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Welcome everyone!

I'm a huge MCU fan, but especially the God of Mischief Loki Laufeyson 💚🖤

That's why I'm going to post my stories here 🔞 I hope this will interest someone 😊

TITLE: Teacher’s private erotic pet

CHARACTERS: Loki Laufeyson x Y/N (female)

SUMMARY: A young high school student is the only one in the class who has a problem with her hated subject. When the teacher changes, the girl is infatuated with him... Will the teacher pay attention to her despite the hopeless grades?

WARNING: +18, Smut, infatuation, description of sex, problems at school, vulgar language, sex with teacher, …

CHAPTERS:

Part 1.

Part 2.

Part 3.

Part 4.

Part 5.

Part 6.

Part 7.

Part 8.

Part 9.

Part 10.

Part 11.

Part 12.

Part 13.

Part 14.

~ Part 1. ~

I started almost the third week of studying in the first year of high school. The subject I couldn't handle was... Latin. I had it three times a day - two hours on Monday in the second and third lessons, on Wednesday in the fourth lesson and on Friday in the seventh and eighth lessons.

"By the way, it's not normal to finish lessons at 3:20 pm on Friday, but well... The plan will not change anymore..." I thought.

The subject was terribly difficult for me, because I spent a lot of time learning it, but it was still tragic - out of all 29 people in the class, I was the only one who was the worst at this subject. I managed to get four barely stretched weak D...

Fortunately, at the beginning of October we were supposed to be taught Latin by a new teacher.

The first Monday of the new month has finally arrived. As always, alone in her place - the third bench against the wall.

Besides, I'm allowed to sit alone in other lessons too...

This is because there were an odd number of people in the class, and on top of that I was averagely liked in my class. I tried not to worry about it.

Finally, the classroom door opened and the new Latin teacher walked in. Dressed in black tight pants, shiny black shoes, a white shirt, a neatly knotted black tie, and a black jacket.

He placed a journal, a Latin book, and a thick hardback notebook on his desk. Once he had put his things away, he turned to face the class so I could get a better look at him now - he had shoulder-length raven black hair and piercing green eyes. I felt my heart beating extremely fast... I promised myself that I would handle the item as best I could.

Finally the teacher spoke:

„Good morning, class. My name is Loki Laufeyson and from this month until fourth grade I will teach you Latin. Respectfully, but when you address me, you always say 'Sir' or 'Professor'. I will also prove to you that Latin is not as difficult a language as it seems. First of all, I don't do quizzes, but... I take it for answers. Taking into account I have two types of polling and you get two grades. First, writing at the blackboard and possibly answering orally at my desk. Both at the blackboard and at the table it is one assessment. In both cases, I ask three sentences. As for the second assessment, you take your notebook with your homework to answer and there is also a mark for it. What else can I say?” He thought for a moment and began to stroke his chin with his fingers. „In addition, I can walk around the classroom, say a given sentence, and then point to a person of my choice to finish it. You get two chances, if you don't answer you get an F. I also do not apply the 'lucky number' rule, you have the right to report three unpreparedness during the semester that you report while reading the attendance list by me. Thus, I do not tolerate cell phone use during my lessons, there is also no cheating, no hints when answering, and most importantly, no talking in class... I also extremely do not tolerate any lateness to my lessons, because I can be very vindictive.

After that, the teacher sat down at his desk and finally opened his diary. He looked up at the class for a moment.

„I'm going to check the attendance list now, and when I read the name of any of you, it's a request to stand up and show yourself to me. Believe me, I can immediately remember your faces and also important information - you do not change places under any circumstances.”

Finally, the man started reading the number and the names of my classmates one by one, until I finally heard mine:

„Number 22, Y/N?”

I stood up unsteadily, curtseying slightly. I felt my teacher's gaze on me longer than on the other girls in my class. I thought maybe it was because I was wearing a skirt. Finally, the Professor nodded at me, signaling me to sit down.

After two hours of Latin, I could finally breathe... I didn't realize it was going to be hard. On Wednesday and Friday, the stairs started - the new teacher started completely new topics and to be honest...

I was starting to not understand anything, and I was ashamed to raise my hand and report that I had a problem with the topic.

I was afraid to embarrass myself in front of the class and most importantly in front of the new teacher...

~ Part 2. ~

I studied Latin over the weekend as best as I could to grasp and understand the topic that had already been discussed on Friday. I sat for three hours and still couldn't remember anything...

On Sunday evening, before packing my backpack, I decided to repeat the topic from my notebook for the last time, but finally I gave up. Sad, I hid the notebook with the silent hope that everything would be fine.

On Monday morning Physics with Professor Stark was followed by two hours of Latin - fortunately classes in the same room. Equally with the bell, the teacher came and then sat down in his chair and looked at us with a fake smile:

„Good morning, class. I hope that Monday will be very successful for you, because I'm going to ask you questions.”

I swallowed and prayed silently that the teacher wouldn't take me to answer that day, but he obviously had other plans. After checking the list, he got up, and according to what he announced during the familiarization lesson, he started walking around the whole class with his open notebook, holding a pen, then said individual sentences and pointed to the person to finish the sentence.

”Ab alio exspectes, alteri quod...”

and pointed to Maxim, the class nerd, who replied with pride in his voice:

”...feceris”, Sir.

The Professor flipped through his notebook and wrote a plus next to his name, then started asking again.

”Actus hominis non dignitas...”

He looked around the classroom and suddenly pointed at... me.

I looked at him clearly confused.

„I don't know, Professor...” I replied.

Maxim shot his hand high in the air until he almost hit his neighbor from the bench. The Professor gave him the opportunity to answer.

”...iudicentur”, Sir.

„Way to go. Two correct answers, hence an B.”

Instinctively, I bit my bottom lip slightly...

I knew it would take a miracle for me to ever get a very good grade.

Finally, the teacher looked up at me again. I felt the coldness of his green eyes on me.

„My dear, you're getting one more chance. Please finish ”Admoneri bonus...” ?”

I hung my head then said:

„I'm sorry, but I don't know that either, Professor...”

The Professor sighed heavily and pointed to Alexei, who was sitting behind me, and without hesitating he finished right away:

”...gaudet”, Sir.

He flipped through the notebook until he stopped at my name:

„Remind me, my dear, what does two wrong answers mean for me?” He raised one eyebrow significantly.

„Fail grade, Professor?” I asked uncertainly.

„Naturally. That's the grade you get today.”

He glanced at Alexei, to whom he had given the last sentence, then wrote him an B. I felt like crying...

After all, these two lessons passed very quickly... Fortunately...

On Wednesday the same... There was also a questioning... Of course, out of spite, I got a second F and I get the impression that Professor Laufeyson doesn't like me because he asks me difficult questions on purpose to humiliate me.

There was a brand new topic on Friday, so there was no questioning, but I still don't know anything, and the topics were getting harder and harder. I was still afraid and couldn't admit that I needed help... The inner shame was overwhelming me. I felt stupid compared to my class. The Professor announced that on Monday he would give us a small test in one of the two lessons.

"Great..." I thought to myself. "If I need one more thing to prove that I'm extremely dull..."

Finally, at 3:20 pm, the bell rang and I could... No, I couldn't enjoy the weekend! I came home and studied damn Latin all weekend! I cried because I didn't understand anything...

=== === IMPORTANT === ===

Used Latin sentences and their meanings:

• ”Ab alio exspectes, alteri quod feceris” (”Expect from the other what you do to the other”)

• ”Actus hominis non dignitas iudicentur” („Let man's deeds be judged, not his dignity”)

• ”Admoneri bonus gaudet” („A good man gladly accepts reproof”)

~ Part 3. ~

I've never been nervous about the coming Monday... I felt a total emptiness in my head, and I was sitting on pins and needles. It's good that at least I could focus on Physics.

Finally, in the second lesson, our Professor came holding a sheaf of papers.

"God... don't let this test be now... God, please..." I thought in my head.

The man turned to the class.

„Good morning, class and immediately request to take out pens. Since it's Monday and we have two lessons together, you'll write the test now, and I'll check your notebooks with the homework I gave you.”

"Oh fuck..." I thought in horror, then covered my mouth with my hand. "Homework! I completely forgot about it because of this study for the test!"

As the Professor approached my desk, I glanced shyly at him. Finally, he handed me the test sheet and took my notebook without looking at me at all.

After collecting all the notebooks, he sat down at his desk and took out his red-filled pen. He looked at the class:

„You have the whole class hour to write the test and not a minute more. Exactly everything that was in our lessons is on the test.” He smiled sarcastically before adding. „Good luck to you all!”

I tried to write as best as I could and what I could remember.

After about 10 minutes, I could slightly look up from the paper and saw Maxim, who was waving his hand up.

The Professor looked at him in surprise, one eyebrow raised.

„What's the matter?”

Maxim proudly said:

„I've already finished the test, Sir!”

The man gestured to him to come over to him with the test, then took the paper from him and sent the boy to his place.

„Go sit back in your seat and be quiet.”

The boy nodded and sat down.

There are 5 minutes left until the end of the lesson, and as always, I turned in the test last, so according to the prevailing rule, I will be last at the final handout.

After the break in the second lesson, checked notebooks were lying on our desks.

Of course I got an F. I rather expected it, because I completely forgot about my homework.

And that's how my Monday started. For the first time I forgot to do my homework, but I knew for 100% that I would also get an B on the test.

~ Part 4. ~

Wednesday wasn't kind to me either... The fourth lesson was Latin.

The Professor immediately after entering the class stood at his desk with papers. I knew it was definitely Monday exams.

Finally he spoke:

„I was able to check your tests and I must admit that some of you were pleased to give positive marks, but few of you received very poor marks. As for any improvements, rest assured that I will let you know when and how this can be done.”

After these words, the Professor started walking around the class, handing out our tests. As he handed me the test, he looked at me dissatisfied. I took the paper and saw F! written in red ink and the man's signature.

I quickly turned the page so as not to look at it. I wanted to leave the class...

I've never gotten such a lousy grade like this one...

Later, the Professor began questioning people he had not yet asked.

At least here I breathed a sigh of relief, because it would have been tragic.

At the end of the lesson, he dictated the homework, and that's how Wednesday passed...

Thursday passed definitely quickly and without any problems.

At home I was doing my homework and I instinctively looked out the window and it was very dark. This is why I don't like fall.

When I finished my Latin homework, I wasn't sure if I did it right. I couldn't count on the help of anyone in the class, because I would be laughed at. In addition, the help from the professor himself was also out of the question, because every time I passed him in the corridor to say a stupid "Good morning, Professor", my heart began to beat like crazy, and a blush appeared on my face and I was afraid that he would immediately will notice.

I thought it looked so unnatural...

I think I fell in love with him.

Besides, he wouldn't look at me in his life... Anyway, who saw that a student was in a relationship with her teacher?!

I quickly pushed unnecessary and unnecessary thoughts out of my head.

Finally Friday came. I decided to put on a short black pleated skirt and a pretty tight light purple blouse, but one that does not expose my cleavage.

I was not put off by the fact that it was dark from the morning due to heavy rain. Something happened that day that I never expected...

~ Part 5. ~

I was sitting in my sixth lesson, which was History. I glanced at the girls in our class who were simply infatuated with Professor Rogers - blond hair with blue eyes, 6’ 0” tall. The girls almost fainted at the sight of him, and hearing his voice were so excited that I was shocked. As far as I'm concerned, he didn't turn me on...

Finally, the bell for recess rang. I was able to rest those 10 minutes before two hours of Latin. I decided to chew some gum to relieve stress... It didn't help, so two minutes before class I spat it out into the trash can.

I sat in my bench and I was nervous as usual...

Finally the Professor came and I looked at him. As always irreplaceable, black tight pants hugging his shapely ass, a white shirt and this time a green tie, a black jacket was slung over his shoulder. He hung it over the back of his chair, then sat down and opened the journal. After checking the attendance list, he traditionally looked at the class and said:

„Today I will question myself with two people. I warn you in advance that I do not want to hear any prompts or conversations during this time.”

He reached for his notebook, did not look for a long time, then looked up:

„The number will be the first to answer... Number 5. and I invite you with the notebook.”

Chris got up to answer... He got the answer at the blackboard by writing sentences spoken by the Professor in Latin.

I watched him as he was writing quickly on the blackboard and was just finishing the last third sentence. Strangely, it had one minor error. After he finished, he walked over to the teacher's desk, who checked his homework, which he had all done correctly.

"I was wondering if maybe there is something wrong with me that only I have such lousy grades?!"

I was snapped out of my thoughts by my Professor's voice:

„The second person who will answer today is the number... Hmm...”

I saw him leaf through the notebook quickly with his neat fingers. Finally, he stopped where he wanted and looked up his intense green eyes:

„I invite number 22. to answer.”

I froze... "God no... It's my number... He must be joking..."

„Just take the notebook, my dear.”

He added while smiling.

I grabbed my notebook, got up hesitantly from the bench, and walked terrified to the Professor's desk.

I didn't know anything... I didn't think he'd answer.

I put the notebook on the desk waiting for it to be cut.

The man turned in the chair to face me and then crossed his legs, and I managed to see that he was smiling differently than usual. Then he finally asked:

„Do you know the rules of oral questioning, my dear?”

I nodded my head and added:

„Yes...”

„Yes, what?”

I got better, or so I thought.

„Yes, I know the rules...”

He looked at me as if he was expecting something and I still didn't know what it was.

He combed his hair, then intertwined his fingers and rested them on his knee.

„My dear, haven't you forgotten something?”

I tucked a small strand of hair behind my ear and said:

„I think not...”

He raised an eyebrow significantly. He glanced at Alexey, who was waving his hand like a man possessed, then turned to him:

„Explain to your friend what is extremely important and very important she forgot...”

The self-satisfied nerd said to me:

„You forgot to say 'Professor'.”

I glanced at the teacher, who triumphed internally over me.

I put my hands behind me and said so only he could hear:

„I'm sorry, Professor...”

"God, did he really have to be so meticulous and biting?"

„All right. So I'll ask again, do you know the rules of oral questioning, my dear?”

„Yes, I know the rules, Professor.”

„I enjoy it. Then I will tell you three sentences one by one and you will tell me if they are correct or not. If you think they are wrong, then you already say them correctly, but... I also warn you that I may ask a tricky question, so I advise you to think carefully before you answer anything.”

I got two sentences and I didn't answer any of them correctly. The Professor looked at me.

„This is your last chance, my dear. Focus and don't screw it up...”

"As I predicted... I fell... A guaranteed F for my collection. There is something to be proud of..."

Finally, I couldn't take it mentally anymore and tears began to flow down my cheeks, and I began to shake.

Monra, who was sitting in the first pew in the middle row, noticed that I was crying and turned to the Professor in a malicious voice:

„Professor, because Y/N is crying like a spoiled brat!”

I quickly turned my back to the classroom.

God I was so ashamed... I have never cried in front of my class, nor have I ever cried because of any teacher.

I wanted to leave the classroom as soon as possible, or at least tell my Professor without any shame that I can't do anything and I'm afraid to ask him for help because I just fell in love with him...

After Monra's words, I thought he was going to scold me for crying, but he didn't respond. On the contrary, he opened a drawer in his desk and handed me a whole packet of tissues. I took it without saying a word... He glanced at Monra, then raised his voice and told her not to speak unless asked.

Finally the teacher took his pen and flipped through my notebook and came across the homework.

I was hoping for a miracle that at least the homework would be okay, and here it is total disappointment...

He started sketching, making corrections, and I got... yes, exactly. I got a second F.

Finally, he sighed heavily, looked at me and then got:

„Stay after class. We need to talk very seriously. Go back to your seat now.”

Sounded serious.

„G-Good, P-Professor...”

I said so only he could hear.

I grabbed my notebook, went back to my seat, and wiped my eyes quickly.

I've been waiting for this nightmare to end...

Traditionally, exactly five minutes before the bell, the Professor dictated our homework, and exactly at 15:20 pm the bell rang.

I finally packed my things and waited in my desk for the Professor to talk to me.

~ Part 6. ~

I saw him get up and he said he'd be right back. He literally came back after a while, and I didn't even notice that he had locked the room. He finally sat down in his seat.

He gestured with his hand for me to come over to him.

I took a hesitant step towards him, tears still in my eyes. I was afraid to look up at him. All I could hear was his fingers tapping on the desk.

He finally spoke after 5 minutes of awkward silence and I think he was waiting for me to stop crying...

„Tell me, my dear, do I bore you that much in my lessons?”

„Why do you think so, Professor?”

„You're extremely distracted in my class, so answer that question yourself.”

„I'm not distracted, Professor...” I replied to him and it sounded a bit like I was replying back.

„You are not? I'm guessing you're not focusing on my lessons.”

Saying this, he rested his hands on the back of the chair.

I bit my lower lip lightly and my gaze fell on his shiny black boots.

„I... I just can't handle your subject, Professor...”

When he heard that, he leaned slightly towards me, smiled slightly and tucked a drooping lock of hair behind my ear, then instinctively ran his fingers through his raven black hair.

„Then, if you're not doing well, then tell me, why don't you ever even ask questions in class?”

„I don't want to be an idiot in class, Professor...”

The Professor laughed softly.

„Do you, my dear, really think that I haven't noticed your wandering eyes?”

„What do you mean, Professor?”

The man got up from the chair. When he stood in front of me, only now did I realize that at my 5’ 11”, his 6’ 2” is a big difference in height.

„I mean, I see the way you look at me, my dear. I see you holding your breath when I walk past your desk or pass me in the school hallway when we're not in class together. And most importantly, that you blush beautifully every time you see me. Do you really think I'm blind?”

I swallowed hard and nodded my head.

„No, Professor... You're not...”

„It's great that you think so my dear...” he said in his silky voice.

I hung my head, but not for long.

Suddenly, I felt his cool fingers lift my chin slightly. He literally made me look into his eyes.

„I want to give you a chance to improve those grades today.”

„What should I do?”

„My dear, you will find out in a moment...”

The man started stroking my hair.

I was afraid... For the first time, I was really afraid of my Professor.

I didn't know what was on his mind...

~ Part 7. ~

After a while, my Professor unfastened the buttons at the cuffs, rolled up the sleeves of his shirt to his elbows, loosened and skillfully took off his tie, which he unexpectedly threw on the chair, and I suddenly felt his large hands stroking my back.

Suddenly, he leaned over to my ear...

"God, I don't know what cologne he was using, but he smelled great. Literally amazing! Such pure sexuality and passion... Until my nipples hardened and I ran out of air to breathe."

„I hope, my dear, that you are not a virgin.” his whisper made me shiver with excitement.

It was more of a statement than a question on his part.

„No, I-I'm not, P-Professor...” I barely managed to say anything.

„That's good... I'll take advantage of this fact...”

The only thing I have is a hormonal IUD, but that's another matter...

Suddenly, I felt him grab me by the shoulders and turn me around so that my back was pressed against his torso.

In addition, I felt something pressing against my small buttocks. No, it wasn't his knee... More like his throbbing erection was making itself felt.

He grabbed my chin with his free hand and lifted it slightly.

He put his other hand under my shirt and lightly stroked my belly until I got goosebumps. Then he took it and ran it down my thigh until he finally lifted my skirt...

At that moment, he gently lifted the fabric of my thin black lace thong with one finger.

I moaned in excitement as he suddenly touched my bare pussy with his cool hand.

„I haven't done anything to you yet and you're already so wet to me. My lovely pet... How did this happen?” his voice made me want to drift away.

„I... b-because, I... P-Professor...” I started to stutter.

„Tell the truth, my dear.” He ordered.

„It excites me, Professor. I can't concentrate on your lessons.” I told him the whole truth.

I heard a rumble in my hair.

„Hmm... Then prove to me how much I turn you on!”

„Please... Please Professor...” I didn't know what to say.

He placed a light kiss on my nape.

„What are you asking for, my little pet?”

With almost tears in my eyes and desperation in my voice, I replied to him:

„Please touch me... I'm begging you!”

I felt his thumb rubbing my clit. Suddenly, I felt him insert one finger into my already aroused pussy, so that he could then join another, and then a third. He was fingering me unexpectedly that I couldn't control myself.

„God... P-Professor...” I felt warm.

He began to push my red-hot pussy with his fingers more and more.

„You're so wet and extremely tight just for me.”

I wanted to stop my moans, but I couldn't control them:

„Professor... I... I can't...”

„Oh no...Moan my pet...Every sweet moan of yours is music to my ears...”

I felt my legs shake and my voice cracked.

„Professor... I'm begging you... I w-want to... I'll c-come soon...”

I never thought my teacher would make me orgasm.

He suddenly stopped when I was about to come...

I felt his long, shapely fingers on my lips, dripping with my juices...

„Sweet little girl... Open your mouth and suck...”

I did what he told me. I was only afraid of the consequences if I did something wrong...

Suddenly, my Professor turned me around to face him, a mysterious smile on his face. I didn't know what he was going to do...

~ Part 8. ~

The man grabbed my hips and looked at me with his wonderful green eyes. But I felt the need to kiss my Professor.

I stood on my toes and gave him a quick kiss. He raised his eyebrows significantly:

„What was it just now, my dear?”

I put my index finger to my lip and bit it lightly, pretending to be a shy girl unaware of anything:

„I don't know, Professor...”

Finally, he grabbed my cheeks and started kissing me with such passion that I was pleasantly warm between my legs. His lips were warm and very passionate. I parted my lips slightly, making it easier for the man to play with my tongue. He was extremely lithe and penetrated me fiercely. I moaned into his mouth, then threaded my tiny fingers into his jet black hair and tugged lightly. He let out a moan of pleasure as he ran his fingers through my loose hair.

After a while he pulled away slightly from me.

„You are wonderful... One of a kind... Come here little girl...”

He started sucking on my neck making me a big hickey.

"Oh God... What's happening to me?! I've never acted like this before! I don't recognize myself!"

The man, after making a hickey, touched his work with his finger and looked down at me:

„It's time for you to show what your pretty lips can do again... On your knees my pet...”

I literally fell on my knees in front of him not knowing what to expect. After a while, my Professor began to undo the buckle of his belt, unfastened the button and with a decisive movement unfastened the fly of his trousers.

I saw that I wanted to... No, I had to free his cock.

I was almost pleading:

„Professor... Please allow me...”

He smirked as if he was waiting for this.

„Do you want it that much?”

I nodded my head vigorously. He pointed to his pants:

„You know what to do my dear... Just take it slow, enjoy every moment.”

I grabbed his pants in my hands and started to slide them down. I moaned in excitement when I saw how tight his boxers were. I realized that seeing his cock would be the best thing for me. I dreamed about it... I grabbed his black boxer shorts and slowly started to slide them off, additionally licking my lips with my tongue...

Suddenly I froze...

I expected him to have a big cock, but not like this. I looked up at the man, swallowed, and asked:

„Professor? How...?”

„If I'm not mistaken, I'm 18 cm, but... enough questions. Do what you have to do my pet.” sounded like he didn't care.

Big, thick and swollen... Yes, that was his cock.

I felt like a little girl who got a lollipop.

I opened my mouth slightly to put it in slowly.

My Professor had rather different intentions - holding his cock with one hand he literally forced me to shove it all in. I barely made it, because I've never had such a big cock in my mouth and I was afraid I'd choke. I felt tears form in the corners of my eyes.

The Professor, however, firmly grabbed me by the hair with his free hand.

I wanted to lower my eyes slightly, but the professor chastised me:

„Uh, uh, uh... Eyes on me, my pet. I want to see how much pleasure sucking gives you.”

I felt like I had to give him that blowjob...

I wanted this... It doesn't matter that he's my Professor and I'm discrediting myself and acting like a whore. Nothing else mattered.

I looked at the man. I saw a sly smile and a twinkle in his eyes before he stroked my hair lightly.

Finally he replied:

„Admit to Y/N that's what you wanted, right? You took my cock so willingly... Such a good girl...”

I felt the need to touch my pussy, which was definitely wet.

My Professor admonished me:

„Oh, no... Take your naughty hands away, pet. I promise I'll take care of your little sweet pussy as soon as I fuck your mouth...”

I meekly removed my hands so as not to upset him.

The man began stroking and combing my hair, and I attached my tongue while doing him good. I just didn't know he was one of the men who didn't orgasm so quickly...

~ Part 9. ~

It felt like an eternity giving my Professor a blowjob. It turned out that 20 minutes had passed and my mouth was starting to hurt...

I tried to say anything.

It seemed to me that the man must have noticed, because he gently grabbed my chin and then asked:

„See what you're doing to me?”

With his other hand, he took out his cock covered in precum and my saliva, and I moaned almost protesting to be in my mouth again. I dreamed of starting sucking and licking again... It was such a great feeling.

He smiled as soon as he saw that I wanted him back:

„So eager? Say how much you want...”

„Yes, please. Please, Professor... I'm begging you... I w-want it...”

„Well, well... Since you ask so nicely, do your duty...”

I saw him grab his cock and stimulate it with his hand to literally shove it deep back into my mouth. He did it so hard and fast that I didn't have time to react. I felt it touch my tonsils.

I placed my hands on his thighs to keep my balance. The man began to moan from the excitement that was building in him. I didn't think every movement of my tongue would give him more pleasure.

„Do it, pet. Do it... Make me come...” he said in an almost hoarse voice. „Oh yeah... I'll repay you...”

I felt him grab my hair and grip it tightly with his hands.

„You're so wonderful. What you do with your mouth is a real gift.” His words excited me greatly. „Tak your hands, pet.”

I did as he said, plus protruding my ass so as not to think that I might have a completely wet pussy already. I still had my eyes on him, I wish the Professor was proud of me for that.

I wondered what it tasted like... but I didn't have to think long, because finally I heard:

„I'm coming, my pet... You're to swallow it all without leaving a single drop of my semen, do you understand what I'm asking?”

I nodded my head vigorously without stopping.

After his command, I suddenly felt that his cock twitched in my throat... I felt that what had to happen in the end would happen. I felt it coming in my mouth. His hot salty cum mixed with my saliva and it all ran down the back of my throat.

Luckily, I managed to swallow it all. I knew he would surely praise me. I was still kneeling in front of the Professor, waiting for further developments...

~ Part 10. ~

The man thankfully let go of my hair, but still stood over me. His cock was still sticking out like it was going to be used for something else.

I tilted my head back, keeping my eyes fixed on the Professor's face.

Unexpectedly he said:

„Open your mouth wide and stick out your tongue.”

I obeyed without any protest, and he smiled, revealing his white teeth.

„You're such a good girl...”

I closed my mouth. Finally, the Professor reached out his slender but still cool hand to stroke my cheek:

„I'm so proud of you! Do you know why my pet?”

I pretended not to know, so I shook my head.

He kept stroking my cheek:

„You swallowed everything as I told you. Now it's time for the reward... Stand up my dear.”

Just in time, because my knees were starting to hurt, so I got up obediently. I stood in front of him and wondered what prize he was talking about... He suddenly grabbed my hips and sat me on his desk, lifting my skirt in the process.

He grabbed my panties and tugged lightly.

„I don't need them now. Get your hips up.”

I did so, then with a graceful movement he stripped me of my thongs that were lying on the floor. I moaned... In horror and excitement at the same time.

The man violently and decisively parted my thighs and at the sight of my pussy his pupils dilated. I felt him start kissing the inside of my thighs. No one has ever given me so much joy... Finally, the man stopped in front of my pussy:

„You're so wet... I can't believe I turn you on so much. You're all dripping just for me...”

„I... I really... Professor, please...” I started begging.

Finally he admonished me:

„Enough unnecessary talk my pet!”

I propped myself up lightly on my elbows and felt him lick and suck on my clit, which was surely already swollen and aroused. I felt him kissing her and I was starting to get hot...

„G-God...Please...Pr-Professor...” I groaned and grabbed his hair lightly.

The man didn't seem to care. He added his supple tongue and fingers.

From time to time he lost his neat long fingers in my pussy, and in addition he pumped me inside, my arousal getting stronger and stronger.

„Please... P-p-please... Please stop...” I was afraid someone would catch us.

„I don't see any reason why I should stop.” He said between licks.

„I'm begging you...” I started to moan.

„What are you begging me for?” He asked with a sly smile. „Do you want to come, my dear?”

I nodded my head desperately.

„Oh no, my pet... You won't come if I don't let you.” He replied.

„I want... I have to... I have to come!” I started begging with tears in my eyes.

Unexpectedly, his hot tongue began to make me feel good again. His long fingers paired with his tongue were very arousing.

I felt wet and my juices were about to drain out of me, but I couldn't come until my Professor let me.

Honestly, I wished his cock was already inside my pussy. I wanted him to flood me from the inside with his hot cum...

~ Part 11. ~

My professor was still doing me good. He wasn't going to stop...

Finally, he looked at me with a mysterious smile:

„Now! Do it! Come for me, my little pet!”

My uncontrollable moan and scream gave me an instant orgasm I could only dream of. Even in the evenings when I dreamed about my Professor, I never felt like this...

I couldn't understand what was happening to me lately.

I saw how big my Professor's pupils are at that moment.

„Eyes on me, my dear!” Sounded commanding.

I felt tears welling up in my wide-open eyes, and a pleasant warmth flowed down the insides of my thighs, which were still shaking.

I propped myself up on my elbows and saw that the Professor's desk was all wet. Additionally, the man had his entire chin wet with his saliva and... my juices. He just finished wiping it off.

After that, he leaned over me so that his raven black hair touched my neck.

Inhaling his cologne felt like I was in some sort of trance.

I wanted to grab him by the front of his shirt and throw myself at his warm, passionate lips that begged for more kisses...

"Oh, why does he have to be so hot? From the moment he came to teach me, I crave his touch on my skin so much."

I closed my eyes slightly and giggled a bit.

After a while, my thoughts were pulled out of my thoughts by the Professor who kissed me on the forehead, and I purred simply delighted.

„You're gorgeous... So sweet... I've never met a girl as horny as you in my life... I must have you... I want you here and now!” Sounded like a hungry animal.

„P-Professor... Please...” I looked at him pleadingly.

„What are you asking for, my dear?” Suddenly started teasing me. „Tell me what do you want from me?”

„P-please... No, I'm actually begging you to fuck me...”

The man smiled slyly:

„Oh believe me, I feel like it, but it's so rough and brutal you'll forget your name!”

As he spoke, his eyes sparkled.

„In addition, I'll fuck you so that you won't have the strength to get up, and your tight pussy will be sore and swollen all over!”

I saw lust in his green eyes.

„Oh, I'll also give you what you secretly desire and what you've been ashamed to ask for... I want you to come with my name on your lips!”

I bit my lower lip as I felt fear and excitement at the same time.

His pupils dilated dangerously.

„What's more, I want you to stay after our lessons every Friday... Is that clear, my pet?”

I nodded my head.

~ Part 12. ~

The man grabbed the still sticking cock in his hand, which really did seem bigger.

„Professor, please... I'm begging you...” I looked pleadingly at him.

„Oh, my dear... You will beg for it, yes, but for me to stop fucking you! Now... tell me what do you want from me so much?”

„I want your cock, Professor, to go deep inside me...”

After these words, he pulled me a little closer and finally I felt the tip of his cock slightly parting the lips of my still wet pussy, so that he could enter me with all his strength extremely deep.

At first it was just light thrusts that made me feel wonderful.

Finally, the man decided to undo the top two buttons on his shirt, then took my shirt off over my head and threw it on a chair. His eyes showed my medium-sized breasts wearing a black lace bra from a set of thongs. He slid down my straps incredibly quickly, found the clasp on the front, and immediately got rid of the unnecessary part of my clothes. Finally, I saw out of the corner a specimen as he tossed my bra next to my thong.

„Oh, my dear... You are so incredibly beautiful... Your little tight pussy is so tight around my cock... I will give you such an orgasm that you will cry for more.”

His alone made me close to orgasm.

Suddenly I felt the man's cock literally pushing me from the inside... His thrusts became more and more intense.

The Professor's big hands rested on my breasts. I felt his thumbs and forefingers tighten around my swollen and perky nipples. I moaned because his hands were still cool until he joined his hot tongue to start arousing and teasing them more.

I began to pant uncontrollably from the incoming feeling of heat, lying on the desk of a man who was fucking me hard and brutally every moment.

He suddenly grabbed my wrists so hard that I yelped.

„Are you sure you want more?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.

„Yeah...” I moaned, so much so that I surprised myself.

He shook his head and looked at me in disbelief.

„You are... Oh, yes... My, my naughty sweet girl... I thought about fucking you as soon as I saw you in your class for the first time... When I read your name on the list...” I could see the lust in his green eyes.

„P-Professor... P-please...” My moans were starting to turn him on more and more.

„My private erotic pet... So horny and eager to fuck...” Saying this he laughed.

He suddenly came out of me.

„Turn around... and open your legs more.”

As I stepped off the desk, he suddenly lifted my skirt slightly without warning and slapped my ass until I moaned.

He leaned me over the desk and entered my wet tight pussy extremely hard and brutally from behind. I had to prop myself up on the desk when he started pulling my hair.

„My girl... I won't let you be with anyone!” Sounded more dangerous than ever.

I didn't care until he suddenly let go of my hair, pulled me by the shoulders, leaned down to my ear and I felt his hot breath:

„You're only mine, do you understand?! Only my! You are my property! Only I can fuck you so brutally!”

He pushed me back onto the desk giving me a second smack, but this time extremely solid, until he imprinted his hand on my tiny buttocks.

„Ahh... Professor...” I groaned as it hurt a bit this time.

„Whose are you, pet?!” He asked in a voice that brooked no argument.

„P-Professor... I'm only yours, S-Sir!” I moaned as I felt his cock pushing me harder and harder. „Harder... P-please! Please don't stop fucking me!”

I felt well.

I felt him rub his thumb briefly over my already swollen clit.

„Yes... Yes... You're only mine! Only I have the right to fuck you like that! No one is allowed to have you! I'm gonna flood you, do you understand?!”

I could hear jealousy in his words.

I nodded my head.

„Do you understand what I said?!” A vein popped up on his forehead.

I couldn't think of anything while he was enjoying me.

„God... Y-Yes...”

„I want to hear you scream my name when you're close to your impending orgasm, do you understand me pet?!” Sounded angry.

„Y-Yes... I-understand...” I nodded politely.

For about 5 minutes I felt a wave of orgasm approaching, until I finally called my professor by name:

„L-Loki...” I started hesitantly.

„I can't hear you, my pet.” He replied hoarsely.

„Loki!” I say louder.

„Louder!” He grabbed my hair tightly. „I won't let you go until I completely flood you.”

„LOKI!!” I finally screamed as loud as I could.

I felt him push me hard one last time and he came inside me, and all his hot cum gushed out, flooding me from the inside.

Still holding my hair he croaked:

„My... ahh... Good... Girl...”

His grip slowly loosens, and the man is finally out of me completely. I turned my face to him.

He looked at me with a smile which made me blush automatically. I quickly grabbed my underwear and started getting dressed. The professor handed me a blouse.

Sam slipped on his sideskirts and pulled on his pants:

„You just earned an A from me.”

Then he started tying his tie.

I smiled hearing those words.

Finally the man tucked a lock of hair behind my ear and put his hands on my arms.

~ Part 13. ~

I put my index finger to my lips, feeling the man's gaze on me, and finally asked timidly:

„Is your proposal, Professor, that I stay on Fridays still valid?”

He took my finger, then spoke in his velvety voice:

„Of course it is, my dear. In addition, if you don't have plans for the weekends, I would like you to spend this time with me as well. If that's not a problem for you?”

I nodded my head and wordlessly grabbed him by the neck, then pulled him down slightly and started kissing him wildly. I dreamed that this moment would last forever.

After a moment, however, I moved slightly away from the Professor and reached out my small hands to place them on his shoulders.

He placed his hands on my cheeks and looked me in the eyes.

„My dear Y/N...”

Tears of emotion ran down my cheeks as he diminutive of my name, the way I like it best.

Finally, the Professor continued what he had started:

„Please do me the honor and please become my private pet. I don't want and I won't let anyone take you away from me...”

He kissed me quickly on the lips before I could react, then added:

„That's why I also ask you to be my... beloved!”

"I opened my eyes and mouth in amazement. Did I hear right? The same man I fell in love with is now telling me that he wants me to be his lover?! I couldn't believe it... I was afraid my heart was going to burst."

„P-Professor... I... I don't know what to tell you...” I stuttered.

„Tell me the truth. I can take and get over literally anything... Just please Y/N tell me...”

I saw terror and fear in his eyes.

I sighed very heavily. I have to tell him! I have to tell him that I've been in love with him since the first day he showed up in my class... Let him finally know that I love him too.

~ Part 14. ~

Finally, I took a breath, plucked up my courage, and began:

„I... I have to... I have to tell you this...” I wanted to sound believable.

„Am I listening to you, my dear?” He asked very calmly.

„From that first day, when you, Professor, came to your first Latin lesson, I just can't stop thinking about you. I have a hard time keeping up with your lessons because your voice excites me so damn much, Professor. When I go to sleep I dream about you so intensely that in the morning I wake up all wet. I don't know what kind of cologne you're using either, but it's making me lose my mind. Every time we pass each other in the hallway, I want to pounce on you and shower you with millions of kisses, but I can't! I don't want you to lose your job because of me... God, what the fuck am I doing?! You'll think, Professor, that I'm probably a stupid, desperate teenager...”

When I finished, the professor looked at me with wide eyes. Suddenly and violently I pulled away from him, desperately clutching at the front of his shirt, then had an uncontrollable fit of crying. I don't care if his clothes get wet from my tears.

Crying, I felt him start hugging me and rubbing my back comfortingly.

„You're not stupid, my dear... Never think of yourself that way. Also, don't say that...” his words sounded like a soothing balm.

I started to sob.

"I have to finally say it..." I thought.

I looked up at him with my puffy, tear-stained eyes.

„I fucking love you Loki Laufeyson!” I said in a broken voice.

He cupped my face, letting my tears fall.

He smiled so blissfully I could melt. Finally he said:

„These are the most beautiful words I've heard from you today!”

He took the tear-soaked strands of my hair from my face:

„I will make sure our relationship remains a secret.”

„You give me your word?” I asked still a little apprehensively.

„Yes, and I promise you that when you finish school, I will resign immediately and stay with you forever!”

I smiled because one of my dreams came true. After that, my Professor took my face and started kissing me more and more passionately...

Finally, with a smile on our faces, we left the room together with my professor, and with her the school building, because it really got very late.

I hastily left the room with the professor and the school building, because it was very late. The man suggested that I drop by his house and stay for the weekend. It's just that this weekend dragged on to such an extent that...

I moved in with him.

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In fact, I always wanted someone to make me happy, but I never thought it would be my Latin teacher.

I didn't know that I would ever become the... Teacher's Private Erotic Pet.

Literally crumbling into a thousand pieces brb

The Power of Pie - GN One shot

Summary: Another belated Christmas story. You host for the holidays as Pepper's sibling and Loki can't help but be enchanted by you.

Warnings: None, pure fluff.

Words: 3.3k

It was Christmas day, and the Avengers were spending it at your home, Y/N Potts, the not so infamous, ever ordinary younger sibling of the much more unordinary Pepper Potts. Long before Pepper even met Tony, you had called dibs on the holiday. Out of all the holidays during the year, Christmas was your favorite, and even though you did not have a mansion or anything fancy – you simply loved hosting all your loved ones, feeding them, and seeing their smiles. Now those loved ones included the Avengers. It certainly made the holiday that much more interesting.

For some of the Avengers it was their first year joining you at your home. After numerous threats from Pepper for everyone ‘to be on their best behavior’, the whole Avengers team was piled into your quaint home just outside of New York City. While your home held that line between small and ‘not so small’, everything was cozy and decorated for the holiday. It was obvious you were obsessed with Christmas; every room was decorated from floor to ceiling. Again, you rode the line between Christmas Chic and ‘Christmas projectile vomited everywhere’. It was perfect, and you wouldn’t want it any other way.

This year was the first year for the Asgardian brothers. Honestly, it was their first actual Christmas on ‘Midgard’ or Earth to everyone else. They stepped into your home and looked around, eyes wide with wonder as they took in all the beauty that was your home. Little Christmas details were everywhere, sparkling lights were hung with care, and you had one of the largest Christmas trees they had ever seen – it almost rivaled Starks back at the Tower. As soon as the crew stepped in, you barreled face first into your role as host. Grabbing and hanging up everyone’s coats, you ushered them into your charming kitchen and offered them hors d'oeuvres to snack on while the rest of the dinner was cooking. You had insisted that you make the whole meal yourself, being well aware of the crazy appetite of most of the Avengers. Cooking, especially cooking for others, was your passion and as they say: food is love!

“Everything smells heavenly, Y/N.” Thor grinned, popping some bruschetta into his mouth. And it was true, your home smelled amazing. There, on your kitchen island, laid a smorgasbord of appetizers that had the team wondering what the main course would consist of. Next to the bruschetta were smoked salmon crisps, Greek salad skewers, devilled eggs, squash blossoms, various cut vegetables alongside artisanal breads and a plethora of dips and sauces to choose from.

Loki looked at the vast spread in front of him with wonder. He wasn’t as familiar with Midgardian food as Thor was, but he was never opposed to trying something new. After careful examination, he took a bit of the squash blossoms and he had to stifle a moan, your cooking was that amazing.

“Thank you so much, Thor! But don’t fill up on the appetizers. There is much more coming.” Your words interrupted Loki’s mouthgasm and pulled his attention directly to you. You were flitting around the kitchen, checking on various dishes that were in different pots and pans, and paying special attention to a turkey you diligently basted. Closing the oven back up, you slung the kitchen towel you were using over your shoulder and wiped the sweat off your brow with the back of your arm. Frankly, you were a disheveled mess, but Loki couldn’t help but admire you. Clearly, you were in your element and the happiness that radiated through you flowed freely through the room and smacked Loki right in the heart. There was something so familiar about you, about your aura.

“They remind you of Mother, do they not?” Thor pulled Loki from his lingering stare with a not so careful jab of his elbow into his younger brother’s side. Loki growled in response, not verbally responding, but the thought intrigued him. He watched you carefully, while trying not to be too obvious, as you played host. Your fluid movements and ability to handle anything and everything clearly made you some sort of witch, but it was your heart that peaked his interest the most. Even while conducting the orchestra that was your kitchen, you still engaged in meaningful conversation with every person in the room. You paid special attention to each person, picking up on the smallest of details and sharing your mutual enthusiasm for the passions they shared and paid humble homage to the complicated mess that was their lives as an Avenger.

You even conversed with Loki, which came as a great surprise to him, as he was only brought along by the graciousness and persistence of Thor. Tony had wanted to leave Loki back at the Tower, but ultimately thought keeping an eye on him was the better move.

“Usually, I like to try and figure out my guests’ favorite dishes, but unfortunately I don’t know that much about Asgardian cuisines.” You gave Loki an apologetic look, offering yet another plate of hors d'oeuvres; this time it was sweet potato crostini with prosciutto honey roasted figs. Again, after careful examination, he took a bite, and it was as if his mouth was his own personal Valhalla. He let out a contented groan and you couldn’t help but grin and laugh, clearly satisfied with your work and his reaction.

“That doesn’t matter as long as you cook like this,” The young prince said, licking his fingertips. Your quick glance to his lips was not missed by him. “Clearly, you are talented when it comes to cooking.”

The casual compliment seemed to fluster you a bit, a rosy hue now gracing your cheeks. But thankfully, you quickly recovered, and then started a compelling conversation with the God of Mischief. You had asked him about his holidays back on Asgard, his hobbies, and interests. Everything was very lighthearted, and he adored your attention after being the black sheep for so long. You never asked about any of his crimes or questionable past. He was just another guest, but apparently one you took particular interest in as you chatted with him way longer than your other guests. All the while, you gracefully maneuvered around the kitchen with perfect precision and perfect timing as you brought dish after dish out for the main course. Yes, truly you were a witch.

But one thing the God noticed was how no one had offered to help you. Clearly, you had everything under control and could do so with one hand behind your back, but if there was one thing his dear mother Frigga had taught him was to be polite in other’s homes.

“Darling, can I help you in some way?” Instant whiplash! You turned your head around to face Loki so fast; you were sure your neck would be sore in the morning. Normally, there wouldn’t be any offers of help as you ran around the kitchen in your own personal episode of Iron Chef. You might look like a pro, but mostly you felt like a chicken with its head cut off, so the offer came as a relief to you.

“Yes,” You let out a long-exhausted sigh, you didn’t realize you were holding in. “I hear you’re good with knives. Is that right?”

“So, I have been told.” He replied with his wide signature grin. There goes your head and your heart, getting flustered again.

“Heh, well, if you don’t mind,” You turned your head away from him slightly, trying to hide your growing blush, but his eyes just followed you. Still, he grinned. “The turkey is done, and everything is pretty much ready to be served. Would you mind carving the turkey?”

“It would be my pleasure.” His face softened a bit, glad that you were actually accepting his help. He had feared that you would reject his offer. In a moment, he was by your side with a flourish of green and his seidr, a set of long Asgardian daggers appeared in his hands. He flipped them with ease and you oo’d and ahh’d at his tricks and Loki soaked up your attention like a dry sponge.

“Well, that’s handy,” You giggled, and immediately Loki decided he loved the melody of your laugh, “But, if you are accepting this task, my dear prince, I have one more I must insist on.”

Now, it was the God’s turn to blush at your possessive term of endearment. Much to his surprise, he liked being called your prince.

“And what is that my dear?” He leaned forward, creeping closer to your face. You too, leaned forward, your faces only inches apart. Lost for a moment in each other’s eyes, before a cheeky grin took over your face and you presented a classic red Santa hat to your turkey savior.

“I must insist you wear this! It’s tradition after all.” For a moment, Loki hesitated. All eyes were on the two of you now and he did not want to look like a fool in front of the Avengers. They already tease him endlessly. But, when you looked at him with big pleading eyes, he couldn’t say no. So, he donned the hat and flashed a smile in your direction.

“How do I look?” He asked, his face starting to flush red again like the hat that sat on top of his long black locks.

“Handsome.” You said simply, before patting his arm and grabbing a dish to bring to the dining room table. Now, with a puffed-out chest filled with pride at your compliment, he went to work with expert precision on the roasted bird before him. It wasn’t long until the turkey was fully carved, the table was filled with incredible dishes, and everyone was sitting and enjoying. Conversation flowed easily between everyone, between heroes and former foes alike, all thanks to the power of your amazing cooking and the holidays. Laughter and groans of contentment with each bite filled the room and it made your heart soar with pride.

“Everything is absolutely incredible!” Thor boomed, taking one last swig of his drink, and promptly smashing the cup on the ground with a proclamation of “Another!”

Loki grinned at his brother, clearly consumed with joy from the conversation and alcohol and followed suit. His cup soon joined Thor’s on the ground with a loud crash.

“Yes! Another!! Everything is so delicious.” The two brothers smirked and cackled and gave each other boisterous high fives as they celebrated their meal.

Meanwhile, the rest of the table sat in stunned silence. The Asgardian tradition was not new to the Avenger’s team by any means, but it was the first Christmas the brothers attended in your household. They had no idea they had destroyed not only the finest china you probably own, but also priceless family heirlooms that have been handed down for generations. Everyone has heard the story of how the fine china was ‘from the old country’ and has been passed down from your great, great, great grandmother down through your family and now onto you; a torch you loved to bare as you hoped to pass it on down to your children and beyond too.

After their princes’ laughter died down, they soon realized that everyone was staring at them. All except Tony Stark who was pinching the bridge of his nose with his fingers, clearly exasperated by the guests he brought into your home. It was Pepper that finally spoke up.

“That china was passed down for generations on our family! How could you do that?!” She yelled. The two brothers looked at each other, now stunned themselves at their grave error. With a slow turn of his head, Loki looked towards you, cringing at his mistake. You stared back at him, tears pricking at the corner of your eyes before slowly standing up and grabbing a broom and dustpan. Without a word, you swept up the mess and left the dining room leaving everyone in a heavy, uncomfortable silence.

Loki heart sat thick in his throat and for a few moments, he sat in the discomfort of the room. Then, without another thought, he jumped up from his chair and followed you into the kitchen. Just as you were about to dump the shards of glass into the trash, he grabbed your wrist to stop you. You shot him a glare that sent shivers down his spine.

“Please, wait. I am sorry.” Loki’s eyes were wide and pleading and despite your anger, you listened to him. He let out a huffy, thankful laugh as he reached and took the dustpan from your hands. With a wave of his own hands, and a swirl his of his green seidr, the shards of glass started to melt and mend back together until the two glasses were like new again. You stood, staring in wonder, as this all played out in front of your very eyes.

“Again, I am so sorry, and I apologize for my oafish brother as well. Blame our cultural differences, but we truly meant no offense. Please forgive us…. forgive me?” He spoke his words softly, carefully, as he gently placed the two glasses into your hands. His calloused hands engulfed yours as his thumbs tenderly stroked your skin. You hummed thoughtfully for a moment, considering his offer before a smirk crossed your face.

“I guess I can forgive you this one time, my dear prince.” Immediately, Loki flushed yet again at your liberal use of possessive nicknames. He just met you, but he loved it more each time you had said it.

“Hm, right. Right – thanks, thank you!” He stammered, silent cursing to himself for losing his silvertongue around this enchanting mortal. Without another word, you grabbed his hand with one of yours and the two glasses in the other and lead him back to the dining room. You were greeted with whoops and hollers as you held up the now fixed glasses in the air. Putting the glasses back down on the table, you turned to the prince next to you and gave him a round of applause. Gradually, with your encouragement, everyone joined you in praising your new hero. If the young prince was flushed before, he was definitely red now.

The incident seemed to pass on from everyone’s minds from that moment, and dinner concluded without any further issues. Conversation resumed, and Loki was thankful for your sweet looks of reassurance from across the table. He had feared everyone would forgive Thor for the mistake as the team’s Golden boy, but Loki was still redeeming himself as a former villain. You changed the narrative and made him the hero without question, despite the fact he had initially caused the problem. The gesture was small, but it meant the world to him.

After everyone’s bellies were full, it was time for gifts. Everyone gathered around your giant Christmas tree that was perfectly placed in the front of your comfy living room. Your heart swelled when Loki again volunteered to help you by managing the fireplace, after you explained how Christmas is not the same without a warm and cozy fire. He stacked the wood and lit the fire like a true expert, until he leaned back, hands on his hip and proud of his work. You admired him from across the room as you handed out everyone’s gifts. It was nice having someone help you with hosting after doing it on your own for so long. Granted, you loved it, but there was something sweet, romantic, and surprisingly domestic about doing these things with someone else. Let alone someone as handsome as the God of Mischief.

Eventually, your feet carried you over to him with a small gift in your hands. You had made sure to do your research on each of your guests and get a personal gift for each of them. Loki was no exception. The look on his face was priceless as he turned from the flames within the fireplace to you and your gift. He searched your face for any signs of trickery, years of mistrust fueling him. But when he didn’t find any malice or ill intent in your eyes, only hopefulness, he took the gift from your grasp and started to open it.

“I heard you liked to read, so I thought you might like this. Hope it is alright! I won’t be offended if you don’t like it.” Loki’s eyes flitted from the gift to you, until he unwrapped a collection of works by William Shakespeare. He flipped the book over, back and forth, before he finally locked onto your eyes. You, a mere mortal who likely only knew of his past, went out of your way to give him a special and thoughtful gift. The trickster’s emotions threatened to overwhelm his as his eyes turned glassy.

“It’s perfect. Thank you,” He simply said. You only reflected happiness back at him before reaching forward, gently caressing his cheek with your soft hand. Again, your actions were so simple, but they were so impactful. Loki found himself unintentionally leaning into your touch and then following it with his cheek when you parted from him. A giggle bubbled from you as you watched the tall God turn into putty in your hands. Sheepishly, Loki bit his bottom lip as his craving for your touch was clearly found out by you. But you didn’t say anything and instead patted his shoulder and carried on with passing out the gifts.

Loki watched you like a hawk from his spot by the fire, taking his job as ‘fire manager’ very seriously. Again, you went from task to task, person to person, as you passed out gifts and desserts and made sure everyone had what they needed to feel happy and cozy. Every action was thoughtful and selfless, and the young god was captivated by you. He had never met anyone like you before and here you are, accepting him and the rest of the crazy bunch that was called the Avengers in your home with nothing but grace and unconditional love.

By the end of the evening, most of the crew was passed out in various chairs around the living room; everyone except you and Loki who still sat by the fire, munching on a shared piece of pie. Again, the groans that left Loki was borderline unholy as he ate your deliciously sweet treat. You could only blush and chuckle in response. Every groan was considered a compliment to you.

“This is positively amazing. Everything you make is incredible, truly.” He confessed to you with earnest. Giggling again, you could only continue to thank him for his relentless compliments and munch away.

“So, do you do this often?” His question pulled you from the dessert in front of you.

“What do you mean?”

“Take care of everyone around you?” He asked simply and sincerely, before taking another bite. Still, his icy blue eyes remained locked on you. For a moment, his directness took you aback, but you only shrugged and broke away from his intense gaze.

“I guess so.”

“And who takes care of you?” That snapped your eyes right back to his. Now, you were truly stunned and wasn’t sure what to say. You thought about all the previous years, all the times you hosted and took care of the family no matter what happened. It became apparent to you that you were handling this all on your own, but it didn’t matter to you. You just simply found joy in helping and caring for others. You didn’t expect anything in return.

“Well, that’s not why I do it. I just like taking care of the people who I care about.” You took another bite of pie, giving Loki a sly wink as the utensil lingered in your mouth. It seemed to fluster him for a moment, and you silently rejoiced at rattling the handsome God.

“That’s not what I mean. I didn’t mean a ‘tit for tat’ type of situation. It is obvious you are truly a caring and pure person, but you deserve to be cared for too.” Now, it was your turn to be flustered. His eyes held nothing, but pure adoration for you and words struggle to form as your heart thudded away in your chest.

“Thank you,” Was all that you could meekly say, your cheeks turning rosy not only from the warmth of the fire.

And it was in that moment, sitting in front of the dancing flames in your quaint home, sharing a piece of pie you made with pure love, that the God of Mischief knew he hopelessly fell for a sweet, selfless mortal.

You.

AHHHHHH

Dad, Don't Kill Him ➳ Loki Laufeyson

➳ this is from the pregnancy prompt list. if you want to see me write a fic from this prompt list, let me know! :) sorry for any mistakes!

➳ a/n: AHHHHH this one has my heart 😭💗

➳ pairing: Loki Laufeyson x Stark!Reader

➳ summary: As the daughter of Tony Stark, when you find out you and Loki are pregnant, you can only hope that your dad takes the news well. And doesn't try to murder Loki.

➳ warnings: talks of pregnancy, if that triggers you. other than that, just pure fluff! 💗

➳ prompts: “I already know this kid’s gonna be the luckiest kid in the world. They’ve got you as a mom/dad/parent/aunt/uncle/etc.”

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“Darling, it’s going to be fine,” Loki said as the two of you walked toward the front door of the lakeside cabin he lived in. In your pocket were the ultrasound pictures of the baby you weren’t expecting to conceive this soon, and it was all still so surreal to know that you and Loki were going to be parents.

You recalled the rocky past that Loki and your father, Tony Stark, shared. Everything went downhill during the 2012 New York attack, but when Loki redeemed himself, you found yourself falling head over heels in love with him -- and there was nothing Tony could do about it. Although he had tried to argue with you about the consequences of falling for someone of Loki’s kind, his heart ultimately softened when he saw how happy Loki made you, and how he treated you.

When the two of you were married, Tony promised Loki that if something happened to you, he would ensure no one could ever find him again. And Loki knew it wasn’t just a promise. It was a promised threat.

Loki wrapped his hand around your back. “I’m just… Worried, you know? Our engagement through Dad for a loop, even though we had been dating for two years prior… He’s just… Loki, he’s Tony Stark. He’s as intimidating as he is cocky.”

“But not toward his little girl,” Loki reminded you with a softened smile. “Darling, excluding myself, you are giving him his first grandchild. He’s going to be elated… He may try to kill me for impregnating his daughter, but he should’ve known that was coming. If only he knew how you acted when he wasn’t around. You’re certainly not a saint.”

“Loki!” You groaned, realizing he was trying to alleviate the situation. Loki mustered a grin and kissed the side of your cheek as you grabbed the doorknob. Pushing your way inside, you saw your father come down the stairs.

“Hey, kid!” He smiled widely before it dropped. “...Reindeer Games,” Tony added once he registered Loki until he half-smiled.

“Stark,” Loki laughed.

Tony walked over and engulfed you in a hug before he shook Loki’s hand. “What brings you by? I wasn’t expecting to see you until the weekend,” He said, walking into the kitchen. You followed closely behind, seeing as your father plucked a grape from the bunch on the counter and popped it into his mouth.

You smiled to yourself. “Dad, there’s something I need to tell you,” You whispered.

Tony’s eyebrows lifted. “If it’s to tell me you and Reindeer Games are expecting,” He said, and that’s when your smile dropped. Tony looked up at you, seeing how your face fell. He glanced between you and Loki who rubbed the small of your back.

“Y/N?” He called your name. “Are you serious?” He asked.

Hesitantly, you reached into your back pocket and pulled out the ultrasound pictures. Handing them over to him, Tony glanced between you and your extended hand.

“Twinkle Toes, you got my daughter pregnant?” Tony asked as he accepted the pictures. He flipped them open and your heart pounded violently in your chest as his eyes observed the tiny baby in the black and white photograph.

“Tony,” Loki laughed.

Tony’s brown orbs pooled as he ran his fingers over the images. You sucked in a shaky breath as you waited for his reaction. He broke out into a grin. “I already knew, kid.” He said, not taking his eyes off the picture.

“H-How?” You breathed out.

Tony chuckled. “Your mother had the same glow about her when she was pregnant with you,” He said. Your eyes clouded with tears and Tony quickly wrapped his arms around your body. “Congratulations, sweetheart,” He kissed the top of your head. “But I’m gonna kill you,” He pointed at Loki.

You giggled as he released you to shake Loki’s hand. “Congratulations, Sparkles. But now that this baby is going to have Stark blood in them… I hope you can handle it.” He winked. “And if they come out blue, I want a refund.”

“DAD!” You squeaked, earning him to ruffle his hand through your hair, playfully messing it up.

Tony winked, kissing your temple. As you hugged him, you couldn’t help but start to cry. “I already know this kid’s gonna be the luckiest kid in the world. They’ve got you as a granddad.” You looked up at Tony whose brown eyes were brimming with tears.

He picked up the ultrasound pictures again, his breath catching.

“Stop, I hate for you to see me cry.” He laughed, wiping his eyes.

You smiled, nuzzling closer to him. “Thanks for not killing, Loki,” You whispered.

Tony peeked an eye open and stared at Loki who rolled his eyes playfully.

“Oh, he’s not off the hook yet,” Tony announced with a laugh.

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