What do you think biker!Loki would be as a boyfriend? Would he be sweet and caring while he gives you a ride around the city and makes occasional stops to take pictures whit you on his camera? Or maybe brooding silent type who likes to see you sit on his bike and then proceeds to fuck you on it? Or maybe one of those people who loves to see his clothes like his jacket on your shoulder, or maybe one of those people who lives for the classic romantic moments while shielding you form the rain while he holds his jacket above your head while you hands are on his cheeks warming them and making sure he shares some of that heat…🧎🏻♀️😍🏍️
𝐀/𝐍 || OKAY so if this becomes a series I'm blaming/thanking you cause this spawned a demon of an idea. Also I found this song called No Good by UNSECRET, Ruelle and it gives me so many Loki vibes that I don't know what to even do. Also this is pure filth so ENJOY.
I didn't add tags cause I legit don't know who to tag.
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 || He could believe he owned you for as long as possible, but even you knew that's not how this particular game was played.
𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 || 1.3k
𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 || Biker!Loki x Fem!Reader
𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 || EXPLICIT so BYE MINORS YOU SHOULDN'T BE HERE, oral (f receiving), exhibitionism, fingering, slight cussing, slight angst i think, dominance kink if you squint. let me know if i missed anything.
Loathing him never quite worked out for you in the end. The hatred that burned through your body now, something entirely different; a burn that you couldn’t seem to heal. One that he fed with every kiss, every soul crushing touch. And you blamed it on that silver tongue of his; blamed it on the way his lips said one thing but his eyes promised another.
A spell he cast over you until he had you right where he wanted you. Until it was helpless to keep fighting back, and you were stuck in the same situation as before. And it’s not like you hated this position. Hated what he did. Your reasons for hating the silver tongued devil was different from how you felt about the way he made your body light up.
The flames that licked against your skin, branding you with him. His taste, touch, voice. All of it embedding beneath your skin like a tattoo that he had placed on you personally. One that would forever remain in the same place. Directly over your heart; a mark of who you belonged to. Who you’d always belong to, because that’s just what he did. How he roped you in to begin with. The loathing somehow mixed with a dangerous dose of that horrific emotion you kept at bay. The one that neither of you dared to say out loud.
“Loki,” you breathed out, hand tangling in the dark locks that he kept loose. Did you hate him now? You weren’t sure. The answer became as tangled as you had been with him just this morning.
Just this morning he’d been between your thighs, hands holding your own above your head in his tight grip, and not three hours later he was at it again. Claiming that all gods were insatiable creatures, and for you to simply allow him to push you into the throes of pleasure. To feed the flames that spread their way through your body. You should have felt bashful to be spread out like this for him in the middle of a field, but he pushed the thoughts out of your mind as quickly as they arrived.
His tongue, skilled at more than just telling simple lies to get him out of situations. Gripping the edge of the bike’s seat you attempted to stay stable enough in your sitting position, as he spread your legs even further. His hands, gripping at your flesh hard enough to leave it tender later. But he’d deal with that when it came. Claiming that he’d lave his tongue over the parts of you that stung from his teeth, his hands, as he ate at you like you were a delicacy.
And perhaps you were. Perhaps you were divine enough to drive this man to the brink of madness.
It was a power you didn’t know you had the capability of possessing. One that forced a man who wore blood on his pale knuckles proudly, to his knees. A queen to the king of lies. Powerful enough to seduce him; to have him bending to your will. A man willing to kill for you. And maybe that’s what you hated. His willingness to do absolutely anything to possess your heart as well as your body; absolutely anything to keep his queen happy and sated.
But you knew that you were the one telling lies when you told yourself that. When you whispered you hated him instead of the other word. When you cried out his name, relishing in the pleasure he gave you. It was all a lie. A lie upon another lie; continuing to build until it had become its own fortress of deviousness. A home large enough for two.
You and him.
“I’ll do anything for you,” he whispered against your clit, tongue sucking it back into his mouth.
If there’s one thing you...it was that Loki didn’t lie to you. Out of everyone in his life he chose to undermine, chose to stab in the back. It was you he told the truth to, about everything, and that’s why it was so hard to hate him. Why it was easy to look him in the eyes and think those three words that bred nothing but disaster. Chaos in it’s finest was always something he thrived on, but those words would do nothing but break the both of you.
Shatter any good in this relationship based on everything bad.
“Oh-fuck.” Your nails dug into the leather of his seat, head tipping back as he pushed two fingers into you, curling them precisely. Setting a pace he knew would throw you off the ledge you were currently standing on.
Dangerous in all the best ways possible, because it was gifted to you by a god.
He pulled away, sucking his fingers into his mouth and moaning at the taste, leaving you gasping for air. “You’re a vision my love,” he said, a kiss pressed to your thigh to accentuate his statement. “An ethereal being that I am lucky enough to possess.”
You breathed out a laugh, fingers tightening their hold on his hair and dragging his face towards yours. Your teeth immediately dig into his bottom lip. Sucking it into your mouth and earning another sound from him that could only be considered as feral. He liked to believe he owned you. That he was capable of capturing you and keeping you as his, and you allowed it to happen.
Agreed that it was him who held your heart when he asked who you belonged to. Smiled in utter delirium as he spread your slick on your lips, the question of if he was yours on the tip of his tongue.
“You don’t possess me,” you whispered into his mouth, hand going around his throat and squeezing lightly. “Isn’t that right...my love.”
His eyes lit up with mischief, a look you’d seen millions of times before, as he dropped back to his knees. Tongue licking at you in a frenzy, his fingers pressing against the spot that had you jolting forward, your hand digging further into his hair. It was building in your lower body, enough so that you forgot what you’d been saying. Forgot that you were sitting on his bike, skirt hiked up to your waist, in the middle of a field for the whole world to see.
Yet what did you expect when he’d turned you into this person? Someone willing to give everything to him, just as he did with you. Truly a helpless person in love.
“I’m going to-” you gasped, eyes flying open to meet his as he sucked particularly hard on your clit. “Fuck!” A scream of his name followed, your head going dizzy and you lost yourself in the pleasure.
Gave into the fire and allowed it to swallow you whole.
“That’s it,” he cooed, fingers continuing to pump steadily into you, until you could hear it. “A magical sight indeed.”
“You flatter me Loki.” Your breath came out in gasps, hand shifting to cup his jaw; feeling his lips suck around your thumb lightly.
He smiled, drawing you closer for a kiss. “I take joy in the flattery I give you. It allows me to see you like this. And it is a sight to behold.”
You hummed, kissing him lightly, tongue running along his bottom lip to gather what he hadn’t cleaned up yet. “Sight yes...taste on the other hand.”
“Utterly divine,” he growled, hand gripping the back of your neck to keep you from going anywhere. His lips capture yours in a searing kiss. One that had you whining into his mouth, fingers curling around the leather of his jacket.
Your taste was on your tongue, but you didn’t find you cared all that much. Not when it came from his to begin with. Not when you were still shaking from the aftershocks as he pressed his thumb against your clit. Ripping a moan from your throat. He always claimed that you were the one to finally push him the last few steps until he reached insanity. But you knew that it would be him who pulled you off the cliff as well.
A shared bond unlike any other. A love unlike any other.
Sorry if this has already been asked. In HFY, did all or most of the Howlies know each other when they were teens? Were most of them part of the same groups/cliques, or did it vary?
It’s a fair question.
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They didn’t all meet in high school. They’re also not all the same age.
Bucky and Steve obviously grew up together.
They met Sam at the V.A. and when Sam spotted their motorcycles, he knew he wanted to be friends with them. He immediately brought them over to his own motorcycle and they started talking shop...literally.
They always joke that Nat found them. One day she just showed up at a bar and somehow knew they were a group of friends that rode motorcycles. She just took a seat and started talking to them as if it wasn’t the weirdest thing in the world. They never actually heard her say it, but they all knew she used to do some shady shit for the government. She never tells them and they never ask.
Thor met Bucky when Bucky got into a fist fight at a bar once. It was 1 against 5 and Thor thought that was hardly fair, so he thought he’d help Bucky out. They became immediate friends. From there, he introduced his brother Loki to the group.
Clint was a little bit older than Bucky and Steve, but he lived in the same town as them. He sometimes helped them out with their motorcycles when they were trying to figure out how to fix a bike or put one together. It wasn’t until a year after being friends with Nat that they realized Nat had known Clint for years.
Banner was simply a local doctor who had too good of a heart to turn down an injured person, even if they didn’t get said injury from unlawful activities.
a role reversal with Kindergarten Teacher Thor x Biker Loki is a good image though!! (Loki is the type of biker who wears tight leather and lounges sexily on his motorbike whenever Thor passes by)
Oh yes!
This is a good imagine, and Thor is far too lovely - so good with little kids and so gorgeous and Loki is just smitten so he’s hanging around, trying to look as sexy as possible, straddling his bike like he’d like to straddle Thor.
In HFY do the Howlies just gloss over the fact that Loki saved the day or do the acknowledge that although he was being creepy and semi stalking things could have ended much worse if he didn't hide a tracker on Y/N. Sorry if that sounded rant like, it wasn't ment to be.
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Loki has always been the outsider in the group. And he likes it that way. After the whole Hydra situation is handled and Bucky’s cleared from the hospital, he personally thanks Loki for all that he did. He understands why Loki handled things the way he did. And though it might not be how Bucky would’ve done it, he’s thankful nonetheless.
The Howlie all know what Loki did and they’re grateful for it. Everyone knows Loki hangs around more for his brother than anything. But that doesn’t mean he isn’t their family too. Loki is like the weird cousin they see at family gatherings.
In HFY, we know that children Barnes love their uncle Thor. But what about their uncle Loki ?
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To be honest, Loki has never been good with kids. He doesn’t know how to interact with them. He barely knows how to interact with adults. So Loki stays away from all the Howlie kids. They make him uncomfortable and most of them he finds extremely annoying.
However, when Amelia is older, she understands her Uncle Loki a bit more. She isn’t thrown off by his quietness and how he’d prefer to be a recluse than socialize with all of them. She can relate to him in that way a bit. So she has a secret fondness for him. When she’s more of a young adult and less of a kid, she’ll try to talk to him at family gatherings. He doesn’t seem to mind that too much.
Is there a member of the Howlin who has a secret crush for Reader?
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“Crush” is a very strong word, I would say.
I think all the male Howlies can admit that they find Y/N attractive. They also can’t ignore how seamlessly she entered their little group of misfits.
But I don’t think any of them had actual crushes on her.
I mean, after you see the way Y/N and Bucky look at each other, it’s hard to imagine a world where the two of them aren’t together. None of them had a chance. And when they realize how Bucky feels about Y/N, they wouldn’t try anything to get in his way – even if it’s something as innocent as a crush.
I think if Bucky hadn’t made a move, Loki always showed some intrigue in her. The man did place a tracker on her. But was he also willing to put Y/N in danger before they could straight everything out? Yes. Which isn’t too great.
Loki has always been the outsider in the group. He was intrigued by how quickly everyone liked and approved of Y/N, something that was a foreign feeling to him personally. They might’ve clashed a lot. But yes, he found her very beautiful and liked her stubborn yet strong personality. Feisty has always been Loki’s weakness.
