forgive me for the plot with porn but truck driver!toji/waitress!reader yeah i said what i said
The summer nights were sticky in the middle of August. The kind that made your shirt stick to your skin at the faintest bead of sweat. And the sodium glow of the lights in your hometown Waffle House was about to drive you absolutely mad.
At least it was a slow night. The 9:00 to 1:00s were never any fun unless there was a football game at the high school. The cook hardly ever talked outside of order questions, leaving you to deadpan out the window until a customer or the town drunk happened to find their way inside.
The door swung open around midnight, and your third cup of coffee. You were busying yourself with finally cleaning the waffle irons, figuring it had to be some random or homeless person about to beg you for a waffle or a to-go drink.
"Hey welcome to Waffle House. How can I hel-" You cut yourself off mid-turn, getting a glance at your late-night customer slouched at the counter in front of you.
Inky black hair streaked in little strobes against the overhead light, clad in a worn out work shirt and ripped jeans. A scar ribbed against the right side of his lip that twitched when he moved his mouth.
When he raised his head, piercing steel eyes met your own. "Coffee. Black."
For small towns, not many people around here were hit with the pretty stick, but this man was an actual Greek God. His jaw had to have been made of marble, and his muscles could probably move mountains. You felt like you were having to pick your own jaw up off the floor just to serve him his damn coffee.
With shaky hands, from the caffeine or nerves, you couldn't tell, you sat his coffee down in front of him. "Anything to eat?"
He pondered the menu, then rested his chin in his hand. "What do you suggest?"
You blinked. Everyone knew their Waffle House order. "You not from around here?"
He shook his head. "From out west. I'm just passing by, got a load headed to Virginia."
"Oh, you're trucking. That makes sense." You nod. "Well, just about anything on that menu's good, but I prefer the All-Star."
He hummed. "Yeah, I'll do it. Gimme the eggs over hard, bacon, and hashbrowns."
"Regular waffle?"
"Keep the waffle. Feed yourself."
You chuckled, pressing the order book up to your nose. "I can't tell if you're calling me skinny or fat."
The man in front of you finally smirked, shrugging. "That's putting quite a lot of stock into a man who just doesn't want the waffle."
Rolling your eyes, you called out his order to the cook.
While the cook worked on the grill, you got back to tending to the over-neglected waffle irons, scraping against the molds where waffle mix had burnt and stuck between the grooves.
Now you were no psychic, but the eyes you felt on you were undeniable. The air was now thick with bacon and hash brown smoke, some bluesy tune played through the speakers, and silver eyes were watching you like a hawk.
You confirmed your suspicions when you turned around, and the man across the counter made no effort in acting nonchalant. He continued to stare at you, no other emotion other than maybe some hint of amusement creasing his eyes.
"Everything okay?" You asked, just to be sure.
He shook his head. "Just spectating."
"It's A-list entertainment, watching some random chick clean a waffle iron." You joked, continuing to scrape the iron with the poor butter knife you decided to sacrifice to get the job done.
"Only when the random chick doing it is hot as hell."
You wanted to convince yourself you misheard him, intertwined some of his words with the music playing around you, but there simply was no playing it off.
"I forget, you don't get much entertainment in trucking besides the QuikTrip lot lizards out on I10."
He laughed. "I might be a trucker, but I'm not stupid." He sipped down the last bit of his coffee. "I'm not paying 20 dollars for a cheap ride and an STD."
"Yeah, but the girls down at the Boobie Bungalow give really good lap dances. I went there on a bachelorette trip once." The cook was just about done plating up his food, turning to put the two pieces of toast on his plate before handing it to him.
"You married?"
You bit your cheek to contain your laughter, scared it would come off as rude or too self-deprecatory. "There's not a lot of men around here to choose from."
"I get that. It's hard on the road."
Silence stretched between the two of you. Not necessarily uncomfortable, not comfortable either. Like you both just confirmed you were lonely as hell for no reason at all.
"Need anything else before you eat?"
"Nah."
With a nod, you excused yourself to the back to sneak towards the back door to take a breather. Maybe it was just because you haven't seen a truly attractive guy in a while, but you were acting like a damn fool.
The night air was still muggy, with gnats and mosquitoes hounding you the minute you made it out the door. Fumbling with your pack, you pulled out a singular Newport and lit the son of a bitch on fire.
The first inhale always made you drowsy, resting your forehead to your knees once you made a spot for yourself off the curb. Damn, he was hot! He was so damn hot. And here you were, outside smoking a cigarette like a true Waffle House waitress.
He could need a refill, he could need more butter, and yet you were outside smoking a cigarette. Should you go back and make conversation? No, let the poor man eat. He's probably been driving for hours.
You took another puff, flinging off your cap and running your hands through your sweat-strown hair.
Halfway through the cigarette, your entire body seized at the sound of a voice. "You always smoke when you have customers?"
You jerked your neck back, the man inside standing above you with an indifferent look.
"You said you didn't need anything."
"I didn't. I paid the cook."
You blinked, taking another drag. Was this guy about to chastise you on how to do your job?
"And left him my tip?"
He sat down beside you, passing you a five in between his fingers. "The last thing you can do for me is let me have a hit of that."
You sighed through your nose, more so out of relief before handing him the cigarette.
His fingers brushed yours in the exchange, slow and deliberate. His eyes stayed on you through his entire drag before handing it back to you. Another close contact exchange.
"Have you always lived here?"
You perked up, picking your cap up off the ground and sitting it in your lap before another slow hit. "Yeah. A lot of my family's from here... Don't seem 'em a lot, though."
"I get that." He meant it, staring out into the night of the empty lot.
You handed the cigarette back to him, figuring it was a conversation at this point. "What's it like, driving and stuff?"
He burnt the Newport down to the filter, smushing it into ash on the concrete below him.
"Wanna see the truck?"
That's what ended you in the position you were in right now. Feet tip-tapping against your temples, a twin mattress creaking underneath you, and the Greek god you just served an All-Star breakfast to minute ago pile driving into you.
"You're too fuckin' pretty for this small town." He husked into your ear, encapsulating your form with his own. Each sticky thrust threatened to peel your cervix open. "I could take you everywhere, anywhere you wanna go."
You whimpered, digging into the sheets. They wafted sweat, motor oil, and cigarette smoke. All things that would be disgusting in daylight, but intoxicating under the haze of your arousal. "Take me to the coast. I've never- oh fuck- I've never seen the beach."
"Anywhere you want." He repeated, abruptly pulling you up before flipping you over, shoving you face down into the mattress. He made you feel impossibly full, feeling his tip hit deep and prod out along your abdomen. "Anything for how fucking tight this pussy is."
Every word he said was another butterfly added to your stomach and another wave of slick gushing from your cunt.
"God, I can't get enough." He moaned, bruising his fingertips into the flesh of your hips. "Gonna make me look like a teenage boy on the first fuck."
"Are you saying there's gonna be more ah- ahead?" You tried to keep up with his taunts, drowning in your own euphoria.
He smirked, bending down to graze his teeth over your shoulder before biting down; hard. "Only if you'll let me." His pace became unfathomable, jackhammering down so hard your knees began to buckle.
"Fuck- Fuck- Holy shit I'm gonna cum." You choked out, pulling at the elastic at the corners of his mattress.
"That's it. Riiiight there, cum for me, pretty girl."
With one more particularly hard thrust, your cunt began uncontrollably fluttering around the man's cock above you, your clit buzzing from the pure dopamine surging through your veins. Anyone who was outside had to be hearing you; there was no way they couldn't.
The black-haired man soon chased you to orgasm, spurts of warmth coated deep between your walls until it leaked out from around it. Even as he came, you could feel the way his cock twitched inside. Thank God for birth control.
The cab of the truck soon settled to nothing but heavy breathing and the muffled sound of cicadas outside. The bed was dampened with sweat and cum, and both your cheeks flushed from a fuck the two of you had desperately been craving.
"What did you say your name was again?"
You laughed at his question, breathless. "Didn't ever read the name tag?"
"Not much of a reader."
You said your name, and he echoed it with his own.
"It's Toji."
"You're a good fuck, Toji," You sighed, sitting up to fish around for your work shirt. "But I think I've overstayed my smoke break."
He tutted, taking you by the crown of your hair and jerking you down to your knees, your hands clambering the floor for support. "Clean up your mess."
His dick was still half hard in front of you, twitching from just the sight of you down on your knees. God, he really was big. The entire shaft was covered in a cocktail of both yours and his cum.
Still, you opened your mouth wide, taking him in until you couldn't anymore, flattening your tongue against the length. You bobbed your head a few times to ensure a job well done, your nose tickled by the scruff of his pubes.
"Fucking filthy girl." Toji spoke above you, guiding your head into a few more strokes.
When he let you go, you bobbed your head off with a soft 'pop', buttoning your shirt back up to the collar and awkwardly putting back on your cap.
Toji slid back on his pants before slouching into the driver's seat, lighting one of his own cigarettes. Black Marlboro Reds.
"How much do you make in that shithole?" He asked, nodding his head over towards the building across the parking lot.
You shrugged. "Like, 100 a night? On good nights."
He huffed, almost as if it was offensive to him. "I make that in four hours." His eyes met yours, creased with only something you could describe as determination.
i'm peak ovulating and instead of being incredibly horny like any other woman i am instead craving to the point my mouth is watering at the thought a soft, slow morning with loki.
Think about it. Sunlight filtering in through your sheer curtains within the brutalist building of Stark Tower. Everything about the place is cold, calculated, nothing but hard stone and technology other than the rooms the team occupy.
It must be somewhere around six in the morning. The sun is just now making a name for itself in the sky and mirroring off the other towers of glass that paint the New York skyline.
Within your bed, under sheets and duvets and throws, lay you, and a God indeed beside you.
His chest rises and falls with rhythm. In moments like these, moments of stillness where the sable-haired man is not awestriking you with a myriad of quips or labryth of petty magic, you delusion yourself into thinking you're not so different after all.
His sharp features soften in the pale light, no shadows cast just yet to harden his stare. He's cold, but you never even had to learn to take solace in it. It wasn't a thing to learn to love or get use to. Loki was not a man that you saw his "flaws" and loved him despite. No, you saw these in Loki and loved him because of these things.
Somewhere in your quiet worship you drift back off to sleep. Only an hour later does Loki wake. His private, sacred adoration of your sleeping figure is how he begins his own mornings. Neither of you aware you practically take turns staring at the other every morning.
Your hair is jutting in tuffs, which he takes a gentle hand from under the sheets and smoothes down. He paused right below where the strands of your hair meet your back, and rubs soft circles into your spine. Sometimes it wakes you, sometimes it doesn't.
You stay sleeping, and with a kiss to your forehead, Loki rises and disappears from your room and down the hallway. The rest of the Averagers wake around this hour as well. The entire team is mechanical, whether they want to be or not.
No one teases him for the two coffee mugs he preps, nor the occasional bagel or something light if you had a rowdy night. This time it's just coffee, made to order exactly how you like. It's memorized as well as his spells he learned long ago.
When he returns you're sitting up in bed and staring out the window, still blinking the sleep out of your eyes and taking in the light.
"Sleep well?" He says, voice rough.
"Very." You nod, readily accepting your coffee.
He just smiles, welcoming himself back at your side. It's ritual at this point. Everyone knows unless it's an emergency neither of you are leaving from your room for at least an hour after Loki brings in coffee.
Sometimes coffee ends in a morning wake up call. His tongue is slow against your core to bring you to a satisfying finish that leaves you both with a stupid smile on your face the entire day. Other times it's just talking about all of the possibilities of the day. What to have for lunch together, or does Loki think you should finally buy that dress you've been eyeing. Of course, you don't know he's already bought it for you.
Today you were particularly antsy about your contracts ending with the Avengers. It wasn't because you disdained any of the members. Quite the opposite, which you elaborate to him.
"With all the money I've saved living here, I want to go get a house out in the middle of no where. Even if it's just a vacation home." You dream, resting your head on his shoulder. "It has to have a screened in porch so we can sit outside during the evening and not get ate up by bugs."
"Who said I'm coming with you?" He teases.
"Very funny." You reply, experienced enough now to know Loki was just as wrapped around your finger as you were his.
"Well, if you're insisting, then it must also have an outdoor apothecary." He takes a sip of his coffee. "We'll become tea people."
"And get all of our groceries from a local farmers market. Better yet, we'll have our own garden."
"Are you saying you'll learn how to cook?"
You laugh, nudging him. "I know how to cook, it's just better when you do it."
"What I'm inferring from this is you will grow all the food, I will cook all the food."
"I think that's a fair tradeoff." You argue, finishing your coffee.
"And what about the bedroom?" He asks. Secretly, he loves entertaining the thought of your own house together, away from the peering eyes of the rest. He also takes pleasure in the way your eyes light up in delight over things he would have considered miniscule in the realm of his mind just a year ago.
"It will have to be upstairs. That way when I fall asleep every night in the living room you can carry me to bed."
"I could do that with the bedroom downstairs."
"Yes, but upstairs is much more romantic."
Loki shakes his head. "Right, how could I be so foolish."
The conversation eventually tapers off into comfortable silence. More could be added onto the potential house later.
For now you basked in these delicate mornings. Riddled in nothing but quiet voices, messy hair, nothing to argue or debate just yet. It was quiet. And not just anyone could champion the honor of bringing the chattiest God to silence.
you were zuko’s entire world, and it was no doubt that he loved you more than anything, but even you had to admit that he had a very lustful side. at times, especially during particularly cold and quiet evenings, he just couldn’t keep his hands off his wife.
laying in bed next to the firelord, his arms wrapped around your waist as he embraced you from behind. it was a long day for him, spending coutless hours meeting with his advisors and countless discussions on issues with the fire nation colonies. you couldn’t help but soothe your poor husband minutes earlier when he had first entered your bedroom after spending the entire day away from his firelady.
it was, no, seemed innocent at first, aleast until his hands undid your robe and started slowly inching higher and higher up your chest as he caressed the supple skin. you could almost feel the smirk on his face when his palms met your breasts, feeling him poke your ass from underneath the covers.
your nipples peaked embarassingly quickly as you tried to reprimand him.
“zuko.” you scolded him, having to bite back a moan when he pinched both peaks.
his mouth found the side of your neck as he sucked on the skin, only humming a “hmm?” in response.
“please get some rest, you have to leave for a meeting with the earth king first thing tomorrow. it’s already late.” you insisted. “they won’t be pleased if you show up late aga- haah… fuck…”
you moaned as his fingers met your clit through your damp undergarments, your head throwing back as he rubbed circles around the nub.
“what was that, my love?” he sneered, grinding his hips onto yours as he continued to leave marks on your neck.
“z-zuko…” you whimpered, subconciously grinding onto his hand.
“mhm?”
you opened your mouth to tell him to stop only to cut yourself off with a moan when two of his fingers slipped into your cunt, pumping in and out at a brutal pace.
“that’s what i thought.”
as if the sensation of his long digits bullying your pussy wasn’t enough, his other hand rolled your nipple, leaving you at a loss for words. you let out loud needy moans, your hand immediately darting to your mouth to save yourself from the self-induced embarassment.
“shy already? mmm you’re so desperate, huh?” zuko smugly muttered, picking up the pace on his fingers as he grinded harder from behind you.
as you felt your climax approaching, you decided to give up all resistance for the sake of your own pleasure.
“clenching around my fingers so tightly, fuck… now, what was that about my meeting with the earth king, honey?” he grinned.
“i… aahhh… d-don’t know what you’re talking about…”
sitting and pondering how to make a secretary esque higuruma x reader fanfic while my band member!choso x reader screams for help in the temporarily abandoned closet...
It’s sundress no panties weather in the FireNation
You love springtime because that means long walks, gardening, foraging and your favorite… teasing Zuko with no panties under your sundress.
The first truly warm day after a long, gray winter hit the Fire Nation countryside like a blessing from Agni himself. Golden sunlight poured over the rolling hills surrounding your private estate.
Zuko was already in the garden when you found him, sleeves rolled up, sweat glistening on the scarred side of his face as he helped turn soil for the new herb beds you’d insisted on planting. His dark hair was tied back, a few strands sticking to his neck from the heat.
You stepped out onto the stone path wearing a light, breezy sundress the color of ripe peaches that flowed just below your ass. No bra and definitely no panties.
“Need some help, my lord?” you called sweetly, putting an extra pep in your step making your tits almost bounce out the dress.
Zuko straightened, wiping his forehead with the back of his wrist. His golden eyes flicked to you, softening instantly at the sight of you in the sunlight. “You shouldn’t be out here in this heat without a hat,” he grumbled, though the corner of his mouth twitched upward. “You’ll burn.”
“I like the heat,” you replied, stepping closer until you were just within arm’s reach. You bent slightly to examine the soil he’d turned, letting the hem of your dress ride up the backs of your thighs. The breeze kissed your exposed pussy, as you stretched even farther exposing the soft curve of your ass with the bare, already slick folds between your thighs catching his attention as you continued, “Besides… I thought you might want company.”
Before you could straighten up, Zuko’s hands were on you. His calloused palms landed firmly on your bare ass, “No panties,” he muttered, “You really walked out here like this, knowing exactly what it would do to me.”
“Mmm. Guilty.” You arched back into him, “It’s warm. I wanted to feel the breeze… and you.”
One hand stayed gripping your right cheek while the other slid lower. Without warning, two thick fingers dragged through your slick folds from behind, parting them and immediately pushing the tip of his middle finger into your dripping cunt. “Oh!” you yelped in surprise, eyes widening.
“Should’ve known you’d pull this the first warm day,” he groaned, his fingers playing with your slick. You couldn’t help pushing back against his hand, your hips rolling instinctively as his finger sank deeper. He pumped it slowly at first, then faster, the wet sounds of your arousal barely masked by the breeze rustling the leaves. His thumb brushed teasingly over your clit as a needy whine slipped from your lips as you rocked back onto his finger.
The sundress had ridden up completely now, bunched around your waist, leaving your ass and pussy fully exposed to the open garden air while Zuko played with you. Then, just as suddenly as he’d started, he pulled his finger free. You stood up straight with a frustrated whimper, turning to face him. “Hey—why’d you stop?”
Zuko brought his glistening finger to his mouth, locking eyes with you as he sucked it clean. He smirked, “We’re outside, princess. You really want the groundskeepers to see us like that?”
You scoffed, rolling your eyes even as your cheeks burned and your thighs pressed together, trying to ease the ache he’d left behind. “As if the servants and everyone else at the palace aren’t already gossiping about our sex life. Half of them probably place bets on how loud I’ll be each night.”
His hand slipped back under your dress, palming your ass again, “If you’re that impatient… we can go inside. Or I can bend you over right here and make sure you stay quiet. Whatever you want, my princess.”
You bit your lip, “Right here,” you whispered, “Bend me over. I don’t want to wait.”
Your ass lifted naturally, fully exposed as he shoved the peach-colored dress up to bunch around your waist. He kicked your feet wider apart with his boot, one hand staying heavy on the small of your back to keep you pinned as you heard the rustle of fabric as he shoved his loose garden pants down just enough to free his cock.
“Quiet,” he reminded you, even as the head of his cock nudged insistently against your soaked pussy. “Or I’ll have to cover that pretty mouth.”
You barely had time to nod before he thrusted in, cock slipping through your wet slick. Zuko’s hand immediately clamped over your mouth, his scarred cheek brushing yours as he leaned over you. “I said quiet,” he hissed, though you could hear the smirk in his tone.
You whimpered against his palm, pushing back to meet him, desperate for more. His hips snapped forward again, setting a ruthless pace that had the wooden garden bed creaking beneath you.
The angle was perfect—his thick cock fucking strokes that rocked you forward with every thrust, your bare breasts bouncing beneath the thin dress, nipples dragging against the fabric. “Hnngh—ah—h-harder, Zuko, p-please,” you whimpered, pushing back to meet every powerful stroke. “Fill me, Zuko… please—”
He angled his hips just right, grinding deep on every thrust until your legs started to shake. “Is my princess gonna come for me?”
Princess, fuck that made you cum everytime. You moaned loudly, your pussy clenching rhythmically around his cock as he groaned, “So tight,” He buried himself as deep as he could go and came inside you. “You know how much I look forward to this every time spring comes around? I love you so much, my empress.” He expressed his love as hot, thick pulses of cum filled your cunt until it started to leak out around his shaft with every shallow thrust.
He stayed pressed against you for a long moment, both of you panting under the bright spring sun. Before he tugged the sundress back down over your hips, though the fabric was now wrinkled and slightly damp. Turning you in his arms, he cupped your flushed face and kissed you.
Oh you couldn’t wait for the rest of the season.
a/n: no bc seriously its sundress no panties weather FINALLYYYYYY
I LOVE THE THOUGHT OF COWBOY TOJI OKAY!!! LET ME EMBRACE SOUTHERN APPALACHIAN COWBOY TOJI
I'm also trying to get better at writing shorter pieces so forgive the length ;^^
He lives in a little rinky-dink two-bedroom one-bath cabin down in the foothills. On days when he's not herding on his farm, he's either down at the dive bar or doing side job mechanic work. He's hardly ever making enough money, though, because he keeps giving it all away at the cattle auctions.
The two of you met at said dive bar. He's usually good about brushing off most of the girls in town who were obviously not hit with the pretty stick when they were born. But when you came in with your denim daisy dukes and red cowboy boots, he was awestruck.
"You're not doing it right." His voice came from behind you on the line dance floor, offering his hand. "This one's a two-person dance."
Before you knew it, you were getting spun around and lifted back on the dance floor as if you weighed no more than a feather, impressive for someone as gruff and stoic as himself.
After the dance, he beckoned you over to the bar and offered you any drink you pleased, because that's just what any sensible gentleman would do. He settled for another shot of Wild Turkey and a Miller High Life.
It was history since that night. Toji's usual weekends of mechanic work and other odd jobs were swallowed by late morning coffee and any date you dreamed of.
He'd teach you to properly ride a horse, buying you your first pair of actual riding boots and not those "boot barn pieces of leather" that you originally called your cowboy boots. You both much preferred riding together, though. Your cheek smushed into the warmth of Toji's flannel behind him as he took you over creeks and through large cypress forests around the edge of his property.
His house became much cleaner, too. What once was just a place for him to eat and sleep became a home with you around. A dishcloth for every season hugged over the oven handle, and the air smelled of percolator coffee and a pine candle from the general store in town. His comforters and sheets got a fresh wash every Friday in an eager waiting for your return.
When the nights get late, and you're both wading in the warmth of cheap alcohol, he loves to take you up the mountainside in his beat up Ford Ranger and park at one of the places that used to be a place of somber thought for him, now substituted for backseat love making and fogged-up windows.
When you finally bite the bullet and move in with him, you immediately get to work on a garden. There ain't nothin' like cucumbers right out of the dirt with some tomatoes and onion in vinegar. Not to mention you've become a bit of a cook. You also manage to convince Toji to get chickens so you can start selling the eggs to relatives and friends.
Toji used to be the lonely cowboy. The quiet farmer on the outside of town that no one dared to speak to out of fear of getting socked. With you in his life, he's now the man who makes casual talk with the butcher he sells his meat to and helps his old woman neighbor put her clothesline back up after a storm. A family man, if you will, though no conversation of children took place.
The two of you enjoyed each other anyway, and the time would come naturally for the second bedroom to evolve into a baby room. Trusting fate, as they'd say.
But for now, it was you, Toji, the cows outside, and the garden.
᭡୧ tinder match!toji.. is much more perverted than you think
cw, ( sizekink, agegap, pervy toji, praising.. )
toji’s tall frame folds over you completely on the hotel bed, his broad chest pressing flush to your back as he sinks in another inch, thick cock splitting you open so slow and deliberate you feel every vein dragging along your walls.
he’s bigger than you imagined from the pictures, older and solid in that quiet unholy way, shoulders wide enough to block out the lamp light while his hips rock forward and stuff you full until your belly feels tight with him.
“fuck, you’re tiny,” he mutters against the back of your neck, voice low and rough like he’s been thinking about this for weeks.
one of his huge hands splays across your lower back, pinning you down while the other grips your hip, fingers digging in just enough to remind you how easily he could hold you still. you’re dripping already, slick coating his shaft and running down your thighs every time he pulls back and pushes in deeper, the wet sound of it loud in the quiet room.
he’s not rushing. toji fucks like he’s got all night, like he wants you to feel exactly how much bigger he is, how his cock stretches you to the limit until your pussy flutters around him helplessly.
your face is buried in the pillow, ass up, back arched under his weight, and he just keeps grinding in slow circles, letting you adjust before he drags out and slams back home. the slap of skin on skin fills the space between your shaky breaths, his heavy balls pressing against you every time he bottoms out.
“that’s it, sweetheart,” he breathes, lips brushing your ear as he leans down heavier, cock buried to the hilt.
“taking me so well. knew you would the second i saw how pretty and good you looked in those pictures, my good girl.” his hand slides up your side, palm huge against your ribs, thumb stroking just under the curve of your breast while he starts fucking you harder, deeper, the bed creaking under the steady rhythm.
you moan into the sheets, fingers twisting in them as he hits that spot inside you over and over, making your thighs shake. he’s so deep it feels like he’s in your stomach, stretching you wide and full in a way no one else ever has, and the size difference only makes it hotter. his body completely covers yours, muscled arms braced on either side of your head, sweat slicking his chest where it slides against your back.
toji groans low when you clench around him, hips snapping forward sharper now, chasing that tight heat. “such a good girl,” he praises, voice wrecked, free hand slipping between your legs to rub slow circles over your clit. “come on. want to feel this little pussy come all over my cock. been thinking about ruining you since you sent that first message.”
your orgasm hits hard, sudden, walls pulsing tight around his thick length as you cry out into the pillow. he doesn’t stop, just fucks you through it, slower but deeper, drawing it out until you’re trembling under him. only then does he let himself go, burying himself to the base and staying there while he comes, hot and thick, filling you so full it leaks out around him when he finally shifts.
he stays draped over you for a long moment, breathing hard against your shoulder, cock still twitching inside you. “we’re not done yet,” he murmurs, pressing a lazy kiss to your skin. “not until i’ve had you every way that pretty body can take me.”
excerpt. he loved the chaos, even if you had agreed to keep your relationship a secret, uncertain of how the others would react—and fooling around risked actually getting caught.
tags. secret relationship, canon-divergence (avenger!loki), sexual innuendos, flirting and banter, fluff and humour, making out, suggestive themes, a cameo appearance wink wonk
gif by mcufam & divider by cafekitsune
You kicked off your combat boots the moment you entered the Avengers Compound, making a beeline towards the kitchen. Post-missions always left you feeling hungry, and your body needed to refuel after enduring a long game of hide-and-seek with criminals.
It was a wonder how Steve and Natasha still had the energy to hit the gym. Shortly after the quinjet landed, they had mentioned wanting to get in a couple more hours of training before the day was over. Meanwhile, you were off in search for snacks, as usual, and Sam was going to treat himself to a nice, warm bubble bath.
You tilted your head, trying to release the remaining tension in your neck as you swung open the fridge. A light mist rushed to caress your features, and you welcomed the cooling sensation. Peering into the colourful contents of protein shakes, various Tupperware labelled with sticky notes and leftovers from last night's dinner, your eyes gleamed with satisfaction when they landed on a box of doughnuts.
A well-deserved reward after all the action out there. Your pains were immediately forgotten.
Greedily, you snatched the box, but just as you shut the fridge doors closed, a burst of bright green appeared in your peripheral vision.
"Hi."
"Shit!" A jolt pinched your spine. Startled, your fingers slipped from the edges, and your grip of the box loosened.
Ever sharp and poised, the man—or in your case, god—who gave you a fright caught it effortlessly with one hand. You might've been impressed by his fast reflexes if it wasn't for your poor heart still thumping in your ears.
"Apologies, darling. Didn't mean to scare."
But the familiar tease in his sultry voice immediately put you at ease.
Darling.
You still managed to get butterflies with how casually Loki used the term, the way it rolled off his tongue like butter on warm toast.
"Hey," you replied, a little breathy.
You noticed Loki's expression then—the smooth, defined contours of his face turning into rigid lines as he momentarily took in your appearance. The crease between his eyebrows deepened, and he placed the prized box of doughnuts on the counter without breaking your gaze, taking one step forward.
"Are you… alright?"
You hadn't been able to properly catch a glimpse of yourself throughout the mission, but you were well-aware of the feeling of debris and sweat clinging to your skin. Barrelling into rough concrete walls, scuffling around explosives in the background, running and dodging bullets that fired from every direction—you had suffered a few blows as well, sustaining some minor cuts, the stinging effects subdued by adrenaline.
"Yeah, I'm fine." You shrugged, not wanting him to worry. "Just scratches, that's all."
Loki eyed you knowingly, his voice warm with concern. "Allow me."
He reached to cup your cheek, so gently it always surprised you knowing the strength that gods possessed. His fingertips were cool against your skin, and a tingling sensation rose beneath his touch, pleasant and harmless, vanishing your light wounds. You felt a slight shiver then, and a glimmer of green washed over your body, your battle-worn tactical suit suddenly changing into a clean, comfortable set of clothes.
The spark of magic reflecting in Loki's irises faded, and his mouth curled into a small smile. His hands moved to lightly squeeze the sides of your arms, before situating on your hips.
"There. Beautiful as ever."
Feeling afresh, you melted into Loki's embrace, resting your palms against his chest, fingers toying with the loose threads of his forest green tunic. "You don't like me when I'm dirty?" you said, a playful glint in your eye.
Loki returned an amused look. "On the contrary, I don't mind that in the slightest," he quipped back, not missing a beat, gaze flickering dangerously to your lips. "But, I dislike knowing somebody had laid their hands on what's mine."
Your heart fluttered at his words.
It was difficult to pinpoint exactly when your relationship began, but you only knew you never wanted it to end. Your mind spun into a sweet daze in his presence, like how the edges seemed to blur in the dreamy sequences of old Hollywood rom-coms.
You felt Loki leaning in for a kiss then, eyelids heavy, nose brushing against yours, lips parting as if this was routine—
But no.
In that moment, you couldn't resist being a tease. Besides, you were still hungry.
You slid out of his grasp, not missing the way he paused, blinking twice in confusion before shooting you a pout. A cheeky grin twitched at the corners of your mouth, and you reached for the box of doughnuts he had set aside, seating yourself on the granite countertops.
"Want one?" You gestured to the box as you opened the cover, catching a promising whiff sugary goodness.
A dozen doughnuts, of frosted varieties and a few simpler-flavoured ones, laid out in a way that would make anyone spoilt for choice. After much serious thought, you eagerly snagged a strawberry frosted doughnut, generously topped with coloured sprinkles.
Loki, however, was a little hesitant. "I'm not exactly tempted," he said kindly, peering into the box.
You smiled softly. "We can share," you offered, knowing his palate was still slowly adjusting to Earth's food spread—accustomed to the more royal and sophisticated delicacies on Asgard.
Loki seemed pleased with your idea, and he inched closer as you allowed him the first bite. His fingers came to lightly wrap around your wrist, guiding your hand nearer as he bit into the doughnut. You watched as he slowly processed the flavour, letting it settle on his tongue.
"Hm." Loki hummed in contentment. "Not bad, but I've tasted sweeter," he added, throwing you an imperceptible wink.
As if scandalised, you shot him a cautionary look, then playfully swatted his chest. Mischief twinkled in his eyes, and he leaned further into your space, hands falling once more to your sides, mindlessly tracing slow, lazy circles at your hips.
A moment passed as you both finished up the doughnut in silence.
"I've missed you, you know?" Loki eventually started, voice rich and low. "You weren't in bed when I woke up." His gaze lingered lovingly, if not a slight worry beneath.
"Oh, right." You gave him an apologetic look. "Sorry. Mission only came up last night," you said, dusting off some of the sugar on your fingertips. "Forgot to tell you I had to get up early."
"A real shame," Loki mused. "I was so looking forward to our morning proclivities."
You caught a smirk threatening to curl at his lips, a pretense of decency behind the words he had put so delicately.
When your mornings weren't disrupted by sudden missions or scheduled for dreadful meetings, they were filled with quiet, tender intimacy—which would then, of course, quickly transition to unrestrained arousal and hot, steamy sex. It made up for the rest of the day, where you both had to go about your separate assignments, pretending to be nothing more than colleagues and who didn't harbour frequent thoughts of exploring each other's bodies.
Safe to say, you were missing him terribly as well.
You silently obliged when Loki wedged himself between your legs.
His grin surfaced, chest now brushing against yours. "Shall we… make up for lost time?" His hands continued their circular motions down the sides of your thighs, each touch growing more sensual.
Your skin buzzed with anticipation as heat pooled in your abdomen, want and excitement flashing in your eyes. You let it hang—waiting with bated breath for that brief flicker of green to send you stumbling into the bedsheets, all your troubles forgotten in the next hour or so.
Only nothing happened.
You caught on then, raising a brow. "What, here?"
"Where else, darling?" Loki answered almost immediately, all smug.
You stared at him, shaking your head. "You know we can't—"
"Oh, a little frivolity couldn't hurt," he cut in, voice deliberately seductive and smooth. "Besides, we've already denied each other long enough."
Loki could so easily have you both transported to the bedroom with a flick of his wrist. But what did you expect? He loved the chaos, even if you had agreed to keep your relationship a secret, uncertain of how the others would react—and fooling around risked actually getting caught.
Sensing your growing doubt, Loki murmured in the shell of your ear, as soothingly as he could, "We'll make it quick."
And then, before you could respond, his lips crashed into yours.
All hesitation died when you remembered the feel of his mouth, reciprocating his movement in a heartbeat. Warmth spread through your body, and your head only grew more dizzy with need when his hands moved to cradle your jaw affectionately, deepening the kiss. Your fingers curled at the nape of his neck, catching onto a few obsidian curls. Loki let out a small groan, and he nipped at your bottom lip, tongue prodding for entrance.
You indulged him, the pleasure familiarly addictive, too far gone to stop. He began licking into your mouth, faintly tasting of strawberry sweetness from the doughnut you shared earlier—all the more irresistible. He practically drank you in, lips continuing to move against yours in sync, intensifying at a furious rate with every expert caress of his tongue.
Refusing to break the kiss, Loki's hands began to frantically roam your back. His palms repeatedly slid along the material of your shirt, as if smoothening the creases, and a soft sigh escaped your lips when his hands shamelessly slipped beneath to explore your naked skin, making you shudder.
You were ready—ready to fully surrender yourself to him, giving in just this once to the desperate tent in his trousers that pressed against your core.
That was, until you heard the distant hiss of a metallic door, and for a brief moment, faint rock music thrummed in the hallways.
You stirred, breath uneven. "Loki—"
He only kissed the corners of your mouth, answering lazily, "Mhm…"
"No, Loki—" You tried to pull back, but he secured his hold around your waist. He closed the distance once more, lips coming to suck a trail along your jawline. Weakly, you added, "Did you hear that?"
"Hear what?" Loki murmured against your skin, eyes still shut as if trapped in a daze.
"I think someone's coming."
You drew a sharp breath when his hot mouth freely descended down your neck. "So soon?" Loki teased, smiling as he nudged you with his nose to tilt your head, teeth gently scraping along your throat.
"I…" His kisses were quickly lulling you back into a trance. "I really think we shouldn't—"
"There's nothing to worry about," he coaxed, voice slightly hoarse.
He was such a liar—you should've known he was going to take his own sweet time with you in the kitchen, his feverish but controlled progressions nowhere suggesting anything quick.
You stifled a whimper when his lips skimmed upwards, catching onto your earlobe and licking at the soft flesh. His breath tickled your cheeks, and your hands buried deeper into his curls. You were trying—and failing immensely to deny his pleasure, for the sake of your own.
The final resistance crumbled when Loki began sucking on a particularly sensitive spot just below your ear. "Oh, fuck—"
"This is a public space, you guys."
You froze.
"Not that I don't understand the appeal of doing it in the kitchen, but seriously—have some consideration for the rest of us before you make a mess on the counters."
The words rang loud in your ears, the distinct air of nonchalance and laid-back authority alarming you tenfold. Loki released his hold, quickly allowing you space, and you unceremoniously slid off the counters, feet unsteady on the floor.
You both exchanged glances, equally flustered and dishevelled in appearance—the pink flush that crept up his neck and the burn in your cheeks only cementing that you had landed yourselves in hot water.
After a beat of painful silence, Loki addressed the other man standing in the room, his voice teetering beneath skilled caution.
"Stark—"
"Say, are those doughnuts?"
Tony circled around the counter, all the while unfazed as Loki threw a look of confusion. He must've been tinkering in the lab for hours, an empty mug held in one hand, the bags under his eyes telling of all the heavy brainwork and mechanical labour he often lost himself in. Yet, Tony was evidently still in high spirits—even if he had also just caught the two of you red-handed.
He skimmed over the selection, then picked up a glazed doughnut, popping a bite into his mouth.
"Huh. That's actually pretty good," Tony noted, though more so to himself, "Would go better with some more coffee."
As if you and Loki weren't still standing there, dumbfounded, he sauntered over to the coffee machine. He set his mug down, grabbing the pot to refill as he took another swift mouthful of the doughnut.
When he was done, he turned back to you both, expression inscrutable. "So, how long has this been going on?" He said as he chewed, posing the question like it was a casual "get-to-know-you" session.
"Um." You swallowed nervously. "A while."
"Wow," Tony replied, voice flat. He took a loud sip of coffee, staring blankly over the rim of his mug, seeming to gather his thoughts. Then, with much skepticism—
"Is he really that good?"
Loki's face immediately dropped to a scowl. "I'll have you know that I'm—"
You caught your lover's arm before he took another impulsive step forward, then shot a pointed look at Tony. "Dude!"
Tony suddenly cracked into a wide smirk, as if he had been holding it back all along. "Sorry—I'm just messing with you."
You paused, blinking. "You're not… mad?"
"Mad?" He quirked a brow. "If anything, I'm disappointed—I expected more subtlety on your part, Agent."
Loki's scowl deepened. "So you have known about us?"
"Oh, please. You two couldn't have been more obvious, really," Tony answered dryly. "Making bedroom eyes during conferences, playing footsie under the dinner table, sneaking off early during movie nights—I'm surprised no one else has caught on."
"And you wouldn't think to share your findings, would you?" Loki continued, his words measured and laced with vague threat.
Tony only rolled his eyes. "Relax, Space Romeo. I haven't told anyone, and I won't, alright? Your secret's safe with me."
You sighed softly then. A weight lifted off your chest, even if you weren't exactly confident about Tony's abilities when it came to keeping secrets.
"Right, well, for the sake of preserving what little is left of our dignity, let's just all pretend I was never here," he concluded plainly. Doughnut and coffee in hand, Tony began trailing out of the kitchen.
"Also, if you even think of tampering my mind with your green magic thingy—" He called out, directing a final glance at Loki, "FRIDAY will revoke your Avenger privileges."
Once Tony was out of sight, Loki turned to you with a wry smile. "I'd say that went well."
You gave him a sharp look, then frowned. "This is your fault, by the way," you said, folding your arms.
"My fault?" Loki replied in an incredulous tone, growing amused. You could already see the playful spark in his eyes returning. "I recall you thoroughly enjoying the moment as well."
"Yeah, until I heard someone was coming."
Loki let out a small chuckle then, stepping closer, gently nudging your arms to unfurl from its tight hold. You let him—and when he reached to cup your cheek, you yielded entirely, features softening against the crevices of his palm. His gaze swept low as a thumb brushed over your lips.
And in a low, almost tentative voice, he had the nerve to ask—
"…Still in the mood?"
Without so much as a word, you took Loki's hand, leading him out of the kitchen and darting down the hallways as you set a proper course to your bedroom.
hii i love your writing so much, in my room was SO good and so heartbreaking 🥹 could you pretty please write a follow up, maybe comfort or hell even more angst if you want. idk im in love with how you write him
oh em gee thank you so much.. i love writing for loki and i think i've written about him for the longest!! let's heal a lil' bit and pretend like i didn't say he never came back LMAO
In thirteen days, it will be a year since Loki left you to your demise in Stark Tower.
Time didn't heal all wounds. It never did, and it never would. It was all just some puffy and angry scar threatening to break open at any given moment.
You were getting back to some semblance of normalcy thanks to Rogers' help. He had finally forced his way into your room, gave you one of his American-spirited "Avengers never quit" talks, and then picked up around your room while you lay there and soaked in his words. You didn't want to clean up, hell, you didn't even want to get out of bed, but Steve seemed to be the closest to family you had within the team.
He asked permission to finally clean the coffee cup Loki had left on your nightstand. The cup's leftover liquid diminished into lines seared into the ceramic with nothing but a void of sticky tar at the bottom. He urged you up from your blanket fort, guided you into the kitchen, and had you wash it together.
"For when he returns. Because he will." Steve said as he handed the pristine mug back over to you. Ten months ago you would have believed him. Now, you just gave an empty nod for an empty promise.
You got around to apologizing to Nat for chucking a plate at her head, to Tony for the many neglected or handed-off missions, and to Bruce for your absence from any sort of research.
Your sheets were washed, your cup was clean, you read the rest of The Picture of Dorian Gray for him. Loki was finally scrubbed from your life.
Until tonight.
It was after a casual night out with what was left of the team on earth for drinks and dinner. Something to keep everyone connected despite the web of adversities each member faced. Yours just happened to be stagnation. So when it was your turn to speak, you just shrugged your shoulders with a pitiful smile.
"We already know what's going on with me."
Everyone took a drink to that.
You were swaying in one of the hammocks on the sky deck, looking up at the stars with a leftover glass of wine swirling around in your hand. Gently tipsy, thoughts of Loki turned from their usual bitter shards into something softer.
Instead of remembering the dread, the anger, and the encore of the heartbreak that followed ; you instead recalled the gentle nights, the warm dinners, the casual dates that turned into runaway mischief. All of the things you loved about Loki flooded in and leaked out down your cheeks.
The sliding door creaked open, and you quickly rubbed the mascara out from under your eyes and dabbed the tears away from your face, figuring it was Natasha offering you another glass or Steve announcing he was headed to bed.
You glanced over your shoulder, and a flash of green stunned you into a freeze.
His hair was shorter, neater, and he was better fed. Elegant. He was the Loki he thought he was two years ago.
You swallowed the myriad of words that you had held onto for the past year and instead pushed out seven simple ones.
"This better not be some sick joke."
You could tell when Loki forced a smile, taking a few steps closer. "Rogers advised I tread lightly."
You could hear your heartbeat in your ears, teething deep into your lip until it bled. "He was right to say so."
"Then I assume my apologies would amount to nothing compared to the impossible emotions I've seemed to have dragged you through."
"You would be right to assume."
He was in front of you now, and motioned to the side of the hammock. "May I?"
You nodded, stupefied by even yourself. When you ruminated along all of the ways you would react to if Loki ever returned, this was not one of them. You dreamed of screaming, of sobbing, of throwing him off the tower roof. You did not think you would feel nothing but numb.
He smelled the same. Pine, mint, and a touch of dark liquor.
"I won't claim empty rectifications or excuse my silence and neglect, but you must remember, I warned you the outcomes."
"It doesn't make the absence sting any less, Loki. When you're human, you can't help what you feel, and you don't have much time or experience to get over it, either."
"Which is why I said we shouldn't have begun in the first place."
It was a lead arrow to the heart. Pure and simple but deadly nonetheless.
"Will you ever take down your wall and let anyone in?"
Silence followed. You kept your view up at the stars, sensing Loki's eyes in your peripherals. If you looked at him now, you feared you would burst at the seams.
"I'm not sure if I even know how to anymore."
"So you ran instead."
He sighed through his nose, joining you in your stargazing. "It could be surmised to that. Yes."
"Are you just here to remind me of what I can't have?"
Loki grabbed your chin and forced you to look at him. "You and your pesky mortality terrifies me, but after insistent nagging from my mother and brother alike, and after tireless self-reflection... I've come to realize you're faster."
You blinked, stunned by the sheer honesty from the God of Lies. You, a simple mortal, had managed to find your way under his skin and poison the well of his cold composure.
"Does that mean I can kiss you again?"
You could barely finish your sentence before Loki was smashing his lips into yours, starved and icy with need. Anyone would be insane to miss the chill, but you were past sanity to fall in love with Loki in the first place.
Your fingers tangled into his inky locks, throwing yourself over the hammock and clambering into his lap to find yourself closer. Loki welcomed you with open arms, steadying you by splaying his fingers against the sides of your ribs.
"I can't guarantee you happiness," Loki whispered after minutes of making up for the past year of lost kisses. "I can't guarantee you anything."
"Guarantee you won't run." You replied, trailing your fingers against his jaw to assure yourself you weren't dreaming.
He didn't agree, just brought you in for one more kiss. "I'm not sure if I admire you or hate Midgard more."
"Then take me to Asgard."
"You know I can't do that."
"Then don't stay here, just don't wait another year to come see me, Loki. All I ask is that you never, never do that again. I can't take it. I can't take the uncertainty of never seeing you again." You pleaded, blinking away tears. "Just as you are a selfish God, I am a selfish mortal. Let me be selfish."
He stared into your eyes, sifting through all the emotions that circled in your irises. Between them, hurt and yearning intertwined among all the different shades.
"I promise."
It was the first genuine promise Loki ever made. There were no schemes, no hidden inhibitions, no catches behind it. Just a pure promise of presence.
And that's all you ever wanted.
That night, Loki followed you to bed. He wore the sweater he had left, freshly washed. He lit the pine candle still left in waiting on your dresser. He wrapped himself around you, your head brought into his chest, and smoothed out all your hairs until you drifted to sleep.
You jerked yourself awake the next morning, fearing the entire exchange had been a dream cruelly played on you.
Fear creeped into your ribs and grabbed you by the neck when you turned over to an empty bed, your breathing becoming strangled as your lip quivered with the realization that you would never get what you wanted, and that would haunt you forever.
But as Steve would always say, in true vintage fashion; never say never.
Your heartbeat leapt when your bedroom door quietly creaked open, a moment of pause left you anxiously awaiting whoever your guest may be.
With a little bit of struggle, Loki revealed himself from the partition of your door, still sleep tousled with two coffee mugs in hand. His eyes brightened when he saw you awake, shutting the door back with his foot.
"After a bottle of wine, I thought you'd might like a cup of coffee." He excused himself, drifting towards his side of the bed and making himself comfy once more.
You nodded, only now noticing the pang of tenderness creased along your right brow. "Yeah, little hungover." You whispered, taking your first sip. It was exactly how he knew you liked it. "For a second... I thought you were gone, and that it was all a dream."
Loki smirked, bringing his arm back around you. "Dreams are for believers, darling."
You didn't respond, just melted into his touch and rested your head back against the nook of his shoulder. Dappled rays of light filtered through your tower window and small sounds of other teams members waking muffled through your bedroom wall.
Maybe it wasn't a dream, but you sure are glad you still believed in him.
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