You knew you were staring, but you couldn’t seem to look away. Your brain had completely stalled, which considering the day you’d had and why you were now on your knees wasn’t all that surprising. But you were hypnotised.

Above you, Loki chuckled and took a few steps to the side, amused by the way your head followed him. Or rather followed his bobbing cock.

Everything had gone wrong today, including breaking the heel on your favourite pair of shoes which had led to you wearing half of your latte. That, coupled with your computer deciding to have a mental breakdown five minutes before a meeting where you were due to present the quarter’s finance reports, meant that by the time you got home you were done. You wanted the outside world to go away. You didn’t want to think, you just wanted to be.

That’s where Loki came in. His brand of gentle domination and degradation never failed to get you out of your head. You didn’t need to care what was happening outside your bedroom when he was playing your body like an instrument. Now you were naked, on your knees, sitting on your heels with your hands on your thighs, just the way Loki liked. While he was just as naked, hard cock jutting out in front of him, in contrast he was standing, looking down on you.

A chance encounter at a Stark Charity Gala had led you to a mutual exchange of pleasure with the Avenger’s ‘bad boy’ in one of the elegant bathrooms. Which had then led to a casual ‘friends with benefits’ situation which worked for the pair of you. Loki had immediately recognised a side in you that you hadn’t ever felt comfortable showing to previous lovers. The empty-headed feeling he could coax you to sink into gave you the chance to reset and find your centre again - important when everything else in life became too much.

“You’re drooling, my dear.” Loki’s clipped, derisive tone pulled you back to him. You tore your eyes away from his cock to look up into his twinkling green eyes. His ebony hair cascaded around his shoulders – silken strands that you longed to touch. “I wonder,” he continued, “if you would prefer to take me in your mouth, suck me until I flood your throat…”

Yes, you thought. Yes. That’s what you wanted. You could imagine it now, the weight of him heavy on your tongue, the musky taste of him taking over your senses.

“... or whether you’d much rather enjoy me spreading you wide and sinking into your luscious cunt. Make you scream in ecstasy while I slake my lust with your body.”

Oh no. You wanted that as well. The girth of him stretching you almost to the point of discomfort and the length of him filling your insides so that there was almost no part of you left untouched by him. You squirmed without thought, your thighs squeezing together even as your pussy wept with need. 

And Loki knew. Knew of your quandary the way he always knew everything. He dropped to a crouch in front of you, the long, lean fingers of his right hand gripping your chin and forcing you to meet his eye.

“You don’t know which you’d prefer, do you, dove? You’re feeling especially pathetic today, wishing you could have both, but knowing it’s impossible. Luckily for you, my brainless little slut, I deal in both the impossible and benevolence.”

His hand dropped away and before your confused eyes he seemed to blur. You screwed your eyes shut, certain they were betraying you, but when you opened them again, while everything around you seemed in focus, you were seeing double. 

There were two of him. 

Two Lokis, one slightly to the left and one slightly to the right, as if the original that had been directly in front of you a moment before had stretched and split into two, like cells dividing. Your mouth dropped open. You knew he had mastery of magic, but other than his skilled fingers and his silver tongue, you’d never experienced it in the flesh.

Before you could forget yourself and start to question him, the Loki on your left surged forward and kissed you. It felt like him. It smelt like him – amber and sandalwood cologne light on his skin. It kissed like him.

With a needy mewl you opened your mouth and kissed him back, still managing to maintain your pose. You shivered when two pairs of hands started to rove over your body. They all felt like him. 

Two hands drew you to your feet and you followed where they led – up onto your bed, where you went to your knees once more. You looked ahead of you toward one smiling Loki and then over your shoulder at the other. There was no way to distinguish one from the other and you whimpered. You’d never had a threesome, even in your younger, party-girl days and the idea of two cocks pushing into you was both thrilling and a little scary. You had the fleeting thought that really this wasn’t a threesome, but the whole point of letting Loki control what happened here in your bedroom was so you didn’t have to think. You trusted him implicitly.

The Loki behind you pressed up against your back, cool lips trailing featherlight kisses over your shoulder and up your neck. You sighed as his mouth grazed over the spot that made goosebumps rise on your skin. His hands wrapped around your body and cupped your breasts, thumbs rubbing over each peaked nipple, and in moments you were gasping as pleasure darted from each nub down to your core. Your hips twitched and you could feel the smile on his lips. The Loki in front of you watched with hooded eyes, hand on his cock, until he moved to kiss you and slide his fingers between your slippery folds.

Your senses were in a spin. You didn’t know which way was up and which Loki was which. Was the one kissing you now the same one who’d kissed you earlier? You couldn’t tell if there was any difference, but truly, did it even matter?

“Let it happen, dove,” the Loki behind you purred. “This way you get to have everything you want. Aren’t I good to you?” You nodded in agreement, even as you kissed his double. 

When the kiss ended you only had a moment to be disappointed because, with a hand to the back of your head, he pulled you forward and down onto all fours. He knelt high before you, pale cock swaying and you opened your mouth, eager to take him. With a chuckle he guided himself to your lips, smearing pre-cum over them before pressing between them and then into the waiting warmth of your mouth. You moaned as you tasted him on your tongue, while behind you his hands stroked up and down your ribcage, waiting.

With your focus engaged on sucking Loki’s cock and drawing as many pleasured grunts out of him as possible, you didn’t really notice the gentle strokes sliding down to your hips and lifting them until a second cock was rubbing against your sex, collecting your arousal.

“Here we go, my sweet, little toy.” His voice was as silky as his hair. “Open those whore legs nice and wide for me, but don’t stop sucking. You want to give me as much pleasure as I’m giving you, don’t you?”

Up front he held your jaw with one hand to hold you steady while he sawed himself between your lips. Behind he gripped your left hip as he notched himself at the entrance of your pussy. He pushed in with one smooth thrust, just as he also pressed into your throat. 

You went bug-eyed at the sensation, burbling around the intrusion in your mouth before they started to move in tandem, one pressing in as the other pulled out. Your tits swung as two matched pairs of hips snapped until his hands captured them and started to sweetly torture your nipples. 

The Loki behind you plucked and twisted your sensitive peaks even as he fucked into you. He pushed you onto the cock in front and through tear-glazed eyes you looked up and into his familiar smirking face.

“You look positively wrecked, my dear. Utterly cock-drunk. But then again, that’s how you’re supposed to be, isn’t it? No thoughts other than how to be the best little cock-sleeve for me.”

He pushed himself right down your throat, blocking your airway for a few seconds, and behind you he groaned as your pussy clenched down.

“And what a cock-sleeve you are,” he stated, agreeing with himself. “Taking two of me at once. There’s only one more thing I need you to do.”

He let go of your right breast and moved his hand down to circle your clit. 

“I need you to come.” You didn’t know which one of them spoke. Maybe it was both of them in glorious stereo, but it didn’t matter, because he pinched your clit as he filled you to the hilt from both ends, pinning you in place as you juddered, unable to escape the pleasure that was engulfing you like a flame. He must have pulled from your mouth briefly after a few seconds, because you could hear your own high-pitched cries, before they were muffled once more by his pounding cock.

Your mind was even emptier than it had been before. There was only the ecstasy and the taste of Loki. The feel of Loki. The smell of him. If you could have spoken it would only have been to chant his name over and over. His body filled you, his hands touched you and his voice caressed your ears. You were his dove. His sweet, precious slut. And you adored it. Adored how he gave you everything you needed, even if you didn’t know you wanted it.

“Take my cum,” he growled into your ear. “Let me fill your needy cunt. You’re going to be dripping me for days.”

“And tasting me. I’m going to spill down your throat and I don’t want you to lose a drop.”

Loki climaxed all at once, doing just as he’d promised. You didn’t gag on the load in your mouth – you diligently swallowed as you’d been trained, and when he pulled clear of your lips, you opened your mouth and thrust out your tongue so you could show him what a good girl you’d been. Behind you, having pumped you full of his seed and stirred it around with his cock, Loki withdrew. As your body twitched, pushing out some of his cum, he scooped it up and pressed it back inside you, before knee-walking around your body to rest beside his double.

Two pairs of mischievous and amused green eyes surveyed you as you remained on your hands and knees, tongue stuck out and pussy leaking. The one on the left leant forward, cupping your jaw and kissing you, and when he pulled back the one on the right did the same. Then, they blurred again, coming back into focus seconds as your one and only Loki. He sat down on the bed, back against the headboard and opened his arms. 

You crawled towards him, curling up in his embrace as he stroked your hair and dropped feather light kisses over your sweaty brow.

“You were magnificent, darling.”

His touch grounded you, bringing you back to reality. He drew the covers over the pair of you and showered you in affection and sweet words until you finally shifted, stretching out your sore limbs and blinking up at him.

“That was amazing,” you purred contentedly. “I hadn’t even dreamed such a thing was possible.”

Loki lifted his hand to his alabaster chest in mock outrage. “Why, darling. With me you should know that very little is impossible. However,” his eyes narrowed and he looked at you with hunger. “Now you know, there’s nothing stopping you from asking for three of me. One for each of your needy holes…”

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Stubbornly, you go on, "That doesn't answer my question. Would. You. Love. Me. If I were a worm?" The way you slow down the question irritates her even more.

"Yes, I would," she finally looks up, annoyance written across her face. Okay, you would pay for that later. "Happy now?"

"Very," you grin, quickly leaving before she can see how happy you are about a silly question.

Tony:

It was already late, and the two of you had been up for hours trying to make a few repairs on his suit. Curiously, you asked, "Tony, would you love me if I were a worm?"

"No, I wouldn't," he answered bluntly, keeping his eyes on the suit. "You would be a worm."

Ouch. That stung.

"It's a theorectical, Tony," you spat back. "Nice to know how much you care."

He stared at you with an exasperated look, "Stupid questions get stupid answers."

"For so much of a genius, you can be pretty stupid sometimes," you scoffed, storming off. Just as you got to the door, he spoke up, "Okay, just wait a minute. Look, I wouldn't love you as a worm because then you wouldn't be you, so clearly I would have to create some sort of device that could transfer the worm DNA to human DNA on the molecular level if you want a smart answer." There was a beat. "And an honest one."

Rolling your eyes, you turned. "Fine, maybe you are a genius, but you're still an idiot."

Thor

"Hey, Thor, would you love me if I were a worm?"

"A worm?" Thor asked with a near sense of urgency. "Why? Has my brother threatened to turn you into one? If so, I will take this up with him-"

"No, it's just a question. Would you love me if I were a worm?" you ask again, probably preventing a war with Asgard in the process.

"Why would you be a worm?" Thor asked. "Are you also a sorcerer? My brother often turned into a snake when we were young. I love snakes, and he knew that, so when I went to pick it up, he stabbed me."

You blinked. "Thor, your entire family needs therapy."

Thor laughed heartily before turning confused again. "What's therapy?"

Why did you even bother at this point?

Wanda:

One night, as the two of you were curled up watching another re-run, you quietly asked, "Would you love me if I were a worm?"

"Of course. I would love you in any form," she answered quickly with an honestly that could melt anyone. "Any version of you, from any universe, I would love."

All you could do was stare a moment, trying to take in her words. They were the kindest thing anyone had ever said to you, and from Wanda they were all the better.

Leaning in, she whispered, "Whoever turned you into a worm would have to deal with me afterward." A hint of a red glow shimmered behind her eyes, setting a promise in stone.

Bruce:

Okay, so maybe annoying the guy who could turn into a literal giant green, rampaging monster wasn't the brightest idea in the world, but you loved asking him random questions.

"Would you love me if I were a worm?" you asked as he was focused on some emails.

Turning, he stared a moment. "Isn't this one of those internet trends? I mean, yeah, I would. Actually, I would probably build a terrarium with the right ecosystem for worms. What would the perfect Ph balance for the soil be?" Mumbling, he went back to the computer, already planning ahead.

The next day, he sent you an entire blueprint for a portable worm habitat, but when it came to Bruce, that was enough to answer your question.

Bucky:

Bucky was sitting on the couch, trying to finally catch a break and get back to reading some Tolkien when you asked, "Would you love me if I were a worm?"

Immediately, Bucky stared at you as if you had asked the stupidest question in history. "What sort of question is that?" he grumbled. "A worm? Is this some new thing I'm not understanding?"

"It's a new question people ask, to see if their partner would still love them, even if they were a worm. The internet made it up."

"Of course it did," he sighed in frustration. "Why would you care if you already know I love you? People are so weird now."

You shrugged. "It's just a question, Bucky, for fun. So would you?"

"Nope, I'm done," he said, getting up and putting the book away. "None of this weird internet stuff today."

"Come on, Bucky!" you exclaimed. "Just answer it!" Under his breath, he grumbled, "Yes, I would. Now can you stop asking me these silly questions?"

"Never," you grinned. "It's too much fun to mess with you, old man."

Sam

"Would you love me if I were a worm?"

Sam rolled his eyes, "Look, I'm in the middle of trying to fix your wing-suit, while we're in the middle of nowhere on a mission, and you ask me a question like that?"

"So? We have to pass the time somehow," you scoffed. "Besides, last week didn't you ask me to play kiss, marry, kill with the big three?"

"Fair enough," he admitted. "Fine, I would love you if you were a worm. Now, can we get back to fixing this?"

Handing him one of the broken pieces, you added, "Goes the same for you too, you know."

With a slight smile, he nodded, "I know."

Loki

Loki was dreadfully bored when you arrived, with a familiar look on your face.

"Oh, I know that look," he smirked. "You're up to something."

"No, I just had a question." You took a seat next to him. "Would you love me if I were a worm?"

Loki stared for a moment. "A worm? Have you learned some sort of transformation magic? Personally, I find snakes and frogs much more entertaining."

"No, it's just a thing people ask their partners," you responded. "I'm not being literal."

"Would you love me if I were a worm?" he asked curiously.

"Not everything is about you," you sighed, rolling your eyes.

"Well, sorry for wondering," he said with offense, "Who knows? It's very plausible for me to turn into a worm, although I wouldn't be a fan of the slime, but I suppose you wouldn't be so awful as a worm."

"Is that a yes?" you asked, grinning. "I suppose it is," he agreed. "Why are you so eager about this."

Tapping him playfully, you teased, "I tricked you and got you to admit you love me! So much for the cold-hearted villain-"

"Wait, that's not- It wasn't like that," he fumbled as you walked away. "I can't stand you sometimes!"

"Liar!!!" you shouted, smiling as you left, leaving him very annoyed. Looks like he'd have to return the favor with a little trick of his own tonight.

You heard a gravely voice mutter, and before you could even process that he was awake, you attempted to cut his neck, one of his hands grabbing your wrist right before.

Your other hand came up, attempting to remove his hand before you felt the sheer circumference of his arm— thick, veiny, strong forearms holding you in place.

“Let me go.”

You muttered, attempting to get his arm off of you before he quickly leaned over you, pinning you with his own sword to your throat.

You felt the cold metal against your skin, saw his imposing figure above you, making your breathing quicken just slightly. He smelled of iron.

“You’re not exactly in the right position to argue with me.”

He muttered, in that same, annoying tone that made your brows furrow.

You weren’t necessarily scared, just annoyed. Getting caught like this was embarrassing. And to some stinky rookie with some measly bounty of 120 million berries. Embarrassing. You were trained better for this.

“Kill me.”

You said bluntly, your breathing heavy as you looked up at him.

“Huh.”

He said, now smiling down at you, letting out a chuckle. Your lips pursed, wondering why he hadn’t just killed you yet.

“Ya sound a lot like me, y’know that? Not that I would let myself get caught like this.”

You didn’t know how to respond, your heart rate spiked, your hands clutching onto the grass on the ship— he didn’t seem like he was holding any malice for you, so why did you still feel so scared?

Zoro paused before sheathing his sword, one of his hands casually moving up to rest right below your heartbeat.

“I don’t even have my sword out anymore.”

He muttered, his calloused fingers resting over your heartbeat, his thumb rubbing the skin there. Your breathing had grown heavier.

“Hey.”

He said bluntly, making you glance up at him.

“This doesn’t feel like much of a conversation with me being the only one talking. I’m not going to hurt you. My captain would be mad at me anyways.”

You nodded, attempting to calm your breathing, your hand moving up to his forearm, just reaching for something to grab onto.

And he let you, surprisingly, continuing to look down at you.

“Why?”

“Told you.”

He muttered, readjusting himself so he wasn’t imposing himself upon you as much.

“My captain would be mad.”

His captain didn’t say anything about you spending the night in zoros room, though.

“Hey, hey—!”

You were currently backing ace into a corner, him avoiding your slices until you end up making a small cut on his cheek, a pang going through your chest.

You did feel just a bit bad, maybe it was the way he looked at you like you weren’t dangerous? Like you were a genuine flesh and blood person?

And he caught it. The hesitance in your stance, the way your eyes widened slightly when your blade cut skin.

He’d been holding back on you because he just thought you were the prettiest person he’d encountered at sea, and this just made him even more intrigued.

“You don’t have to do thi—“

“Shut up!”

You barked, nearly panting as you pinned him against the wall, hesitating on your last mark.

He tried to ignore how his pants got a little tighter at the rawness of your voice, his own breath hitching a little bit.

He put his hands on your arms, guiding the weapons out of his face.

“Just—“

His hands were warm against your skin, making you relax a bit more. Just slightly.

“Was that so hard?”

You nodded petulantly, attempting to get another hit on him.

He caught your wrist instantly, flashing you a smile.

“Aw cmon, we’re past that now. I don’t even know your name, and you’re tryna kill me.”

He leaned in a bit closer, his dark eyes meeting yours as his free hand came to your waist.

“Just give me a chance, okay?”

And damn him for being so convincing.