer. And I could't let my nephew or niece to die." There was a silence that was broken by Steve.

"I think you did the right thing." This earned him a few glances that read that "are you out of your mind?!" but he ignored them. He turned to them.

"Even if the child is Loki's, the baby is still innocent and I believe she is too. We can't turn them away now. What kind of heroes would we be then?" The team shared a glance and that was all it took. No words needed. You would stay there.

- - - -

It had been almost a year since you had gotten back, and even if the scars on your body never disappeared, you healed and got your strength back relatively fast to give birth to a healthy baby girl. She had your eyes but Loki's black hair and magic. The whole team soon got over the fact that you were Loki's wife, and Clint often joked about how did Loki get so patient and kind wife and a well-behaved kid. Popetina (your daughter) did still have a little bit of mischief in her blood.

"What did you expect, she is Loki's daughter after all?" Natasha, who you had gotten close to and who had been named Popetina's godmother had asked Tony when he had found all of his suits colored bright green and gold.

You loved your new home and your daughter, but you still missed Loki. Every. Single. Day. Nat tried helping you to get your mind off of it and it worked for a while but he never truly left your mind. Thor was rarely there, so you didn't have any way of knowing if he was alright or even alive. Thor had, however, managed to smuggle the photo album to you, filled with pictures of you and Loki. Popetina (your daughter) could now tell Loki out of a picture and would scream "Dada! Dada!" every time his photo was in her line of sight.

One normal day, you were putting Popetina down on her nap in your room when there was a mysterious green smoke in the living room, followed by a flash of light. There stood the brothers, and Loki was struggling to support Thor, who had a huge bleeding gash on his side.

"Hello." Loki greeted with a tone that was meant to be casual but there was a clear nervous undertone. Steve and Bucky helped Thor to the medbay when the rest of the team stayed and leered at Loki, who stood clearly nervous and bothered in the middle. Natasha sneaked off, realizing that their old squabble could wait after you had met him. She knew how much it tore you apart.

You were expecting it to be your favorite food or something like that after Natasha had dragged you to the living room for a surprise. You would have guessed what it really was as you entered the room. Your hands flew to your mouth and an audible gasp left your lips as you saw him standing in the middle of the room. All heads turned to you, and as your eyes met, your first tear ran down your cheek. You didn't know what to do. You wanted to scream and yell at him for staying behind but you also wanted to sob into his neck as he held you tight. Loki decided for the both of you as he stepped to you with a few long strides and pulled you to his chest tightly. You buried your head into the crook of his neck and sobbed, squeezing him tightly as you feared he might disappear any minute. Nat ushered everyone out so the two of you could be alone and you were thankful for that.

You lifted your head from his neck and studied his face and inhaled his scent. It was just as good as you remembered it to be and his eyes were just as green as they always were. Loki on the other hand just stared at you, not completely sure that if this was a dream. You were there and you were alright. He slid his hands to your waist and pulled you closer as he placed his lips gently on yours. The kiss was long and sweet, and you didn't want it to end as you feared he might disappear when it did. When the kiss ended and he was still there, you pulled back and grabbed his hand.

“Come. There is someone I want you to meet." Loki's pulse quickened at your words, and he couldn't speak as he saw the little girl sleeping in her bed. Wrapping his arms around you, he wished he would stay there forever. The moment was perfect. He was sure nothing could top it until he heard the one word that turned his entire world upside down. And he didn't complain one bit as he had everything he had ever wanted and more.

These are old. Please don’t judge.

Could you please write a smut scenario with Loki x fem!reader where the relationship is kept secret and you would need to be silent cause the avengers are sitting next room? <3

Your pathetic noises, Loki Laufeyson

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Pairing: Loki x fem!reader

Summary: Kitchen sex with Loki, what more can I say?

Word count: 507

Contains: smut. quicky. unprotected sex.

Notes: idk how I’m writing so many blurbs for filthy friday. Who am I??

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You’re unsure of how you ended up in this situation. Hips digging into the edge of the counter as Loki’s hips rub against your ass. His voice barely a whisper in your ear.

“You can be quiet for me, can’t you?” His words send a shiver down your spine as you push your ass back against him. You nod your head quickly. Wasting no time, he begins to undo your jeans, sliding them to your knees, quickly joined by your underwear. You lean forward, your elbows rest on the cool kitchen counter as you wiggle your ass at him.

A low groan emits from his chest as his hand comes down to grope you before he focus’ on undo his own slacks. Tugging them down just enough to free his already hard cock, he positions himself at your entrance before slowly pushing in. He rests his head on your shoulder for a moment to muffle the noise that dares to escape him.

Time is short and the rest of the team being in the other room doesn’t help. You can hear them laughing and talking about whatever show they’re watching but all you can focus on is the feeling of Loki’s cock starting to drag in and out of you so slowly. Splitting you open and already making the heat in your stomach grow.

You bury your face in your hands, trying so hard to be as quiet as possible. On the other side of the kitchen door is far too many people with enhanced senses and hearing and the last thing you need is to scar them for life.

“As much as I love your pathetic noises, you need to be quiet.” The harshness or his words and the feeling of his hot breath on your ear has you weak in the knees. You feel yourself getting closer to your end but this isn’t enough to push you over.

“Please, please speed up.” You’re sure you didn’t actually say it, barely hearing your own words but Loki did. He stands back up, his hands find purchase on your hips before he gives in to your request. The pace he sets is brutal. The tip of his cock incessantly nudges that spot inside you that sends you hurdling towards your end.

His hands clamps over your mouth as your walls flutter around him. A white heat tears through your body as you softly moan into his hand. Your orgasm send Loki head first into his. Coating your walls with his cum, his forehead rests between your shoulder blades as he comes down from his high.

Your thighs shake as your body relaxes against the counter, face pressed flat as your head rests to the side. The cold of the counter is a welcome feeling against the heat of your forehead and cheek.

Fixing your clothes, you both return to the lounge room and continue watching whatever was on the tv. Bucky leans over to you, whispering in your ear.

“You two aren’t as quiet as you think.”