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lokisgoodgirl · 1 year

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Full Throttle: Motel [Avenger!/Biker! Loki x Fem. Reader]

Part of the Hostile F*cks Collection A Link to my Masterlist is HERE Summary: (4) Biker!Loki shows you just how deep this alter-ego goes. Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Smut. Language. Dom! Loki. Choking. Intimate piercings. Dirty talk. (w/c 3.2k)

The animated hum of conversation in a foreign tongue staggered to a stop when you walked through the door of the motel bar. It swung behind you, the flimsy wood and wire netting smacking weakly against an ageing frame as you surveyed the scene. Three men sat at a table to the side, nursing half-empty beers. Four more hung off the bar, the low sun in the sky through the glass in the door behind you making them squint. “Dobar dan.” you said firmly in greeting, running your gaze around every set of eyes that trailed up your bare legs, past the hem of the black denim shorts. The woman behind the bar continued to polish a glass suspiciously. You got the feeling this place wasn’t known for its welcoming atmosphere.

“Nema problema.” the bartender warned, her voice sharp and practised in the art of warding off trouble. You raised your hands in mock- surrender, sliding onto one of the barstools. She placed a shot of something down in front of you with a grunt, making it slosh over the sides. Your stomach churned thinking back to what Loki had growled in your ear. ‘Let’s put this little character-study to the test’. Your brow furrowed. Did he mean his ridiculous tough-guy persona? He couldn’t expect you to take him seriously with a quick fuck in a dingy foreign motel, no matter how good he looked in that tatty leather jacket. You snorted, lifting the shot-glass before taking a sniff and setting it back down. In seconds, you heard the clump of heavy footsteps. You tilted your chin upward, meeting the gaze of a man as tall as Loki, but twice as broad. “Dobar dan.” you repeated dryly, staring him down. Chains hung from his battered jeans, oil stains smeared on a baggy t-shirt that you suspected were not manifested by seidr. He swiped the shot-glass in front of you, necking it greedily before thumping it down as the bartender huffed. Leaning against the scuffed wood, he swayed drunkenly; lustful intentions simmering behind drooping eyelids. He stank of...everything. You drummed your fingers on the bar, looking straight ahead; giving him a moment to reconsider his imminent advances. The man moved to run one meaty hand down your back, stepping forward. You sighed, kicking the barstool backward as you stood abruptly. A hand shot out to his neck, holding it firmly as his eyes bulged in surprise.

“Primitivan”, you muttered, pushing him backward as the woman behind the bar smacked her palm repeatedly against the wood, yelling obscenities. “I can’t leave you alone for two minutes, can I?” a familiar voice smarmed to your side.

You shot Loki a venomous look as he dangled a tarnished key from one long finger, swiping it into his palm with a flourish. Another sigh rattled in your throat as the man’s friends surrounded Loki, flexing their fists. His eyes never left yours as he caught a swinging punch from the side, parrying it away and placing a solid uppercut beneath the assailant’s chin. The man left the ground, falling with a thud as the other three descended on the undercover god. Loki spun out of their grip, elbowing one squarely in the eye while he raised another by the neck, slamming him face down on the bar. You backed away, watching your teammate decimate the would-be attackers. His black jeans clung tightly to those incredible thighs, straining as he extended a long leg to kick the final man in the centre of his padded stomach. It made a squelch on the impact of his heavy boot, sending him backwards to the ground.

The men lay groaning on the floor as Loki pulled the sides of his leather jacket down in finality, flicking his slick hair back over his shoulders. “Amateurs.” he muttered, observing them with disgust. His fired-up gaze found yours, jaw clenching as his eyes narrowed. A shiver rolled up your spine. “Outside. Now.” he rasped, the deep timbre of his voice vibrating the air as the bartender resumed polishing glasses with casual indifference. You looked at the men whimpering on the cobbled floor, not registering the grip fastened around your wrist until you were halfway out the door. A wall of cool air hit you as Loki tugged you outside, finding yourself pulled flush against him with a yank. “Why do you insist on being so troublesome?” he spat, cheekbones flashing. Your eyes widened in disbelief, pushing him away. “Me? I had the situation handled until you came along with your…your...” You kicked a small stone by your foot in frustration. It clanged off the rim of the motorbike. “-And why do you insist on being such an attention-seeking dickhead?” you sighed petulantly, making Loki scoff.

There was a pregnant pause. “Let’s just go" you muttered, "Steve and Clint will be at the next town by now.” Loki snorted. “Please. You saw the speed Rogers was driving. We have until dusk, at least.” You looked away, not wanting to give the arrogant arse the satisfaction of knowing how ridiculously wet you had become beneath your denim shorts.

It's just adrenaline from the fight, you told yourself; watching Loki's t-shirt ride up his tight lower abdomen as he ran a hand through his hair. You bit your lip. The Harley Davison sat in the parking lot, leaning to the side; it’s deep green tones flashing in the afternoon sun. The scent of Loki’s vintage leather jacket filled your nostrils as he stepped toward you, leaving no space between his chest and yours.

You could smell the musk of sweet,fresh sweat from his damp t-shirt. Tendrils of dark curls were visible in your side-eye as he loomed over you.

Tentative silence hung in the air, the infuriating god’s warm breath skating across your cheek. "Come." he ordered gruffly, grasping your hand and leading you briskly towards some stairs ascending a rickety building beside the bar.

Chipped white paint caught under your palm as it slid up the railing, cigarette butts littering every clang of your boots against the metal grating as Loki led you to the top. You could hear music blaring from one of the rooms, a solitary crash preceding shouts of annoyance from a resident. Loki stopped at one of the grubby doors, turning the key in the lock and swinging it open. A naked bulb hung from the ceiling, wooden cladding covering the walls marred with scuff and scratches. The carpet was worn, a deep brown that perhaps once was an optimistic cream. You wrinkled your nose. Loki watched your features twist, his amusement palpable.

“It seems your standards have increased exponentially since you begged me to shag you against that slime-covered boulder mere hours ago, Agent.”

You looked him up and down, loathing that he looked so incredibly hot in that old-school biker getup. The deep scar running through his eyebrow and over his cheekbone stood out in the dimming light, highlighting every condescending twitch of his smug face. Your gaze lingered on the studded leather belt wrapped around his hips. The end hung sluttishly against one thick thigh as Loki’s tattooed fingers toyed presumptively with the buckle. “You’re an arsehole, Laufeyson. I did not beg. Fuck you” you spat, seeing his eyebrows rise questioningly. He took a sharp, loaded breath. Whatever he was going to say in his irritatingly sensual baritones, you didn’t want to hear it.

You lunged toward him, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling his open mouth to yours.

Bodies clashed in a mess of tongues and teeth, knocking a lamp over in your eagerness to tear off his leather jacket. He grunted as your hand hit against his manhood beneath the denim, every frustrated sigh from his lips driving you feral. “Do you still hate me, Agent? I do wonder.” he hissed with difficulty as your hands wound in his hair; tugging sharply. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed, the muscles of his exposed neck straining as you yanked his curls again. Harder. “Yes, I fucking hate you.” you growled, grazing your teeth against his collarbone. The v-neck of his stained white t-shirt was collateral damage, you decided.

You brought your fingers to the collar, pulling it sharply. A loud rip filled the air, the cotton hanging on either side of his muscled chest like the world’s shittiest waistcoat. Perfectly carved, lean lines of muscle begging to be bitten and licked rippled beneath your needy fingertips. Worshipped, you thought; immediately pushing the idea from your mind. Your gaze ran ravenously over his torso, coveting every inch of ridiculously chiselled flesh. Starving. Large winding sepia tattoos curled across his skin. They blossomed over his biceps like tendrils of inked seidr, centring on a pair of daggers crossed over his heart. The faint outline of a snake was wrapped around them. Its tail trailed beyond the waistband of the black jeans slung low on his hips; charcoal ink seeming to glimmer in the dying light. You dug into his trousers, taking no care to unfasten the loose studded belt. Your palm caught something at the base of his pubic bone. Loki gasped as your fingers wrapped around the root of his cock, squeezing too hard for any mortal man to find pleasure in. He growled darkly, backing you toward the bed. “Say it again, Agent…I dare you.” he snarled, contempt simmering in the depths of his intense stare. “I fucking hate you.” you whispered seductively, as the god pushed you back onto the dingy bed. The scratch of cheap cotton sheets scraped against your tingling skin. “That’s my girl.” Loki muttered, unbuckling his heavy belt with a flourish. He pushed the front of his jeans down, enjoying the widening of your eyes as his cock bounced into view. The moist head was pierced, a thick silver bar running horizontally through the tip of his manhood. “Touch it.” he murmured. You ran your fingers over the piercing, feeling the cool metal balls of the straight barbell protruding at either side of the glistening head. You noticed another above the root of his cock, a curved chrome bar glinting above the base of his girth that could only serve one purpose. You swallowed. He hummed darkly as you toyed with the metal protruding at either side of the tip, the sound reminding you of the Harley engine vibrating beneath your spread thighs. Loki rocked into your inquisitive fingers, his ass clenching. “It’s called an amphallang...do you like it?” he purred, as you looked up at him with wide eyes. “I’m not sure” you said, tilting your head before squeezing the leaking tip. His chin tilted upward, a low groan rumbling in his throat. “Ohhh, you will.” he gasped to the ceiling, as you began to stroke to the root and back again. “Fuck...A-Agent, be careful.” he warned, his fingertips grasping one denim-clad thigh which had started to quiver. The C.H.A.O.S lettering inked on his knuckles stretched, greying letters standing out as they whitened beneath a tightening grip. “It heightens every p-pleasure...and- gods...if you keep stroking me thus I’ll cum right over that pretty face of yours.”

First the damn wetsuit, now the tattoos...the dirt, the dick-piercings; you thought desperately, searching his face contorted in illicit desire. There'd never be a dull moment with this guy as your fuck-buddy. “...every pleasure, huh?” you keened knowingly, before leaning forward with your mouth hanging open. Before he could answer, your lips fastened around his heavy cock. Loki’s head fell back with a guttural groan as his manhood hit the back of your throat, the god's natural musk intoxicatingly thick near the curls of dark hair at the base. A metallic tang cut through the sweetness of his pre-cum, his girth filling every pocket of space. Your hands ran around the curve of his muscular ass, pushing him deeper. Choking yourself. The width stretched your mouth to the brink, flinching as the skin cracked at the creases of your lips. Even his cock is fucking nightmare, you thought; releasing an utterly whoreish moan against his flesh as he hissed above you. But damn, he tastes fucking good. You swallowed, making Loki whimper at the sensation of your hot throat tightening. Your cheeks hollowed, dragging the captive meat backward with one devastatingly firm suck. The sides of the silver bar caught between your lips, saliva leaking down your chin as you tugged it sharply.

The tip of your tongue toyed at the cool metal, flicking it back and forth. Loki let out a feral growl, his hand leaving his thigh and tangling in your hair. “You are in dangerous territory, play-thing…” he moaned darkly, as you traced the triangle of skin beneath his tip. You released him with a wet pop, the flushed cock slapping against the flat board of his stomach. “Do you suck the cock of every man you hate, I wonder?” Loki rasped, tugging your head back. “It would explain your eagerness to be around me. Perhaps some...daddy issues, lurking beneath that collected demeanour?” He smirked, unwinding his fingers. They trailed down your forehead, before pushing you backward to the lumpy mattress. “Or…” he goaded, pausing for effect as you caught your bearings. “Perhaps you're just a cum-slut for villainous men.” The ceiling was stained with cigarette smoke, brown clouds marking every ripple of artex. “Loki, I fucking hat-” “-hate me. Yes, you said.” he smirked, sarcasm dripping from his tongue. “But I must stop you repeating it now, Agent. I can only get so erect.” You shivered as he lowered on top of you, the worn denim still coating his thighs scratching against yours with a teasing friction. His immense length bobbed between the open buttons of his jeans. The sight made you weak. It was unbearable. He was unbearable. “You have rudely divested me of most of my clothing, Agent...I feel it only fair I do the same to you.” he whispered, torso now pressed flush to your upper body. He supported himself on his forearms as you felt a familiar coolness roll over your frame, the baggy racer top and denim shorts melting away. But the combat boots remained. The chilled metal of his cock-piercing brushed against your soaking folds, a sharp bitterness making you jump.

“I should mention, it is not only conducive to my pleasure.” he murmured, as his thumb grazed back and forth over your nipple. “But something tells me that you do not require...additional incentive.” His hands slid down your thighs, raising your calves and pushing them back towards your shoulders. “Mmmm…” he hummed, biting his lip as his eyes crawled over your glistening pussy for the first time. “As tempting as it is to devour that beautiful cunt...I’m afraid she will have to wait." He leant forward, pushing your knees further back as he placed one wide lick up the centre of your slit, making you shudder with a guttural groan of need. "We do not have the time" he murmured, licking the arousal coating his lips with a wink. "and frankly...a proper introduction to my talents is required. If you ever deserve it. Which is, at this rate…unlikely." He placed a deep sucking kiss to the flesh of your knee, making you squirm as he rocked forward. Your heavy combat boots rested by his shoulders, the deep curves of his intricately tattooed biceps flexing beneath them. He raised flattened fingers to his mouth, making a show of releasing a slick of saliva over the digits before lowering them between your legs.

His piercing stare never ceased. Loki's fingers pulsed against your exposed clit, the blissful vibration making your back arch as he alternated dipping them inside your soaking channel.

Your moans filled the air, garbled pleas to a higher power that would deliver you from sexual torment as he edged you toward oblivion. “Pray to me, darling...only I can help you now.” he growled, speeding the pace of his palm against your centre. “Fuck...Loki…?” you gasped, your forehead furrowed as you grasped the rough bedsheets. The daggers inked on his chest came into view as he knelt back, flipping his wild hair over his shoulders. Your upper-back spasmed off the mattress, mouth open as a climax crashed into you like a truck. Loki released a simmeringly dark moan of satisfaction as you came, teeth gritted as he watched your features twist with deliriously reluctant pleasure by his hand.

The god slid his fingers inside you, scissoring before drawing them out. He inspected them, rubbing the sticky arousal with his thumb before popping the fingers between his lips. A low sigh erupted as he sucked them clean, relishing the heady lust swirling in your captivated eyes. I won’t see another sunrise, you thought; as your head spun. First the wetsuit. Now the biker shit. I’ll be dead by morning. Loki lined himself up at your entrance, anticipation etched deep across his face as he brushed the pieced tip of his leaking cock teasingly against your slit. His long fingers wrapped around your windpipe, squeezing gently. “I believe this intrigues you. Tell me to stop if I am wrong.” he said solemnly, awaiting your response as his manhood pulsed between your open thighs. You whimpered, a staggered yes escaping as you keened your hips upward, begging him to fuck you. A cloud descended on his angular features, textured waves of raven hair falling around his jaw as he inched himself inside. The barbell through his tip grazed the walls of your tight heat, every tug of the metal setting your pussy alight. Your back arched again as he bottomed out, a harsh thrust making you yelp as the metal stretched every centimetre to the brink. He began to move in fluid waves, making your eyes roll back. The pubic piercing nestled at the root of his cock tugged your ripe clit with every rock of his pelvis, drowning you in relentless pleasure. “Oh...uhhhh m-my god, Loki” you groaned, stretching your arms upward. You grasped the thin bedsheets, clawing at them. “F-fuck I forgot how i-incredible this..uhhh...this feels” he choked, timing every rolling thrust to perfection. Loki’s mouth hung open as your body rutted into his mount; releasing loud, animalistic pants which filled every corner of the room. He rode you slowly, making you feel every frightening inch of mind-altering bliss he could bestow. His hands ran over the backs of your thighs, pushing them further toward your ears. “I c-can’t..” you whimpered, feeling an overwhelming orgasm cresting in your contorted body. Every hit of his hips was pure lust, the urge to ask him to turn you over and fuck you in the ass almost unbearable. “Oh, but you can Agent.” he purred, curling one of those large tattooed hands around your throat. “With me, you always can.” His fingers clasped around the base of your neck, pressing on your trachea. You let out a rasping sigh, eyes widening as he held you tight. Completely at his mercy, you thought; sinking into the rising tide of climax. Fuck.

The ink on his broad chest went out of focus as your head swam, primal desire shooting in fiery tendrils through your veins. Loki’s chin tilted upward as he delivered his unrelenting pleasure, the piercings dragging every ounce of sexual devastation from your drool covered lips. He squeezed his fingers around your throat, making you choke as you felt your walls flutter. They tightened, delivering the final blow as he fucked you mercilessly over the precipice.

You strained forwards, one leg juddering up and crashing a boot-heel down on his shoulder. Loki’s eyes were fire, glorious satisfaction smouldering in pupils blown wide. His chin jutted forward, heavy breaths making his tattooed chest rise and fall as he lowered your legs and flipped you on the mattress like a doll. You gasped at fresh air filling your lungs, knocked out again as your belly met the hard bed. “Loki?!” you panted, seeing stars as he pulled your hips back onto his waiting cock. A moan of your name rumbled in his chest as he pulled you flush against him, balanced on his thick thighs still covered in denim. You squirmed against him, fighting the illicit pleasure overwhelming every one of your senses. “You really are troublesome, aren’t you?” he muttered, devouring the lobe of your ear in messy sucks. "Such an impetuous cock-tease. We'll need to fix that." His hips thrust up into your dripping heat without restraint, every tug of the piercing on your tightened walls pulling new whines from your throat. “P-perhaps we shall always fuck thus, my little under...uhhh...undercover s-slut” he panted. The god's thrusts became desperate as he palmed your naked breasts. “In tight p-passageways and dirty motels like feral uhhh...f-fuck...animals. Like you deserve for your...uhh thats.it...that's uh-uhh...f-for your insolence.” Loki released a tight slap on the side of your ass, making you yelp. He pushed you forward to all fours, grasping fingertips digging deep into the flesh of your thigh as he slapped the cheek again. Harder. His breaths quickened, dark moans rolling as he chased selfish release. You tried to return upright, an overwhelming urge to feel his skin flush to your own as he made you his. His. The thought made you feel sick.

And more turned on than you had ever been in your entire life. "Down." he growled, pressing a large palm on your lower back as the other massaged your ass. Loki's grip curled around the nape of your neck, tugging your hair to the side. You threw him a venomous look over your shoulder, the clench of his jaw making his neck strain as you slammed back on his cock, meeting every one of the devastating thrusts. “Come inside m-me then, you fucking asshole.” you snarled breathlessly through shallow pants, hearing him chuckle between desperate groans. “S-say it...Agent..” he stammered, lowering his hand to shamelessly feel the thick cock he was clearly so proud of sliding in and out between your spread thighs. "Say it..uhhh...fuck. A-again." You turned your face, seeing his forehead deeply furrowed in pure ecstasy. It was tilted to the ceiling, his lips parted as sweat collected in the grooves of his collarbone. You pushed yourself off the mattress, winding an arm beneath his chin, grasping a clutch of his damp hair in a tight fist. He groaned, dominance slipping under the approaching tide. You attached your wet lips over his ear, releasing a rasping moan before you spoke. “I fucking hate you, Loki Laufeyson.” you murmured, feeling his grip on your chest tighten. With a thundering roar, he came. The god threw his head back, filthy curses saturating the air as you rocked him to completion. The orgasm made his whole body shake, ebbing as his face fell into the curve of your neck with a shuddering sigh. “I hate you too…Agent.” he panted, the dark, velvet rumble of his voice making you clench a final time as he placed a bruising bite on your glistening shoulder.

Continued in: The Red Dress Part of the Hostile F*cks Collection (The characters and scenery depicted in this fic are in no way representative of my feelings about Croatia. It is a beautiful and welcoming and lovely place!) Croatian: Dobar dan - Good Afternoon Nema problema - No trouble Primitivan - Rude Tags

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fandoms-writings · 8 months

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Below is a list of current wips that you can expect from me in the near future <3 I do write slow, but I'm working on these as fast as I can <3

Drabbles/One-shots:

"You're a mess"/"I'm not a mess."/"I can tell you've been crying." & "Let me kiss it better" - Knight! Bucky x Queen! Reader - A + F

"Choose me" - Bucky - A

"Choose me" & "let me hear you make that sound again" - Biker! Bucky - A + S

"You were supposed to be different. They were supposed to be wrong about you, but they were right. They were so fucking right." - Bucky w/ morally gray reader - A

"Keep your pretty eyes on me." and "You shouldn't be out here by yourself." -Vampire! Bucky x Human! Reader - A + S + (version 2)

"You know my door is always open for you, right?" and "You're already wet sweetheart." - Bucky w/ kinky virgin reader - F + S

"You know my door is always open for you, right?" and "You're already wet sweetheart" - Stephen Grant - F + S

"Don't go where I can't follow. . . I thought I lost you." - Bucky - A

"Why didn't you say how bad it was?" - Steve Rogers - A

"Come get me? I miss you" - Loki - F

"Is that my shirt?" & "Keep your pretty eyes on me." - Bucky - F + S

"Don't go where I can't follow… I thought I lost you" & "You're exhausted honey. Go back to sleep." - Nomad! Steve Rogers - A + F

"What are we doing?"/"Why are you doing this?" - Miguel O'Hara - A

"Can I hold your hand?" - Miguel O'Hara - F

"You're not as bad as everyone says you are." - Mob! Steve - F

"Will you taste this? Tell me if I'm missing anything?" - dealers choice - F

"You were supposed to be different. They were supposed to be wrong about you, but they were right. They were so fucking right."- Mob! Steve - A

DBF!Bucky x College!Reader - A

Series/AUs:

Boxer! Miguel x PR! Reader - A + F + S

This one will be more of an AU then a series I think, but I'm still working on it.

Miguel's boxing career is starting to pick up, and that means you, as his public relations specialist, are to insure that the people love him. You also make sure he doesn't take any fights he isn't ready for. However, when another boxer by the name of Kron Stone openly challenges Miguel, and Miguel accepts, you have to come to terms that what you know may ruin the trust he has in you.

Mafia-Dilf! Miguel x Dance-teacher! Reader - A + F + S

Everyone was terrified of Miguel O'Hara, the most powerful man in the city. But you knew better. To you, he was just a single dad trying to raise and protect his daughter, bringing her to your dance class every week. That is until someone looking for Miguel shows up at your studio, and Miguel takes it upon himself to protect you from outside forces, showing you just what kind of a man truly he is.

Bucky Barnes x Dream-witch! Reader - A + F + S

Looking for something to aide in his sleepless nights, Bucky searches weeks for you, the dream witch of New York. You're known for helping vets with ptsd have terrorless nights and sometimes, if they're lucky, they actually have pleasant dreams. What Bucky didn't expect, was for you to be so captivating, or for him to open up so easily around you. But to have the powers you do, you've got to be more than just a mutant, right?

Bucky Barnes x single!pregnant!reader (neighbor AU) - A + F + S

This one will be more of an AU rather than a series.

You moved into your small apartment alone and nervous, with a broken heart and a little one on the way, just wanting to be the best mom you can. Lucky for you, your neighbor is the sweetest man in the world and has offered to help you out when you need it. It doesn't hurt that he's the most attractive man you've ever met. But you don't have time for a relationship with anyone, you need to prepare for the baby.

tagging some mutuals below to spread the word <3

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roughridingrednecks · 10 months

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Loki

#loki #face tats #flannel #redneck #tats #goatee #shades #bald #biker

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holylulusworld · 1 year

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The hammer (6)

Summary: Thor is not the alpha you would never accept in your life. He’s also not the kind of alpha settle down. What happens when your worlds collide…

Pairing: Alpha(Biker)!Thor Odinson x Omega!Reader

Characters: Steve Rogers, Loki Laufeyson

Warnings: angst, a/b/o, language, pack dynamics, a/b/o dynamics, idiots in love, mentions of an accident, injured Loki, slow burn, a tiny hint of fluff, worried reader

The hammer masterlist

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<< Part 5

“He’s going to get better soon, right?” Thor hopefully looks at you. He’s twiddling his thumbs, waiting for you to tell him everything is going to be alright. “Right? Loki will wake soon.”

“How shall I know?” you put some more cream on Loki’s right hand. “I’m not a doctor.”

“You are the smartest person I know,” the tall alpha sheepishly admits. “That’s why Loki likes you so much. You like reading and talking about important things. All people he knows, my pack…uh-we are not like him. I only know how to fix bikes and sell them.”

He shrugs. “I’m not smart like my sly brother. He’s so different and I don’t understand half of the things he’s talking about most of the time. I feel so dumb when he’s around.”

You knit your brows together. “You’re grumpy and loud. Not dumb,” you clear your throat. It’s not your style to talk low about people. “Maybe you should talk to Loki and tell him how you feel. He’s a good listener.”

“I-“ Thor takes a step toward you. He gets something out of the pocket of his leather jacket, giving you a cracked smile. “Loki bought this for you. It’s a bookmark with your name on it. I found it on his nightstand.”

“Oh,” you take the bookmark, smiling. “That’s so nice of him. It’s my name in flowery letters.”

“So—he will get better soon, right?” Thor tries again. “Please tell me Loki will wake and annoy the shit out of me again.”

“The doctor said that we need to wait. I don’t know, to be honest,” you sniffle. “I cannot lie, Thor. I’m wishing and hoping for him to wake up. It’s all I can do.”

“Lie to me,” he almost begs. “Please lie and tell me Loki is going to wake up. I can’t live knowing he had the accident only as I was not a good alpha.”

“The accident wasn’t your fault,” Steve clears his throat as he enters the room. “Do you want coffee or a sandwich?"

“It is my fault, Steve,” Thor insists on taking the blame. “He would’ve stayed at home if not for the fight. I was so angry he sided with the omega making me crawl up the walls. One thing led to another, and Loki stormed out of the house.”

“Thor, the other driver hit Loki with his car, not you. It was an accident.”

“That accident happened because of my behavior. I should’ve chained him up,” the alpha concludes. “Or locked him inside his room. He’s my responsibility. I must protect our pack members, our omegas.”

The monitor controlling Loki’s heartbeat gets louder and louder while Steve and Thor fight. It blends out all the other noises for you as you fear, this is the end.

“Stop fighting,” you whimper. “No…Loki.” You look at Thor, feeling the tears run freely. “He can’t die…he can’t. Please, alpha. Tell me he’s not going to die.”

“’mega,” Thor closes the distance between the two of you to bring you into his arms as the doctor and a nurse hurriedly make their way into the hospital room.

You bury your face into Thor’s chest, crying bitterly. “He can’t die. Please.”

“He won’t,” Thor wraps his arms tightly around your body. He lowers himself to whisper soothing words in your ear, using his alpha’s voice.

“Mr. Odinson,” the doctor tries to get your attention but you and Thor cling to each other. “Mr. Odinson, your brother is waking up.”

“What?” Thor lifts his head to look at his brother who looks at him and you. “But the monitor. What happened?”

“His heartbeat quickened as he was waking up, Mr. Odinson. I must ask you to leave the room,” the nurse softly says. “Just for a moment. Please.”

“I won’t leave Loki all alone,” you look up at Thor. “Please don’t let them kick me out.” You sniffle.

Thor sighs deeply as you tug at his jacket, hoping he’ll help you.

“Little one, we need to let the doctor and nurse do their job,” Thor pecks your temple. “We will go back inside in a few moments and you can annoy the shit out of my brother for me.”

“Oh—okay.”

Wrapping one arm around your shoulders Thor guides you out of the room. He can feel that you are shaking but says nothing. “He’s awake, Y/N.”

You nod. It’s all you are capable of. It’s a miracle to you that your legs didn’t give in yet.

“I hope he’s alright,” wiping your eyes with the sleeve of your sweater you sniffle. “Loki will so hate that his hair is a mess. I didn’t have the time to brush it yet.”

“He’ll scold you. That’s for sure,” Thor chuckles. “He loves his hair. Loki would never admit it, but he’s a little diva.”

“He’s a drama queen,” you point out, making both of you snicker. “Especially when it comes to his hair and hands. He loves to use my scented hand cream.”

“I will tease the shit out of him.”

“No, you won’t. If you tell him I told you about it, I’ll shave your hair off in your sleep, your beard too,” you purse your lips. “I dare you, Odinson.”

“You wouldn’t dare put your hands on my hair, little one,” he looks down at you, a smirk on his lips. “I’ll spank your ass until you can’t sit straight if you misbehave.”

“I will so put my hands on you…” you grumble. “I meant your hair. I won’t put my hands on the rest of you.”

“Of course, you did,” he snickers, showing his playful side as he gently nudges your side. “You’re too stubborn to admit you like someone.”

“I like Loki,” you quip. “If I like someone, I’ll tell them so.”

Thor harrumphs and crosses his arms over his chest. He looks like a sulking angry child.

You smirk at Thor’s reaction.

“Mr. Odinson, Miss Y/L/N,” the nurse clears her throat to get your attention as you are busy having a staring contest with Thor. “Mr. Laufeyson is alert and oriented. We removed the breathing tube. He asked for you.”

“He’s breathing on his own?” you grab Thor’s wrist. “Come on, we need to see him.”

“Hey, wait,” Thor mutters as you use all your strength to drag him toward the hospital room. “Omega, slow down. We should…”

“Stop wasting time,” you huff. “I want to see Loki.”

“Darling, look at you,” you coo as the nurse helps Loki to sit on the hospital bed. “You’re glowing.”

“Y/N,” Loki coughs. His voice is still rough from the breathing tube, and he looks paler than ever. But he’s awake and lifts his arm to point his hand at you. “You look like shit.”

“Thanks for the compliment, you little shit,” you hurriedly make your way toward Loki’s bed to pounce on him. “Never scare me like that again. I’m warning you. If you die, I’ll kill you.”

“You’re smothering me, darling,” Loki weakly lifts his arms to wrap you in a hug. “I’ve missed your pretty face too. How have you been without me taming that big grump.”

“Miserable,” you sniffle. “He didn’t even offer biscuits and tea to me. Your brother is an awful company.”

“I’m standing right here,” Thor clenches his jaw. He doesn’t like you cling to his brother now, not him. He would never tell you so, but he loved that you were seeking comfort in his arms not so long ago. “How do you feel?”

“Like someone ran me over with their car,” your friend huffs. “Did you treat my girl right? I hope you didn’t try to tell her how to behave again. I dare you, brother.”

“He’s fine, Y/N. If he can nag, Loki will make it,” Thor huffs. “I’ll be outside, and you can celebrate your reunion. I hope you know it was stupid of you to drive off only because we argued.”

“Typical,” Loki mutters as his brother leaves the hospital room.

“He was worried,” you finally let go of Loki to sit on the chair next to his bed. “Believe me. He came here every day.”

“Did he cry? I bet he did. Big fat manly tears,” Loki smirks.

“You’re awful.”

“I love you too, darling…”

Much too soon Loki was exhausted and you must leave his room. He needs to rest and recover.

“How is he?” Thor worriedly watches you leave the hospital room. “Little one?”

“Tired, and exhausted. His voice is still hoarse, and he gasped for air a few times,” you say. “I told the doctor and nurse. They said it’s normal. He’ll need more time to recover,” you rub your tired eyes. “I’ll come back tomorrow.”

“Your house is very far away from the hospital,” Thor nervously glances around the hallways. “If you want to, you can sleep in Loki’s room for tonight. It’s late, and you must be tired.”

“I-“ you look at your watch, sighing. Thor is right. It’s late and you are tired. It would be better to stay in Loki’s room tonight. “Okay. Thank you.”

“I got a helmet for you, little one,” he says. “Steve and Bucky are back at the clubhouse. They had stuff to do.” Thor lies. “Let me drive you. I promise to drive carefully with you in the back.”

You swallow thickly. Honestly, you had hoped Bucky or Steve will drive you.

Now you are going to be stuck on a bike with Thor…

>> Part 7

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ktspree13 · 23 days

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Still thinking about that thorki fic where bikergangleader!Thor kills a member with his bare hands for deigning to touch Loki. And his biker gang just rolls with it. And when Loki realizes it, it turns him on so much they have crazy sex with Thor still covered in the guy's blood.

#thorki #loki #thor #marvel #mcu #biker Thor

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kiestrokes · 8 months

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Look Biker Hwa doesn't even have to be a whole fic. Build the world just for me to live in it. You can ask @minisugakoobies! I'm mentally homeless and constantly running away from my problems. Let me squat in your brain.

Luce I hate that you’re finding out like this, but you’re already in my brain. Let me just turn on the fairy lights ✨

@chans-room -knocks on the drift room- lets go bestie, you too!

Let me just grab you three a blanket, and tuck y'all in for story time -pulls up wip-

Brothers Biker Bestie!Hwa (tentatively named Halazia): “Okay, let's go.” Seonghwa stands, letting you slide down his firm thighs until your feet hit the floor of the motorcycle trailer.

“Where?” Sol shakes her head, in attempt to clear the smoke from the fires that Seonghwa had started there.

“To the apartment, I’m not going to fuck you in the trailer. Not yet anyway,” he adds with a smirk.

#wip wednesday #tbh anyone that enjoys my writing can thank luce #without their encouragement I prob wouldn't have half the wips I do #and um yall can sue b for emotional damages if I take this a cryptic route #but also thing them for their lovely brain and helping me give my two jobless whores: HJ + Mingi a place of work #malucefent #brothers biker bestie!hwa #halazia #the sun to my mars #drift compatible #halazia!au #the lucifer to my lokie

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imagine-loki · 1 year

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Imagine series!Loki landing in, of all places, Barrow-In-Furness. He stumbles across a TV show being filmed and initially assumes the hosts are unusually well-adjusted and food-focused variants of himself and Thor, since one is lighter-haired and fairly grounded and the other is darker-haired with a slightly mischievous bent.

Once it’s established that he’s in fact encountered the Hairy Bikers, he’s allowed to try some of the (incredibly delicious) food they were making

#Loki #Others #Imagine #jotun-philosopher #Hairy Bikers

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dilemmaontwolegs · 2 years

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My June Fics

...prev months fics...

Requests: temporarily closed just while I catch up on these and sequels

My Library || Main Masterlist

My Heart Remembers You || Bucky The Rebound {2} || biker!Bucky Body Heat || best-friend!Bucky Feral and Fertile || Dr Strange The Mark || Steve Rogers Claws Out {2} || Stucky The New Partner || Nick Fowler Burning House || Bucky The Interrogation || Winter Soldier First Lady {2} || biker!Steve Run These Streets {2} || street racer!Bucky Quindrabble #4 || Jake Lockley First Impression || Dr Strange Insecurities || Mafia!Bucky Run These Streets {3} || streetracer!Bucky Big Mistake || Steve Rogers Promises || Bucky Until We Meet Again || Loki Sanguis Sorcerer || Dr Strange Deranged and Deceptive || dark!Sinister Strange Birthday Wishes || Stucky Claws Out {3} || Stucky The Horologist || Dr Strange Slipping Through His Fingers || tasm!Peter Parker Obsidian Nights || mafia!Bucky The Secret Life of Bucky Barnes || fatws!Bucky Red || Natasha Romanoff Milestones || Loki Medusa’s Curse || Bruce Banner (2) + 1 || Stucky

#bucky barnes x reader #dr strange x reader #biker!bucky #best friend!bucky #steve rogers x reader #Stucky x reader #Nick Fowler x reader #winter soldier x reader #street racer! bucky #loki x reader #sinister!strange #peter obi #tasm!peter parker #jake lockely x reader

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lostalioth · 7 months

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→ hiii my loves here i go again with an ambitious kinktober prompt list!!!! it might end badly as in i dont finish it as i have the past 2 kinktobers i’ve tried to participate in. which is why i only have 18 days of prompts planned out from the 1st to halloween ill be posting a prompt fic almost every other day so sunday, tuesday, thursday and saturday!! i definitely wouldn’t be able to do a full 31 days when i can barely finish the prompts i laid out the past two years soooo

→ i don’t do taglists as that is too much for me to keep up with however you can follow my library account — @aliothslibrary where i reblog my new fics right after ive posted and thats all i reblog on there so you could turn on notifications for that account if you’d like to be notified when each days fics go out!! here is my masterlist as well :)

→ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!! THIS IS A 18+ ACCOUNT / BLOG !! AND THESE ARE 18+ FICS THEY ALL INCLUDE SMUT.

day one — size kink + body worship w/ stucky

day two — mutual masturbation + gagging w/ eddie munson

day three — knife play + thorat training w/ loki laufeyson

day four — bike sex + oral w/ biker!bucky barnes

day five — shower sex + edging w/ steve harrington

day six — blood kink + squirting w/ miguel o’hara

day seven — face sitting + love marks w/ marc sceptor

day eight — free use + sir kink w/ steve rogers

day nine — bondage + creampie w/ tasm!peter parker

day ten — lap dance + fingering w/ bucky barnes

day eleven — cock worship + praise kink w/ steve harrington

day twelve — high sex + corruption kink w/ eddie munson

day thirteen — against a wall + semi-public sex w/ steven grant

day fourteen — choking + nipple play w/ steve rogers

day fifteen — overstimulation + begging w/ miguel o’hara

day sixteen — orgasm denial + dacryphilia w/ loki laufeyson

day seventeen — phone sex + dirty talk w/ tasm!peter parker

day eighteen— doubled penetration + drunk sex w/ steddie

→ hope you enjoy my babes! please send me feedback don’t be shy to comment on the fics and tell me what you think please i love seeing your reactions to my fics guys!!!! thank youuu for reading if you do and if you don’t welll your lose ;)

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flordeamatista · 8 months

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༄ ༄༄ SUMMER FIC RECS ༄༄༄

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༄ These are some of the most captivating stories from June, July, August.

༄ All blogs and daydreams listed below are 18+

༄ You are responsible for the media you consume

༄ Whenever you reblog a fic, you are sending flowers to the writer

Bucky Barnes

The Dreadful Need In The Devotee @jamalflanagan

Fleece Navidad @the-omni-princess

Come Wind Me Up @/slyyywriting

On Bended Knees @^

Hat, Scarf and Mittens @/writing-for-marvel

He’s Hazardous To My Health [1,2,3,4,5,6,7] @^

You look cold.” + Can we just cuddle all day? @^

Breakable @/syntheticavenger

Midnight City - Mirror ^syntheticavenger

A Hopeful Tale @justagirlinafandomworld

Dirty Little Secret @vellicore

Promises @preciousbarnes

Dangerous @onceuponastory

Tension @sebstanwhore

Bucky Barnes and the Summer Soldier @ramp-it-up

Desperate @buckets-and-trees

Sunset [1] @/targaryenvampireslayer

Wrong Number @^targaryenvampireslayer

On My Mind @^

Waiting a Little Longer @navybrat817

When We First Met @^

Stalked ^

A New Beginning ^

Where We Left Off @^

Easy Target @jobean12-blog

Dark Desires @/jobean12-blog

Hide & Seek @angrythingstarlight

Hide & Seek Drabble @/angrythingstarlight

Bucky’s Goats @/angrythingstarlight

Need To Know @/angrythingstarlight

Enchanted @/angrythingstarlight

Mafia!Bucky (Bumblebee) [1,2,3,] @/angrythingstarlight

Steve Rogers

Brave [1 , 2] @boxofbonesfic

Escape @golden-ariess

My Girl @jadedvibes

Painting Every Color For You @galatially

The Sweetest Thing @/wint3r-h3art

At Your Service [2] @/writing-for-marvel

Stucky

In Our Element @lunarbuck

Under Covers @sagechanoafterdark

Sam Wilson

Touch Me @galatially

Love Like A Wound [2] @targaryenvampireslayer

Dancing's When I Think Of You ^targaryenvampireslayer

Contentment @fluffyprettykitty

Doctor Strange

More Than You Bargain For @/wint3r-h3art

Miguel O'Hara

Apotheosis @wint3r-h3art

Thor

Changed Places @geminixevans-stan

Due Diligence @/boxofbonesfic

The Land of Milk and Honey @^

Loki

Mad at Me @/wint3r-h3art

Ransom Drysdale

Graining @slyyywriting

Ari Levinson

Biker!Ari drabble [1 2] @/angrythingstarlight

Lloyd Hansen

Sub!Lloyd drabble @littlelioncub43

Andy Barber

Ticking Clock [1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7,8, 9,10,11,12,13, ] @syntheticavenger

If I Can’t Have Everything, Then Let Me Just Have You /writing-for-marvel

Never Tear Us Apart ^

You know I don’t like to be teased ^

Good Stuff @avintagekiss24

Supernova /syntheticavenger

Joel Miller

Kinktober Day 22: Thigh Riding @flightlessangelwings

His to Protect ^/jobean12-blog

Tommy Miller

Of the Same Feather @shadeysprings

Din Djarin

Mando M.C. @flightlessangelwings

Aemond Targaryen

The Handmaid’s Dilemma @all-that-glitters-is-goldfish

Santiago Garcia

Truth or Dare @holacia3

#fic rec 💐#bucky barnes x reader #santiago garcia x reader #steve rogers x reader #fic recs #din djarin x reader #aemond targaryen x reader #joel miller x reader #ari levison x reader #andy barber x reader #lloyd hansen x reader #stucky x reader #miguel o'hara x reader #ransom drysdale x reader #doctor strange x reader #sam wilson x reader #tommy miller x reader #thor x reader

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lokisgoodgirl · 1 year

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Full Throttle [Avenger!/Biker! Loki x Fem. Reader]

Part of the Hostile F*cks Collection A link to my Masterlist is HERE

Summary: (3) Wetsuit! Loki decides a change of travel arrangements requires a change of outfit, and other things. (w/c 3.1k) Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Language. Smuttish. Dirty talk. Biker!Loki themes. Dangerous driving. Mild Satchel! cringe.

“She’s gubbed, fellas.” Steve dusted his hands against his wetsuit, pretty face scrunched in dismay. “Comms, engine, satellite, everything.”

“Can’t Laufeyson do something...you know” Barton wiggled his fingers and leant backwards. The sight made you snort as Loki scoffed beside you.

“I keep telling you ignorant rubes that magic doesn’t work like that.” He folded his arms, peering suspiciously down the open ramp into the empty clearing.

Steve threw his hands in the air. “Then we’re jimmied.” he grimaced. “We’re...pardon my language ma’am, up crap creek without a pad-”

He stopped, eyes falling on something tucked behind the storage hold. On two some-things, in fact.

“Jeepers, how could I forget?!” he exclaimed, making you jump. “The Harley Davidsons, I was gonna…” he trailed off again, “-get 'em re-fuelled.”

Barton shot an expectant look at Loki, who shook his head. Clint rolled his eyes. “In that case, next town is three miles over. We’ll need to walk em’ there.” Everyone groaned.

Rogers walked ahead with Barton, deep in conversation over the seat of the motorbike. The endless landscape of unfamiliar foreign soil stretched before you, uneven dirt scattered in patches of green. Steve had insisted that they didn’t change back into uniform, ‘too conspicuous’ he’d said.

The damp wetsuit clinging to your body had now been a constant companion for several hours. A layer of sweat hung beneath the fabric, the warm scent wafting from your lowered zip.

Loki’s cum still clung to the insides of your thighs; fresh memories hammering into your brain with every drying, sticky step.

You could ask him to freshen you up a bit, at least make the suit less damp...but you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction. And besides, if you were honest; you kind of liked it.

You and Loki hung back from your companions, the Harley between you gliding upright placidly of it’s own accord.

“You could do this with theirs too, right?” you muttered, shooting a look at the god beside you who stared ahead at the beleaguered men with a playful smirk. “Indeed. But alas, Agent, they never asked.”

You could get used to this. Loki wasn’t so bad when he wasn’t being a petulant, arrogant pain in the arse constantly. At least, not to you. Perhaps I should fuck him more often, you thought; pushing the thought to the back of your mind as he cleared his throat.

“So Agent” he purred, “Are you looking forward to our little road trip? Barton seems to be under the impression that once we’ve refuelled, we should make it somewhere with communication capabilities in around an hour.”

Loki ran a hand absent-mindedly over his torso, straightening the neoprene. Your gaze hovered where his fingers rested on the hip harness, thumbs tucked into the tight cords pressed against his thick thighs as he swaggered forward. “Although it seems you may be pre-occupied with the past, rather than the future...Agent.”

His knowing words pulled your ogling eyes upward, meeting his gaze; sparkling with mischief. “You are so full of it.” you mumbled, resting an unnecessary hand on the handlebars. “Au contraire, Agent. Not even an hour ago it was you who was full of...it.”

You sighed deeply, teeth clenched as you pursed your lips. “As if I’ll be riding with you” you snorted.

Loki chuckled, “Would you prefer to ride on me, little one? Is that the source of your discontent?” he said, a bit too loudly for comfort.

“Shhhh” you hissed, eyeing your bulky teammates rolling forward up a coming steep hill. They had begun to bicker, Steve trying to wrestle the handlebars from Barton.

“You started it.” the god beside you mumbled coyly, lips stretching with barely-contained mirth.

“Can you even handle one of these things anyway? Might be a bit more complex than a horse.” you sneered, feeling familiar venomous adrenaline beginning to sizzle in your bloodstream.

Loki shot you a sideways glance, his brows lifting as he measured the weight of your audacious slight. He chuckled again. “Believe me, darling; I’ve yet to meet anything I can’t handle. Mare or otherwise.”

You grimaced, staring forward. “Well, regardless of your misplaced confidence- I’m driving.”

It was Loki’s turn to grimace. “I think not, Agent. Loki of Asgard will not be seen posturing like one of your screen maidens on the back of this contraption-”

“-and I’m not going to be spending the final minutes of my life clinging to your back as you kill us both with your arrogance, Loki.” you spat, walking faster to outrun his inevitable retort.

“Would you rather be clinging to my front, Agent?” he called innocently. His velvet tones were tinged with laughter as you stared resolutely ahead, trying to catch up to Clint and Steve.

“Count your blessings, darling – at least you had the best fuck of your life before your imminent demise...” he cooed after you, making you throw a silencing look over your shoulder.

That damn wetsuit still hung on him like a desperate lover; tightening against every decadent curve of muscle with each long stride. He ran a hand through his long hair, a smug look plastered on that devious face as he bit his lip through a smile.

Fuck, he’s insufferable; you thought, cursing the pool of re-warming arousal growing between your aching legs.

The ramshackle dot on the horizon had grown closer, a rickety tavern and make-shift gas station providing an oasis in an otherwise sparse landscape.

“This is the town?” you muttered to Barton. He nodded silently, gesturing to several shaky looking houses dotted further up the hill. Loki was currently occupied with another seduction, this time involving the middle-aged owner of the establishment.

“Cap should really get us some company credit cards or something, this is ridiculous…” you mumbled, making Barton chuckled beside you.

The grey-haired man’s sceptical brow furrowed in a scowl as he sucked a cigarette. He leant forward, increasingly spellbound under Loki’s honeyed words. Rogers held up two cannisters of petrol, the deep lines of the manager’s forehead softening as he nodded in agreement to the god’s proposal.

“Thank you so much, you shall be repaid...handsomely. This I swear.” Loki purred, giving a curt bow to the bemused manager as he retreated.

“You gotta tell me how you do that one day.” Clint said, eyeing the glass bottles lined up behind the smokey bar longingly. Loki grinned, pleased with himself. “Oh, Barton; would that I could. The truth is, I am simply gifted in the art of getting what I want.” He winked towards you, turning back towards Rogers with a satisfied smirk.

Over the next few minutes, you watched Steve and Clint awkwardly re-fuel the Harley Davidsons through the grimy window, swivelling back and forth on a creaking barstool. You looked over your shoulder, realising that the person who you had been very actively trying to ignore wasn’t even there.

A sigh built in your chest, the damp neoprene making your skin itch. ‘We should make it somewhere with reception in around an hour’.

With sudden clarity, you realised there was still time to make sure you didn’t end up on the same motorbike as Loki. Odds were if you went and sat on one, Barton or Rogers would join you first.

You jumped up from the barstool to make a hasty exit, turning just as the door at the back of the dingy bar swung forward; revealing a shadow-clad figure.

The dusty jukebox sprang to life, the familiar revving opening bars of Motley Crue shaking the small space as the manager dropped a glass, swearing loudly.

Your jaw dropped, the smokey haze clearing as the figure rested his elbow against the doorframe, looking up over a pair of vintage Ray-Bans.

Gone was the wetsuit.

Loki’s long legs were silhouetted in straight black jeans, his hip tilted as he tucked a thumb inside the strap of a sinfully low slung studded leather belt.

Fuuuuck, you thought; your stomach flipping. You’d lost count of the amount of times your pussy had shivered with need at the sight of this irritating man today.

What’s one more, you conceded; eyebrows scrunching together as you drank in his newest ridiculously theatrical display with a gulp.

He tilted his chin upwards, the sharp angle of his jawline devastatingly erotic in the hazy air. Long tendrils of hair skated over his shoulders, completely wild. He ran a hand through it, edging the bottom of his dirtied white t-shirt upward.

Hip muscles that had so eagerly pressed against your ass in the cave as he’d mounted you flashed into view; the grooves that lined in his taut skin making a violent shiver roll up your spine.

The t-shirt was tight. Flush against his chiselled abs dark streaks ran down the front like he’d rubbed oiled hands down it unthinkingly. A pendant hung against the v-neck at his chest, dull silver glinting in the low light between fine, dark chest hair smattered below his collarbone.

Loki’s lips curled in a smile below the dark glasses, the edges making his cheekbones sharpen.

He stepped forward, swinging a scuffed leather jacket over his shoulder. The thud of heavy boots stung the wooden floorboards, buckles clanking erotically with every purposeful step toward you.

“You look ridiculous.” you sniped, resting back on the barstool as Loki swaggered closer.

“Ridiculously handsome, perhaps.” he purred, “I’ve made a few physical alterations for the occasion, why don’t you see if you can spot them while we wait.”

You cast your eyes out to Steve and Clint finishing up with the bikes, before turning back to Loki now resting casually against the bar. He had pushed the Ray-Bans up, framing his perfect side profile. Christ, he looked so hot.

His finger hooked into the collar of the jacket resting on one broad shoulder, the leather worn with age. You reached out and stroked it. Still soft, though…- “Agent?” he murmured, raising an eyebrow.

Your eyes snapped up to meet his, before you frowned. “Jesus, Loki...what happened to your face?”

Automatically your palm cupped his cheek, rubbing your thumb over a deep scar which ran down his cheekbone. There was another running through his eyebrow. The skin was raised, even paler than his already fair complexion. It made him look...dangerous.

That’s ridiculous, you thought; realising you were stroking the skin. He’s already the most dangerous man you’ve ever met.

Loki chuckled, tilting his head to the side and capturing your thumb between his lips.

You felt his firm tongue press up the underside, catching the nail as he sucked backward. A small whimper escaped you at the sudden thought of that tongue suckling against your clit, those piercing eyes staring intensely from between your open thighs. The sight of your digit nestled in the warm heat of his mouth was almost too much to bear.

Loki’s eyes narrowed mischievously as he released your thumb with a soft pop. “Just a bit of fun, love.” he whispered mockingly with a smirk. “Call it, a...character study.”

You saw Loki’s fingers drum against the bar, feeling a cool wave like menthol roll over your body. Tattoos adorned his knuckles, the black ink of each letter slightly faded into his fair skin.

You squinted, mouthing the letters; C.H.A.O.S. It made you wonder if he’d added body art anywhere else.

Looking down, you were met with an unfamiliar t-shirt hanging loose; the top of a lacey bra just visible below the neckline. Black denim shorts hung low on your hips; a pair of heavy combat boots feeling solid against the wooden floor.

You raised your eyes to his, pursing your lips. “Easy Riders, Asgard…?” you said through gritted teeth, reciting the writing adorning your baggy tank top.

“I can change it back to the wetsuit, if you like?” he said innocently, making you roll your eyes.

“I cleaned you up a bit as well, darling. I hope that’s alright. Although the thought of you walking around with my seed smeared down your thighs beyond those little shorts was quite enticing.”

You smacked his arm, hard; the draped leather of the jacket providing a convenient cushion for the blow. It wouldn’t have hurt him either way, but it felt damn good regardless.

“Let’s not pretend you didn’t enjoy that.” he chuckled, as you turned to leave for the makeshift forecourt. “I did, actually.” you hissed, as the bell above the door tinkled.

“I wasn’t talking about your futile attempt at a punch, darling.” he purred, pushing off the bar and swirling the jacket around his head as he followed you, his arms gracefully finding their place.

The bright sunlight hit your face, making you screw up your eyes. Steve shouted over, beckoning you with one large wave of his arm. He swung a neoprene-clad leg over the red Harley, shuffling up to let Barton hop on the back. Shit.

“Well don’t you two look cute.” Clint drawled, chuckling to himself as he positioned himself behind Rogers.

You folded your arms, seeing Loki’s long shadow crawl into view on the broken tarmac in front of you. “You’re just jealous, Barton.” Loki hummed casually, sweeping his shaggy hair back where it had fallen over his shades.

“Dude, I wore that shit the first time around. I don’t think I could pull it off these days.” Clint smirked, running his eyes over Loki as his hands crossed around Steve’s stomach.

Loki drew a finger over the long handlebars of the empty green motorbike, circling around the front. “I was alluding to our riding partners, but I certainly agree with your assessment, Barton.” he quipped, before raising a leg deftly over the saddle.

He touched down in a manner that was entirely too sexual to be coincidental, hips thrusting forward as he settled against the leather seat.

“Think you can whip up some jeans and a t-shirt for us, Laufeyson?” Steve said hopefully, as the motorbike growled to life. Loki shook his head, “I’m afraid it-”

“-doesn’t work like that...got it.” Steve huffed. “We’ll rendezvous at the police station in the next town.” Loki rolled his eyes as his teammates’ bike wheels caught traction, carrying Rogers and Barton away in a swirling haze of dust.

The god slid up the long saddle, his spread thighs aching sexy encased in dark denim. Creases of fabric were raised at his hips, the bulge of his crotch outlined tightly against the jeans as he flexed his fingers around the handlebars. Rays of low afternoon light glinted on his glasses, messy curls falling around his face as a smile tugged his lips.

“Hop on, Agent.” he purred, kicking up the side-stand.

You sighed, accepting the inevitability of the situation. “Front or back?” you said mockingly, ambling over to the god straddled like a model atop the vintage bike.

Loki crossed his thick forearms over the handlebars, “Are you flirting with me again, love?” he goaded.

He smirked, watching your face harden with growing amusement.

You gripped the shoulder of his leather jacket, swinging your leg over the back of the bike. The curved seat fit perfectly to the space between your legs, pressing fiendishly against your throbbing clit.

How does he do this to me, you thought; rubbing needily against the hard leather between your legs for some temporary relief, suddenly realising Loki hadn’t manifested you any panties.

Loki straightened, one knee rising as he stomped down on the kick-starter to the side. The engine roared to life beneath his touch, the hum searing up your channel; sizzling every nerve.

He revved the engine; long tattooed fingers clasped tight around the throttle.

It felt fucking incredible.

“It’s so loud…” you yelled, feeling Loki’s back vibrate with laughter; his bladed jawline slicing into view as he threw a look over his shoulder.

“Things I ride have a tendency to be loud, Agent.” he bit his lip, eyes narrowing momentarily as you slid your hands around his waist. “You of all people should know that.”

Before you could think of a response, he revved the throttle again; louder this time, drowning out your gasp of surprise. Your fingertips dug into the leather tight on his torso, squeezing against the solid mass of muscle beneath the jacket as he pulled onto the open road.

Your thighs squeezed against the cool metal sides, pressing forward into the backs of Loki’s knees as you accepted your imminent demise. The engine growled louder as the god sped up, sporadic traffic beginning to appear in passing as you edged closer to civilisation.

“Watch out!” you screamed, bracing forward against his hard body as the motorbike swung to the left. You heard the low rumble of laughter through his back, pressing your forehead between his shoulder-blades.

“I was quite a figure on the drag-racing rally circuit in the 1960’s within this realm.” Loki said, his voice inexplicably clear in your ears as trees blurred at the side of the road. “You’re right. It is rather different to equestrian pursuits.”

Adrenaline soared, new confidence rising at the thought of that this was not, in fact, Loki’s first time. Of course it isn’t, you thought; raising your head to peer around his shoulder.

A car whipped past, making you jump as your hair whipped across your eyes. “Fuck!” you screamed, bursting into a peal of raucous laughter against the wind. Loki swerved again, tilting the Harley to the left as you clung on for dear life.

A wave rose in your stomach as a horn blared at his audacity, the roar of the petrol engine deafening you as he tore up the single carriageway. Huge potholes littered the unkept tarmac, every one dodged by the expert gliding movements of your Asgardian pilot.

His buffeting hair caught between your lips, making you rub your mouth against his jacket to free it.

“Loki, look…” you yelled, peering around his shoulder as your crossed hands tightened against his stomach. Cap and Barton came into view, trundling along at a very conscientious 30mph.

“Go faster, Loki!” you murmured against his shoulder, the leather moist under the condensation from your breath. “I can’t hear you, Agent.” Loki coyed, his voice breaking with mirth.

“Go faster…” you said, squeezing your legs on either side of the motorcycle like a stallion; nudging your breasts repeatedly against his back as Loki leant forward.

“Louder, Agent.” Loki yelled, the gravel in his deep voice catching as he commanded you.

“Faster, Loki!” you screamed, your face turning to the sky as he twisted the throttle all the way. You gasped as the earth whipped away from you, velocity pulling you backward as everything inside you tightened.

Exhilaration flooded your bloodstream, catching a glimpse of Barton’s utterly bored face turning to bemusement as you and Loki tore past at the speed of light.

A feeling of weightlessness filled you, the warning tones of Rogers whining voice passing as mere droplets on the tunnelled air; letting your arms fall to the side and be raised on the wind.

A primal roar erupted from Loki's throat, reminding you of the way he had lost himself inside you pressed against the wet limestone. He shook his head, curls flying backward out of his eyes.

Your palms were outstretched, fingers tracing the outline of every gust as your head fell back; hair buffeting wildly. Loki's victorious glee turned to something else as you felt him straighten at the loss of your touch.

“Agent...be careful.” Loki growled, one hand clasping like iron to your bare thigh.

His fingertips sank into the skin beneath the hem of your shorts as you laughed wildly, a whoop of freedom escaping your throat as you relished the turning of the tide.

“What happened to your ‘character study’?” you yelled, returning your hands around his waist, “I thought you were a badass, now.”

“I am, how you say...a bad ass.” he grumbled, pressing one large palm against your re-clasped hands. You pressed your forehead to his leather jacket as your body shook with laughter, tears pricking your eyes.

The engine hummed as miles flew by. Loki had slowed, slightly; and you found your attention wandering from the landscape at the side of the road to the one beneath your fingertips.

Your hands had fallen to rest on his hips, fingers sliding to gain purchase on the denim wrapped around those muscular legs.

“Agent…” Loki murmured warily, clear as day over white noise. The wandering hand slid over the curve of one thigh, squeezing firmly.

“Agent.” he growled, the menacing velvet rumbling through heavy breaths beneath the leather as he upped the speed once more. He swerved a deep crack in the tarmac, roaring forward into the path of an oncoming truck.

Palming against the rough denim, you felt the outline of his cock hardening furiously beneath your touch as he thrust upward involuntarily.

Fire sizzled through your core, feeling the thick meat of his manhood grow, inflating to fill the space of your flat grip. You moaned against the nape of his neck. Loki’s shoulders rolled back, a small judder shaking him as his breaths grew short.

A deep horn blared as Loki swerved sharply, feeling the rush of air sweep over you both as the truck thundered past inches away. You burst out in a screaming laugh against his back, giving his straining cock a squeeze.

There was a screech of tires as the god made another turn, braking harshly making the back of the Harley swing in a semi circle. Sharp gravel flew against your bare legs, dust filling the air; coating you both in a thin sheen of grey.

Loki swung a leg over the bike, twisting sharply and bunching your t-shirt in a fist. He hoisted you from the back of the bike, a flat surface slamming against your back before you had time to think.

“Chaos, Agent. Is that what you desire now?” he growled, tightening his grip. Your eyes flickered down to the fist clutching your tank top, the tattooed knuckles turning white as his gaze smouldered with rage.

“Doesn’t it make you feel alive?” you keened mockingly, echoing his earlier words of seduction in the cave. “I guess your ‘character study’ inspired me.” you quipped, making the furious god release you with a theatrical shove and a grunt.

“You think this funny?” he spat, towering over you with his hands on his hips. You shook your head, biting your lip. You didn’t know what had gotten into you, but judging by the warm juices seeping from your pussy underneath his venomous words; you liked it.

“I think you need some time to cool off, Agent.” he said, enunciating every word. He slammed a palm beside your head against ageing wood, the heavy scent of leather filling your flaring nostrils as breath caught in your lungs.

You stared up at him, his pupils blown wide. A cracked sign swung above your head, the force of his theatrics making it sway – alkohol I hotel, it read.

“You seem thirsty, Agent” Loki murmured, lowering his lips to your ear as you trembled with desire; fingers clenching and unclenching as you attempted to stop yourself reaching for his body.

His jeans were fighting a losing battle against his furious cock…long, thick and tempting against the line of his hip. “I shall pick up a key, and I shall meet you in the bar. Yes?”

You nodded, pulling at the pendant dangling from his neck. The dirtied t-shirt stuck to the thin sheen of sweat coating his abdominals. God, how you wanted to rip it off.

Your fingers drew down to rest on the studded belt, pulling his hips towards you with a pathetic whimper.

“Patience, darling.” he purred, “Let’s see how you and this particular side of me get along on a more intimate level, shall we?”

“W-hat do you mean?” you stuttered breathlessly, as Loki’s eyes narrowed.

“Let’s say that there are certain proclivities associated with this brand of myself that I look forward to introducing you to, Agent.” he smirked, thrusting the hard column in his jeans into your waiting palm.

Continued in: Full Throttle: Motel Part of the Hostile F*cks Collection

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