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Marvel
Series
A Few Weeks (Finished): Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 (Final)
Summary: Stuck in a house with Stan, Evans and Hiddleston
Do As Told (In progress): Part 1 Part 2
Summary: Loki and Thor are arguing - you step in and end up siding with Thor when you should’ve sided with Loki.
Yes Sir (In progress): Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5
Summary: After a deal you have to call Loki “sir” for a week.
One Shots
Naughty Night
You and Nick Bosa decide to make some noise in the apartment.
What A Shame
Summary: Bucky has a shitty girlfriend and soon realizes he should be with you.
May I Have This Dance
Summary: Reader has a boyfriend who cheated. Bucky helps her get through it.
A Family Thing (Dormant): Part 1
Summary: The daughter and sister to hockey legends and a famous family tree falls for the smartest player in the game.
🔥 Protective tension, first kiss, mask off, gloves off, smut on 🔥
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You didn’t sleep.
Not after that.
You lay in bed, hot and aching, sheets tangled between your legs, his voice on repeat in your head:
“When I take you, love… it won’t be quick.”
You should’ve been pissed. You should’ve stormed down the hall and demanded he finish what he started.
But you were too busy replaying the way his hand had hovered just above your skin — like touching you would break something in him.
---
The next morning, he was gone.
No word. Just a note.
"Be back."
And a steaming mug of coffee waiting for you on the counter.
You sipped it, slow, savoring the bitter warmth and the ache between your thighs.
*Bastard.*
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**Three days.**
That’s how long Ghost stayed gone.
You told yourself you didn’t care.
You trained. You cooked. You yelled at the sheep outside.
You did *not* daydream about his voice in your ear or his hand between your thighs.
(You did. Constantly.)
When he finally came back — wind-swept, blood-smeared, silent — you nearly exploded.
He didn’t even speak. Just went to his room, stripped off his gear, and hit the shower like nothing had happened.
But something *had* happened.
And you weren’t letting him walk away from it this time.
---
You found him in the hallway. Still damp from the shower, towel slung around his neck, sweatpants hanging loose on his hips.
You didn’t hesitate.
You walked straight up to him, and shoved him back against the wall. (He let you honestly)
His eyes flared — surprise, heat, something raw.
“Say it,” you hissed.
He didn’t pretend not to know. “Say what, love?”
“That you want me. That you’ve wanted me since day one. That you nearly broke when you walked away.”
Silence. Heavy. Tense.
Then:
“I dream about you,” he said. Voice wrecked. “Every night. In my bed. In the field. Fuck—*everywhere.*”
Your pulse skyrocketed.
“I’ve touched myself thinking about you with your mouth around me. Thought about bending you over that kitchen counter so many times it’s become a problem.”
You blinked.
Then smirked. “So do something about it.”
And that’s when Ghost snapped.
---
He grabbed you — hands in your hair, mouth crashing into yours. The mask was still on, but you didn’t care. You kissed him like you were starved, like he was the first breath after drowning.
He lifted you without effort, legs around his waist, back slamming into the wall with a thud. His mouth moved to your neck, mask scratching lightly against your skin, his voice ragged between kisses.
“You don’t know what you’ve done to me, sweetheart…”
“Then show me,” you gasped.
He stilled.
Then—slowly, reverently—he pulled back and reached up.
And for the first time, *removed the mask.*
Your breath caught.
He was beautiful.
Sharp jaw, full mouth, eyes dark with everything he’d held back.
No more hiding.
No more walls.
Just Simon.
His voice was bare now, no filter, no armor. “You sure?”
You cupped his face, thumb brushing the line of his cheekbone. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”
---
He carried you to his bed like you were breakable — then showed you exactly how much you weren’t.
Clothes were stripped quickly byt carefully, like unwrapping something sacred. His hands roamed like he had all night to memorize you. Because he did.
When he slid between your thighs, he didn’t just *take*.
He worshipped.
His mouth on your skin, his fingers gentle but firm, teasing you until you were a breathy, shaking mess, begging for more.
And when he finally pushed inside you — thick, deep, overwhelming — he cursed under his breath and buried his face in your neck.
“Fuck—been wanting this for so long.”
You clung to him, moaning as he moved, deep and slow, grinding against you like he was trying to carve himself into your bones.
Every thrust was punctuated by the growl in his throat. The hand gripping your thigh. The kisses that turned frantic and filthy.
And when you came — trembling, gasping his real name — Simon, not Ghost — he followed right after, groaning like he’d finally found peace in the wreckage.
---
After, he didn’t speak. Just held you close, burying his face in your hair, breathing like he’d run for miles.
You broke the silence. “So… does this mean you like me?”
His laugh rumbled against your chest.
“Yea sweets something like that,” he muttered.
You blinked. “What?”
Tilting your chin to kiss you again, lazy and soft. “You’re mine now."
You didn’t expect to end up in a safehouse in the Scottish Highlands with a man known only as Ghost.
But after the mission in Prague went sideways — a betrayal inside your own team, a data leak, and one very near-death experience — HQ decided you were safer off-grid. And apparently, so was Ghost.
So now you were stuck here. With him.
The man didn’t speak much. He moved like smoke, all stealth and muscle, wrapped in black tactical gear even though the only enemies nearby were sheep and moss-covered rocks.
You weren’t sure what his deal was. But you were sure of a few things:
He always wore the mask. Even in the safehouse. Even at breakfast.
He had a voice that could melt glass — all grit and low London rasp.
And he looked at you like he was sizing you up for a coffin. Or a bed. Maybe both.
The days were quiet, too quiet. You trained. Cooked. Read files. Waited.
He barely spoke. But he watched.
When you bent over to tie your boot, his eyes tracked the curve of your ass.
When you laughed at something on your tablet, he stared for a second too long.
And when you trained with him in the back room — sparring, grappling, sweating — his hands always lingered. Not inappropriate. Just… aware. Like he noticed every inch of you. Like he was memorizing it.
You pushed him. Teased him.
“You always this quiet, Ghost?”
“You got a name under that skull?”
“Or are you just afraid I’ll beat your ass in sparring again?”
That earned a glint in his eye. And once — just once — a smirk.
“Careful,” he said, voice low and amused. “You play too much, love.”
But he never touched you.
Not like you wanted him to.
Until the night you snapped.
You were restless, pacing the kitchen in your sleep shirt — which, let’s be honest, was barely a shirt at all — when Ghost came in from the cold.
He paused in the doorway. Tension flickered across that mask. His eyes swept your bare legs, the hem of your shirt riding high on your thighs, no bra.
You raised your brows. “What? You’ve seen worse on the field.”
His voice was a growl. “Not the same.”
Your heart thumped. “Then say it.”
He stepped forward, slow and measured. “Say what?”
“That you’ve been looking.”
Silence pulsed between you.
Then: “Of course I’ve been fucking looking.”
He said it like a confession. Like a threat. Like he’d been holding it in for weeks and finally let it crack.
You barely had time to breathe before he was in front of you, one gloved hand brushing your jaw, the other hovering just above your waist — not quite touching.
“You think I don’t want to?” he rasped. “You think I haven’t imagined what you sound like when you come on my finger or cock screaming my name?”
Your stomach dropped.
“But I don’t take unless I’m sure,” he continued, voice dark and low. “So if you want this — want me — you say it. Because once I start, your mine.”
Your voice was barely a whisper. “Then don’t stop.”
He froze. Eyes locked to yours. Mask still on, but something wild flashing behind it.
But instead of slamming you against the counter like you expected (wanted), he stepped back.
His restraint was a threat. A promise.
“Not tonight,” he said, voice strained. “Not when I’m this close to losing control. When I take you, love…” He leaned in, mouth brushing your ear through the mask. “It won’t be quick.”
You and Nick decide to make some noise for the night.
TW: Daddy Kink, SMUT, P in V, No Condom (wrap it before you tap it).
Word Count: 2475
You hadn't been dating Nick long. He had bumped into you a few months ago at a coffee shop and slipped the coffee all down the front of you. He had offered to buy you a new cup, get your clothes dry-cleaned, and an absurd amount of apologies. That turned into chatting for several hours and him asking to take you to dinner in a few days. The rest was history. You had been dating him ever since.
Tonight was the charity night for Nick's football team, the Forty-Niners. He told you it was a black tie event, and you were pleased to get so dressed up. You had gone dress shopping a few weekends prior and found the most sultry black dress. It was floor-length with a hip-high split with the slightest hint of gold detail. The neckline was a pointed sweetheart that plunged with a V down to your rib cage. This wasn't the first going out with Nick in public or meeting his teammates, but this was the first time there would be lots of publicity. You would be photographed with Nick and wouldn't step out in anything that made you feel less than the villain in your own movie. You finished the look with your hair in Hollywood waves and a simple black strapped stiletto.
The event started at 8, and promptly, at 7:15, there was a knock at your door. You opened the door to find Nick in a pitch-black tux that immediately made you horny.
"Hi, Handsome, you look amazing," you said, trying to not give in to the building need inside you.
"Damn, babe. You look incredible. It's a good thing I know how to fight 'cause you are going to be turning every man's head", he spoke while continually dragging his eyes up and down your body. He started to move toward you and went in for a kiss. As you parted your lips and let his tongue in, it became a heated mess. A tiny gasp escaped you as he slid his arms around you, one going around your waist and the other sliding through the slit in your dress to find your ass and squeeze. Suddenly, you heard a throat clear loudly, and you both broke away from the kiss.
Nick seemed annoyed at the interruption and only turned his head to find Ralph, your next-door neighbor who had made several passes at you, to which you had repeatedly stated you were just friends. Ralph was what you called a cigarette man. He was thin and dressed like an intellectual, which was terrible. You just weren't particularly attracted to it. When it comes to romance, especially the bedroom, you like to be more submissive. Ralph was not dominant but more arrogant. He always assumed to be the smartest in the room and had no problem sharing his opinion. When you first moved into the building, Ralph had been fantastic. He helped you with the best places in the neighborhood to eat and tricks to living in San Francisco. He loved books and movies which you talked about a lot. He had become a great friend, but he started to want to be more than friends. He made several requests for dates, and slowly, you had stopped hanging out with him. The last time he had asked was after your first date with Nick, and you had become slightly annoyed at him not taking no for an answer so you had been even more honest and had told him he wasn't your type. You hadn't seen him much since then, but apparently, he decided to make an appearance, and Nick had left the apartment door wide open. You put a smile on your face and quickly stated, "Evening Ralph."
"Y/N," he grunted with a curt nod. "So I guess a hulking giant who likes public displays of affection is more your type," at that, Nick started to growl and let you go, ready to defend you, but you got there first.
"Yes, Nick is absolutely my type because he's big and strong but kind and caring. Sorry about the door we were just leaving," you quickly rushed out as you pulled Nick out of your apartment and locked the door, "we have a charity event tonight, so we won't be bothering you any longer. Have a good night!" You finished as you pulled Nick into the elevator that arrived quickly.
"Whatever, just be quiet when you return, I guess, since you will probably have a drunk gorilla to handle," Ralph replied with a rude and dismissive tone.
Luckily, the elevator doors closed before Nick could say or do anything.
"What is his problem?" Nick asked, clearly and understandably upset.
"I'm so sorry. He thinks highly of himself, and I told him the last time I saw him that he wasn't my type cause he wasn't taking just a plain no thank you as an answer to his date invitations. Please don't let him ruin the night. I am so excited."
"Ruin my night. I don't want him to ruin yours. I couldn't care less what he says about me."
You signed with relief and let a slow smile slip across your face.
"He hasn't now. I believe we were in the middle of something…" you started to say, but then the elevator dinged. The doors slid open to the lobby of your apartment, "Oh darn, I guess we will have to continue later." You whispered while giving him a quick peck on the cheek.
Nick started to pull you out of the lobby with your arm wrapped around his. He suddenly pulled you in front of him with his chest to your back and whispered, "You are a tease and will be paying for that later." You just smiled and hoped the event passed by rather quickly.
The charity ball was beautifully decorated but a little overwhelming. There were cameras and reporters everywhere, not to mention the hands of team owners, coaches, and sponsors to shake and be introduced to. Once the formalities were taken care of, the party really picked up, though. The live band was a great cover band that covered many amazing songs. Nick wasn't the most graceful dancer but would use any excuse to keep you close in his arms. Eventually, the night started to wind down, and you were both ready to go. The song had gotten progressively more sultry, and you were both prepared to be in the privacy of your apartment.
Walking into your lobby, Nick struggled to keep his hands off you.
"God, I hope they don't have cameras in the elevator, he growled, flexing his hands on your ass, waiting for it to come down. However, the lobby doors opened right as the elevator doors dinged, and in walked Ralph with his crusty white dog, "Rupert." Nick didn't remove his hands from you but moved them from your ass to your waist. Ralph didn't say anything but made a sound of disgust and silently stood beside you in the elevator. You could feel the awkwardness and felt like something should be said, but all you could think of was to wish Ralph and Rupert a good night as you walked off the elevator. Ralph didn't turn around. Just rudely called, "Keep it down tonight, will ya?" over his shoulder, then slammed his apartment door. Neither one of you really worried about it because you were again alone.
While you tried to unlock your apartment door, Nick had his lips on your neck, slowly kissing a trail from behind your ear to your shoulder. You were struggling to focus but finally got the door unlocked. You both tumbled inside. You started to lean forward to lean on the couch to take your heels off, but Nick grabbed you and pulled you into the front door, twisting to push you up against it. He used one hand to pin your hands above your head and the other to grab your chin.
"You were naughty earlier if I remember correctly, and decided it was a good idea to tease me."
"No, I was not trying to tease you. I was asking where we had left off and was interrupted."
"Oh, so that can be explained, but what do you have to say about deciding to wear that delicious dress. Because I know you wouldn't be able to wear panties with a slit that high." He accused as he tested his theory and moved his hand to the front of you under the dress and was proven correct.
You gasped as his fingers grazed over your center. Unable to answer, he answered himself.
"That's what I thought, you naughty naughty girl. Now I want you to slip that pretty dress off and walk your sexy ass to your bed. Then I want you to climb in on your hands and knees and put your hands on the headboard. Do you understand, princess?"
You were putty in his hands, unable to form words. You just shook your head.
" No, princess, use your words."
"Yes, Daddy, I understand."
"Good girl, now go."
And with that, he pulled away from you. You slipped the dress off and let it fall to the floor, then strutted (obviously, you would put on a show) to your bedroom, put your hands on the wall, and spread your legs slightly. You may like to act dumb, but you knew what Nick wanted. He wanted to see you in a bra and stilettos in one of his favorite positions.
You heard him walk in and groan at the sight before him.
"Fuck princess, you really are perfect." He had undone his belt, pulled his jacket and tie off, buttoned his shirt a little, and rolled his sleeves up. You jumped and got goosebumps when you felt his fingers against your thighs. They slowly reached your pussy, and suddenly Nick plunged two fingers into you. You moaned out at the intrusion, "Fuck Daddy so good."
"Yea, does my princess like when I play with her wet pussy?"
"Oh fuck… yess, it's so good." You could already feel yourself getting close to cumming. You had been getting worked up all night, and now you wanted to let it all out.
"Daddy, I need you in me. I want you to use me," you begged.
Apparently, Nick wasn't in the mood to tease either because he pulled his fingers out and then was gone for a second. But then you felt his cock against your clit, and Nick was wrapped around your back.
"You sure you're ready, princess? I didn't play with you like I usually do."
"Fuck yes, I have been wanting you all night."
That was all Nick needed to hear. He plunged into you. He wasn't small at all, and usually, he would make you cum once on his fingers to make sure you were ready before sticking his cock in you. Nick gave you a few moments to adjust and then slowly started to move. You both couldn't hold back the loud moans that resulted from the sensation. He intertwined his hands with yours on the headboard and kissed any skin he could get close enough to. Nick started to move at a faster pace, and you could feel yourself getting close.
"That's it, sweet girl. I can feel you squeezing me. I know you're close; no asking tonight, just come for me. I want all that cum on my cock." He continued to pump into you. He let go of one of your hands and found your clit. He only had to rub one or two circles, and you were cumming. Nick slowed his pace slightly and fucked you through the orgasm until you calmed somewhat.
"There she is. There, my princess. You made such a mess. Look at how dirty you made my fingers."
Without thought, you opened your mouth and took his fingers, sucking and licking them clean.
"Such a good girl. Knew what I wanted, and I didn't even have to ask. Now flip over, sweet girl. I want to watch your face as I make you cum again."
Nick pulled out of you for a second to let you turn around and slide down the bed to rest your head on the pillow. Once settled, Nick slipped back in but didn't move.
Worried, you asked, "Is something wrong? Do we need to stop?"
"NO! .. Sorry, no, no, not at all. Nothing is wrong. In fact, I was just thinking how perfect everything is. You, us, tonight everything." With that, he kissed you deeply, wrapping one of his arms around you and holding himself up with the other. You started to squirm under him, ready for him to move. He broke the kiss and smiled.
"Okay, okay, I know." He started to move again and kept his eyes glued to you. He was holding on to your bed frame and was ready for both of you to cum.
"Fuck handsome just like that. "
"Shit princess, you are so sexy."
"Shit I love when you fuck me like this."
"You are taking my cock so well."
"I'm yours, baby; use me."
Nick's pupils were blown, and a dark smile grew on his face with that. "that's right, princess, you are mine. And I am gonna make sure everyone in this fucking building knows it."
"You like when I tell you you're mine."
"Yes, Daddy, I'm yours.
"Yea, and who does this pussy belong to?" he asked while pounding into you, shaking the headboard with each thrust.
"Yours, Daddy! It belongs to you. Fuck Daddy, don't stop. I want your cum daddy."
With that, Nick cam while still thrusting into you. He took a few deep breaths and slowly pulled out from you. You winced as he pulled out. You were certainly going to be sore tomorrow. Nick rolled off the bed and went to the bathroom. A few moments later, he returned with a damp cloth and gently cleaned you up.
"Alright, pretty girl, that was just a temporary clean. We need to get in the shower." You smiled as you saw him offering his hand and took it. You both quickly showered and climbed into bed, exhausted from the night's activities.
The next morning, you woke to find Nick's arm slumped across your midsection. You slowly slipped out from under neither it and threw on some sweats to go out and grab a coffee. When you closed the apartment door, you turned around to find Ralph and Rupert again. When Ralph saw you, his face went bright red, and you remembered that he shared the bedroom wall of your apartment. He quickly entered his apartment without making eye contact or saying anything. You giggled to yourself and walked to the elevator.
Summary: You are the assistant to Matt Murdock and he just can’t stand not having you.
Warnings: None. Wrap it before you tap it though kids.
Word Count: 1k
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Being Matt Murdock's assistant was something. It was sometimes entertaining, like when he would make jokes under his breath or say a dry one-liner that you knew was a joke, but most others couldn't figure out. It was surprising. It always caught you off guard how perceptive he was without being able to see. But mostly, it was painful because, just like almost every other woman that met Matt, you were painfully attracted to him. He had the nice guy on the streets, the dirty bad boy in the sheet vibe. He was confident but not cocky, and he had this swagger about him that made my panties wet every time she saw him. You were sure he was aware because how could he not be, but it went unspoken and didn't make things awkward, so you kept doing the job because, honestly, you loved it.
Today was no different than any other day.
Busy with meetings and paperwork, which made the day fly by, it was about time to head out when you walked into Matt's office and asked, "Need anything before I head out for the day?" He said something under his breath, but you couldn't catch it.
"What?" you asked, wanting to ensure it wasn't something you were supposed to take care of.
Matt smiled, "Nothing, Y/N, get home and relax. I'm not too far behind you myself."
You walked back to your desk, sent out a few last emails, grabbed your purse and coat, and headed for the door. You were too busy looking for your phone, not focused on where you were going, when you bumped into Matt and started to fall backward. Matt grabbed you around the waist and pulled you to him. You took a deep breath at the sudden movement and shock of possibly falling, which was a mistake because you could smell his cologne. Whiskey and spices it was intoxicating, and your body immediately reacted. Your nipples hardened, and the wet spot in your panties grew. Matt's hands flexed at your waist, then he stepped back, making sure you were steady.
"You should be careful where you're going. Lucky I was here to catch you."
You were at a loss for words. Matt had never touched you so much. Yes, he had held your arm, using you as a guide, but that was all. His hands on your waist squeezing ever so slightly was an overwhelming amount of stimulus mixed with the smell of him and your already developed crush.
Stuttering, you said, "Agreed, I'm so sorry I bumped into you. Thank you for catching me."
Matt smiled back and winked, holding the door open.
"Go ahead. I think I left my phone at my desk." You turned around and called over your shoulder, "Good night, Matt! See ya tomorrow."
You were bending over your desk trying to find your phone when you felt hands on your waist.
You jumped but immediately heard matt's voice in your ear, "Calm kitten, it's just me." You were frozen to the spot. Did he really just call you that, and were his hands on you again.
His voice interrupted your thoughts again, "Kitten did I tell you how beautiful you look today in that little pencil skirt?"
You hesitated and stuttered but eventually spit out a very quiet, "Um, n..no you didn't" Tsk tsk tsk.
“How rude of me because Kitten, you look delicious in it.”
If you were in shock before, you were dead now because Matt Murdock just called you delicious. He pulled your hair over your shoulder and started placing soft open-mouthed kisses up your neck and the pulse point by your jaw. A slight moan escaped you, and you gripped the desk to keep yourself upright. Matt smiled against your neck and pulled your hips against his. He had put his coat, cane, and briefcase back in his office.
You got your thoughts together enough to asked the million-dollar question, "Matt...what is... this? I'm... I work... for ...for you."
Matt's mouth was right against your ear, whispering, "Kitten, I know you want me. I can smell you every time I make you laugh. Fuck, I've wanted you since you started working here, but having you in my arms just now, I want more of that, and I don't care about anything else."
He bit at your neck and slid his hands toward your breast as he finished speaking.
"What do you want, Kitten? You want daddy to take care of you?"
If you had any resolve or hesitation left, it was gone, "Yes, daddy. Please fuck yes."
Matt pulled your hips against him up and down, letting you feel how hard he was. Then he turned you around and pulled your lips to his. The kiss was hungry and desperate full of lust and desire. He palmed your ass and squeezed hard. You gasped at it, which gave Matt access to your chest. He yanked your shirt open and threw it to the side. He attached his lips to your breast pulling your bra down and exposing your hardened nipples. He bit and sucked on one while flicking and pinching the other. You were dizzy from the feeling of Matt's mouth on you. You pulled him up, wanting to touch him just as his mouth was on yours again as you pulled his tie off and undid his shirt. You palmed Matt over his pants, and you saw something in him change.
"Sorry, Kitten, I really wanted to take my time with you, but I need to be in you now."
He turned you around before you could say anything, pulled your skirt up to your waist, and bent you over your desk. You heard a belt and a zipper, then felt Matt pull your panties down. He rubbed the tip of his cock through your folds to spread your juices, then, without warning, Matt slammed into you. His control was breaking the feeling of your soft skin. The quiet moans and pleas you were making mixed with your smell had him ravenous. You nearly screamed when he slid in. He was large and wasn't holding back. His pace was intense and had you already on the edge of your orgasm.
"Fuck Kitten, you're tight." he groaned.
You clenched around him, ready to fall over the edge.
"That's right, baby cum for me. Cum for daddy."
That pushed you over the edge. You cried out as he fucked you through your orgasm.
"Fuck daddy, you feel so good. Can I have your cum? Daddy, please."
Matt didn't know you had it in you but hearing you beg for his cum was the last straw. He spilled his cum into you fucking it in deeper. Finally stopping. Both of you were out of breath, half-dressed, and covered in cum. Slowly Matt pulled out of you and returned moments later with a wet paper towel from the bathroom. He had cleaned himself up and wiped away the stickiness from you. He did up his pants only then focused on getting you tidied up. He pulled your underwear off and put it in his pocket.
"Hey, those are mine, and I need them."
He straightened your skirt and gave you a kick peck on your cheek, "I'm keeping them. I'll buy you a new pair."
You couldn't help but smile. "So this isn't a one-time thing then?" You asked, hoping it wouldn't be. " Kitten, I've only begun."
being thrown up against his car and having rough aggressive sex, just the hardest dicking down i’ve ever received in my life after a night that left him pent up uuuggghhhh 😩🤌
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he needs to release his stress and anger. Your hole is the best treatment to that 😏
Here is the start of the other version of this request:
Anonymous asked:
oof okay request - hear me out, loki finds out something about avenger!reader that she doesn’t want the others to know, but for his silence she has to agree to calling him “daddy” or “sir” or something embarrassing for the rest of the day and of course loki makes the absolute most out of it in front of the others
Hope you enjoy!
Warnings: A little choking.
"Are you scared?" Loki asked teasingly. He was looking at you from the door frame of your room, wearing his sly, clever smirk. He had found your vibrator hiding in your nightstand drawer. It wouldn't have been an issue if it wasn't neon pink and a rabbit vibrator. Although you knew you shouldn't be embarrassed, you were. You were relatively new to the team and didn't want to spill those kinds of secrets just yet. You could tell Loki was waiting for an answer. Sighing, you took the devil's deal, "Fine Loki. You have a deal. I will refer to you as daddy for the next 24 hours so that you won't tell this secret to anyone". You immediately felt your stomach flip. You just made a deal with Mr. Can't keep a deal to save his life. Loki strolled away, holding his shoulders and head high, having this new power over you. You flopped back on your bed and cursed yourself for leaving it in such a stereotypical place.
A few moments later, you heard Cap calling your name from the living room. You heaved yourself up off the bed and dragged your feet to the living room, where Loki would also be ready to make you answer him the first second he could. Sure enough, when you were in sight of the living room, your eyes immediately connected with Loki's.
"Hey Y/N, how old are you?" Cap asked from the chair he was in.
"Y/A. Why?" He didn't answer you, thought Nat just turned in her seat and yelled, " TOLD YA!" to Bucky. Bucky rolled his eyes and got up to go to his room. It was no offense to anyone. His social meter was completely dry. Lucky for you, it freed up a seat next to Nat instead of the one next to Loki. You went to sit down next to her dreading the moment that Loki addressed you. But it didn't seem to come. He just stayed silent and watched you squirm under his gaze. Eventually, Loki stood exiting the living room. Right when you thought you would be able to breathe a sigh of relief, he turned over his shoulder and asked, "Y/N, we didn't check with you. Would you be okay with Chinese food for dinner?" It was a simple enough question, but the simple enough answer wasn't simple for you. Because whether you answered yes or no, it had to end with that god-awful word "daddy." You gritted your teeth and ground out, "Yes, it is fine....daddy." Loki nodded his acknowledgment and walked out. Needless to say, everyone was staring at you, but no one dared ask or call you out. You thought to explain yourself but decided it was better to not and just leave it alone.
After a while, everyone seemed to move on and forget about the incident, at least for the time being. Dinner had come, and everyone was piled into the living room again, eating. You were aware that Loki was in the room but again was staying relatively quiet, that was until You laughed a little too much at Thor’s terrible joke. You didn't notice how much it irritated Loki, and unfortunately, it made Loki want to hear that word leave your mouth. He had purposely chosen that word because he wanted to listen to it on your tongue as much as possible. "Y/N, did you get enough to eat?"
You winced at the question but returned, "Yes, daddy, I did thank you."
"Good, I am glad. Would you like me to get you anything I am getting up?”
"No, daddy, I still have a drink, thank you." You could tell everyone in the room was now entirely focused on the two of you and this odd exchange. It was all you could do to not throw something at Loki's head. Nobody said anything, so you broke the silence by standing, excusing yourself, and walking to your room. You knew there would be whispers about why you were saying "daddy," but you didn't care. You weren't going to break. You had made it to your room when you heard a noise behind you. You turned to see Loki standing in the doorway, "Why did you run away? Everyone was so intrigued as to why you were calling me daddy?"
"I didn't run away. I excused myself - daddy."
"Oh, it certainly looked like running away. If you were upset, you could've just hidden behind my hilarious idiot brother", he sneered.
"You're jealous that I what, laughed at your brother's joke. Please, I knew you were always desperate for attention, but that's dumb even for you...daddy", you emphasized. Loki was on you in a flash. He had you pushed up against the wall with his hand wrapped around your throat. He moved his face to be centimeters away, "I am not jealous; I just want everyone to know what is mine." You didn't have time to register what he had said because he was crashing his lips into yours. He commanded the kiss with an intensity you hadn't expected. As much as you wanted to fight it, the kiss exploded, and it was terrific. You melted into it and let Loki take what he wanted. You went to wrap your arms around him, but he pulled his hand from your throat and used it with his other hand to pin your arms above you. He pulled away from the kiss, and you had to keep yourself from whimpering at the loss of the feeling. "You are my pet. You do what I tell you too. Understand?" You shook your head, not fully comprehending everything that was happening. "No, no, no pet, use your words," Loki whispered while softly biting and kissing your neck. You took a breathe and swallowed, trying to clear your head. "Yes, daddy, Yes, I understand."
"Excellent," Loki growled, "do not move." You stayed still with your hands pinned above you. Loki stepped back and admired your desperate form. He stepped forward, kissing you while grabbing your wrist and throat. He moved, kissing down your jaw bone to your neck and over to the pulse point behind your ear. "Aw, pet, you look lovely, all desperate and needy for me, but I have some reading to do." He pulled away, gave you one last kiss on the nose, and walked away, leaving you against the wall soaking wet and horribly horny. It was gonna be a long 24 hours at this rate, you thought with a sigh.
Hey friends! Here is part 2 to Do As Told. I think I might keep going with this one it is really challenging me creatively and I am all for that.
I should say that everything in this part is just smut that is it.
Word count 1203
Summary: After an argument between Loki and Thor about world domination and ruling humans. Loki decides to test the theory on you.
Y/N froze. She wasn't sure she was truly ready. The library had been world shatteringly good but here in the privacy of Loki's bedroom was far different. The ideas that started flooding her mind made a shiver race down her spine. She looked around the room. It was simple, mostly all black with pops of green. His bed was massive, covered in fluffy pillows and blankets. It looked comforting and warm, but the frame that held it was cold and heavy in the room. It was metal and created the feeling of a cage with all four posts going up and connecting in a square at the top. Y/N felt Loki's hand squeeze her side, and she realized she hadn't answered him. She wasn't sure she could find her words, so she just slowly nodded. Again, she wasn't sure she was ready, but she knew she wanted to find out.
She was pulled deep into Loki's chest with a searing hot kiss. His hands slid up from around her waist to her hair, giving it a yank making Y/N moan into Loki's mouth. Loki plunged his tongue into her mouth, stroking and pressing in more. He dominated the kissing, making Y/N's legs go numb, and the world around her disappear. Everything about him was commanding, the way he held her head, his lips moved against her, and the way his body loomed over Y/N. Loki started walking her back through the room till her knees hit the edge of the bed. She thought he would push her down onto it but instead turned and pulled her down, laying on top of him. She could feel his hard cock against her hip, and it made her grow wet with the idea. She broke the kiss for air and came up with a delicious idea. She sank to her knees and folded her hands in her lap, then looked up at Loki and asked, "May I please suck you, sir?" She wasn't sure who she had suddenly become to be so bold, but she knew that she had never felt more like herself. Loki sat up and looked down at his toy. She seemed so sweet, waiting for him to say yes. She obviously figured he would cause most men wouldn't turn it down, but Loki wasn't most men. Y/N got very nervous as Loki's smile grew devious. "No pet, you may not. Stand for me."
Y/N stood up right where she was, trying to hide confusion and disappointment in her face. Loki wanted to see all of her before anything else. He was dying to know if her nipples were the same soft pink as her lips. If her curves were just as smooth as they looked in her gown. He could tell Y/N was getting nervous under his scrutiny with the way she was starting to squirm, but he didn't care. He enjoyed it, actually. Making her wait, watching her get flustered only turned him on more. Finally, when he was ready, he instructed, "Strip little one." He then sat back and continued watching her. Y/N was nervous. She wasn't sure what to do. Taking off her clothes had only ever been a functional act. She slowly undid the laces at her side and let outer layers fall. Then she took the clip out of the fabric at her shoulder and let the whole dress fall to the floor. She was now down to just her panties. Her breasts were small enough that she usually didn't wear anything there. Loki nearly came on the spot. The sight of Y/N's creamy skin in nothing but her panties and her hair falling around her made her look so innocent and pure. He couldn't wait to change that. He stood and walked to her. He lifted his hand to her chin and tilted it to the side, exposing her neck to him. He slowly leaned in and kissed it softly, pulling a soft gasp from Y/N lips. He then scrapped the same spot with his teeth and finally bit down and started sucking. He was going to leave marks all over her. She was delicious, and he wanted everyone to know that. Y/N didn't dare move, although she wanted to. She wanted to stick her finger into Loki's hair and pull him into her further. He was driving her crazy. Assaulting her with kissing all around her. Licking, nipping, and sucking, marking her to anyone who would see her. She could feel her panties getting wetter and starting to make her thigh sticky. She tried to squeeze her thighs softly just a little to gain release, but Loki noticed immediately. He stopped what he was doing, pulled away, and growled, "Did I say you go do anything other than just stand here." Y/N shook her head, not sure what would happen. Loki's face was hard and untelling of any emotion. "Kneel pet." And Y/N immediately dropped to her knees again, not wanting to upset him. Loki undid his pants, "You wanted to be a dirty girl so badly fine. You can stay right there and let me fuck that soft little mouth of yours." Y/N was not about to admit that that was exactly what she wanted. She was dying to have him in her in any capacity possible. She opened her mouth as Loki came close but was smart enough not to lean towards him. He stuck his thumb in her mouth and pulled out her tongue, then set his heavy cock on it. "Is this what you wanted, dirty girl? My cock in your mouth?" Y/N slowly nodded but, aside from that, did nothing. She wanted to wrap her lips around him, but she didn't. Loki fisted his hand into her hair and shoved his cock down her throat. Y/N gagged around it, and her eyes started to water, but she loved the sensation. Loki was relentless. He was truly fucking her face. Pistoning his cock in and out of her throat and mouth, taking her how he would if it were her very wet center. Some precum leaked from his tip, and Y/N nearly came at the feeling of his salty seed sliding down her throat. Loki's rhythm stuttered, and with a few extra hard pumps, he cam down her throat. He was mesmerizingly handsome as he did so. The veins in his arms were bulging, and the hand that wasn't holding Y/N's head was now holding himself as he slowly pulled out.
"Stand up for me, darling," he whispered surprisingly soft. Y/N stood, and Loki pulled his hand from her hair and wiped the tear that had run down her cheeks. "You did so wonderfully for my pet. Are you okay?" Y/N was confused at his sudden change in demeanor. Loki obviously noticed and let the edge of his lips quirk up. "I need to know you are still okay with this before we continue." Y/N still didn't understand the shift, but she nodded. "No, right now, I need you to use your words." Y/N swallowed and shakily said, "Yes, I am okay to continue." "Good, now lay down on the bed. I am going to take care of my good girl."
Thank you to everyone who has hung in there with me during this series. Here is what was supposed to be part 5 and 6 (the final part) but I just went ahead and combined them.
Summary: You lost a bet with the God of Mischief and now payment is due but after a misunderstanding thing need to be cleared up.
Word Count: 1337
Warnings: Fingering and dirty talk.
Friday 10/8
Y/N woke with the strangest feeling. She couldn't tell if her memory was a dream from last night or an actual dream. It had seemed so real and so strange all at the same time. Had Loki really said that He had wanted her to be his? No, it had to have been a dream. There was no way. But if it was a dream, was it trying to tell her that her subconscious wanted to be Loki's.
Loki woke with a sinking feeling in his gut. It had taken so much of him to say that last night. He didn't ask for permission for things. He just took what he wanted, and he wanted Y/N. But he knew if he wanted her to truly be his that he needed her to agree.
Y/N had continued to toss and turn in bed after waking. She didn't want to get up. She was comfy, and she could tell she was going to be very sore today. Eventually, she dragged herself out of bed and to the shower. The hot water felt spectacular on her skin and helped the tension ease out of her muscles. When she was all pruney, she turned off the shower and wrapped herself and her hair in a towel. She padded into her room to get clothes for the day when she spotted it, a note taped to her door reading:
Pet,
I wished to explain further last night, but you were so tired. So I will make it simple. I want you to be mine. If you don't want that, I will understand. The bet is off, but your secret is safe with me.
- Loki
Y/N wasn't sure how she felt. Part of her was scared of what being Loki's meant, and the other part was excited. She plopped back down on the bed and fell back into it. She wished she still had her sister. She turned her head to stare at the yearbook sitting on the shelf. Then, in hopes of feeling closer to her sister, Y/N started asking herself questions like her sister would've.
Do you like him?
Hmmm, I guess ultimately yes, I do.
Then why are you not willing to do it?
Because he's obnoxious. As if Lily was actually there, she could see her sister's face turn skeptical. Okay, he's intense, and I don't know what he means by "mine."
Yes, you do. You aren't stupid. What else?
I'm afraid.
Why?
Because what if we end up hating each other and we cant work together.
You would learn to deal. What is it really that you are afraid of? Y/N immediately knew the answer but didn't want to admit it. Even to herself.
What if I can't be an avenger anymore. I want to make you proud, and I can't do that if I am not here. Tears started leaking down Y/N cheek.
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Loki wasn't sure what to expect from the day. He hoped that Y/N would see the note and come find him, but she could also see it and decide to throw it away and pretend it never happened. He wasn't expecting to see her sitting at the table eating breakfast with the yearbook in front of her, showing everyone. Instead, they were all gathered around her, listening to her talk.
"So, in other words, this is my sister Lily, and I am here to make her proud of me. I know she isn't here to see it, but I know from where ever she is, she is watching. Just as she finished speaking, everyone noticed Loki.
"Brother!! You must come to see this Y/N was a cheerleader when she was younger." Loki let himself be pulled over to the table. Y/N still hadn't looked up at him. He needed her to acknowledge him, so he asked, "Were you a good cheerleader Y/N?" Y/N laughed and closed the book, standing getting ready to put it away. Loki figured she wouldn't answer, but she turned and caught his eyes, saying, "Yes, sir, I was." Then, she left the room, trying to hide the grin she was developing from seeing the shock on his face. Hopefully, he would understand everything she was saying in that simple answer.
She was starting to get anxious that he hadn't understood the sentence when there was a knock at her door. She turned to see Loki standing leaning against the door frame.
"Mind if I come in?", He said with an expectant look on his face.
Y/N felt the nerves rush through her body. She shook her head no and said, "No sir," still trying to meet his eyes. Loki walked into her room and closed the door. Loki had a few things he needed to make sure of before anything else was said or done. He walked up to Y/N and pulled her chin up so her eyes would meet his.
"Do you want to be mine, pet?
"Yes, sir," Y/N said with less power than she was hoping for. Loki smiled and continued, "Will you be calling anyone else, sir?"
"No, sir."
That was all he needed to hear. Loki pulled Y/N into his and crashed his lips to hers. She softened immediately and wrapped her arms around him. Y/N moaned, and Loki deepened the kiss. When Y/N pulled back for air, Loki moved his mouth to work down her neck. Y/N knew she was already wet from saying yes sir to him a few moments ago, but the prospect of what could follow a kiss like that had her head reeling and her panties soaked. Loki let his hands glide down to her ass, giving it a good squeeze then a harsh slap. Y/N gasped, then moaned at the sensation or pleasure-pain running through her.
"Oh, pet, I have been dying to taste you ever since you walked in this building." Y/N was still processing what Loki had said when there was a snap of his fingers, and both of them were naked. Loki fell to his knees and immediately started lapping at Y/N's center. "Oh ...fuck..." Y/N moaned out, pushing her fingers into Loki's hair. One perfect swipe of Loki's tongue across Y/N's swollen clit had almost cumming right then and there. Loki chuckled, "Do you like that? Are you gonna come for me already?" Y/N could barely think straight, but she managed to nod her head enthusiastically. "Oh, no, pet, I want to hear those beautiful words of yours," Loki teased, now barely touching her at all. "Fuck... yes, sir. Yes, please, I want to come, sir." Loki plunged his fingers back into her and sucked on her clit. Y/N could feel her orgasm coming quickly, and she was ready for it. Loki pulled his mouth away but kept his fingers moving inside her as he pushed her over the edge, "That's it, princess. Cum for me. Cum on my fingers." Y/N nearly blacked out. The mixture of his hand's mouth and words were too much. Loki slowly fingered her through her orgasm.
When she was done, he pulled his fingers out, scooped her up in his arms, and deposited her into the bed. He disappeared to the bathroom and returned a few minutes later with a washcloth. Loki cleaned her up, stripped off his clothes, and climbed in next to her, pulling her in close. After a few minutes, Y/N spoke, "Did you call me princess? I thought your thing was pet?" Loki smiled to himself, took a breath, then answered, "I did because a pet is something you own, and although you are mine, I do not own you." Y/N laid her head back down and drifted off to sleep.
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Hi all! I wanted to provide an update so that y’all know I didn’t just ghost everyone.
I am so sorry for the delay in new works. It is the perfect storm over here. I got very sick a few weeks ago and just haven’t been able to do anything, and then my wonderful pupper had to be taken to the vet for having some stuff, so there’s just been a lot.
BUT I have worked out my new release schedule that way you can know when to look forward to them and I can make sure I have time to make them fantastic!
The new release schedule is Thursdays and Sundays and will be going into effect this week.
It is a no bones day so remember be kind to yourself and enjoy the simple things.
Hey all! We took a hiatus yesterday but are back today. Here is part 4. Do as told part 2 will be up by Sunday and we will have finished this series by then as well. Hope everyone is having a great week! I have request in my inbox that I would like to have out by Tuesday.
As always no post this as your own! Loving reading comments so feel free to interact down below.
Word Count 826
Warnings: None
Thursday 10/7
Y/N stood there confused, turned on, and pissed off. Yes had said yes to understanding to hopefully pull the anger out of Loki. She had lied. The truth was she didn't understand, and she wasn't going to stop saying, sir and ma'am. She was committed now and would have to keep it up until she could slowly work it out of her supposed everyday vocabulary. She was way more turned on than she had cared to admit. She had never really done anything adventurous in the sex department. She had been sexually active for a while, but she never really got super turned on. She liked the guys she dated well enough, but they were a means to an end. She was turned on now, though. Instead of continuing on her original path to the library, she headed toward her room. She had to get herself off, and the sooner, the better.
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The following day was easy. In fact, it was great. She was working with Natasha and Wanda all-day training and learning about upcoming missions. By the time they were done, the sun had set, and everyone had gone to bed. Y/N was exhausted. She could hardly keep her eyes open. Her muscles ached, and her head spun with information. She opened the door to her room and found Loki standing there. He seemed out of place. He was dressed in pajamas and seemed more tense than usual.
"Why are you here, Loki?"
"I um.. well..." He started, plastering his showman smile on his face, "I wanted to apologize. I, um, shouldn't have grabbed like I did last night. I had no right to."
Y/N was skeptical Loki was never sweet or kind without reason.
"Thank you. - Did you look through my stuff? You aren't gonna find anything in here." Y/N stated, trying to mentally catalog everything she had brought with her to try and see if that statement was true. Loki's smile softened, and for a moment, relief flashed behind his eyes, but it was long gone before Y/N could see or register it. You see, while Y/N had been training all day, Loki had been thinking and ironically talking to Steve of all people.
Loki had been sitting in a conference room watching the gym's security cameras, admiring Y/N skill with a knife when Steve walked up. "You know she's not from the south, right?" "I am a wear captain. Was there anything else you would like to point out?", Loki said sarcasm dripping off his tongue. Steve let out a huff of a laugh and pulled out the seat next to Loki. "Yea, there is. In case you missed it, she has no clue how you feel about her, unlike everyone else on the team. So you can't blame her for assuming your motives were to embarrass her. Try talking to the poor girl, then do all the weird shit you want." Loki didn't say anything. He gave a nod of his head in acknowledgment and continued watching the screen. As the silence stretched on, Loki thought about what Steve had said. He had told Y/N why he wanted to hear her call him sir. He assumed she understood the game they were playing. He would have to tell her and let her make the call from there.
"No, Y/N, I didn't." Loki wanted to stay, but he could tell Y/N was dead on her feet. On the flip side, Y/N wanted nothing more than to get to know the man she was standing across from, but he seemed to want to leave. "I um..." Y/N started at the same time Loki blurted, "You looked great training today... I um mean you are very skilled with a knife."
Y/N blushed slightly at the compliment that he had obviously meant to play off more. "Thank you I um learned out of necessity, I guess you could say," Y/N said, falling onto the bed. She was so tired, and her feet were killing her. She slowly sat up and started to take her shoes off. "Y/N, I wanted you to know the reason behind my idea for this deal."
Y/N didn't care at this point, "You did it cause I am the newbie, and you are supposed to haze newbies and make fun of them."
Loki felt his heart sink. That wasn't it all, and it made the way she was reacting to everything so much clearer. "No pet," he said in a soft tone. "It is because I want you to be mine." Y/N was almost entirely asleep. She could hear Loki speaking and understood what he said, but she couldn't find the energy to continue talking. Loki assumed Y/N had fallen asleep. He started walking towards the door. Before he shut the door behind him, he said quietly, "Sleep well, pet." He had almost entirely shut the door when he heard a barely audible whisper say,
Summary: You make a deal with the devil or, in this case, the God of Mischief, and it's time to start paying the price.
Word Count 950
Warnings: None
Tuesday 10/5
Loki's blood was boiling. Y/N was his and his alone. He would not let another thing be stolen by this idiotic brother. How dare she call him sir and do so while wearing that fucking outfit. He could see every curve of her breast and ass. And if he had noticed it, everyone else definitely had to. He wasn't really listening but made himself focus when Sam walked up and asked, "Anyone want anything before I sit down?" Loki gave a curt nod of his head while everyone asked for bottles of water for Gatorade. Sam returned and gave everyone their respective bottles. Loki was even more confused by everything happening when Y/N's response to Sam handing one to her was, "Thank you, sir. I appreciate." She had even put what sounded like a slight southern twang on it. Loki was lost in his own thoughts as to why she was doing that. Was she also attracted to them? She couldn't have misunderstood what the bargain was. But he was also very sure she wasn't from the south. She didn't belong to them. She belonged to him. He knew that she would look stunning riding him or taking his cock. He had started to get hard at the thought so quickly stopped thinking about it. He had completely ignored the conversation, so he decided to try and focus on that.
Eventually, after everyone's conversations died down and the day dragged on, people started to go their separate ways. Thor went to the gym, not surprisingly. Wanda went ... somewhere, honestly, Nobody really tried to follow where anymore and Sam went to find Steve. Y/N lingered for just a moment. She didn't want to go back to her room but didn't want to be alone with Loki. She was also still trying to employ the ignore and avoid tactic, which would be hard to do if he was the only one in the room. So she waited to see if Loki made any notion of moving. When he didn't, she jumped up and turned to walk in the direction of what was essentially the library, still not wanting to be stuck in her room all day. It was just a spare office, but Pepper had done an excellent job of making it feel less like an office and more like a library. She had lined it completely in bookshelves and had added plush chairs and sofas with warm lighting.
Y/N had just rounded the corner to the hallway when a hand on her wrist stopped her. It pulled her backward, and in a blink, it had captured her other wrist and pinned them above her head against the wall. The hand was attached to Loki. He pressed into her. Sliding his leg in between her thighs and keeping his face only inches away.
"Loki?! The fuck?! Let me go!"
"Oh, no pet. We need to have a little conversation." Loki sneered.
"Jesus, about what? And stop calling me pet. I'm not a fucking dog."
"Why were you calling Thor and Sam "sir" ?"
Y/N blinked in surprise. She didn't know what she had been expecting Loki to say, but it wasn't that. Then, quickly wiping the shock from her face, "What do you mean? I use sir and ma'am all the time. It is a respectful thing. And a southern thing."
Loki raised his eyebrows, "I am sorry, what was that?" Y/N realized she had left it out and restated, "It is a respect and southern thing ...sir". She couldn't help but feel her core squeeze just a little at having to call Loki sir. Fuck! She didn't want to like it, but he was so damned handsome. He was the boy next door like Steve or Thor. He was the dark mystery man in the corner that everyone steered clear of. He exuded confidence and power and jesus if that didn't turn her on. He was much stronger than she had thought he would be as well. Between calling him sir and the way she was pinned right now, she knew she would be dreaming about this for days. It also didn't go unnoticed how Loki's jaw tightened when she used it. Maybe she was going about this week all wrong, but she didn't get time to think about it. Loki was back at it with his questions.
"Better pet."
"I am not your fucking pet."
"Why did you call them that?"
"I told you...sir." And this time, when Y/N said sir, she allowed herself to put just a little bit of coyness and mischief behind it. She watched Loki's eyes dance over her face trying to read her and figure her out.
"You are a smart little girl. Do not play games with me. You are not calling anyone else, sir but me. Understand?"
Thoroughly pissed off now because she had made a deal to call him sir, not to call him and only him sir. But also very curious as to why it bugged him so much, Y/N leaned forward and whispered, "Yes. Sir." Deciding it was easier to agree right now and process everything else later. Loki didn't miss the squeeze of her thighs as she did so, but he wasn't going to mark her just yet. She was his, to be sure, but he wanted her underneath him begging to be his. So he did the only thing he could. He pushed away from her and walked to his room. Y/N let her hands fall to her side and took a deep breath. This week was probably going to kill her if the wetness between her thighs was any indication.
You make a deal with the devil. And its time to start paying.
Word Count: 718
Monday 10/4
Today was Y/N's first official day of being an avenger. There wasn't anything happening right now, but that could change at any minute. She stretched in bed, and as she started to fully come awake, the memory of her deal with Loki settled in her head. She just had to avoid him and stay silent, that was all. She got dressed in some yoga pants and a sports bra and headed for the gym. It was no surprise that Sam was already running on a treadmill. He gave her a chin lift that said "good morning" and "I'm in the zone. Don't talk to me right now," which Y/N was fine with. She wasn't much of a morning person and enjoyed waking up with a run and a good sweat. She finished her workout and headed back to her room to shower using the common areas without thinking. Steve and Bucky were at the counter with a cup of coffee, and she decided to stop and talk with them. As it was only Loki, she was trying to avoid.
"Morning, Y/N. I see you got in an early workout", Steve noted with his usual kind-hearted tone.
"Yea, I prefer to start my day that way, probably cause it gets my heart rate up more than anything."
Then from behind her, "Is running the activity you are open to getting your heart rate up in the morning?" Y/N froze. Not only was it a direct question to her that she couldn't deflect, but it didn't matter if she answered Loki with a yes or a no. Putting the "sir" on the end of it would undoubtedly give off a very specific response. Y/N clenched her jaw and tried to relax. Maybe if she made it sound casual, she wouldn't be embarrassed by it. "Yes...sir, it is." She hesitated a little bit but got through it. She could almost feel the smirk on Loki's face grow. Still, instead of staying around to listen to anybody answer or see it for herself, she quickly exited the kitchen to her room.
Behind the closed door of her room, she let out the breathe she had been holding. She had said it, and from her walk away, she didn't hear any laughing or weird noises, so maybe they hadn't heard her or didn't care. What really concerned her was the dampness between her legs that wasn't from her morning run. Some part of her that she really didn't want to admit to like the idea of calling someone "sir." A knock at the door made her jump and spin towards it. She yanked it open, not expecting to find Steve on the other side.
"Hey Y/N um, you know we are all equals on the team, right? Like there is like an um designated leader or chain of command." Y/N wasn't sure she got why Steve had brought this up. Had she offended someone by not addressing them correctly? "Um, okay." She responded.
"Well, you called Loki, sir. And I get they are gods or whatever but.." Steve continued on, but Y/N had stopped listening as realization dawned on her. A brilliant idea grew in its place. Noticing Steve had stopped talking, she quickly recovered, saying, "Oh yea, no. I um just prefer to answer like. Southern roots, ya know. Manners. Sir and ma'am and all that. But thanks, I gotta take a shower." She finished with the door being shut in Steve's face. Steve walked away very confused as he was pretty sure Y/N was from Wisconsin.
Y/N quickly showered and got dressed. She had a new spring in her step. If she just used sir and ma'am occasionally with everyone, it wouldn't be weird. She was younger than everyone, and it was a sign of respect. She rounded the corner to the living room and saw Loki, Thor, and Wanda sitting scrolling on their phones. Y/N sank down into the couch next to Wanda and started to scroll through Facebook. When Thor asked, "So Y/N did you get all settled in okay?" Without hesitating, Y/N looked at Thor, smiled, and said, "Yes, sir, I did. Thank you." They continued talking with Wanda, occasionally interjecting questions or comments. What Y/N didn't notice was the jealously and anger flash through Loki.
oof okay request - hear me out, loki finds out something about avenger!reader that she doesn’t want the others to know, but for his silence she has to agree to calling him “daddy” or “sir” or something embarrassing for the rest of the day and of course loki makes the absolute most out of it in front of the others
OK, so I hope I do this request justice. I will be posting a new part each day this coming week, 10/3-10/10. Hope yall enjoy it!
Yes Sir pt1
Sunday 10/3
Word Count:502
"My my my miss, dark and serious used to be a cheerleader," Loki tsked from over Y/N's shoulder. She snapped the book shut with so much force it sounded like someone had been slapped. "I was only a cheerleader for a year or two. My older sister was one and wanted me to do it to help make friends", Y/N said as casually as she could, hoping Loki wouldn't see through it. She was new to the Avengers team and was unpacking boxes when she came across her old high school yearbook. She had kept it only because there were so many beautiful photos of her sister. The picture she was staring at was of her sister and her at a pep rally of all things. Both of the girls were wearing huge grins and hugging each other. Y/N had hated being a cheerleader but would've done anything for her sister. With Y/N obviously distracted and lost in her own thoughts, Loki lunged forward and snatched the book out of her hands. Ripping Y/N from her thoughts, Loki had opened it to the correct page in just a moment.
"Ah, pet, you look spectacular in that uniform."
"Shut up, Loki. I am not your pet. No, I don't, and give it back."
"Sure. After I show it to every person in the building."
"NO!" Y/N said, lunging for the book and coming up short.
"I knew you did care. So why shouldn't I go show this lovely little fact about our newest teammate to everyone, dear pet?" Y/N stood there in silence. She didn't have any cards at this moment, to begin with.
Sighing, Y/N relented, "I don't know." Loki's devilish grin grew across his face. Loki had been looking for something like this since he had first seen Y/N. He wanted her to be his. She was deliciously adorable in every way. After just a few moments, he realized that although she made everyone believe she was dark and didn't care on the inside, she was warm and sweet and wanted to take care of those around her. Acting as though the idea just occurred to him, Loki offered, "What if you buy my silence?"
Y/N was skeptical as to what he could be getting at. "What do you want?"
"I won't tell anyone pet ... BUT," he continued prowling around her like trapped prey, "you have to call me sir for the rest of the week."
Y/N thought about it for a moment and what she had this week. Maybe she could avoid him for the most part and try not to talk to him when she had to be around him. It wasn't that she was ashamed or embarrassed she just wanted to decide what information from her past she shared. And with this, everyone would undoubtedly ask about her sister, and that was private. So she could do this avoidance and hiding....great. How bad could it be? "Deal."
HELLO! Sorry for the absence. If I am being 100% honest it has just been really hard to write lately. I haven't felt inspired or the drive to sit down and do it. BUT none the less here we are. I know this piece is short but maybe part 2?
Word Count 1129
Summary: Loki and Thor are arguing - you step in and end up siding with Thor when you should’ve sided with Loki.
SMUT! But no other warnings!
As always tags and requests open!
Y/N was a scholar in Asgard. She spent most of her time with her nose in a book. Her favorite subject was Midgard. She loved learning all that she could about life on a planet that seemed so similar yet so different to her own. Being that the best library was in the capital, she spent most of her time. She would tuck herself away in the window seat and do her studies and read. Very occasionally, she would see Thor walk through more often than not, looking for someone rather than a book. And more recently, she had started to see Loki in the library as well. He always smirks and bows his head just slightly as he walks past her. It was a few days ago that she noticed Loki sitting closer to her than normal. He seemed to be reading a book, but to Y/N, it looked more like he was just flipping through pages pretending to read than reading. He continued to do this every day with a different book but seemingly getting slightly closer each day.
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"I told you, Loki, they don't want to be told what to do," Thor chuckled from somewhere near.
"I understand that on the surface, most people don't like the idea of being ruled brother. But, I think there could be a case made for people finding certain comfort in it."
"Loki, you of all people should know that isn't true. You hate being told what to do, as do I".
"Yes, but we are superior to humans."
Y/N had been listening to the argument from her spot, but at that, she couldn't just sit by humans, and Asgardians weren't that different. So she walked up to them and immediately remembered how small she was standing next to the both of them. Yes, Thor was tall and muscular, but Loki was by no means small. The difference in height alone between her and them made her breath catch.
"Um, actually, Loki. You're mistaken. Humans and Asgardians are quite similar. Biologically the actual anatomy is identical. And yes, before you start, we do live longer and tend to be stronger, but that can sometimes be a disservice to us", Y/N proudly stated.
"And I am sorry. Who are you?" Loki asked immediately, making Y/N face blush.
"My name is Y/N, and I am a scholar, specifically on the subject of Midgard."
Thor roared with laughter. Someone had agreed with his point of view that was more focused on the brain than brawn. That was a win for him, and he walked past Loki, patting him on the should, "Oh brother, see, I am always right." The look on Loki's face was a mixture of annoyed and pure hatred. He rolled his eyes but turned his attention back to you.
"And what about the other point I made?"
"What other point?"
"The one about humans wanting to be controlled."
"I agree with you, but not in the way you mean it. Most people don't like being forced to be told what to do. You have to gain their trust or be a willing participant. That way, they feel like they have some say." Y/N had always been aware of what Loki looked like. Which was very, very attractive. He was tall and athletic but not bulky. His smirk gave her chills the one time she had seen it when he was trying to sneak past a guard.
"I see your point but answer me this. Do you think that Asgardians are the same? That they would be willing to ... do as told... if they were, as you put it, a willing participant?" Loki questioned with that smirk now directed at her. Goosebumps broke out over her skin as she understood fully what Loki was saying. She didn't want to admit it, but, yes, she would do anything he told her.
"It would depend, I think for most, on what it was. Warriors have little problem being told what to do because they believe they are fighting for something bigger". She stated, trying to keep her voice even and the shakiness out of her hands.
"And what if I told you that I wanted to bend you over this table and have you be my plaything for the afternoon. Would YOU do what you were told?" He hadn't torn his eyes from her. Instead, his hands itched to reach out and claim her. "...yes... I would", she breathed, breaking the stare and looking down.
She didn't have time to think beyond that because Loki was on her. His hands gripped her face and pulled her to him. He slid his hands into her hair and fisted, making her gasp. Loki took the opportunity to slide his tongue into her mouth and deepen the kiss. Y/N felt like fire. Her body was tingling with excitement and desire. She grabbed at Loki's sides and pulled him closer. She wanted more, needed skin-to-skin contact. She wasn't sure if Loki was reading her mind or was just that in tune with her already, but he quickly broke the kiss and turned her toward the table. He reached down and pulled the length of her dress over her ass, exposing it to him. She heard Loki almost growl at the sight. She heard him undo his pants then he was leaning against her.
"Are you ready, pet? First, I am going to take you hard and fast, then I am going to take you to my bed and torture you for the rest of the day and maybe tomorrow." He whispered in her ear, then fished the statement with a kiss and bite on her pulse point.
"Yes. Yes, please."
"Ah, you are already submitting so well. What a good girl."
Y/N didn't have time to respond. Loki slammed into her. Arching her back, she moaned, quickly adjusting to him. She felt his hands glide up and down her body. He reached for her arms and pulled them behind her. He pulled out and slammed back to keep her pinned to the table and pulled her in with each thrust. Y/N saw stars as Loki continued to fuck her into the table. She felt her orgasm and couldn't wait for it. Loki felt her tightening around him as well. "That's it, pet. You can cum this time. Cum for me, pet. Prove to me how much you like my cock buried deep in you."
Y/N's orgasm crashed over her. Loki came a few moments later. He slipped out and pulled her to him, capturing her lips with her arms still held behind her. When he broke the kiss, Y/N realized they were no longer in the library but in his bedroom.
HI READERS!!! I am so sorry it has been so long! I have two story ideas but wanted to know which one you would prefer. Would you rather have the Loki story first or the Dean story first??
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