Stop Bullying People For Liking Things

Stop Bullying People for Liking Things

I'm so done with getting bullied for just enjoying something. This video put all of my thoughts into one video. Thank you. Holy Shit.

18 (Eddie Munson)

Summary: You use Eddie to piss off your parents.

Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Warnings: Angst, mentions of weed, swearing, SFW, religious parents, not proofread bc I'm gonna be late for work.

Inspired by the song 18 by Anarbor

You'd grown up a goody two-shoes--church every Sunday, straight A's, pleated skirts. You were a clean, cookie cutter good girl.

Until your parents decided it was time to raid your room. They'd found the secret stash on the top shelf of your closet. This shoebox carried the entirety of your real personality. The small baggie of weed you'd gotten from Eddie Munson and your treasured collection of Black Sabbath tapes were confiscated. Then you were sentenced to being grounded for the foreseeable future, only being allowed to go to school and tutor classmates on Tuesdays and Thursdays.

Your main tutee was Eddie Munson, two times held back, he was determined to graduate this year along with you. You weren't good friends with Eddie by any means, you'd tutored him for the last few weeks and exchanged pleasantries in the halls (meaning he would bow at you dramatically and you would smile uncomfortably).

At least you weren't one of the kids who judged him and his friends endlessly. You didn't think of the Hellfire Club as freaks or nerds, if anything, you envied them. They were free to express themselves completely.

Your first tutoring session with Eddie had started awkward but quickly became comfortable. You guys chatted for a little while about music, Eddie was surprised that your tastes didn't differ much. He gave you a couple of his tapes to borrow and even slid you a little bit of weed for free (anything for a rebel cause).

He was the first and only person you told about your parents busting you. It's not like you had any friends, unless you're counting your church friends and they would stand right behind your parents on the issue.

Eddie was positively outraged about your parents "oppressing your spirit". His anger managed to rile you up, dragging you out of the spell of sadness you'd been swimming in for the past few days.

"That's bullshit, Y/N," he shouted. You sat on the desk, a copy of the pre-calculus textbook sprawled out beside you. He stood from his seat, pacing the empty classroom.

"I know. I would ask for some weed but I think my parents might actually be considering a drug sniffing dog," you groaned, laying back onto the table. You felt your plaid skirt rise a bit on your thighs, but you let it be. You knew Eddie would notice (he wasn't very inconspicuous), and you honestly didn't mind the attention.

"Fuck your parents! How much angrier can they get?" He questioned, throwing hiss hands in the air.

"I guarantee they can get angrier. That's something I would love to see. Maybe I should get a tattoo, or pierce my eyebrow, or I could--"

"Bring home an older, held back, long haired, tattooed, good ol' fashioned freak as your boyfriend," he pointed at you quirking a brow.

Eddie had very clearly had a crush on you. He would shamelessly flirt, constantly calling you pet names and asking for extra tutoring time accompanied by a sly wink. You figured he was pretty much joking. You can flirt without liking someone. Besides, you weren't innocent. You would let your eyes linger or let your hand rest on his arm for longer than necessary. It was fun and exciting, he was probably the only person in this school that knew your personality went deeper than seemingly perfect facade you displayed.

You considered Eddie's offer for a moment. It felt awful to use him, but he was offering. Besides, you could only imagine the shock on your parents' faces when you arrive in their driveway without your bike, but in a van driven by Eddie Munson blaring Ozzy Osbourne's latest. With that picture circling the forefront of your mind, you decided.

"You might be a genius, Munson. I could kiss you," you laughed.

"You probably should," he smirked, a shit-eating grin taking over his face.

***

"This next left turn is my street," you directed Eddie from the passenger seat. Your Mary Janes were propped up on the dash, Hand of Doom blaring through the open windows. You hair was flying out of your ribbon due to Eddie driving 50 in a residential.

"Sure thing, Princess," he hollered, swinging the wheel left.

You watched as several of your neighbors peeked through their curtains or stepped onto their porches to find the cause of the ruckus, your parents included. They stormed out of the front door upon realizing it was their perfect daughter perched in the van beside the town delinquent.

Eddie pulled right into the driveway, not bothering to lower the volume. You waited in the seat as Eddie hopped out and jogged around to open your door. He grabbed your hand to help you out of the seat.

"They look so pissed," he whispered, pulling you in by the waist. Against his chest, you wrapped your arms around his neck, squealing as he lifted you into the air.

"A+ for the acting, Rebel," you hummed in his ear.

He set you down and pulled back slowly. You grinned at him as he backed you against the van.

"I do live to put on a show," he stroked your arm that remained rested on his shoulder.

"Wanna kick it up?" You asked, leaning into him. You watched his cheeks tinge pink as you went in for the kill, or kiss. His hands immediately found your hips, and yours tangled into his hair.

Eddie met the energy you gave off, the kiss completely skipping any semblance of innocence. Your tongues battled as you guys amped it up for performance purposes, of course. Even you had to admit, it was a bit much but you couldn't bring yourself to care-- too lost in Eddie.

Finally the two of you pulled away, him giving you another peck before pulling away totally. You winked at him before started the walk toward your fuming parents, who stood on the porch in disbelief.

"Bye, Princess!" Eddie shouted, hopping back into his van.

"Bye, Babe!" You threw the last punch as he pulled down the street, going faster than he did on the way in.

"What in God's name are you doing with your life?" Your dad shouted.

"Is this the boy who gave you drugs?" Your mother was nearly crying.

You didn't answered, just rolled your eyes as you entered the house. Your parents followed you in, throwing questions after question at you.

***

So if you wanna piss off your parents

Date me to scare them.

Show them you're all grown up.

If long hair and tattoos are what attract you,

Baby then you're in luck.

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anti-herosprettybby

2 years ago

𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐘𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 || 𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐍

summary: in which you forget your wallet and offer eddie a quid pro quo. oh, look at you using big words! [eddie munson x bimbo!reader]

cw: smut || 18+ only [ft. oral sex (m receiver), reader is dumb (obviously, so if that bothers you.. goodbye!]

a/n: i rewrote this entire thing 4 times 😃 i still don’t really like how some parts turned out but let’s pretend it’s because i’ve stared at it for hours on end and not bc it’s actually bad <3

“That’d be 20,” Eddie says, sliding the bag of weed towards you over the wooden table.

You open your bag to look for your wallet only to not find it in its usual spot. You look inside the bigger compartment, ruffling through makeup bags, receipts and strawberry lollipops but come back empty handed. You look back at Eddie, offering him an anxious smile, “Just a sec.”

He nods and rests his forearms on the table, toying with the wristband of his watch while he watches you open all three of your makeup bags, the glass bottles and compact powders clinking against each other.

His eyebrows raise at your mumbled curse. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah, yeah. S’just…” you giggle nervously, twirling a strand of hair. “I forgot my wallet. Silly me.”

Eddie grimaces in pity. “Well that’s unfortunate, sweetheart, but you know what they say…” he takes back the plastic bag and dumps it into his toolbox, closing the lid sharply. He smiles sarcastically, “Flattery doesn’t pay the bills.”

Your shoulders drop as he stands up, but before he can put his leather jacket back on your face lights up, resembling a cartoon having an eureka moment. Or so Eddie thinks. “Wait! I could pay you some other way, if you want!”

“Cash only, you know the rules.” Your twinkling laughter lets him know he said something stupid, which coming from you should probably bruise his ego a little. “What?”

“That’s not what I meant, silly,” you chuckle, adjusting your position on the bench and leaning forward conspiratorially, resting your chin on the palm of your hand. Eddie gulps as your eyes drag down his body to his groin then back up to his face. “I meant, I could do you a little favour.”

“A favour,” he repeats blankly.

“Yeah, like a little– ugh, what’s the word?” You muse, your front teeth trapping your lower lip. Eddie has to admit that the way your brows furrow in concentration is adorable. “Oh, yeah, a little quid pro quo! I suck your cock, you give me the weed for free,” you sing-song, smiling at him.

Eddie is many things. A freak, a nerd, an academic failure, a drug dealer. He is not dumb, though, even though the vast majority of Hawkins High would like to defer. So it’d be very dumb of him to turn down a blowjob offer from one of the prettiest girls in Hawkins.

He’s seen you around town before, walking around with your short skirts and dresses and tight shirts, heeled mary janes that probably cost more than anything inside his trailer clicking against the pavement. You were one of the few people in Hawkins that didn’t cast him aside, in fact, you had always been kind to him whenever he got the courage to talk to you.

Whether it was because you were simply too nice or because the fact that he was Eddie “the Freak” Munson just flew over your pretty little ditzy head, he’d never know.

So sue him if he had a teeny tiny crush on the local airhead.

Then he remembers the hunk who usually had an arm wrapped around your waist. The meathead that would bump into his shoulder if they crossed paths. The jackass that would make your shoulders drop and a sad look cloud your face when he mocked you as you played around with the figurines on display in the comic shop he frequented.

His mood sours.

“Don’t you have a boyfriend?”

“Yeah, but he won’t mind. Half the weed is for him anyways.” You shrug, clearly unbothered. “Besides, it’s not like he hasn’t been sneaking around with like, half of his girl friends behind my back. At least I’m doing this as a favour to him.”

Eddie’s eyes widen. “Shit, no way.”

“Yeah, he must think I’m stupid or something. I mean, I’ve already found three different fake nails in his car. Do I look like the type of girl to wear black nail polish?” You tilt your head to the side, your shiny purple nails clicking on the table. Eddie shakes his head with a snort. “Exactly! So, are we gonna do this or not? I have a hair dresser’s appointment in like an hour.”

Eddie shifts in place, kicking some leaves up in the air. As much as this is a dream come true, he doesn’t wanna take advantage of your predicament. Hoping you don’t take it back, he asks, “You sure this is cool?”

“Yeah, it’ll be fun!”

He wonders if your idea of fun is usually this fucked up but finds himself nodding in approval. “Yeah, sure. Fuck it.”

You clap your hands in excitement and stand up, your skirt flaring as you twirl around to walk to the opposite side of the bench. You stand in front of him, fingers linked together as you bounce on the balls of your feet. “So, like, do you wanna stand or sit down?”

Eddie stares at your glossy mouth as you talk, down to your low cut top that exposes the swells of your chest, and lower to your short skirt that will most likely rise up if the barest hint of a breeze passes you by.

“I, uh, I think I’ll sit,” he says, lowering himself to the bench. He gulps when he’s face to face with your boobs, your nipples straining against your shirt.

Yeah, he thinks as his cock stirs awake, sitting down was the smartest choice.

“Wait,” he grabs his jacket and dumps it in front of him. “For– for your knees. So the leaves don’t hurt you,” he explains when he sees the confused look on your face.

Your heart swells inside your chest. You have to clutch it to make sure it doesn’t burst from the seams. “That’s so sweet!” you cry and give him a quick peck on the cheek before kneeling between his legs.

You shuffle until you’re in a comfortable position, caressing his thighs gently when you’re done. “It’s super comfy, Eddie. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” he exhales, watching in anticipation as you unbuckle his belt and undo his jeans. He helps you out by raising his hips, pulling down his boxers himself just enough to get his cock out.

Your mouth falls open. “Oh, wow.”

His cock isn’t even fully hard yet but it’s still an impressive sight, barely thicker than it’s longer and decorated with two cute veins on either side that lead to the pink tip. Your favourite colour.

You reach forward to touch him but he shifts back awkwardly, shoulders drawn up. “Sorry about the mess,” he says, more pink coating his cheeks. If he keeps this up you’re going to fall in love. “I didn’t think I'd be getting blowed during a deal so, uh, y’know… housekeeping missed a week.”

He’s embarrassed, you realise, catching up to the misunderstanding. About his… pubic hair? You laugh internally, how dumb is this boy?

“I don’t care about that, dummy,” you keep stroking his inner thigh, now touching his skin. He’s so warm.

Your honesty is so clear in your eyes that it helps him relax. Your hand hovers above his mound and only touches him when he nods shakily, petting it softly. Your eyes light up with happiness and god, Eddie loves that shine on you. “I think it’s super hot, actually. Kinda wish my boyfriend kept it like this.”

Eddie sighs as you litter warm kisses around the base. His dick twitches when your nose bumps against it. “He doesn’t?”

He doesn’t know why he asks, but he’s curious. So very curious to know what you see in that asshole, what it is exactly that Eddie’s missing. And maybe, just maybe, he feels a burst of proudness when you shake your head with a sad pout.

Eddie: 1

Asshole boyfriend: 0

Your kisses move upwards, your lips pressing sweetly all around his cock and your tongue tracing the veins. Eddie is practically vibrating with anticipation, his hands hovering on either side of your head like he doesn’t know if he can touch you.

“You can touch me, Eddie,” you mumble against his length, the vibrations sending a shiver down Eddie’s spine. “You can do whatever you want. Here–”

He swallows down the whine of despair that threatens to come out of his throat when you pull away, has to bite his lip to stay quiet when you take off your top and your tits fall out.

You take his hands and press them to your chest. “Feel them,” you guide his fingers so he can squeeze them, letting out a breathy moan in response. Encouraged, Eddie does it again, this time by himself, and sneaks out of your hold to twist your nipples. “S-soft, aren’t they?”

“Fuckin’ perfect,” he corrects.

You swallow harshly, the praise and Eddie’s eyes glued to your boobs creating a gentle warmth inside you. “I, uh, thought you might’ve wanted something pretty to look at. Trees can get a little boring. A-and you can use them as stress balls, too! Just anything y’want, really…” You shake your scattered head and grip him once more, Eddie cursing from your sudden movement. “I’m gonna suck you now, ‘kay?”

“Whenever you want, sweetheart.”

Something in the tone of his voice makes your thighs clench together.

You purse your lips and dribble some spit onto the tip, spreading the rivulettes around with firm strokes. Eddie’s breathing hardens, and when you finally wrap the soft cushions of your mouth around the head and suckle on it like the lollipops you’re always munching on, it’s like he’s stopped breathing all together.

“Shit,” he curses, the feel of your wet tongue swirling around turning his brain into mush. He can’t think straight, not when he looks down and sees you slobbering all over him, slurping loudly as your head bobs up and down enthusiastically.

“Holy fuck, that feels so good.” You’re fighting back your gag reflex, he can feel it– your throat contracting around him as you try your best to fight off the urge to throw up, desperate to keep him snug inside your mouth. The spasms cause his head to fall back, the grip on your tits tightening until you’re whimpering.

You’re a sputtering mess when you pull away, spit dripping down your chin and onto your chest, which is panting with the effort to relieve your burning lungs. You keep stroking him, though, your fist gliding with ease thanks to all the drool you left on him.

“Look what you did to me,” Eddie says, eyes glued to the tip that oozes precum like a leaky faucet. You follow one of the pearly white drops on its path down to his balls and, never having been a wasteful person, lick it up.

Eddie groans the feeling of your soft tongue kitten licking his heavy balls. “Do that again,” he begs, hands leaving your chest to keep you down where you are, pressing you against his base. You’re overwhelmed with all things Eddie: his scent, his taste, the sounds he makes as you plop both sacks into your mouth and suck them.

Eddie slumps back against the table, the sharp edge digging itself into his back but he doesn’t care. He’s spewing curses and the sweetest sounds you have ever heard. “Oh god, you feel how full they are? How full of cum they are for you? Never got this fucking needy for anyone, I swear to fucking Ozzy or- shit, I don’t know. Feels like I’m gonna explode.”

Nothing makes you wetter than having a cock in your mouth and the evidence is obvious in your panties. You pull them aside and play with your clit as you roll Eddie’s balls in your mouth, pressing two fingers into your dripping hole in search of relief. Knowing that your digits were sticky with his precum and your spit rips a cute little mewl from your chest, and you press your face further into his groin.

You sigh in pleasure, eyes fluttering shut while you pump your fingers. With a kiss to each of his balls, you lave your tongue on the underside of Eddie’s cock, flicking the slit to embed his taste in your mouth.

“Oh shit, are you touching yourself?” His voice gets higher from the surprise and the arousal, something rabid growing in his stomach. He combs back your hair so he can see your eyes. “That’s– that’s so hot. You have no idea how fucking hot it is.”

He can’t look away from you. Wants to burn the image of your mouth stuffed full and your teary eyes and your lips stretched wide as you try to give him your best smile. Your nipples are grazing the rough fabric of his jeans, your tits bouncing up and down as you drool all over him.

He doesn’t think he can last much longer, not when you touch him so good and sound so pretty even and he knows he’s the reason you’re so desperately fucking your own fingers. It’s then that the wet heat of your mouth envelops him again.

All hell breaks loose.

He thinks he’s burning up, he has to be. His skin is hot and sweaty, his mind delirious and he can’t keep himself from spewing the first thoughts that come to mind. “I bet that little pussy is beautiful. Sweet too. It’s– It’s gotta be, with how fucking pretty you are. How sweet you always are to me. Always so nice to me, laughing at my awful jokes. Even if your idiotic boyfriend is around. Goddamit,” he clutches the bench beneath him, eyes screwed shut. “I’m gonna cum, sweetheart. Where- Where do you want it? In that tight throat, that pretty face? Anywhere, anywhere you want.”

You pull away with a lewd popping sound, Eddie’s eyes rolling back. “My face, please. Want you to make me pretty,” you say breathlessly.

Your inner walls flutter at the sight of Eddie losing himself in his orgasm. He’s always been pretty but now, with his lips raw bitten, his hair a wild mess from running his hand through it, his face flushed and his shirt sticking to his sweaty chest? He’s beautiful, gorgeous, every synonym in the dictionary.

You await with an open mouth and the second the first spurts of his cum hit your cheek, you’re cumming yourself, movements stuttering and thighs closing in on your wrist. Some of the spurts enter your mouth directly and you gulp them down without hesitation. Others drip down your forehead and cheekbones before they touch your parted lips, your tongue darting out to collect them.

“Come here.” He grabs you by the back of your neck and leans forward to kiss, not even caring that you’re covered in him. His nose presses against your cheek as he swallows down your whiny moans, tasting himself on your tongue.

He’ll blame the mushyness on his post-orgasmic bliss, not worried about anything when you’re switching his deep kisses for sweet little pecks that could make his knees buckle.

“Oh!” you exclaim when you notice the clump of white on the tip of Eddie’s nose. You swipe it off with your thumb and lick it up, not even worrying about your own state. “So, uh, I read that cum is like this super amazing facial… maybe we could do it again sometime?”

Oh, bless your silly little heart.

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anti-herosprettybby

3 years ago

༻ 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐀 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 | Tarzan!Steve Rogers x doctor!reader

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 | 6’6” Steve, feral behaviour/feral!steve, nomad!steve, fluff, scientist!reader, gentle giant!steve, soft!steve, size difference, SMUT - minors DNI, size kink, manhandling, unprotected sex, creampie, sort of animal-like behaviour, mentions of dead parents, specific warnings in each part.

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 | S.H.I.E.L.D. had a lot of secrets, you just never expected one of them to be an actual person—a blue-eyed giant, wild manbeast at that.

♫ ·ﾟ𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐀 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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𝗔/𝗡 | well hello everyone! This is based on my short drabble about Tarzan!Steve, but changed a bit for storyline purposes. In this verse, Sam has always been Captain America and best friends with Bucky. Also, since I felt weird with consent from Steve’s side, there won’t be smut until part 2 where he’ll fully understand what sex is. BUT, there will be an alternative dark!Steve version that’s sort of just pure filth because why not. No gifs/photos belong to me, found bottom ones on Pinterest [1 | 2] all credits go to the original creators. [*=smut] ☼ 𝐃𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐊𝐨-𝐟𝐢 ☼

Feel free to send blurb requests or asks about this series! ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐉𝐎𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓!

For blurbs and the alternative dark version since this story is completed: 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓: 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 — ˖◛⁺⑅♡ 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐒: 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍

˗ˏˋ𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭ˎˊ˗ ⋰˚ 𝐂.𝐄. & 𝐂𝐨. 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 — 𝐀𝐎𝟑

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Alternative DARK version*

What A World Drabble Masterpost: 1 - 2

Role Reversal: 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐄𝐲𝐞 [feral!reader]

𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐑𝐁𝐒/𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒:

bubbles

a lil about steve

marking*

typical jungle boy behaviour*

little hand

baby fever?

his mind, body, and soul*

9 kink drabbles* (see more drabbles in the gallery👇)

steve and his adventures with food: 1 — 2 — 3 — 4

steve wants a pet: 1 — 2

letters from steve

winter wonderland

𝐆𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑𝐘: tags

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Discussions/Drabbles: thots — fluff — dark — dark!reader — angst

All asks — Theories — Art — Ideas — Videos/TikToks — ??

Specific tag drabbles: sex toys* — periods — sex tape*

Tarzan!Steve aka WaW!Steve — Dad!Tarzan!Steve

Spicy Videos

Setting: Jungle

Terrible, Awful Things (Loki x F!Reader)

A/n: Yeah, I wrote this while watching Loki season 2 episode 2 3 times in a row. What about it?

Word count: 5.5K of pure smut OOPS

Warnings: Smut with incredibly miniscule plot. 1st POV. Established relationship. Unprotected PIV. Primal/prey kink (Loki's gonna chase you!). Dom/sub dynamics (that are handled very poorly, and your first time using them should absolutely not be like they are in this fic!). Use of daddy. Inappropriate use of magic/illusions. One (1) pussy slap. Vibrator. Edging. Reader is a total brat! Good for you! Multiple orgasms. Implied aftercare, but not in detail.

Terrible, Awful Things (Loki X F!Reader)

It all started with a party. One of Tony’s big shindigs that he likes to put on for no particular reason, an excuse for all of the Avengers holed up in the Avengers Tower to get glammed up and get shit-faced.

Loki and you are squished right next to each other around a little round table with Natasha, Bucky, Tony, Sam, Steve, and Thor. The drinks have been flowing unbounded, loosening everyone’s lips to a dangerous point in a very unhinged game of Never Have I Ever.

“Never have I ever been railed to a point where I can’t walk,” Natasha says with a sly grin. Notably, Steve, Bucky, and Tony do take a shot, avoiding eye contact with everyone else. Loki takes a shot as well, but you do not.

And everyone stares at you.

Including your partner.

“What? I haven’t,” You say defensively.

Natasha glances between Loki and you skeptically. “I find that very hard to believe. Tony’s a perv; he chose to not make the walls sound-proof.”

“I’m not saying I’ve never been railed successfully, or haven’t been sore, but I’ve never, like, got up and collapsed,” You shrug, glancing at Loki, who is staring at me with a softly stunned sort of look. You put a hand on his shoulder, giving him a look as if to say It’s not an insult.

It’s Tony’s turn next, and his eyes are still glued on Loki and you. “Alright…never have I ever wanted to be railed to a point where I can’t walk,” he says slowly, still staring at you both.

You look down at the table and slowly drink.

Everybody starts screaming. Bucky claps Loki on the back as if he knew Loki was in for it. Loki’s mouth has slightly opened in shock as he barks out a single, sharp laugh.

“Okay, I think I’m done with the game now~,” You say, backing away from the table sheepishly. “I’m gonna turn in. Goodnight, y’all!” You squeak, turning around.

And promptly running directly into your partner’s chest. Damn his teleportation skills. “Hi,” You say in a tiny voice as his hand closes around my arm, holding me tightly.

“Hi,” he says, almost too cheerfully.

“Hi,” You repeat, not sure what to do. Your eyes flit around for an escape route.

“Everything all right?” Loki asks inconspicuously, his brow furrowing in that way that makes you melt.

“Everything’s great. Everything’s great…you want a drink, love? I can get you a drink before I turn in, yeah?” You ramble. Loki lets go of your arm and scans the crowded room, avoiding the blatant stares from the table you were just at.

“Oh, I’m fine.” He says, tilting his head and stuffing his hands into his pockets as he looks at you, almost condescendingly.

“All right. Then…I’m just gonna head off,” You say with a little fake laugh, patting his chest and slipping past him.

His hand captures your arm again, preventing you from going anywhere. “Oh, don’t rush off in a hurry now, darling. We were just getting somewhere with that little game we were playing. I’m so terribly sorry that my performance hasn’t been to your satisfaction, my love!” He exclaims in mock sorrow, a hand pressed to his chest.

“No, Loki, that’s not what I meant-” You insist, trying to apologize.

“I know what you meant. And I don’t care. If you want it, you’re going to get it,” Loki interrupts, his voice dark and low as he looks down at you. You’re in a silent haze, looking up at him with slightly parted lips, ready to do anything he asked of you. “You have 15 seconds head start.” He says suddenly, surveying the room once more, then looking down at you.

“I-I what? What?” You repeat dumbly, blinking.

“You have 15 seconds. To start running. Before I come after you.” He elaborates slowly, leaning down over you. “You want to get tamed? You want to get put in your place? You want me to fuck you so hard you can’t walk? Congratulations, darling, you’re about to get your wish.”

Swear to God, your brain was about 5 seconds behind. You blink at him before his words set in.

You swallow hard when you realize what is to follow—a chase. A hunter coming after his prey.

The hunter? Him.

The prey?

You.

“Time starts now. Best start running, little rabbit,” Loki warns in a low voice.

\--/

So that’s how you ended up here, sprinting down the hallway. From counting in your head, you know that your 15 seconds are over and Loki will be coming after you. And there it is, those long, confident strides echoing down the hall. Not even trying to run, as if this were easy.

Smug bastard.

You glance over your shoulder and see him walking, no, strutting towards you. He unbuttons his suit jacket swiftly with one hand and you swear, you could’ve came right there.

A little whimper that’s a mix of fear and arousal escapes your lips and your knees almost buckle. You turn away from him however and turn a sharp corner.

And that’s when you hear his footsteps pick up.

You are so fucking screwed.

You run as fast as I can, abandoning holding up your skirt and using your arms to propel yourself forward. Thank god your dress wasn’t that long. You can hear his fast and heavy footsteps behind you, advancing on you, stalking you.

You descend down a flight of stairs much slower than you would have liked, being unable to skip steps or jump to the bottom due to your heels. You can hear him getting closer, gaining on you. You make a left, using your hands to brace against the wall to slow yourself down so you don’t go colliding into it. You pick up speed again and you can hear him right behind you.

And then he laughs.

This fucker laughs as if this wasn’t affecting him at all.

His deep, rumbling chuckle reverberates up the walls, spiraling over you in dexterous sound waves that wrap you up in his baritone and chill you to your core.

And then you run into a locked door. You smack up against it and try to recover, looking around for an escape.

There is none.

And there is Loki, slowing to a stop a few feet before you.

“Come on!” You shriek, struggling against the doorknob.

“Come on, pet. Did you really think you could outrun me?” Loki asks, only slightly out of breath as compared to your sharp huffs.

“Uh…yeah,” You say with a bratty smirk. You concentrate all my energy on pulling off a little magic trick that Loki had been teaching you.

With a rather pathetic fizzle as compared to the blinding green and gold grandeur that accompanies his own magic, you disappear before his eyes.

Loki’s eyes narrow and his neck twitches slightly as he inhales a sharp breath. “Little rabbit. You’ve been learning. Impressive,” he mutters to himself before turning around and beginning to stride toward where you came from.

\--/

The first place that you can think of is the floor that your bedroom is on. With a sad fade-in, you find that my teleportation was a success! You allow yourself a few moments of celebration for being able to pull off the magic on such a short notice and under stress. You hear footsteps approaching quickly and turn to bolt, thinking it’s Loki, but it turns out to be Natasha emerging from the hallway that leads to your bedroom.

“Oh, thank God! I don’t know what I did down there, but I am in so much trouble with Loki and I am going to get my ass handed to me if he catches me! Like, sexually!” You explain in one breath to Natasha, stumbling towards her.

“Woah, woah, what do you mean?” She asks in confusion.

“He just told me I have 15 seconds head start to run and that he was going to tame me and put me in my place and fuck me so hard I-” You try to clasp her hand, but it falls right through her in a green-gold shimmer.

Your face falls as I watch the illusion of Natasha disappear. You whip around to find Loki standing in the doorway of the only exit from here. He’s rebuttoning the button that he had popped open earlier as if it were important to compose himself like a distinguished gentleman, although there was nobody else to be seen. “So unsophisticated, darling. You done being a naughty girl, hm?” He asks, tsking his tongue in disappointment before his eyebrows twitch with his condescendingly dark question.

You try to focus on teleporting yourself once more but to no avail. It almost feels like there’s a block in your mind, preventing me from accessing what Loki had taught me. You open your eyes and see Loki giving you a pitiful look, shaking his head as if to say You’re not getting out of this one.

“Hey! No fair!” You whine, turning and trying to race to the kitchen. Like before, however, he’s standing right behind you. You swerve to avoid colliding with him, but instead tumble off balance and collapse on the floor to the right of him.

Loki sighs and watches you tumble to the ground, then looks back at the other illusion of him directly across. “It’s not a fair fight,” he agrees with you.

You try to crawl and clamber to your feet in the hallway, only to find Loki emerging from the shadows at the end of it. You turn around - Loki. Your hand grasps at the doorknob to your bedroom and push your way in.

One, two, three Loki’s follow you inside.

You’re fucked.

You are completely and utterly fucked.

You back up against one of the walls, watching the Lokis converge in a little triangle surrounding me. You notice their shadows growing longer, larger beside you. You glance over and see that they look like Loki in his regalia, with his horns standing tall and proud on the two shadows on either side of you.

You look back at the illusions. The one on the left has one arm crossed over the other, the other arm raised to brush his lip as he looks at you. The one in the middle has both hands in his pockets nonchalantly, and the one on the right is fixing his cuffs.

All three of them are staring directly at you with looks that could only say You’re in for it, now.

And you have never been more aroused in my life. If it weren’t for your panties (which are now completely ruined, mind you), you know you would be dripping down your leg. Something in their eyes tells you they know it too.

The middle Loki’s eyes flash green and suddenly the shadows on either side of you have reached out and grabbed you, pinning your hands above your head. You shriek in surprise and try to fight them, not knowing that this was a power that Loki had. “Since when is this a thing?!” You ask in astonishment.

Loki doesn’t answer, instead tilts his head as he considers you. “Are you done yet?” The one on the left asks.

“Don’t see much more of an option,” You grumble, pulling against the shadows.

“That’s a no, then…” The right one tsks in disappointment.

“Wonder what could make you my good girl again…?” The middle Loki asks rhetorically, taking a step closer.

You let out a little whine, tilting your head pathetically as you look at him with big eyes.

“Did you have fun? Running away? Testing me?” The one on the left asks, advancing on you.

“I know what you’re doing, y’know,” You say defiantly, tugging against the shadows still.

Loki’s eyebrows jump up as he considers you, daring you to continue wordlessly.

“You’re just trying to scare me, get me into submission so you can have your way. So you can do terrible, awful things to me,” You spit, looking at him.

He closes his eyes and inhales deeply before shaking his head in disappointment when he notices you’ve gone quiet. “No, no. It’s riveting. Keep going. I want to hear more,” he urges, stuffing his hands in his pockets. The other two Loki’s have dissolved into oblivion.

“Good!” You huff, although your voice has a nervous little wobble in it. “You can only use your magic to get me to submit. You’ve never done this before, but of course now you’re relying on what you know. Can’t play fair.”

Loki’s head tilts down as he stares at you through his hard brow. “Is that right?” He asks darkly. The shadows begin to bring your hands down from above your head to behind your back, forcing you down on your knees slowly.

“You just use your skills and your magic and your teleportation and illusion-casting to get what you want. That’s all. You’re starting to make me believe that gods don’t even have that raw stamina we talked about earlier,” You shrug, finally dropping my fight with the shadows as you look up at him from your seat on the floor.

He inhales a sharp breath, looking up at the ceiling, then down at the floor.

And he chuckles.

And it scares you.

Because you know it cannot be a good sign.

“Thank you, pet…very much. I really am touched.” He inhales a sharp breath. “You know, you’re right. I have done some terrible, awful things,” he admits, squaring his body up to face yours. His voice is so hushed, almost at a whisper as he exaggerates his words. “Yeah, maybe that is who I am. It’s the real me.” He claps, startling you. “A loser. A runt. Always have been, always will be,” he agrees, leaning in. Your brow furrows in confusion as he continues. “And perhaps I’ve been…” He struggles for the words, his eyes growing a little wider, a little more feral. “...holding something back.”

“Loki…” You warn quietly, working back against the wall on your knees with the shadows.

He advances on you slowly, breathing a little harder. “Perhaps I’ve just been…biding my time.” He flashes you a toothy grin that screams danger, like a wolf’s mouth. “Perhaps I’ve just been waiting for a moment like this…” he folds his arms in front of him, one hand clasping the other as he stands directly above you, looking down at your knelt form. “So I can do terrible…awful things. To you,” he whispers calmly, a menacing grin on his face.

“Loki,” You whimper, looking up at him.

“What is it, little rabbit? Don’t tell me you’re done now, after all that fight you put up? Where’s your spirit, hm, darling?” He taunts, tilting his head. “So, I’ll ask you one more time. Are you going to be a good girl?”

You don’t know why, but you shake my head “no.”

Actually, you do know why.

You want to know what the consequences of your actions are for once.

“Hm. Alright then. Your choice, darling.” Loki says. The shadows relinquish their hold and slip away and Loki leans over you, grabbing you and pulling you up to your feet. He pushes you back on the bed, making you yelp in surprise. “No magic, hm? That’s fine. That’s just fine,” he purrs. He grabs two of his ties from his dresser and ties each to one of your wrists, and then to the frame of the bed, securing you tightly.

You tug on the ties but find them impressively tight. Since when does he know Boy Scout knots? Loki leans over, running his hands all over your body before grasping the fabric of your dress and ripping it off of you. It lays at your sides in tatters, which Loki tosses aside. You gape at him in shock, so surprised by that sheer display of strength. “How’s that for god-like athleticism, hm, darling?”

He goes into the closet and pulls out a small box. You watch him carefully, curious to see what his next move will be, not knowing what to anticipate. He opens the box and you watch him pull out a little curved red vibrator. One part goes inside, and the other latches onto the clit in some sort of sucking manner. You recognize it from ads and know that there’s a matching controller.

“That doesn’t work without a controller, so…whatcha gonna do?” You challenge, trying to come off as unbothered but it just lands as nervous.

He reaches back into the box and pulls out a little remote control with a challenging eyebrow raise. “This one?”

You fall silent. Of course he would have the controller; why wouldn’t he? He’s not an idiot.

“We’re going to have a little Q&A, yes?” Loki asks, kneeling on the bed and pushing your legs apart. He peels your soaked panties off and brings them to his nose, inhaling the scent like an addict. “Naughty girl. You liked being chased, didn’t you, little rabbit?”

Your silence is met with a swift slap to your cunt, making you shriek in shock. This is completely new territory. “Your safeword is Tesseract. Use it wisely,” Loki instructs. He looks down at your sopping pussy, not with lust (although there is always lust in his eyes when it comes to you), but almost with a clinical eye, as if he really didn’t care that it was practically weeping for him, but wanted to make sure it was in working order. “Don’t really think I’ll need to get you ready, will I? So, your question is this. Why are you being such a brat? Simple question, really, but doesn’t mean we can’t…enjoy ourselves as we go along,” Loki says, turning on the vibrator and watching it roar to life.

Your eyes widen at the intensity of the vibrations. You squirm, trying to lock your ankles together to keep your legs shut, but Loki is having none of that, grabbing your legs and pushing them to your chest, spreading your legs enough for him to tuck the vibrator in and attach it snugly to your clit.

You let out a cry, straining against the ties as it rumbles powerfully both against you and inside you. It’s intense and my body trembles immediately at the sudden intimate feeling where you had been aching for it most. Loki lets your legs go, moving off the bed so he’s just standing at the foot of it. He watches you squirm and writhe, trying to escape the intensity. Or trying to lean into it.

Even you couldn’t tell.

He evaluates the controller. “What does this one do?” He asks, glancing at you as he presses a button. A rhythmic pattern vibrates within you, almost as if in morse code. You let out a little gasp, tightening your hands into fists.

“L-Loki! Don’t just push buttons on that!” You insist, your body reacting against the vibrations dually stimulating you. “You could make me cum way too soon.”

Loki pauses, looking at you as he purses his lips. “Could I?” He retorts. His voice is light yet dark, innocent yet dripping with sin. It makes a desperate, shameless moan escape past your lips. He presses another button that gets rid of the pattern and puts it back to how it was before.

You bite your lip, your head tossed back on the pillows as you try to bite back your moans. “This is exciting,” Loki chuckles, shifting on his feet in eagerness as if he were watching a sports game and not torturing you.

“Turn it off,” You whine, tilting your head. “Daddy, turn it off~!” You insist before letting out another little shriek when he hits the up arrow, intensifying the vibrations by one notch. “Oh! Oh! Okay, all right, all right-” You sob desperately.

“‘Daddy?’ Ooh, darling, that’s new. I like it,” Loki chuckles out, his lips forming a tight “o” as if he were impressed. “You are dirty, aren’t you?”

“I didn’t mean to be a brat, Loki, okay? I don’t know why you think that!” You insist, trying to work your way out of this predicament.

“I don’t know if you know this, but I’ve done some terrible, awful things in the past…” Loki begins, throwing your words back in your face.

“Yeah, yeah, you have. You’re doing it right now, Loki!” You ramble desperately.

He grins at you like a kid in a candy store before pressing the up arrow again, making you cry out once more. Your body is on fire, alight with arousal. You can feel that fuse beginning to burn deep in my belly, making your legs start to tremble and your back arch.

“I swear I didn’t mean to,” You whimper quietly, sweat beginning to bead on your forehead.

“Darling! You’re so convincing! I want to believe you, but you’re just– You’re such a good actor! So pretty when you want something,” he purrs, looking at your desperate body.

“Daddy, daddy, please, I swear-” You beg, tears starting to form.

“God, so gorgeous. So convincing,” he continues, ignoring you. His eyes travel down to your pussy, need dripping down your thighs. “Please tell me the truth. I know you’re lying.”

“Okay, okay, okay! I was just playing the game, alright, I was just playing along. I was drunk and was stupid,” You half-lie, hoping that the slight truth would be enough to fool him.

You realize that, although you don’t know why, you weren’t allowing yourself to cum.

Not without his permission.

It wasn’t something that you had really done before, orgasm denial. Sure, he would ask you to wait so we could finish together, but he had never edged you or anything like that before. So why were you being so obedient whilst also defying him?

“Right. So you were just feeling so drunk and silly that you thought insulting my performance publically was a good idea?” Loki asks, turning his head and glaring at you. “I had given you every drink tonight, and that was barely your fourth. I don’t buy it.”

He turns up the vibration again and you let out a long, drawn-out cry, scrabbling at the ties as your legs close in on themselves. He doesn’t stop you, instead, his gaze just hardens. “Do not cum.” He orders darkly. “Why are you making it so hard on yourself, hm, darling?”

“Oh my god~” You squeak, screwing my eyes shut. “Daddy, please, I swear. I wasn’t thinking, I just- was making a joke!”

“A joke? Well, it was very funny. Really witty,” Loki acknowledges before turning up the vibrator gradually, listening to it grow louder and louder along with your own desperate sobs and moans. The tears finally flood out, dampening your cheeks and making your makeup run.

“Don’t cum, little rabbit. Don’t do it,” he reminds starkly. You can barely think, You can scarcely speak with the intensity of the vibrations and your orgasm increasingly creeping up on you. You’re not sure you can hold it. “Just tell me why you were so adamant on acting up, my love.” His voice is so soothing, as if this was a civil conversation.

“I just wanted to know!” You exclaim finally when you know you can’t stop yourself anymore. It isn’t much of an explanation, but hopefully he will understand. To your absolute dismay, the vibrator stops, killing your orgasm with it. “No!” You sob with a devastation a little too dramatic. Perfect for Loki. “I just wanted to know what you would do…” You whisper, utterly defeated.

“There you go,” Loki coaxes with that velvety purr. He looks at you, watching your chest heave, the tears roll down a little slower. “Got there in the end.” He places the remote on the dresser and leans over you, pulling the vibrator out of your cunt. There’s a few strings of arousal connecting it to you. He brings the vibrator to his mouth, sucking your juices off of it, all while staring at you. He lets out a little noise of content, drawing a whimper from you in jealousy.

“This all started with you saying you wanted to get fucked so hard you wouldn’t be able to walk. I do hope you’re ready for that to happen,” Loki challenges, quirking his head as he begins to unbuckle his belt.

This is almost equal torture, watching him strip lazily, still staring right at you as he peels off his jacket, unbuttons his shirt, unzips his pants. And you can’t touch him.

“I’m going to untie you. And you’re going to ride me. You will beg for permission to come,” Loki orders, undoing the ties around your wrists. He massages your wrists, kissing the marks that were left behind by the fabric. He lays down, propped up against the headboard in a leisurely seated position. He strokes his cock lazily, watching as you straddle him, dizzy from lust.

You take his cock from him, giving it a few pumps and hovering over it, dragging the swollen tip through your folds before sinking down. Loki’s hands reach out instantly, snatching your hips tightly and stilling me. You let out a whine, looking down at him with eyes that were just pitiful with need. “Slowly,” he orders, looking at you and relinquishing his hold on your hips to allow you to slide down on his cock slowly.

you let out a little whine as his coarse hairs brush against your clit when you’re fully seated on him. Your legs are spread to either side of his slender hips, your hands braced on his strong, pale chest. “Go on, darling,” Loki urges, holding intense eye contact with you that makes your pussy flutter. You begin to roll your hips, little moans escaping your lips as you start to ride him.

“There you go…atta girl, there’s a good girl,” Loki praises softly, his chin tilting up a little as he tries to control himself, although it’s clear this is affecting him more than he’s trying to let on as his breathing increases. You let out another little moan, your nails scratching at his chest as you ride him expertly. Your legs are starting to burn, but you keep riding him, feeling your orgasm approaching.

“Are you close, darling? Hm? Do you remember what you need to do to cum?” Loki asks, looking at you expectantly.

“Please, daddy, can I cum? I wanna cum on your cock so bad, I wanna cum…please!” You beg, my body going pliant as I bounce on his cock, feeling it swell inside me.

“Go on, darling. Cum for me. Cum for daddy,” Loki allows, almost growling as his hips buck up to meet yours, making you lurch forward, collapsing on his chest. Your sweaty skin is sticking together, your breasts pressed against his chest as your body spasms and you cry out in pleasure, your hips stuttering as he fucks you through it.

But he isn’t stopping. “L-Loki~” You gasp out, feeling your tears starting to well up again.

“You can take it. You can cum again for me,” Loki grits, pushing you up off of his chest and holding you up, his large hands enveloping your breasts, kneading them as he bounces you on his cock.

Your head falls back as you let out a pitiful sob, your hands on top of his as he works and twists your nipples. Your hips roll against his pathetically, your energy drained but way too aroused to want to stop. “Feels good, doesn’t it? Getting just what you want?” Loki asks.

You nod your head, letting out a “mhm,” unable to muster up proper words. In your head, however, you’re thinking that I’m really the one doing all the work…

Clearly you were a little too cockdrunk to remember that he could see your thoughts.

“Really? You’re the one doing all the work? Is that what you think?” Loki asks, tilting his head.

Your eyes widen when he vocalizes my thoughts, and it doesn’t connect what he has done. Not that it really mattered. “You will come again,” Loki demands, reaching down between you and dragging his fingers from where his cock is stretching you out up to your clit, bringing your dripping cum to circle around your clit. His tone tells me that there’s absolutely no room for you not to follow his orders.

His dexterous fingers tweaking your clit paired with your thrusts against him sends you over the edge at an embarrassingly fast rate, only a few minutes after your first orgasm. Your body trembles as you struggle to keep myself upright.

Before you can think, before you can come down from that high, Loki is flipping you over, staying tucked inside me but pinning your back to the bed, forearms braced on either side of your head as he ruts into you passionately, hot breath fanning over your neck.

Your eyes are squeezed shut in passion, his thrusts puncturing out weak little squeaks from your chest. “L-Loki!” You practically wail, reaching around him and clinging to his slender, defined back as if it would save you. Your nails scrabble at him; You know they’re leaving streaks of red in their wake but it doesn’t seem to faze Loki whatsoever.

“I do sincerely hope you have nothing planned for tomorrow…I don’t think you’ll be able to go anywhere,” Loki chuckles darkly in your ear, pressing his lips against that spot that has you preening, legs tightening around his hips as the tip of his cock kisses your g-spot repeatedly.

Loki reaches down, grabbing your left thigh and anchoring it up over him. Just by keeping that one leg pinned up over him, he’s able to spread you perfectly on his cock as he parts your insides deliciously.

“I’m gonna-I’m gonna fucking cum again, Loki, please let me cum!” You beg pathetically, knowing you haven’t a prayer of holding back.

“Do not cum,” Loki growls, pulling back to look down at you. Fuck, he looks like a god. He is a god. His raven hair, once slicked neatly for the party, now hangs around him in messy droves. His eyes are wild, and sweat beads his hairline, glistening down his neck and across his collarbones.

Your brows furrow in desperation as you cry out in contempt, your legs shaking uncontrollably once more as you try to hold it back. He fucks you steadily, burying his face back in your neck and making sure that you are thoroughly covered in a plethora of purple splotches.

You know you can’t hold on any longer and Loki can tell too. He reaches down to begin swirling his fingers over your clit. “If you don’t cum in the next 5 seconds, you don’t get to cum at all,” he orders. “5…4…3..tw-” He doesn’t even have to finish counting down before your back is arching off the bed, gripping his shoulders as your legs shake uncontrollably. You feel a surge of wetness between Loki’s and your bodies and something tells you that you just squirted all over him.

You can feel it dripping down your ass, forming a pool beneath you, but you can’t seem to care as Loki keeps up his swift strokes. The stutter of his hips indicates he’s getting close, along with the way his groans increase an octave, verging on whines as he fucks into you. “Take it…fucking take it!” He growls before slamming into you powerfully one last time, his cum filling you up, oozing out and meeting your squirt down on the bed.

Loki falls limp on you, breathing heavily into your ear. You can’t really talk, but you tap on him rapidly to indicate that he’s crushing you. He rolls over with a little laugh, his body still glistening with sweat. “My gods, darling,” he chuckles breathlessly.

Your voice finally comes back to me, weak and hoarse as it is from screaming his name. You sit up and swing your legs over the bed with an effort to go to the bathroom to pee and clean yourself up, as both of your spend is currently dripping down your legs in a little waterfall.

And the second you stand up, you crumble. As you sit there, awkwardly knelt on the floor, my legs tucked to the side, you remember exactly how this whole night started and I realize it ended with Loki being right. You try to clamber to your feet but fail miserably. “L-Loki?” You squeak quietly.

You look up behind you to see him peeking down from over the bed, the biggest shit-eating grin on his face. “Oh dear. Something the matter? You seem a little…unable to walk.”

“Fuck you,” You grumble, pouting on the floor.

“Darling, I just did. Three times over. Would you really like to go again?” He challenges playfully. He gets out of bed, and although his knees are a little wobbly too, he manages to pick you up, one sturdy arm under your knees and the other securing your midsection as he carries you to the bathroom.

“I love you,” You whisper, kissing his collarbone and leaning against his chest.

“Not as much as I love you, darling, I promise,” Loki vows, kissing your forehead.

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anti-herosprettybby

3 years ago

Down with Crush (Loki x Female Reader) (18+)

Summary : You're an avenger and Loki have a crush on you, but he'd never express his feelings to you. But your thoughts infiltrate his head every waking moment, to find the relief he ends up on Tumblr every night to read Y/N x Male reader fics.

Warning : 18+ , Minors DNI , Sub loki, Male masturbation, slap kink

Note : This is what happens when I can't sleep and sub loki is on my mind.

Down With Crush (Loki X Female Reader) (18+)

Loki got enamored with you from the very moment he saw you. You are an avenger, a very popular one. And he absolutely adores you, however he'd never allow his feelings to come to the surface, his secret will remain intact. He can't handle another person rejecting him or the bundle of affection he had to offer.

So he kept the fact that he fancied you to himself. Everytime you smiled at him, his cheeks flushed. Everytime your hands brushed against his he would feel the butterflies, you're strong but there is a softness about you that he would have wanted to explore if he wasn't so afraid of rejection.

Whenever he wasn't saving the world he would hang out in his room surfing through his phone on this thing called web. He had found his favorite site, a site called Tumblr. He loved reading fanfictions, apparently that's what they called it. But he wasn't reading fictions about himself, no no no he was reading about you. He loved searching for your name in there.. Y/n x Male reader, it all started very innocently. He'd search for something fluffy and imagine those scenarios in his head about you. But then he stumbled upon a sex fiction, a smut piece if you will.

He has never come so hard as he did that night. He fondled himself until he exploded all over his torso, he felt so ashamed, so guilty, he felt like a pervert but he couldn't help it. He was so addicted to you. It felt like a drug that he needed in his veins.

"Let's see if I could find something tonight" he muttered under his breath as he laid down on his bed with his phone in his left hand, he made sure to get naked first. You always made him cum so hard, even though he was just imagining it all. He scrolled and scrolled to find a good smut fic that would make him tremble with need. And he finally did.

"Y/n x sub male reader.. fucking hel..yess" he started reading the fiction and it was a piece about you edging him mercilessly, he spat on his palm and then it went straight over his already hard and leaking cock. He needed a release that he craved so badly, he bit on his lips and then licked it as he scrolled down further. The dirty words scribbled by the writer were downright filthy.

"Awhhh my pretty boy you look so pretty like this, all tied up for my pleasure" he moaned audibly as he pictured you on top of him, his arms tied up over his head as you would talk down to him. He pumped his cock up and down slowly, his thumb rubbed against his tip. The sweat beads started to form on his forehead and pooled between his chest, he kept the temperature up for that same reason, he loved feeling so sweaty, so dirty as if he was actually there making love to you, fucking you. Your sweat drenched bodies rubbing against each other, the thought of your warm pussy made him even harder.

"Are you my good boy or not? Because you're being a real brat right now" The y/n in the story gave a small little slap on the reader's cheeks and he pictured you doing that to him. Oh he wanted to feel you slap him, hurt him, do whatever you wanted to do with him. He closed his eyes and thought about your hands as you slapped him hard. So hard, he wanted to feel the sting and then maybe a gentle caress, he'd love the mark you'd leave on him, he moaned loudly as he increased his strokes, he rubbed his precum all over his palm as he fisted himself.

"Ohhh I'm your good boy miss y/n, yes I'm your good boy..fuck please miss..ahh yess" he mumbled as he felt himself getting closer to his peak. He threw his head backwards on the pillow, arched his back as he felt the knot building up in his core. He envisioned your mouth on him, taking him in, your tongue running around his shaft, his length, his balls even and he felt so nasty.

"Cum for me whore" the line made him explode instantly and he screamed your name as he let go, he loved the degrading name being used for him, he wondered if you'd be into this type of thing. It was all fiction afterall. He looked at the cum that splattered all over his torso and he massaged it over his skin, he just wanted to close his eyes and picture you doing this to him. He was obsessed with you, truly obsessed but he would never let his feelings out to you or make you uncomfortable with this.

Because he knew you'd never be into him, you're too good for him, you're beautiful, so smart, a hero. He's not worthy of you, the thought made him tear up and as soon the euphoria he felt from his orgasm died down, the guilt creeped in. You're his friend, one of the only people who genuinely seem to care about him. He truly felt ashamed of such thoughts, but he knew he'd come back to this whenever he'd see you again out there being your gorgeous self. He knew his mind would wander again as he'd picture filthy scenarios in his head about you. He can't have you but he can imagine.

He got up to get showered so he kept his phone down on the bed and left for his bathroom, and that's when you came out of his closet that was right next to his bed. It was his birthday tomorrow. You wanted to surprise him with a gift, you needed the exact size of his shirt but when you heard his footsteps approaching towards the room you hid in his closet.

And you saw everything. You saw everything he did, the way he pleasured himself and screamed your name as he came.

And you intended to use this surprising revelation in your favor tomorrow