A/N: Entry for January Jumble Scribbles @societynsoelsscribbles - This is connected to your Lion and Mouse Mob!Thor AU @crazyunsexycool (bit of a soft launch for these two, but couldn't pass up a chance to let them have an outing with this prompt…)
Prompt: Jan 7th ‘Do you love me now that I can dance?’
He didn’t used to come at this hour.
There had been no need. His business here never required him past ten. Still, here he was. Again. Standing in the far corner of the VIP balcony like a shadow that slipped through the cracks, just late enough that the music was slower, the lights dimmer, and you had taken the stage.
He told himself it was convenience. That the timing made sense, that his presence here kept things in check. That the club manager paid better attention when he watched.
But it was a lie.
Because the truth was: you moved like sin wrapped in silk. Loki couldn’t stay away.
You never looked at him, not directly. But he saw the shift in your hips the moment you knew he was watching. He watched the promise you gave the crowd.
You were a master of suggestion. Smoke and mirrors. An eternal tease.
And Loki? Loki was a man who hated to be denied.
He came when the show had worn its glamour into something molten. When the sweat gleamed on your skin and the lights carved you into something ethereal. The other men watched with their mouths open and their minds empty. But Loki watched like a scholar faced with holy scripture.
You, a sin he could name in every language.
He shouldn’t want you. Not here. Not like this. Not when the club was technically ‘family business’, you were beneath him, in structure, in system, in status.
Yet….
Loki leaned on the railing now, drink untouched, tie loose. Eyes fixed on the slow arc of your body as your heels clicked across the stage. He should leave. The buzz in his pocket breaking the spell. Small mercy as he turned his back.. Family, Empire.. that had to come first.
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mob!boss loki who smiles sweetly when he sees you at the entrance of his lair fidgeting with the paper bag of lunch you cooked for him, thinking of kissing everywhere on your face as a thank you and he makes his way to you while thinking of getting you a nice necklace
that smile fades away when one of his men "accidentally" bumps into you, the paper bag bursting and spilling all your hard work on your shirt. before the tears in your eyes can even begin to fall down your pretty face, mob!loki has the bastard on the floor, and "accidentally" stabs him in the stomach seventeen times until what was once this man's stomach is a disgusting mess of red guts on the expensive floors.
he turns to you, a little worried that you're terrified now that you've seen what a violent monster he is, but you're kneeling on the floor still picking up the remnants of your ruined food, a gloomy look on your face as you look to loki sadly. he sighs fondly, and pulls you into his arms, petting your hair while his guards clean up both messes in the hall. he whispers a promise that he isn't mad at you, and he loves you very much and is very thankful you went through all that to make him a nice meal, even if he didn't get to taste it :(( he stands up, holding you in a princess carry, asking you if you want to eat somewhere fancy or have a picnic, but you're distracted by the specks of blood on his perfect face. he did that... for you?
it kind of sparked a weird but good feeling inside you, the thought that he had murdered someone without a moment's hesitation but treated you as if you were made of glass. you've never felt this cherished and you swear you're a good girl (and loki tells you that you are) but you can't help but be a little aroused by his obsession. what if someone flirted with you in front of loki? would he tie the bastard up and force him to watch your pretty cunt get ruined by your husband? would that be the last thing this unfortunate soul sees before loki slits his throat? and would he come back to you and kiss you sweetly, initiating another round of passion with you with another man's blood on his hands?
Summary: Loki and Y/n were some of the most formidable criminals of the gang The Avengers. On a heist, the one thing they didn't plan for happened: they got caught. And what's the best way to ensure they can't testify against each other? They pretend to be married. Only one problem...they pretty much hate each other.
Based on @deity-prompts' fabulous prompt: "A and B are part of a criminal group. When they’re caught, they pretend to be married so that they can’t testify against each other in court."
Pairing: Criminal!Loki Laufeyson x Criminal!Fem!Reader
Warning(s): mob!au themes, mentions of thievery, general stupidity, my bad humour, mob violence, possible gore, mild angst, possible references to death, lemme know if I forgot anything
SUMMARY: Loki loved gifting you jewelry so much that you had to put your foot down and stop him. But on your anniversary, you just couldn't stop yourself from repaying your boyfriend for such a beautiful yet so ridiculously expensive necklace money could buy.
CHARACTERS: Loki Laufeyson x Female!Reader (Established Relationship); Darcy Lewis; Thor Odinson.
WARNINGS: Alcohol Consumption; Cigarette Consumption; Explicit Sexual Content; Unprotected P in V; Anal. Use of Anal Plug; Masturbation; Dirty talks; Praising; Creampie; Missionary; Cowgirl Position.
WORDS: 4,580
"Should I even ask why he's in a bad mood?" Darcy had inquired one morning while you prepare her and your moody boyfriend's coffee order.
"He's always been like that." You brushed off, not wanting to be reminded of yet another small argument you had with your boyfriend of a couple of years now. It was one thing to give you gifts on special occasions it was another to have him give you on his whim--which was almost a frequent occurrence.
"Nah, he's extra cross with everyone this morning." Darcy pointed out with a knowing look on her eyes, you on your end tried your best to avoid. "So either of you gonna make up before your anniversary?"
"What?"
"Oh, now I get why."
"Anniversary?" You made your way to the calendar to check the date and Darcy was right. Tomorrow was your anniversary. The day you had relented in dating the moody Billionaire-slash-Mobster Leader. A few bumps in the relationship, but you've both moved on from after several lengthy conversations.
"Shit."
"You still have time to plan something, Babe." Darcy assured. "He's got a packed schedule for the entire day, so he might not be able to visit you on your breaktime, try to make the most out of it."
You smiled, relieved to know. After placing Darcy's order as well as Loki's own coffee on the to-go cups, you added a few pastries for Darcy to snack on for her help.
"Just let me know if you need me for anything, I'll try to help as much as I could." Darcy assured before leaving with her order.
You didn't have enough time to think of what to give your far too moody boyfriend as your entire morning had you on your feet taking orders and restocking. It was when your Uncle arrived that you finally had the chance to think.
"Can I have the rest of the day off?" You had asked as soon as your Uncle had placed the apron on.
"Hello to you too, My favorite niece. Yes, my morning was good, me and my handsome husband gone out on walks with the dog." Your uncle responded making your groan.
"I promise to do extra hours on Monday." You tried to convince but the smile on his face made you want to roll your eyes right now.
"You roll out the fresh batches on Tuesday and I'll even give you Monday off as well." Your Uncle wink and you were wondering if he knows something that you don't.
With your Uncle's approval, you made sure all the logs in the office were handle before you found yourself heading back to your shared apartment with your boyfriend, to plan exactly what you could give the man that has everything he could ever want at his disposal.
~
"You seem to be in a foul mood, brother?" Trust Thor to ruin his already calming mood.
Loki was not in the best of mood, and for good reason. His morning was filled with you two arguing over his gifts. A Serpanti Viper necklace he had been eyeing for months now. He wanted wait until a special occasion to give you the gift, but somehow you found it laying around in the bedroom and assume it was another gift of indulgence he had a habit of giving.
He had laid low with the extravagant gifts, unless it was for special occasions but somehow things circulated and for once he wanted nothing more than for you to shut up and let him explain without ruining the surprise. What's even worse was the fact that you preferred to spend the rest of the Friday in the club he owns, with Darcy and Jane. Loki has yet to see you all day and it was getting to him.
The loud bass of the club only fouled his mood even more. Thor's arrival only meant that the girls were here but his girlfriend was still nowhere to be seen--were you avoiding him?
"I don't believe I am." Loki brushed off, cradling the glass of whiskey in his hand.
"Well, you will be once you find out a couple of men already has their eyes on your old lady." Thor smirked patting his brother on the shoulder before leaving him in the privacy of the VIP lounge, a story higher from where the dance floor was, a floor higher from where you were.
Like the possessive bastard that he was, he found himself swallowing the remaining alcohol before taking a quick look from the confinement of the ledge. Like a hawk, his blue eyes were quickly trained towards you, eyes heating at the sight of you in the far too dangerously short black dress with just the support of the thin straps holding onto the swells of your breast--keeping you decent.
As if feeling his eyes, your eyes found him and with just a come hither, he found himself making his descent from his self-imposed throne and towards you. The dancefloor was packed to the brim. The smell of sex almost far to intoxicating but nothing could intoxicate him more than you. When he grew closer to you, everyone dispersed like the red sea. Everyone knew who he was, but no one was familiar with the woman that he would burn the world for.
"Good of you to leave your throne, your Highness." You purred.
He felt more recharged at the sight of you, only now coming to realize the familiar jewelry you had on. A perfect accessory to the column of your neck. If it wasn't his hand, he wanted nothing more than to have the most expensive necklace to take its place for him. His lips grew dry, palm sweaty, and he wanted nothing more than to ravage you from where you stood.
"Dance with me." You requested, fingers hooking onto his belt loop. A smile growing on your lips, a dangerous glint in your eyes that was all too familiar to him.
In the pound bass of the music, your body was all to glue to his own, swaying against his ever growing erection. It was dangerous. Control he never seems to have when it comes to you. His hands finally found their way to your hips, hoping to control your rhythm but found them pulling you more into him, digging his erection more into you.
"What are you doing to me, My Love?"
"Thought I'd give you a preview before I give you my own gift." You purred, directing his hands down to your ass, a foreign bump had him jerking and the glint on your eyes became all more evident what you had planned. "You're buying me too many expensive jewelry thought I'd repay you."
"How will you repay me?"
"You can do whatever you want with me."
"Anything?" He smirked, in the years that the two of you had been together, there was some boundaries neither of you had ever tested but there were things Loki had never thought you would ever be ready for.
"Anything." You winked.
And that was how you found yourself, barely able to say goodbye to Jane, Darcy, and Thor before you were practically manhandled back into Loki's waiting car. A promise of what was to come was in the air.
~
Nothing kills you more than the fact that the thirty minute car ride from Loki's club to your apartment was filled with silence. No kisses. No touches. Loki was torturing you the best way he did--with nothing.
You were squirming, in paper it was a good idea to finally indulge in a secret fantasy your boyfriend had. It started with one finger or two, creeping it's way to the ring of ass. You had never done anal and the idea wasn't something you truly indulged in, more so with a small jeweled plug lodged inside of an unfamiliar territory inside of you.
It took a lot of tequila, lube, and courage for you to do this half-assed plan if you were being honest. But as the night settled, the alcohol warmed inside of you, behind all the fear you had for this backfiring, the anticipation won you over. Anything meant free reign, Loki to torture you for acting like a brat for the gift that now constricted your neck, or Loki to incapacitate you for the next few days. Either possibilities somehow made your insides warm and far too ready for him.
As the car had finally halted, you turned to your boyfriend, seeing him staring right at you, leering eyes ready to prowl at his prey.
"I'm giving you ten minutes to head upstairs and prepare. When I come up, I want you naked in bed in nothing but the necklace around your neck and the plug inside of your ass." He instructed, hand cupping your cheeks and you took a whiff of his sent and how easy he could bring you into a puddle beneath him. "Are we clear, My Love?"
You nodded, taking measured breaths as the Driver had opened your side of the door. Without even skipping a beat, you had hopped down and made a dash up to your apartment--ignoring the killer heels you had on. It didn't take long for you to arrive in your apartment, but the anticipation was what made things more complicated for you.
The wetness that was slowly painting your inner thighs further added to the filth you were certain you would take part of once he gets inside. With no sign of security inside, you slipped off your heels and undid the up-do you had on as you finally made your way to your shared bedroom. Setting the door slightly ajar wanting him to have a sneak peak of what was to come.
Taking a measured breath, you slipped off the black dress Darcy had brought for you (under Loki's tab she might add) and allowed it to pool beneath your feet. Only now did the fullness of the plug nestled inside of you become evident. The anticipation of what could possibly replace it in a few minutes. Sliding into the bed, you laid against the headboard, legs spread wide, showcasing the wetness and the fact that your boyfriend had not noticed you weren't wearing any panties at the club.
At the sound of the door closed, your heart rate quickened, your eyes lingered at the door, watching from the open space if he had made his way. At the shadow of his figure finally making his way, you held your breath until he finally slipped inside and locked the door behind him. His eyes was dead-set on your eyes, never once did his eyes falter to your naked state and that brought a new kind of torture you didn't know he could dish out on you.
You watched him slowly, but efficiently slip off his tie before letting it fall to the pool where your black dress resides. Next was his shirt, how slow he was in unbuttoning, and the way his eyes darken and refused to break any contact with your own. At the sight of his naked skin, you were craving him. His chest and torso painted in scars from attempted assassinations, fights, and from the messy childhood he and the rest of his family were placed in, it made him so beautiful still. Your very own canvas to paint as much as your was his to decorate.
"Come here." He orders and you found yourself following. Eyes focused on his broad shoulders, how you ached to have your legs resting on them in this moment.
You crawled towards him on all four. The tactic had him swallowing and his Adam's apple to bob. On all fours so close to him, you craned your head right up to meet his eyes.
"Unzip me." He ordered and you were far too quick to obliged, on your knees, you did your best to unbuckle his belt and unzip his fly in one fluid motion. Before you could take hold of his glorious cock, his hand was quick to halt you from your action. The sound of his tongue clicking sounded and you wondered if you made the mistake. "Hands and knees, and face the headboard." He instructed, pulling out his cigarette and his lighter and cigarette from his pocket.
You gulped but nodded, turning to face away from him. The clicking sound of his lighter echoed before the scent of tobacco lingered in the air. You badly wanted to turn to look at him, of what he planned to do with you now.
"You did all of this for me, My Love?" He inquired, the creak of leather made you realize he had now sat on the sofa that was positioned right in front of the bed. "You look glistening from here, Y/N." He continued.
You whimpered, your insides tightening at his words, the familiar ache and the sensation of the plug inside you all was a heady combination.
"That plug looks like it's a big one," He continued on and without even looking at him you know the sinister look that came with the notice. "You must have spent the entire day prepping yourself with it."
You whimpered but said nothing. Fearing if you do anything more, he might continue on with this torture. You could only nod, eyes focused on the hardwood headboard of your bed. The dents from your nails digging from the numerous of instances where your boyfriend brought you into immeasurable pleasure.
"Use your words, My Love. We have all night." He warned.
"Yes." You moaned, feeling yourself tighten even more against the plug.
"Did you play with yourself too while you were at it?" He inquired.
You did--you tried too. But no matter what you do, you just couldn't get even a semblance of an orgasm without Loki. It simply had you far too strung up and ready to snap at any given moment.
"Your words." He warned. "Don't make me say it for the third time, Y/N."
"Yes. I played with my self but I couldn't get off." You confessed, finally feeling the warmth wash over your face.
"Why is that?"
"It's not you." You continued.
"Turn around and up on your knees." He instructed and you found yourself doing just that.
You blinked at the sight that fall before you. Looking on the sofa, powerful legs spread apart, but the thing that had your mouth watering was the sight of him smoking using one hand, and jerking himself with the other. The precum glistening clearly from where you knelt.
"What a beautiful mess you turned into from just the sight of me, My Love." He craned his neck to the side, looking at you. Exposing your to the cold air, your nipples perking up and felt far too exposed to his hungry eyes now. "Show me what you did while I wasn't here."
You blinked watching him continue on his ministration of slowly rubbing himself and your hands had a mind of their own as you did just as he said. One hand spread the lips of your pussy and the other rubbing slow circle against your overly sensitive nub.
"What do you want me to do with you, My Love?" He inquired taking one last breath from his cigarette before putting it off in the ashtray besides him. "What do you want me to do to you tonight?"
"Anything." You found yourself answering immediately. Fingers continued all on their own assault of your body.
"Dangerous words, My Love." He warned. "Choose something more specific for tonight."
"Anything. You. Want." You spoke again, eyes staring right through him. You were stubborn and you will not be scared off by Loki's warnings anytime soon. You've both been through hell and back and nothing could possibly scare your from him at this point.
"Do you want me to tell you what I want to do to you tonight?" He inquired.
You nodded, anticipating it for tonight.
"I want to fuck you in every hole in your orifice. Even when you tell me to stop, I won't. I will fuck you until I am fucking satisfied. I will take a good few hours on your ass. I will mark your entire body and maybe even fuck a baby into you while I'm at it. You will not be able to walk for days, that as a promise, but I will make an extra effort in making sure that every single time you sit down, you will be reminded of how much I fucked you."
"Then what's stopping you?" You titled your head to the side.
"I will break you, My Love." He warned.
"And I will love it, Loki." You assured him. "I trust you with my body. If I didn't, I would have ran to the hills a long time ago."
He stood now, measured steps inching him closer to you until he finally halted right in front of you and you were stopping yourself from finally taking hold of him now.
"Give me a safe word."
"Pumpkin." You answered immediately and gasping as his hand had now replaced your own and you were finally growing closer to your much needed release.
~
You were a mess, Loki had realized as he continued to pound himself into you. His thrust a dangerously hard pace that you couldn't keep up with. But never once did he hear the safe word from your lips. You, who was painted with spit, sweat, and tears, was begging him for more and he continued on even as he demanded you to say your safe word, you still refused.
His eyes fell towards the bedside table, to where the anal plug rested. How he had discarded it hours ago by now, but had not yet gone through with his words of fucking you there. It scared him that it might just be the tipping point and you get hurt in the process too. So he tried to distract you as much as possible and you looked satisfied now, the dazed look in your eyes that still focused on him.
"Please Loki, fuck me in the ass already." It scared him sometimes how you could easily read his mind and his inner monologue when he wasn't paying attention.
In his life, he had perfected the mask that had brought fear and the constant uneasiness to the men that was under him and towards his own family, but you--you continued to crumble the walls he had made for himself. His perfectness in this cruel and messed up world. But he loved to destroy you, to turn you into this perfect mess for him to clean up, to care for, to live the rest of his messed up and far too dangerous life with.
He watched you shove him onto the bed, until he laid in his back. His eyes watched with what little strength you still had turned until you sat on his lap. His weeping cock gliding against the lips of your pussy from your movement. Your perky breast, glistening with sweat, the darkening marks from his lips and teeth slowly growing evident in the lights of the bedroom. His hands, roughly planted on one of his favorite part of your body, your waist.
"Please Loki." You whimpered, hands now playing with your nipples in front of him. A beautiful sight for him. "I want you in me." You continued, circling your waist and rubbing against him further.
He could come in that very instance, at your words. The effect it still had on him even as the years of knowing you. His kryptonite in this crazy world.
He watched you lean against him, one hand resting on his beating chest and the other holding onto his member. Lifting your waist up with his guidance and gently letting him through the sphincter until he was fully impaled inside of you. It felt different, no matter how much the lube and his finger had tried to loosen you up all night, there was a tightness that just felt so different. His eyes had been far too busy with the sight of fucking you this way that it didn't occur to him the discomfort in your eyes until after he looked up at you.
"Breath for me, My Love." He instructed, letting go of your waist and holding onto both of your hands now to give you as much support as you would need. "We have all night. Take it slow."
His grip on your hands ensured that your attention was on him. His mind was filled with nothing but the filthy thoughts of having your first in every sense of the word since he had first met you. He was your first everything; your first fuck, your first true love, the first guy you truly opened up to after all that had happened to your parents, and now this new first. He was the happiest man and the most selfish man to have ever lived in this world, lucky to have someone like you in his forsaken life.
"You look so good, My Love." He praised you. "You feels so good inside me." He continued, groaning at how quick you tighten around him just from his words.
You craned your neck back, showcasing your delicate neck, painted in his marks and the far too expensive necklace he had bought for your anniversary. A smile so proudly resting on his lips knowing it will be on full display for anyone to see in the café when you head back to work. How that would be his own little way to mark you as his own among other things.
"Move." You whimpered, shaky as you had gripped his hands. "Please move."
He tested with a quick thrust earning a whimpered from your lips. No longer did he see the pain on your face from the initial time. How you clenched on him like a vice and how your breath hitched for every miniscule movement he made. You were ready. Sitting up and taking you by surprise, he maneuvered you until your arms were now wrapped around his neck and his hands grasped onto your ass and fucking you in the same dangerous pace as before.
You bit your lips, the wetness painted his stomach as he continued on with his assault. You begged him over and over to fuck you harder and he could only comply to your wishes. It sent a shiver through his spine, how breathless you had been, words no longer coherent and your nails digging further onto his shoulder to the point of drawing blood. The sting was simply ignored as he was driving you to your god know what number of orgasm at this point.
"You're gonna cum for me?" He inquired, one hand now focusing on your neglected pussy. Rubbing you in time with his thrust. "Fucking look at me, Y/N." He demanded and as your dazed eyes meet his own everything else was just in full throttle, his hand having a life of his own and his hips were pistoling inside of you. Rearranging your guts at this point now. "Let go, My Love." He groaned slowly building up to his own release at this point.
You sobbed now, hands cupping his face and pulling him into a kiss as you finally let yourself go. Convulsing as Loki continued on with fucking until he found his own release. The lack of air and everything else in between finally allowed him to let go. Cum painting your insides, filling you right through the brim now. Pulling away from your grasp, he took a good look at you. How your face, caked in makeup was now a patchy mess, and he was guessing painted his own skin at this point but you still looked gorgeous. Anything you do and look you still did.
"That wasn't so bad…" You spoke, voice hoarse now shaky hands combing through his hear. "I need a shower but I don't think I can even stand after that." You groaned, legs wrapped around him.
"I'll take care of you." He promised, gently taking the necklace that was still miraculously intact after everything that happened tonight. "What do you want?" He inquired, smoothening out the wisp of hair on your face.
"A warm bath and some Pizza would be great right now." You requested and squealed when Loki stood up with you still inside of him.
"Your wish is my command."
~
With your head resting on your boyfriend's lap, the both of you had enjoyed the rest of the night eating greasy pizzas and watching a random chic flic on TV.
"There is also another gift I have for our anniversary." He points out out of the blue making your turn your head at him with brows raised. Here you thought the necklace was too much.
"Loki what did I say about gifts." You started but halted when he simply kissed your forehead and handed you his phone that showed a pdf file of something. "You're buying me a house and land?" You teased realizing it was a title of land.
"Something like that." He shrugged. "Remember that you and your Uncle are still making ends mean with rent for the past few months and refuse to make me help out."
Slowly things were making sense when you read pass through the rest of the documents in front of you. You sat up, ignoring the ache of your lower half as you met your boyfriend's eyes. The location was the exact same as the one where the café stood, and another plot of land where you and your Uncle had been talking about hopefully renting when you've both saved up to have a bakery. In all of the documents, it was named after you and after your Uncle. Nothing was named after Loki at all, no trace to connect him from you.
"What did you do, Loki?" You questioned finally turning to look at him and handing him back his phone.
"I want you and your Uncle to continue on with your dreams. This was both of your life's work and I want to help you out in whatever you need to make that happen. Whether you like it or not." He spoke. "Happy Anniversary, My Love."
Your bottom lips quivered before you tackled the man for a hug, peppering his cheeks with kissed before ending it was a kiss to his lips. It made you wonder still how lucky your stars had been in that moment when he had made his way to your café all those years ago. Who would have ever thought that a grumpy bastard like him would become this sweet and caring man that fucks you real good and does everything in his power to make you the happiest woman in the world.
"I fucking love you, Laufeyson." You muttered.
"You better, this are all expensive." He teased before pulling your right back into a kiss before both of your attention returned to the movie.
"If my lower half wasn't numb after you jackhammered me onto the bed, I'd fuck you again for this." You spoke all of a sudden.
"Don't start, Y/N." He warned and you could feel his growing erection.
You giggled nuzzling yourself further into his chest. This was, by far, the best Anniversary you ever had.
Since your wedding night you were living inside a nightmare, but you were going to wake up from it. Lessons are going to be taught in blood
MASTERLIST // PART 1 // PART 3
Chapter summary: Your grandfather comes to your aid, leaving a trail of blood
Pairing: MobBoss!Steve Rogers x ItalianMobGrandaughter!FemReader x MobBoss! Bucky Barnes
Chapter Warnings: cursing, a bit of derogatory slurs (yankee, and the sort), mafia violence, graphic violence, death of multiple characters (violents ones), hint at torture, smut, non-con, threesome, double penetration, hitting with a belt, a little choking,
+18 please. MINORS DNI
Word Count (Chapter): 4k
Notes: I wanted the reader´s grandfather to be Odín, but then I decided to make him an “oc” . Well, you readers put the face. AND I REALLY WANT YOU TO PUT HIM AN ACCENT WHEN YOU READ HIM! jajaja it improves him a bunch
This gets violent and gory, but with a happy ending, unprecedented, as the sweet @majo240820 said, yeah it's time they get what they deserve, let´s rain a sh*t storm on them
He greeted the illustrious homeowner, as he took off his fedora, as it was custom when you entered a home, he took off his long coat and gave it to the maid that received them with a smile. As he directed his attention to his old friend
“Borson” he greeted
“(Y/L/N)” he greeted back, “A pleasure to see you again, old friend” they shook hands, a hug, and they kissed each other cheeks twice. Odin invited him into his home office. He offered a seat in his leather chair, and he took the invitation, as he served him a glass of scotch
“It´s been a while” he responded, “And I´m afraid what brings me here is not a pleasant affair” He rolled his white crisp dressing shirt to his elbows, showing the Norwegian his aged tattoos, decorating his fingers like rings, even at the back of his hands, and forearms
“I was afraid you'd heard” he said, his guest stop swirling the drink on his glass to look at him
“You know what happened to her?” his tone dropped an octave, revealing his indignation
“No, at large” he said suddenly
“She was the bride” he said, his ire resounded through his teeth, “Of course I didn't like that she married a lesser yankee, but she is my only child´s daughter, and she told me he was a good kid, with a path in front of him”
“Yes, he is the young apprentice of Tony Stark”
“That downtown mobster” he said, disgusted, “So, what happened?”
“I don´t know,” he admitted, “But I'll ask my son”
“Bring him to me” he demanded
“He is running some business, he will be here shortly” As he had been summoned, Thor entered the room, suddenly surprised with the visit
He had never seen this man before, but, with just one look, he knew he had to present his respects
“He is one of the head of the Italian family, Césare” explained Odin, he looked towards his father and he only nodded, so Thor leaned in, and took the hand the guest was offering and he kissed it, “He is the grandfather of Peter´s young bride” in his tone was warning, and Thor suddenly understood why and what this man was doing here
“Oh” he muttered, uncomfortably
“I've come for my grandaughter” he said firmly, “You are going to tell me what happened to her, and why did she called me in tears claiming something went wrong”
“I don't know the details” he said
“Where is she?” he asked
“In Steve Roger´s house” he answered
“He isn't her husband” he was pulling the answers from him one by one if he had to, he sensed Thor's nervousness from the second he stepped into the room, and he was probably friends with these persons
“He and James Barnes, they…” he shrugged, “They liked her so they decided to…”
“Talk” he said firmly, “I don't have all day”
“They kept her”
“Kept her” he repeated, feeling rage washing over him like a mantle
“They took her in her wedding night, they called in lawyers and had her marriage annulled, and since then, they have kept her in his house” the glass of scotch broke in his hand in a million pieces, like it was nothing, not even a scratch on his hand while he looked into the floor, shaking with rage
“I'm going to kill them all” he muttered, he raised his gaze to look upon Odin, “Who are they?”
“Both war veterans, came here after a couple of tours, 38, 39 years old” he said
“My Age” muttered Thor
“They own a few territories” continued Odin, “They´ve taken over the pier in a bloody takeover a couple years back, and they really grew from there, pushing me back and your countrymen out of the city, they were born and bred here so they took it personally”
“I see”
“They are all allies between them, them both and Stark”
“You had grown weak, Borson” he said, contemptuously, “You had let this plastic mobsters take place in your town, when we were coming back from the war they were still sucking on their mother's tits” he grunted, “They have no respect, they have no moral codes, and you had let them grow, like weeds in your garden”
“I am too old for this, and you are too old for this”
“Agreed” he said with a sigh, “I was retired, leaving the business to my nephews, but this…. cannot go unanswered, I want my grandaughter back
“You need to relax” he said getting angry, “you are not in your territory”
“I will relax when I have them chained and my two roll royce split them apart,” Odin sighed
“I heard she is a sweet kid” Thor said softly, “And I'm sorry what they did to her”
“They will be sorry” he said, now he directed his gaze at Thor, “Now tell me where they meet”
“You can't just start killing people to get your point across” reminded Odin
“Tell me something, what would you do if they had your son?” Odin quited himself and looked at his friend, “What's the youngest one name, Loki? What if they had him?”
“I would burn everything to the ground” he said firmly, “Only to start the conversation”
“Very well, I would do the same, I´ll burn everything to the ground only to see the flames dance in her sweet eyes, she means everything to me” he said, “It's time we teach this plastic mobsters why they call us a famiglia” He looked for support in his friend's eyes, but he saw doubt instead, “If you help me getting her back, I´ll give you all their territories,” that seemed to seal the deal, as Odin looked at Thor and both nodded
Them, as César, has strong family values, and did not approve of what happened to her, to you
“Very well, let's start then” Thor said, pleased, “How are you going to make them understand that you are serious?”
“I send them a message”
Thor shared concerned looks with Loki as they reached the meeting point, everything was set up
“Is this the man you talk to me about?” Your nonno asked, he offered his hand, and Thor took it on his own and kissed it, Loki did the same, paying his respects. The dark haired sibling looked at Rumlow tied up
“Yes, the muscle of Rogers´ operation”
“Good” He walked slowly to the drunk man who had gotten beaten up to unconsciousness, his right hand, Ikaris, gave him a water bottle, which he dumped on his face, waking him up. “Wake up you piece of shit” the man did, and when he realised he was chained up, he started moving wildly
“Let me go you sick fuck!” he fought and yelled, only to realise it was doing him no good, so he finally stopped
“Where is (Y/N)?” he asked
“Like hell I will tell you!”
“I'm 70” he said mindlessly, “I want to rest, seat in my home looking at the Como lake” He leaned in, “My grandsons playing in the yard, well, my grandnephews” he sigh, fixing his tie, “I just want to take care of my family, I thought I was done with doing things like this” his thick accent resounding in the dead of night
“Fuck you, you italian scum”
“Tell me where's my grandaughter” he said softly, “And I might let that slide”
“You crazy old man!” he yelled, “You don't know what you are getting into”
“You are the ones that don´t how fucked you are” he responded, “I won´t ask again”
“You are too late” he mocked, “She is a mobwhore now, won't even leave the house where they have her filled with cock at all hours” A hard kick broke his whole mouth. He tried to yell but the only thing he was able to do was puked blood and teeth into the gravel
“I'll get my answers from someone else” he said, cleaning the sole of his shoe in the man's suit, pressing on his chest. He fixed his jacket, and when he was done, he twirled his index finger one time as a sign for his men
The two cars jumped to life, their engines roaring in the New York city night, fighting to gain traction in the gravel, but when they did, the chain tying them together through the man tightened
“Gangsters have no manners now a´days” he said above the man´s screams, as the two cars were tightening him to the point of broken bones
“Tell me about it,” muttered Odin. A last scream released both cars and splited the man in two
“This is a message” he said firmly, “I can trust your boy to do the rest?”
“Yes he will”
“good” Nonno and Thor shared looks, and the blonde just nodded
Bucky and Steve where his friends, but he was his father's son
You were about to hang up when you felt how someone grabbed you and stamp you to the wall, knocking the wind out off you
“Who the fuck are you calling?” Bucky grabbed you by the neck, ire dominating his features
You had to use the house phone, since they took all your belongings when they made you leave Tony's house to theirs.
“No one”
“Tell me, now”
“Only my grandfather,” you cried. And he released you with a smirk
“He wanted to know how the wedding went?” he asked, mockingly
“I hate you!” That was the only time you yelled at him. He punished you that day
You came back to the present when you felt Steve´s hand caress your hair as you were sitting on his lap. It's been a week since you called your grandfather, and three since they had had you. He did say he was on his way, and you feared he couldn't come to your aid. Maybe you shouldn't have called him, how could he come here to New York, bullets blazing? he was in Italy
“Did you hear me?” Steve growled, grabbing your hair making your scalp burn
“I´m sorry” you muttered
“On your knees, now” he demanded, you swallow your tears and obey him, sliding from his lap to the floor. You know if you didn't comply it would be worse for you. As you place yourself between his open thighs, he pet your head as if you were a puppy. “Take me out” the cling of his belt being opened made you cringe. His big cock sprung up and stood proudly, his tip touching his dressing shirt where his belly button should be. “You know what to do” you grabbed him with both your hands, and leaned in to lick at his tip, that was already leaking precum. “You are such a good whore for me” he purred. You knew how he liked it, so you removed your hands to try to take him all into your mouth. You bob your head up and down his shaft, the slurping noise make his thighs stiffen under your palms, as he grunted
You heard the door open and you automatically let him go, but before you could crawl away from him he grabbed you by the neck
“Ah, Petey and Sam,” he greeted, your eyes filled with tears of embarrassment, “I didn't say you were done” he grunted, as he directed you to his cock again. You closed your eyes trying to keep your tears at bay while he started making conversation with the two men, and your ex husband, that could clearly see you
“Talk” said Steve
“Steve, we found Rumlow” muttered Sam, clearly uncomfortable, looking everywhere but to his boss and his lap
“Was he on a bender of buzz and whores again?” he asked, bored, more focused on you, grabbing your chin while you still have him in your mouth
“No” said Peter, “We found him… cut in half” he could barely talk, his eyes where anchored in you.
Steve frezzed under you, you could feel him. He pulled you off of him, and you fell backwards
“Get out” he commanded you, and you did as he pleased. You got on your feet hastily, as you walked towards the door, passing at Peter´s side but you didn't even give him a second look.
Men cut in half didn't just happen, it was a message and you smiled when you knew exactly who it was from. You stood in the hallway, listening to the conversation
“What?” Steve asked again
“We found him in the border of our turf” Sam said, “The marks and clean brakes in his ankles and wrists suggest that he was tied to two vehicles and then… well, they pulled”
“FUCK!” cursed Steve, slapping the wooden desk with both his hands. “Who could be so stupid to do this?”
“We feared it was Odinson, but we have no confirmation of such”
“No, we are in good relations with Thor,” said Steve. You only smiled
“This kind of message suggests… sicilian mob”
“We chased them down from here” said Steve, “Where the fuck is Bucky?”
“Asking around” said Peter
“Fuck!” he cursed again
“Even if they weren't the Odinsons, we haven't heard from them”
“Ask again then”
He left you alone the rest of the day. The door of the study closed strongly, preventing you from hearing anymore, but you didn't need to. You knew he was on the way, your grandfather was here, and he was going to save you
. . .
“Can you tell us why you haven't been answering?” asked Steve, Thor looked at him, in a powerful stance, they were friends but to be mistaken, Thor had more power and influence than Steve
“I was busy” he said simply
“Cutting my guy in half?”
“That was a message” he said simply
“And who's the adresse?” Bucky asked, sarcastically
“his name is Césare (Y/L/N), but your little plaything might know him as Nonno” Bucky froze where he stood, Steve looked to him for answers
“That little bitch” he cursed
“What the fuck is he talking about Bucky?”
“The grandfather of (Y/N) is an notorious italian mobster” Thor said, grabbing his wrist with his hand in front of him, “And you took her granddaughter”
“How does he know?”
“She called him” said Bucky, “She used the damn landline”
“What the fuck Bucky?”
“I caught her too late, she called him 10 days ago”
“And two days ago he cut my best man in half!” yelled Steve
“This was only a warning” he said, “gave her back to him now, and he will be merciful”
“Merciful?” asked Bucky, mockingly, “Who does he think he is?”
“The head of the most prominent Italian mafia family” Thor repeated, “He clearly has nothing to lose here, he only wants her, if you give her back to him, he´ll leave back to Italy, Rumlow as the price for her”
“So any old crook can come here and make demands?” asked Steve, moved by the adrenalin, “The girl is ours, and like hell we are giving her back”
“Does she mean that much to you? Would you be willing to face war with another family because of her?”
“He has no foot in here, '' said Bucky. But when both looked into Thor's eyes they knew
“He does” he said firmly
“You are standing with him then?” asked Steve, outraged
“Yes, I´m with my father, they were brothers in the war, I´m here to deliver his message
“You can tell your new owner to fuck off, we are not giving him shit, she is ours, tell him we enjoy her pussy too much”
“Very well” said Thor after a long sigh
“And that he can come after us with his best efforts”
“He certainly will” Thor left the mansion, as both Steve and Bucky walked hastily towards the bedroom where they knew they would found you
As soon as they saw you, Bucky grabbed you by the neck and made you back up until your back was against the wall. You let out a painful moan when you saw stars as your head banged against the wall
“Who the fuck is your grandfather?” he asked, seething in anger and rage
“Wouldn't you like to know” you laughed, he squeezed harder, making it harder for you breathe
“Bucky, leave her alone” demanded Steve
“Who the fuck is he?” he asked again
“I'm sure you had the answer already” you grunted. He let go of you, as you took a long breath trying to get as much air in your lungs as you could
“If he has the balls to send a message, we´ll do the same” growled Steve, he took off his belt, and you swallowed hard at the implication
“No please!”
“You brought him here, now you pay” leather clapped against leather when Steve snapped the belt folded in to at his hands, Bucky threw you over the bed on your belly, and you tried to scramble off of there, but Bucky grabbed you tightly against the mattress, Steve ripped the cotton dress off of you. And you whimpered
“I hope that little phone call was worth it” he mocked, and it came. He struck the flesh of your ass with his belt, and you cried out, tears burning your eyes and down your cheek
“It was!” you cried, and he struck you again. you shriek at the burn
“Easy Steve” said Bucky with smirk, “Don't break her skin” he only struck you one more time, you whimpered under Bucky´s hand
“You have been a ungrateful little bitch” growled Steve, as he moved around, undressing, “We have been so nice to yu”
“No!” you yelled, trying to free yourself from Bucky´s grip but failed. He smirked, as he snaked his hand over your ass and went straight for your folds. You moaned from embarrassment into the sheets under you
“She is fucking wet” he mocked
“I knew it” moaned Steve, “She likes getting spanked doesn't she?” he took himself out and stroked his hard length, “Wanna go first?”
“Hell yes” Everytime they did this, talked like you weren't even there on how they were going to use you, it made you wince. Bucky got behind you crushing your thighs with his weight as you lose your legs trying to impede him going inside you but he only mocked your intents
“No please” you cried, when you felt his tip proding between your folds, you knew it was going to be so tight from this angle
And it was
You moaned when he entered you, you were wet, so it didn't burn like you expect it, but you felt a sudden fullness that made your head spin, and since you couldn't even see him, you didn't know what was coming and it made you feel things more intensely.
Steve got on his knees in front of you with his thick cock on his hands
“Open up sweetheart” he teased your closed lips with his tip, he grabbed your jaw tight making you wince from the pain. “Open up” he demanded, “If you don´t want it to hurt when I fuck that tight little ass of yours” you cried but opened your mouth, and he took the opportunity to get into your mouth, his length making you open it until your jaw hurt. He fucked your face relentlessly, tears went down your cheeks as you struggled to breath trough your nose
“No matter who came here to look for you” runted Bucky between thrusts, “We are keeping you, you are ours” you moaned to show your discomfort, but it only made Steve shake with the vibrations on his shaft you provoqued
“Fuck yeah” Steve runted, “We are never letting you go”
But they did, Bucky got off of you, so did Steve, they shared looks as they smiled wickedly
“I´ve been wanting to fuck this sweet ass since your wedding day” gunted steve, as he cleaned with his thub your saliva stained chin. You shook your head saying no but he didn't care, he switch places with Bucky getting behind you
“Please don´t” you begged, trying to get up from the bed but Bucky grabbed you again, getting you on the bed again, your ass in the air. “Please!” you cried, but Bucky´s cock prevented you from begging some more getting into your mouth, he grabbed you by your hair and made you take him until your jaw hurt
Even over your need to breathe and slurping noises, you felt Steve´s tip prodding at your back entrance, you shook, moved around trying to stop him, but one of his hands made you still in your lower back and pushing down towards the mattress
“If you wanted tighter” he mocked, and when you felt him pushed in your tight hole, barely lubricated by your saliva. More tears burned your eyes when he pushed himself further inside you, it burn, and it felt incredibly uncomfortable, “Fuck!” he cursed, “She is so tight” he growled animalistically, “This ass is just so sweet”
“Then I must have it later” said Bucky, still fucking your mouth. You felt dizzy, the pain, the lack of air getting into your lungs, it was becoming too much…
Oh you wished you didn't think about it.
Bucky got off of you, and Steve leaned into you, and grabbed you by your neck, lifting you up and making your back stick to his chest.
“Come on Buck” he moaned in your ear, grabbing you by your thighs opening you up for his friend, making it tighter for him, “Get in her” he encouraged
“Please” you begged, you wouldn't be able to have them both at the same time, they were going to rip you apart, but like with everything, they didn't care what you wanted, they only seeked their own pleasure as Bucky got in front of you to kiss you passionately, taking your breath away. You felt him prodding at your entrance, and Steve buried to the hilt in your ass made you still in his hands, to give space for Bucky
“That's it” grunted Steve, you opened your mouth but nothing came out of it, as Bucky entered you too, you felt so full, it burned, it was a huge stretch to have one, let alone both of them, your eyes turned to the back of your head when he bottomed out inside you
“How can we ever let you go?” grunted Bucky, your noses touching, his eyes burning holes in your skull, “You are our girl, our greedy little whore”
“No” you managed to moan
“Who loves to be filled with our fat cocks” mocked Bucky, “You are getting so fucking wet” They moved you between them like you were a rag doll, and you couldn´t take it anymore. You felt your orgasm hitting you like a train, without a warning you leaned into Bucky to hide your moan, and he just chuckled
“You don't´fool anyone doll” he growled, “I feel you squeezing my cock,” you moaned when they both got rougher with you, pumping you in tandem, chasing their own orgams
After they were done with you, they left you there in the bed, spend, their cum dripping off of both your abused holes, and you just laid there, crying
He was not going to lie, he was nervous, Steve was as well. They shared looks before the group of men in front of th
It's been deadly quiet for the last 48 hours, since the meeting with Thor, no signs of that Italian, no other movements or nothing… no more “messages”.
“Where´s Stark?” grunted Steve, as he looked around the room, and couldn't find his most precious ally
They called a meeting to deal with this new threat, all his allies were in this room, but the most important one was missing, the rest were low rating mobsters, the muscle of his family.
“No one can find him” they shared looks again, concerned looks
“You tried going by his place?” he asked
“His old lady didn't know anything” said Stephen
“Shit” cursed Steve
“Is this about Rumlow?” asked Bruce, “What happened?”
“We have an enemy” declared Bucky, “from Italy” he heard disapproving whispers from his men
“He doesn't have where to stand here” said Bruce, “We end them all”
“He has the Odinsons support”
“Those bastards!” cursed Vision
“What does he want?” asked Bruce again. Steve and Bucky shared looks, as then they looked at Peter
“They want (Y/N) (YL/N)” said Bucky
“That little bi-…?” Clint just didn't finish his sentence when he saw his bosses´s faces
“Yes, she is his granddaughter, and he was the one that dusted Rumlow”
“Since he didn't know she was the granddaughter of the head of the Italian mob” said Bucky, seething in anger, looking at Peter
“She always talked about the family, and her grandfather, but…” he rumbled
“It doesn't matter” interrupted Steve, “we need to find him and get rid of him before he can do more damage, we deal with the Odinsons later”
“What about Stark?” asked Clint
“He's probably with his side piece” said Bucky, “I want you all with your eyes wide open”
“You sold my granddaughter for some filthy docks?” he asked, slapping Tony to wake him up from his beaten up daze, “You became her Godfather, you were supposed to protect her” Stark didn't answer, he couldn´t, only blood dripped from his mouth “No matter” he grunted, “I'm here now”
“I didn't know” he managed to say
“Well now you know” he said, “You respect women no matter who their grandparent is”, he said leaning into him to be on the same eyesight, “Sadly you won't get to live to learn that lesson”
“You don't know what you're doing” he said, trying to smile, blood staining his white teeth, “You are signing your death sentence”
“you signed yours the second you sold my granddaughter” he growled, “Did you feel like a big bad mafia boss?” he mocked, “Do you feel like one when you cheat on that sweet wife of yours?”
“Don't you dare touch her”
“I would never, I´m not like you, filth,” he said, insulted he could even think that, “Your side piece betrayed you just like you betrayed your wife, don't you think that's poetic?”
“Actually yes” he said, surrendering to his predicament
“We Italians have a deep sense of famiglia” he said, “How can you trust a man who betrays his partner? someone who trusts him enough to lay down their guards and sleep next to them?”
“It makes sense” he grunted, pain seeping through his body
“Ikaris” he called, his right hand came to his side, “Would you ever cheat on Sersi?”
“Never” he said firmly
“That's my boy, why don't you show him how we do things back home, uh?” he asked looking at Tony
“It´ll be my pleasure, Sr” he said with his thick accent
He walked away from the pair, as his other man, Druig, was waiting for him
“What did you get for me?” he asked kindly
“The exact direction she is at, the coming and going of the thugs that guard the house, and the security details of the mansion”
“That's my boy” he smiled, “Let's go get my sweet granddaughter”
“Yes Sr, it will be my personal pleasure” he said smiling diabolically
. . .
“We found Stark” said Bucky, looking up
“Well, shit” growled Steve, as Tony´s body was suspended between two big metal structures up the docks
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Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!! This is a Dark!Loki fic hence it explores dark themes including drug use, degradation, humiliation, anal (kinda), dirty talk, manipulation, edging and fingering.
Words: 5,441
Summary: Loki owns you in every sense of the word and you’d be the first to admit it.
The bass moved through you, thumping along with your heartbeat. You suppressed a shiver as you looked at the figure shrouded in darkness across from you. You could make out his lithe form stretched out in the booth, his silver cufflinks glinting in the distant strobe lights. The ones you knew he kept on the nightstand, the ones you watched him attach to his crisp white shirt with care this morning, like every morning. He always made such a performance of getting ready- everything carefully laid out. Once the cufflinks were on he’d slide the holster over his shoulder before nestling in his gun- a .45 he once told you. Finally he’d slip the blazer over his shoulders- and your heart would race, knowing he’d come to place a kiss on your forehead before slipping out the door.
You came back to the club, watching him talk to his associates, each greedier than the rest for his attention. He touched his finger to his bottom lip as he pondered what one of them said to him. Taking a sip of his bourbon he gave an order to one, the man quickly moving out of sight. You squirmed- you didn’t want to be here and he knew it. You could barely see his eyes shift to you but you felt them there. His shadowy hand beckoned you forward and you obediently stood, stepping over to him quickly, knowing how much he hated to wait. He pulled you on his lap, his hand grasping your thigh gently and you bent your head closer to his.
“Don’t look so sad, darling.” His velvety voice in your ear made you stiffen and he chuckled darkly, enjoying all he held over you.
“Not yet,” he slid his hand further up your thigh, his finger tip ghosting over the silk of your panties under your dress. You whimpered, overwhelmed at this smallest bit of attention.
“Please, can we go?” You begged, wanting to go home, to have his attention on you and you alone.
“No, darling.” He sighed, losing patience already. “Why don’t you go dance?”
You brought your face into his neck, “I don’t want to. Not without you.” You breathed in his scent, his cologne mixed with the warmth of his skin making you grow wet.
He sighed again patience gone and clearly annoyed as he gripped your chin to pull you away from his skin. “You know your rules. Here,” he brought a tiny bag out of his pocket, pulled your hand out palm-up and shook out a purple pill. “Just take this.” He gave you his whiskey and you popped the pill in your mouth, swallowing it down with a sip of the hard liquor. “Now leave me.” He guided you off his lap and you stepped away, trying not to teeter over in your heels.
Sitting back down in your seat your cheeks were burning. You hated yourself for letting him do that, his associates sending you watered-down sympathetic looks and wicked smirks when they thought you weren’t looking. You hated yourself for letting him own you both mentally and physically. You hated yourself for loving the kingpin of New York, Loki Laufeyson.
You focused on your breathing as you played with your bracelet in your lap, waiting for the inevitable. At least you weren’t anxious- he’d never let anyone lay a finger on you, you were his and anyone dumb enough to question that paid a hard price. Taking a deep breath you remembered the night you first met, the night before so many things changed for the better, and for the worse.
~~~
You used to serve tables at a restaurant in Hell’s Kitchen, a trendy, little space that was packed every night. You made fast friends with Angie, one of the senior servers of the restaurant. She had the best connections for parties, clubs, drugs, you name it. It didn’t take long for you to fall into that lifestyle, tagging along with Angie to the lavish rooftop parties of trust fund kids, or to the newest club where she somehow always knew the bouncer.
One night she suggested you hit up this penthouse party, held by “some rich dude who’s more concerned with getting hot girls there than his own friends.” You agreed immediately- she’d spoken of legendary parties like this before but hadn’t had the chance to experience one. After your shift the two of you got into your tightest dresses and most irresponsible shoes before heading back uptown. The building overlooked Central Park, a glamorous high rise glittering against the late night lights of New York City. The apartment itself was massive- you were pretty sure it could comfortably sleep 30 guests. The place was full of people, both famous and unknown, some of New York’s royalty enjoying cocktails around the room. Angie went off to find her friend that invited her, leaving you alone in the crowded room.
You strolled around the place, leisurely sipping a dry martini as you enjoyed the contemporary art the owner chose to display. You were particularly enamoured with one- a painting of a girl, two brilliant, almost cartoony birds nipping at her lips in a symmetrical formation. You didn’t realise how long you’d been admiring it until a velvety voice interrupted your thoughts. “Hmm… I’m not sure I like this one,” you turned to see a man standing by you, his pale skin sharply contrasted against the inky black waves that came to his shoulders. His eyes were sparkling, a green-blue that popped against his complexion, a slight smile playing at his lips. He was breathtakingly handsome.
You smiled at him warmly, “oh? What don’t you like about it?”
“Why don’t you tell me what you like about it?” He countered, his crisp accent and intoxicating smile making your cheeks grow hot.
“It’s beautiful,” you breathed as you turned back to the painting. “She’s so at peace- she’s not in pain. The birds aren’t either- they look calm, they look imagined. The two of them, together, it’s like they’re helping her, they’re guiding her through it. Through life,” you turned to see him examining you as he listened intently, sporting an encouraging smile.
“Well said. I’d be a fool not to agree with you.” He grinned at you. “I’ve never seen you at one of these before,” he said, his eyes searching yours. “I’d like to think I’d remember if I had but correct me if I’m wrong.”
“Oh, I’ve never been here before. A friend of a friend invited me. I don’t know the host but I’ve heard he’s loaded,” you laughed as you motioned at the giant space around you. “At least he’s got a good taste.”
“He seemingly does.” At that point a man came to whisper something in the man’s ear. Looking back to you apologetically he said “I’m terribly sorry, I must step away for a little while. Please stay- I’d love to hear your thoughts on that one over there,” he motioned to a sculpture at the back wall.
“Sure- but before you go, I didn’t catch your name.”
“Loki,” he smiled and asked for yours before he turned away, following the man down a corridor.
You continued to go about the room when Angie gripped your arm and led you out to the balcony. Roughly tugging you outside before closing the door, she turned to you with wide eyes. “Do you know who you were just talking to?!” She asked, her pupils massive- she must’ve done a line or two with her friend.
“A man? Well a handsome man? He just sort of came up to me and started talking-“ you were cut off by Angie frantically shaking her blonde curls.
“No no no. No honey- not a man, Loki Laufeyson.” She looked to you with her crazy, coked out eyes, expecting you to connect the dots.
“Who?”
“He’s the head of organised crime in New York. Any drugs, guns, illicit cash, hell even counterfeit purses go through his operation. He runs this city. This is his fucking apartment!” She was gripping your arm tightly.
“You’re crazy,” you laughed. “This isn’t The Sopranos.”
“Fuck girlie, you really have no clue do ya?” Her grip tightened. “Did you not clock the guys walking around here with guns under their blazers? Take another look. The politicians that look like they were about to shit themselves? The man’s feared in this town.”
You shook your hand away. Looking through the glass you saw one man, mid 20s readjust his blazer slightly, revealing shiny black metal tucked at his side. “Oh fuck,” you said, the weight of what was happening hitting you. “He just- he wanted to talk to me about art, he said to wait, that he’d be back,” your sentences jumbled together as you started to hyperventilate.
“Girlie! You need to get your ass back out there, now. Just be polite, try to get him to lose interest. I’m sure he has enough pussy around to let you go.” Despite her drug-fuelled pace, Angie’s words calmed you down.
“Okay, okay. Looks like most people are starting to leave now anyways. I’m sure I make an excuse.” You took a deep breath, squared your shoulders and walked back inside. You made it to the sculpture Loki had pointed out to you earlier, turning to the balcony you saw Angie with her friend, she gave you a thumbs up before turning away.
You tried desperately to focus on the sculpture in front of you, a mass of twisted red fabric and plastic. You hated it- the colour, the textures making you think of death, of decay. You turned to look away, back to Angie and were faced by Loki himself, who was apparently standing right behind you. Oh fuck- how long had he been there? Could he tell you didn’t like this one? Would that make him angry?
“Sorry to startle you,” he apologised, warmly smiling at you.
“It’s- it’s fine. I’m sorry, I almost bumped into you.” You said, gripping the martini glass in your clammy hands.
“So,” he turned you back around, his hands warm on your bare shoulders as he held you in place. “What do you think of this one?”
You surveyed the red monstrosity once more, desperately trying to think of something polite to say. “I hate it,” your mouth hung open in shock at your own admission. His hands shook on your shoulders as he started to laugh, you were surprised to admit it but it was a lovely sound. You smiled and started to laugh too, feeling the nerves slip away. What kind of mobster laughs like that? You relaxed more at the thought, quieting as he came up beside you.
“Darling, I think you’re the first person to ever be honest about this one. I hate it too,” he beamed down at you. What kind of mobster has a smile like this? You wondered, finding yourself wanting to do everything in your power to keep it in place. “I am sorry for not filling you in before but this is my home. I was the poor sap who bought this,” he motioned over to the sculpture, “thing.”
You laughed. “I’m sorry too- I think you might’ve overpaid.”
You felt a poke on your arm and turned to see Angie there, head turned down, obviously trying to hide her state from the man beside you. “Hey- we’re about to head out and catch a cab. Are you coming?”
You turned to Loki, torn about what to do. You felt an instant connection with this man- surely what Angie said couldn’t be true. Loki looked warmly at you. “You’re welcome to stay, I’d love to hear more of your commentary on some more of my purchases.”
You smiled back at him “okay.” Turning back to Angie you held her hand in yours, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “I’ll stay here a little while longer. I’ll catch up with you tomorrow.” Angie raised her eyes to yours, as if to say “girlie, I love you but not enough to get shot over.” You rolled your eyes at her and grinned, “really- I’ll be okay. Bye Angie.” She gave you a pitying smile before backing away and bowing her head at Loki in respectful acknowledgement, turning to meet her friend at the door.
“Now,” Loki bent to gather your arm in his. “Let me show you my favourites.”
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The next year was a blur. Loki had quickly become the only person in your life, your friend, your lover, your teacher, and your keeper. He got in your head, he found out every deep desire of yours, every fantasy. He trained your body to respond to him and only him. You couldn’t cum without him, yet with him he could have you on the floor with just his voice and words. He experimented with your body and allowed you to experiment with his supply, every now and then.
You’d quit your job at the restaurant quickly after the party, explaining to Angie that you had to move in with him, that he’d keep you safe, that it was the only way. You’d lost contact with your friends and your family, your love for Loki filling most of the hollow space left behind. He’d grown firmer as you’d learnt his rules, only displaying his attachment to you in public when it was convenient for him. Otherwise he’d do it in private, bringing you to tears each time he made you cum “just one more time.” You were always hungry for him, no matter what you’d do anything he asked, anything to be his good little darling.
Your life centred completely around him, he was your sun and you hurtled around him, desperately trying to stay in orbit. You could feel that it was unhealthy but you couldn’t give him up. He was the love of your life. He said that to you too, trapping you further in the depths of it each time he whispered he loved you, and how he would never let you go.
Coming back to yourself you found that your hands were tingling, but you felt fantastic. The ecstasy he gave you was rushing through your bloodstream after you waited so patiently for it to hit. You got up off the chair, shooting him a small grin before stepping down from the VIP section to the dance floor.
You closed your eyes and felt the music as your hips swayed, mouthing the lyrics of the song you’d known from another time. You smiled so hard your face hurt, feeling absolutely wonderful in the sweaty crowd. No one dared touch you as you danced, no creeps trying to cop a feel- they knew they’d lose their fingers if they tried. You were dancing beside a girl, her hair cropped short as she danced beautifully, mesmerising you. She smiled and held out her hand, asking for your permission. You took it and pulled up against her, moving in time with her hips against your own.
She smelt so wonderful and her skin was so soft as you swayed with her, her hands falling to your waist as you faced each other. You felt yourself grow wet, forgetting where you were momentarily as you pressed yourself up against her harder.
“What’s your name?” She shouted near your ear over the music in the club. You answered her, finding out her name was Andrea while you continued to dance, your eyes locked. Suddenly you felt a firm grip on your shoulder, spinning you around to face your dark keeper, your stomach twisting in nervous excitement.
“My apologies, but I refuse to share what’s mine.” Loki shouted at Andrea over the music. You turned to throw her a sympathetic look- her eyes were wide with fear as she backed away.
Loki swiftly pulled you to the corner of the dance floor, where he brought your arms up around his neck and began to dance with you, his hands coming to rest on your waist. He stared down at you, his eyes dark. “Darling, you know you’re in trouble.”
You smiled up at him blissfully, moving in time with the music. “I know- I’m sorry. But you’re dancing with me!” You grinned, running your fingers through his soft hair.
He laughed at that, “I suppose I am. No more business tonight, I promise you. Only pleasure,” he brought out the tiny bag once more, tapping two tiny pills out onto his palm. He popped them both in his mouth then leaned in to kiss you, his hands returning around your waist. You opened to the kiss readily and he slid his tongue against yours, pressing one of the pills into your mouth. You pulled away and swallowed, meeting his mischievous stare. He rarely took part in drugs, his associates readily offering though he steadily refused. You knew this meant he was letting himself enjoy the night and your heart fluttered in excitement.
You continued to dance, loving how he felt against you. His jacket was off, and you revelled in feeling the heat radiating from his body under the thin cotton of his dress shirt. You traced your finger tips along his shoulders, bringing them down to grip his biceps, feeling the muscles flex as he moved with you. Your eyes remained locked with his, watching his pupils grow as the drugs slowly hit his system. You brought your hands back up to his neck, lightly dragging your nails up against his scalp as you gripped his hair. He closed his eyes briefly, opening them to hungrily stare at you before dipping down to capture your lips with his. He kissed you gently, pulling away to let your breaths mingle, lightly brushing his lips against your own. He moved to speak in your ear. “Oh darling, you’re trembling.” His voice was patronising and you were certain that even if you weren’t really fucking high you’d still be a wet mess in his arms.
“Do you want me to take you home?” He smirked knowingly, brushing his fingers lightly up and down your arm.
You nodded quickly, breathless.
“Yes? And what do you want me to do to you when we get there?” He taunted you, though you could feel his hard length pressing against you.
Your face was still beside his so he couldn’t see it grow hot as you thought of your answer. “I want you to trace my skin with your fingers, everywhere. I want us to tease each other until we can’t take it anymore. I just- I need you to keep touching me. Please, don’t ever stop.” You brought your face away from his, leaning back in his arms to study his expression. You were met with the dark gaze of a starved man, his eyes full of lust.
Without a word he swiftly pulled you out of the club and into the back of the car waiting at the curb. It sped off to your destination as he lightly drew his fingers up and down your exposed thigh, his other hand draped around your shoulder to firmly hold you close. You were mesmerised, not one coherent thought in your head while you whimpered in the dark. Drawing close to him, you lightly licked his bottom lip, the two of you breathing each other in as he continued to tease you.
The car stopped and the door opened, Loki sliding out before turning to offer you his hand. He slipped your arm in his as you entered the apartment lobby and into the open and waiting elevator. As soon as the doors closed he had you cornered against the wood paneling, his fingers behind your jaw as his thumb lightly brushed your cheek. You held his stare as you opened your mouth and he pressed his thumb inside. You lightly sucked on the digit, caressing it with your lips as he pulled it out, causing him to inhale sharply.
The doors opened and he gripped your arm then turned to pull you along with him out of the elevator and into the apartment. He navigated along the winding corridors of the apartment to your shared bedroom, flinging you down on the bed and switching on the low, warm lights. He turned to you, his jaw flexed as his teeth clenched, the drugs fully hitting his system now. He raised an eyebrow at you before flipping you over, unzipping your dress and shimmying you out of it. He unclasped your bra before turning you on your back to face him once more, pulling it off of you. His eyes devoured the swell of your breast, the curves of your body before flickering back up to your face. “My lovely girl.” Sitting up, he took his blazer off before unbuttoning his shirt and sliding it down his shoulders, revealing his toned physique that always made your mouth run dry.
You sat up and brought your knees under you on the edge of the bed, so you were eye-level with his chest. Looking up at him you lightly traced your finger tips up his arm, across his collarbones and down his abdomen. “Your skin is so beautiful,” you said as you looked at him in awe, before bending forward to place a gentle kiss above his heart.
He was looking down at you, a small smile playing at his lips. “Take these off and lie back darling.” His finger hooked in your panties, you nodded and fell back on the bed then slipped the dampened silk from yourself. You couldn’t see him but you heard the clink of a belt as he took off his pants. You melted into the bed, enjoying the way the sheets felt on your bare skin. He climbed up beside you and gently traced his fingers over your palm and up your arm, sliding down between your breasts as you shakily exhaled.
“Oh darling, you’re dripping.” He said in a condescending tone. “You have been all night, haven’t you?”
You whined in response, biting your lip. He rested his hand over your cheek, “my poor girl.” He let his fingers trail gently over your nipple, making you inhale sharply as your back arched off of the bed. “So ready to cum, darling. Tell me, how many times do you think you’ll cum tonight?” He asked, head tilting to the side in amusement.
“H-how many times will you let me cum tonight?” You asked in response, your breath hitching as he traced his fingers up your legs, stopping short of where you needed him most.
“Good answer.” He smirked at you before bringing his face close to yours, strands of his hair brushing against your cheeks. He let his lips brush lightly over yours as his hand slid up your thigh and between your legs. You flinched when he trailed his fingers over your heat and he chuckled before starting the circuit again. He continued to gently trace your skin kissing you lightly, until you were a sweaty, whining mess under him.
“Please, please- Loki.” You begged, writhing as he brushed over your heat once more.
“Please, what?” He licked at your lips, tugging the bottom one in-between his teeth. “Tell me what you need, darling.”
“Please use your fingers on me- please fuck me with your fingers.” You pleaded with him, hoping he would decide to keep your punishment he mentioned earlier for another night.
“Is this what you need?” He sharply thrust a finger into you, causing you to cry out.
“Yes, Loki- fuck!” You shouted as he started moving his finger within you, his other hand lightly circling your clit. “I’m going to cum-“ your back arched off the bed as he continued his movements.
“Open your eyes darling- cum for me and open your eyes. I want to see the look on your face while you squeeze me with your delicious cunt.” Obediently you opened your eyes and you came, keeping them trained on his as the pleasure ripped through you. You were screaming his name, your release soaked the sheets beneath you as you rode out the extended high.
After breathing through the aftershocks and coming back to yourself Loki lowered himself between your legs, gripped your thighs and pulled them to the end of the bed. He brought his face to your thigh, just above the knee and licked a trail upwards toward your slit. You moaned at the sensation and he pulled away to give you a wicked grin. “Do you want me to put my mouth on your cunt, darling?” He teased, his fingers tracing the length of your thigh- it already felt like heaven.
“Yes- please…” you lazily gazed at him, your wet dripping down your folds and onto the sheets.
“Tell me darling, who do you belong to?” His ravenous gaze made you whimper, your breath taken from you.
You tried to answer him, you really did but you couldn’t focus on anything but the sound of his voice and those gloriously long fingers brushing against your skin.
“Darling you know how I hate to repeat myself.” He suddenly bent forward to nip at your leg, his lips sucking on the skin. You cried out, the sensation sharp in your heightened state. “Who do you belong to?” He raised an eyebrow, enunciating each word as if you were a child.
“I- I belong to you, Loki. My body, my soul, my heart- it’s all yours.” You said in a moment of clarity, eyes searching his as you repeated what he knew so well.
“Good girl.” He came forward to blow lightly over your slit, your breath catching in your throat as he did so. He lightly pressed a kiss to your clit and you sharply sucked in a breath, your hands twisting in the sheets. He returned quickly to lick a stripe up your slit, making your back arch as you moaned. “Oh darling, so close again already? I can see your desperate hole trembling, begging to be filled. My little whore.” You whined in response and he smiled wickedly. “Not,” he tapped your clit sharply, “yet.” He tapped again and you felt as if you were going mad, your body writhing on the bed.
“Please, please, please- I can’t, I can’t handle it. I need you, please Loki. I’ll do anything,” You stammered, tears springing to your eyes as you looked down at him.
“Oh darling,” he caressed your thighs gently. “My poor, pretty girl. No need for tears, I’ll give you what you need. I promise, you’ll feel so much better.” He brought his mouth back over your cunt, his tongue gently swirling around your clit. You came in seconds, biting your own lip so hard you tasted copper before your mouth hung open as the pleasure came hard and fast, almost causing you to faint. You were so caught up in the pleasure you didn’t realise he’d slipped a finger in your cunt, fucking you as he sucked on your hardened clit. This rolled you into another orgasm, and he pulled away just in time for your release to squirt around his finger moving within you. “That’s it darling, ride it out.” He came up to straddle you on the bed, continuing to move his hand within your fluttering cunt.
You looked up at him with heavily-lidded eyes, as your breaths came out slowly. He brought his fingers to your mouth and you eagerly sucked on them, cleaning them of your cum. “Good girl.”
His length was over your stomach, his legs on either side of your hips. “Can I- can I try something?” You shyly asked, your courage fuelled by the drugs. He raised an eyebrow and tilted his head, a light smile at his lips, urging you to continue. “Will you lay down for me?”
He smiled at you before licking his lips. “Of course, darling.” He came around to lay beside you on the bed, his eyes watching you intensely while you moved to straddle his abdomen. “Could you- would you mind closing your eyes?” He nodded, dark eyes closing to you. You bent over him, lightly tracing his arm. Coming close to his ear you lightly kissed it before whispering “thank you.”
You sat back up and started to gently trace every inch of his skin facing you with your fingers. You lightly brushed the hair away from his face before bending down to lightly press kisses to it. Crawling down his body you bent to lightly lick his skin before pulling back and blowing cool air over it, continuing your light touches as you did so. You lightly kissed his nipple, letting your tongue slide over it briefly before pulling back to blow air over it. You chanced a look up at his face and found his eyes open and trained on you, giving you a dark stare, his mouth open to accommodate his quickened breath. You kept your eyes on his as you bent to do the same to his other nipple and felt his cock twitch behind you, the impressive length hot against you.
His stare turned positively menacing- he looked as if he were to devour you whole. He grasped your arms and suddenly flipped you beneath him, his hand coming to grip the back of your neck, thumb resting on your cheek. “Do you like teasing me, little one?” He rasped out, his jaw clenched. You squirmed and nodded, feeling his hard cock against your heat.
“Do you feel how hard you’ve made me?” His lips brushed against yours as he spoke those words. “Yes,” was your shy reply. He kissed you before pulling your bottom lip gently between his teeth.
“I’m sorry darling, I can’t stand to wait another second.” He thrust into you, your mouth opening and eyebrows drawing together at the sudden fullness. Your breaths mingled as he picked up his pace, hitting the sensitive spot deep within you. He lifted one of your legs to hook around his waist, his hand firmly gripping your ass. He dipped his head to kiss you and moved his hand to gently stroke your tight, little hole as he continued to rut into you. Your breath was heavy, he pulled away to watch your face as he slid a a finger in to your hole, causing you to clench around his cock. He took a shaky breath, his pace slowing momentarily while your muscles kept their firm hold on him. “You’re gripping me so tightly, little girl. You love the feel of my finger in your tight little ass, don’t you? Are you going to cum again darling?” Your skin was on fire, his words going straight to your core, your back arching into him.
“Yes, fuck- you feel so good,” you breathed.
“Hold on, darling. Not yet,” his expression was positively wicked as you writhed against him, whining. He started moving his finger, as he fucked you, the sensation driving you absolutely wild. You were desperately grabbing his arm, trying to hold on to something, anything to keep yourself from coming without his say. He bent to give you a deep kiss, his tongue sliding against your own, swallowing your moan.
“Are you my good little whore?” You shook at his words, your nails digging into the skin of his forearm.
“I- I…” you gasped out, nodding.
“Do you want me to let you cum so your tight cunt can milk my cock?” He growled against your lips, his voice dangerously low.
“Yes please- please,” you begged, your eyes desperately searching his.
“Say it.” He picked up his pace, “tell me who you belong to, you filthy slut.”
“You- Loki! I’m your whore, I’ll do whatever you want. Whatever you need- forever.”
“My good girl,” he gave you a dark grin. “Cum, now.” You let go at his words and the pleasure came, suffocating you completely as every muscle in your body clenched and twitched. He came shortly after you with a moan, his eyes momentarily closing as the bliss took him over. You felt him twitch inside of you- your cunt gripping him with each wave of ecstasy, enhanced by the drug. You both caught your breath in silence, his breathing warm against your neck. He started to chuckle and you joined in, the two of you exhausted and content. He pulled his finger out of you and brought his face to yours to kiss you deeply.
“I love you,” you said against his lips.
“I know,” he smiled, pulling away to study your face. “I love you too.”
End notes: The painting I'm describing in the cutscene is James Jean's Lory (2019); check him out if you're interested- his work is amazing. Sorry this isn't Loki show related but it was fun to get this out there! Thank you for reading.
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