luringfantasy

[luringfantasy]

“HOLD IT ANGEL, I KNOW YOU CAN.”

FEATURING THE ONE AND ONLY: 七海.建人. NANAMI KENTO

content warnings : 18+ only, dub-content, sadistic!nanami x masochistic!reader, established relationship, bdsm scene, orgasm control (edging and overstimulation), reader’s hands are bound, mirror sex, mentions of penetrative sex, feral nanami (this man is crazy)

author’s note: kinda ooc nanami bcs he is SADISTICCC in this one and he would never be this mean (i think) but i would let this man destroy my uterus 👰‍♀️ #ovulation i hope u guys enjoy this one as much as i enjoyed writing it even though it is definitely 100% not canon nanami nor is it for the light hearted 😭. idk what overcame me as i wrote this. (self indulgent af)

word count: 1.2k!

hope u enjoy n sorry for it being so short!

kaori. 🤍

This was a sight kento never wanted to forget. The way your body trembled was in front of the mirror as he forced you watch him have his way with you. The look in your eyes pleading; babbling about you weren’t sure if you could handle it left him so achingly hard. Oh no no no, sweetheart, you were going to take everything he gave you. It’s only fair because you asked for it right? Looking up at him oh so sweetly, suggesting a new idea in bed. You looked so adorable fiddling with hands when you tried telling him that you wanted him to ‘edge you until you couldn’t take it’. He was more than willing to indulge into this fantasy of yours. Hell, he might even be enjoying this more than you.

Your sweet husband has his legs locked around yours, restraining every attempt or effort of you trying to move away from him from the overwhelming sensations. His head resting on top of your shoulder as your body quivers under him. Your hands clawing at his tie restraining your wrists together while you pull at them. It makes him so fucking hard that only he could reduce you to such a mess. His eyes watched you tentatively through the mirror, mesmerised by the way you shake your head furiously, eyes welled up in those pretty eyes of yours, cries and pleas falling like a mantra from your lips yet it was never your safe word. Your words seemed to contradict everything your body was saying.

“Hold it angel, I know you can. Be a good girl for Kento. I’m counting down from 30 again and i need you hold it alll in like the precious girl you are,” he coos. It nearly makes you break. Before you can let out another whine or protest, you feel his fingers slipping inside your gummy walls almost too easily as your cunt welcomes him with an immediate clench around his fingers. He scissors them open again before shoving them deeper making your entire body lurch forward at the oversensitivity of his fingers prodding into your cunt.

The delicious torture starts again. His fingers curl upwards wiggling around inside you eliciting a wail of pleasure as your legs tense against his to no avail, his fingers massaging and rubbing against your poor needy cunt that’s been aching to cum. Your head is fuzzy, the faint smooth voice of your husband grounding you, the slow, maddening counts filling your head. “30….29..28, such a good girl, hm? 27…26……..25…24…” You can barely focus on his voice or the way he looks at you through the mirror, watching your body convulse under him as you try everything to resist cumming instantly, the overwhelming need to cum yet the tightening coil building in your tummy is slow.

You choke on your moan, pretty tears streaming down your face as you convulse against him. The squelches of your cunt is so loud that you would’ve been embarrassed if you were even the slightest bit more focused but kento is fucking you dumb! Suddenly at the 15th count mark, you hear a faint buzz of your pink vibrator that makes your eyes widen and has you thrashing against him. However, it does nothing but make him hold you tighter against his chest and flex his legs together while keeping yours even more spread. He attaches it to your clit and pounds you harder with his fingers. They prod and fuck into you deeper, no longer the curling motions or rubbing against your walls.

“Ngh-ah! Kenn!” you sob. “I-I needa- hnngh!- cum soo bad, puhplease! let me cum i-i can’t Kento,” you squeal out pathetically. “I don’t fucking care how bad you need it honey, hold it” he hums It nearly drives you mad when you hear him reach the 10 count mark. Maybe then, maybe, he would let you cum.

“6…..5…..4….3…2.. You better not cum,” he snaps as he thrusts his fingers into you deeper again making the dragging the 5 seconds out even more, setting your nerves aflame. The vibrator sending strong sensitive vibrations throughout your body down your legs. You can do nothing but sob against his grip, your thighs are clenched, eyes squeezed shut as you do everything in your body to keep it in. keep yourself from cumming. You hear him reach one and you’re oh so close to the release you need.

Unfortunately before he says 0, he removes his fingers out of your cunt with a ‘pop!’ and clicks the vibrator off. He tuts watching your slick run down his forearm as he watches the juices drip down his fingers, “so messy, angel” he tuts.

He watches as you tremble and cry against him in need. You couldn’t move your hands down to take the pleasure yourself more so even rub your thighs together for any friction with how your husband has them spread. All you can do is wail and cry from the frustration as Kento shushes you. Your body shudders, you never knew YOUR Kento could be this sadistic. You had expected to let you cum a while ago but he just wouldn’t budge. What’s worse? You can’t help but also enjoy this delicious torture, he’s been relentlessly teasing you like this for so long you’ve lost track of time.

You feel the burning sensation fizzing down as your cunt throbs with need as Kento runs his hands up and down your thighs. When he had deemed you rested long enough, he starts his torture again, instead from a final count of 10.

You almost cry out of relief but you’re so silly to think he’ll let you off so easily. The last 10 counts are torturous.

He starts off hard and fast. Calloused fingertips rubbing your clit in tight circles making your toes clench. That wasn’t all, he reaches with his other hand to insert not two, but thick three fingers inside you, stretching you out fully. The heat in your tummy building up so fast and overwhelming. He curls his fingers, reaching that sweet spot that you couldn’t even dream of reaching on your own. "There we go, angel, feel me," he murmurs in your hair, watching as your thighs begin to tremble again, "feel my fingers deep inside you. I know, baby, it’s so difficult to hold it yeah? but i know you can.”

You whine, gasping out, “Ken, too much!! can’t ngh—” your eyes roll back as you feel the fingers on your clit working harder and faster with the pistoning fingers of his other hand. No— more..!" You huffed through your tears.

You felt like you were going to burst. This time he didn’t stop you after 0. Worse, he kept going. He hears you pant and gasp against him trying to come down from the violent convulsions of your body from your orgasm but he wouldn’t let you go. The sharp piercing sensitivity becoming more brain numbing yet so so good. He drags it out for as long as possible to watch as you scream out so loudly all your neighbours would definitely file a complaint.

It really got too much but his fingers just kept rubbing and pinching and smacking against your sore and sensitive clit. You let out little whines of protests but it doesn’t do much :(

Instead, he gets up and carries you from the chair he had you spread open in front of the mirror to the bed instead where he continued to fuck you stupid and cock-drunk for him as you sniff and whimper. only for kento.

Oh, this was definitely not the last time this was happening.

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"no, baby, we're going to be late."

sex addict!satoru frowns at your words: he looks like a kicked puppy, denied love from his other half. how will he go on in such a state? achingly hard behind the steering wheel despite having drained his balls into you over the hood of his car before leaving for some important meeting.

you're already late, thanks to the second orgasm satoru insisted on pulling out of you. you made a mess of his car, and you worry you're messing the leather seats, what with the heinous amount of his cum leaking out of you. you glance over to satoru's pocket, where a little bit of lace hangs out: he had pocketed your panties despite your whining protests.

and he had made you cum a third time on his fingers as he drove with one hand.

"please," he whines, "i don't even need to cum, baby, just wanna taste you." he's leaning over to kiss your lips, get you hooked on his taste. he's such a liar, you know he'll fuck you dumb with his tongue until you're begging for his cock, too.

"no, satoru."

"i'll.... i'll do that thing you like! with my fingers, you know?" he waves his fingers at you.

"....no."

"babyyy," he whines, and then, as if he's gotten an idea, his face lights up. "i'll let you edge me for a week."

oh. he's good. the image that springs into your head at his words, of him desperate and begging for seven whole days of denial, causes you to squeeze your thighs together. you can't help but think of all the different ways you could tease him, pull the poor boy desperate. he can barely last an hour without draining himself inside of you: a week will ruin him.

"deal."

edging week fic soon :p

[luringfantasy]

JJK fic recommendations:

Toji

Sukuna

Nanami

Geto

Gojo

Choso

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content includes: darkish content, unprotected sex, p in v penetration, overstimulation, breeding kink, pet names such as baby, pretty girl, good girl, sweetheart, choking but the sexy way, dirty dirty talk, fucked dumb!reader, cervix fucking, squirting, back scratching, slight dumbification, clit rubbing, soft sex, stomach bulge, fluf, angst, etc..

parings: gojo x reader, nanami x reader, geto x reader, sukuna x reader, choso x reader, kenjaku x reader, mahito x reader, yuki x reader, shoko x reader, toji x reader, shiu x reader

GOJO SATORU

“WELL, WE SHOULD PROBABLY FUCK, RIGHT?”

@kingkonoha

♡ — SUMMARY; you & gojo are both sealed away in the prison realm. with nothing else to do, you might as well start fucking, right?

────HEAVEN IN YOUR CHEST

@kizoken

♡ — SUMMARY; no summary just whiney gojo

“notice me senpai!”

@itachiiwrites

♡ — SUMMARY; Since Gojo canonly is into older women as well, I can't help but think of Senpai!Reader who's extremely flirty.

“HAVE YOU SEEN MY PANTIES?”

@coffee-and-geto

♡ — SUMMARY; in a lazy, hot summer afternoon, it’s your boyfriend’s turn to do the laundry. but why doesn’t he respond when you’re asking where’s your panties?

“What? You’re married? And you’re a dad?”

@kingkonoha

♡ — SUMMARY; Yuji finds out that 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 has a family.

𝐌𝐘 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃, 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 𐙚˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩

@fairy-angel222

♡ — SUMMARY; a day with your favorite person on earth leads you to a fancy hotel for one weekend.. where you finally give yourself to your boyfriend, Gojo Satoru.

I WANT TO KISS YOU / キスしたい

@arminsumi

♡ — SUMMARY; you and Satoru falling in love despite a language barrier.

LET ME MARRY YOU

@arminsumi

♡ — SUMMARY; The risk of dating you his too much for him to handle, so he breaks it off, only for him to come back to your doorstep years later and ask: "Let me marry you."

𐙚 I’D RATHER BE KISSING YOUR WAIST

@honoredalone

♡ — SUMMARY; gojo satoru is the strongest, but that didn’t leave him without his scars. internal and external. the biggest scar making him shy away, but that didn’t stop you from loving it.

GETO SUGURU

MORE COMING SOON

Creds: @mirru & @anitalenia

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Yes I do. I like this!!

"You like this, don't you?"

cw: female reader, use of the term "princess", hand kink, light choking, fingering, finger sucking, voice kink, tickling, penetration (penis in vagina), unprotected sex, creampie, light cnc vibes, light humiliation, aftercare, gojo satoru being a menace

summary: gojo discovers all of your kinks and uses them against you.

a/n: once again i have nothing to say for myself & i urge you not to look at me skfejhddsjd. if anyone needs me i will be spiraling into degeneracy

Satoru discovered most of your kinks pretty quickly. He knew you had a thing for hands when he observed the way you always played with his fingers, running your soft hands against his calloused ones, admiring the shape and size. You made it quite obvious, and he made sure to tease you about it as often as he could. He loved wrapping them around your throat as he fingerfucked you, curling his large fingers while he pumped them in and out of your slick hole. He liked tasting you afterwards, often licking your juices off with a twisted smile, but sometimes he’d stick them in your mouth and force you to suck him off instead. You always complied without protest.

He also noticed the way you’d react when he said certain things or used a different tone. He could fluster you with a small threat, embarass you by teasing in a sing songy voice, get you wet just by praising you, talking about how tight your pretty little pussy was, saying how good it felt to be inside you. He laughed whenever he’d see you go all wide eyed and trip over your words, bragging about how easy it was to get under your skin. A few simple words, and you were putty in his hands. He loved having this power over you and took note of the phrases that seemed to get to you the most, using them as often as he could whenever he wanted to mess with you.

But then he discovers that kink. And when he did, he made you regret ever letting him find out.

It starts off as a silly argument. You had eaten the last of the mochi, and when he sees that the matcha flavored sweet he had been saving was gone, he pounces on you and pins you to the couch. Your punishment? Five minutes of tickle torture. He holds your arms down and tickles everywhere his hand can reach while you scream for mercy. Your sides, your stomach, your underarms, your neck. You’re laughing so much you can barely speak, and despite how much you struggle you can’t shake him off. He’s too damn strong, plus he’s got his size to his advantage. You feel two inches tall as he leers over you, his entire body practically swallowing you whole. He giggles wildly as he continues his tickle attack, then he teases you to hell and back to make you laugh even harder. It’s as if he’s getting some sort of sick pleasure out of watching you struggle and thrash beneath him, knowing he has the power to torment you as long as he pleases. And those cocky little comments of his keep making it worse.

“What’s wrong? Can’t take it? Oh well. There’s nothing you can do about it.”

“You cryin’? Come on, it can’t be that bad.”

“So you’re weak here… and here? I’ll have to remember this.”

“You’re squirming around so much. It’s turning me on.”

It’s pure hell. And he shows you no mercy. When he finally lets you go, your energy is spent and you can’t even muster a comeback. He drags his fingers down your inner thighs, feeling worked up after seeing you in this state. He’s ready to take you in and claim you as his once more.

That’s when he sees it. The wet spot in your panties, so soaked it’s almost like you’ve peed yourself. He pauses for a moment as a smirk creeps up his face. The realization has finally dawned on him. 

“Wait a minute. You like this, don’t you?”

You don’t have time to protest. He yanks your panties down, nearly ripping them off your legs. He takes his own pants off even quicker, freeing his large cock from the confining black boxers beneath. He takes your thighs in both hands and spreads them wide, pressing the tip against your wet hole. Then, after he shoves himself inside and gives you long, deep strokes, he clamps his hands around your ribcage and digs in.

"I see. My little princess likes being tickled. How cute."

You feel his cock pulse inside you when you start to struggle, your desperate squirming getting him harder. Your hands grasp his wrists, trying with all their might to push him off, but it’s no use. You’re helpless as he tickles the hell out of you, causing you to alternate between frantic giggles and loud moans. He has this crazed grin on his face that makes him look feral, like he’s lost all control and succumbed to his primal urges. The more he tickles, the more you struggle, the harder and faster he goes. Your walls clench around his thick shaft and you throw back your head, an earth shattering orgasm erupting through your body, making you cum so hard that you see stars and colors outside the spectrum. 

That doesn’t make him stop, though. Your nerves are on fire, even more so than before thanks to how hard he’s made you cum. His tickling feels more intense, his expert fingers seek out every sensitive area and linger in the worst spots. He finds a bad one on your lower belly and tickles there until you’re in tears and begging him to stop. He ignores you as usual, grinning wider as he watches you suffer.

After a while, you sense that he’s about to cum. Thank god, because you can’t take any more of this. His thrusts become rapid and frenzied until he finally bursts, filling you with warmth while his cum shoots into your hole. When it starts to drip out, he fucks it back into you, then savors the last of your sweet moans. The tickling ends, and you’re finally allowed some respite.

He cradles your cheeks and wipes the tears off with his thumbs, then kisses you deeply and softly. When you’ve caught your breath, he gives you the glass of water on the nightstand and holds you in his arms until you’ve finished drinking. And as the two of you lay there in one another's embrace, his lips brush against your ear and whisper things that spread goosebumps across your skin.

“So, being tickled turns you on?”

You nod quietly, too embarrassed to speak.

“What an odd little kink," he teases, pulling you closer into his chest. "Well, now that I know your weakness, I won’t have any mercy on you.”

Your clit throb as his words flutter in your ears, a mix of regret and excitement swirling in the pit of your stomach.

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Fcking hell. My new favorite series. And ahem. Umm hmm okay. No words. Brain broke. 👍👍

Sneak peak of chapter 35? 👀✨

👀 here ya go ~

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“D-daddy wait…” you gave Toji sad eyes making him wince a bit.

You thought you had him until Sukuna waved in front of your face, “Cover her eyes, I don't want none of that puppy dog shit.”

“Ah-no-no-”

"And she shouldn't be able to talk. " Sukuna added making everyone agree.

"What-"

"Not another word little bird. Not without our permission." Nanami slipped another silk sash around your eyes and just as he did you could see the dirty smirk Sukuna held.

He liked to punish you. He likes being mean to you. Seeing you cry gets him off. But Toji and Nanami always stop him from going too far. They babied you. Now he had them on his side... and you knew he was just loving this shit.

You could no longer see but you could feel them all around you. It was suffocating. Just take it… take the punishment... you just hoped it wasn't anything crazy. You let out a soft whimper.

“Shh… none of that.” Getou hushed you, while he helped Nanami slide your dress off.

You let out a gasp once hands touched upon you...hot... cold...warm...soft...rough... Groping and searching for something out of the ordinary. You were immersed in the familiar overstimulation of being touched by so many hands. Your thighs clenched tightly, knees pressing into the blanket as you knelt before them like a fine piece of meat.

"No cuts..."

"...or bruising..."

Someone pulled your bra up so it sat on top, squishing your breast lewdly.

"Ah-" You quivered as two different fingers massaged your chest. Your left nipple was pinched and pulled greedily while the other was treated with a little more care. A thumb rubbed it in slow circles until it pebbled.

"No teeth marks here..."

"Or here."

Gojo and Getou spoke, clarifying that they were the ones playing with your tits.

"Don't see anything on her scent glands..." Nanami expressed as he glided his hand over your neck.

See? There was nothing for them to worry about!

"I-"

Someone smacked your breast making you squeak, "Thought we said no talking." It was Sukuna. Of course, it was. "Check her pussy." claws nicked your skin in the process of him snatching your last barrier of protection.

"You let another cock fuck our pussy?" Toji questioned as he ran his fingers over your puffy lips. He gave you a quick slap upon your cunt making you squeal, "Talk to daddy."

“No-Daddy!" Now's your chance- "I would never I’m s-“

You felt fingers thrust into your mouth, they were thick and heavy, pressing on your tongue, forcing you to gag on them. “That's enough.” Sukuna snapped with a firmness in his tone. “Hand me something to shove in her mouth.”

…

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Breaking Up with .. pt 1/? LOKI

The moment you say these words, the color drains from his face. How could you? After all these years, was it that easy for you? He wants to fix it, so he listens, urges you to tell him more about what is bothering you and why would you think to take such a step. For him it came out of nowhere, he was happy with you. But apparently you were not. How could he be so off about what you are feeling?

But then it clicks, you don’t know better, you are allowing your pretty little mind to think too much. You don’t know any better. He lets you speak to your heart's content and lets you leave. But as soon as you reach home, you feel his presence. You shriek as you see him, in his full armor, but he is too fast and too strong, you cannot outrun him.

Your pretty little mind was working overtime, Loki could not allow that. He took you to his palace. You were not capable of making your decisions. He would make them for you. He would keep you fucked out enough so that you brain stops giving you these stupid ideas. He would take care of you, whether you like it or not.

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Should I bring this back? Small drabbles/images with music?

Do you have more imagines with background music?

Wildly Romantic Imagine #003

Imagine coming back from a diplomatic trip to Alfheim. Crossing the rainbow bridge you sense the magic around you change. It felt more like a cool breeze on a summer day. As you ran towards the palace it only grew stronger.

The magic was now embracing you in a hug. You were greeted by the people of Asgard who wanted to meet their queen. But you wanted to find the source of this magic.

You reached the palace, went to the throne room, then to your own room. There was none. Disappointed you reached the palace garden. As soon as you did, a flower crown materialized on your head. And you felt the embrace again, but the magic was now replaced by Loki's hands.

He came back after serving his sentence on earth with the Avengers. He came back after atoning for his sins. He came back for you!

And this plays in the background...

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Do you do requests I can’t tell?

Yes I do!

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One by One 7/7 (final chapter)

PRELUDE

You were snooping around Loki's stuff to find his chest full of sex toys. He was not very pleased about it and has decided to punish you by using all his toys on you, one by one...

based on this imagine

previous

main masterlist

Warnings: use of "pet" names, BDSM, dom Loki, sub reader, female reader

MINORS DNI

NO PROOF READING

Loki guided you to a small dinner table that was set up in the living room instead of the usual couch. There was a long bench, on which Loki sat. For a moment you were confused why there was only one seat, but as you say Loki looking at you suggestively, you knew what you had to do.

The dinner was nice, you melted into Loki’s embrace, while you both fed each other some food, sneaking some kisses in between, but when you tried to move ahead with the night, Loki pulled back.

You knew he was playing a game, teasing you, making you wait, and you were getting desperate. You could feel your own heat down there. Your panties were WET. Seriously the things this man/god does to you!

After an hour or so Loki got up from the table, with you in his arms, deeming he was full. But you were not, you were still hungry. HUNGRY FOR THAT D.

Instead of the bedroom he took you to the kitchen and gave you water. Which you graciously accepted. After you both had some, you started walking towards his bedroom, to finally start the night. But as you walked a couple of steps in that direction, his hands wrapped around you, effectively  stopping you.

When you turned around to face him, Loki growled - “Oh no pet, you are not going anywhere '', with a menacing grin on his face. It reminded you of the first time Loki laid his hands on you - “now that I have you, we are going to catch up on your punishment “ - he started nibbling on your neck, leaving a trail of bites and kisses, which was too much, making you squirm and try to get out of his grip - “we are going to try all our toys on you” - he said while he looked up, his eyes softened a bit meeting yours before they filled with mischief - “ONE. BY ONE.”

He picked you up and placed you on the counter, you didn’t have the time to react and your clothes vanished into a green shimmer. Loki’s eyes darkened as he saw you in green underneath but he was too taken by lust and power to comment on it. Rather he made his actions say how much he appreciated your efforts. Soon his hands were everywhere. Scratching your back lightly, groping your breast and thighs, while his mouth was busy marking you everywhere.

You pushed yourself closer to the edge, placing your thighs around one of Loki’s trying to alleviate yourself temporarily, just until Loki got to that part. But as time passed, you realized he had no plans of tending to you or himself, he was content with him making you squirm and you rubbing yourself on him in turn. Everytime you tried to pull him close, or “help” him, he tsked and moved your hands away from him, placing them on the counter.

Your whines and please fell onto deaf ears. Soon it was enough, your frustration revealed itself as tears streaming down your eyes.

Probably this is what he wanted, he wanted you to cry for him, because he stopped and took a couple of deep breaths. It looked like he wanted to calm himself down.

“Shall we start my little dove?”. Fcking hell he was being extra cruel today. But you wanted him more than anything right now, so you just nodded.

Loki lifted you in his arms and took you to his room. (FINALLY!).

He placed you on his bed and followed you as you scooted up. Soon your last pair of clothing were discarded, along with Loki’s shirt.

You saw him ravaging through the chest of his toys, the same one that got you into this position. You silently thanked it XD.

You knew Loki was far from getting started and even tonight won’t be a “normal” one. He has been using his toys on you, of course he would use them today too.

“Today we are not going to anything new” he said while he grabbed the trusted pair of handcuffs. Your heart shuddered at it. It was already too intense, and with a handcuff…

But you knew what you had to do. As you laid down Loki attached one of the cuffs to your wrist and after passing it around a bar on the bed frame, finally secured the other end too. You were tied to the bed, unable to move, unable to leave. With the lustful god of mischief, frustrated and needy, all for him.

“Now darling, when was it that you broke the rule”. Shit???? This now? You assumed that Loki would have either forgiven you, or will reprimand you after he fucks you. “Loki, please not now, please I need you.” you were trying your best not to show it, but you were at the verge of crying, not knowing what would happen to you now. As Loki left the bed to rummage through the chest again, you didn’t stop, trying to reason with him. “Loki, I’ll take any punishment, please. Just no- not now. Pl-please.” against your wishes tears sprang in your eyes.

As he returned to the bed you could not see anything in his hands. “Darling- ” he spoke softly, as he wiped your tears away, giving you some hope. “- what kind of god would I be, if I don’t punish my subject as soon as possible. You will not break my rules, it is an important lesson. And I will see to it personally, that you learn it this time.” Your body arched as he raced a finger down from chest to your hips, changing the direction every now and then to keep you on your toes.

“But since you have been such a good girl, I will tell you exactly what I am going to do to you and your desperate little body.” his voice deepened. You didn’t know what was worse: not knowing what he was going to do, or knowing exactly what was to come, without any means to stop it. His hands kept tracing your sensitive skin here and there as he sweetly explained what was to come. “I have been in touch with you for 5 weeks.. And 5 weeks back I asked you to not touch yourself. Yet you failed. It was two weeks ago, wasn’t it?” - you nodded yes, ashamed of not being able to follow his rules. “You see there is a reason I wanted you to wait for me like this..” curiously you looked up to him. “The more you wait, the better the release would be, don’t you agree?”

That was true, the orgasm you had while you broke the rule was AMAZING. Made you see the stars, visit them and fucking revolve around them before coming back to Earth.

“I am a benevolent god, and you did confess to me soon after, so I would not punish you..” this made your eyes lit up, he chuckled at your reaction, how naive of you. “.. rather I’d like to take you to the exact point where you were supposed to be.” WHAT? What does that mean?? Your heart started beating fast; this was not going in a good direction.

“Darling, don’t you think 30 minutes for every week is a good number?”

“Th-thirty minutes of what Loki?” you asked meekly. You didn’t even want to know at this point. You just wanted to get fucked.

“Why of course I am talking about edging..” it was funny how nonchalantly he said that he was going to edge you, in this state, AND for 1.5 hours! You wanted to cry and scream, and push him down the bed to ride him to your heart's content, but you were at his mercy right now, that too being punished.

He soon revealed the vibrator he kept in his pants’ pocket, while you resigned to your fate. It was almost painful. Loki’s cold fingers traced your thighs and then he opened you up for him to see. You closed your eyes, unable to look at him, embarrassed by his vulgar act. But soon realized, that this allowed him to surprise you, as you yelped when his fingers suddenly entered you. He was methodical, exploring you, getting to know you, to use that knowledge against you. Soon you were a moaning crying mess on his bed. Tied up, both physically and mentally, in the desire of a release.

At some point you started begging Loki to let you come, knowing full well that he won’t let you. The later your begging turned into demands and you started screaming profanities at him, at which he started teasing you with a vibrator, not letting it up until the very end, making you fall back down cruelly.

By the time Loki was done with you, all you could feel was a need. A need for your god, and Loki was more than happy to have you like this. After the punishment he took some mercy on you and uncuffed your wrists.You immediately wrapped yourself around Loki. Pushing and pulling on him for anything. You held his pretty face in your hands, and kissed him. You were shivering and trembling from everything you were feeling, and only feeling Loki was something that grounded you.

When he vanished his clothes, you were unaware, but you were very thankful that he did. He lifted you up, and placed you on his cock, letting you settle down, slowly, steadily. You both moaned and sighed when he bottomed out into you. Eyes locking with each other, small smiles adorned both your features.

Your heart fluttered at this act of intimacy, yes you have been with Loki for a long time, but it was animalistic and raw, this on the other hand felt tamer, calmer, almost like love making.

As you tried moving to get some friction, Loki’s arms wrapped themselves around you, preventing you from doing so, he just chuckled as you whined for him denying you. But he quickly remedied that by grinding into you. It wasn’t much movement, but it felt surreal, you could not believe such small movements could bring you both so much pleasure. His hands sneaked between you to play with your folds. At this moment, it was intuitive for him, what makes you tick. Soon he pushed you over the edge, stilling inside you, preventing himself (barely) to fall over the edge with you. Although he could continue after his own release, this was about you right now.

His poor girl took her punishment, it was time to reward her.

After your second release you pushed Loki back on the bed, straddling his waist, the palm of your hand roaming over his chest, feeling his heartbeat, his eyes burning in yours. While his hands tamely rested on your thighs, caressing the sensitive flesh on the outside, and sometimes on the inside. You rode him to your satisfaction, his fingers and sometimes your own aiding in your releases. He too came with you sometime during all this, his nails dug into your skin as he did. But you did not complain a bit, he deserved it. You could see how much he was trying to restrain himself. Something you didn’t understand why, but you welcomed this change happily.

After your nth release, you collapsed on top of him, where he just held you, tracing lines on your back until you both fell asleep.

EPILOGUE:

Context-  After you spent the beautiful night with Loki, you both kept sleeping with each other, and spent more time with each other. While reading an Asgardian “book”, the topic of aphrodisiacs came up, and it turns out Loki does have a vial of a concoction in his chest.

(One month later)

You could not believe it, that asshole Loki! You were going to kill him when you got your hands on him. How dare he?

Your eyes widened as the small vial appeared in his hands, without further ado, he drank the contents in one go (wtf? He did not need an aphrodisiac!). His hands made their way into your hair, pulling you into him roughly. As he kissed you, you could still taste the sweet liquid on his lips. You don’t remember much after that.

Now you can only feel pain! Loki did heal you after that day (and night, and another day, after which you passed out of exertion). But your weak mortal body is still incapable of dealing with the aftermath of, well.. him.

He is introducing you to new things, and pushing your boundaries, while opening new avenues of pleasure for you. With every kiss, and every night, your souls intertwined, weaving a love that grew stronger with each moment, one by one.

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Author's Letter-

Thankyou so so so much for reading my work, I cannot believe there are people who like what I write much less wait for me to post new stuff. I am not being humble, i am not a humble person (lol). But this love was really unexpected. Thankyou from the bottom of my heart. You little notes and comments, every like and reblog makes my day. I feel seen and heard, that there are people who know.. me. This part of me.

Thankyou for letting it happen for me. Love you all! (Now go have a glass of water!)

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Whatever you do, don’t imagine a smaller partner turning these men into submissive, begging and whimpering messes. Do not imagine them on there knees looking up to their partner who has their hand tugging their hair while they beg to be touched. Definitely do not imagine them crying, whimpering or begging to be allowed to cum.

That would be awful if you thought of those things….

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I am fcking invested!

(haha writing it down doesn't account for it XD)

Language (Part 1)

Part 2 (in progress)

Pairing: Loki x female reader (Y/N)

Summary: Captain Rogers thinks you curse far too much at work so he came up with a way for each word to cost you fifty cents no matter where you are in the Tower. You are desperate for it to stop and go to Loki to see if he has a spell that can help you outsmart J.A.R.V.I.S.

Warnings: swearing lol... obviously?

A/N: I'm so sorry @soubi001 lol and you know why. I've been kicking this idea around in my head for a while because I'm very aware that I swear way more often than a normal person lol hope you enjoy it 💚

You knock on Loki's door and wait anxiously for him to answer. A few seconds later, the door opens.

"Can I help you?" he asks you with his typical annoyed expression.

"I hope so," you respond. "Can I come in?" You take a step small forward.

"I don't see why that would be necessary," he crosses his arms and leans on the door frame, blocking your path into his room.

You sigh, "Fine, I guess I can show you my problem out here." He raises an eyebrow and waits for you to continue. "Damnit," you swear then look down.

"Y/N, fifty cents has been deducted from your upcoming paycheck as you are in violation of SHIELD's Inappropriate Language Policy, per Captain Rogers' orders," J.A.R.V.I.S. announces from a speaker overhead. A small holographic screen appears next to you, showing your name and SHIELD photo ID at the top, the fifty cent charge in the center and a running total at the bottom.

Loki chuckles and shakes his head, "So the Captain finally made good on his threat."

"Yea. He thinks this high tech swear jar is going to stop me from cursing all the time but all it's doing is annoying the shit out of me," you complain to Loki.

"Y/N, fifty cents has been deducted from your upcom-," J.A.R.V.I.S. announces again.

"Shut up," you tell the program, cutting the announcement short.

Loki smiles at your outburst then says, "What is it you expect me to do?"

"I have no idea honestly," you shrug. "Don't you have a spell for everything?"

"I have a spell for almost everything, yes," he says then he is quiet for a moment as if he is thinking. "I do think I may have a solution to your... issue." He waves his hand vaguely towards the speaker J.A.R.V.I.S spoke from.

"Really?" you ask excitedly. "That would be awesome." You thought it was going to be way harder than this to convince Loki to help you.

He leans towards you and looks you straight in the eyes. "Stop swearing," he says then he goes back in his room and closes his door in your face.

You stand in the hallway, looking at his door and mumble, "Fuck."

"Y/N, fifty cents has been deducted from-"

"Shut the hell up!" you yell, cutting it off again.

"Y/N, fifty cents has been deducted from your upcoming paycheck-"

"I know! I get it," you tell J.A.R.V.I.S. You can hear Loki laughing loudly through his door and you glare at him even though he can't see you. You turn, ready to give up then you suddenly get an idea. You walk close to the door and say, "Just so I know, it would really piss off Steve if I figure out a way to get around this. Tony too, he helped set it up."

He opens the door a second later and you do your best to hide your smile. "It would aggravate them wouldn't it?" he says almost to himself and you nod but try not to look too excited. He sighs and takes a step back to open the door further, "Very well. I think I might have a spell that could work."

Loki closes the door and you stand awkwardly in the middle of his living area, unsure what to do. You've never been in his apartment before and as far as you know, no one else on the team has either. Loki isn't known for being a fan of having people in his personal space or of people in general.

You look around his living area. One wall is lined with tall, overflowing bookshelves and a leather couch is set against the other wall. A dark wood coffee table matches the end tables, one of which has a short stack of books and a steaming cup of tea. You walk over to the end table with the books and open the cover of the top book, assuming it's what Loki was reading before he opened the door.

"Sorry, I was just-" you suddenly feel nervous being alone with him, maybe this wasn't a good idea.

"Don't touch anything," Loki says from behind you and you close the book quickly, turning to see him standing closer then you expected.

"Sit," he motions towards the couch and you do as he tells you. You sit quietly on the middle of his couch with your hands on your lap, watching him search through the numerous books scattered about. While you wait, your mind wanders to a meeting yesterday morning with the team.

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You take a seat at the rectangular table across from Thor and Bruce, scrolling through your tablet to find the notes for this meeting. Natasha and Clint walk in, followed by Loki then Steve and Tony. Without a word, Steve places a glass jar that says 'Y/N's Swear Jar' on in it between you and Clint.

You look up at him as he sits. "Seriously Steve? I haven't said a damn thing yet," you tell him then groan when he gives you a disappointed look. You reach into your bag to find your wallet and drop in your last two quarters. "Happy?" you ask him as you sit back in your chair.

"I would be happier if you stopped using inappropriate language so frequently," he answers.

"I think the odds of my brother voluntarily attending one of Stark's parties is higher than Y/N giving up swearing," Thor jokes. Loki roll his eyes as his brother nudges him playfully.

You look at thor, "Did you know that people who swear lie less often then people who don't?" Thor shakes his head and you turn to look at Steve, "They've done studies that suggest that people who curse are more honest because they use fewer social filters when they are expressing their opinions."

"Is that true?" Clint leans towards you.

"I have no idea, I read it online," you whisper back.

"That may be, but it is still not appropriate for a work environment," Steve lectures you.

"I send out super professional emails, isn't that good enough?" you ask.

"No," he answers sternly.

"That's bullshit," you cross your arms and look at him. He doesn't say a word, simply looking from you to the jar and back at you. "Ugh, fine." You grab your wallet and take out a bill, "Does anyone have change for a five?"

"Just put the five in there," Fury says when he walks in. "We all know you'll use it today."

"Hurtful," you tell him but you fold up the bill and put it in the jar then you smile at Steve.

"I don't like that look," Tony says and Steve agrees.

"It's like prepaying for ten words," you laugh, "I just have to use the damn things well."

"Nine," Clint says.

"Ah shit," you look at him and Natasha laughs.

"Eight," he smiles.

"Good thing someone is keeping track," Bruce says.

"Is it ok with everyone if we start this damn the meeting now?" Fury asks annoyed from his seat at the head of the table.

"How come he doesn't get a jar?" you ask, leaning across the table towards Steve and pointing at Fury.

Tony laughs, "Believe me, Steve tried."

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Loki smirks as he looks up from one of his books, "This spell may help, it will render you utterly mute."

You stand up quickly, "Yea, no, fuck that."

"Y/N, fifty cents has been deducted-" J.A.R.V.I.S says.

"Oh, come the fuck on," you tell it and Loki laughs again.

"Y/N, fifty cents has been deducted from your-" it repeats.

"Just forget it," you tell him. "You don't know how to help me anymore than anyone else did. Coming here was a waste."

You walk past him towards the door and he says, "Maybe you should ask for a raise."

"Thanks," you tell him in an annoyed tone and open his door.

He sighs loudly just as you step out into the hall. "Fine," he says and you turn to look at him. "I'll help."

"With another stupid suggestion?" you ask.

"No, I'm sure I have a spell here we could use," he tells you, gesturing towards his books.

"Why are you changing your mind?" you ask, unsure if you can trust him.

He shrugs, "Honestly I'm bored."

"Seriously?" you ask, crossing your arms.

"Were you hoping for a different reason?" he asks, crossing his arms to mirror your body language.

You unfold your arms, "I mean... yea. You could see least feel a little bad for me?"

"But I don't," he says with a light shrug.

"Oh... well I guess I'll take it," you tell him and close the door. He nods to acknowledge your decision but doesn't reply.

You sit on the couch while his focus returns to his books. You watch him pick up a hardcover book then put it back, taking the one next to it. He flips through the pages slowly and you ask, "Your not gonna turn me into frog or anything, right?"

He looks up at you confused.

"Thor said you've done that to him before," you explain.

He groans, "It was one time and we were children."

"I'm just checking. I don't know how any of this works," you tell him.

"Clearly," he rolls his eyes and goes back to his book. He looks up again and adds, "If I wanted to turn you into a frog I would have done so already."

"Is that supposed to make me feel better?" you ask.

"Yes," he says matter of factly then he goes back to reading.

You try to get comfortable on Loki's couch but you can't seem to relax, you are afraid to touch anything including the pillows. After a few minutes of silence he sits next to you and you shift away from him a bit. He doesn't seem to notice your reaction and hands you the open book.

"Read this," he says.

"It's in Spanish," you tell him.

"Very observant," Loki nods.

"I can't read this. I took three years of Spanish in high school but it didn't really stick," you explain.

"Humans are so dull without the Allspeak," he mumbles.

"Do you always need to be annoying?" you ask him.

"No," he smiles at you.

"What was your point with the book?" you ask, trying to get back on track.

"I will explain after. Read this part," he points to a specific paragraph.

You give the short paragraph your best attempt. Based on the way Loki flinches at how you pronounce almost every word, you assume you did awful. J.A.R.V.I.S remains silent so you ask Loki what you said.

He smirks, "Something that should have cost you more than a few dollars."

"Really?" you ask and look back at the book. You grab your phone and use it to translate the text. Your eyes go wide at the excessive swearing and insults the character uses to describe another character. "Wow," you laugh, "You weren't kidding."

"Now that you know what it means, try it again," he suggests.

You read it again, your pronunciation still off but when you finish J.A.R.V.I.S charges you for eight words. Loki laughs and you look at him annoyed, "Great, thanks. That was annoyingly useless."

"I thought it was funny," he smiles. "And it wasn't useless. Now we know that it only works if you know what you are saying."

"You're an ass," you tell him.

"Y/N, fifty cents has been deducted from-" the program repeats.

"You owe me $4.50," you cross your arms and lean back on the couch.

He waves his hand and a five dollar bill appears between his fingers. He hands it to you, "I'm sure you'll use the other word soon enough. I want to try one more thing."

"I don't think I trust you anymore," you say, putting the money in your pocket.

"I didn't think you trusted me in the first place," he says.

"I... yea, that's a good point," you tell him.

"Here," he conjures a small notepad and pen before handing them to you.

"Where do you keep this stuff?" you ask looking at the objects.

"A pocket dimension," he explains.

"Right, sure, super normal," you laugh. "What the hell am I doing with this?"

"Y/N, fifty cents has been deducted from your upcoming-"

You groan and put your hand over your face.

Loki smiles and says, "I honesty thought you would keep those fifty cents a few seconds longer."

"You know, no one likes you right," you tell him in response.

"And I am truly devastated by that," he says, putting his hand over his heart.

"Whatever," you roll your eyes. "What do you want me to do with this?" You hold up the pen and notepad.

"I'm looking for a loophole," he says. "Go ahead, write some of your favorites."

You sigh and write a word but nothing happens. You write another and still nothing.

"Interesting," he says then J.A.R.V.I.S activates. "What did you do?" You hold up the notepad and he smirks as he read it. "Well now that's rude," he says, shaking his head.

"It's accurate," you smile then cross out what you wrote.

"Do you eat pizza?" you ask.

Loki looks up from the book he is reading as he stands in front of the bookcase. "What?"

"Pizza," you repeat.

"Yes, why?" he furrows his brow.

"Its 8:30, I'm ordering food," you tell him. "I came here right after work so I missed dinner."

"No," he says and goes back to his book.

"What do you mean, no?" you ask, looking up from your favorite delivery app.

"I've heard humans are like stray animals, if you feed them, they return," he says.

He sighs but doesn't argue, putting another book in the pile of what you imagine are useless books.

You laugh, "First off, who told you that? And Secondly, if I'm ordering the food, technically that would make you the pet I'm feeding."

"What do you want on it?" you ask him. "Pepperoni, veggies, or are you one of those weird pineapple people?"

"Cheese is fine," he mumbles.

"One cheese pizza it is," you say, ordering from a place nearby. "It'll be here in half an hour," you tell him.

"Wonderful," he says without a smile. "I was so hoping you would be here all night."

"You can always tell me to leave," you say getting up from the couch.

He looks over at you and says, "I could but I won't."

You sit back down, "Okay, I really need to ask... why are you doing this?"

"I'm bored," he answers with a shrug.

"You said that before," you tell him.

"Because that is the answer," he insists but for some reason you don't believe him. You feel like there is more to it but you can't figure it out.

"I thought you were supposed to be good at lying, being the God of Lies and whatever," you say.

"I am the God of Lies and Mischief, not whatever," he corrects you. "And I am not lying. Why else would I want to help you?"

"Because you like me?" you smile and he scoffs. "You have to admit, I'm pretty awesome."

"I do not," he says but you see a hint of a smile on his lips. "Now, will you please be quiet and let me think."

"Can do," you give him a thumbs up.

You put the pizza box on the coffee table and he sits next to you. "You owe me for half," you say. Before you can tell him how much it is he flicks his wrist and a brown leather wallet appears in his hand. He opens it, takes out a twenty dollar bill and gives it to you. "Wait," you say before he makes it vanish again. "Is that Thor's wallet?"

"Hmm," he opens it. "It would appear so."

"He's been looking for that for like a week," you laugh.

"I'm aware of that," Loki responds.

"Of course you are," you shake your head.

"Do you want to money or not?" he reaches to take the bill back from you.

You pull it away from him and put it in your pocket. "I'm going broke from this fucking thing," you tell him as J.A.R.V.I.S activates again.

"Ah damnit, I forgot to ask for plates," you say, ignoring J.A.R.V.I.S. Loki holds out his hand and two plates appear. "I've got to admit, you are pretty useful," you tell him. He smiles but then you add, "You would be more useful if you could fix my stupid problem though."

"I already told you the easy way is to just stop swearing," he takes a slice.

"That's no fun though," you tell him. "Plus, I really don't want Steve to win."

"What do you mean?" he asks.

You shrug, "Sometimes I do it more when he's around cause I know how much it bothers him."

He laughs, "I can appreciate that type of attitude."

"I thought you might," you smile. "So any progress with the massive pile of books or am I fucked?"

He looks up mid-bite and J.A.R.V.I.S goes off again. "I have not given up yet," he tells you but his attention is focused on the screen that popped up. "Do that again," he says. You sigh, and he flicks his wrist, putting another five dollar bill on the table between you.

"Fuck," you say and the screen appears again with J.A.R.V.I.S 's announcement.

"I'm sorry, the total says $47," he sounds shocked and you cringe. "I thought you said they only turned it on at noon."

"Yea," you take a bite of your pizza.

"You have said 94 swear words since noon," he says.

"Apparently," you shrug but he continues to look at you so you put your food down on the table. "When Steve and Tony first told me about it I was kinda pissed," you admit. "I might have lost a few bucks before I left Tony's office."

He tries not to laugh, keeping his hand over his mouth while you talk.

"Then I went back to my office to try out a few things," you tell him.

"Like what?" he asks.

You take a list out of your pocket and hand it to him. "What counts and what doesn't," you say. "Some words only count in a specific context so there's that."

"That still doesn't account for all of this," he says.

You shake your head, "I wanted to see how far it reached outside of the Tower." You sigh, "It's about half a block in all directions."

He laughs, "I imagine you were quite a sight trying to figure that out."

You laugh too, "You would think so but this is New York. I don't think anyone noticed the weird woman cursing every few feet, followed around by a hologram yelling at her."

"This city truly is very odd," he agrees.

"And yet, you still tried to take it over a few years ago," you shrug and take a bite of pizza.

"Technically, I was trying to take over your whole planet," he reminds you.

"That's not better," you tell him and he shrugs.

"I found a few spells I would like to try when we finish eating," he changes the topic a moment later.

"Think one of them will work?" you ask hopefully.

"I certainly hope so," he says. "Of course, I could accidently turn you into a frog if something goes wrong."

"That's not funny," you tell him.

"I wasn't joking," he smirks.

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[luringfantasy]

Punishments with Loki

blue = sad loki; red = toxic loki; green = mischievous god of mischief; orange = absolute filth

Thor 1 Loki

Loki punishes you when you get on his nerves sometimes he doesn't even bother to punish you instead he chooses to ignore you. He doesn't understand why you are with him anyways.

He know (however untrue it is) that one day you are going to leave him. So he doesn't bother.

But when he punishes you, it's more of a punishment for him. Paddles and spankings are his go to. But seeing you hurt hurts him more.

Avengers Loki

When I say Avenger timeline Loki is mean, I mean it (see what I did there?). First he gives you rules to follow and then makes it impossible to follow those rules, so he gets to punish you. Spanking and paddle are his general tools, but he picks up whips when he is in the MOOD.

He doesn't edge you, he couldn't be bothered by wasting his time, trying to get to know you so intimately. He doesn't want to waste his energy by focusing on you.

But he does overstimulate you very often, tying you up with a vibrator or his magic pleasuring you in the most intense and torturous way, leaving you for hours on end, sometimes even forgetting about you in his grand schemes.

Thor: The Dark World Loki

He is in the dungeon, but his princely status gets him access to you once a week. He would wreck havoc on you whenever possible. After all you are his only source of entertainment. Contrary to what some people might assume, he first gets to know you intimately, then uses this knowledge against you. Loves to get you riles up, tease you.

Sometimes not allowing you releases when you visit him, asking you to hold on until your next visit, only to leave you hanging again, or punish you if you fail. But none of his punishments are intense. Funny banter during your meet ups is appreciated, he loves a challenge.

He overstimulates you often, leaving you weak and unable to walk, only to then ask you to lay down with him - this one time.

Thor Ragnarok Loki

More often than not Loki lets your transgression go. He is just happy to have you here with him. You have been the only constant in his life and he just admires you a lot. This is obviously very different from when you started your relationship but you were not complaining.

If you rile him up, or act like a brat, he sometimes fucks you hard, but that's the extent of it. Punishments with him have become rarer and rarer. He is soft for you.

Sometimes when he is angry with you, he becomes really mean.. and withhold kisses from you (how dare he!) but more often that not, he gives in, when you bribe him with a chocolate from Midgard.

TVA Loki

Contrary to what people might think, TVA Loki is not the softest person in the bedroom. Far from it. He has embraced his identity completely. He was and is the god of mischief and anyone close to him knows this. Especially you.

Introducing new toys to the play is a common thing. When you break his rules (which is usually because how difficult they are to follow), he gets to "play with you without any condition". This means that for a day or two he is utterly and completely in control of you, mind and body alike.

The day usually starts with you giving him a bj, followed by a row of meetings while his magic plays with you. He loves the thrill of knowing that you can be caught at any moment, he loves how desperately you try to hide your blushing face from others, acting chaste and pure.

The nights are always the same. Hours and hours of edging for you, followed by either nothing or a ruined orgasm. If anything he is the Devil or Mischief.

TAGLIST: @lokixryss@alyeskathewave@ladymischief11@tukes@yelkmelk@crimson25

[luringfantasy]

One by One 6/7 (final chapter part a)

PRELUDE

You were snooping around Loki's stuff to find his chest full of sex toys. He was not very pleased about it and has decided to punish you by using all his toys on you, one by one...

based on this imagine |

previous main masterlist

Warnings: use of "pet" names, BDSM, dom Loki, sub reader, female reader

MINORS DNI

NO PROOF READING

You were waiting. And all you did was to wait for Loki, but Saturday did not come, and neither did you..(XD). Loki was pulled into a mission, and it just kept getting extended week after week. You worked for Tony and occasionally for SHIELD, you hated Hydra, but this time the hate was personal. 

Those damned creatures kept Loki away from you, kept you from his glorious dick, how dare they!

Private Number : Prepare yourself, I won’t be stopping this time, little pet. -L

You knew exactly who this was, your heart started beating fast receiving his text like this, was the wait over? Although you decided to tease him a little bit.

You : who dis?Private Number : You are asking for trouble y/n, you know perfectly well “who dis” is.You : idk, it’s been so long, i might have forgotten Private Number : I see, perhaps my little dove needs a thorough reminding.

Him addressing you as “his” little dove made your heart soar. You have been working with him for so long, but didn’t realize that he even saw you as a friend let alone “his”. This was a conversation for future you. Much much later in the future, after you get a ride on his glorious, beautiful cock, mmm, definitely after that. Your thighs rubbed against each other, you would definitely not mind Loki “reminding” you. Though you didn’t know how much of anything you would retain once he started to fuck you.

You : When will u be back??Loki : Eager are we?

You imagined he must be chuckling lightly at your desperation.

Loki : Soon enough dove. And until then, you will save your sweet nectar for me and only me. Not even your own fingers should have a taste of what is mine!

Oh god, you were already desperate for him, using your own fingers to mimic his, trusting you silicon friend more often than not, and he wanted you to wait?

You : 😭😭Loki : Are you that happy?You : Wats there to be happy abt? U r being unfair.

You waited for him to say something but figured he was busy or maybe he didn’t deem this important enough to discuss. His word was final, he was letting you torture yourself, make you wait. You receive occasional texts from him, which did not help at all.

Loki : I am having the finest chocolate and I still want you on my tongue.Loki : Darling, do you know the traffic light system?You : ???Loki : Hmm, I suggest you look into it...

??? Seriously, what was this man thinking? You were now concerned for your safety. But the idea of Loki going feral on you turned you on more than it scared you. An inner voice told you that you should probably seek help, but, when have you listened to it when it concerned Loki?

After a week or so, you fell into a routine with him, texting him whenever you got some time. On days when he didn’t text you, you worried. And then patiently waited, hoping he was well. But it was impossible for you to wait, you almost went against his words to relieve yourself, but stopped at the very end. Then one day you were not so lucky, and very very very desperate. Your will power broke, and you had one of the best orgasms in a while, almost as good as the ones Loki gave you. The waiting does add to the intensity.

But now you are scared. You knew you cannot lie to Loki, he is the god of lies, but you didn’t want to confess to him either. You were already in this arrangement because you were going through his stuff behind his back, and now you broke his rule.

As a few days passed the guilt ate you from the inside, so you confessed to him over text. His reply was worse than anything you could have expected. It was an “OK.”, that too with a full stop! You were expecting him to reprimand you, but this meant only one thing, that he will take care of this matter when he arrives.

Loki : My place, right now.

This is the text you had been waiting for! Fcking finally. Finally some fucking! The last two weeks took a toll on you, not only did you abide by Loki’s rule and were super frustrated, you were also anxious about how Loki would punish you, for breaking his rule.

You were prepared for this evening for a very long time, you even bought a new pair of dark green lingerie for him.

As you walked towards his door, it hit you. The delicious smell, coming from his place, filled the whole corridor. Did he get you food? Before you even knocked the door, he opened it (damn his god powered hearing).

You immediately went in for a hug. “I missed you! You took too long for this!”. His hands wrapped around you, pulling you into him, then you felt him breathing you in. “And we both know that you lack any patience…” he whispered into your hair, which made you stiffen immediately, prompting a chuckle out of him.

(To be continued)

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Wouldn't Loki join in?

Loki, visiting the squad: Hello, I just came to-

Loki: *sees Y/N shoving Bucky into the washing machine while Sam records, and Tony watches*

Loki: *Leaving slowly* something suddenly came up...

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Ohhh I love the dynamic, them addressing each other with sweet nicknames to check in and then switching to ma'am and captain for more spicy stuff. COMMUNICATION YES!

Captain’s Orders - Steve x YN 🍆⛓️🥰

Summary: You ask Steve Rogers to overpower you. He does, in his old-fashioned way.

Contains: Dom Steve pretending to be something between an asshole 1940s husband and an army general. Dub-con if you squint. Cuddly aftercare.

Warnings: Strong kinky themes from the outset. Consensual abuse of power and physical strength (may trigger). References to slapping. Intense verbal degradation. Outdated gender roles and misogyny – the feminism will leave your body, you have been warned.

Words: 2,200

“How do you feel about spanking?”

A furrowed brow looked up over his mission report. “Giving or receiving?”

“You. Spanking me.”

“Oh.”

“What do you think?”

“No. I can’t do that.” Matter of fact in his tone, he continued reading. “I’m sorry.”

“What can you do?”

He placed the papers down on the table, looking at you with the stern authoritarian expression you had grown to love. “What’s this about?” He ended his question with your name. You loved the way it sounded when he said your name.

“I mean…. we’re always very…. athletic…. in bed. And I love that. I do. I guess I just want to switch things up a bit.”

“Huh.” He stood, perching his ass on the side of the boardroom table. “And what’s it about, really?”

“Being overpowered by you.” You bit your lip.

“Got it. You want me to be a dominant?”

You frowned. “How do you know about that?”

“Loki and I have had some… interesting conversations over the years.” He smirked, recalling the delicious tales the Asgardian gifted him with over a beer of a Sunday morning.

“Now see that,” you gestured, pointedly, “is something I would love to hear more about.”

His throat scoffed out a laugh, looking away from you and smiling. “I’m sure you would.” He looked back, cocking his head towards himself, his tone soft and affectionate. “Come ‘ere.”

You walked to him, raising your shoulders meekly, your cheeks dimpling with a smile, causing him to blush. You walked around the table cautiously, dragging a fingertip along the wood. When you reached him, you stood in between wide open thighs. He placed a hand on your lower back to pull you closer. “Look, I’m…. I’m not gonna hurt ya. Even if it’s just pretend.” You pouted at his words. “But….” a finger raised, “I can meet you halfway.”

“Oh yeah?” You squinted at him in playful challenge. “And how do you propose to do that?”

“Well, err….” He scratched the back of his head and looked down, as though he were committing a sin for even thinking about it. “I could, umm…. I could, I suppose….” It felt wrong. So wrong. He was gifted his strength to use for good. And only for good. This wasn’t honourable. Maybe that’s why his jeans tightened at the thought. He raised his chin up confidently, exposing his muscular neck. “I could overpower you. Physically.”

Oh God…..

He noticed you swallow. He might be old-fashioned, but he could take a hint. He ran with this new persona. “I could use my strength. Pin you down so you…. so you couldn’t move.”

“Mmm hmm,” you mustered a noise. “And what else?”

“I c-could - ” He pause to find his poise. “I would give orders. And you would take my lead.”

“You would do that for me?”

He leaned down, brushing hair from your flushed skin, whispering. “You know I might even enjoy it.”

You glanced at the boardroom table.

“Not here, though.”

“Your bedroom, Captain?”

He blushed, biting his lip before looking up and regaining his authority. “My bedroom, Ma’am. 08:00 sharp.”

“You will obey my orders. You will address me as Captain, or Captain Rogers only. Is that clear?”

“Yes Captain.” You sat on the edge of his bed as instructed, your hands resting daintily in your lap.

“Good.” He walked around the bed, glancing at your back, testing the waters in this new play.

You had talked about it. He couldn’t use any force, no matter how much you craved it. He could hurt you. Really hurt you. So he would have to use his words.

You wanted to feel smaller than him. He had an idea of how he could achieve that. It was more psychological than physical. He thought it safer. He only prayed that he wasn’t crossing a line.

It was time to test how far he could push that boundary.

“And…. we’ll have none of that 2020’s women’s rights nonsense. Got it?”

God this feels so wrong yet so right…..

“Y-yes Captain.”

“Where’s a woman’s place?” He paced around you, slowly. As instructed, you didn’t look up.

“I-In the kitchen, Captain Rogers?” Your tone up-ticked at the end, posing a question.

“That’s right Ma’am.” He leaned down, hands on his knees, smirking. You felt a firm hand grab your chin, lifting your gaze up to his sightline. “And there’s nowhere else a pretty face like you should be. Just the kitchen, and the bedroom. You got it?”

“Y-yes.”

“Yes what?” He cocked his head. The steely look in his eyes made you question if he was about to deliver a strong back hand. Steve Rogers would never. But imagining he could….

“Y-yes Captain.”

“Good girl.” He began to unbuckle the belt of his jeans, his back to you now, athletic ass giving you a show. “Lay down on the bed.”

“Yes Captain.” You shifted back over the top of the duvet, laying down flat on your back, hands on your stomach. You swallowed, hard.

“Take off your panties. Place them on the floor. Keep your dress on.”

“Yes Captain.”

He turned, cock in his hand, pleasuring himself to the sight of you. “You’re such a good fuckin’ girl.”

The bed dipped as he kneeled on it. In moments, he was on top of you, knees either side of your hips. “Hands up.”

You placed them up in surrender, almost wanting to giggle. He nearly broke character, his lips quirking at the corners. He folded his arms, hard cock bobbing beneath him. “Place your hands above your head, Ma’am.”

“Yes Captain….”

He leaned down, placing his hand around your wrists. He began to add pressure. Whispering, he asked, “Is that okay?”

“Yeah.”

“Can you move?”

You tried. You couldn’t. You shook your head.

“Good. Is it enough, sweetie?”

“You can… you can squeeze a little harder if you like, Steve.”

He added a little pressure. “Like this?”

“Yeah…”

“Okay. Ready?” He cleared his throat and dropped back into the character of the wartime misogynist. He sat upright, towering above you. “You can’t move, beautiful. And you’re not gonna.” He took his cock in his hand and stroked himself, more vigorously this time. “You’re gonna do exactly what I say. And you know why that is?”

“B-because you’re in charge, Captain Rogers.”

His heart swelled. So did his cock. “You got that right, sweet cheeks.” Firm hands pressed into the mattress as he lowered himself down. He squeezed his knees around you. “You’re not gonna come. You’re not gonna move. You’re not gonna so much as speak, unless you’re spoken to. You got it?”

Miraculously, you squeaked out a response. “Y-yeah.”

“Good girl. My… my pretty, stupid little girl.”

Your Steve valued your intelligence. Your wit. Your strength. Your independence. But this Steve? This Steve treated you as though you were a brainless cock-drunk moron.

And you didn’t hate it.

Your two active brain cells were jolted together by the sensation of Steve entering you, firmly thrusting into you without warning. He wasn’t harsh. But he wasn’t gentle, either. His brows knitted together, lips mouthing You okay? You nodded.

He thrust in and out of you, the punishing grip of his knees on the sides of your thighs never relenting, pinning you in place. You anticipated nothing but groans and ragged gasps. But Steve had another treat in store. As his hips bucked back and forth, cock entering you like a piston, jeans slung low over his hips, he asked you a series of questions.

“Who’s the leader of the Avengers?” His head tilted back, creases forming around his eyes as he squeezed his lids tight shut.

“You are, Captain.”

“Who’s in ch-charge?” He grunted after the last word.

“Y-you are, Captain.”

“Who’s gonna…. oh god…..” He eyelids flashed open for a second, eyes rolled back, out of it. “And who’s gonna rail you like you’ve never been r-railed?”

“You are, Captain.”

“You’re damn right.” He leaned down over you, one hand releasing your wrists to adjust the roll of his shirt sleeves. His forearms flexed in the process, before returning his grip around your delicate slim wrists.

Despite your best efforts to obey, you reached up and grabbed a handful of his shoulder, the muscle moving underneath your touch as he rocked back and forth into you, his arm trembling with the force of holding up his own body weight. Underneath his dress shirt, his abs flexed.

Not that you could see them.

You whined in frustration.

“So dumb you can’t even follow orders, huh? Even a slutty army secretary can do that.”

You bit your lip. Being verbally degraded by Steve Rogers was everything.

You felt heat rise in your cheeks, snaking its way through your body and having no escape other than through your lips. You moaned again. “Pl-please. Please, Steve.”

“Please… what?” He squeezed your wrist to punctuate his point.

“Please, Captain.”

“Captain who?”

“Captain Rogers. Please.”

“No. Wait for my word. Got it?” His tone remained authoritative, yet hopeful. He wasn’t going to drag this out. You were grateful. But it wasn’t mercy. He craved his release as much as you. His thighs trembled with the force of holding back the torrent of release he had inside for you.

“G-god….” He groaned, chest heaving, continuing the rhythmic movement of his hips.

“Pl-please…. I can’t…. I can’t….”

And you really couldn’t. You bit down on your lip, harder this time. Mercifully, he gave his command.

“I need you to come. That’s an order.”

You obeyed, relaxing fully and feeling the warmth of climax rush through your veins, pleasure exploding in every cell of your being. The Captain’s breath came in sharp through his lips, exhaling just as abruptly, as he began to come inside of you. He groaned. Long, needy, desperate. You watched as he came undone, feeling as though your stomach had dropped right out of your body.

As his form became weak from release, he lowered himself to his elbows, your wrists long since surrendered from his unrelenting grip. His head remained bowed. In prayer, or in surrender, you weren’t sure. You stroked his back, obscenely strong back muscles rippling under your loving touch. You didn’t realise until he spoke, but he maintained his charade as the dominant army general.

“Is there anything I can get you, baby?” You asked sweetly.

“Yeah.” He had one last demand before he pulled out of you. “Make me a sandwich.”

“I went too far didn’t I? With the 1940’s thing?” A half hour later, you cuddled with him on the sofa, roles returning to reality, all masks long-since dropped.

“The feminism left my body for a second there, not gonna lie.”

“God, I knew I went too far.” He shook his head, berating himself, hand pressed firm over his mouth as though he were preventing any insulting words from spilling out.

“Don’t worry about it. I’m just gonna kick your ass at training tomorrow, that’s all.”

“That’s fair.” He chewed on his lip. “You know, I had no idea I could be such an asshole.”

“It was probably very therapeutic for you.” You looked over your shoulder at him. He looked down, lovingly, drawing circles over your thighs. “You don’t have to be perfect all the time.”

“Yeah. But it doesn’t make it right.”

“Oh well. As long as you know your place, Captain.”

He blushed.

“Where is your place, Captain?” you challenged.

“Underneath you.” You yelped as he lay back and pulled you on top of him.

“No! I gotta go….” Palms pressed flat on his chest as you pushed yourself up.

“Hang on. Where you going?” He sat up on his elbows, a forlorn expression etched into his handsome features.

You glanced over your shoulder with all the confidence of a woman who had been deliciously fucked and verbally degraded by a living legend. “You’ll see.”

You disappeared around the corner into the galley of the kitchen. Steve had his suspicions. He hoped he was wrong. He worried his bottom lip between his teeth as his sat in the large sectional sofa in the middle of the open-plan kitchen space, one arm wrapped around his middle, the other lifted, propping up his chin on his fist. The backs of his knuckles grazed his lips roughly. You emerged five minutes later, presenting a plate to him before walking around the sofa behind him, reaching down to touch him literally anywhere.

You whispered in his ear, hands placed on his shoulders, coquettishly running your palms down his pecs. “Prosciutto and English mustard on rye. Just how you like it.”

He held the plate aloft as though it didn’t belong to him. “Honey I really didn’t mean…”

“I know you didn’t. But that’s why I made it. Call it a little thank you for earlier.”

“Alright, alright. But there’s one condition.” Without so much as looking, he lifted his arms up, lowered them into a tricep press position, grabbed you firmly by the waist and flipped you over the back of the sofa and onto his lap. He held the plate firmly in his hands and handed you one half of his sandwich. “On the condition that we share.”

Your sweet, gorgeous, thoughtful Steve was back. You loved it.

And part of you missed the other guy.

“Aw but I made this for you.”

“You did. And we’re gonna share it.” He lowered his gaze seriously as he urged you to take half of the sandwich. His lips pulled up into a smirk before he winked. “Captain’s orders.”

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