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lokipokey · 2 years

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kiss me thru the phone

† kinktober day 20 — phone sex

pairing: battison!bruce wayne x f!reader

warnings: 18+ only! dubcon and age difference (between reader and a figure of power), does this count as some type of cuckolding ?? phone sex, masturbation, dirty talk, semi-public sex, hair pulling, unprotected sex, vaginal fingering, doggy style

word count: 2.4k

summary: his favor came quickly. you wear the contact lens to the lounge, the batman watches. turns out you know how to put on quite the show, and bruce has a front row seat.

note: at this speed I’ll be done with kinktober by this year’s kinktober. my sincere apologies. it’s duly noted. not to mention battison has made me his absolute whore since i watched him take the screen in theaters many weeks ago… forcing my hand and getting in between me and my several several wips……. there’s sumthing in the weeyyy mmmmmmHmmmm

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It was busier than usual in the lounge. The music was pulsing, club lights were flashing. This scene wasn’t new to you, but your heart was racing.

A man holds your gaze for too long as you pass him. “Are you sure they can’t see this thing?” you keep your voice hushed, speaking under your breath as you push through people, rubbing your eye as if it could make the gadget disappear.

“Yes.”

You scoff lightly through your budding grin at his reply after waiting several seconds to see if he had anything to add on. You knew the Batman was a man of very few words; you tested the theory constantly. Despite his conviction, you remained on edge.

You’d argue that it was hard to make you nervous, but you owed him a favor. You were quite familiar with the Batman, having worked alongside him on numerous occasions previous to this one. The two of you were similar in the ways that you operated: quiet and alone — yet you always found your way back to one another. It was weird how it worked so frictionlessly between you. Neither had to say a word and you already knew what the other was going to do. The things you could do with two yous.

His favor came quickly. He was a man you just couldn’t seem to stay away from.

You had made your way up the stairs, holding eye contact with people for much longer than you find acceptable, in search of the big dogs. You were familiar with most of them, thanks to the Penguin and the lounge. It was the reason you worked there, mixing drinks for corrupt men as they . It was almost too easy.

The closer you got to the Penguin’s whereabouts the less people there were. It was quiet in the hallway leading up to him; it put you off enough that you hadn’t even noticed that the door was closed at the end of the hallway. You approached with haste, trying the handle to find it uncharacteristically locked.

You curse under your breath.

“Put your ear up to the wall.”

“Room’s soundproof,” you shake your head, looking to the floor in search of a solution. “There is no reason this door should be locked. It’s never locked. If I could get access with a—"

“Talking to yourself is one thing, answering back is… arguably insane,” a voice from down the hallway catches you off guard, though you already know who it belongs to, “but I’ve seen you do crazier.”

You turn to face him as to not come across any weirder, collecting yourself quickly. “Yeah, you.”

You could feel the tone in the room shift as he smiled at you. You’re not surprised he’s here, but it sure made things a lot harder. He’s another extremely important figure in the city, probably on his way inside that room right now. He had gotten to you at the beginning of your time here at the lounge. You were young and naïve, and he took full advantage of that. At the time you had thought it’d get you closer into the circle, and it did, just with several strings attached. It scared you to be dancing with the devil, knowing the things he’d done, the things he’d do. A dangerous man playing a dangerous game. You kept it playful with him to keep your life, but fuck, did you want him to forget you. He always crawled back.

“Ouch, sweetheart,” he pats his chest where his heart should be, closing in on you. “Stabbing me in the front instead of going for the back,” he pauses right in front of you, your bodies nearly touching. “It’s a classy move. I like it.”

Your hands run up his front to grasp the buttoned ends of his suit coat jacket, tugging in on it as if to adjust it. It pulls him closer into your frame, because you know what they say. You love keeping your enemies close — as if they’d want to get away. “It lets me watch not only the blood pour out of your body but also the look on your face as it happens,” you cock your chin up to look up at him, your lips on the verge of his, “it makes for quite the show.”

“Mm,” Falcone yanks you into him, his grunt rumbling through your body, “don’t threaten me with a good time, princess, I’ll have you regretting it.”

“Try me, sweetheart,” your hand grazes his upper thigh and his groin on the way to his tie, tightening it a little too tight for comfort under his stare. “You only regret the chances you didn’t take.”

Falcone releases the breath he was holding in and chuckles, breaking the tension as he smooths a hand over your ass and steps back from you. “That’s what I like to hear,” you stand in the same position he left you in as his eyes take you in, backing toward the closed door. He skims his ring over the sensor and the door unlocks, “you coming?”

You follow, catching his smirk at your compliance before he turns around to open the door for the both of you. You can hear the meeting going on in the room proceeding, following Falcone in until he yanks you by the wrist into the dark open side room off the foyer.

“No, come on, let’s go—”

The Batman is quick in your ear. “Stay. It’s okay. Don’t blow your cover. I can hear from here.”

You purse your lips and comply again, looking to Falcone before he turns and pushes you up against the marble counter and bends you over it, coming face to face with your own reflection in the mirror that encompasses the wall.

You scoff at his intentions. “You’re fucking kidding me, no— we’re not doing this here—”

“Ah, you’re no fun anymore, sweetheart, come on,” Falcone’s lowered his tone, pushing your chest down flat onto the counter as you protest, his own chest pushing down onto your back. “I don’t want to hear you make a fucking sound; you hear me?”

He yanks your dress up over your ass to bunch around your waist, hand smoothing over your exposed skin once it hit the lukewarm air. The playful banter is gone, your blood running hot in your veins as you register that you nor the camera in your contact lens will be getting out of this. The silence on the other end of the line was enough to make your face hot. You swiftly flip your head to the side, cheek against the cool marble of the counter. You couldn’t get yourself to look yourself in the eye knowing your counterpart was watching.

His voice in your ear startles you even though it was only a whisper, “tell me what you want and I’ll do it.”

Your breath catches high in your throat.

Bruce watches as Falcone dips his dominant hand down to your cunt where he promptly slides his inner fingers inside. It makes Bruce clench his jaw tight.

You take several seconds to process what the Batman had said. It was probably the most words he had ever said together in a sentence since meeting you. The way it came out so rushed… so cocksure. It lit you aflame.

You answer him out loud, voice quiet and heart pounding, “you gonna make me cum?”

“You think you deserve it with that mouth, sweetheart?” Falcone answers as if the question was for him, his wet fingers tracing fat slow circles on your clit. It had you doubling over, but in your head the fingers touching you didn’t belong to him.

Bruce didn’t have to say anything for you to know his answer. His eyes haven’t left the screen in front of him. It was so unlike him to be so bold, to you especially. You had intimidated him since the moment you’d met. You were so like him, he noted, but at the same time so not. You weren’t afraid to be yourself in the world. So unapologetic and so sure of yourself. It rubbed off on him.

Your eyes meet his and his cock twitches against the confines of his pants. Your body rocks forward against the counter as Falcone inserts his cock into you.

“Ah, atta girl,” Falcone’s voice is gritty as he sinks himself all the way in.

Bruce stifles a sigh as his mind takes him to another place where he’s with you. He pulls at the crotch of his pants to adjust himself, his hand coming to rest on top of his straining erection, thinking about the last time he had felt so turned on. Last night, alone, to the thought of you. His fingers absentmindedly graze over himself, the slightest touch igniting the flames in his core. He looked back up to the screen in front of him, jaw clenching. “Touch yourself for me.”

You’re radiating heat at his words, fire licking up to your face where you would swear it was the alcohol that was making your cheeks blush hot pink. Your fingers drag down your skin as you watch your reflection. You do as he says, playing with yourself like clockwork, your jaw falling slack as you try to picture him right now, all jealous and needy, in his front row seat to the affair on the other end of the line.

Under his breath he groans out a clipped fuck, slipping a hand under his waistband as if it was an idea he had wished he had thought of earlier. He grinds his hips up into the pressure his hand provides, desperate for relief.

He watches your eyes roll to the back of your head as you touch yourself. A light gasp leaves his lips as the cool air hits his cock as he frees it from its confines. Wrapping his dominant hand around himself, his thumb grazes over the tip, body twitching at the sensitivity. Bruce inhales a sharp breath. Eyes shifting upward, he watches Falcone’s thrusts quicken, racking your body over and over again over top the counter. He had to take a breath to maintain his composure. “Keep your eyes on me.”

His voice alone could have brought you there, so rough and hot in your ear. Your overactive imagination was at play now. In your head you watched him fuck you from behind, balls deep in your sopping cunt, those hands of his tight around your wrists as he bound you like handcuffs, taking your hands into one of his as the other trails up your back to wrap a fist into your hair, yanking your face up off the counter to ensure you got a good view of the show he was putting on for you. All for you. He did it so unselfishly. He got off just watching you look at him the way you were. Like he was absolutely everything. You audibly whined at the visual.

Bruce’s lips twitched up into a ghost of a grin watching you try to contain yourself. He bites the inside of his lip, restraining himself. “You have to be quiet if you want to cum.”

“Mm,” you’re quick to reiterate, voice soft, opening your eyes to stare through his soul, “make me.”

Bruce’s whine is pornographic, hips bucking up involuntarily into his slicked hand at your retort. It catches him off guard, something deep in his core twinging like you had hit the triple seven jackpot within him.

“Don’t tempt me,” he drags out, squeezing his length, pretending it’s your pussy that’s wrapped so pretty and wet around him. “I’ll put that mouth of yours to better use.”

Who Bruce was when he was with you was something he wanted more of. It was powerful. You gave him power.

You’re quick to take your fingers from your pussy to your mouth, sinking them inside and sucking with puckered lips. His groan is so needy, so guttural — the sound is so foreign to his lips.

He releases another whine as he fucks upward into his strained fist, legs spread wide as he sits back in his chair. His head tips back, his whisper coming out choked, “don’t you know what you’re doing to me?” his pace quickens as he looks down to his blushing cock. “I can’t get enough of you.”

He yanks your body up against his, securing you into him with an arm clenched around you like a seatbelt. He uses your body as leverage to fuck himself with you. Your arms are fully extended, propping yourself up on the counter. The man in the bat suit flashed before your eyes as you looked up. You get lost in your illusion for several moments before turning your gaze to yourself, eyes blown out of proportion, dress sinched up around your waist, tits bouncing on full display. You put on quite the show.

“Come for me,” you whisper, quickly and breathlessly, eyes locked on your own as you watched yourself get split in two.

Bruce can’t stifle his grunts or gasps anymore, the strain in his jaw distinct as he tries to stop himself. But that look in your eyes as you made your request of him… he couldn’t help himself. It was that cocky fucking look on your face like you knew exactly what you do to him, because you did. Bruce was cumming, his non-dominant hand flying in to contain his load that threatened to make a mess of his surroundings.

Falcone sighs in your ear as he releases inside of you. “You never let me down, sweetheart.”

Your body still bent over the counter, your fingers hazily find the hem of your dress and slide it back down your thighs. You haven’t broken your stare with your own reflection in the mirror, lids heavy. “Thanks for the good time.”

Bruce smiles silently at your words. He stares at the quiet scene in front of him. Illuminated in the light of the screen are his hands outstretched in his lap, soaked with his cum, knees spread as wide as his sitting position allowed, with his cock laying limp in his lap against his upper thigh. The things you do to him.

“I’m not done with you yet,” the Batman’s voice is barely above a whisper, but rougher than ever. “You know where to find me.”

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lokipokey · 2 years

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easy a

† kinktober day 9 – forced orgasm

pairing: college!sub!peter parker x fem!dom!reader

warnings: 18+ only! dom/sub, f!dom/m!sub, dry humping, forced orgasm, cumming in pants, premature ejaculation, dirty talk, use of y/n

word count: 1.2k

summary: you had been reading a part of a dissertation to peter for your paired research when he had grown quiet, his occasional verbal cues of acknowledgement to your side of the conversation ceasing. you had simply continued until hearing him softly moan your name. you swore you misheard him, but once you craned your neck around to look at him, he was quite obviously lost in another world; his eyes were clouded over, and it wasn’t very hard for your gaze to be drawn down to the tent forming in his lap.

note: gifs of each peter so you can imagine whichever peter you’d prefer :)

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His mind was numb, being buried so deep inside your cunt like this – watching the back of you bounce up and down so effortlessly on his cock as he sat leaned back in his desk chair. He was paralyzed there, not risking moving a muscle, afraid this moment would slip from his grasp if he made even the slightest adjustment. Everything was happening before his eyes in slow motion. His hand seemed to move so intolerably slow as he reached to flip up your skirt to see your ass, watching his cock split you in two underneath it. His length and his lap were glistening in your juices. You were so warm, so soft… it was getting to be too much for him to bear. His eyes drew heavy as he watched, slack-jawed, hypnotized by your hips, helplessly lost in your rhythm as his hips rutted upward gently to meet yours at every fall. He was so fucking close. Your name fell from his lips softly, barely above a whisper.

“Peter?” you had raised your voice slightly to gain his attention, facing him as you stood over his desk, the notes you had been going over still in your hand.

At the sound of his name, Peter is ripped back into reality, sitting straight up in his chair. His eyes frantically meet yours, his heart pounding in his ears, becoming a stuttering mess of apologies and excuses.

You had been reading a part of a dissertation to Peter for your paired research when he had grown quiet, his occasional verbal cues of acknowledgement to your side of the conversation ceasing. You had simply continued until hearing him softly moan your name. You swore you misheard him, but once you craned your neck around to look at him, he was quite obviously lost in another world; his eyes were clouded over, and it wasn’t very hard for your gaze to be drawn down to the tent forming in his lap.

That’s when you had said his name aloud, startling him out of his daydream. He was visibly flustered, his cheeks flushing as he tried to compose himself. You couldn’t help but smile as he spewed apology after apology for not paying attention.

It was way too easy for Peter’s mind to run so far off course when you were around — especially when you had been right there, facing away from him, bent slightly over his desk as you took a closer look at the material. The way you were essentially between either of his spread legs as he gazed from his seat. How your skirt was just barely long enough to cover your ass… but not when you bent over.

You tossed your papers to the side and shook your head, chuckling lightly to yourself. Peter did not know how to take your reaction, the feeling of his rigid cock so painfully present in his lap was so blatantly obvious in the room, he couldn’t focus. His eyes met yours in a panic, analyzing them for what he should word-vomit next.

“Oh, Peter Parker,” you sigh lowly at the exhale of your breath, gaze not breaking from his as you drift closer to him. Taking a hold of the arms of his chair, you sit down on his lap, legs draping over either side of him, hands gripping his shoulders as your thumbs massage gently into the muscle. Your core aligned with his cock. “You got something for me?”

His body flinches at the contact. You shift your hips down further into his lap, antagonizing him, your lace-clad cunt tracing the length of his throbbing cock. His moan plays so pretty in your ear; you can’t help but pause, freezing in place, just to earn a whine from him. And he does, subconsciously and desperately, at the loss of your movement, fueling your ego.

You lean in so you’re at his ear, fingers running up the span of his chest underneath his shirt. “Beg for it.”

His cock twitches underneath you, a stifled, heavy breath escaping from his chest. His hands hesitantly find your hips, unsure of himself. “Pl – please, Y/N – please, touch me.”

At his request, you’re grinding down into his lap, sure he could feel you soaking through the material of his pants. You feel his sharp moan hot on your neck as you throw your head back, fingers interlocking behind his neck.

“You want to fuck me, Peter Parker? You want your cock buried deep inside my pussy?” you’re rutting short thrusts on his groin as you egg him on, feeling his breaths quicken with each rut. Your mouth finds the pulse point on his neck, leaving a long, open-mouthed kiss there. Peter sighs heavily, his hands resting at your hips. A smirk toys at your lips, eyes flitting down to watch his face. “What, Parker? Does that feel good?”

He tenses under you suddenly with urgency, freezing in his position. “I— I’m— Y/N, I—”

You take his hands in yours and attach them to your bare ass beneath the material of your skirt, rolling your hips back into his hold. “You want me so full of your cock? Fucking up into me ‘til I’m seeing fucking stars, filling me up to the brim, my walls squeezing your cock so hard, so tight—”

“Y/N, please, I— I think I— I’m gonna—” he’s pleading with you, voice taut in his throat, his muscles involuntarily contracting beneath you in his seat.

He was barely holding on. Peter didn’t not want to come, just not like this nor this quick, but you had other plans for him. And you were relishing in the power it gave you.

“You gonna come for me, Parker?” your hips continue to hump his rigid cock, milking him for all he’s got, your lips grazing the shell of his ear as a grin forms. “Say it.”

Peter doesn’t have time to stop himself before he’s cumming. It was just too fucking easy for you. He was wrapped around your finger, double-knotted and topped with a bow. His mind was racing, but — Jesus, fuck… he felt so good. He could feel his cum pooling in his lap in thick, hot spurts. It wasn’t until just now that he realized his fingers were digging into your hips, knuckles straining, likely trying to tie him down to reality as he came so violently.

You had watched in awe at your own handiwork on Peter, not able to take your eyes off his pretty face as he struggled to put off his orgasm. And fuck — you could have came just watching him fall at the mercy of you. The sounds that fell from his lips were ethereal. You continued to rut on his cock as he rode out his orgasm, your lips meeting his for a sweet kiss toward the end of his high.

Breathlessly, you pull from the kiss to meet his eyes. He looks at you like you are a fucking angel.

You take his jaw gently in your hand. “Hope you’re ready to buckle down and listen now,” with a solid pat on the tops of his shoulders, you step away from him and back to the papers you left at Peter’s desk. “We, like, really need this A.”

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lokipokey · 2 years

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good fucking girl

† kinktober day 10 – praise kink + gagging

pairing: doc ock x apprentice!reader

warnings: 18+ only, praise kink, oral male receiving, gagging, brat tendencies, fingering, teasing, orgasm delay/denial, unprotected sex, age gap, size difference, the word sweetheart used as an endearment

word count: 1.4k

summary: working under nuclear physicist doctor otto octavius has you thinking about what it’d truly be like getting to work under him

note: if ur not already a doc ock thot then hop the fuck on !! it's a wild fuckin ride and there is also no way off

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“Oh, sweet girl, look how good you take it,” the gravel in Doctor Octavius’s voice is much more prominent now, your lips gliding effortlessly down his shaft until your nose hits his stomach. “Good fucking girl.”

His hand finds its way into your hair as you kneel there before him, fisting a bunch of it at the scalp gently, desperately needing something to tie him down to reality as his hips met your mouth. Your eyes flit up to watch him come undone; he unravels above you at the unearthly feeling of your pretty lips wrapped around him like this.

You moan around him, the vibration sending you both spiraling. Your fingers haven’t stopped playing with your clit since you started sucking him off, his praises fueling the fire raging in the pit of your stomach. The size of this man, so thick and lengthy down your throat, was easy to imagine stuffed deep up your cunt, rutting into you over and over and over until you were seeing stars. You could feel your arousal seeping down your inner thighs. You hadn’t realized how touch starved you were until this man had put his hands on you, even in the most innocent way. The light graze of his hand on your lower back as he approached you from behind to take a look at your work’s progress, the nudge of his fingers against yours when handing a needed tool in the lab to him, the way the front of him would slide against the back of you when trying to work together in your shared lab space — all of it was gradually building up inside of you until you couldn’t even be in the same room as him without soaking through your panties. And to think he had no idea at the time that you had reciprocated feelings.

You slide back off his cock to take just his head inside your mouth, swirling your tongue around it before flattening it against his tip, licking a fat stripe while looking up at him through your lashes.

Otto sucks in a sharp breath, tightening his grip he has on your hair. A curse follows his shaky exhale. Maintaining his gaze, you take him completely down your throat again, essentially swallowing him, holding yourself there until you’re gagging around him. You can taste his precum on your tongue as you continue to repeat the motion, tears welling at your lids and saliva building at your lips and seeping down your chin. You watch as his eyes roll to the back in his head.

“Fuck, sweetheart, I — I’m gonna—”

Before he can finish, you pull off his cock with a wet pop, your eyes not leaving his reddened face. If looks could kill, the one he gave you in this moment would have dropped you instantly. A stupid grin takes full advantage of your lips.

“Mm, you have to be quiet, Doctor,” you hum softly, looking up at him from your position between his legs. “I can’t have all of Oscorp hearing this.”

Without hesitation, a metal tentacle irately wraps around your waist and slams you onto the lab table behind you. You find his eyes again, watching them flash with a new kind of lust, taking their time flitting down your body splayed and restrained at his hand before him. He slowly approaches you all the while, pausing when his eyes land on your sopping cunt. His tentacles reactively tighten at the sight, squeezing you hard in his grip. You can’t stifle the yelp in your throat, writhing in his clutch for a little leeway. You try to hide the grin toying at your lips.

Otto strokes the insides of your thighs as they rest open on the metal table. “Not so cocky now, are we?”

Your hips involuntarily buck toward him, desperate for his touch. You glanced down at his cock, so close to your entrance as he raked his palms up and down your thighs.

“My dear girl, you think you deserve my cock after what you just pulled?” he whispers, one hand drawing awfully close to your core, staring attentively down between your legs. “Ah, look at you, sweetheart…”

Gingerly, he starts rubbing big, slow circles on your clit. You gasp breathlessly, looking down to watch him play with you.

“Now tell me, darling…” Otto plunges two fingers inside you swiftly and in the same fluid motion pulls right back out, returning back to tracing circles on your clit. “What the fuck are we going to do with that mouth of yours?”

Panting, you buck your hips at the loss of his fingers, your body begging for them back. “Jesus fuck, Octavius — please!”

With a chuckle, his pace slows even more so. “I could do this all day,” his cock twitches against you and you groan, and he quickly picks up the pace. “Say my name.”

An unintelligible string of curses pour past your lips as your brain can’t keep up with his fingers. You become entranced in his pace, how quick and slick he’s toying with you, making you laugh internally at how easy it is for him to make your pussy drown in its own arousal. You moan out his name.

“Louder,” he urges, eyes not breaking from your face.

Replacing his fingers back inside you, he finger-fucks your cunt with quick, deep thrusts.

“Otto!” you scream, your eyes squeezing shut in pleasure.

With your feet up on the table, you use them as leverage to fuck yourself on his fingers. You can’t help how loud your noises have become with how desperate Otto has made you for his touch after all this time.

Several quick knocks on the door have you paralyzed in place as you shoot a look toward the entrance, hearing an alarmed voice yelling on the other side. You watch as an appendage flies to drill it shut, in addition to the back door, though nothing slows his pace.

With a smirk, he leans in closer to you. “Look who’s too loud now, darling.”

Below him, you throw your head back, gritting your teeth as he adds in his other hand to toy with your abused clit. It’s all too much for you now— you’re overwhelmed with pleasure.

“Fuck fuck fuck— I can’t— I can’t—"

“Can’t what, sweet girl?

After all this time leaving the lab with these thoughts in your head, these fantasies you believed to be only yours, going home to fuck yourself at the thought of him — you were here, his fingers deep in your pussy, wanting you just as much as you had wanted him.

Your moans go quiet as your eyes flutter shut, body ceasing movement. You were so close, so lost in the euphoria, a blurry haze took over your sight as you tried to look up at him. The only thing your mind could focus on was his hands on you. Touching you so good. Fucking you so good. Working you closer and closer to coming utterly undone.

Before you could stop it, right next to your high, all his contact was gone. Your head shoots up off the table, finding him and his cocksure grin peering down at you. Your face pulls into a tight-lipped grimace of wry amusement. “You cocky bastard.”

“What’s that? You want my cock?”

His hands quickly find your hips and in one quick motion plunges his cock as deep as he can into your cunt. Your scream surprises the both of you, your arms twisting free from his metal appendage and clutching onto his forearms as he fucks you relentlessly. Nothing could have prepared you despite how many times you had played it out in your head. He was so fucking thick, so big, filling you entirely… your body had gone numb as it rocked back and forth atop the table, the metal tentacle at your waist slamming you down onto his cock to meet his thrusts, as he overpowered you.

He stands so intimidatingly over you, captivated by the pretty sounds coming out of your mouth, fueled by the thought of his cock making you come unglued like this. His cock twitches inside you. “Come for me, my dear, you’ve done so well.”

With a guttural groan, you let go. Your walls squeeze him hard as he continues to fuck you through your orgasm, his hand on your clit slowing. You feel him release inside you moments after. Your head feels light, almost dizzy, as you lay there in awe. Your chest heaves with breathy moans, your eyelids heavy with euphoria.

“Mm,” his hands find the inside of your thighs again, stroking them in praise, his hips leisurely still meeting yours as you lay there breathlessly on the table. “Such a good girl.”

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lokipokey · 2 years

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9 to 5

what a way to make a living !!!!!

† kinktober day 3 – exhibitionism + hair pulling

pairing: avenger!loki x avenger!reader

warnings: 18+ only, exhibitionism, hair pulling, slight knife play, unprotected sex, spanking, overstimulation, forced orgasm, violence/guns used against their enemy, slight praise kink

word count: 2.5k

summary: as otherworldly space creatures swarmed the high-rise and fought the rest of the avengers down below, you aren’t surprised loki had the nerve to rile you up, but what did surprise you was how badly it got you going. you were usually the embodiment of calm, cool, and collected while doing your job saving the world, but this man was your vice.

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“If you keep hovering over my shoulder like that, I’m going to choke you out with my bare hands,” you say flatly, eyes not leaving the computer screen as your fingers type furiously at the keyboard.

Loki’s sinful laugh sends a chill down your spine. “You should know by now not to threaten me, pet,” you don’t let slip the shift in his tone, malice sinking into his voice like the dagger he pulls from his side and has sinking into your throat, “it just makes this all a little more thrilling.”

The cold steel of the blade at the sheer skin of your neck made an airy moan slip past your lips despite the inconvenient timing of Loki’s libido.

Of course, nothing stops Loki from his endless mischief or from getting what he wants, not even a paramount mission as an Avenger. Loki was a good addition to the team, now. It turns out obligating a war criminal to change his ways and pay back his dues by forcing him to become an Avenger isn’t everyone’s lifelong dream, but the role has really grown on him. You don’t think you could have said the same if you weren’t there. Quite literally the enemies-to-lovers trope happening in real life, if you will; his stunt in New York was your very first mission as an Avenger. It’s gotten… pretty steamy since then. Maybe even steamy that very first night you met as he tried to take reign of the world, that is, before you tied him up and waited for the rest of the Avengers to crowd the tower and officially capture him, of course. Work before pleasure. The rest of the Avengers hadn’t had a clue then and they still don’t, even now. Nobody does. You two are each other’s dirty little secret and that’s what makes it so much more fun. That, or you just can’t fathom the others knowing how much power this man has over you.

As otherworldly space creatures swarmed the high-rise and fought the rest of the team down below on the ground, you aren’t surprised Loki had the nerve to attempt to rile you up, but what did surprise you was how badly it got you going. You were usually the embodiment of cool, calm, and collected while doing your job saving the world, but this man was your vice.

A loud screech and sounds of mass chaos rumble up the building. Time is ticking.

You skillfully snatch his wrist and disarm him of his dagger, taking ahold of it and setting it atop the desk beside you. Work before pleasure. “I couldn’t think of a more worse time to fuck you.”

Loki grins as he steps back from your spot behind the desk and moseys down from the raised belvedere.

Without Loki breathing down your neck, your productivity surges. Quickly, you were hacking into the system and retrieving some very much needed data from the enemy. You’d think professional super spies wouldn’t be so easily distracted, but here you are, eyes locked in on Loki as he cascades leisurely down the few steps before you. It’s hard to shake the image of him above you, relentlessly railing you with that godly cock of his while he watches mesmerized by it disappearing and reappearing from inside of you, engulfed in the sensation of the way you tighten around him like you couldn’t possibly take any more of him in. You silently lick your lips and return your eyes to the computer screen. Christ, get yourself together.

Abruptly at your ear, a voice jolts you. “If you wanted my cock, sweetheart, you could have just said so.”

Loki’s illusion in front of you fizzles and the real one continues to hover at your ear, and your body relaxes into his chest behind you as you realize it was him and not any of the creatures hunting you all outside. “Stop reading my thoughts. If I wanted you to know I would have said it aloud,” you state firmly, sitting back up and left-clicking the download button on the monitor in front of you, “we have shit to do.”

You can feel the grin on his face, still at your ear. “I love it when you’re in Avenger mode. Acting all self-righteous and cold-blooded. Like you’d even try to kill me if I got in your way,” his lips are now brushing against the muscle of your neck right below your ear, “as if I wasn’t your first enemy.”

Loki whisks your chair backward, dragging you from the screen and spinning you to face him. Before you can even get a word of protest out, Loki has you up in his arms and then slammed back down onto the desk. Loki takes advantage of your legs up in the air, grabbing your ankles and yanking them apart so you’re spread wide open in front of him.

“I wonder what the rest would say if they knew how much of a slut you are for me,” with your legs split down the middle at the mercy of the god before you, Loki grinds his clothed groin into your leather-clad heat at a deliberately slow pace to antagonize you.

The building shakes again, but this time more violently with a much louder metal-on-metal screech. Something has taken the top floor of the building clean off.

Getting your hands on the dagger still sitting on the desk, you hold it at the ridge of his jaw. His eyes spark with hunger, cock twitching against your cunt. “You see, when you say shit like that, it makes it so much harder to not kill you.”

His grin glints as he takes in the sight of you, teasing you. “There’s a lot of people that want to kill me, sweetheart,” Loki gleams down at you, “so don’t think you’re special.”

You knew it wasn’t true, but the dig irked you, which is precisely what Loki wanted. He wants you to keep playing his game. Reactively, you wrap your free arm around the back of his neck and pull him down inches from your face, bounding the blade at his throat. “Wouldn’t dream of it, sweetheart.”

He smiles. It’s almost… unnerving, but nonetheless, thrilling. At the snap of his fingers, you’re completely naked below him as he leaves himself fully clothed. He yanks the dagger from your grasp and flips the handle end toward your body, pushing the cold dull end onto the skin between your ribs. He drags the handle downward, slowly, the steel trailing farther and farther until he reaches your clit and pauses. You realize you had been holding your breath.

“Not so cocky now, are we pet?”

Your legs go slack as he rubs the handle’s end in languid circles on your clit. The moan that comes out of your mouth is throaty, the cool metal at your hot core making your body convulse at the initial touch.

“You’re so pretty like this,” Loki coos suddenly, stirring you from your state of pleasure to meet his eyes. They’re completely glossed over.

He slides the dagger down from your clit and buries it to the hilt into your sopping cunt like a knife through butter. The sudden sexual relief combined with the shock of what Loki had done hits you so unexpectedly that you audibly gasp out Loki’s name. You hadn’t even realized how wet you really were until how easily you took the handle inside you. Your mind was already on high alert, given the sundry spaceships that just whizzed past inches away from the building shooting missiles at one another, but now you were nearly going feral. Loki doesn’t give you time for your mind to catch up to the moment before he begins pounding the handle into you relentlessly.

Your upper body shoots up, hands demanding stability with a vice grip on both of his biceps. You feel his muscles straining at the force he is pounding you with. Your mouth hangs open, your mind and body so overwhelmed that you are almost too weak to hang on, the only thing you can focus on is how good you feel in the thrill of it all. Loki gives you no mercy; you’d be able to tell just by the look on his face if you weren’t taking the brunt of his sex drive. Plunging that handle into you without being able to take his eyes off it, he pictured his own cock sending you into this state of euphoria before him.

“Finally got that smart mouth of yours speechless, huh?” he buries the handle inside you and keeps it there, pulsing it like a second heartbeat with his hand that’s wrapped around the hilt, his knuckles soaked in your juices.

“Y–yeah–“ you choke out, regaining composure of yourself as you try to catch your breath, “Wish your dick ever m–made me feel this good.”

All of a sudden, both doors on either side of the room burst open, space creatures with intergalactic guns storm the room. You push Loki off you and flip onto your stomach on top of the desk, ripping the dual Glocks strapped to your thighs and aiming them at either door, firing incessantly. The creatures go down one by one as they continue to file in like programmed robots, their screeches of agony filling the room.

You feel Loki’s harsh grip take hold of your hips amidst the chaos and slams his length deep into your pussy. You can hardly react while singlehandedly slaughtering the entire fleet of aliens that invaded the room.

“You are unbelievable,” you pant, body being repeatedly jolted against the desk as Loki rails you from behind. His fingertips dug into your skin as he used his impenetrable latch on your hips as leverage to pound into you harder. And fuck, you can’t lie, Loki taking you like this over the desk while putting his full trust in you to keep the two of you alive was intoxicating.

Shooting the last of the alien lineup, you collapsed on the top of the desk, breathless and unable to regain it with Loki’s cock nearly splitting you. He wraps a fistful of your hair around his fist and yanks it back towards him, forcing your head and gaze up off the desk and to the ceiling.

Loki’s pace slows and his thrusts become long and deep, his hold working for purchase on your hair to put even more power into his strokes. His fingers find your clit and sloppily sketch rough circles. “Ah, you know you love me, pet,”

The pleasure is overwhelming at this point, your body falling slack even with Loki holding you up by your hair. “Love isn’t exactly the word I’d ch–,” you lose your sentence as Loki’s hand swiftly finds your ass with a hard smack. A breathy, guttural moan surprises you both as it slips from your throat. You already feel the flesh burning hot red.

“You ought to shut your mouth before I shut it for you,” Loki’s fingers trail back to your clit to start rubbing back and forth at an intense pace. He’s at your ear. “And I’d be more than happy to do so.”

“Loki– fuck! Please– I’m gonna cum,” your legs are shaking being so close to the edge, but you know better than to cum without permission. You’ve been punished immensely for it on several occasions – not that you didn’t enjoy it – but right now, you would not be able to handle getting this high ripped away from you. This orgasm was the only antidote for the state you’re in.

Loki groans as he yanks your head back even rather to gain access to your throat and shoulder where he scatters bites and open-mouth kisses. “Cum.”

You fall apart in his hold, your cunt clenching around him. His fingers still playing with your clit, you ride out your high at his mercy. Loki releases your hair and you immediately let yourself fall limp against the desk, hands reaching forward to clutch the front ledge of the tabletop as you tried to keep yourself in reality. You rock your hips backward into his groin, matching his slowing ruts to feel as much of him as possible inside you. Loki watches this and his eyes roll back before squeezing them shut, trying to commit the sensation of you like this to memory.

As you come down, Loki sinks himself as far as he can go inside you, his fingers still toying with your clit. “Again.”

Your body convulses at the sensation, the bundle of nerves growing too sensitive at the overstimulation. You let out a scream, bucking your hips back in attempt to get your pussy out of his reach. “Loki! Please, no– I can’t, can’t, please!” you’re pleading with him but all the while he picks up the pace. Your clit can’t handle the sensitivity, and neither can your body as it desperately fights against his hand uncontrollably. He spanks you hard again as a warning, but you can’t stop your body from drawing back from his touch, earning a further blow in the same spot. The sting burns too good as Loki softly traces over it with the same hand that caused it. Before you know it, another orgasm racks your body, your insides squeezing his length hard as he remains buried inside you. Your moan is almost a scream. Loki paints your insides moments after, plunging in and out of you with long, languid strokes.

“Mm, knew you could do it princess,” Loki’s voice is low and breathy and one of the only things you can hold onto in your state of euphoria as you re-collapse on the desk. You don’t think you could move your body if you tried.

Abruptly Loki flips you over and pulls your boneless body up off the desk and in for a feverish kiss. It catches you very off-guard, even while you’re up in the clouds, but his fit of passion makes your heart melt no matter how hard you tried to kill your feelings for him. It’s when even he couldn’t restrain his own feelings for you that you knew what the two of you had was real, was more than just a good time.

The double doors at the front of the room burst open moments after Loki had pulled away and left you standing at the desk in your dreamlike state. “The building’s coming down any minute now, got what you needed?” Natasha’s voice calls out into the room.

You turn to her in surprise, looking down when realizing your jumpsuit was back fitted onto your body. Loki, also now fully clothed, was already heading toward the door while tucking both his daggers away. You quickly catch yourself up to speed as you hear the download complete with a small beep and you retrieve your hard drive.

Loki strides past Nat with that shit-eating grin back on his face. “God, I love my 9 to 5.”

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lokipokey · 2 years

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don't need candles or cake

jUsT nEEd uR bOdy to mAke uR birThDAy sExXXxxX

† kinktober day 2 – threesome + against a wall

pairing: loki x avenger!reader x bucky

warnings: 18+ only, threesome, cuckolding, unprotected sex, anal penetration, double penetration, possessiveness, alcohol consumption, some very minor blood

word count: 3.2k

summary: it was that time of the year again. champagne popping, confetti flying, endless toasts and cheers in honor of you – your birth week was always a fan favorite amongst the avengers. but you simply couldn’t shake the dull sting in your heart knowing you were simply so dispensable to loki… fuck reindeer games. you’re not letting this arrogant fuck ruin your birthday.

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It was that time of the year again. Champagne popping, confetti flying, endless toasts and cheers in honor of you – your birth week was always a fan favorite amongst the Avengers. You knew how to get absolutely everyone to have a good time and the rest of the team thrived off you. Your energy was a beam of sunshine that was very much needed and sought after a long day of maintaining the integrity of the universe.

But this year, you just couldn’t get into the devil-may-care vibe of your birth week like you always did. You absolutely didn’t let this feeling show, though. After a huge mission that put you and your team through a ton of stress and hardship, you all needed this week to forget and let loose. But you simply couldn’t shake the dull sting in your heart knowing you were simply so dispensable to Loki.

Your relationship with the god was something you never thought you would ever find. No one ever truly understood the way your mind worked like Loki did. And that was either an extremely beautiful thing or the most destructive form of mental chaos you could ever imagine. He knew exactly how to chew you up and spit you out and you couldn’t fucking stand it. He walked out during your last explosive fight and hadn’t shown his face since. No one in the last month had seen him around the complex, he wasn’t even in his room when you made Thor go check on him after the first few days. The bastard likely fled to Asgard as to ensure to never find himself anywhere near you at any given time of day, like he likely would if he had stayed.

Fuck Reindeer Games. You’re not letting this arrogant fuck ruin your birthday.

Tonight, was the night. For the final night of your birth week, on your actual birthday, Tony always planned a huge gala in the gorgeous ballroom of the complex.

Natasha and Wanda had joined you in your room to prepare for the night. With music blasting over F.R.I.D.A.Y.’s system, several shots of liquor were thrown back by the three of you as you got ready.

“Goddamn. Y’all are going to keep me from making it to my own party,” you giggle, tossing your shot-sized bottle of Patron at the pile of empty mini bottles you three were racking up.

Natasha laughs as she perfects a curl that frames her face. “I am definitely already feeling it myself. You assholes are the only ones who can get me living so carefree so naturally. I hate it.”

“You fucking love it and you know it,” you divulge, walking your eyeliner pen over to Wanda who had requested to borrow it earlier that day.

Wanda thanks you and goes back to finishing her makeup. The three of you get ready in a natural silence as the song currently playing ends and the next one begins.

“How you holding up?” Natasha queries.

You knew they had to be wondering about the status of your and Loki’s relationship, especially because you’re so private with your love life. The sigh you give is close ended. “Good. Great, actually. It’s been quite freeing.”

You see Natasha side-eye you through the reflection in the mirror.

“That’s good. I’m happy you aren’t letting it affect you or your birth week,” Wanda sweetly notes, her smile genuine.

Little does she, or anyone of that matter, know how fucking taxing it has been after each day comes to an end and you’re left alone with nothing but your thoughts. You shake the heartache to the back of your mind as you return a smile back to Wanda. He will not live in your head this night.

Within the hour, the three of you are ready, dressed to the nines. You lived for black tie affairs, and so did your closet. You had been waiting for such an event to finally wear the tight, backless, floor length Vegas gold gown that caught and dazzled in the light that patiently awaited its debut, a suggestive slit splitting down the course of your leg. The feeling this dress fueled you with was just what you needed to get this evening started.

Making your way down to the ballroom fashionably late, the doors open to reveal thousands of people mingling over cocktails and roistering on the dance floor, all in tribute to you. Those at the door greet you exuberantly, and the three of you take a moment to chat before managing to slip into the party inconspicuously. You make your way to the bar knowing you’ll need something a lot stronger than what you’ve already had to get you through this vibrant night.

You snag a seat at the bar as a man and his company get up to make their way to the dance floor. The bartender quietly recognizes you and starts mixing you your usual with a wink in your direction.

“The woman of the hour,” a husky voice claims from beside you, earning your attention just to find Bucky, along with Steve, seated next to you. Your body noticeably eases at the sight of your friends. “Well, more like woman of the week. I’m starting to think you’re the favorite Avenger.”

“Just starting? You’re telling me I haven’t been your personal favorite since I got here?” you try coquettishly, taking your drink from the bartender’s reach with a thankful nod.

This earns a genuine chuckle out of both men. Steve cuts in first, “You’ve always been my favorite, Y/N,” he states matter-of-factly as he gets up from his chair, “though I think this man needs a little more convincing.” Steve pats Bucky hard on the back with a smirk before he’s off to a table across the room.

You look at Bucky as he glances at the back of Steve, a shadow of a grin at his lips as he shifts back to the bar top where his drink sits.

“Might need yourself another one of those if I’m going to attempt to win your favor,” you smile, raising your glass to your lips.

Bucky’s light sigh turns into a chuckle. “I think I’ve consumed more alcohol in just this week than I have in my entire life. And I was in the fucking war.”

An uninhibited laugh flees from inside your gut. “Sorry about that. Wherever I go, a good time follows.” You shift to standing as you down the last of your drink and place it back on the counter. Your hand takes ahold of Bucky’s shoulder lightly, resting your chin atop it as you glance down sweetly at him. “May I escort you out on the dance floor, soldier? Or have you not danced since World War II?”

“I think we all unfortunately still vividly remember my last performance on your last birthday,” he reminds with comical remorse.

You can’t help but burst out in laughter at the return of the memory. “Ah yes, when I had effectively taught you how to twerk against a wall. Pretty sure I still have that video somewhere if you’d like me to send–”

“I do not want to see it. It’s already ingrained in my mind.”

Another effervescent laugh takes over your body, clutching him for stability as he stands from his seat. “Let’s replace that lovely memory with a new one for them to talk about.”

Bucky grins down at the floor a little apprehensively as you pull him onto the dance floor with you, just in time for an old-timey, sultry instrumental piece. You’d always been an endless flirt; it was a part of your playful personality. Loki had been all about it when it was directed at him, anyone else and he’d be seething in the corner shooting daggers at the current subject of your attention. He knew he couldn’t control you because he had tried. On several occasions he had nearly killed the people you were innocently talking to. That is, until you brought him back down to size. You were his but not his to control. You made that extremely clear to him in several sessions where you took Loki’s usual dominant role in the bedroom and made him your submissive. Fuck, that was so hot. Your pussy clenched involuntarily as the memories flashed through your thoughts.

The things Loki would do to you if he saw you with Bucky, your body flush against his as he led you agilely around the dance floor. The two of you were a spectacle. The public had rarely even saw you and Loki out together, so seeing you displaying such an intimate moment for everyone to see was something no one wanted to take their eyes off of.

Bucky spun you around and dipped you with speed, making your breath hitch in your throat. Your grin was coy as he held eye contact with you, holding you in this dip for just a second too long before whipping you back up to your place against him.

“Okay, show-off. Give them a show,” you purr, your hand that rests in Bucky’s squeezing tighter.

With liquid courage and a tight-lipped grin, Bucky’s hand slipped from your waist to your ass, traveling in taut partnered turns toward the corner of the floor.

“Sergeant Barnes don’t make me blush,” you tease, loving the thrill that flooded your system as the tight grip he had on your ass only got tighter.

He shifted his apparent arousal up against the top of your thigh. “Make me.”

Once you had spun to the farthest edge of the dance floor, you wasted no time grabbing high at his tie and yanking him off the dance floor and out through the closest exit. As soon as the door clicks shut behind you and you’re clear from view, Bucky pulls you tight into a fiery kiss. He can’t keep his hands off you. From pushing you closer into him to cupping either side of your face to squeezing hard at your ass – he could not get enough of you in his hands. You giggle warmly as you grab his needy hands and pull him into the elevator behind you.

You can barely press his floor number before he snatches your hips and drives you straight back into his front, his clothed cock rubbing hard into your ass. He holds you in this position with the strength of his vibranium arm, using it as leverage to grind desirously into you.

You can’t stifle the moan that escapes your lips, grinding your ass back into his thick length. “Need you,” you whisper, your words trailing off.

Bucky muffles a growl into your hair as the elevator reaches his floor. Immediately, he throws you over his shoulder, striding out of the elevator as you shout his name through endless giggles. A hard smack on your ass as it sits high in the air earns a yelp from you.

“C’mon, you can hit harder than that,” you tantalize from your spot flung over his shoulder.

With a much harder smack, Bucky leaves your ass stinging. “Don’t test me, doll.”

A guttural moan overcomes you as you go slightly slack against him, blood rushing to your glossy heat. Finally at his room, Bucky throws open the door only to slam you hard against it once it locked behind you. You let several curses slip as you wrap your legs around his waist, finally feeling his throbbing cock at your core. He slams his lips into yours with an abiding passion. You run your tongue across his lips to part them, gaining access into his mouth.

His hips buck flush against your pussy, the door hitching against the frame loudly, earning himself another breathless moan from you. “Prettiest sound ever,” Bucky mumbles against your mouth, languidly grinding himself into the same spot to make you squirm. “Do it again.”

Another rut into your core sends you whining ethereally in his ear. You can feel the vibration of Bucky’s groan into your neck run down your spine. He hikes you up higher, spinning the two of you around to throw you onto his bed. He’s quick to follow.

As Bucky hovers over you, you’re quick to reverse the roles, flipping him underneath of you. Saddling him, you begin stripping him of his suit, him following your lead and inching your dress down your body. Once ridded of clothes, you take your seat back on top of him, your sopping center splitting around his splayed cock laying against his abdomen. You rock your hips, rubbing your clit up and down his rigid erection. His breath jerks in his throat, his fingertips digging into your hips to follow along.

“Oh, sweetheart, I hope you’re having an extraordinary birthday,” the all-too-real notorious voice of the God of Mischief beams lowly through the room. Both your heads whip to the source of the voice behind you to lay your eyes upon none other than Loki himself, seated on the chair across the foot of the bed. “What? Surely you knew I was coming to help you celebrate your big day.”

You snatch a pillow from the bed and throw it at Loki, watching it go right through him. “You’re not even fucking here. Go away.”

“I don’t need to be here to make you feel this,” Loki snarks and with a flick of his hand, a tight grip latches onto your neck.

At the hand of his magic, you’re his ragdoll. He swiftly bends you at the waist, slamming your upper body down into Bucky’s chest. You hear his hasty footsteps closing in and he plants an unforgiving smack onto your exposed ass, hot tears already welling at your lids. He personally yanks you back upright by the neck before you have time to recover. His magic still lingers chillingly against your skin.

“Feel free to carry on with your evening as planned, as if I’m not even here,” Loki proposes cynically. “I’d like to see just what you thought you could get away with.”

“You left of your own free will on your own two fucking legs,” you remind him, “so kindly fuck off. I’m not doing this cuckolding shit.”

“Adorable that you think you have a choice.”

With one swift motion Loki lines Bucky’s cock up with your entrance and slams you down onto him. Your inhaling breath faults in your throat, your walls clenching hard at the pain of taking all of Bucky at once without warning. You could tell Bucky was trying to keep quiet ever since Loki made his appearance, but he couldn’t successfully restrain the desperate groan he held hostage in his throat. Loki growls, chin jutted and lips pursed. You knew envy was killing him but his goddamn need to be in control overpowered him.

“Now go right ahead. You have plenty of experience,” Loki glowers, pushing you out of his grip, “give me a good show, sweetheart.”

“I –”

Loki is quick to grab ahold of you again at your opposition, this time with his arm secured tight around your ribs. “You do as I say!”

Yanking you up and dropping you back down, Loki takes matters into his own hands and essentially fucks Bucky with your body. You scratch endlessly at his arm until he removes it voluntarily. You hurl a flying fist over your shoulder where you connect with his jaw. Loki smirks manically, touching at his lip to find a little bit of blood forming.

“I do as I want,” you spit at him.

Turning back to Bucky, who has been essentially paralyzed in his current spot underneath of you, you dive in for a deep kiss. You mumble an apology to him throughout it, cascading down to his neck to leave sweet bites for him. To your relief you feel him harden further inside you. You take this opportunity to start riding him properly, already feeling him nabbing you in a spot that makes a desperate yelp emit from your throat.

You can feel Loki’s eyes boring into the back of your head as he watches from the chair. Agitating Loki had never ever been a good idea, per se – not that that ever stopped you – but in the bedroom, it enthralled you. He could not resist taming a brat.

With confidence, you start gyrating your hips, your ass popping out perfectly in Loki’s view as it slams down hard continuously on Bucky’s length. Bucky can’t help the string of curses that leave his lips. You watch his hands go to grab you, but he hesitantly stops himself. You take ahold of both his hands and flatten them right against your ass.

“Oh god, Bucky!” you moan breathlessly, closing your eyes as your head falls back in ecstasy.

The moment Bucky instinctively thrusts up into you, Loki loses it. You hear a nasty snarl from behind and suddenly another pair of hands are on you. Loki’s body is now flush against your back, naked, as he kneels directly behind you on the bed, his massive length clearly present as it slaps against your ass. With his hands digging into your hip bones, Loki bucks his hips forcefully, jolting your upper body further down onto Bucky’s chest in order to gain access to your lower half. Parting your cheeks, Loki’s already pushing his throbbing cock inside your ass.

“Fuck, baby,” you subconsciously blurt out, the all-too-familiar feeling of intimacy with Loki immediately being relieved after being deprived of it for this long.

“That’s it, pet,” Loki coos grittily, matching Bucky’s speed as they both pound into with desperation. “How’s it feeling so full?”

Your arms that held yourself up on Bucky’s chest go weak instantly at Loki’s voice as your eyes go hazy with intoxication. The two were fucking you like they were trying to split you at the seams. You had never felt so goddamn full. It was striking a whole new feeling of pleasure inside of you that it made you go absolutely numb.

Feeling Bucky and Loki twitch at nearly the exact same time earned a mindless gasp from your throat, knowing they were both so close to cumming inside you. Loki continued to utter filthily sweet things in your ear, edging you closer and closer. Hands were everywhere – your ass, your hips, your neck, your breasts, your face – as you laid paralyzed by absolute euphoria.

“Surely you must know no matter what you try to do you will never escape me. You will always be mine,” Loki’s hands covered Bucky’s on your ass as he dug his thumbs into you for traction as the two of them became desperately close to the edge, “if you cum inside her you will be a dead man.”

Loki’s possessive rant sends you spiraling into your release, your walls squeezing hard. You couldn’t even hear either of Loki’s or Bucky’s groans of pleasure, that’s how gone you were. They continued to relentlessly pound into you until their thrusts became stuttered and slowed. You could barely keep your eyes open as you laid there on Bucky’s chest, unmoving. You rose and fell with Bucky’s chest as he tried to catch his breath, and your head gave in to the sudden heaviness of itself.

Holy fuck. Did I just black out?

You instantly shoot up, propping yourself with steadied, sweaty hands against Bucky’s chest, quickly taking in your surroundings. Loki was gone.

You flick your head to Bucky to meet his wide-eyed stare.

“Sorry about that. We’re… a little fucked up.”

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lokipokey · 2 years

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tony stark stop cockblocking

† kinktober day 1 – face sitting + creampie

pairing: loki x avenger!reader

warnings: 18+, face sitting, creampie, choking, semi-public sex, unprotected sex. reminder: please be sure to use protection in real life.

word count: 3.5k

summary: with loki and his chitauri army descending on new york with full carnage, you couldn’t sit and watch from the sidelines any longer. and that arrogant, egotistical god atop stark tower was calling your name.

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I mean, what’s the worst thing that could happen if I didn’t obey Tony’s orders?

With that thought crossing your mind, you drive your heel down into the door with one fell swoop of a front kick and the door busts clean open. Watching the Chitauri army terrorize New York and the rest of the Avengers was enough to get you up from your spot watching in horror from the windowsill to walking through the now kicked-out door of the hidden hideout room on one of the lower levels of Stark Tower.

Normally, you listen to Tony. He’s never given you a reason not to. Granted you’ve only been an Avenger for a little under a month, you still put full trust into each of your superhero colleagues. You know you’re new to the game of saving lives in capes and tights and still currently training with your newfound, experimentally accidental powers fueled by the purple power stone, but the team’s not really giving you any other choice right now. They need you. And from what you’re hearing over the headset, tension is growing.

“Banner? Tell him to suit up – I’m bringing the party to you,” Tony’s voice rings in your ear, a deafening screech soon following.

You physically wince as you pull back your headset as you let the ear-piercing intergalactic beast die down in volume before returning the technology back into your ear.

Tony had had a persistent urge to keep your existence as an Avenger and your powers a secret from the world after learning that you had them in order to keep you and the rest of the Avengers safe. You all agreed to it; it was a smart idea at the time. Keeping you and your powers under wraps keeps the enemy from coming after you in search of knowledge and power of one of the most highly sought-after pieces of the universe. However, as the building shakes with rage for a moment after a loud, powerful blast, you know their need for you in this moment outweighs their need for your secrecy. The rest of the team, and New York, needs you.

With the God of Mischief now set in your crosshairs as public enemy number one, you start bolting up the staircase. The rest of the Avengers are shouting at one another in your earpiece. They probably could have guessed you’d be listening in on the mission with your headset, but they’d never guess you in your current state, going against Tony’s orders and throwing yourself headfirst into the chaos, but they were just getting to know you. You thrive in chaos.

Your pulse surges at the thought of the god up on top of Stark Tower. You had met him on several occasions, with Thor, during your time previously as an agent of S.H.E.I.L.D. working close-knit with the Avengers personally. Accompanying Thor on trips to his home on Asgard was the norm. And every single time, you found yourself too alike the younger brother, no matter how much you hated the fact. You were like him, but you weren’t him. You would bicker and fight and berate him – all because you were up against another you. A mind so rare you couldn’t figure out how to handle another one. Deep inside you, you’d never admit, is a soft spot for the bastard. There wasn’t a lot of people you considered like-minded. But, here in this moment, you’re the good guy and he’s the bad guy. You needed to get done what you needed to get done.

Grabbing either side of your head and dragging down, a purple fog follows the trail of your hands as your previous clothing disintegrates and your in-the-works-because-you’re-not-supposed-to-be-out-in-public-as-a-superhero-yet prototype jumpsuit takes its place on your body. Hell, you’re one of the most powerful beings in the universe, if someone has an issue with your outfit, you’ll gladly show them the reason why Tony wanted to keep you hidden.

Reaching the door to the highest level of Stark Tower, your anticipation is bubbling over capacity. You steadily enter, eyes locked on the tall, intimidating back of the man behind all the chaos unfolding outside. The god doesn’t hear you advance further into the room. At the front of the living space, looking out the vast wall of windows, he shifts his weight into his heels that pause shoulder-width apart, admiring his lethal handiwork of the city before him and its people.

What better time to make a deal with the devil?

“How much blood do you have to spill before you’re satisfied?” you ask simply, leading a step further into the room.

Your sudden presence snaps Loki’s attention to you, his eyes finding yours and quickly taking in your being. His expression that could have almost been described as surprise twitches into dark narrowed eyes and a sly grin, as wide as can be. That was… almost unnerving. If it was anyone but the trickster god, you would have seen right through it, but something about Loki just… intimidated but enthralled you. No one ever quite met you at your level like Loki did. That grin of his simply dumps fuel on your fire that now burns even brighter to shatter his haughty ego.

“It’s not about the amount of blood, darling,” his voice rumbles from deep in his chest, tapping his scepter on the ground as he opens his arms wide while turning to face you. “it’s who the blood belongs to.”

A sharp laugh escapes past your lips, catching him a little off guard. “Are you gonna monologue? Because I don’t have the heart to care for any shit you could ever say.”

With quick hands you blast the scepter out of his hand, knocking Loki off his feet and backward a few yards in a wave of purple energy. You take this opportunity to immediately charge his stunned body on the floor, stepping across his chest and hovering over him before stamping your boot onto his throat before he even knew what hit him. Your hands push downward near your sides, holding his extremities down with a soft purple dust. He lets out a strained breath, his chest now heaving to take in air. His eyes meet yours sharply, just in time for your sweet smile to grace your lips.

“Puny god,” you whisper through your smile, tilting your head as you gaze down at him.

Before your eyes his body vanishes in a glitch of green, your boot that was once restraining his neck now thumping hard onto the granite and your magic going stagnant as your target disappears.

A slow clap echoes through the room as the rest of the outside world seemingly goes silent.

“Darling, your effort is commendable, really. But you should stop before you get hurt,” his voice stands tall behind you across the room and before you even have the chance to turn around, a grip around your neck tightens and you’re lifted off the ground slowly in a cloud of green flowing mist.

You claw ceaselessly at the invisible force constricting your neck as you’re rotated around to face the real Loki who looks at you sporting a mocking pout.

“Aw. I’m almost tempted to let you live,” Loki squeezes his hands, his magic tightening its grip around your neck.

He loved playing with you just as much as you did him. You really couldn’t get this from anyone else. It made your heart sting in the best way. A grin grows at your lips.

“This all you got?” you choke out boldly, your hands making no progress on the invisible clutch on your throat. “Come on, your highness, put your hands on me. I wanna feel how powerful you so endlessly claim to be.”

His stare on you grows sinful, and you quite literally feel the surge of his ego in the tightness at your neck, his eyes glinting a an unnatural shimmer of blue. The fire you ignited within Loki every single time you were near in any given situation was a feeling from out of the Nine Realms. Advancing toward you with a strong push of his arms through mid-air, Loki throws you across the room in flash of green. The force of it knocks the breath out of you, your body slamming into the far wall of the kitchen and landing face-first onto the cold floor.

The harsh landing forces a guttural groan out of you, stunning you for a moment as you lay there unable to will yourself to move.

“Question. Who just died?” Tony queries through the headset.

You see the green light on at the side of your earpiece out of the corner of your eye and hastily turn off your microphone, the light soon blinking red. The impact of Loki’s throw must have clicked your mic on, and you internally curse at yourself with a squeeze of your closed eyes. You were not trying to draw the attention of your colleagues, but this might have blown your cover.

“Answer him,” Loki made his way over to your body, crouching down to get near your level as you lamely push yourself off of your stomach and onto your back. “I know you’re hiding something. You cannot lie to the God of Lies, pet.”

Your involuntarily cough as your lungs are still trying to catch up after the wind being knocked out of them. You smile weakly at him. “Make me.”

You expertly kip up to your feet and immediately swing your elbow across the god’s jaw. The sudden sharp connection jolts him but he’s quick to grab your next swinging punch before it can connect with his flesh. You take advantage of this and use his hold on you as momentum to attempt a side whip kick, foot swinging to strike at head level. This successfully knocks Loki to the ground, catching himself with his palms with a pained thud.

A strained growl slips past his lips, spitting off to the side. From the ground Loki pressingly shoots a hand out to your closest leg and yanks it out from under you. Crashing straight to the floor beside him, Loki effectively straddles you, restraining each of your arms with his own. Your lungs still haven’t been able to keep up with your actions, your chest heaving deep for quick gasps of air. In this position, his body rutted up against yours, the closeness of both of your faces, the way your chests heave simultaneously as each of your gusts of exhales fan over the other’s face… the tone in the room shifts.

“Don’t tell me you’re tired already, darling,” Loki laughs dauntingly, regaining the control he so desperately craved. Shifting his knees upward to hold down your arms, he wraps his long, slender fingers around your neck. He squeezes hard. You can’t help the smirk that twitches to your lips, and he can’t help but become entranced by the manicality of it.

You unsuccessfully gasp for another breath as you instinctively thrash your legs and body against him. “You got a choking kink?” you gulp hard in any attempt for oxygen. “Funny, me too.”

In a surge of purple smoke, you have flipped Loki underneath of you, you now straddling his chest with your knees railing into his elbows and nails digging into the flesh of his throat. “Any other kinks you’d like to tell me about before I continue? I don’t kink shame.”

The god bucks his chest, hitching your body up his torso where your palms fly out to catch yourself on the floor above his head and your knees land on either side of his face. Before you could even bounce back from the fall, Loki’s got his hands on the stretchy material of the crotch of your jumpsuit and proceeds to rip it open as far as this position could allow.

You couldn’t stop the sharp breath you draw in at his action, the cold air hitting your bare heat in a wave that made your insides gush further with yearning. Loki’s throaty groan was enough to knock the air out of your lungs again, sending a breathless sigh of relief past your parted lips as the tension the two of you had been so eagerly building up finally caves in on itself.

Loki can’t think straight enough to come up with a cocksure comeback with your dripping pussy sitting pretty over his face. His hands reach underneath and up you to place a solid grip on either side of your ass to hitch you even closer to him. His mouth is on you in an instant, allowing you absolutely no mercy.

You cry out his name involuntarily as your mind goes feverishly numb. Loki hums thickly at the sound of his name at your lips, sending a vibrational harmony up your nerves. Your body externally shudders at the feeling, your head throwing itself back in pure rapture as the god beneath you laps fat wet stripes at your needy core.

“I prefer you in this position, it finally shuts you the fuck up,” you manage to get out through weighty sighs of euphoria. Even after the both of you have surrendered to the sexual tension, you can’t help but continue to fuck with him.

With an obscene noise, Loki pops his mouth off you for a moment to speak. “And I prefer you here, at the mercy of me, your ceaseless ache for my cock finally greater than your ache to annihilate me for once.”

You snort, but you know it’s true. “For now, it is. Enjoy it while it lasts.”

Loki takes this as a threat and at once buries his tongue back into you again like it’s the last time you’ll ever grace his presence in this light. His silver tongue is finally doing something other than pissing you off, flicking back up to begin working pure magic on your clit. His lips wrap around your bundle of nerves and sucks playfully, flitting his eyes up at you to watch you come undone.

And you come undone. Completely. He reaches up urgently to grab at your throat, squeezing with glorious need. You buck your hips involuntarily, riding his face as you grip onto the arm that’s choking you with both hands, desperately trailing your fingers along the taut details of his muscled bicep and forearm that strained to restrain your flow of oxygen. Your following moan comes straight from your gut, gravelly with want.

“You cannot convince me that noise wasn’t what I think it is,” the last thing you expected to hear in this moment was Tony’s voice in your ear, but nevertheless, it was. “What the fuck is going on?”

The devious look on Loki’s face from under you is enough to turn your pulsing passion into rage. The fucking bastard turned your mic on on purpose, likely when he reached up to choke you.

“You arrogant fuck,” you break free of his clutch and tuck to your left, rolling off his body.

Before you could get your footing to stand Loki was already leading his dominant shoulder forward into you, driving your body into the island counter in the kitchen. A choked squeal is released from your throat as his body pins you against the counter, flush against you, his rigid arousal rutted hard between the two of you. He heaves you atop the counter.

The god’s hips thrust your body up the counter so your pelvis meets his hips perfectly as he stands at the edge of the tabletop. He tosses both your legs over his shoulders, swiftly undoing his pants to free his impressive length.

“What? Surely you must have wanted to inform your team of your progress defeating the target,” the god innocently tries, leaning into you. “Tell them your current position.”

As if the God of Mischief could pull off acting innocent to anything. “Well now you’ve pissed me off, like you usually do. Get the fuck off me,” you seethe in annoyance, bucking your hips up into his chest in attempt to free yourself.

Loki tuts, locking you tighter into your position underneath him, bending your flexible legs further into you with his body as far in as they could go. “I’m not quite finished with you yet, darling.”

Not giving you any time to protest, the god slams into you relentlessly, giving you no time to adjust to his inhuman length as he endlessly rams into your sopping cunt.

“Fuck, pet,” Loki’s voice is extremely low, enough for you to shoot a look up to his eyes to find them lusted over in a low-lidded clouded haze.

Dear god. You’re mesmerized, frozen under him, completely in awe of the god before you, being mercilessly pounded into by the only man that found home in the soft spot that laid in the depths of your chest despite how much you pretended it didn’t exist. You sat pretty and watched him take complete control of you, ferociously fucking you to combustion, the only thing breaking your hypnosis being the sudden realization that you had never felt his lips against yours.

You don’t stop yourself when you reach up around your thighs being pressed tight into your chest to pull his lips down to yours. You honestly didn’t know how Loki was going to react to such an intimate moment. He could have easily been using your body for his own pleasure here and now and nothing more, or at least pretended to in order to maintain his cold-blooded character, but you couldn’t help yourself. In this moment, you did what you wanted without thinking of the consequences.

An exasperated moan falls from your throat as Loki’s lips press back with absolute fervor. He isn’t caught off guard. He doesn’t find surprise in your action. He’s been waiting for this, wanting you to prove your love for him first because you had always been the brave one and he the coward in this light he so rarely put himself in. The kiss was so passionately soft, a feeling you didn’t know Loki was capable of emitting. He lets go of your hips to hold your face softly, his strokes now hitting at a much slower pace. Dragging his cock out of you until only his head’s left inside and then burying it back to the hilt was becoming an addiction. He earns access inside your mouth with his expert tongue, trying to get as close to you as possible.

His ruts have gone languid, giving you access to truly feel every inch of him at this pace. The utter fullness of all of Loki inside you at once leaves your guttural moans on loop for him to revel in, all that pent up aggravation for each other since the first time you met finally coming to a sweet release. “So fucking good, I– fuck! Loki. I’m cumming.”

Your words falling ever so sweetly from your lips, on top of your kiss and being so deeply buried in your throbbing cunt, is what pushes Loki over the edge. With a twitch inside of you and a few stuttered thrusts, he cums. Harder than he ever had before. Your insides squeezed him in pulses as the both of you rode out your highs, Loki slowing until he’s paused seated deep inside you, prodding at your cervix, his hot cum ceaselessly painting your walls colors of bliss.

As much as you want to lay in this moment forever, you can’t have shit on this team.

“Why don’t we have eyes on Loki?” yet again, Tony’s voice rings through the room. “Guess I’ll fucking do it myself. I have a head count of two. Which one of you glorified action figures is in there with him? And get out of my kitchen for fuck’s sake.”

“First, language. Second, it’s not me in there, but I’ll make my way over,” Cap asserts, presumably on his way to roll up on the scene you and Loki have set on full display.

You’re quick to kick his shoulders backward to get him off you to then slam him back into the counter where he once had you. Your magic holds him down, but you can’t seem to keep yourself off of him, your hands splayed against his chest, pinning him to flatback the tabletop.

“Goddammit Stark, I’ve got it covered. Subject is contained and under my control,” you look off into the distance as you speak with seriousness into your headset, imagining the faces of your teammates as they realize it was your voice beaming through their headsets. You fight to regain your composure as the God of Mischief’s cum leaks down your thighs silently. “What’s our current status with the Chitauri army?”

As soon as the words leave your lips you hear a stumbled shuffle from behind you at the outside entrance of the tower. You whip your head around to find Cap fly in through the open walkway of the roof to stand dumbfounded with the rest of the Avengers, who apparently all made their way to you, gazes locked on the sight of you and Loki in such a position in front of them.

Tony is the first to move, shifting his weight awkwardly as the rest of you are simply frozen in place, not quite fully ready to comprehend the situation. “Looks like the prototype fit was… a little faulty.”

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