Old enough to know better. Came for Loki. Stayed for Loki. Wife, Mum, 48, Stripey. The one with the red and pink hair. Reading/Audible/Alt music/Art/Photography Love Joe Strummer/The Clash. LFC/YNWA. Detectorists/Small Prophets/Ghosts/Lockwood+co. COD/Ghost+Soap, Riley+Gaz. Gather catering/chef/village baker/coffee maker. ADHD/PTSD/HRT/ND Cat lady, dog lover, rescue animal owner. Lapsed Catholic, Irish heritage, pagan leanings.
Fuck it, I’m coming out of fanfic retirement to write a fix-it fic. Please enjoy the first chapter written in a weed fueled frenzy and edited under the influence of copious amounts of caffeine:
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.
Part 5 Warnings: 18+; minors DNI. SMUT! So much smut. Smut and nothing but. Seriously. You could literally replace the next 2500 words with the sentence "they had sex" and you would achieve the same level of plot.
Fingering (F receiving), oral sex (M + F receiving). Orgasms (M + F). PiV. Effects of sex-infection (and the inherent dub-con).
Part 4
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(A little note: thank you so much to everyone who has commented, liked and shared this series!! You have all been so brilliant and I have loved interacting with you all!)
Part 5
He waded to shore with you slumped against him, then laid you back onto the grass beside the diminished embers of the campfire. You were barely aware that you were still naked.
“Fuck…” you muttered, covering your face with your hand. “Fuck, Loki, I’m so sorry. I’m so embarrassed. I should never have let you… You’re – and I’m…”
“Shhh.” A flask appeared at your lips. “It is nothing. Drink”.
It was flowery, and slightly sweet, and the most refreshing thing you had ever tasted. You gave a lewd, involuntary groan as you sucked it down.
“Elderflower cordial,” he said, as he vanished the flask back into the ether. He magicked two of his little light-globes to bob about in the air around you, coating your small clearing in a dreamy glow. “So that I can more easily keep an eye on you,” he added.
You looked away from him. He was being so… chivalrous? Was that it? Was he genuinely concerned for you, or was there something else? “Are… Are you…?”
“Seemingly not. As Banner suspected, it appears I am immune.”
You swallowed. You could feel the now-familiar thrum again rising between your thighs, and you pressed them together, trying to stave off the inevitable. Your skin, no longer cooled by the water, tingled and burned, and you shifted uncomfortably.
“Is there anything else you require? Are you hungry? Cold?”
Cold?! Your skin felt like it might be on fire. Oh God, I’m going to have to tell him…
“Thank you,” you began. “But I don’t need… Loki, I’m sorry, I’m going to have to… Fuck, this is so humiliating—”
Before you could complete the thought, his hands were at your face, gently lifting your chin so that he could meet your eyes.
“There is no reason for you to be embarrassed.” His face was still shadowed with concern – but there was something else, too. “I am here to keep you safe. And ,” he added throatily, eyes sultry, “comfortable.”
Fuck. Were you delirious with lust, or did he just offer to… to…?
His hands on your face were cool; so delightfully, soothingly cool. “I’m… hot. My skin feels like… Like I’m sunburnt. The water was cool, but -
And once again, before you could even finish speaking, his hands were moving, and you marvelled at the instant relief at his touch. His fingertips ran over the lines and ridges of your neck and collarbone; tracing the outer curve of your breast; pausing at your ribcage. His palms flattened, spreading their coolness over the skin of your belly, then your thighs.
“Just a trick,” he murmured.
“That’s… perfect,” you gasped.
But in truth, now you were only more aware of the places he wasn’t touching you; your cunt pulsed demandingly, your clit tingling with the need to be strummed and thumbed and kissed and sucked. You writhed under his hands, silently urging him to move closer to those forbidden places.
“Use your words, darling.” His voice was low and gritty in a way that you had never heard from him before. He’s teasing me, you thought. But you didn’t care.
“Please, Loki. I need to come again. Please,” you said hoarsely, and a new wave of arousal hit you at how utterly filthy it was to be begging him so.
He remained poised above you as he slowly stroked up your inner thigh, and your knees fell away of their own accord, exposing you fully to him. He paused, a fingertip delicately tracing the swollen lips, then dipped just inside you, groaning at generous dose of slippery wetness gathered there. His touch was utter bliss.
His fingers moved again, slathering your own arousal over your clit, the soft pads making large, slow circles. You whimpered, the pleasure spreading over you, deepening, curling tightly into your pelvis where it settled like a taut string.
His circles became tighter, faster, firmer; the coil inside you grew tighter and tighter, and it was almost, almost too much—
And then his long, elegant fingers were inside you, and you had never felt anything so exquisite.
“Yes – oh God, yes; fuck, Loki, that’s so good, it’s so good—"
He finger-fucked you with the expertise of a thousand years; pumping and flexing and twisting and curling in the depths of your dripping cunt. You bucked your hips to meet his hand, whimpering and moaning in pathetic, wretched pleasure. He lowered his mouth to kiss and tongue your clit, swirling and sucking the swollen bud, and his fingers continued to make wet, filthy sounds as they worked that perfect spot inside you.
“Uuuuhng, fuck,” you cried, “fuck, Loki, I’m going to come—”
And you did, arching your back as you gushed all over his beautiful face.
You fell back to the grass, eyes closed and breathing heavily, in what you knew would be temporary relief.
“Loki, I… Thank you.”
“No need,” he said shortly. He sounded flustered; you glanced over at him. He had rolled away from you, and now lay on his back, eyes closed and breathing measured. You ran your gaze down his body to see that he was generously tenting his boxers.
As soon as you really looked at him, you could see it written all over him - not just his erection (fucking hell, it was enticing), but everywhere. His pale skin was flushed, even in the low light, and a sheen of sweat graced his forehead; his hands clenched and unclenched, trying to distract himself from the urge to palm himself over the wet satin. To reach under the waistband and fist himself, rough and fast, to relieve the building ache that you knew he must be experiencing. You felt the heat in your own skin building again.
“Loki? Loki, are you…?” You couldn’t finish the sentence.
“I don’t know,” he said with a grunt. “But I do seem to be having difficulty,” he gave another raspy groan, “controlling myself.”
“It’s OK if you – if you need to—"
He interrupted with a roar. You watched, enthralled, as he freed his straining hard-on and began stroking himself in long, decadent movements. He was big even in his own large hand, which moved silkily back and forth along his full length, pausing at the tip as though teasing himself. You couldn’t help it – the desire to grasp it in your hands, feel it fill your mouth - you needed it.
“Can I… Would you like my help?”
He opened his eyes, and for the first time in hours, he was not looking at you with pity or concern, but with unmistakeable lust. Your blood ran hot as his hand fell back, his long thighs parting invitingly.
You moved to kneel between them and hungrily wrapped a hand around his manhood. In your lust-addled state, your mouth watered at his size. Even in your wildest imaginings… Loki gasped at your touch, chiselled abdominals clenching, palms pressing into the ground as though seeking a holdfast.
“Yessss…” he said again, his tightly controlled affect slipping.
You slid furtively along the velvet skin, as though you were trespassing on outlawed lands. Your fingers ran up and over the head, avidly tracing the secret ridges and valleys; finding the spots that made him tremble and moan, made his pulse hammer in thick, perfectly raised veins. Through it all, he didn’t take his eyes off you.
Your free hand trailed patterns up his inner thigh, and he gasped. You felt drunk on the haze of lust and the power of kneeling over him. The god of mischief. He was so vulnerable like this; laid back in the grass, legs spread for you, his cock in your hand, delicious sounds spilling uncontrolled from his lips. So far from the cold, ostentatious image you had held of him. You eased a drop of precum from the slit with your thumb. Taste it, your sex-clouded brain demanded.
You lowered your mouth, running the full width of your tongue over the flat of the head; using it to trace his frenulum; swirling over and around the tip. He gave another filthy groan, and there was a soft thud as his head fell back.
He was rock hard, and yet his skin was a soft as satin. You closed your lips around him, stretching your mouth wide to accommodate his size. At first, you could only manage the tip; but as you began to relax, you found yourself sliding down his length, taking more of him than you would have believed possible, until the head pressed against the back of your throat. You sucked, swallowed; he growled at the pressure, wet and hot, and you felt his hands wind in your hair.
“Norns…Uunh, f-fuck, yesss… Take - me…”
Nothing could have been more arousing in that moment than the sounds of Loki approaching climax. Your cunt pulsed and clenched emptiness, and you pressed your thighs together, writhing, desperate for some friction, for anything to alleviate the need to be filled and fucked and taken apart. You sucked his perfect cock with a fervour that you barely recognised as your own, ignoring the gagging and the drip of saliva down your chin, desperate only to feel the forbidden pulse of his cum down your throat…
You moaned, the sound vibrating down the length of his shaft, and you felt his grip tighten in your hair.
“Fuck… Aaaghn, I’m going to—”
He stiffened, every muscle in his body tightening, and then his cum filled your mouth – hot, rich, velvet-smooth, spilling from the corners of your lips as he emptied into you in a powerful, uninhibited orgasm.
You pulled back from him, sitting back on your calves and self-consciously wiping your mouth on your shoulder. He watched you, a sex-weary smirk flirting across his mouth. Then he sat up.
Your entire body was alight with arousal.
When he reached towards you, you were certain he was going to kiss you; instead, he ran his thumb across your lips, collecting the dribble of his seed that had spilled there. His smouldering gaze never left yours as he brought it to his own lips, sucking it clean.
You whimpered. It was all you could do.
Then he broke.
His hands came up fast. You barely registered their movement before he was gripping your arms, roughly lifting you and throwing you backwards, your back slamming hard into the ground; and him above you, his arms caging you, his hair cascading down towards you, his eyes meeting yours filled with pure, reckless lust.
He licked his lips, only inches from your face. “I have to have you,” he growled.
“I know,” you managed to pant out, mirroring his desperation.
Loki was greedy; his lips met yours voraciously, violently, exploring your mouth with a zeal you had never experienced. He shifted his weight to one side, freeing his hand to ghost over your body, leaving electric sparks everywhere he touched. He flattened his palm on your breast, cupping and squeezing, pinching the tightly peaked areola, and you wanted to scream - with exhilaration, with frustration, you weren’t sure – but his tongue filled your mouth, and the most you could do was moan in the beautiful agony of wanting him.
His long legs intertwined with yours to pry them open, shifting his hips to guide himself to wait at your wet, throbbing entrance. His boxers had vanished, evaporated in a fresh sizzle of seiðr, and your hands grabbed at his naked hips, trying urgently to pull him towards you, into you. You had never needed anything more.
Then, abruptly, he lifted his head to see your face, and his eyes flashed with hubris at the perfect “o” shape of your mouth as he slid inside you in one rough, deep thrust.
You cried out at his entry, for no matter how much you had wanted him, needed him, no matter how wet and aching and desperate you were, his size was more than you had ever taken. More than you had ever dreamt of taking. He paused for you; the effort it took was evident in his tortured, panting breath.
“Please don’t stop,” you groaned, and your voice was garbled, “please fuck me. Please fuck me, Loki—”
He relented, rolling his hips to sink into you, and you found yourself pressing your own pelvis up to meet him. Divine, you thought hazily, watching the flex of his firm, sculpted torso as he drove into you. His hair hung in dishevelled tendrils around his beautiful face, his head thrown back, his lower lip between his teeth. Moans, whimpers, shallow pants floated around you, and it was impossible to tell if they were yours or his.
With every perfect drag of his cock, you surrendered your pleasure to him. He sank into you again and again, bottoming out with each wave, every thrust as smooth as the sheathing of a sword, and you wondered if the desire might drown you; if you would ever be the same once you were done. His name fell from your lips over and over, a nonsensical prayer to the only god who mattered now; the one who hissed above you with each whispered syllable.
Your eyes found his; he was gazing down over his flawless cheekbones, watching your face.
He’s watching me fall apart, you realised. He’s going to watch as I… As I…
The thought pushed you over the edge, and you came. Your cunt pulsed and shuddered and clenched around him, your face contorting, and you cried out again; only this time it was guttural, primal, and he didn’t slow for you as he had before. Instead, his movements quickened, his rhythm growing wild and ragged and filthy.
“Fuck, yesss,” he groaned again, panting, never taking his eyes from you. “Norns, f-fuck—"
And for the first time, he called your name into the darkness - and he came, pressing you into the ground, body frozen as he unloaded his godly seed deep inside you.
He lowered his head, gently kissing the hollow of your shoulder as he withdrew from you. He was breathing hard, and you felt the little puffs of air as he moved his mouth across your skin.
“How are you feeling?” he asked, sitting back to appraise you.
You gave an awkward laugh. “I’m… OK. I think. For now.”
“Drink,” he said, and pressed his reappeared flask of cordial into your hands. “It will be on us again soon.”
“Loki,” you began cautiously, “where does this end? What will happen to us?”
He smiled at you, and the romantic in you imagined there was affection in his face. “They will find us,” he said. He glanced over your head at the locator beacon waiting on the rocks; the one that you had set off the previous evening. “I need only keep you alive until then.”
You felt your sex begin to prickle. God, not again. I can’t take any more.
But when you looked up to find Loki kneeling before you, luxuriously fisting his stiffening cock, the blood in your veins ran instantly hot.
He fucked you there again, on the grass; and again, spinning you over and taking you from behind; and again, and again, and when you needed a break from fucking, you laid beside each other in the dark and masturbated together, barely touching, but there for each other all the same, before you climbed atop him and took him inside you once more. Until finally, blissfully, as he emptied into you and you cried his name into the dawn light one last time, you passed out cold.
