“It’s always about, somehow, finding a part of myself that is relevant, and then turning the volume up on that particular part. So, I am all of the characters I’ve ever played, and I am none of them at the same time.” — Tom Hiddleston
Summary: Oh no! Hydra has released a sex-pathogen in the Australian outback! Can a small band of Avengers prevent a mass outbreak of a dangerous, if nonsensical, bioweapon?
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Warnings: Smut! Absolute filth! Absolutely 18+. Minors DNI. Sex pollen (ish), including any dub-con that comes with it. Mentions of contagion outbreak. Mentions of potentially triggering Australian creepy-crawlies. Mentions of Loki wearing an Akubra.
Loki, Thor, reader (no Y/N) and Banner in Australia. Smut and nonsense. Smut starts in Part 4. Part 5 is nothing but porn. Feel free to skip (or skip to?...) those sections.
Part 1 (wc 2.1k)
Part 2 (wc 2.1k)
Part 3 (wc 2.2k)
Part 4 (wc 2.9k)
Part 5 (wc 2.6k)
Epilogue (wc 1.2k)
Author's note: This is the most ridiculous thing I have ever written. But it's hot in Oz right now, and I just really liked imagining Chris Hemsworth being overheated and terrified of a spider, ya know?
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@lokisgoodgirl @acidcasualties @infinitystoner @divine-knight-hand @gigglingtiggerv2 @ladyofthestayingpower you might enjoy this? No D/s in this one.
dark one shot • Loki x reader • shameless smut • F/M • use of y/n
Warnings: !dub-con/non-con!, 18+, explicit sexual content, rough sex, knife play
Word count: 2,9K
Summary:
Loki disguises himself as your boyfried Thor to trick you into sleeping with him.
"Thor, are you mad?" You giggle as you swat at his arm.
Your boyfriend gives you a wicked grin as he swings open the door to Loki's chambers, pulling you inside before quickly closing and locking the door.
"Maybe. But it does not matter. My brother will never find out."
"Have you met him? Of course he'll find out!" You call.
Thor's mouth has latched on to your throat, making quiet whimpers escape you. He shoves you back, pinning you to the door. His strong hands hold onto your hips tightly. You are surprised at how rough your boyfriend is handling you. Normally, Thor would take his time with you. He'd gently caress your skin, softly kneading the tender flesh he encounters as his hands feel their way over your body. But tonight, no. He is acting like a starved man. Nipping at your skin, tugging at your hair, roughly grabbing a hold of your breasts through the fabric of your dress.
"Thor…" You moan his name when his mouth finds the pulse point on your neck, sucking hard. It will surely leave a mark.
"Yes, my darling Y/n. Moan for me." The strong man grunts.
Both his hands are now hoisting up your long dress, feeling their way along your thighs as they go. He squeezes them with his callused hands, eliciting more pleasurable sounds from you. One hand firmly cups your warmth over your underwear and he rubs the ball of his hand against your clit. You instinctively buck your hips to increase the friction, which makes a smirk appear on Thor's sunkissed face.
"So needy for me, darling. So needy to be touched by your God." His voice is hoarse as he whispers the words in your ear.
Thor doesn't often refer to himself as 'your God', but it sends shivers down your spine all the way to your core when he utters the words, his deep voice rumbling through you.
"Yes, my King, I need you so bad. Please take me." You whimper, playing along.
A deep groan escapes Thor's mouth at your words. Two strong fingers are now rubbing between your drenched folds, spreading your wetness around. It doesn't take long for him to sink one finger inside your velvety entrance, a second following quickly after. Thor moves them in and out of you at a tormentingly slow pace, making you quiver in his arms. Your hands grasp onto his strong biceps as he works you. A familiar coil is starting to form in your lower belly, making you desperate for more.
"There you go, my good girl." Thor grunts. "Clenching that divine pussy of yours so tightly around my fingers."
His free hand kneads your breasts, tugging and rolling at your nipples one by one. He dips his head down to suck one of the rosy buds into his mouth, switching to the other when he's satisfied with your whimpers.
With a wet sound he removes his fingers from you, licking them clean right in front of you. The obscene picture sends goosebumps across your skin.
"Your taste is incredible, darling." He groans as he winks at you.
With one fast move he works your underwear down, exposing your wetness to him.
"A God normally doesn't kneel," Thor starts as he lowers himself before you. "But for you, I gladly make an exception."
Thor hoists one of your legs over his shoulder, smirking at you from his kneeling position. Both his hands hold onto your hips tightly to keep you in place for him. He buries his head under your dress and in your wet core, avidly lapping at the juices that are escaping you. His flat tongue drags long licks across your slit before he nibbles on your clit. Thor's fingers return to your entrance and he moves one inside again. You're close to losing your balance as you feel him work your sensitive parts, letting loud moans escape your mouth as your orgasm builds.
"Please, Thor. I'm going to cum. Please continue. Please make me cum." You plead through ragged breaths.
"Do it, my sweetling. Let yourself lose control. Give yourself to me."
Thor eagerly picks up his pace, pleasuring you with his tongue and fingers, his only mission making you come undone before him. Your legs start to shake when he catches your clit between his lips again and starts sucking while a third finger enters your wetness, stretching you out for him.
Your orgasm crashes over you, wave after wave of pleasure searing through your body. If he hadn't been holding onto you so tightly, surely you would have fallen to your knees. He drinks up everything you give him, leisurely moving his fingers up and down inside your pussy, making sure to drag out your orgasm as long as possible.
The brawny man stands up again, still holding his hands on your hips, then presses a long kiss to your lips. You taste yourself on his tongue, a salty sweet mixture of your own release combined with the red wine he drank before. You reach up and throw your hands around his neck, wrapping your legs around his waist as he lifts you up. You let him lead the pair of you to Loki's bed.
Thor throws you down on the green satin sheets and is immediately on you. He pulls at your dress, working it off you and throwing it to the floor. You tug on his shirt and pants, not stopping until the strong man you love so dearly is standing in front of you in all his naked glory. He runs his fingers over your soft skin, caressing every part of you he can reach.
"Get on all fours, darling. Let me take you with your beautiful arse up in the air." It's more a command than a question, and you eagerly oblige.
Laying your chest down to the soft mattress below, wiggling your exposed buttocks to the God, you feel the bed dip as Thor places himself behind you. He rubs the tip of his thick member between your folds, making it wet with your slick, before sinking into you inch by inch. The stretch is incredible and you let out a loud moan when Thor bottoms out. He gives you a moment to adjust to his size deep inside your needy core, drawing more moans from your lips when he starts to move. One strong hand twists in your hair and pulls back your head, the other gripping onto your hip so tightly it will surely leave bruises.
"You like feeling that thick cock inside of you, don't you darling? Such a needy little plaything for me." He whispers in your ear as he slams himself into you again and again, earning more cries from you.
A loud knock on the door silences you both, and Thor slows down his pace. He doesn't answer the door though, instead he keeps thrusting into you over and over, though way more quietly than before. There's a second knock on the door, followed by a familiar voice.
"Brother? Are you in there? I'm looking for Y/n. Can't find her anywhere. I was hoping you could help."
Your eyes widen in surprise at hearing Thor's voice on the other side of the door. A hand clamps over your mouth at the same moment you figure out what's going on. The dagger now pressing to your throat tells you you've guessed correctly.
"Not a sound, pet." Loki's breath is hot on your ear as he softly hisses the words.
There's panick in your eyes as Loki presses your back against his chest, holding you tightly in place. A hint of green light in your peripheral vision tells you he's dropped the illusion and is now back to his true form. His cock is still buried deep inside of you, though it now seems to hit deeper and stretch you a little less. Loki keeps slowly thrusting in and out of you, the dagger lightly puncturing the skin on your throat.
"No brother, I haven't seen Y/n." Loki's silky voice calls. "I will come help you search for her in a bit. I'm a little occupied at the moment."
Loki slowly trails the dagger along your throat, sternum, and belly as he keeps fucking into you and talks to his brother. Eventually his hand comes to rest on your hip, the cool metal of the dagger pressing into the skin of your thigh.
"She was just with me in the Grand Hall. I don't know how I could have lost her." Thor continues.
"Y/n is a smart little thing, she'll find her way back to you. If not, I'll help you look for her in a little while."
Thor sighs loudly, but seems to be accepting his brother's words.
"Thank you, Loki."
"My pleasure, brother." Loki muses, accentuating the words with deep thrusts into your needy core, hitting that sweet spot deep within.
The hand on your mouth weakens somewhat when Thor walks away from the door. The dagger on your thigh vanishes, much to your relief. Loki's now free hand travels up your body, firmly groping your breasts when he reaches them. Pressed against him, you feel his smooth skin rub against yours with every move of his hips.
"Now pet, I'm going to remove my hand from your mouth and you're going to stay quiet for me. If not, I have some other ideas on how to shut you up."
True to his word, Loki releases you from his iron grip. His freed hand finds your throat, using it to pull you flush against him. A tear is starting to run down your cheek, and your breath hitches in your throat when Loki runs his tongue along your face to lap it up. His thrusts are speeding up again, making involuntary moans escape your mouth. You don't want to be enjoying any of this, but he is a damn good fuck.
Loki pushes you forward, pressing your chest into the mattress as he fucks you deep and hard. His hand twists in your hair once more as he uses it to ram himself inside of you as fast as humanly - godly - possible. The other hand kneads into your thigh and arse, harsh spanks landing on the latter between deep thrusts.
At once, Loki pushes you away from him, pulling himself out of your wetness and stroking his own cock.
"Turn around darling, I want you to look at me while I make you cum again." The deep voice orders.
Reluctantly you follow his command, laying yourself down on your back in front of him. Your pussy feels empty without him inside, and some part of you misses his cock filling you up.
"Loki, please." You plead. "You don't have to do this… If you let me walk away now I promise I won't tell Thor about any of this. We can pretend it never happened."
Loki grunts as he slides his cock into your slick entrance again, not stopping until he's buried inside of you to the hilt. His eyes meet yours, his pupils blown with lust. His mouth finds your throat again, eagerly licking and sucking while he sets a relentless pace, pounding you into the satin sheets. Skilled fingers are playing with your nipples, tugging at them with the exact right amount of force for it to drive you crazy.
"You look so pretty when you beg." Loki mocks. "It really becomes you. Let me hear more of it."
Not sure whether he's giving your pleas any notice or it's just spurring him on more, you start to beg.
"Please stop, Loki. Let me go. Please just… just…"
At first, your words sound desperate, a real attempt at getting away from him. But when his hand finds your clit and your orgasm starts to build again, the pleas start to become of a different nature.
"Please, Loki… please." You beg, not sure anymore what kind of mercy it is you're hoping for.
A mischievous smirk is plastered across Loki's face as he notices the change in your dire words. His breath tickles your ear when he hisses into it.
"That's it pet, beg me for it. You know you want to. You're so close to cumming, I can feel your pussy clenching around my cock. My needy little toy."
Loki grabs onto your legs and hoists both of them onto his shoulders, driving into you even deeper than before. His thrusts are long, deep, hard, and always hitting that magical spot buried in your core. Strong fingers press into your hips as he slams into your wanton body. You can't stall it much longer, your body betraying you as it starts to reach its climax once again.
"Say my name for me. I want to hear it drip from your beautiful lips as you cum."
"I, I don't…"
"Say my name, pet." His voice is rough and low.
"I don't want to." You spit at him, regaining a bit of your usual resilience.
"I'm sorry, did I leave you under the impression that I care?" Loki calls angrily, tightly gripping your throat in one of his strong hands.
He's practically folding you in half when he bends down further, spitting in your face as he obstructs the blood flow in your neck. The sensation is wild, and you feel disgusted with yourself when your body starts to tremble and convulse as your second orgasm of the night crashes through you. Loki's heinous grin tells you he's feeling victorious for making you come undone again, his thrusts only slowing down ever so slightly to let you ride out your high right on his cock.
"Norns, Y/n, you take me so well." He gruntingly praises as he feels your walls tighten around his dick over and over. "Doing so well for your God. Tell me, does my brother fuck you like this? Does he make you cum so hard your eyes roll back in your head?"
You don't answer him. Not just because you outright refuse to indulge in his sick contest with Thor, but also because you physically can't seem to utter any words at the moment. The feeling of his cock fucking you harder than you've ever been fucked before has sent you into a jelly-like state, no coherent sentence or thought forming inside your foggy brain.
"Answer me, pet." Loki growls. His hand now pinches your face, forcing you to look at him. "Can my dear brother make you feel the way I do?"
With heavy eyelids you slowly shake your head, earning you a wicked grin on the dark-haired man's face as he keeps impaling you on his cock. His thrusts become speedier, then erratic, and within moments he's painting your walls with his cum. Loki groans and growls as he cums deep inside of you, filling you up. He drops your legs and slumps over you, his body heavily pressing down on yours.
It takes a while for Loki to remove himself from you, but when he does, he lays down on his side next to you and pulls you to him for a deep kiss. Without realising it you comply, sharing a passionate moment with your boyfriend's brother.
When the fog in your mind clears up, you start coming to your senses again. You start to move off the bed with worry in your eyes, rummaging around the soft sheets to find your clothes.
"Loki, whatever this was… it can never happen again." You tell him with a stern look on your face. "Do you understand?"
Loki smiles at you, a genuine smile, and you feel your cheeks start to flush.
"Of course, darling. Never again. Go back to your orgasmless life with my oaf brother. I don't care." Loki states casually. "But I might disguise myself as him again sometime soon. I'd love to feel your lips wrapped around my cock."
"If you ever try to pull something like that again, I swear to all the Gods…" You angrily call as you point a finger in his direction.
"Oh my sweet, naive little pet, do you really think that was the first time?"
A shimmer of green light rushes over you, a cold tingling sensation spreading through your every limb. Your hair is neatly in place, as are you dress and undergarments. Any bruises Loki left on you have faded away as if they were never there.
As you look up, you're surprised to see the infamous God of Mischief standing before you, flashing you a sickingly sweet smile.
"Loki?" You ask, somewhat confused. "What am I doing in your chambers? I was just in the Grand Hall, dancing with Thor."
"You just walked in here, darling. I have no clue as to why." Loki offers you his hand and you gladly accept the kind gesture.
"Let me help you find my dear brother, Y/n. He must be worried sick."
"Thank you, Loki." You smile. "I don't remember how I got here."
"That's okay. Maybe you had a bit too much of the wine?"
"Yeah, probably… I'm happy I can trust you to get me back to Thor." You say as you smile up at him.
"Any time, my sweet pet. Any time."
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A/N: My first dark fic and first Loki fic! Lmk what you think :)
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