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🤗🤗 thank you @gruftiela, you're too kind! I'm glad you enjoyed it 😁
On the Edge- Chapter 4: Submission
Word count: 2.4K
Summary: You can't take this waiting anymore and you give in to Loki.
Warnings: Degradation, Dom!Loki
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A coil of nerves wrenched in your stomach as you pushed the button for Loki’s floor. This was finally it, you couldn’t take this anymore. You didn’t know how this would play out, but you’ve had enough games. Your body physically aches for Loki- his kiss, his touch, his thick cock inside of you. You wanted him to consume you with his lust and power, making you forget who you are. 
A lustful haze had overtaken your brain as your hand shakily knocked on his door, and within a moment the door opened slightly. Loki peered down at you, his dark locks falling as he moved his head to the side inquisitively. 
“Ok, you win Loki,” you spoke but could barely get the words out. You were so nervous, and you didn’t know why. Your whole body both ached and filled with a thrum of electricity, your heart felt like it was beating out of your chest as you looked into his pale blue eyes. 
“So easily?,” he mocked, then paused for a moment and smiled wickedly, his tongue slowly grazing his bottom lip. 
“Well by all means,” he opened the door wide, welcoming you into his quarters, where you knew no one but Thor was allowed to enter. 
Your nerves were on edge as you tentatively stepped in. His room looked very different from yours and Wanda’s. For one, the ceiling was about 10 feet higher, and there were rich tapestries covering the large windows surrounding his living quarters. You weren’t sure if this architecture was from his magic or he demanded this room to live in. 
Loki walked casually to a large leather wingback chair in his living room, sitting down with his legs spread. You could see the buttons on his vest straining on his muscled chest as he shifted. Your eyes drank him in from the hint of collar bone that the unbuttoned shirt revealed, down his lean torso, to his crotch, where a noticeable bulge showed that his cock was already hard and waiting for you. You bit your lip as you took in the sight of him.  
“Well darling, I’m all yours,” Loki purred, gently running his hand down his muscular thigh. 
You followed his lead and closed his door behind you, walking into the large room on shaky legs. You slowly walked up to him, not knowing what to expect next. 
“What do I….you…,” you suddenly felt shy, intimidated. He was in control and there was nothing you could do.
“Remove your clothes,” he commanded, looking regal and commanding like a King on his throne.
You slowly removed your shirt and skirt, leaving yourself in just your bra and panties. You felt a chill run all over your body under his scrutinizing gaze. His eyes never moved from your form, his expression getting sterner as his nostrils flared. You could see his jaw tighten, and you knew he was fighting the urge to fuck you senseless right now. The sexual tension was thick in the air, enveloping all of your senses. 
“Do you want to use me for your own pleasure?,” he asked. You clenched your thighs together and watched his eyes as he noticed your response to him. 
“Yes, please Loki,” you responded, your voice sounding smaller than usual. 
“Beg,” he responded, his tone getting darker. You shivered at his tone, the deep voice drowning out the sound of your racing heartbeat pumping in your ears. 
This was it. All that the last month had been leading up to. Loki desired you, wanted you, and prevented you from coming just so that you would have to come begging. Pleading for his cock inside you to release you. 
“Loki, I’m begging you, please…”, you nearly cried, the tension almost overwhelming. 
“On your knees,” Loki pointed to the floor in front of him. 
Your knees were on the ground in an instant, as you tried to contain your urge to climb onto his lap. He leaned forward, his dark curls curtaining around his face as he intensely looked into your eyes. 
He kissed you, gentle at first. You tried to go slow, but your urgent need made you kiss him faster, brushing your tongue against his lips. 
“Slower,” Loki broke the kiss and commanded with a warning in his eye. 
You knew he was trying hard to restrain himself too as he continued your kiss. He pushed his tongue for entrance, and yours responded slower this time, gently massaging and exploring each other’s mouths. Your hand moved on its own to his hair, pulling him as close to you as you could. Loki leaned back and broke the kiss again, a knowing smile on his lips as he looked down at you. 
 His large hand slowly reached down to his pants zipper, pulling it down while you watched intently.  He pulled his cock out and you felt yourself gasp as you saw it. Perfectly long, large, and rock hard. The lust pumped through his veins, and you saw the sparkle of his tip glisten. His cock was everything you had hoped for and more. 
Loki began to pump his length slowly, deliberately. Your mouth watered as he pulled his foreskin down more, revealing a dark red head that begged for you to suck on it. You wanted nothing more than to swirl your tongue around it, suck it and feel him come down your throat. 
“You are so beautiful. A little godslut all for me,” Loki darkly teased as he pumped himself slowly in his palm, making you watch. You whined and squirmed, watching him give himself pleasure. He just loved torturing you, dragging this out as long as he could. This tension was excruciating, and you didn't know how much longer you could take it. 
“Do you want this? To be penetrated by my godly cock?” he asked, his breathing getting faster as he continued to languidly jerk himself off. 
“Yes,” you nodded quickly, nudging yourself closer to him. The soft fabric of his pants leg tickled your nipple, making you clench again. 
“Beg,” he ordered, his hand tightening his grip on his rigid length as he continued his motions, clearly getting off at dominating you. 
“Please Loki,” you whined, feeling yourself at complete submission to him. In this moment, you would literally do anything for him. 
With his free hand, Loki pulled you off of your knees and closer to him. In a quick movement he had torn your bra and panties off, making you gasp in surprise. He pulled you onto his lap, your knees on either side of his hips, hovering your aching core just above him. You could feel his breath on your breasts, making you shiver. 
“Do you need my cock? Need it buried in your tight cunt?,” Loki panted, his desperation now showing on his face as he looked up at you. 
“Yes, Loki, I need you,” you breathily replied, looking in his eyes with as much earnestness as you could muster. 
Loki slowly guided you onto his throbbing cock, two of you moaning wantonly in unison at the relief. Your body shuddered as your forehead fell to his, the only sound in the room was the two of you breathing heavily. He was so big, stretching you more than you had ever felt before and yet fitting inside of you perfectly. 
“How does that feel?,” he asked, sincerity creeping into his voice as he looked up into your eyes. You felt a blush on your cheek as you couldn��t help but smile at him. He looked so beautiful, his dark hair falling around his perfect face, his expression full of longing. 
“So-so- good-”, you could barely speak as you felt your body tremble at the intense fullness you suddenly felt after so long. You were so sensitive, and this felt like heaven. You enjoyed the moment of stillness, the relief of finally having Loki buried deep inside of you.
“I have wanted this as much as you have…craved you…” Loki whispered as he began messily planting kisses on your breasts, while his hands grabbed your backside. 
You began rocking back and forth, but Loki held firmly gripped your hips as you squirmed on him, begging for more friction. His hand grasped the back of your head, bringing you in for another kiss. Your lips crashed on each other in a deep, messy, kiss, the two of you not holding back as your fingers found their way into his soft hair again. 
His hips began rocking as he slowly fucked into you and you heard yourself whine into his mouth. The feeling was unimaginable, your heightened senses from weeks of torture sending you to another plain of ecstasy.
He wrapped his arm around your back, pulling you tight to him while he went back to licking and sucking on your breasts. Loki deeply grunted as he continued his slow, deliberate thrusts, and you heard yourself moaning his name. You threw your head back as your eyes closed and your hands grasped onto the back of the leather chair while your body trembled with pleasure.  
Loki’s clothes created extra friction on your body, the soft fabric and buttons leaving a tingling feeling on your skin. You could already feel the building pressure inside of you, and you knew an orgasm wasn’t far. Every motion of his hip grinding was perfectly timed, hitting your most sensitive spot repeatedly. Loki was intoxicating, his smell and the sound of his sinful moans surrounded you, drawing you into ecstasy as you felt yourself tighten around his length inside of you. 
“Oh Pet, I hope you’re ready,” he sucked on your neck, gently biting. A sudden THWACK on your ass startled you.
 You yelped at the sharp, exquisite pain that melted with the pleasure of his cock thrusting inside you. You looked in shock down at him, only to see the gentle side that he had briefly shown was gone. The blues of his irises swirled and you swear you saw a sparkle in his eye as a devilish smile spread across his face. 
“Are you ready for a God to take his pleasure from you?” he asked with a low, rough grunt as he adjusted his hips and thrust himself harder into you and you squealed. He smacked your ass again, harder than before as he increased his speed, rutting into you.
“Y-y-yes oh god yes Loki!,” you cried out, the pleasure nearly making you cry. Your whole body was on fire, your eyes closed tight again in bliss. You felt your wet cunt clench around him as a wave of heat overcame you and your whole body wracked with a sudden intense orgasm. Bright stars appeared behind your eyelids, and you gasped for breath while your hands gripped the chair. 
“Yes! that’s it Pet, give yourself to me!,” Loki commanded as he said in ragged breaths while holding you tightly in place as he fucked into you.Your eyes shot open to look at him through your blissed out haze. A bead of sweat made its way down his flushed cheekbone, his eyes focused on you. Loki’s mouth opened, revealing his perfect lower teeth as he tensed his jaw with animalistic lust. His hair was a disheveled mess, his eyes wild.
Words were gone now, you were here for him to do what he wanted with you- use you, take his pleasure from you. Your naked body writhed on his clothed body underneath, and you could feel the wet fabric of his pants as his hips jutted towards yours. 
 You felt your body bouncing against his vicious thrusts, the only sound in the room was the sound of your coupling and moans and groans. Your fingers dug into the back of the chair, nails digging into leather as you held on tight through Loki’s intense fucking.  His force was brutal, and everything you had needed. 
You gasped as you felt an intense tremble through your body as another orgasm overtook you and you squirmed on the god’s lap. Your mind was completely blank, your existence being only to be fucked by Loki. You kept your eyes closed, focused on how your cunt throbbed with overstimulation, the pain mixing with absolute pleasure in pure bliss. 
Loki roughly groaned while his hips began to lose their rhythm. He bit into your shoulder while he held you still, ramming himself into you, marking you. Claiming you. 
Loki buried his face in your chest, a loud growl erupting from him as he came with one last powerful thrust. His punishing grip didn’t let up as he pushed himself to the hilt, spilling himself inside your wet hot center. Loki moaned as he paused and then he continued to roll his hips, pushing his cock inside you so every last drop of cum filled you inside. 
A strangled moan came out of your mouth as you breathed heavily, trying to catch your breath. You were covered in sweat, and so was Loki’s suit. Your hands found his hair again, and you began to softly card your fingers through as the two of you quietly enjoyed the afterglow. He gently kissed your shoulders, taking deep inhales of your skin. 
You suddenly felt your body lift, and realized Loki was picking you up. Your arms tightened around his neck and legs wrapped around his waist, his cock still inside of you. Dreamily looking up at him, he gave you a soft smile on his flushed face as he carried you. Clothes disappeared from him as he walked the two of you to his grand four poster bed. 
You smiled as you felt yourself melt into the soft, silken sheets as he shifted you off of him and onto the bed on your back. He laid next to you, propping himself on one elbow while he gazed at your body. 
You didn’t feel as shy when he looked at you now. Loki’s hand gently caressed your stomach, and the two of you continued your quiet moment. His blue eyes were less stormy now- now they were placid like a calm lake. 
“You know, I’m glad this happened and everything, but…next time you could just ask me on a date,” you quietly joked. 
“I told you earlier- where is the fun in that? I didn’t chase you, I let you come to me. More dramatic that way,” he smirked. 
You smiled softly, reaching your fingers up to his face, slowly outlining his perfect jawline with the tips. You realized it didn’t matter how you got here, but that you were here-  with Loki, where you belonged. 
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peachyjinx · 22 hours
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lol he probably didn't 😂😂
I was putting myself in Y/N's situation- would any of us in SAS really be able to continue teasing him after the hallway? i know i wouldn't be able to go a couple weeks more with no sex just to really stick it to him lol!
On the Edge- Chapter 5: Tease
Word count: 3.9K
Summary: You can't give in to Loki so easily, so you decide to put up a fight...just a little.
Warnings: Rough sex, hair pulling, Dom!Loki
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You stared at the floor numbers on the wall of the elevator and tried to calm yourself down and assess the situation. You were the horniest you’d ever been in your life, and Loki wants you, but has cursed you to prevent you from orgasming. 
You felt the anger rise again as you pressed the button to your floor. You weren’t going to give in to him, no matter how much you wanted it. Not yet, at least.
But whatever your next move was in this game, you needed time. Patience. How are you going to make any decisions now, your brain swirling with anger and desire? 
As you angrily barged into your living quarters, you decided that in order to prevent making any bad decisions, you needed to get away. Away from the team, away from the tower, away from Loki.
You threw a bunch of things into an overnight bag and booked a cute boutique hotel in the Village on your phone. Walking defiantly out of the entrance to the tower, you felt resigned strength in your stubbornness.
You’re going to make him beg.
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Day 25
Loki’s face, that arrogant smile that you loved and hated, was in your mind as soon as you woke up. You blinked a couple of times, remembering that you were in a hotel room you hastily booked to get away from the chaos that Loki had started. 
You checked your phone, but no texts from him. Of course he thinks you’re going to come crawling back to him and beg him to fuck you. But he wants you just as much as you do, so you have leverage here.
You’ll avoid him and fight him as long as you can, and then the two of you are going to fuck like crazy. You feel the wetness between your thighs at the idea of finally being released- but how much longer could you hold out? A day? A week?
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You knew as soon as you entered the tower, Loki would be all over you. And of course you were right- as the elevator opened on your floor, there he was. Loki stood there casually, in a tight black henley and black slacks. His outfit was tailored perfectly as always, accenting his V shape and tightened around his strong biceps. His chest looked even better today, the fabric outlining his pecs. You took a deep breath, reminding yourself not to leap at him and beg him to take you right there in the hall. 
“Are you still angry with me?,” he asked casually as you walked out of the elevator. Your eyes narrowed at him as he looked down at you with a devilish grin and hands confidently in his pockets. 
You paused and smiled, feeling your confidence combine with the heady feeling of lust. You just need to tease him a little. Show him what he’s done to you. Show him how frustrated he’s made you.
“On no Loki, quite the opposite. I've realized I have to give in. I want nothing more in this world than one night with you,” you cooed back at him.
You sauntered up to Loki as you dropped your bag, your hands reaching out to his strong shoulders, gently pushing him up to the wall. A low chuckle rumbled through Loki’s throat as he firmly wrapped his arm around your waist. 
You leaned in, kissing him gently, and you felt the heat in your body rise. Concentrate, don’t mess this up. Loki pushed his tongue into your mouth while his hands pulled your backside, pulling your hips against his. You could feel his hard cock through his pants, already needy for your touch. A soft caress of your palm on his crotch made his hips buck against you while he softly grunted.
Carefully, you unzipped his pants, reaching in for what you so desperately wanted. Loki moaned into your mouth and you pushed yourself against him harder while the urgency of your kisses increased. You felt the soft skin of his large, warm cock, and relief spread over you. He felt so good in your hand. 
While you slowly pumped his shaft, a low groan emitted from his chest as his hand splayed on your back to pull you tight against him. You could feel his cock throbbing in your hand, making  your juices pool in your panties as you stroked him. 
You broke the kiss, and Loki leaned his head back against the wall, eyes closed and eyebrows knit together in pleasure. He looked so beautiful, consumed by his desire as a pink flush crept on his cheeks and a satisfied smile spread across his perfect lips. Precum seeped onto your fingers, and you tried to not get lost in the intoxication of the moment. He’s so needy for you. And you are for him. 
But that’s not what this is about. You need to make him beg for you. 
You slowly dragged the tip of your nose against his neck, trying not to get derailed by the eroticism of his quiet panting. Gently sucking on his ear, you whined, causing him to forcefully thrust his hips forward with a grunt. You felt yourself clench in response, and decided you needed to stop before you finished him right here in the hallway.
“You think you’re the only one who can play games? You started this Laufeyson,” you whispered in a warning tone.  You leaned back to shoot a daring look into Loki’s now open eyes, hazy from lust, that narrowed while he tried to figure out what was happening. 
You brought a finger up to your lips, and slowly licked his pre cum with a satisfied sigh. It was delicious-  sweet, salty, and so him- you could finish the job now, sucking the cum out of his desperate cock and you would be so happy. But you couldn’t let him know that. He watched silently, as he sucked in sharp breath at the sight of you licking his seed. 
You held your head up high as you quickly removed your hand from his throbbing length. You turned around and picked up your bag while you walked away, acting your ass off trying to be casual and leaving the horny god leaning against the wall with his passion not sated. 
You pulled out your phone and dialed Steve, turning to smile and wink at Loki, his face in shock and disbelief with his flushed cock poking out of his tight pants.
“Hey Steve, want to do lunch?,” you asked as loud as you could before you turned the corner.  
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Day 26
Since yesterday afternoon’s hallway incident, you’d done a great job avoiding Loki. You had sequestered yourself in Wanda’s room, had a movie night, and crashed on her couch. She even put a silencing spell on her room in case Loki came knocking, so you wouldn’t be able to hear him. 
It had been three days since he told you about his curse. And you knew that he had planned on fucking you as soon as you found out, that he had assumed you would immediately cave in. But instead, you fondled his cock in the hallway, and left him high and dry.
You’re sure he’s probably pissed at you now, and that thought made you smile. It felt great to give him a taste of his own medicine. 
But you had realized in the last twenty four hours that you couldn’t last much longer without fucking Loki. You had three weeks of pent up frustration and edging. And when you had finally got a chance to make out with him and jerk him off, it had been the absolute hottest moments in your life. Your sex addled mind had made it nearly impossible to have a conversation, as your mind drifted to holding Loki’s achingly hard erection in your hand. It was so thick and heavy, desperate to be inside of you. Flashes of this memory and thoughts of every which way you wanted him to fuck you now consumed you, and the anticipation made your body thrum with desire. 
“I said, did you hear me?,” Wanda’s voice interrupted your thoughts again as you brushed your hair. 
“I…uh…,” you stammered, feeling guilty for not listening to Wanda. She smirked with her hands on her hips, and tossed you your bag.
��Just go and fuck him already, I’d like to have a full conversation with you at some point,” Wanda joked sarcastically while you gathered your things. 
“I know! But I needed to tease him, just so he knows what it feels like,” you nodded confidently, throwing your bag over your shoulder. 
“Ok, go get fucked,” she smiled, slightly annoyed, as she hastily escorted you to her door. 
“Thanks for the “protection”,” you chirped as she rolled her eyes and closed the door behind you. 
Now it was time to face the music. To tell him off, and try your damndest to make him apologize or beg or something. Anything that could show him that it was not okay to curse you like he did,  even though a part of you found his incredibly dominating actions arousing. 
You knew as soon as you emerged from your cocoon of Wanda’s protection, Loki would be on you. 
You headed to the common room with the large windows that overlooked the city. It was your favorite room in the building, as it wasn’t used much even though the view was amazing. You assumed it being vacant had something to do with the lack of a kitchen and coffee machine. Or maybe it was the fact that it was across the hall from Loki’s room.
You made yourself comfortable on the couch with your phone, waiting for Loki to come to you. It only took two minutes. Had he set up some kind of spell to alert him when you’d be out of Wanda’s room?
“You are really trying my patience, pet,” Loki spoke in a dark tone as he entered the common room. He was in his training gear, forest green leather covering his body. 
“Did you just come from training?,” you teased him, trying to hide the arousal in your voice. He always looked so good in his tight leathers. His hair was a little messy, wild, the black curls falling around his face. You could see by the flush on his cheeks that he had been intensely sparring. Maybe getting his anger out. You felt more warmth in your core, and you squirmed in your seat in anticipation.
“I do not appreciate being toyed with,” he admonished you as he surveyed the room, walking towards you with slow, deliberate steps. 
“Well now you know two can play at that game! I don’t want to see you Loki, I’m still mad,” your voice unconvincing as you looked back at your phone.
He stood above you and took your phone out of your hand, tossing it onto a chair across the room. The air was thick with electricity, erotic anticipation from both of you filling the room.  
“You will look at me when I’m speaking with you,” he warned. You could see him closer now- his hair was a little wet with sweat, his jaw tensing. You had definitely gotten under his skin, and you felt a surge of confidence.
“Loki, I thought something was seriously wrong with me!,” you nearly yelled at him. You could feel heat rising in your cheeks, and you weren’t sure if it was your outrage or arousal. 
His smile dropped, and for a moment he looked concerned. You felt your heart skip a beat. 
“Well my intention was not to worry you that badly. For that, I am sorry,” he stepped closer to you, reaching out to pull you up off the couch.
“Yeah, well you have a lot to learn about human women if you thought that was okay,” you took his hand, letting him pull you close while you rolled your eyes. You weren’t going to be able to keep up this resistance up much longer. You could smell him now, and feel his breath on your face, the closeness making you feel lightheaded. 
“How about I make it up to you”, Loki huskily replied, dropping all pretense as he gently caressed your cheek. This was him, guard down. 
You took a deep breath and stepped back from him defiantly, crossing your arms, “Beg.” 
Loki scoffed, “You are joking,” his eyes narrowed at you while a wry smile appeared. 
“No I’m not. You did all of this thinking I’d come crawling to you, begging, but I think you should beg for me,” you tried to maintain your wilful stance, but your voice was shaky. You could hear your heartbeat loudly in your ears, your blood pumping a mile a minute, the intensity of the interaction nearly overwhelming.  
“Absolutely not. I have never had to beg, nor will I ever,” he closed the gap between the two of you with one long stride. 
You felt your resolve shaking. His dominant side was what you really craved, what you really needed. 
“I like a challenge, a forceful partner...but only in the beginning. And right now you will submit to me, my little Pet”, he sneered as he wrapped his arms around your waist.
You suddenly felt Loki sweep your leg, throwing you off balance, and your back hit the floor with a soft thud.
Loki’s body was on top of yours before you knew what happened, his hand bracing your head in the fall. His mouth was on yours, forcefully kissing you, and you kissed him back with wild abandon. Tongues intertwined and teeth clicked as the two of you fiercely kissed each other in a fight over dominance, and your mind blanked as your passion took over your body. 
Loki roughly groped at your body, your ass, your thighs, your breasts.  He was feral and just as wound up as you, desperate to touch you, to feel your body against his. Your legs wrapped around his hips and he thrusted, making you both moan together in unison. 
Your hands combed through his hair, feeling the soft, dampened curls entwine with your fingers. The smell of leather and Loki enveloped your senses. He was invading every part of you, and you loved it. 
You heard a growl emanate from his chest as you felt cool air around your skin. You suddenly realized you were naked against his fully clothed body. His hard cock pushed up against your core, his tight leather pants being his only barrier to being inside you. Your hips bucked up into his, and you whined, your desperation finally bubbling over.
“You are so stubborn, and I’m going to fuck that out of you,” Loki snarled as his hand squeezed your breast, making you squeal. 
“You want me, crave me, and need this cock as if it were to save your life! Don’t you?!,” he demanded as he bit into your neck possessively, intending to leave a mark. A gasp escaped your lips, as the exquisite pain melted with your pleasure. Your body felt like it was on fire, despite the fact that you were entirely naked. 
All of your resistance was gone, all you wanted now was Loki.
“I do-,” you whined, not caring about how true it was anymore, as long as he gave you what you urgently craved. 
“Say it! Tell me you need itI!,” Loki ordered roughly, his hands reaching to your aching cunt, playing with your folds and feeling the slick that coated you. You were already soaking and needy for him, weeks of desperation dripping from your cunt onto your thighs.
“I need your cock, Loki! PLEASE!,” you cried as he bit down on the soft skin below your ear and thrust his restrained member on your wet core while you writhed under him, your arousal coating his leather pants.
You heard Loki’s dark chuckle as his breath hit your ear and sent a chill down your spine. In a moment, you felt the world around you spinning as Loki flipped you onto your stomach, pulling your hips up to meet his. In one movement, he unzipped and fiercely thrust his cock inside you, pushing himself deep into you with all of his strength while he wantonly groaned. You choked out a breathy cry, the sharp pain and pleasure of his large cock filling you so roughly that you felt dizzy.
You propped yourself onto your hands, pushing back as hard as you could, savoring the feeling of him buried inside of you. His size stretched you in ways you had never been, the pressure of his cock stuffing you was almost too much.  
Loki groaned as he began bucking into you, not giving you time to adjust to his size, his large hands gripping your hips in place while he fucked you harsh and fast. His leather clad hips slapped loudly against your ass, the sound echoing against the marble floors. 
“Oh Pet, your cunt is perfect, just as I thought it would be…,” he said through loud pants. Your body shuddered at his praise, as your walls fluttered around his throbbing cock. 
You grabbed for anything to hold onto while he rutted into you like an animal, your fingers digging into the rug below you. Your body bounced with the force of his thrusts, and you could feel the coil tightening in your core already.  Loud moans and cries spilled out of your mouth as he mercilessly fucked you with abandon. Your body was flooded with electric heat as he conquered you like he had once nearly conquered the city.
Loki leaned over you, his hair grazing your back, and you could hear his heavy pants and grunts as he fucked you hard, taking his pleasure like he knew you wanted. You felt a harsh slap on your ass, which made you cry out while you felt yourself tighten around his thick cock. 
“That’s for being a brat and fighting me! You knew you wouldn’t win!,” Loki spat as he continued to wildly thrust into you, hitting that perfect spot deep inside. He was assaulting, ruthless, and you absolutely loved it. You were an absolute mess, you could feel yourself dripping down your thighs as he repeatedly slammed his hot length into you.
 You felt strong hands wrap into your hair, pulling your head back as Loki continued to ride you. The stretch in your neck was painful yet deeply arousing as your sinful need mixed in your veins. 
“You thought that driving me mad would mean I would be gentle on you?! You have to earn that, pet. You’ll be lucky if I let you come!,” his rough voice chastised you in between loud grunts while his large hand palmed your breast, tweaking your nipple. 
You felt the tension inside as your orgasm built, there was no way he could prevent this. The pain on your scalp combined with his ruthlessness sent you over the edge, making you cry out as your world shattered in ecstasy. Your eyes tightly held shut, blinding white against black. You screamed as you came around him, your body thrashing under his weight as he rode you hard. 
Loki deeply groaned as he felt your walls tighten around him as you came, his hips not slowing while his fingers dug further into the flesh of your hips. You felt tears welling in your eyes as his swollen cock relentlessly pounded into you, the overstimulation too much. You felt your elbows weakening as your body struggled to stay upright against Loki’s brutal pace. 
“Loki… oh..too—,” you choked out, barely able to speak.  He didn’t slow down, he continued rutting into you like an animal chasing his own release. 
“What’s that, too much? I’ve only just begun, and you will thank me when I empty myself into your tight cunt,” he grunted into your ear while he tightened his grip in your hair. 
You could feel the pressure building again as he slapped your ass again, groping it afterwards. You were a mess, unable to say anything other than strangled noises while your body jostled under his. 
“That’s it, pet- you’ll take what I give you,” Loki demanded in between grunts and moans, while his large cock assaulted your inner walls.
You craned your neck to look at him, only to see his sinful face screwed into intense pleasure, his desperation apparent as his hair framed his face in messy curls around his closed eyes. He looked so powerful and vulnerable at the same time, and you felt your cunt clench around him. The sight of Loki brutally fucking you as you had always wanted was almost too much. His hand moved to your swollen clit, gently massaging it. 
“Say my name, Pet,” Loki growled, his eyes opening and glaring into yours with passion and ferocity as his jaw clenched and nostrils flared. The fire in your abdomen climaxed again as Loki’s cock forced you towards the precipice of ecstacy. 
“Loki!!,” you raggedly screamed, your voice hoarse from crying out. Your eyes screwed shut as your body twitched from yet another intense orgasm. Your thighs trembled as you tried to keep yourself in position while Loki’s unrelenting tempo began to slow.
Curses in another language began spilling out of Loki as his pace faltered, his hands like iron vices on your hips and hair as his grip tightened while he desperately chased his climax.
With a guttural shout, Loki came, pushing himself as deep as he could as he spilled into you. He continued to slowly pump his cock, his cum flooding inside of you while he breathed heavily and roughly moved your head to kiss you messily. 
The two of you moaned when you returned the kiss, trying to convey all of your appreciation as you drowned in your pleasure. Loki loosened his grip on your hair and hips as the two of you slowly came down from your high. He began caressing your back lightly with his fingers, pressing soft kisses down your spine, and you felt yourself whimpering quietly.
Your eyes slowly opened as you fell back to reality and he pulled himself out. With his guidance, you shakily sat down, and he pulled a blanket off the couch and wrapped it around you. The soft blanket clung to your sweat soaked skin, and the intended comfort made you feel even warmer inside. 
Loki sat on the floor next to you, your backs against the couch as he pulled you up close to him, planting a kiss on your head while his arm wrapped around your shoulders. The two of you sat in silence for a moment, quietly catching your breath and enjoying the afterglow. As you sat there, breathless and sore, a hazy peacefulness settled over you. 
You looked up at him, and felt a smile spread across your face. He was so painfully sexy as he pulled his hair back behind his ears while his leather clad chest heaved as he caught his breath. His sharp features were glistening with sweat and his eyes were glazed over, beautifully disheveled. 
“That was…..,” you couldn’t find the words, still dazed from the high of your erotic coupling. 
“Yes it was,” he finished your thought.  Loki looked at you, his fiery gaze from earlier was now blissful and placid as he gently smiled at you.  
“Now we need to give your body some recuperation time. But I’m not finished with you,” he gently squeezed your arm. 
“Promise?,” you asked, hopeful that this was just the beginning. 
You felt his strong arms wrap around you, and before you knew it, he had lifted you up as he stood, holding you bridal style like you weighed nothing. You yelped and he walked gracefully towards his room. 
“Promise,” he winked at you as a wicked smile played at the corner of his lips. 
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COMPLETE! Let me know what you all think- I want to know who chose which chapter! Did you tease Loki? Or go straight to submission? Obviously both ways are great because they end with you get railed by Loki 🤣🤣
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Warnings: 18+!! Non consensual orgasm denial, Loki being an irresistible jerk, Dom!Loki stuff, rough sex
Summary: You’ve been with the Avengers for a year now, and have settled in nicely. Except for that distracting sexy Loki. The two of you have been flirting for a couple months, but nothing else has happened. And now you’re in a predicament- you’re suddenly unable to orgasm. What are you going to do?
Author's Note: I'm trying a bit of an experiment- giving you the option on how to deal with Loki! 😂
The first 3 Chapters are plot, flirting, and thirst. Then, you can choose Chapter 4 or 5 next- depending on what you'd want to do! (Obviously feel free to read both chapters, the smut will be different in each because of the scenarios I've set up 😉)
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Chapter 1- Pent Up
Chapter 2- Stormy Weather
Chapter 3- The Hunger
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Chapter 4- Submission
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Chapter 5- Tease
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On the Edge- Chapter 5: Tease
Word count: 3.9K
Summary: You can't give in to Loki so easily, so you decide to put up a fight...just a little.
Warnings: Rough sex, hair pulling, Dom!Loki
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You stared at the floor numbers on the wall of the elevator and tried to calm yourself down and assess the situation. You were the horniest you’d ever been in your life, and Loki wants you, but has cursed you to prevent you from orgasming. 
You felt the anger rise again as you pressed the button to your floor. You weren’t going to give in to him, no matter how much you wanted it. Not yet, at least.
But whatever your next move was in this game, you needed time. Patience. How are you going to make any decisions now, your brain swirling with anger and desire? 
As you angrily barged into your living quarters, you decided that in order to prevent making any bad decisions, you needed to get away. Away from the team, away from the tower, away from Loki.
You threw a bunch of things into an overnight bag and booked a cute boutique hotel in the Village on your phone. Walking defiantly out of the entrance to the tower, you felt resigned strength in your stubbornness.
You’re going to make him beg.
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Day 25
Loki’s face, that arrogant smile that you loved and hated, was in your mind as soon as you woke up. You blinked a couple of times, remembering that you were in a hotel room you hastily booked to get away from the chaos that Loki had started. 
You checked your phone, but no texts from him. Of course he thinks you’re going to come crawling back to him and beg him to fuck you. But he wants you just as much as you do, so you have leverage here.
You’ll avoid him and fight him as long as you can, and then the two of you are going to fuck like crazy. You feel the wetness between your thighs at the idea of finally being released- but how much longer could you hold out? A day? A week?
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You knew as soon as you entered the tower, Loki would be all over you. And of course you were right- as the elevator opened on your floor, there he was. Loki stood there casually, in a tight black henley and black slacks. His outfit was tailored perfectly as always, accenting his V shape and tightened around his strong biceps. His chest looked even better today, the fabric outlining his pecs. You took a deep breath, reminding yourself not to leap at him and beg him to take you right there in the hall. 
“Are you still angry with me?,” he asked casually as you walked out of the elevator. Your eyes narrowed at him as he looked down at you with a devilish grin and hands confidently in his pockets. 
You paused and smiled, feeling your confidence combine with the heady feeling of lust. You just need to tease him a little. Show him what he’s done to you. Show him how frustrated he’s made you.
“On no Loki, quite the opposite. I've realized I have to give in. I want nothing more in this world than one night with you,” you cooed back at him.
You sauntered up to Loki as you dropped your bag, your hands reaching out to his strong shoulders, gently pushing him up to the wall. A low chuckle rumbled through Loki’s throat as he firmly wrapped his arm around your waist. 
You leaned in, kissing him gently, and you felt the heat in your body rise. Concentrate, don’t mess this up. Loki pushed his tongue into your mouth while his hands pulled your backside, pulling your hips against his. You could feel his hard cock through his pants, already needy for your touch. A soft caress of your palm on his crotch made his hips buck against you while he softly grunted.
Carefully, you unzipped his pants, reaching in for what you so desperately wanted. Loki moaned into your mouth and you pushed yourself against him harder while the urgency of your kisses increased. You felt the soft skin of his large, warm cock, and relief spread over you. He felt so good in your hand. 
While you slowly pumped his shaft, a low groan emitted from his chest as his hand splayed on your back to pull you tight against him. You could feel his cock throbbing in your hand, making  your juices pool in your panties as you stroked him. 
You broke the kiss, and Loki leaned his head back against the wall, eyes closed and eyebrows knit together in pleasure. He looked so beautiful, consumed by his desire as a pink flush crept on his cheeks and a satisfied smile spread across his perfect lips. Precum seeped onto your fingers, and you tried to not get lost in the intoxication of the moment. He’s so needy for you. And you are for him. 
But that’s not what this is about. You need to make him beg for you. 
You slowly dragged the tip of your nose against his neck, trying not to get derailed by the eroticism of his quiet panting. Gently sucking on his ear, you whined, causing him to forcefully thrust his hips forward with a grunt. You felt yourself clench in response, and decided you needed to stop before you finished him right here in the hallway.
“You think you’re the only one who can play games? You started this Laufeyson,” you whispered in a warning tone.  You leaned back to shoot a daring look into Loki’s now open eyes, hazy from lust, that narrowed while he tried to figure out what was happening. 
You brought a finger up to your lips, and slowly licked his pre cum with a satisfied sigh. It was delicious-  sweet, salty, and so him- you could finish the job now, sucking the cum out of his desperate cock and you would be so happy. But you couldn’t let him know that. He watched silently, as he sucked in sharp breath at the sight of you licking his seed. 
You held your head up high as you quickly removed your hand from his throbbing length. You turned around and picked up your bag while you walked away, acting your ass off trying to be casual and leaving the horny god leaning against the wall with his passion not sated. 
You pulled out your phone and dialed Steve, turning to smile and wink at Loki, his face in shock and disbelief with his flushed cock poking out of his tight pants.
“Hey Steve, want to do lunch?,” you asked as loud as you could before you turned the corner.  
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Day 26
Since yesterday afternoon’s hallway incident, you’d done a great job avoiding Loki. You had sequestered yourself in Wanda’s room, had a movie night, and crashed on her couch. She even put a silencing spell on her room in case Loki came knocking, so you wouldn’t be able to hear him. 
It had been three days since he told you about his curse. And you knew that he had planned on fucking you as soon as you found out, that he had assumed you would immediately cave in. But instead, you fondled his cock in the hallway, and left him high and dry.
You’re sure he’s probably pissed at you now, and that thought made you smile. It felt great to give him a taste of his own medicine. 
But you had realized in the last twenty four hours that you couldn’t last much longer without fucking Loki. You had three weeks of pent up frustration and edging. And when you had finally got a chance to make out with him and jerk him off, it had been the absolute hottest moments in your life. Your sex addled mind had made it nearly impossible to have a conversation, as your mind drifted to holding Loki’s achingly hard erection in your hand. It was so thick and heavy, desperate to be inside of you. Flashes of this memory and thoughts of every which way you wanted him to fuck you now consumed you, and the anticipation made your body thrum with desire. 
“I said, did you hear me?,” Wanda’s voice interrupted your thoughts again as you brushed your hair. 
“I…uh…,” you stammered, feeling guilty for not listening to Wanda. She smirked with her hands on her hips, and tossed you your bag.
“Just go and fuck him already, I’d like to have a full conversation with you at some point,” Wanda joked sarcastically while you gathered your things. 
“I know! But I needed to tease him, just so he knows what it feels like,” you nodded confidently, throwing your bag over your shoulder. 
“Ok, go get fucked,” she smiled, slightly annoyed, as she hastily escorted you to her door. 
“Thanks for the “protection”,” you chirped as she rolled her eyes and closed the door behind you. 
Now it was time to face the music. To tell him off, and try your damndest to make him apologize or beg or something. Anything that could show him that it was not okay to curse you like he did,  even though a part of you found his incredibly dominating actions arousing. 
You knew as soon as you emerged from your cocoon of Wanda’s protection, Loki would be on you. 
You headed to the common room with the large windows that overlooked the city. It was your favorite room in the building, as it wasn’t used much even though the view was amazing. You assumed it being vacant had something to do with the lack of a kitchen and coffee machine. Or maybe it was the fact that it was across the hall from Loki’s room.
You made yourself comfortable on the couch with your phone, waiting for Loki to come to you. It only took two minutes. Had he set up some kind of spell to alert him when you’d be out of Wanda’s room?
“You are really trying my patience, pet,” Loki spoke in a dark tone as he entered the common room. He was in his training gear, forest green leather covering his body. 
“Did you just come from training?,” you teased him, trying to hide the arousal in your voice. He always looked so good in his tight leathers. His hair was a little messy, wild, the black curls falling around his face. You could see by the flush on his cheeks that he had been intensely sparring. Maybe getting his anger out. You felt more warmth in your core, and you squirmed in your seat in anticipation.
“I do not appreciate being toyed with,” he admonished you as he surveyed the room, walking towards you with slow, deliberate steps. 
“Well now you know two can play at that game! I don’t want to see you Loki, I’m still mad,” your voice unconvincing as you looked back at your phone.
He stood above you and took your phone out of your hand, tossing it onto a chair across the room. The air was thick with electricity, erotic anticipation from both of you filling the room.  
“You will look at me when I’m speaking with you,” he warned. You could see him closer now- his hair was a little wet with sweat, his jaw tensing. You had definitely gotten under his skin, and you felt a surge of confidence.
“Loki, I thought something was seriously wrong with me!,” you nearly yelled at him. You could feel heat rising in your cheeks, and you weren’t sure if it was your outrage or arousal. 
His smile dropped, and for a moment he looked concerned. You felt your heart skip a beat. 
“Well my intention was not to worry you that badly. For that, I am sorry,” he stepped closer to you, reaching out to pull you up off the couch.
“Yeah, well you have a lot to learn about human women if you thought that was okay,” you took his hand, letting him pull you close while you rolled your eyes. You weren’t going to be able to keep up this resistance up much longer. You could smell him now, and feel his breath on your face, the closeness making you feel lightheaded. 
“How about I make it up to you”, Loki huskily replied, dropping all pretense as he gently caressed your cheek. This was him, guard down. 
You took a deep breath and stepped back from him defiantly, crossing your arms, “Beg.” 
Loki scoffed, “You are joking,” his eyes narrowed at you while a wry smile appeared. 
“No I’m not. You did all of this thinking I’d come crawling to you, begging, but I think you should beg for me,” you tried to maintain your wilful stance, but your voice was shaky. You could hear your heartbeat loudly in your ears, your blood pumping a mile a minute, the intensity of the interaction nearly overwhelming.  
“Absolutely not. I have never had to beg, nor will I ever,” he closed the gap between the two of you with one long stride. 
You felt your resolve shaking. His dominant side was what you really craved, what you really needed. 
“I like a challenge, a forceful partner...but only in the beginning. And right now you will submit to me, my little Pet”, he sneered as he wrapped his arms around your waist.
You suddenly felt Loki sweep your leg, throwing you off balance, and your back hit the floor with a soft thud.
Loki’s body was on top of yours before you knew what happened, his hand bracing your head in the fall. His mouth was on yours, forcefully kissing you, and you kissed him back with wild abandon. Tongues intertwined and teeth clicked as the two of you fiercely kissed each other in a fight over dominance, and your mind blanked as your passion took over your body. 
Loki roughly groped at your body, your ass, your thighs, your breasts.  He was feral and just as wound up as you, desperate to touch you, to feel your body against his. Your legs wrapped around his hips and he thrusted, making you both moan together in unison. 
Your hands combed through his hair, feeling the soft, dampened curls entwine with your fingers. The smell of leather and Loki enveloped your senses. He was invading every part of you, and you loved it. 
You heard a growl emanate from his chest as you felt cool air around your skin. You suddenly realized you were naked against his fully clothed body. His hard cock pushed up against your core, his tight leather pants being his only barrier to being inside you. Your hips bucked up into his, and you whined, your desperation finally bubbling over.
“You are so stubborn, and I’m going to fuck that out of you,” Loki snarled as his hand squeezed your breast, making you squeal. 
“You want me, crave me, and need this cock as if it were to save your life! Don’t you?!,” he demanded as he bit into your neck possessively, intending to leave a mark. A gasp escaped your lips, as the exquisite pain melted with your pleasure. Your body felt like it was on fire, despite the fact that you were entirely naked. 
All of your resistance was gone, all you wanted now was Loki.
“I do-,” you whined, not caring about how true it was anymore, as long as he gave you what you urgently craved. 
“Say it! Tell me you need itI!,” Loki ordered roughly, his hands reaching to your aching cunt, playing with your folds and feeling the slick that coated you. You were already soaking and needy for him, weeks of desperation dripping from your cunt onto your thighs.
“I need your cock, Loki! PLEASE!,” you cried as he bit down on the soft skin below your ear and thrust his restrained member on your wet core while you writhed under him, your arousal coating his leather pants.
You heard Loki’s dark chuckle as his breath hit your ear and sent a chill down your spine. In a moment, you felt the world around you spinning as Loki flipped you onto your stomach, pulling your hips up to meet his. In one movement, he unzipped and fiercely thrust his cock inside you, pushing himself deep into you with all of his strength while he wantonly groaned. You choked out a breathy cry, the sharp pain and pleasure of his large cock filling you so roughly that you felt dizzy.
You propped yourself onto your hands, pushing back as hard as you could, savoring the feeling of him buried inside of you. His size stretched you in ways you had never been, the pressure of his cock stuffing you was almost too much.  
Loki groaned as he began bucking into you, not giving you time to adjust to his size, his large hands gripping your hips in place while he fucked you harsh and fast. His leather clad hips slapped loudly against your ass, the sound echoing against the marble floors. 
“Oh Pet, your cunt is perfect, just as I thought it would be…,” he said through loud pants. Your body shuddered at his praise, as your walls fluttered around his throbbing cock. 
You grabbed for anything to hold onto while he rutted into you like an animal, your fingers digging into the rug below you. Your body bounced with the force of his thrusts, and you could feel the coil tightening in your core already.  Loud moans and cries spilled out of your mouth as he mercilessly fucked you with abandon. Your body was flooded with electric heat as he conquered you like he had once nearly conquered the city.
Loki leaned over you, his hair grazing your back, and you could hear his heavy pants and grunts as he fucked you hard, taking his pleasure like he knew you wanted. You felt a harsh slap on your ass, which made you cry out while you felt yourself tighten around his thick cock. 
“That’s for being a brat and fighting me! You knew you wouldn’t win!,” Loki spat as he continued to wildly thrust into you, hitting that perfect spot deep inside. He was assaulting, ruthless, and you absolutely loved it. You were an absolute mess, you could feel yourself dripping down your thighs as he repeatedly slammed his hot length into you.
 You felt strong hands wrap into your hair, pulling your head back as Loki continued to ride you. The stretch in your neck was painful yet deeply arousing as your sinful need mixed in your veins. 
“You thought that driving me mad would mean I would be gentle on you?! You have to earn that, pet. You’ll be lucky if I let you come!,” his rough voice chastised you in between loud grunts while his large hand palmed your breast, tweaking your nipple. 
You felt the tension inside as your orgasm built, there was no way he could prevent this. The pain on your scalp combined with his ruthlessness sent you over the edge, making you cry out as your world shattered in ecstasy. Your eyes tightly held shut, blinding white against black. You screamed as you came around him, your body thrashing under his weight as he rode you hard. 
Loki deeply groaned as he felt your walls tighten around him as you came, his hips not slowing while his fingers dug further into the flesh of your hips. You felt tears welling in your eyes as his swollen cock relentlessly pounded into you, the overstimulation too much. You felt your elbows weakening as your body struggled to stay upright against Loki’s brutal pace. 
“Loki… oh..too—,” you choked out, barely able to speak.  He didn’t slow down, he continued rutting into you like an animal chasing his own release. 
“What’s that, too much? I’ve only just begun, and you will thank me when I empty myself into your tight cunt,” he grunted into your ear while he tightened his grip in your hair. 
You could feel the pressure building again as he slapped your ass again, groping it afterwards. You were a mess, unable to say anything other than strangled noises while your body jostled under his. 
“That’s it, pet- you’ll take what I give you,” Loki demanded in between grunts and moans, while his large cock assaulted your inner walls.
You craned your neck to look at him, only to see his sinful face screwed into intense pleasure, his desperation apparent as his hair framed his face in messy curls around his closed eyes. He looked so powerful and vulnerable at the same time, and you felt your cunt clench around him. The sight of Loki brutally fucking you as you had always wanted was almost too much. His hand moved to your swollen clit, gently massaging it. 
“Say my name, Pet,” Loki growled, his eyes opening and glaring into yours with passion and ferocity as his jaw clenched and nostrils flared. The fire in your abdomen climaxed again as Loki’s cock forced you towards the precipice of ecstacy. 
“Loki!!,” you raggedly screamed, your voice hoarse from crying out. Your eyes screwed shut as your body twitched from yet another intense orgasm. Your thighs trembled as you tried to keep yourself in position while Loki’s unrelenting tempo began to slow.
Curses in another language began spilling out of Loki as his pace faltered, his hands like iron vices on your hips and hair as his grip tightened while he desperately chased his climax.
With a guttural shout, Loki came, pushing himself as deep as he could as he spilled into you. He continued to slowly pump his cock, his cum flooding inside of you while he breathed heavily and roughly moved your head to kiss you messily. 
The two of you moaned when you returned the kiss, trying to convey all of your appreciation as you drowned in your pleasure. Loki loosened his grip on your hair and hips as the two of you slowly came down from your high. He began caressing your back lightly with his fingers, pressing soft kisses down your spine, and you felt yourself whimpering quietly.
Your eyes slowly opened as you fell back to reality and he pulled himself out. With his guidance, you shakily sat down, and he pulled a blanket off the couch and wrapped it around you. The soft blanket clung to your sweat soaked skin, and the intended comfort made you feel even warmer inside. 
Loki sat on the floor next to you, your backs against the couch as he pulled you up close to him, planting a kiss on your head while his arm wrapped around your shoulders. The two of you sat in silence for a moment, quietly catching your breath and enjoying the afterglow. As you sat there, breathless and sore, a hazy peacefulness settled over you. 
You looked up at him, and felt a smile spread across your face. He was so painfully sexy as he pulled his hair back behind his ears while his leather clad chest heaved as he caught his breath. His sharp features were glistening with sweat and his eyes were glazed over, beautifully disheveled. 
“That was…..,” you couldn’t find the words, still dazed from the high of your erotic coupling. 
“Yes it was,” he finished your thought.  Loki looked at you, his fiery gaze from earlier was now blissful and placid as he gently smiled at you.  
“Now we need to give your body some recuperation time. But I’m not finished with you,” he gently squeezed your arm. 
“Promise?,” you asked, hopeful that this was just the beginning. 
You felt his strong arms wrap around you, and before you knew it, he had lifted you up as he stood, holding you bridal style like you weighed nothing. You yelped and he walked gracefully towards his room. 
“Promise,” he winked at you as a wicked smile played at the corner of his lips. 
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On the Edge- Chapter 4: Submission
Word count: 2.4K
Summary: You can't take this waiting anymore and you give in to Loki.
Warnings: Degradation, Dom!Loki
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A coil of nerves wrenched in your stomach as you pushed the button for Loki’s floor. This was finally it, you couldn’t take this anymore. You didn’t know how this would play out, but you’ve had enough games. Your body physically aches for Loki- his kiss, his touch, his thick cock inside of you. You wanted him to consume you with his lust and power, making you forget who you are. 
A lustful haze had overtaken your brain as your hand shakily knocked on his door, and within a moment the door opened slightly. Loki peered down at you, his dark locks falling as he moved his head to the side inquisitively. 
“Ok, you win Loki,” you spoke but could barely get the words out. You were so nervous, and you didn’t know why. Your whole body both ached and filled with a thrum of electricity, your heart felt like it was beating out of your chest as you looked into his pale blue eyes. 
“So easily?,” he mocked, then paused for a moment and smiled wickedly, his tongue slowly grazing his bottom lip. 
“Well by all means,” he opened the door wide, welcoming you into his quarters, where you knew no one but Thor was allowed to enter. 
Your nerves were on edge as you tentatively stepped in. His room looked very different from yours and Wanda’s. For one, the ceiling was about 10 feet higher, and there were rich tapestries covering the large windows surrounding his living quarters. You weren’t sure if this architecture was from his magic or he demanded this room to live in. 
Loki walked casually to a large leather wingback chair in his living room, sitting down with his legs spread. You could see the buttons on his vest straining on his muscled chest as he shifted. Your eyes drank him in from the hint of collar bone that the unbuttoned shirt revealed, down his lean torso, to his crotch, where a noticeable bulge showed that his cock was already hard and waiting for you. You bit your lip as you took in the sight of him.  
“Well darling, I’m all yours,” Loki purred, gently running his hand down his muscular thigh. 
You followed his lead and closed his door behind you, walking into the large room on shaky legs. You slowly walked up to him, not knowing what to expect next. 
“What do I….you…,” you suddenly felt shy, intimidated. He was in control and there was nothing you could do.
“Remove your clothes,” he commanded, looking regal and commanding like a King on his throne.
You slowly removed your shirt and skirt, leaving yourself in just your bra and panties. You felt a chill run all over your body under his scrutinizing gaze. His eyes never moved from your form, his expression getting sterner as his nostrils flared. You could see his jaw tighten, and you knew he was fighting the urge to fuck you senseless right now. The sexual tension was thick in the air, enveloping all of your senses. 
“Do you want to use me for your own pleasure?,” he asked. You clenched your thighs together and watched his eyes as he noticed your response to him. 
“Yes, please Loki,” you responded, your voice sounding smaller than usual. 
“Beg,” he responded, his tone getting darker. You shivered at his tone, the deep voice drowning out the sound of your racing heartbeat pumping in your ears. 
This was it. All that the last month had been leading up to. Loki desired you, wanted you, and prevented you from coming just so that you would have to come begging. Pleading for his cock inside you to release you. 
“Loki, I’m begging you, please…”, you nearly cried, the tension almost overwhelming. 
“On your knees,” Loki pointed to the floor in front of him. 
Your knees were on the ground in an instant, as you tried to contain your urge to climb onto his lap. He leaned forward, his dark curls curtaining around his face as he intensely looked into your eyes. 
He kissed you, gentle at first. You tried to go slow, but your urgent need made you kiss him faster, brushing your tongue against his lips. 
“Slower,” Loki broke the kiss and commanded with a warning in his eye. 
You knew he was trying hard to restrain himself too as he continued your kiss. He pushed his tongue for entrance, and yours responded slower this time, gently massaging and exploring each other’s mouths. Your hand moved on its own to his hair, pulling him as close to you as you could. Loki leaned back and broke the kiss again, a knowing smile on his lips as he looked down at you. 
 His large hand slowly reached down to his pants zipper, pulling it down while you watched intently.  He pulled his cock out and you felt yourself gasp as you saw it. Perfectly long, large, and rock hard. The lust pumped through his veins, and you saw the sparkle of his tip glisten. His cock was everything you had hoped for and more. 
Loki began to pump his length slowly, deliberately. Your mouth watered as he pulled his foreskin down more, revealing a dark red head that begged for you to suck on it. You wanted nothing more than to swirl your tongue around it, suck it and feel him come down your throat. 
“You are so beautiful. A little godslut all for me,” Loki darkly teased as he pumped himself slowly in his palm, making you watch. You whined and squirmed, watching him give himself pleasure. He just loved torturing you, dragging this out as long as he could. This tension was excruciating, and you didn't know how much longer you could take it. 
“Do you want this? To be penetrated by my godly cock?” he asked, his breathing getting faster as he continued to languidly jerk himself off. 
“Yes,” you nodded quickly, nudging yourself closer to him. The soft fabric of his pants leg tickled your nipple, making you clench again. 
“Beg,” he ordered, his hand tightening his grip on his rigid length as he continued his motions, clearly getting off at dominating you. 
“Please Loki,” you whined, feeling yourself at complete submission to him. In this moment, you would literally do anything for him. 
With his free hand, Loki pulled you off of your knees and closer to him. In a quick movement he had torn your bra and panties off, making you gasp in surprise. He pulled you onto his lap, your knees on either side of his hips, hovering your aching core just above him. You could feel his breath on your breasts, making you shiver. 
“Do you need my cock? Need it buried in your tight cunt?,” Loki panted, his desperation now showing on his face as he looked up at you. 
“Yes, Loki, I need you,” you breathily replied, looking in his eyes with as much earnestness as you could muster. 
Loki slowly guided you onto his throbbing cock, two of you moaning wantonly in unison at the relief. Your body shuddered as your forehead fell to his, the only sound in the room was the two of you breathing heavily. He was so big, stretching you more than you had ever felt before and yet fitting inside of you perfectly. 
“How does that feel?,” he asked, sincerity creeping into his voice as he looked up into your eyes. You felt a blush on your cheek as you couldn’t help but smile at him. He looked so beautiful, his dark hair falling around his perfect face, his expression full of longing. 
“So-so- good-”, you could barely speak as you felt your body tremble at the intense fullness you suddenly felt after so long. You were so sensitive, and this felt like heaven. You enjoyed the moment of stillness, the relief of finally having Loki buried deep inside of you.
“I have wanted this as much as you have…craved you…” Loki whispered as he began messily planting kisses on your breasts, while his hands grabbed your backside. 
You began rocking back and forth, but Loki held firmly gripped your hips as you squirmed on him, begging for more friction. His hand grasped the back of your head, bringing you in for another kiss. Your lips crashed on each other in a deep, messy, kiss, the two of you not holding back as your fingers found their way into his soft hair again. 
His hips began rocking as he slowly fucked into you and you heard yourself whine into his mouth. The feeling was unimaginable, your heightened senses from weeks of torture sending you to another plain of ecstasy.
He wrapped his arm around your back, pulling you tight to him while he went back to licking and sucking on your breasts. Loki deeply grunted as he continued his slow, deliberate thrusts, and you heard yourself moaning his name. You threw your head back as your eyes closed and your hands grasped onto the back of the leather chair while your body trembled with pleasure.  
Loki’s clothes created extra friction on your body, the soft fabric and buttons leaving a tingling feeling on your skin. You could already feel the building pressure inside of you, and you knew an orgasm wasn’t far. Every motion of his hip grinding was perfectly timed, hitting your most sensitive spot repeatedly. Loki was intoxicating, his smell and the sound of his sinful moans surrounded you, drawing you into ecstasy as you felt yourself tighten around his length inside of you. 
���Oh Pet, I hope you’re ready,” he sucked on your neck, gently biting. A sudden THWACK on your ass startled you.
 You yelped at the sharp, exquisite pain that melted with the pleasure of his cock thrusting inside you. You looked in shock down at him, only to see the gentle side that he had briefly shown was gone. The blues of his irises swirled and you swear you saw a sparkle in his eye as a devilish smile spread across his face. 
“Are you ready for a God to take his pleasure from you?” he asked with a low, rough grunt as he adjusted his hips and thrust himself harder into you and you squealed. He smacked your ass again, harder than before as he increased his speed, rutting into you.
“Y-y-yes oh god yes Loki!,” you cried out, the pleasure nearly making you cry. Your whole body was on fire, your eyes closed tight again in bliss. You felt your wet cunt clench around him as a wave of heat overcame you and your whole body wracked with a sudden intense orgasm. Bright stars appeared behind your eyelids, and you gasped for breath while your hands gripped the chair. 
“Yes! that’s it Pet, give yourself to me!,” Loki commanded as he said in ragged breaths while holding you tightly in place as he fucked into you.Your eyes shot open to look at him through your blissed out haze. A bead of sweat made its way down his flushed cheekbone, his eyes focused on you. Loki’s mouth opened, revealing his perfect lower teeth as he tensed his jaw with animalistic lust. His hair was a disheveled mess, his eyes wild.
Words were gone now, you were here for him to do what he wanted with you- use you, take his pleasure from you. Your naked body writhed on his clothed body underneath, and you could feel the wet fabric of his pants as his hips jutted towards yours. 
 You felt your body bouncing against his vicious thrusts, the only sound in the room was the sound of your coupling and moans and groans. Your fingers dug into the back of the chair, nails digging into leather as you held on tight through Loki’s intense fucking.  His force was brutal, and everything you had needed. 
You gasped as you felt an intense tremble through your body as another orgasm overtook you and you squirmed on the god’s lap. Your mind was completely blank, your existence being only to be fucked by Loki. You kept your eyes closed, focused on how your cunt throbbed with overstimulation, the pain mixing with absolute pleasure in pure bliss. 
Loki roughly groaned while his hips began to lose their rhythm. He bit into your shoulder while he held you still, ramming himself into you, marking you. Claiming you. 
Loki buried his face in your chest, a loud growl erupting from him as he came with one last powerful thrust. His punishing grip didn’t let up as he pushed himself to the hilt, spilling himself inside your wet hot center. Loki moaned as he paused and then he continued to roll his hips, pushing his cock inside you so every last drop of cum filled you inside. 
A strangled moan came out of your mouth as you breathed heavily, trying to catch your breath. You were covered in sweat, and so was Loki’s suit. Your hands found his hair again, and you began to softly card your fingers through as the two of you quietly enjoyed the afterglow. He gently kissed your shoulders, taking deep inhales of your skin. 
You suddenly felt your body lift, and realized Loki was picking you up. Your arms tightened around his neck and legs wrapped around his waist, his cock still inside of you. Dreamily looking up at him, he gave you a soft smile on his flushed face as he carried you. Clothes disappeared from him as he walked the two of you to his grand four poster bed. 
You smiled as you felt yourself melt into the soft, silken sheets as he shifted you off of him and onto the bed on your back. He laid next to you, propping himself on one elbow while he gazed at your body. 
You didn’t feel as shy when he looked at you now. Loki’s hand gently caressed your stomach, and the two of you continued your quiet moment. His blue eyes were less stormy now- now they were placid like a calm lake. 
“You know, I’m glad this happened and everything, but…next time you could just ask me on a date,” you quietly joked. 
“I told you earlier- where is the fun in that? I didn’t chase you, I let you come to me. More dramatic that way,” he smirked. 
You smiled softly, reaching your fingers up to his face, slowly outlining his perfect jawline with the tips. You realized it didn’t matter how you got here, but that you were here-  with Loki, where you belonged. 
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On The Edge- Chapter 3: The Hunger
Word count: 3.8k
Summary: Loki, as usual, is a big flirt and driving you crazy. You finally find out why you can't orgasm (this chapter is all plot).
Warnings: This fic kind of goes into the non-consensual realm, Loki really is a jerk. But also he's also a sexy mischievous God so I'm into it...
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Day 21
Ok things are definitely desperate now. You thought you were desperate weeks ago, but this is a whole other level. You laid sweaty in your sheets, hopelessness creeping in as you stared at the ceiling. The early morning light shined in, giving your room a soft, warm glow. 
This time, you had tried mixing it up while you masturbated, and thought of Eric. That kind, handsome man who looked like he walked straight off of the cover of a bodice ripper in the 90’s. Yet still- no orgasm. 
Eric had been out of town for work, so you’d still been unable to test Wanda's theory with a real dick. And to make matters worse, Loki had been insufferable. He’d increased his flirtations with you, which you can’t help but suspect is because he knows you and Eric are talking. 
Now Loki blatantly hits on you, and you thought you might die when he caressed the small of your back the other day when the team gathered for a meeting. It’s as if he’s constantly teasing you, keeping you right on the edge without relief. 
And it doesn’t help that none of the Avengers are currently on a mission. Everything has been calm, and all of your co-workers are around, making you even more stir crazy. You’ve busied yourself with museum trips and hanging with Wanda and Vision, but it’s not enough. 
But relief was just around the corner. Today Eric gets back, and the two of you have yet to make plans. You decide there’s no way you’re giving in to Loki now, especially with his performance at the fair and the fact that he only seems to want you when you’re interested in someone else. 
You took a deep breath, trying not to let yet another missed orgasm cloud your judgment as you texted Eric. Play it cool, and not like you’re miserably horny and in aching need for a good fuck. 
Hey, do you want to meet up tonight? 
Within a minute, Eric replied.
Yea, that’d be great! Just tell me when and where and I’ll be there ;)
A stupid grin spread across your face- you loved how easy it was with Eric. Here he was, excited to see you, and not teasing or messing with you in any way. Just available. You imagined Loki and Eric as a little devil and angel on your shoulder like those old cartoons and chuckled to yourself. You’ll go with the angel- it’s probably a better decision in the long run. You shook your head as you stood out of bed, mentally shaking off Loki and embracing Eric. 
What was it your grandma always said? “The best way to get over someone is to get under someone!”. You smirked to yourself, knowing how much it would piss off Loki to see you dating Eric. Good.
BEEEEP BEEEEP BEEEEP
Suddenly, the alarms went off, and your eyes darted to the flashing red light in the corner of your room. OF COURSE there’s a mission when you’re literally hours from finally getting thoroughly fucked. 
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Day 23
Your mind wandered to Loki casually walking through the staff showers the other week. The way he sauntered with just a towel around his waist as he walked past you. You thought about his chest, strong and powerful, begging to be kissed. His abdominal muscles, perfectly carved and ready for you to run your nails down. That peek of hair below his belly button, trailing towards…
You snapped out of your intrusive and horny thoughts. 
You could feel his eyes on you as you looked anywhere else but his direction. The quarters were too close, Loki sat only a few feet across from you for the last hour. The Quinjet was quiet, but your brain was humming with anxious, dirty thoughts. You tried to focus on the equipment piled against the wall of the aircraft. 
You realized you were fidgeting with your feet and stopped, and stole a glance at Loki. Those piercing eyes were watching you, studying you. You felt yourself squirm as you immediately looked away. What is his problem? Your eyes drifted to Steve and Wanda in the cockpit flying your team home, and tried to figure out how much longer until you were back in the tower. Back to Eric.
The moment the aircraft landed, you jumped out of your seat, texting Eric with an update on your availability. 
“You seemed a bit distracted,” Loki chastised you as he followed you off of the Quinjet. You rolled your eyes, trying to move as quickly as possible to the showers. It was dinner time, and you were hungry for more than a meal. And you had a date- a sure thing.
"Whatever," you muttered as you marched down the hall, opting to go back to your room to clean up instead of the staff locker room. You were not in the mood for Loki’s shit tonight, you had a more serious mission- to have an orgasm. 
You stood at the elevator, ignoring Loki as he walked up behind you. You felt his strong hands wrap around your waist as he pulled you up against him. 
“Hey- what are you?-”, you could barely blurt out in shock as you looked around, wondering if anyone saw what he was doing. 
“If you need help…with your distraction…all you have to do is ask,” he purred in your ear, sending a chill down your body, making you shudder. You could feel his strong chest against your shoulders, his breath on the back of your neck. You had never been more turned on in your life, and your eyes closed for a moment as you felt yourself begin to melt into his body. Memories of his flirting, teasing, and dickish behaviour at the fair flashed through your mind.
You weren’t going to let him do this to you- toy with you because he was bored. The last month had been hell, and he has been making it infinitely more difficult. The flirting. The touching. And now…
All of your annoyance and pent up sexual frustration bubbled up and you exploded. 
“First of all, I was never distracted in the mission! And second of all, I can’t take this anymore, Loki!! Do you want me or not?! You’ve been fucking with my head too much, I can’t take it anymore!! Stop flirting with me, I’ve got a date tonight and I don’t need you messing with my head!!,” you screamed, stomping as you whipped your body away from his. 
Your face felt hot from anger and lust, and you glared at him, pointing a finger. His expression was even more enraging. Loki looked at you as if you were a sad puppy begging for a treat. Pity? He knowingly smirked at you as he always did, stepping to close the gap between you that you had created. 
“Family dinner downstairs, 5 minutes!”, Tony’s voice rang out over the intercoms.  
“God damnit, I have HAD IT with you people!!,” you stormed onto the elevator, holding up a hand to show Loki you didn’t want him to follow.
“What’s another few minutes before you’re off to your date with that buffoon?,” Loki asked, his playful demeanor irritating you. 
“At least Eric’s a nice man. Something you’d know nothing about!”, you spat out while glaring at him as the doors closed.
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Your shower was frenzied with anticipation. Your anger at Loki, not getting off, and desperation for release was all consuming. Every time your mind drifted to Loki holding you up against him, you shook your head and thought of Eric. 
Thankfully, this would all be resolved after dinner. You quickly threw on a cute outfit for drinks with Eric, and headed towards the dining hall the team shared for your “family dinners” as Tony liked to call them. 
A beautiful buffet was spread over tables featuring fresh fruits, roasted vegetables, game bird, and breads. It smelled amazing and reminded you that you were famished. 
“I could get used to these- it’s one reason to keep Loki around,” Nat elbowed you as you all sat down to the large table, with the enticing spread before you. A few weeks ago, Loki had created a similar spread for you all, and your stomach growled excitedly because you knew this one would also be delicious. 
You sat down next to Nat and immediately began filling your plate like your teammates. You saw Loki out of the corner of your eye and you ignored him. But of course he sat next to you. Could he irritate you any more?  
“My, you seem hungry this evening,” Loki noted, and you felt yourself immediately suspicious. What is this game? Why is he always messing with you?
“Well I need a full meal- I’m going out tonight and don’t want it to get too messy,” you snarkily responded, still not looking at him. 
“Ah, yes off to your date with that oaf, ” he drawled as he delicately picked at his food, not eating. 
“Yes, as a matter of fact- I am. And his name is Eric,” you snapped, acknowledging his presence with a glare. You tried not to focus on Loki, but you noticed he wore a black three piece suit with no tie, and the top buttons of his dark green shirt were unbuttoned. You reminded yourself that he’s also an asshole, and you had another hot man who wants you, and you needed to continue to focus on finishing your meal so you can get out as soon as possible.
Loki leaned closer to you, his breath hitting your ear as he lowered his voice. 
“What's the matter Darling, unable to bring yourself to completion on your own?", he asked, before leaning back with a knowing smile. 
“Huh?”, you eloquently replied, trying to assess what he meant. Did he mean…?
Loki leaned forward, his hand snaking to your leg under the table. Your cunt clenched from the electricity of his touch, and you felt your breath hitch. Loki leaned in close again, and you could swear you felt the touch of his lips on your earlobe. 
“Have you been unable to bring yourself the release you so achingly crave? Your lustful fantasies not bringing you the results that you need?”, Loki practically purred in his deep, melodic voice. 
You felt your heart sink in your chest as your cheeks heated up. How did he know? Your mind raced through a million thoughts a minute as you tried to piece together what was going on.
Loki knew you couldn’t orgasm. How did he know? Did Wanda tell him? You looked at him in shock, a devilish smile spread across his face as he popped a grape in his mouth.
“Loki…how did you know that?,” you asked as calmly as you could, trying to keep your voice down so no one could hear. You glanced around the table, and everyone was engrossed in their own conversations, not paying attention to the two of you. 
“Eric will be unable to satisfy you,” Loki spoke Eric’s name with a hint of venom as he sipped from a glass of wine and continued to ignore your question.
You sat still, confused for a moment.
How did he know that?
“What are you talking about??,” you asked with distress, looking into his icy blue eyes. He is so close, you can smell him- warm, leather undertones with a crispness like the pine trees in a forest on a cold day. You begin to feel dizzy, the heady thoughts of wanton sex and anger building in you. His hand drifted a bit, closer to your inner thigh. Your mini skirt gave easy access, and he was dangerously close to where you needed him. A small moan escaped your lips and Loki smirked. 
Loki reached forward on the table and offered you the exotic Asgardian fruit he'd conjured up, holding it up to your mouth to bite. 
“I remember you loved this fruit the last time I conjured one,” Loki showed you, the fruit was pear shaped and peach colored.
“Loki answer me,” you said with a warning in your voice, trying to replace your neediness with sternness as you set down your silverware.
He nodded to the fruit, and then his blue eyes flickered back to you.  You searched his eyes for answers, when a memory flashed through your mind. The fruit. 
Nearly a month ago. When you had all gotten back from that mission in Vancouver. Loki gave everyone a spread of Asgardian dishes when you got back to New York, since none of you could decide on where to order from. A flick of a wrist and you were all feasting like royalty.
Your mind acted quickly, finishing the puzzle. 
The moment on the bench.
 Loki flirting with you. The fair. 
“Are you quite parched, Darling?” 
“If you need help…with your distraction…all you have to do is ask,”
"You seem hungry this evening…"
LOKI DID THIS. 
“Loki…,” your voice shaking as you looked him in the eyes. You could see a glimmer of mischief as he watched you put everything together. 
“...you’d didn’t by chance do anything to me…did you?,” you asked, removing his hand off of your thigh as you turned to face him. 
A wry smile slowly spread across his lips, “And why would I do that?”.
He’s testing you, teasing you again. Like he has been for the last few weeks. Ever since you had that fruit he gave you, you’ve been unable to achieve orgasm. 
You stared at him, a storm of emotions swirling in you- anger, violation, and desire. You could feel your heart racing, and you weren’t sure what you’re going to do next, but you knew you needed to leave the room. You suppressed all of your emotions, slowly getting up from the table. 
“Excuse me,” you forced out before quickly leaving your co-workers, trying not to raise suspicion. 
You moved as quickly to the elevators as you could, but Loki was faster. You felt his iron grip around your wrist as he twirled you towards him from behind. 
You instinctively shoved him away, " You ASSHOLE!!"
Your eyes were seeing red from the rage that’s built, your hands shook as you glared at the handsome prince standing in front of you. 
"Tsk tsk, I wouldn't advise you to touch me like that again, unless it were to lead to more romantic intentions," he casually warned you with a slight smile. 
"WHAT THE FUCK?! You POISONED me?! Why did you do this?! Why did you have to torture me?!,” you screamed, not holding back any more. 
Loki reached out and grabbed your arm again, quickly pulling you closer to his body.  He towered above you, his breath skirting your face. His expression was serious now- he was no longer playing.
"I could have easily taken you. Cornered you in any room of this godforsaken tower. Taken you like you so desperately wanted…,” he paused for a moment, and then a slight tug of a smirk pulled at the corner of his mouth. 
“...but where's the fun in that? I wanted to tease you, make you come to me, begging for release,” Loki had pulled your body closer to his. 
For a moment you felt the heat in your veins shift to lust again. His strong grip on your arms and the intensity between the two of you at its peak clouding your judgment. You found yourself lost in his eyes, searching for any kind of regret, or an apology. Nothing. You regained your senses and tried to ignore your lust that was overflowing for this man, despite his cruel actions. 
“Oh like hell, I'm not begging you for shit!,” you insisted, determined not to let the intimacy of the moment take you over. Loki chuckled darkly. 
“You can only find release with me. Nothing- and no one else - will sate you,” he replied matter of fact. His blue eyes were bright as he was clearly enjoying the chaos he had unleashed in your life. 
A wave of hopelessness spread across you, at the mercy of Loki. You thought briefly of how much you lusted after this god, cared about him, only for him to choose this path. He was right, he could’ve easily fucked you any time, any place. But he chose to curse you instead. 
A huge smile spread across his perfect lips revealing his perfect teeth and your anger flared up again. 
“I’m going to smack that grin off of your face, why are you smiling like that??!”, you demanded, desperate for all of this to be over. 
“The spell will only work when the subject- you- has lustful intentions for the creator- me. And I love being right”, his hands dropped down to your hips, pulling your body flush with his. 
“Beg me,” he whispered hoarsely, pushing the hard bulge in his pants against your stomach. You felt your hips instinctively buck against his and you heard yourself whine. Again you suppressed your desire, using all the restraint you had. 
You summoned all of the courage you could, defiantly looking back in his eyes, “No.” 
His eyebrow raised but his knowing smile didn’t change. You wriggled from his grasp, turning from him and quickly walking towards the elevators, not looking back as you stepped in and selected the floor for Wanda’s room.
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“A curse? Wow, that’s a bit much,” Wanda looked at you confused after you gave her a summary of the last hour of events in her bedroom. 
“I’m just so mad, and annoyed. And to be totally honest, I haven’t come in like a month so I’m trying not to get distracted by my pent up horniness. Can you please remove his spell?,” you implored with a wearied tone. 
You couldn’t tell her that under all of that anger, you were ignited with lust. Loki wanted you, yet had kept you edging for nearly a month. On the precipice. He teased you and taunted you. And all you wanted was release, and now you knew you could only get it from him. Exactly what you had wanted since the day the two of you met. You felt so conflicted, saying no to him in the hallway, while the fire inside you raged for him. You felt yourself starting to panic, pacing in Wanda’s bedroom. 
“Breathe,” Wanda gently held your arms so you were facing her, prompting you to slowly breathe with her. You felt yourself calm a bit after a few moments. 
“Of course I will do anything I can,” she gestured for you to sit on a pillow on the floor while she gathered candles and herbs.  
You sat down and slowly breathed, centering yourself. Wanda created a circle with candles, and sat down across from you on a large fluffy pillow. She set down a small cauldron between the two of you, lighting the herbs sitting inside.
“Okay, I need you to remain calm while I try this, try to clear your thoughts as much as you can”
You groaned and complied, trying to just focus on the moment and the earthy smell wafting through the air, pushing out any thoughts of Loki.
Wanda closed her eyes, concentrating hard as a red aura wrapped around you. You closed your eyes and tried to remain calm. Wanda began chanting in a language you didn’t know, and you continued to clear your mind of any thought just like Dr. Strange had taught you in your meditation lessons. 
“I can’t lift it, I’m sorry,” her sad voice prompted you to open your eyes. Her face was covered with disappointment as she slowly shook her head.
“What? Aren’t you a witch?!”, you heard your voice raised more than you had meant to and immediately felt guilty.  
“He’s way more advanced than I am, he’s got centuries ahead of me. Plus, he's a God. I’m sorry, I can’t,” Wanda reached out and grabbed your hand to soothe you as she could see your mood shift again. 
You huffed in frustration for the millionth time in nearly a month. The reality of everything suddenly came crashing down and you lost it. 
“FUCK!!” you screamed, prompting Vision to appear in the room suddenly, phasing through the wall. You pulled your hand from Wanda, grabbing your head in frustration as your eyes focused on the cauldron on the floor. 
“It’s okay Vis, she’s just frustrated,” Wanda assured Vision, gesturing for him to leave the room.
“What am I gonna do?,” you looked at Wanda, you could feel the tears of aggravation building in your eyes. This all felt so overwhelming. And exciting. It was so confusing, you didn’t know what to feel anymore. 
“Well I think you have to fuck Loki,” Wanda remarked with a smirk, coaxing a small smile from you. 
She’s right, and it’s everything you’ve wanted for months. Reality hits you when you realize Loki is into you. Loki wants you. Desperately. The memory of a few moments ago, when he had his straining cock pushed up against you, passed through your mind again and you felt a wave of heat all over, and your cunt clenched with need. 
“Give me your phone,” Wanda put out her hand, nodding thoughtfully at you. You sighed, unlocked your phone and obliged. Wanda opened your messenger app and began to type. 
“Wait- what are you doing??”
“I’m canceling your plans with Eric,” she looked at you and raised her eyebrows like a big sister who knows best. 
“What! No, why?”, you were trying your best not to get mad at Wanda, she didn’t put you in this position. 
“Loki said Eric can’t make you come, and Loki’s the one you want, anyways! You obviously need to get laid, not to mention this massive crush you have on Loki, too. Now go and get fucked already!,” Wanda enunciated her point as she finished her text to Eric.
You sat, bewildered for a moment about the events that had unfolded. You didn’t even bother to open the texts to see what Wanda had sent Eric. You knew it didn’t matter.
“Thanks Wanda, I think I need to be alone for a few minutes before I do anything. This is all a little much,” you felt the roller coaster of emotions slowing down, and you just needed to recoup and make your plan.
“Of course, but I think we both know where you should go when you leave this room,” she chuckled, escorting you to her door. 
You mustered out a small smirk as your nerves began to set in. You slowly left her room, your mind swirling with the way everything had unfolded. Mindlessly, you entered the elevator and looked at the floor number buttons, not sure which to choose. 
You were mad, but unbelievably turned on. He could’ve just fucked you. Instead, he chose to tease you mercilessly, edging you for nearly a month. You were sopping wet now, unable to ignore the wetness pooling in your panties. You knew that the moment you surrendered yourself to him, it would be erotic bliss like you’ve never experienced. 
What do you do?
Should you go directly to his room and finally succumb to your desires?
Or make him suffer for what he’s put you through?
Give in?
Or torture him like he did to you?
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Author's Note:
Pick the chapter based on which decision you want to make :)
Chapter 4- Give in
Chapter 5- Tease him back
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On The Edge- Chapter 3: The Hunger
Word count: 3.8k
Summary: Loki, as usual, is a big flirt and driving you crazy. You finally find out why you can't orgasm (this chapter is all plot).
Warnings: This fic kind of goes into the non-consensual realm, Loki really is a jerk. But also he's also a sexy mischievous God so I'm into it...
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Day 21
Ok things are definitely desperate now. You thought you were desperate weeks ago, but this is a whole other level. You laid sweaty in your sheets, hopelessness creeping in as you stared at the ceiling. The early morning light shined in, giving your room a soft, warm glow. 
This time, you had tried mixing it up while you masturbated, and thought of Eric. That kind, handsome man who looked like he walked straight off of the cover of a bodice ripper in the 90’s. Yet still- no orgasm. 
Eric had been out of town for work, so you’d still been unable to test Wanda's theory with a real dick. And to make matters worse, Loki had been insufferable. He’d increased his flirtations with you, which you can’t help but suspect is because he knows you and Eric are talking. 
Now Loki blatantly hits on you, and you thought you might die when he caressed the small of your back the other day when the team gathered for a meeting. It’s as if he’s constantly teasing you, keeping you right on the edge without relief. 
And it doesn’t help that none of the Avengers are currently on a mission. Everything has been calm, and all of your co-workers are around, making you even more stir crazy. You’ve busied yourself with museum trips and hanging with Wanda and Vision, but it’s not enough. 
But relief was just around the corner. Today Eric gets back, and the two of you have yet to make plans. You decide there’s no way you’re giving in to Loki now, especially with his performance at the fair and the fact that he only seems to want you when you’re interested in someone else. 
You took a deep breath, trying not to let yet another missed orgasm cloud your judgment as you texted Eric. Play it cool, and not like you’re miserably horny and in aching need for a good fuck. 
Hey, do you want to meet up tonight? 
Within a minute, Eric replied.
Yea, that’d be great! Just tell me when and where and I’ll be there ;)
A stupid grin spread across your face- you loved how easy it was with Eric. Here he was, excited to see you, and not teasing or messing with you in any way. Just available. You imagined Loki and Eric as a little devil and angel on your shoulder like those old cartoons and chuckled to yourself. You’ll go with the angel- it’s probably a better decision in the long run. You shook your head as you stood out of bed, mentally shaking off Loki and embracing Eric. 
What was it your grandma always said? “The best way to get over someone is to get under someone!”. You smirked to yourself, knowing how much it would piss off Loki to see you dating Eric. Good.
BEEEEP BEEEEP BEEEEP
Suddenly, the alarms went off, and your eyes darted to the flashing red light in the corner of your room. OF COURSE there’s a mission when you’re literally hours from finally getting thoroughly fucked. 
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Day 23
Your mind wandered to Loki casually walking through the staff showers the other week. The way he sauntered with just a towel around his waist as he walked past you. You thought about his chest, strong and powerful, begging to be kissed. His abdominal muscles, perfectly carved and ready for you to run your nails down. That peek of hair below his belly button, trailing towards…
You snapped out of your intrusive and horny thoughts. 
You could feel his eyes on you as you looked anywhere else but his direction. The quarters were too close, Loki sat only a few feet across from you for the last hour. The Quinjet was quiet, but your brain was humming with anxious, dirty thoughts. You tried to focus on the equipment piled against the wall of the aircraft. 
You realized you were fidgeting with your feet and stopped, and stole a glance at Loki. Those piercing eyes were watching you, studying you. You felt yourself squirm as you immediately looked away. What is his problem? Your eyes drifted to Steve and Wanda in the cockpit flying your team home, and tried to figure out how much longer until you were back in the tower. Back to Eric.
The moment the aircraft landed, you jumped out of your seat, texting Eric with an update on your availability. 
“You seemed a bit distracted,” Loki chastised you as he followed you off of the Quinjet. You rolled your eyes, trying to move as quickly as possible to the showers. It was dinner time, and you were hungry for more than a meal. And you had a date- a sure thing.
"Whatever," you muttered as you marched down the hall, opting to go back to your room to clean up instead of the staff locker room. You were not in the mood for Loki’s shit tonight, you had a more serious mission- to have an orgasm. 
You stood at the elevator, ignoring Loki as he walked up behind you. You felt his strong hands wrap around your waist as he pulled you up against him. 
“Hey- what are you?-”, you could barely blurt out in shock as you looked around, wondering if anyone saw what he was doing. 
“If you need help…with your distraction…all you have to do is ask,” he purred in your ear, sending a chill down your body, making you shudder. You could feel his strong chest against your shoulders, his breath on the back of your neck. You had never been more turned on in your life, and your eyes closed for a moment as you felt yourself begin to melt into his body. Memories of his flirting, teasing, and dickish behaviour at the fair flashed through your mind.
You weren’t going to let him do this to you- toy with you because he was bored. The last month had been hell, and he has been making it infinitely more difficult. The flirting. The touching. And now…
All of your annoyance and pent up sexual frustration bubbled up and you exploded. 
“First of all, I was never distracted in the mission! And second of all, I can’t take this anymore, Loki!! Do you want me or not?! You’ve been fucking with my head too much, I can’t take it anymore!! Stop flirting with me, I’ve got a date tonight and I don’t need you messing with my head!!,” you screamed, stomping as you whipped your body away from his. 
Your face felt hot from anger and lust, and you glared at him, pointing a finger. His expression was even more enraging. Loki looked at you as if you were a sad puppy begging for a treat. Pity? He knowingly smirked at you as he always did, stepping to close the gap between you that you had created. 
“Family dinner downstairs, 5 minutes!”, Tony’s voice rang out over the intercoms.  
“God damnit, I have HAD IT with you people!!,” you stormed onto the elevator, holding up a hand to show Loki you didn’t want him to follow.
“What’s another few minutes before you’re off to your date with that buffoon?,” Loki asked, his playful demeanor irritating you. 
“At least Eric’s a nice man. Something you’d know nothing about!”, you spat out while glaring at him as the doors closed.
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Your shower was frenzied with anticipation. Your anger at Loki, not getting off, and desperation for release was all consuming. Every time your mind drifted to Loki holding you up against him, you shook your head and thought of Eric. 
Thankfully, this would all be resolved after dinner. You quickly threw on a cute outfit for drinks with Eric, and headed towards the dining hall the team shared for your “family dinners” as Tony liked to call them. 
A beautiful buffet was spread over tables featuring fresh fruits, roasted vegetables, game bird, and breads. It smelled amazing and reminded you that you were famished. 
“I could get used to these- it’s one reason to keep Loki around,” Nat elbowed you as you all sat down to the large table, with the enticing spread before you. A few weeks ago, Loki had created a similar spread for you all, and your stomach growled excitedly because you knew this one would also be delicious. 
You sat down next to Nat and immediately began filling your plate like your teammates. You saw Loki out of the corner of your eye and you ignored him. But of course he sat next to you. Could he irritate you any more?  
“My, you seem hungry this evening,” Loki noted, and you felt yourself immediately suspicious. What is this game? Why is he always messing with you?
“Well I need a full meal- I’m going out tonight and don’t want it to get too messy,” you snarkily responded, still not looking at him. 
“Ah, yes off to your date with that oaf, ” he drawled as he delicately picked at his food, not eating. 
“Yes, as a matter of fact- I am. And his name is Eric,” you snapped, acknowledging his presence with a glare. You tried not to focus on Loki, but you noticed he wore a black three piece suit with no tie, and the top buttons of his dark green shirt were unbuttoned. You reminded yourself that he’s also an asshole, and you had another hot man who wants you, and you needed to continue to focus on finishing your meal so you can get out as soon as possible.
Loki leaned closer to you, his breath hitting your ear as he lowered his voice. 
“What's the matter Darling, unable to bring yourself to completion on your own?", he asked, before leaning back with a knowing smile. 
“Huh?”, you eloquently replied, trying to assess what he meant. Did he mean…?
Loki leaned forward, his hand snaking to your leg under the table. Your cunt clenched from the electricity of his touch, and you felt your breath hitch. Loki leaned in close again, and you could swear you felt the touch of his lips on your earlobe. 
“Have you been unable to bring yourself the release you so achingly crave? Your lustful fantasies not bringing you the results that you need?”, Loki practically purred in his deep, melodic voice. 
You felt your heart sink in your chest as your cheeks heated up. How did he know? Your mind raced through a million thoughts a minute as you tried to piece together what was going on.
Loki knew you couldn’t orgasm. How did he know? Did Wanda tell him? You looked at him in shock, a devilish smile spread across his face as he popped a grape in his mouth.
“Loki…how did you know that?,” you asked as calmly as you could, trying to keep your voice down so no one could hear. You glanced around the table, and everyone was engrossed in their own conversations, not paying attention to the two of you. 
“Eric will be unable to satisfy you,” Loki spoke Eric’s name with a hint of venom as he sipped from a glass of wine and continued to ignore your question.
You sat still, confused for a moment.
How did he know that?
“What are you talking about??,” you asked with distress, looking into his icy blue eyes. He is so close, you can smell him- warm, leather undertones with a crispness like the pine trees in a forest on a cold day. You begin to feel dizzy, the heady thoughts of wanton sex and anger building in you. His hand drifted a bit, closer to your inner thigh. Your mini skirt gave easy access, and he was dangerously close to where you needed him. A small moan escaped your lips and Loki smirked. 
Loki reached forward on the table and offered you the exotic Asgardian fruit he'd conjured up, holding it up to your mouth to bite. 
“I remember you loved this fruit the last time I conjured one,” Loki showed you, the fruit was pear shaped and peach colored.
“Loki answer me,” you said with a warning in your voice, trying to replace your neediness with sternness as you set down your silverware.
He nodded to the fruit, and then his blue eyes flickered back to you.  You searched his eyes for answers, when a memory flashed through your mind. The fruit. 
Nearly a month ago. When you had all gotten back from that mission in Vancouver. Loki gave everyone a spread of Asgardian dishes when you got back to New York, since none of you could decide on where to order from. A flick of a wrist and you were all feasting like royalty.
Your mind acted quickly, finishing the puzzle. 
The moment on the bench.
 Loki flirting with you. The fair. 
“Are you quite parched, Darling?” 
“If you need help…with your distraction…all you have to do is ask,”
"You seem hungry this evening…"
LOKI DID THIS. 
“Loki…,” your voice shaking as you looked him in the eyes. You could see a glimmer of mischief as he watched you put everything together. 
“...you’d didn’t by chance do anything to me…did you?,” you asked, removing his hand off of your thigh as you turned to face him. 
A wry smile slowly spread across his lips, “And why would I do that?”.
He’s testing you, teasing you again. Like he has been for the last few weeks. Ever since you had that fruit he gave you, you’ve been unable to achieve orgasm. 
You stared at him, a storm of emotions swirling in you- anger, violation, and desire. You could feel your heart racing, and you weren’t sure what you’re going to do next, but you knew you needed to leave the room. You suppressed all of your emotions, slowly getting up from the table. 
“Excuse me,” you forced out before quickly leaving your co-workers, trying not to raise suspicion. 
You moved as quickly to the elevators as you could, but Loki was faster. You felt his iron grip around your wrist as he twirled you towards him from behind. 
You instinctively shoved him away, " You ASSHOLE!!"
Your eyes were seeing red from the rage that’s built, your hands shook as you glared at the handsome prince standing in front of you. 
"Tsk tsk, I wouldn't advise you to touch me like that again, unless it were to lead to more romantic intentions," he casually warned you with a slight smile. 
"WHAT THE FUCK?! You POISONED me?! Why did you do this?! Why did you have to torture me?!,” you screamed, not holding back any more. 
Loki reached out and grabbed your arm again, quickly pulling you closer to his body.  He towered above you, his breath skirting your face. His expression was serious now- he was no longer playing.
"I could have easily taken you. Cornered you in any room of this godforsaken tower. Taken you like you so desperately wanted…,” he paused for a moment, and then a slight tug of a smirk pulled at the corner of his mouth. 
“...but where's the fun in that? I wanted to tease you, make you come to me, begging for release,” Loki had pulled your body closer to his. 
For a moment you felt the heat in your veins shift to lust again. His strong grip on your arms and the intensity between the two of you at its peak clouding your judgment. You found yourself lost in his eyes, searching for any kind of regret, or an apology. Nothing. You regained your senses and tried to ignore your lust that was overflowing for this man, despite his cruel actions. 
“Oh like hell, I'm not begging you for shit!,” you insisted, determined not to let the intimacy of the moment take you over. Loki chuckled darkly. 
“You can only find release with me. Nothing- and no one else - will sate you,” he replied matter of fact. His blue eyes were bright as he was clearly enjoying the chaos he had unleashed in your life. 
A wave of hopelessness spread across you, at the mercy of Loki. You thought briefly of how much you lusted after this god, cared about him, only for him to choose this path. He was right, he could’ve easily fucked you any time, any place. But he chose to curse you instead. 
A huge smile spread across his perfect lips revealing his perfect teeth and your anger flared up again. 
“I’m going to smack that grin off of your face, why are you smiling like that??!”, you demanded, desperate for all of this to be over. 
“The spell will only work when the subject- you- has lustful intentions for the creator- me. And I love being right”, his hands dropped down to your hips, pulling your body flush with his. 
“Beg me,” he whispered hoarsely, pushing the hard bulge in his pants against your stomach. You felt your hips instinctively buck against his and you heard yourself whine. Again you suppressed your desire, using all the restraint you had. 
You summoned all of the courage you could, defiantly looking back in his eyes, “No.” 
His eyebrow raised but his knowing smile didn’t change. You wriggled from his grasp, turning from him and quickly walking towards the elevators, not looking back as you stepped in and selected the floor for Wanda’s room.
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“A curse? Wow, that’s a bit much,” Wanda looked at you confused after you gave her a summary of the last hour of events in her bedroom. 
“I’m just so mad, and annoyed. And to be totally honest, I haven’t come in like a month so I’m trying not to get distracted by my pent up horniness. Can you please remove his spell?,” you implored with a wearied tone. 
You couldn’t tell her that under all of that anger, you were ignited with lust. Loki wanted you, yet had kept you edging for nearly a month. On the precipice. He teased you and taunted you. And all you wanted was release, and now you knew you could only get it from him. Exactly what you had wanted since the day the two of you met. You felt so conflicted, saying no to him in the hallway, while the fire inside you raged for him. You felt yourself starting to panic, pacing in Wanda’s bedroom. 
“Breathe,” Wanda gently held your arms so you were facing her, prompting you to slowly breathe with her. You felt yourself calm a bit after a few moments. 
“Of course I will do anything I can,” she gestured for you to sit on a pillow on the floor while she gathered candles and herbs.  
You sat down and slowly breathed, centering yourself. Wanda created a circle with candles, and sat down across from you on a large fluffy pillow. She set down a small cauldron between the two of you, lighting the herbs sitting inside.
“Okay, I need you to remain calm while I try this, try to clear your thoughts as much as you can”
You groaned and complied, trying to just focus on the moment and the earthy smell wafting through the air, pushing out any thoughts of Loki.
Wanda closed her eyes, concentrating hard as a red aura wrapped around you. You closed your eyes and tried to remain calm. Wanda began chanting in a language you didn’t know, and you continued to clear your mind of any thought just like Dr. Strange had taught you in your meditation lessons. 
“I can’t lift it, I’m sorry,” her sad voice prompted you to open your eyes. Her face was covered with disappointment as she slowly shook her head.
“What? Aren’t you a witch?!”, you heard your voice raised more than you had meant to and immediately felt guilty.  
“He’s way more advanced than I am, he’s got centuries ahead of me. Plus, he's a God. I’m sorry, I can’t,” Wanda reached out and grabbed your hand to soothe you as she could see your mood shift again. 
You huffed in frustration for the millionth time in nearly a month. The reality of everything suddenly came crashing down and you lost it. 
“FUCK!!” you screamed, prompting Vision to appear in the room suddenly, phasing through the wall. You pulled your hand from Wanda, grabbing your head in frustration as your eyes focused on the cauldron on the floor. 
“It’s okay Vis, she’s just frustrated,” Wanda assured Vision, gesturing for him to leave the room.
“What am I gonna do?,” you looked at Wanda, you could feel the tears of aggravation building in your eyes. This all felt so overwhelming. And exciting. It was so confusing, you didn’t know what to feel anymore. 
“Well I think you have to fuck Loki,” Wanda remarked with a smirk, coaxing a small smile from you. 
She’s right, and it’s everything you’ve wanted for months. Reality hits you when you realize Loki is into you. Loki wants you. Desperately. The memory of a few moments ago, when he had his straining cock pushed up against you, passed through your mind again and you felt a wave of heat all over, and your cunt clenched with need. 
“Give me your phone,” Wanda put out her hand, nodding thoughtfully at you. You sighed, unlocked your phone and obliged. Wanda opened your messenger app and began to type. 
“Wait- what are you doing??”
“I’m canceling your plans with Eric,” she looked at you and raised her eyebrows like a big sister who knows best. 
“What! No, why?”, you were trying your best not to get mad at Wanda, she didn’t put you in this position. 
“Loki said Eric can’t make you come, and Loki’s the one you want, anyways! You obviously need to get laid, not to mention this massive crush you have on Loki, too. Now go and get fucked already!,” Wanda enunciated her point as she finished her text to Eric.
You sat, bewildered for a moment about the events that had unfolded. You didn’t even bother to open the texts to see what Wanda had sent Eric. You knew it didn’t matter.
“Thanks Wanda, I think I need to be alone for a few minutes before I do anything. This is all a little much,” you felt the roller coaster of emotions slowing down, and you just needed to recoup and make your plan.
“Of course, but I think we both know where you should go when you leave this room,” she chuckled, escorting you to her door. 
You mustered out a small smirk as your nerves began to set in. You slowly left her room, your mind swirling with the way everything had unfolded. Mindlessly, you entered the elevator and looked at the floor number buttons, not sure which to choose. 
You were mad, but unbelievably turned on. He could’ve just fucked you. Instead, he chose to tease you mercilessly, edging you for nearly a month. You were sopping wet now, unable to ignore the wetness pooling in your panties. You knew that the moment you surrendered yourself to him, it would be erotic bliss like you’ve never experienced. 
What do you do?
Should you go directly to his room and finally succumb to your desires?
Or make him suffer for what he’s put you through?
Give in?
Or torture him like he did to you?
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Author's Note:
Pick the chapter based on which decision you want to make :)
Chapter 4- Give in
Chapter 5- Tease him back
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On The Edge- Chapter 3: The Hunger
Word count: 3.8k
Summary: Loki, as usual, is a big flirt and driving you crazy. You finally find out why you can't orgasm (this chapter is all plot).
Warnings: This fic kind of goes into the non-consensual realm, Loki really is a jerk. But also he's also a sexy mischievous God so I'm into it...
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Day 21
Ok things are definitely desperate now. You thought you were desperate weeks ago, but this is a whole other level. You laid sweaty in your sheets, hopelessness creeping in as you stared at the ceiling. The early morning light shined in, giving your room a soft, warm glow. 
This time, you had tried mixing it up while you masturbated, and thought of Eric. That kind, handsome man who looked like he walked straight off of the cover of a bodice ripper in the 90’s. Yet still- no orgasm. 
Eric had been out of town for work, so you’d still been unable to test Wanda's theory with a real dick. And to make matters worse, Loki had been insufferable. He’d increased his flirtations with you, which you can’t help but suspect is because he knows you and Eric are talking. 
Now Loki blatantly hits on you, and you thought you might die when he caressed the small of your back the other day when the team gathered for a meeting. It’s as if he’s constantly teasing you, keeping you right on the edge without relief. 
And it doesn’t help that none of the Avengers are currently on a mission. Everything has been calm, and all of your co-workers are around, making you even more stir crazy. You’ve busied yourself with museum trips and hanging with Wanda and Vision, but it’s not enough. 
But relief was just around the corner. Today Eric gets back, and the two of you have yet to make plans. You decide there’s no way you’re giving in to Loki now, especially with his performance at the fair and the fact that he only seems to want you when you’re interested in someone else. 
You took a deep breath, trying not to let yet another missed orgasm cloud your judgment as you texted Eric. Play it cool, and not like you’re miserably horny and in aching need for a good fuck. 
Hey, do you want to meet up tonight? 
Within a minute, Eric replied.
Yea, that’d be great! Just tell me when and where and I’ll be there ;)
A stupid grin spread across your face- you loved how easy it was with Eric. Here he was, excited to see you, and not teasing or messing with you in any way. Just available. You imagined Loki and Eric as a little devil and angel on your shoulder like those old cartoons and chuckled to yourself. You’ll go with the angel- it’s probably a better decision in the long run. You shook your head as you stood out of bed, mentally shaking off Loki and embracing Eric. 
What was it your grandma always said? “The best way to get over someone is to get under someone!”. You smirked to yourself, knowing how much it would piss off Loki to see you dating Eric. Good.
BEEEEP BEEEEP BEEEEP
Suddenly, the alarms went off, and your eyes darted to the flashing red light in the corner of your room. OF COURSE there’s a mission when you’re literally hours from finally getting thoroughly fucked. 
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Day 23
Your mind wandered to Loki casually walking through the staff showers the other week. The way he sauntered with just a towel around his waist as he walked past you. You thought about his chest, strong and powerful, begging to be kissed. His abdominal muscles, perfectly carved and ready for you to run your nails down. That peek of hair below his belly button, trailing towards…
You snapped out of your intrusive and horny thoughts. 
You could feel his eyes on you as you looked anywhere else but his direction. The quarters were too close, Loki sat only a few feet across from you for the last hour. The Quinjet was quiet, but your brain was humming with anxious, dirty thoughts. You tried to focus on the equipment piled against the wall of the aircraft. 
You realized you were fidgeting with your feet and stopped, and stole a glance at Loki. Those piercing eyes were watching you, studying you. You felt yourself squirm as you immediately looked away. What is his problem? Your eyes drifted to Steve and Wanda in the cockpit flying your team home, and tried to figure out how much longer until you were back in the tower. Back to Eric.
The moment the aircraft landed, you jumped out of your seat, texting Eric with an update on your availability. 
“You seemed a bit distracted,” Loki chastised you as he followed you off of the Quinjet. You rolled your eyes, trying to move as quickly as possible to the showers. It was dinner time, and you were hungry for more than a meal. And you had a date- a sure thing.
"Whatever," you muttered as you marched down the hall, opting to go back to your room to clean up instead of the staff locker room. You were not in the mood for Loki’s shit tonight, you had a more serious mission- to have an orgasm. 
You stood at the elevator, ignoring Loki as he walked up behind you. You felt his strong hands wrap around your waist as he pulled you up against him. 
“Hey- what are you?-”, you could barely blurt out in shock as you looked around, wondering if anyone saw what he was doing. 
“If you need help…with your distraction…all you have to do is ask,” he purred in your ear, sending a chill down your body, making you shudder. You could feel his strong chest against your shoulders, his breath on the back of your neck. You had never been more turned on in your life, and your eyes closed for a moment as you felt yourself begin to melt into his body. Memories of his flirting, teasing, and dickish behaviour at the fair flashed through your mind.
You weren’t going to let him do this to you- toy with you because he was bored. The last month had been hell, and he has been making it infinitely more difficult. The flirting. The touching. And now…
All of your annoyance and pent up sexual frustration bubbled up and you exploded. 
“First of all, I was never distracted in the mission! And second of all, I can’t take this anymore, Loki!! Do you want me or not?! You’ve been fucking with my head too much, I can’t take it anymore!! Stop flirting with me, I’ve got a date tonight and I don’t need you messing with my head!!,” you screamed, stomping as you whipped your body away from his. 
Your face felt hot from anger and lust, and you glared at him, pointing a finger. His expression was even more enraging. Loki looked at you as if you were a sad puppy begging for a treat. Pity? He knowingly smirked at you as he always did, stepping to close the gap between you that you had created. 
“Family dinner downstairs, 5 minutes!”, Tony’s voice rang out over the intercoms.  
“God damnit, I have HAD IT with you people!!,” you stormed onto the elevator, holding up a hand to show Loki you didn’t want him to follow.
“What’s another few minutes before you’re off to your date with that buffoon?,” Loki asked, his playful demeanor irritating you. 
“At least Eric’s a nice man. Something you’d know nothing about!”, you spat out while glaring at him as the doors closed.
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Your shower was frenzied with anticipation. Your anger at Loki, not getting off, and desperation for release was all consuming. Every time your mind drifted to Loki holding you up against him, you shook your head and thought of Eric. 
Thankfully, this would all be resolved after dinner. You quickly threw on a cute outfit for drinks with Eric, and headed towards the dining hall the team shared for your “family dinners” as Tony liked to call them. 
A beautiful buffet was spread over tables featuring fresh fruits, roasted vegetables, game bird, and breads. It smelled amazing and reminded you that you were famished. 
“I could get used to these- it’s one reason to keep Loki around,” Nat elbowed you as you all sat down to the large table, with the enticing spread before you. A few weeks ago, Loki had created a similar spread for you all, and your stomach growled excitedly because you knew this one would also be delicious. 
You sat down next to Nat and immediately began filling your plate like your teammates. You saw Loki out of the corner of your eye and you ignored him. But of course he sat next to you. Could he irritate you any more?  
“My, you seem hungry this evening,” Loki noted, and you felt yourself immediately suspicious. What is this game? Why is he always messing with you?
“Well I need a full meal- I’m going out tonight and don’t want it to get too messy,” you snarkily responded, still not looking at him. 
“Ah, yes off to your date with that oaf, ” he drawled as he delicately picked at his food, not eating. 
“Yes, as a matter of fact- I am. And his name is Eric,” you snapped, acknowledging his presence with a glare. You tried not to focus on Loki, but you noticed he wore a black three piece suit with no tie, and the top buttons of his dark green shirt were unbuttoned. You reminded yourself that he’s also an asshole, and you had another hot man who wants you, and you needed to continue to focus on finishing your meal so you can get out as soon as possible.
Loki leaned closer to you, his breath hitting your ear as he lowered his voice. 
“What's the matter Darling, unable to bring yourself to completion on your own?", he asked, before leaning back with a knowing smile. 
“Huh?”, you eloquently replied, trying to assess what he meant. Did he mean…?
Loki leaned forward, his hand snaking to your leg under the table. Your cunt clenched from the electricity of his touch, and you felt your breath hitch. Loki leaned in close again, and you could swear you felt the touch of his lips on your earlobe. 
“Have you been unable to bring yourself the release you so achingly crave? Your lustful fantasies not bringing you the results that you need?”, Loki practically purred in his deep, melodic voice. 
You felt your heart sink in your chest as your cheeks heated up. How did he know? Your mind raced through a million thoughts a minute as you tried to piece together what was going on.
Loki knew you couldn’t orgasm. How did he know? Did Wanda tell him? You looked at him in shock, a devilish smile spread across his face as he popped a grape in his mouth.
“Loki…how did you know that?,” you asked as calmly as you could, trying to keep your voice down so no one could hear. You glanced around the table, and everyone was engrossed in their own conversations, not paying attention to the two of you. 
“Eric will be unable to satisfy you,” Loki spoke Eric’s name with a hint of venom as he sipped from a glass of wine and continued to ignore your question.
You sat still, confused for a moment.
How did he know that?
“What are you talking about??,” you asked with distress, looking into his icy blue eyes. He is so close, you can smell him- warm, leather undertones with a crispness like the pine trees in a forest on a cold day. You begin to feel dizzy, the heady thoughts of wanton sex and anger building in you. His hand drifted a bit, closer to your inner thigh. Your mini skirt gave easy access, and he was dangerously close to where you needed him. A small moan escaped your lips and Loki smirked. 
Loki reached forward on the table and offered you the exotic Asgardian fruit he'd conjured up, holding it up to your mouth to bite. 
“I remember you loved this fruit the last time I conjured one,” Loki showed you, the fruit was pear shaped and peach colored.
“Loki answer me,” you said with a warning in your voice, trying to replace your neediness with sternness as you set down your silverware.
He nodded to the fruit, and then his blue eyes flickered back to you.  You searched his eyes for answers, when a memory flashed through your mind. The fruit. 
Nearly a month ago. When you had all gotten back from that mission in Vancouver. Loki gave everyone a spread of Asgardian dishes when you got back to New York, since none of you could decide on where to order from. A flick of a wrist and you were all feasting like royalty.
Your mind acted quickly, finishing the puzzle. 
The moment on the bench.
 Loki flirting with you. The fair. 
“Are you quite parched, Darling?” 
“If you need help…with your distraction…all you have to do is ask,”
"You seem hungry this evening…"
LOKI DID THIS. 
“Loki…,” your voice shaking as you looked him in the eyes. You could see a glimmer of mischief as he watched you put everything together. 
“...you’d didn’t by chance do anything to me…did you?,” you asked, removing his hand off of your thigh as you turned to face him. 
A wry smile slowly spread across his lips, “And why would I do that?”.
He’s testing you, teasing you again. Like he has been for the last few weeks. Ever since you had that fruit he gave you, you’ve been unable to achieve orgasm. 
You stared at him, a storm of emotions swirling in you- anger, violation, and desire. You could feel your heart racing, and you weren’t sure what you’re going to do next, but you knew you needed to leave the room. You suppressed all of your emotions, slowly getting up from the table. 
“Excuse me,” you forced out before quickly leaving your co-workers, trying not to raise suspicion. 
You moved as quickly to the elevators as you could, but Loki was faster. You felt his iron grip around your wrist as he twirled you towards him from behind. 
You instinctively shoved him away, " You ASSHOLE!!"
Your eyes were seeing red from the rage that’s built, your hands shook as you glared at the handsome prince standing in front of you. 
"Tsk tsk, I wouldn't advise you to touch me like that again, unless it were to lead to more romantic intentions," he casually warned you with a slight smile. 
"WHAT THE FUCK?! You POISONED me?! Why did you do this?! Why did you have to torture me?!,” you screamed, not holding back any more. 
Loki reached out and grabbed your arm again, quickly pulling you closer to his body.  He towered above you, his breath skirting your face. His expression was serious now- he was no longer playing.
"I could have easily taken you. Cornered you in any room of this godforsaken tower. Taken you like you so desperately wanted…,” he paused for a moment, and then a slight tug of a smirk pulled at the corner of his mouth. 
“...but where's the fun in that? I wanted to tease you, make you come to me, begging for release,” Loki had pulled your body closer to his. 
For a moment you felt the heat in your veins shift to lust again. His strong grip on your arms and the intensity between the two of you at its peak clouding your judgment. You found yourself lost in his eyes, searching for any kind of regret, or an apology. Nothing. You regained your senses and tried to ignore your lust that was overflowing for this man, despite his cruel actions. 
“Oh like hell, I'm not begging you for shit!,” you insisted, determined not to let the intimacy of the moment take you over. Loki chuckled darkly. 
“You can only find release with me. Nothing- and no one else - will sate you,” he replied matter of fact. His blue eyes were bright as he was clearly enjoying the chaos he had unleashed in your life. 
A wave of hopelessness spread across you, at the mercy of Loki. You thought briefly of how much you lusted after this god, cared about him, only for him to choose this path. He was right, he could’ve easily fucked you any time, any place. But he chose to curse you instead. 
A huge smile spread across his perfect lips revealing his perfect teeth and your anger flared up again. 
“I’m going to smack that grin off of your face, why are you smiling like that??!”, you demanded, desperate for all of this to be over. 
“The spell will only work when the subject- you- has lustful intentions for the creator- me. And I love being right”, his hands dropped down to your hips, pulling your body flush with his. 
“Beg me,” he whispered hoarsely, pushing the hard bulge in his pants against your stomach. You felt your hips instinctively buck against his and you heard yourself whine. Again you suppressed your desire, using all the restraint you had. 
You summoned all of the courage you could, defiantly looking back in his eyes, “No.” 
His eyebrow raised but his knowing smile didn’t change. You wriggled from his grasp, turning from him and quickly walking towards the elevators, not looking back as you stepped in and selected the floor for Wanda’s room.
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“A curse? Wow, that’s a bit much,” Wanda looked at you confused after you gave her a summary of the last hour of events in her bedroom. 
“I’m just so mad, and annoyed. And to be totally honest, I haven’t come in like a month so I’m trying not to get distracted by my pent up horniness. Can you please remove his spell?,” you implored with a wearied tone. 
You couldn’t tell her that under all of that anger, you were ignited with lust. Loki wanted you, yet had kept you edging for nearly a month. On the precipice. He teased you and taunted you. And all you wanted was release, and now you knew you could only get it from him. Exactly what you had wanted since the day the two of you met. You felt so conflicted, saying no to him in the hallway, while the fire inside you raged for him. You felt yourself starting to panic, pacing in Wanda’s bedroom. 
“Breathe,” Wanda gently held your arms so you were facing her, prompting you to slowly breathe with her. You felt yourself calm a bit after a few moments. 
“Of course I will do anything I can,” she gestured for you to sit on a pillow on the floor while she gathered candles and herbs.  
You sat down and slowly breathed, centering yourself. Wanda created a circle with candles, and sat down across from you on a large fluffy pillow. She set down a small cauldron between the two of you, lighting the herbs sitting inside.
“Okay, I need you to remain calm while I try this, try to clear your thoughts as much as you can”
You groaned and complied, trying to just focus on the moment and the earthy smell wafting through the air, pushing out any thoughts of Loki.
Wanda closed her eyes, concentrating hard as a red aura wrapped around you. You closed your eyes and tried to remain calm. Wanda began chanting in a language you didn’t know, and you continued to clear your mind of any thought just like Dr. Strange had taught you in your meditation lessons. 
“I can’t lift it, I’m sorry,” her sad voice prompted you to open your eyes. Her face was covered with disappointment as she slowly shook her head.
“What? Aren’t you a witch?!”, you heard your voice raised more than you had meant to and immediately felt guilty.  
“He’s way more advanced than I am, he’s got centuries ahead of me. Plus, he's a God. I’m sorry, I can’t,” Wanda reached out and grabbed your hand to soothe you as she could see your mood shift again. 
You huffed in frustration for the millionth time in nearly a month. The reality of everything suddenly came crashing down and you lost it. 
“FUCK!!” you screamed, prompting Vision to appear in the room suddenly, phasing through the wall. You pulled your hand from Wanda, grabbing your head in frustration as your eyes focused on the cauldron on the floor. 
“It’s okay Vis, she’s just frustrated,” Wanda assured Vision, gesturing for him to leave the room.
“What am I gonna do?,” you looked at Wanda, you could feel the tears of aggravation building in your eyes. This all felt so overwhelming. And exciting. It was so confusing, you didn’t know what to feel anymore. 
“Well I think you have to fuck Loki,” Wanda remarked with a smirk, coaxing a small smile from you. 
She’s right, and it’s everything you’ve wanted for months. Reality hits you when you realize Loki is into you. Loki wants you. Desperately. The memory of a few moments ago, when he had his straining cock pushed up against you, passed through your mind again and you felt a wave of heat all over, and your cunt clenched with need. 
“Give me your phone,” Wanda put out her hand, nodding thoughtfully at you. You sighed, unlocked your phone and obliged. Wanda opened your messenger app and began to type. 
“Wait- what are you doing??”
“I’m canceling your plans with Eric,” she looked at you and raised her eyebrows like a big sister who knows best. 
“What! No, why?”, you were trying your best not to get mad at Wanda, she didn’t put you in this position. 
“Loki said Eric can’t make you come, and Loki’s the one you want, anyways! You obviously need to get laid, not to mention this massive crush you have on Loki, too. Now go and get fucked already!,” Wanda enunciated her point as she finished her text to Eric.
You sat, bewildered for a moment about the events that had unfolded. You didn’t even bother to open the texts to see what Wanda had sent Eric. You knew it didn’t matter.
“Thanks Wanda, I think I need to be alone for a few minutes before I do anything. This is all a little much,” you felt the roller coaster of emotions slowing down, and you just needed to recoup and make your plan.
“Of course, but I think we both know where you should go when you leave this room,” she chuckled, escorting you to her door. 
You mustered out a small smirk as your nerves began to set in. You slowly left her room, your mind swirling with the way everything had unfolded. Mindlessly, you entered the elevator and looked at the floor number buttons, not sure which to choose. 
You were mad, but unbelievably turned on. He could’ve just fucked you. Instead, he chose to tease you mercilessly, edging you for nearly a month. You were sopping wet now, unable to ignore the wetness pooling in your panties. You knew that the moment you surrendered yourself to him, it would be erotic bliss like you’ve never experienced. 
What do you do?
Should you go directly to his room and finally succumb to your desires?
Or make him suffer for what he’s put you through?
Give in?
Or torture him like he did to you?
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Author's Note:
Pick the chapter based on which decision you want to make :)
Chapter 4- Submission
Chapter 5- Tease
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Loki’s voice is terrifyingly calm. If it weren’t for the violently hard erection pressed against his thigh beneath those tight, slutty trousers you might actually believe you were in danger.
Oh god yes
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“My seal,” he explains with an air of condescension. He swings it between his thumb and forefinger. “You will submit to me...one way or another.”
Yes. Yes I will.
“Good girl, say it...beg for it,” he spits as he falls back on his haunches and reaches for the button of his suit trousers. He looks so fucking mean.
This is it. This is the line that TOOK. ME. OUT.
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I can't with you sometimes, @lokisgoodgirl , it's like you're IN MY MIND.
Again, as always, you've killed my brain and now all I can think about is Loki naked except his horns, plowing me...🤣🤣
No Mercy [Loki x Female Reader]
A Link to my Masterlist is HERE Summary: Loki interrogates you....sexually. Warnings. 18+ Minors DNI. Smut. Ceremonial erotica. Fun & Games. Soft! Dom Loki. Established relationship. Light bondage. Denial. (w/c 1.8k)
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“Do you plead mercy, little one?” Loki’s voice is terrifyingly calm. If it weren’t for the violently hard erection pressed against his thigh beneath those tight, slutty trousers you might actually believe you were in danger. Deny me, you’d challenged him. Make me break. And he has. And he’s close.
“You’ll never make me talk,” you say defiantly. The layer of fear in your voice is fake, but the tremble isn’t.
It feels like you’re dripping on the bed, knees together, folded to the side, hands tied to the posts. Loki’s eyes flicker to the sheets beneath you as you squirm and a slight narrow of his eyes confirms that yes, you are in fact, dripping on the bed.
You’ve been at this for almost an hour. He’s barely touched you. Just a graze of his tactfully deployed fingers, a blindfold, the targeted skim of his breath and the devastation of his carefully chosen words.
Now the blindfold runs between his fingers as he tilts his head, thinking. “My interrogation requires a little more...finesse, then,” he says, making the blindfold disappear in a flash of green. “A touch more...pressure.’ You whine, yanking the thick leather binds wrapped around your wrists. The manufactured innocence on your face is like blood to a free-wolf and Loki’s lips curl in a wicked smile.
“I’ve been doing this a long, long time,” he says imperiously as he unbuttons a cuff. His long fingers make slow work of folding the sleeve up the meat of his forearm. “I may be a Prince, but an Interrogator of the Crown was my calling, I think. Don’t you?” Your chin rises and you nail him with your stare, hoping your tits look as great as you think they do. You arch valiantly towards his quiet wrath and with a deep breath, you deploy your best 50's starlet impression. “You’ll never break me….Loki Laufeyson.” He releases an exaggerated growl that makes new arousal well between your tightly closed thighs. “Is that right?”
A golden flicker licks from his forehead, the horned diadem unfurling from nothing at all. He’s working on the other sleeve as he swaggers to the side of the bed, taking his time. An oil of sweat has formed on your chest and you squirm for real, trying to break free. “You know how I feel about the horns, oh god-” you mutter, breaking character, clenching as another devilish smile stretches his lips. He stands by your head, crotch inches from your face. So close you can see his cock throb through the fabric. So close you can smell the earthy sweetness of his pre-cum. A low rumble of laughter penetrates the air. “I think you’re closer to defeat than you let on, little one,” he says, drawing a cool finger down your cheek. “Desperate to yield to me, desperate to give in to my demands; to furnish me with the carnal knowledge of your body that I require…that the realm requires.” Against every instinct screaming in your body, you yank your face away. “Perhaps not,” he says bitterly. A wave of dark sandalwood fills your nostrils as the mattress dips and Loki mounts the bed one impossibly long leg at a time.
He spreads his knees while he spreads yours. His face is bladed and angular in shadow, smouldering eyes sparkling beneath his battle-crown of gold.
The god reaches forward and runs his huge palms up the front of your thighs. His touch is electric. You buck up, feeling a web of arousal stick against the bedsheets. Loki glances at it through half-lidded eyes, his trunk heaving with heavy, silent breaths. “You bring this on yourself,” he whispers coldly as a strange object appears in his hand. It looks like a little bell with a round, tapered tip. But heavy. It looks heavy. There's a slight amber tint that warms in the low light.
“My seal,” he explains with an air of condescension. He swings it between his thumb and forefinger. “You will submit to me...one way or another.” He leans closer, dragging the cool golden seal over the curve of your breast and a violent shiver wrenches down your spine. “They always do,' he says. "And I have come prepared.” His eyes follow the metal seal’s descent over the dip of your waist, enjoying the shudders of overstimulation they cause. The graze of his raised markings harden your nipples and you strain your neck to the ceiling as he runs a line down the centre of your stomach and pauses at the top of your mound. The weight between your legs is unbearable; it’s an emptiness only Loki’s cock can fill. “Are you sure you don’t want to talk?” he murmurs sweetly with those dark brows peaked. But it’s an act, trying to trick you – of course. Oh god, he’s so fucking hot, it’s terrible. Every urge screams to cry mercy and have him fuck you like a victorious king; ride him as you hang onto those horns and make him see double. “Do it,” you spit, clenching your teeth. You yank the leather ropes again. “Pervert.” Loki’s brows rise in genuine surprise, a flash of mirth you recognise skating across his face before his features harden again. Role play with Loki is like nothing else. The king of your heart, but king of the performance too. “Very well,” he says, and the cool roll of metal slips against your cunt. He toys with it, pressing its ridged base against your clit and rubbing it in slow, maddening circles. “This seal has started wars,” he says in the same calm, even tone, “ended them, too.” Your stifle a groan of pleasure as the curved tip dips inside your pussy. Its sharp bite seems to melt inside the heat of your slit. “But you may be my greatest challenge,” he purrs as he slides it from the hole. You whimper as he brings it to his lips, rolling it, moaning in a low inhumane frequency. “And since I have just now claimed you with my crest...perhaps your conscience will allow me to claim you with my cock.” Your will to resist is fading fast. Loki tsk’s with feigned irritation as the seal vanishes and his attention turns to the mess beneath your legs. Arousal sticks to your inner thighs in a glistening sheet.
You groan as he flexes his fingers in front of his face, thick veins standing to attention on the back of his hands. He folds all but two, sucking them between his lips and hollowing his cheekbones in the process like an absolute whore. Without a pause, he curls them inside you and the air dissolves from your lungs in a strangled moan of his name. “Doesn’t count…” he warns. You look at him with your mouth open, brow a map of twitching lines. "You have to say it."
Loki kneels between your legs, as cool as Jotunheim ice, pumping his fingers slowly inside your slippery cunt, thumb sliding against your swollen clit with an arrogant smirk on his face. Your hips rise to meet him on every thrust of his palm. Breath comes in short bursts as you clench around his fingers, back arching into his touch as orgasm threatens to ruin you- He slips them out. “Loki!”
The frustration is real - no need to act. The god’s eyes widen in a shameless caricature of innocence. “I have given you every opportunity to yield to me, I have I not?” He pushes the rolled sleeves of his perfectly fitted shirt higher in a targeted attack. Your legs have begun to tremble at the loss of his touch. “And at every opportunity," he continues, "you have stayed true to your loyalties...which I respect."
The ceremonial sincerity in his voice is sickeningly erotic as he hooks his hands beneath your knees. “But pleasure...true pleasure...is a privilege reserved for those who yield to me.”
The sharp cool of his metal diadem stings your flesh as he kisses your inner thigh. He draws closer to your desperate sex, so close you can feel his breath cool against it as he says, “So cry mercy darling, and it will be yours.” He’s really dialled the drama up to eleven tonight. Instinctually you try and lurch your arms forward to grab the curve of his horns and press him deep into your pussy; mad for the feel of his tongue flat and flawless moving against it. “Oh god,” you whimper, fighting yourself. “Good girl,” he purrs, grazing his parted lips over your swollen labia. It’s too much. “Oh god, Loki…” “Good girl, say it...beg for it,” he spits as he falls back on his haunches and reaches for the button of his suit trousers. He looks so fucking mean.
The beat in your chest has turned to syrupy thumps as your legs straighten and contract on either side of him. “You want to be my good girl…” A pop echoes and his cock suddenly weighs in his hand like a weapon. You’re salivating...actually salivating. He pumps slowly back and forth, jaw clenching, his eyes hard as flints. “Don’t make me finish myself on your traitorous face.”
“Mercy,” you gasp. Loki’s grin widens and it touches his eyes. He licks his lips. “Do you want me to stay in character?” he asks quietly as his clothes disappear- everything but the horned diadem on his head.
His shoulders roll and every muscle in his torso tightens, thighs bulging as he clenches against the punishing grip of his fist. You bite your lip, nodding. His eyes flash. “Well chosen,” Interrogator Loki says. The hard edge in his voice has returned with a vengeance and he melts the leather binds holding you with a wave of his hand. “I trust my faith in your repentance is not misplaced,” he says as he crawls up your body with intent. Loki’s hair swings around your jaw, the scent of him, the weight of him. His length presses like metal against your throbbing clit and you buck your hips, trying to catch him. Every thought in your head evaporates as Loki of Asgard buries himself inside you with a shuddering exhale. Your legs wrap around his hips, forcing his ass down, pushing him deeper.
There’s a thud, and then another one; the curve of his horns beating against the headboard. Loki deploys a wolfish smile as his fingers curl around your wrists. “Can’t take any chances with my minx of a prisoner,” he whispers against your cheek. “No mercy,” you moan into his open mouth. It’s a request he understands as he delivers another targeted roll of his hips. “No mercy,” he replies.
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A/N - Have I told you guys how much I love you recently? Because I really do. I hope you know that. x
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Hey! You said 2 months ago you were almost done with your latest story? How’s it going?
Hi Anon! Yea I’ve had some other Anons about “On the Edge” and I’m sorry I haven’t had the time to write. I have 2 jobs, a family, a house that needs a lot of work, personal life, etc- unfortunately, my time is often not my own.
BUT! I finished chapter 4 last week, so I’m literally about 5 hours writing from being done. I will absolutely be able to finish this in the next month.
Sorry again, but thanks for checking in 💚
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YOUVE BEEN SAYING YOURE GONNA POST THE FINAL 3 CHAPTERS SINCE OCTOBER, ITS BEEN HALF A YEAR GIRL. PLEASE EITHER FINISH THEM OR FREE US FROM THIS LIMBO I BEG OF YOU 😫
I’m so sorry to leave you hanging like this, I swear I feel bad about it. I also feel guilty for repeatedly moving the date, but life has been throwing a lot of curveballs that I’ve had to deal with.
As of today, April 18, I am 95% done. It will definitely be finished this spring! 💐
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Hey Queen! It’s anon 🩵! Just checking in and saying hi! You doing alright?
Hey Anon🩵! Hope all is well with you and you’re finishing finals and getting ready for an amazing summer! ☀️
Feeling Homer’s sentiments the last couple of months. But still plugging along (Ch 4 is finally done! Woo!).
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Open Skies [Loki x Reader]
A link to my Masterlist is HERE Summary: Loki's first time flying the Quinjet is a memorable one. Warnings: 18+ Only Minors DNI. Smut. Loki x Female Reader. Silly things. Mutual pining. Oral (M). (w/c 2.2k)
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Tony dangled the key between his thumb and forefinger. The fob swung in front of Loki’s smirking face. “To Virginia, and back again,” Tony said. He was not in the mood for games. Loki’s eyebrows shot up. He pressed his fingers to his chest in mock-hurt before extending the cup of his palm out, fingers unfolding with a graceful flourish. “I need to learn, Stark..." he postured innocently. “The simulations only go so far. You know that.”
“And you’ll behave?” Loki rolled his eyes. “What egregious sin could I possibly commit with your garish vessel while under the watchful eye of our trustworthy Agent here?” he said, flicking a finger towards you. “Is that not why she has been chosen for this farce? To keep me in line? To make sure I don’t damage this metal substitute for masculinity?” Tony’s eyes darted in an aborted eye-roll. He sucked his bottom lip between his teeth, observing Loki with suspicion. “It should only take you twenty minutes- if that,” he said, tossing the fob in the air. The god caught it. Loki let you walk ahead up the ramp. The weight of his stare clung to your ass like wet paint as you made your way to the front of the craft and slid into the passenger seat. He paused, giving both headrests a squeeze as he observed the screens. You watched his profile stiffen, a swallow working his neck. For all his breezy pomposity, he was nervous. “Just like the simulator,” you said, “you’ll be fine.” Loki's face remained unchanged by your re-assurance. He cleared his throat, tugging at the sleeves of his sweater; the one with the Avengers logo that he swore the first time he saw it that he would never wear.
He manoeuvred himself into the driver’s seat. “Is he watching?” he asked quietly. You pressed the screen, making the rear camera pop up. Tony stood below the under-hang of the landing area, arms folded. “Right..." Loki said, lips pursing.
He ran his palms down the tight chinos creased to his thighs. One long finger tentatively pressed against the central screen.
In a matter of seconds, the Quinjet’s engines fired to life. Loki flinched. His fingers flexed before their length curled around the lever sitting between you. He pushed it into elevate. "Thirty-five-thousand feet..." Loki murmured to himself, pressing a series of buttons on the screen.
He reached up, pressing an intercom above his head.
"This is Loki Laufeyson, Avengers Unit, Stark Tower," he said, gazing out the huge window at the skyscrapers.
His voice made goose-bumps ripple on your skin. It massaged over the syllables like crude oil over glass, thick and utterly erotic in its uniform sincerity. “Lifting off - flightpath expected from New York City to above Richmond, Virginia. No target, no landing. Training exercise, thirty-five thousand feet. Copy?”
He released the button. Static hummed. Loki’s fingers readjusted around the lever. “Copy, Mr Laufeyson." the radio crackled. "Clear for take-off. Route mapped. Any changes, let us know.”
Loki let out a small, satisfied sigh. He shot you a weak smile. “Good?” he asked. You nodded. His hair was tied back in a messy bun, delicate strands falling around his face. It framed his cheekbones perfectly. “Try not to be too aroused by my piloting-skills, Agent,” Loki goaded, turning his attention to the thrusters. “I have been practising very hard to make it seem effortless.” He pressed several more buttons without a pause.
You and Loki had hooked up for several weeks just before his most recent mission. But whether it was clarity during the absence, or simply lack of interest; when he had come back no moves were made on either side. On your part, it was simple terror. Being with Loki in that way was unbelievable the first time that it had happened, never mind the seventh, eighth, ninth. Part of you didn’t want to push your luck. It had crossed your mind that he had actually forgotten. And if that was true, then you didn’t want to know.
The force of the ascent pushed you back into your seat, facing forwards. Out the corner of your eye you saw a grin stretch over the god’s face as the New York skyline became mere dots below. He yanked the lever a few more times into position, setting it in cruise. The beep of buttons and the hum of the engines were the only sounds. Ahead, there was nothing but open skies. “Well done, I’m very impressed,” you said with a smile, shifting to face him. The seatbelt dug into your shoulder. Without realising, you had set a hand to rest on his thigh. The two of you looked at it, eyes rising to meet. One of Loki’s brows cocked. “Agent?” he growled. “Are you trying to seduce the captain?”
You were about to deny it. But he was the god of lies, after all. In which case there was no getting around it. And even if there was – did you want to? “Yes.” you said. Loki barked a small laugh of disbelief, turning his eyes back to the wide windows. “It will take more than that, Agent.” he said, offering a small nod to the hand resting mid-way up his thigh. “Especially after giving me the cold-shoulder on my return.” Your stomach dropped. “I did no such thing-” you started, but Loki had begun to tut. It’s slow methodical click ticked over the air between you. His eyes never left the blue sky out the front of the Quinjet. “On the contrary. On my return, I came to your rooms. I left a note, and quite a suggestive one at that. I made myself quite vulnerable, actually.” You frowned. “Loki, I moved rooms like three weeks ago.” Loki pressed a finger to his forehead. “Who’s in your old one?” “Scott.” “Ah,” Loki said, grimacing. “I was wondering why he had been particularly familiar of late.” The god shot you a sheepish smile. “I may have gone into great detail about oral sex in my correspondence.” “Giving or Receiving?” “Receiving.” The two of your burst into raucous laughter.
Loki took his hands from the steering wheel, wiping a tear of mirth. “In defence of my uncouth written request, you do give the most glorious blowjobs,” he muttered, offering a tilt of his head. “And it was a very long mission. I was in desperate need of attention.” “Did you ever get it?” “No. Although in hindsight, Lang did attempt to ease my disposition.”
You and Loki exchanged a restrained smirk before bursting into laughter again. “I feel terrible,” you said, starting to feel giddy. “I thought you weren’t into me anymore, so I just…” “Gave up without a fight?” Loki said, pressing a button and shifting the stick. “Understandable. I am rather intimidating.”
Your hand began to dance up his thigh, following the rise of his insane quad muscle. You squeezed. The fingers slid inward, brushing the growing bulge in his crotch. Loki shifted in his seat, chinos rustling. “Agent…” he warned. But his eyes sparkled.
The god’s legs widened in the generous seat. Creases ran thick across his spread thighs, the outline of his cock stark against the light fabric. It stretched up to his hip by the side of the zipper. You bit your lip as he thrust gently into your cupped hand. “We shouldn’t…” you said, tracing the length of his cock with one light finger. “No,” Loki breathed. “But we will.” The click of your seatbelt and the resulting flurry of your fingers at his buttons was instant. Loki raised one arm to let you work, lowering the tight zipper and setting his cock free with a bounce into your waiting hand. “Fuck,” he choked through ragged breaths, “Agent you don’t have to-” You looked up at him, head pressed back against the rest and the veins in his throat tightening. He had that stoic, regal set upon his features, cheekbones hard and unwavering, mouth closed as he stared at your with hungry eyes. The only thing that gave him away was the sound of small puffs of air flaring in rapid succession from his nostrils. Without looking, you could tell his knuckles were white on the wheel. One of his forearms rested on the nape of your neck.
“If you don’t think I want to suck your cock, Laufeyson,” you whispered, pausing to place a kiss on the leaking tip, “then you’re even crazier than I thought.” Loki inhaled sharply as you swallowed him. The breath caught in his throat, forcing its way back through a series of stuttering breaks that made desire thrash deep in your cunt. Fingers wrapped around the base of him, you worked slowly back and forth until his manhood was slippery with spit. Your face lowered on to the bottom of Loki’s sweatshirt with every dip of your head. Sucking wet and hot as the vein that ran the length of his cock throbbed against your tongue. There it was, that sweet saltiness pearling at the cracked creases of your lips. God, how you’d missed that. The taste of him. There was nothing like it.
Loki’s placid moans filled the cockpit. It was polite, in a way. Gentlemanly, while his slender fingers grasped delicately against your hair. You lingered at the crown, running your tongue against the sensitive underside.
Loki jolted in his seat. The Quinjet took a dive, and you froze - cushioning his glory with your tongue as the god corrected the flightpath. He chuckled, hissing as you tightened the grip of the fingers around his root and began to pump in time with your mouth. “We’ve reached-uh...g-gods, Richmond,” he stammered. His fingers grasped at your hair, knees beginning to tremble. “I’m carrying out a soft turn, bringing us one hundred and sixty degrees before returning to the original..f..f-fuckk-flightpath.” Humming approval through a mouthful of his cock, you lost yourself in the warm musk of his public hair. The metal zipper caught against your chin, grazing with every deep dive of the god into your throat. But you didn’t care. Loki’s gentle whines were all you could hear over the engines, panting praises and murmurs of lustful promises that you would hold him to when this thing landed. If it landed.
“Gods-” Loki choked, punctuated with a thump as his skull fell against the headrest. "How can you do this to me, Agent?” he gasped, rubbing your back as you quickened the pace. “You’re the best…” he moaned, hips rising to meet the bob of your jaw, “you’re the b-best I’ve ever had..I- uhh...”
The god’s fingertips dragged down your back, fist clenching and unfurling. He let out a primal grumble. “I’m going to cum, darling-” he growled. “Has anything c-changed?” You shook your head, saliva dripping down the side of your mouth and pooling in a wet patch on his chinos. Swallowing all the spit you could, you pressed your lips tighter around his girth, sucking furiously. Loki flinched with pleasure; and although you couldn’t see him, you knew his eyes were rolling back. You’d bet a few more of those slutty little curls had come loose too. Loki’s bucks were quicker now. He was trying to be restrained, but still his hips shuddered against the seat trying not to fuck your mouth with all his might. The Quinjet thrashed to the side, immediately correcting.
The god’s breaths were heavy, unintelligible filth falling from his lips and slithering into your ear as you worked him. "Good girl," he gasped, palm flying to the window my his side, "oh, f-fuck yes...good girl-vakker... just like, u-uh-" His palm slid down the window with an obscene squeak.
With a curse-littered groan, both of his arms went flying up behind the headrest. He pulled it forwards, the force of his abdomen’s clench pressing against your forehead. Loki’s hot cum hit the back of your tongue, filling your mouth with the sweet tang you craved. It kept coming, spreading into every pocket of space not occupied by his meat. His groans of pleasure filled the cockpit while you swallowed - pretty little moans snaking from his throat as he rode higher than the clouds.
Your lips left the tip of his flushed member with a slurp. Loki looked at you, dazed and slut-drunk. His seed glistened at the corners of your mouth as you squeezed his cock from the base a final time. A thick ream of cum blossomed at the opening. With one finger, you scooped it off, placing it carefully on the tip of your tongue.
“How I’ve missed you,” Loki slurred before his mouth was on yours.
You could feel his tongue search your own, tasting himself on each caress, swallowing the mess that you had made of him. Breaking apart, you took a moment to appreciate just how fucked-out Loki looked. The god’s cheeks were flushed, his lips raw and pink from rough kisses; his tied-up hair was askew, one side falling down in inky tendrils across his shoulder. The sweatshirt was rumpled, and there was a spreading wet patch on those lovely cream chinos. “How long do we have?” you asked, realising that you probably didn’t look much better. Loki’s eyes flickered to the screen. “Three minutes.” he said, disappointed. As Loki nailed a perfect landing, you made a final check of yourself in the window’s reflection. His knuckles trailed gently down your bicep. “I’ll see you inside?” he asked quietly. His pupils were still bottomless pools. “At your rooms,” you smiled, fighting to contain a laugh. “Not Scott’s.” Loki nodded agreement, lips curling. “I really did wait, you know.” he said. “I know.” you said, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear. The two of you disembarked and Tony was waiting for the debrief exactly where you'd left him. He seemed happy with everything, by and large. But his arms remained folded. You began to make your way into the Tower. “Laufeyson. A word.” Tony barked. Loki rolled his eyes, subtly gesturing for you to go on ahead. “How’d you like her then? State of the art?” Stark hummed, gesturing to the Quinjet. Loki raised a brow. “It was perfectly fine.” Loki said. “Not ‘the best you’ve ever had’?” Tony slipped his sunglasses down his nose. Loki’s brow furrowed. “Cameras?” “Cameras,” Tony replied, tossing Loki the key-fob. “I’ll delete my evidence if you hop on back and delete your evidence with some of that magic-bleach. Deal?” “Deal.” Loki sighed.
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peachyjinx · 2 months
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Hey! It’s Anon 🩵 it’s been a while but I wanted to say good luck with writing! And I hope all is going well for you!!! Ok thats it i just wanted to say Hi 😊🫶🏻
Also tell Loki hi for me!! 💚
Aw hello Anon 🩵! A rough February but things are looking up! I'm currently finishing the final chapter for "On the Edge"! We're almost to the end- yaaay! I can't wait to share it with everyone!
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💚"Hello, my Pet. You have been so patient, and you will be rewarded for it" 💚
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peachyjinx · 3 months
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"On the Edge" is coming! (hehe)
First off, thank you for all the kind words, encouragement, and excitement around this fic. I know I've been pushing off the resolution for the last couple of months, and for that I'd like to apologize! I'm blue balling y'all (what's the term for women?).
When I've had time to write, I haven't been inspired. When I've been inspired, I've had no time to write!
I have also decided to go on hiatus (more about that later- I'll post something when I'm done with this fic). So my natural perfectionism gets the better of me ("It has to be perfect- this is the last thing I'll write!!"). I had a come to Jesus moment with myself the other week where I was like "Peachy- it's just porn, chill out" 😂. Sometimes you psych yourself out, ya know?
Anyhoo, I'm tagging everyone who's following this story, and I can promise you it will be absolutely done in the next couple of weeks (I'm posting the final 3 chapters at the same time). Keep your eyes open for the finale! 👀
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On The Edge- Chapter List
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Warnings: 18+!! Non consensual orgasm denial, Loki being an irresistible jerk, Dom!Loki stuff, rough sex
Summary: You’ve been with the Avengers for a year now, and have settled in nicely. Except for that distracting sexy Loki. The two of you have been flirting for a couple months, but nothing else has happened. And now you’re in a predicament- you’re suddenly unable to orgasm. What are you going to do?
Author's Note: I'm trying a bit of an experiment- giving you the option on how to deal with Loki! 😂
The first 3 Chapters are plot, flirting, and thirst. Then, you can choose Chapter 4 or 5 next- depending on what you'd want to do! (Obviously feel free to read both chapters, the smut will be different in each because of the scenarios I've set up 😉)
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Chapter 1- Pent Up
Chapter 2- Stormy Weather
Chapter 3- Desperate- Will be posted in January
Choose one:
Chapter 4- Submission- Will be posted in January
or
Chapter 5- Tease- Will be posted in January
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peachyjinx · 3 months
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YESSS AN EROTIC POEM!! 🥵🥵 This was a sexy surprise- DANG, LADY!! You're so talented- leave it to you to create this beauty in response to my ridiculous ask😂❤️
When you're on your knees...
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strokes of your tongue echo in tempered sighs,
faster;
his back straightens against the door.
the floor is hard, thighs
trembling as your god unravels,
looking down with wild eyes.
hair mussed, shirt rumpled
his twitch the breaking of violent skies.
fingers flex around the bar,
knuckles white and mouth adjar,
you gurgle against his pulsing flesh,
almost undone- your god, your mess.
and on the precipice of the in-between,
his fists clench to quell the roar-
he drips a word with a whispering thrust.
just one. for you,
he pants,
'More.'
💦
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peachyjinx · 3 months
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Snort laughed at you @lokisgoodgirl 🤣
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AGAIN and AGAIN and AGAIN and AGAIN
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