Avengers One-Shots (smut and fluff)

Loki Laufeyson Smut

"Don't tell me what to do!" I say loudly, spinning around and bumping into Loki's hard chest. "Do not speak fo me that way, mortal!" He exclaims loudly, his hand wrapping around my throat and backing me up into the wall. "I am your ruler, you made that very clear last night," he whispers in my ear, "or do I need to remind you of that?" He asks, his hand tightening slightly on my neck. I cast my eyes down as an act of submission, "Oh, no, don't put away the brat I just witnessed, not until she's been properly punished that is," he smirks, releasing my neck. "Knees, now," he orders, I keep my eyes downcast as I lower myself onto my knees, "Now unbuckle my belt," he orders again, speaking to me as if I'm child, I do as he says and unbuckle his belt, looking up for more instructions once I've finished. "Pull my pants and boxers down," he orders again, smirking as I obey his commands, he grips my jaw tightly, forcing me to open my mouth to try and alleviate the pressure. He forces his semi-hard sick into my mouth, the tip pressing against the back of my throat roughly. "You like my cock filling your throat, don't you?" His gravelly voice asks as he begins to thrust into my mouth roughly, I mumble a 'yes' around his dick but end up gagging as he shoves himself down my throat. I attempt to relax my throat, "Yes, that's it... shallow me down, mortal. Relish it," he groans as he speeds up, I grip his thighs tightly, my nails leaving crescent shaped marks in his pale skin. "When I cum, you best take me in. Do not spit out my seed or I will fill you with it, again and again." He threatens, his thrusts becoming more sloppy as he nears his climax. He shoves himself as far down my throat as it will allow and his hot cum spurts into my mouth. He continues to thrust into my mouth as he rides out his climax, as he finishes he slowly pulls out of my mouth, forcing me to show him that I shallowed all of his seed. "Good girl," he says, rubbing my hair gently and smiling down at me. I open my mouth to speak but he sets his finger against my lips, stopping me. "Shh, darling. Don't try to speak, you're throat is too sore," he soothes me, helping me stand up after pulling up his pants. He walks me to the couch and helps me sit, I watch silently as he walks into the kitchen and returns with a cup of warm tea. "Drink this, my love. The honey should help soothe your throat," he cooes, handing me the cup and helping me bring it to my lips. After I drink the whole thing I try to lay my head on his shoulder but he grabs my chin and looks me in my eyes. "Oh, darling, you are not finished with your punishment," he smirks, pulling me into his lap and bending me over his knee, "Count to ten for me, my love, let me hear your raspy voice as I spank you," he says, pulling my pants and underwear down my legs. I feel a hard smack hit my left cheek, "O-One," I rasp out, groaning at the stinging in both my throat and on my butt. Another stinging sensation spread across my right butt cheek, "Two-o," I groan, a tear rolling down my cheek.
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By the time we're finished I'm a crying mess, he helps me up and sets me on his lap. He gently wraps his arms around my waist and lays my head on his shoulder, rocking back and forth gently as he cooes soft words into my mouth. "You did so good, darling," he whispers, his hand rubbing up and down my back, my eyes start to droop and I feel him kissing my temple as I fade into the darkness.