Me, a maladaptive daydreamer: Dang, I wish I could live in the stories I made up in my head :/

Desired reality/Reality shifting: Oh, I think I can help.

Never related to anything more.

Who’s Loki? (pt. 2)

Part One

Prompt: You’re the baby of the team only being 18 years old. You are young and have much to learn, but you can’t help but get yourself in mischief.

Warnings: BIG smut, language.

“I invited you to stay for a small while, not to seduce the youngest of us.” Thor scolded his younger brother, who had his back against the counter rolling his eyes. “Oh please, she began that,” Loki sneered crossing his arms. “Had you waited a moment longer, you would have seen more of a show.” “I do not wish to know what you were about to do with young Y/N, but brother I will warn you now…If you make another advance on her or so much as make a suggestive comment towards her, I and the rest of the team will not hesitate in striking you down where you stand.” Thor threatened a dangerous look in his eye. Usually, Loki would make a smug remark but decided it would be better to keep quiet. He simply nodded in understanding and that was the last of it. Thor told no one of what he had walked in on and he said nothing else to Loki or you. He had shown Loki to a spare room and shut him in it for the rest of the night, not wanting him to wander about freely. Thor knew Loki understood his threat, but he didn’t know the mischief his brother may start when he was not being watched. The next day you woke up, pushing the events of the night before to the back of your mind. You walked anxiously down the hall, scared to face Thor. You feared that he had told the whole tower about the position he had caught you in, but you didn’t show your embarrassment. You exited the elevator, now wearing spandex under your big t-shirt. You let out a yawn as you walked into the kitchen, heading straight for the fridge. You ignored anyone who stood in the kitchen, searching through the fridge for some fruit. As you picked out a box of strawberries, you shut the fridge only to be met by an all too familiar face. Loki stood, sipping a cup of coffee, a small smirk on his face. You jumped a little at his sudden appearance. “You that desperate for the good-good?” You chuckled, bringing the container to the counter. You watched as he gave you a confused look, not understanding what you meant by ‘the good-good’. “I assume you’re making some sort of mortal reference to the events of last night? As I would love to engage in that discussion, my dear brother has already threatened my life. You have been deemed off-limits.” He spoke nonchalantly, taking another sip of his coffee. He put his back against the fridge, waiting for you to respond. “Sucks to suck,” You retorted, biting into a strawberry. You made direct eye contact with the god as your lips folded around the fruit. Your comment and your sudden actions took Loki by surprise, his mind immediately beginning to wander. He began to wonder about how your lips would look wrapped around hi-… he snapped himself from his thoughts. Before he could respond you were already walking away. As days went on, the more you would figure out ways to tease Loki right under the noses of the team. No one, but you and the two gods knew anything of what had taken place between you and Loki, but whether they knew or not they were still protective over you. They didn’t leave Loki alone with you often, Thor did his best to always be in the room with you two if no one else was. The flirtatious tone you held in your voice and the small comments you would make towards Loki raised no concern with the team. You had always loved to make people uncomfortable and figured that was what you were doing to Loki. The things that went completely unnoticed by the team, were the small touches you would lay on the raven-haired god. The way you would curve your lips around certain foods, the way you would suck your fingers clean of food, as you stared intensely at Loki. They took no notice to the fact that you always seemed to be next to Loki when you two were in the same room. Even if they did notice your eyes lingering on the younger god, they wrote it off as curiosity or a harmless crush.  As you walked into the kitchen, hot and sweaty from your recent training you were quick to place your eyes on Loki. Once again he stood in the kitchen, with Wanda this time. You saw a chance to tease him, you walked towards the two. You wore only spandex and a sports bra, carrying your water bottle. “Pardon muah,” You smiled at Wanda as you shuffled between the two, acting as if you were trying to give Wanda space. You made sure to push your butt out just enough to have it slide across the black jeans that sat on Loki’s hips. Your actions going unnoticed by a laughing Wanda as you blew kisses at her when you passed. You walked to the sink and began filling your bottle with water. “How was training?” Wanda started to make conversation with you, as you approached the fridge. “A bitch, but I think my butt may be getting fatter, look,” You steadied yourself on the fridge and began bouncing up on your toes, making your butt jiggle, “Imma bounce this ahhs for a rich ass bitch!” You began to yell the song as you began to throw some ass, Wanda threw her head back laughing. The two of you were close in age and you were pretty close friends, so you acting like this was nothing new. However, you knew she wasn’t watching you the way he was. You could feel his eyes, admiring your body. You stopped dancing, laughing, as you opened the freezer and grabbed an ice cube. “God, Y/N what a darling you are,” Wanda said sarcastically as you rubbed the ice cube on your chest as if you were just trying to cool yourself down. You stuck your tongue out at your friend, rubbing the ice lower and lower, acting as if were simply innocent. As you and Wanda talked a little more, Loki watched as you guided the ice across your skin. He took in the way your spandex hugged you just perfectly, the way your bra exposed just enough of your chest for him to admire. As he stared he could feel himself growing, ideas of what he could do to you when the two of you were alone, ran through his mind. As Wanda and you laughed over something stupid you had said, Loki abruptly excused himself to the bathroom. You smiled as you saw him trying to discretely cover himself. “I gotta go shower, I smell like shit and I need to cleanse myself,” You excused yourself and headed towards the elevator, but took a hard left down the hallway instead of going up to your room. You swiftly reached the bathroom, trying the door, you turned the knob and pushed yourself into the smaller room. You put your back against the door as you made sure to lock it, you were greeted by an annoyed Loki. He stood in front of the mirror trying to adjust himself in his tight pants, he held his green sweater up with his other hand. “You are quite evil,” He grunted trying to readjust to make the tent in his jeans less obvious. A dangerous smile covered your face as you admired his exposed torso, he was toned and all you wanted to do was run your tongue over his abs. “What’s the matter? Something in your pants?” You teased as you walked over to him. You gently grabbed his hands pulling them away from his body, placing them on your hips. You glided your hands over his torso, but he was quick to grab your wrists. “Darling, you’re breaking the rules.” He whispered as he held your wrists in both of his hands. Every ounce of him screamed at him to spin you around, rip off your spandex and shove himself inside of you, but he argued with his instincts. He took in a deep, uneasy breath trying to settle himself. “I make the rules,” You said slyly, as you slipped one wrist from his hand and began to undo his jeans. He willingly let go of your other, letting you get into his pants faster. “You’re not off-limits to me.” You slipped one of your hands into his pants, grabbing him. Once again he let his head roll back, as you ran your thumb over his second head. A small smirk crept onto your face as Loki fought to keep his hands off you. You knew he wanted you, just as bad you wanted him and the fact that he had been banned from you, made things so much sweeter. You abruptly removed your hand from his pants, buttoning them back up. You quickly moved to unlock the door and pulled it open. Loki looked at you completely confused, you made your way back over to him and quickly told him to crouch. You tore the ponytail from your hair and began to mess with his. Loki utterly confused went to protest but was interrupted by you faking a laugh. He stared in the mirror at you utterly terrified. “What’s going on?” Came Steve’s voice as he walked into Loki’s view in the mirror. Steve looked at the two of you, confused as to what was happening. “What? I’m giving this bad bitch a ponytail, sorry you’re not cool enough to have long hair.” You said in a matter of fact tone, as you continued to put Loki’s hair up into a pony. “You’re too old to understand, ask Bucky.” Steve stared at you, slightly offended at the fact that you had called him old. You shrugged your shoulders muttering 'I don’t make the rules, sorry’ as you walked past Steve, leaving him to stare at Loki. Loki still stood crouched down, a low pony resting on his neck. “She’s correct you know.” Loki agreed, as walked past Steve as well. Leaving the super soldier to mess with his hair in the mirror. You had avoided Loki the rest of the day, purposely of course. Your little bathroom adventure, almost got you two caught…again. You thanked every god you could think of, that you had been able to hear the ding of the elevator. You weren’t sure who the footsteps belonged to, but you heard them heading towards the bathroom and you acted quickly. You now sat in your bedroom, laying in a tight tank top and your underwear. You didn’t much like clothes and if you could you would walk around every day in your underwear. You flipped through Spotify on your tv, trying to figure out what you wanted to listen to. Since your little touching fest with Loki earlier, you had been damp. In the shower, you had tried to relieve yourself of your needs but were unable too. You had felt how large Loki truly was and now you knew you wouldn’t be happy until you had him. You settled for The Weeknd, Wicked Games the first song that began to play as you hit shuffle. You placed your tv remote on your bed stand and laid back. You slowly slid one hand into your underwear, as the other groped the pillow behind your head. Your mind immediately went to Loki, you closed your eyes so you could see his face better. You softly rubbed your bud, thinking of the things you would love him to do to you. Then you quickly dipped a finger inside yourself. You moaned as you pleasured yourself. “Very bold of you to believe your hand is an equivalent to myself,” came Loki’s voice from the foot of your bed. You gave him a lust-filled smiled, as you kept your exact position. You lay on your back, one hand gripping the pillow behind your head, the other still inside of you, and one leg brought up to give you easier access. “Bold of you to assume you’re the one on my mind right now,” You stared at him, your hand still slowly moving. You stared at him from your position, as he stood watching you at the end of your bed. You took your eyes off Loki letting out a seductive moan as you arched your back, gripping the pillow harder. “After this, I will be the only one to occupy that mind of yours,” Loki growled, in a blink of an eye he had ripped your hand from your underwear and brought both your wrist above your head. You watched him carefully as he knelt back between your legs, pulling his sweater over his head. He then grabbed for your underwear, admiring the wet spot where you had soaked through. “I’d like to see you try,” You dared him as he slipped off your underwear, throwing them to the side. He held a dangerous look in his eye, as he grabbed your legs dragging you across the bed so you laid completely flat. “You dare to speak to a god like that,” He hissed as he angrily undid his pants. In less than a moment, Loki was hovering over you once again. He took in the way you looked, the way you writhed underneath him, he could feel your need for him. “You like to tease darling, so I shall make you beg.” He slowly dipped into the crook of your neck and began kissing, you could feel Loki’s length resting on between your legs. You could tell he was big, big enough for you at least. He trailed kisses all over your neck, as one of his hands traced circles on your inner thighs. With each circle, he brought his finger closer to your heat. You could feel yourself dripping by now and you bucked your hips towards his hand. You needed friction, any kind, you just needed something. “Fuck me already,” You hissed as you looked him dead in the eye. He looked angry by your outburst as he pulled his hand from between your legs and flipped you over. His brute strength turned you even more. “You want to talk like a dirty whore, then I shall fuck you like one.” He raised your hips into the air, as he used one leg to kneel in the bed and the other to stand on the floor. One hand gripped your hip and the other shoved your shoulders into the bed, without a second breath he shoved his way into you. He gave no warning and no time for you to adjust, you screamed in pleasure as he jammed his way into you. “Show me what it really means to be a god,” You said breathlessly, as you gripped the blankets of your bed tightly. Loki smiled deviously, as he drove himself in and out of you. You could feel every inch of him inside you, you were a moaning mess. “Take it, you wished for me so deeply and now here I am,” He said, “Say my name.” You moaned his name, as he gripped your hair, pulling you onto all fours. With one hand in your hair and one on your hip, he pounded into you mercilessly. You could hear his moans as he reached deep into you, he felt every time you squeezed him. He wanted to see your face, he wished to watch you moan as his cock was buried deep in you. He swiftly pulled out and flipped you onto your back once again, once he saw your eyes he pushed himself back into you. Both of your legs sat on each of his shoulders, he kissed your legs as he fucked you. He bent you easily, as he leaned over you, your legs still on his shoulders. You sat with your mouth open staring at him, your face contorting into pleasure-filled ones. You could feel the knot growing in your stomach, it wouldn’t be long before you came undone. Loki was so close to undoing you, but the voice of Steve interrupted your moans. Loki was quick to pull out of you dragging you into the bathroom that was connected to your room, you grabbed his clothes as you ran to the bathroom. You shut the door just as Steve knocked 4 times hard and fast and then entered your room. “Y/N?” Steve called, once he saw your empty bed. “I’m in the bathroom what’s up,” You said trying to calm your breathing, you leaned over the counter top, staring at Loki in the mirror. You watched as an evil smile covered his face, as came up behind you. “I can too put my hair into a ponytail, I admit it doesn’t look the best. But it’s here.” He said in a matter of fact tone, as he sat on the foot of your bed. “I wanted to show you.” “Alright, I-I’ll meet yOU in the living rooommm,” You struggled to speak clearly as Loki slowly pushed himself back into you from behind. Your voice got higher and lower, and it was almost obvious that you practically moaned the word 'room’. You gasped quietly as Loki pushed back into you deathly slow. “I don’t wanna make you leave your room, I can just wait. You alright though kid?” Steve questioned as he heard your weird speech pattern, you let out an annoyed breath as Steve offered to stay and wait for you to finish. Loki watched your face as you struggled to talk to Steve, as he slid in and out of you. “Can you just go get someone, I’m not feeling the best.” You accidentally yelled the first excuse you could think of. Loki had begun to thrust harder into you, as one of his hands reached around and began to play with your bud. “O-oh, yeah.” Steve got worried, thinking something was very wrong. He quickly left the room but stuck his head back in. “Boy or girl, do you need a girl or boy?” He called not sure if he should get Nat, Pepper, or Wanda or Tony, Bruce, or maybe Thor. “Just go!” You yelled as Loki slammed back into you, as Steve’s footstep disappeared, Loki slammed into you as fast and hard as he could. You moaned loud as he thrust roughly into you. Both of you were so close to the edge. You leaned over the counter more, laying more over the sink now as Loki repeatedly hit just the right spot. His thrusts became sloppy, but they were still rough. He grabbed your shoulders, giving a few last hard thrust moaning as he buried himself deep inside of you. He held you on his throbbing cock. You came just as he did, contracting around him as you yelled in pleasure. He rode out his high inside of you, your legs shook as he slowly slipped out. He reached over your shoulder, grabbing your jaw and smashing his lips on yours. It was a deep and feeling-filled kiss, but it was quickly interrupted by the bathroom door being kicked in. You grabbed the nearest towel covering yourself as Steve, Bucky, and Sam ran into the bathroom. Loki scrambled to yank his boxers on, managing to do it just in time. “Y/N the girls aren’t home I-….” Steve began apologizing, his hair still up in a little makeshift ponytail on top of his head. He looked at the state you were in and then he looked at Loki, who stood only in his boxers. Both of you still breathing hard. “This better be a fucking joke,” Thor yelled from behind the 3 other heroes.

Glass Warrior

You’re so beautiful, and so breakable. Loki could never forgive himself if he hurt you.

( smut ! 18+ only please, and tbh, that goes for my whole blog )

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Want is ebbing away at your core.

Loki’s mouth is over yours, robbing you of all your breath in a searing kiss. You’re completely wrapped up in him, fingers tangled in his black hair and eyes closed so you can meet him in the dark. 

The room is heavy with lust, your back pressed against the armrest of your couch. Loki leans over you, and his body is heavy, and all you can think is, good. If you’re going to go out in any way, you want it to be hot and grandiose and because someone just loved you that much.

Neither you or Loki have shirts on, and his bare stomach and chest against yours feels so good it makes you dizzy, but it isn’t enough. Your hands slide from Loki’s shoulder blades, all the way down his muscled back until they reach the curve of his ass. You take note of every curve and divot under your palm, because you know time like this is limited. You have to make the most of it, commit any and everything to memory.

Your fingers have barely teased the hem of Loki’s pants when he sits up.

“Darling,” he says. Loki’s words are sweet, but his voice is sinful. It’s strained, and when you get a good look at Loki, you take in his reddened lips and lidded eyes. You probably don’t look much better, with all the attention hehey’’s been giving your neck. “We have to stop.”

There’s a sinking feeling in your stomach, and you cross your arms over your chest, suddenly feeling self-conscious. Loki sees this, and a look of horror passes over his face.

“No.” he unlaces your arms, pulls you back to him, and presses a chaste kiss on the top of your head. You’re confused, and hurt, but you can’t resist Loki. You accept his embrace, burying your face in the crook of his shoulder. “You’re beautiful.” he whispers in your ear.

“So then why don’t you want to…” you trail off, avoiding eye contact.

Loki runs his finger up and down your spine, his breath returning to a steady place. He sighs.

“I can’t risk you.”

“I don’t understand.” you unlace yourself from Loki’s arms. “I’m an adult, Loki.”

“But you aren’t like me.” you bite your lip. Loki’s words are like knives, lodging themselves deep in your heart. “Your body… we aren’t built the same.”

You reach forward, and when Loki doesn’t move away, you trace the definition of Loki’s chest. Abs. You run your finger over each rib, promising both yourself and Loki you won’t miss a single part of him.

Despite his recent protests, Loki’s eyes slide shut. 

“You don’t seem so different to me.” you murmur. “You never did.”

Loki takes your hand. “I have to protect you, pet. Even against myself.”

“Protection isn’t paranoia.” you say. Loki looks… crestfallen. Like he’s fighting a war with himself. “You’re strong, Loki, but I can handle myself.” you lean in to kiss the base of Loki’s neck. A sound of pleasure escapes from his lips. You rake your teeth up Loki’s throat, and he cranes his head to give you more access. You can tell Loki wants this- the evidence is pressed against your leg, driving you damn near insane. And besides, he’s admitted under the cover of late nights and hushed tones what he fantasized about doing to you. 

With you.

“You ask me all the time to trust you,” you say next to Loki’s ear. “So, just once, can you trust me?”

Loki pushes you back, but keeps a hold on you. His grip on your waist is tight, almost uncomfortable, but you don’t move. Loki brings your forehead to his.

“I can’t lose you.” he says, his lips brushing your own. You bring a hand up, running your thumb over Loki’s sharp cheekbone.

“You aren’t going to. We’re past that. We’re so far past that.” Loki looks at you with worried eyes, but there’s hunger there too, a thousand years’ worth. Loki looks down, then back up again, and suddenly all worry and stress is gone from his face. 

He’s ravenous.

“Tell me to kiss you.” Loki’s tone is borderline abrasive after being so concerned. It catches you off guard, and your breath hitches. Loki attaches his lips to your sternum, sucking lightly and then biting down. You yelp, the action sending waves of arousal throughout your body. His lips travel to your breasts, his tongue swirling around your nipple. You hunch over him, your fingers returning to his hair and pulling. Loki groans.

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TITLE: Games

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: One-shot

AUTHOR: breemaggs

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: You offering to help of making Loki’s crush jealous, after seeing them kiss another. He decides to kiss you in front of them but as they leave at the sight… Loki doesn’t want to stop.

RATING: M

NOTES/WARNINGS: Rated M for language. A little different than the original imagine, but I hope you enjoy it!

He just looked so sad. I hated to see him like that. It was hard to see him like that. It made me want to help him, even if it meant hurting myself in the process. I swallowed thickly and mentally prepared myself for what I was about to do. I was about to destroy myself. But hopefully he would be smiling and happy when all was said and done.

“Loki…” I whispered, tapping on his shoulder.

“Hmmm?” He couldn’t even tear his gaze away from her to look at me.

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Warnings: noncon sex (exhibitionism).

This is dark!Loki and explicit. 18+ only.

Summary: Thor’s betrothed awaits his return but finds her company to be less than savoury.

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Thor had soon to return. You counted the seconds until he did. It was days at first, than hours, then minutes. But now he was close. Heimdall had sent word only moments before. The king was on his way back and you would soon be reunited. It had been nearly a week since his departure and would be three more before you wedding. If he were near, it would not be long at all. How long had you waited for him? A lifetime. The two of you oblivious to the love right in front of you. A love unchanged despite all that time had taken from you.

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RATING: Mature || NC-17 PAIRING: Loki/Reader

Summary: Loki is capable of sweet talking his way into the bed chambers of anything with legs so successfully that you often wondered if his words were laced with magic. But after being yet another victim of his charm, you knew it was no magic, and only you were to blame for falling like an inexperienced pubescent girl into his trousers. You thought you could keep your heart out of it, but it doesn’t work like that. Is it too late to get out unscathed?

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Ch.1: I Know I’m Gonna Get Hurt

The golden hall of the palace was getting noisy. All the food had been consumed, and only alcohol was still going around. People laughing, yelling, and singing off key was getting too bothersome. You had smiled and talked to people, as custom demanded of you, but it was not something that came naturally and you couldn’t wait to get out of there. At least the alcohol provided enough distraction for you to quietly slip away from the noise.

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ravished by a god (Trigger warning: dub-con)

TITLE: Ravished by a God

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter - 18

AUTHOR: latent-thoughts ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Both you and Loki live in the Avengers Tower. One day, when he’s bored and in a very bad mood, you accidentally brush up against him in passing. He presses you into the wall and whisper some dark, threatening and naughty things in your ear. To your horror (and his surprise) you find it way more arousing than it should be.

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Imagine that, when Loki is brought to the Tower for his punishment, everyone is afraid of him and avoids him. You are no exception, but still, in the heat of the moment, you find yourself tangled in sheets underneath Loki’s strong body as he fucks you. It was a one night stand and after that, you try to go on normally and avoid him as much as possible. But it’s much harder now, when he flirts with you whenever he sees you, and touches you inappropriately when you happen to be alone. He manipulates with you so that even despite your fear, you still give yourself to him.

RATING: NC-17/ MA NOTES/WARNINGS: Warning for explicit sexual content - highly dubious consent (bordering on non-con).

A/N: Some feelings are too intense and they need to be addressed somehow.

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Loki took you straight to your room, kicking the door close behind him once inside.

“Loki, you ok?” you asked as you tried to disentangle yourself from him. He wasn’t letting you go.

He didn’t say a word in response, he just kissed you. And ripped at your clothes like a man possessed.

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Fandral: “I see your time in the dungeons has made you no less graceful, Loki.”

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AS IF.

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High-Rise (2015) dir. Ben Wheatley

This was the first thing I saw when opening Tumblr today wow what a blessing 🥰

@shiningloki You retweeting it spreads the blessing😉 for the time zones just logging on😊😊

The last one makes me think this was a break in scene that looked so genuine on camera. Love their smiles.

Where can I get that while quarantined in my high rise? 😆

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loki, thor ragnarok deleted scene

He had no line. Again.

And again, owned the scene.

#5000% done

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