Under a cut for potential dubcon.
The bands of energy felt soft as feathers around Darcy’s wrists and ankles, but when she tried to move against them they held fast, as if she had been tied down with solid stone; Loki stood over her, admiring his work.
“Hmm, this is lovely. Now what shall I do to you, sweet Darcy?” Darcy’s breasts rose and fell with her haggard breathing, and Loki stroked one with his cool hand; goosebumps spread over her body and she moaned, biting her lip.
“I dunno, you’re a god. What do you normally do with sexy women?” Loki chuckled and grabbed Darcy’s hair, jerking back her head and breathing against her long neck, running his other hand down her abdomen and stroking her cunt with his long, dangerous fingers.
“You don’t want to know.” Darcy arched against his touch and moaned, nodding her head and boldly meeting his gaze. This pleased Loki, it seemed, for his eyes brightened and his smile widened; was he not used to people being happy with him?
“Yes, I do.”
They needed this; stifled by the delicate peace between their kingdoms, their warrior blood cried out for conflict and battle, and if they could not get what they required on the field then they would do it more surreptitiously. In the darkest, coldest crevices of Jotunheim, or even in Odin’s bedroom—with the proper warding spells in place—Laufey and Odin would do battle with their bodies, wrestling each other to the ground and beating each other within inches of consciousness, their hatred and anger spilling out in blood and cries of pain. It was only then that Laufey would turn Odin onto his stomach and take the king the way he loved to be taken, in the way only he could do; he would moisten himself briefly with oil and push his way inside, slamming Odin again and again, slapping and bruising every inch of bare skin. “How like you this, O Mighty Allfather?” He would rasp as he fucked the king harder and faster, and Odin, unwilling to reply, would grit his teeth stubbornly, refusing to yield to his enemy even as he was overtaken by him. The bruises would be hidden beneath his armor, his pride healed, but that lust, that mad and terrible lust would remain until it was sated again.
Golden strands slipped through Loki’s fingers as he caressed Thor’s blond hair; and then he closed his fist and yanked brutally.
“Tsk tsk, brother,” Loki breathed, drinking in Thor’s surprised hiss of pain; he closed his hand over the front of of Thor’s throat, feeling the gulping swallow as he pressed. “You know I hate ceding control… and the trivial romance of gentleness is utter offal,” he said, loosening his hand and stroking Thor’s hair again with the absolute tenderness of a lover.
Thor’s face reddened as his air was cut off; Loki squeezed his hand closed around a hank of hair again, feeling Thor’s locks bite into his fingers as it wrapped tight about them, yellow against white-red skin. Loki’s cock throbbed with the need to fuck, to fuck as he choked the breath from his brother, to fuck as he controlled the mere freedom of Thor’s gaze.
Thor’s meaty fingers closed around Loki’s wrist, pulling it slowly from his throat and guiding it to the massive erection between his thighs; his eyes clearly read yes, I will take every ounce of what you think you can give as Loki pulled harder on his hair.
Anonymous asked: Avengers, Peter Parker/Darcy Lewis, Nobody should’ve been surprised that they got along as well as they did
She pushed her glasses up her nose and nodded at Peter’s excessively detailed and enthusiastic description of the experiment; wow, she was so… wow, with her lips and her… wow. He didn’t realize he had lost his train of thought and was staring until she reached over with a finger to close his gaping mouth.
“Jane said what you work on is cool, but she didn’t mention how cute you are,” Darcy said, putting down her lab notebook and looking up at Peter through her eyelashes, biting at the corner of her lip in a way that further scrambled Peter’s brain.
“Um,” was all that he managed before she pressed against him and licked into his mouth with an aggressiveness that had him melting into her touch.
Anonymous asked: Avengers RPF/Avengers, Tom Hiddleston/Thor, Thor gets to enjoy his brother’s gorgeousness without all that evil/incest getting in the way.
“You smile a lot,” Thor said, uncharacteristically flustered. “In your eyes.” His hand made a gesture in the direction of Tom’s face despite Thor’s best attempt to suppress it.
Tom’s eyebrow rose and there was Loki, lurking under the soft waves of hair, as he said, “There may be another thing you might do to make me smile.”
He unfastened Thor’s trousers and climbed atop him, his stuttered breaths of pleasure and quietly whispered oh, yes as he sank down upon Thor’s cock too similar to his doppelganger. Thor looked aside, confused, but Tom pulled his eyes back with a firm hand against his cheek, holding his gaze even as his lips slipped open with pleasure, cheeks flushing pink, almost innocent. Yes, so innocent. Thor closed his fist about Tom’s hard cock, stroking him with a light grip to suit his human limits, and searched with his lips to take a kiss, warm with tongue and a wide smile.
Loki’s horned helmet made a great clang as it struck the throneroom floor, Thor’s massive hand pushing it away in favor of a fist full of Loki’s black locks. Loki hissed with the sharp pain, the roots of his hair pricking his nerve endings and the sensation sending a shiver of warm pleasure down his spine. He pushed his brother into their father’s chair, Thor’s muscular arms filling the throne in a way that their aged father could never dream of doing again, and Loki climbed astride him. Loki stroked his fingers across Thor’s lips, pale skin against pink, and yanked Thor’s mouth to his by his beard. They coupled like this, bruising and pulling and frantic, marking each other through pain and love in the place they rightfully owned together.
Sif stood above them, breasts bouncing as her breath came fast, watching as they grappled, muscles and sinew cast in stark relief below their taut, sweat-gleaming skin. She leapt into the fray, straddling and pinning Volstagg as he rolled to his back, pushing her quim to his mouth until his beard gleamed with her moisture; she leaned back and moaned her pleasure to the high ceilings.
Hogun twined himself around Fandral, pressing his length to his arse and holding him open — arms wrapped in arms, and legs in legs — offering him up to Thor on the floor of the throne room. Fandral’s hole puckered with excitement as he watched Sif quiver in ecstasy, Volstagg’s cock hard and leaking against his hip, and Thor stalking up to him with palm upon his length.
Fandral cried a challenge: “I will take you all!”
Loki’s tongue pressed and released, pressed and released again against that firm bit of flesh beneath his brother’s balls. He couldn’t help the smile that grew across his face when Thor pulled up his knees and begged for Loki to continue, to do his best, to do his worst. With one long-fingered hand about the head of Thor’s cock, Loki circled Thor’s hole with the tip of his tongue, dipping into the pucker ever so slightly and then running the flat of his tongue up Thor’s length; the salty-sour taste of precome met him there. Thor’s blond brow was wrinkled with concentration, feeling every last touch of Loki’s mouth even whilst his eyes squeezed shut with pleasure. His moan echoed about their chamber when Loki pushed inside him, licking deeply and humming with pleasure at Thor’s eager hole.
Anonymous asked: Avengers. Thorki. Before Thor takes his brother home, he might just have to abuse the fact he’s got his brother tied up. The metal of the muzzle looks so pretty against his green eyes.
Loki’s eyes, lazily lidded, crinkling at the corners with his smugness, went suddenly wide, darting about as Thor’s palm caressed his cock through his trousers. Loki struggled against his bonds and his words were muffled under the muzzle, but his hips leaned forward into Thor’s touch.
“Should I teach you a lesson, my mischievous brother? Show you what you could earn if you were good for a change?”
Thor pulled away Loki’s clothes as Loki’s eyes rolled with disbelief and eagerness; Loki’s cock, full and reddened, leaked against his pale belly as Thor’s fingers slid into him. Thor leaned down and laid a kiss to Loki’s muzzle as he thrust inside; it couldn’t silence Loki’s groan of pleasure.