947. The EXTREME and UNUSUAL Kink Meme

[fallen_rosiel]

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Loki | avengers!verse | SHOUT OUT A NO TO NUMBERS; 11-14 | YES to personal favorites; 1-6, 29 and 31

[just_a_relic]

( ooc;; anything goes with me~ same verse canons preferred, but open to anyone )

fancy a mind!controlled and/or still under loki's power clint with any number of your favorites?

[stillnotlegolas]

You have no idea how much i've wanted this pairing. Let's do 1 and 2

[just_a_relic]

( any other ones you want to add in there is fine with me~ )

It has so much potential! Guh. Also, perfect. Feel free to muck about with his awareness as well.

[stillnotlegolas]

{The wall of the warehouse was cold behind his back, that much he was aware of, torso stripped as it was. There was a blindfold over his eyes, which normally would have had him snarling but currently simply cut off his vision and made him vaguely uncomfortable for lack of sight, and his hands were tied-though he wasn’t entirely sure why, he had no need to attack his Commander - above his head, keeping him splayed out and available.

His pants still clung to him, untouched as of now and he shifted his weight absently, waiting, it seemed, for what Loki might do}

SO MUCH POTENTIAL.

[just_a_relic]

Loki didn't trust people anymore, he hated sentiments because that was one way out of many, that would be the death of him one of these days. Though he had no intention of dying without taking thor down with him, bonus points if all of asgard did as well- loki deemed his childhood as tainted. Tainted by everything the house of odin touched. His very life's existance, it was all hateful. With his raven colored hair, loki watched the controlled avenger come forth. The strein the portal had put on loki upon his arrival, still showed by the dark bags under his eyes. In a dark corner of a room, the trickster waved his hand once, magically removing the blindfold as he said in his velvety voice, "can i trust you." which sounded more of a demand than a question in debate.

:D :D

[stillnotlegolas]

{Removal of the blindfold left him blinking unnaturally blue eyes as he sought out Loki, finding him in the corner and letting out a huff of a breath.} You can {He replied, easily, and it was true. The tesseract had shown him much while he was under her influence, but the overlying Truth was Loki's power. Clint knew that more than he knew his own name. Anything the Asgardian asked, Clint knew he was answer and answer more truthfully than he had anyone else who queried}

Lol i have the sudden image that loki would keep clint and never let him go.

[just_a_relic]

There was no doubt in his mind on the fact that this human wouldn't betray those words- infact loki didn't even know why he had questioned the other of his trustworthiness, for he already knew that the avenger was forever under his control and nothing could change that. But then again, maybe he just liked to hear that he could put such trust in his servant. It has been a very long time since he ever became intimate with someone else and he was becoming irritated by his persistant urges that the god figured the well-built man was the perfect candidate to possess. Loki knew that he would never have this man completely because he has unwavering control over him and the other isn't agreeing to his own concious free will, but the god quickly decides that it's a wonderful compromise. " good. Now come here." the god had rose to his feet as he leaned his staff against the nearest wall. " i require your services."

Bahaha. Careful, Loki,there are people who would likely come after him

[stillnotlegolas]

{Clint moves before he entirely knows what he's doing, and the entire thing is like that--he acts on instinct and driven motions, and can think no I'll of it, because as soon as the negative thought enters his head it's gone again, pushed out under the Truth of the tesseract. He stands in front of Loki within moments of the command, hands clasped behind his back, feet spread slightly, standing basically at parade rest as he arches an eyebrow} Yessir?

TROLOL, as if he would let them.

[just_a_relic]

The raven haired god smiled at this, smiled at the notion that this was easy- to bend humans to his will, it boosted his ego, almost as if ruling this world would be so easy to manipulate. Which, loki had always thought so the moment he arrived here, but now it was a sort of confirmation to the trickster. But before he could think about moving forward in his plans, he needed nourishment- which he has attained to a certain degree, but now he had to accept his need for pleasure. On asgard, it would be snap-of-a-finger, fast to get any number of subjects to fuck him out of his mind. But here on midgard? Not so much. Bothersome, infact. Caressing the others cheek with the back of his hand, loki said slowly, " i require...your body. And the knowledge of how you humans make love." daftly, the god reached behind the other only to release the man from the ties around his wrists- loki asked this of the other because he wanted to know if his form of love differed from the others own.

XD Natasha does tend to be very persuasive when she wants to be.

[stillnotlegolas]

{It's the words 'make love' that sink into him the deepest, and he has a flash of a series of faces, important ones he knows, Natasha, Phil, others he'd know, but he thinks for a moment that he might be able to break through the hold this man has on his mind--

--but then, as soon as he thinks he might be close, the distance expands by miles and he's helpless against it. His eyes lift up to meet the god's and he nods agreement, standing still while the ties are released, before speaking}

How would you prefer I serviced you?

To tell you the truth, i get a ladyboner everytime i see her in the avengers movie. ;D

[just_a_relic]

Loki places the bonds inside his pockets for future plans of using it- he may or may not utilize its purpose, who knew. In the past, loki wasn't too aggressive- in current months though he had changed but not by much- he still had the same quiet personality when he found himself just a bit down and low. Depressed was such a... Human word, that the green eyed male never would use that word to describe himself, it was so foreign and pitiable. "in any way your kind shows .. affection." he nearly snarled upon that word. Affection. That is what hardened loki's heart, the way it ruined his life. But even the god knew he had to learn to heal. So long as the man before him was under his control, nobody could harm him. The god wore his green and black uniform, just a reminder to everyone that a god is among them. Turning to the bed, loki sat down and asked as he looked up innocent at the other while holding the mans hand, " Also... I can't quite remember but, have you told me your name?"

who doesn't. Guh, scarjo, you so good.

[stillnotlegolas]

Agent Clint Barton, Sir. Codename Hawkeye {He answers simply, as his brain processes through the command. Affection is different from sexual satisfaction, and again there's a bit of a flash of a memory before it's gone, and he moves forward, framing the God's cheeks with his hands before leaning forward and pressing their lips together with what equates to a soft moan}

Her body is so flawless~

[just_a_relic]

"clint. I like it." he tilts his head for a moment of thoughtfulness before the other then sets into motion to show such affection to him. Loki's hands then glide up to clint's torso as he kisses the other, rougher- the kind that is purely fueled by lust, it takes the god all the patience he has, not to pull the other down on top of him and order that hawkeye just take him anyway he wants. It doesn't really matter how, his urges are many and they needed to be noticed and dealt with. Breaking the kiss, loki gave one more kiss before asking, "how long has it been for you since last you allowed yourself to be intimate with a man?" loki always was a very curious person. "and also, do you find me attractive?"

[stillnotlegolas]

"A week, Sir," He admits, openly. More than he'd say to anyone he worked with, or anyone, really. He kept his private life just that, private. Not to mention SHIELD was likely to frown on the relationships he kept. The second question has him pausing, considering, before he answers with honest Truth, for he can do no other, "You're not my usual type, but yes,"

[just_a_relic]

That prompted loki to palm the other, firmly, with a smirk- "well then. We're just going to have to change that, aren't we?" he had waited it out this long and he supposes now it was a good time to pull the other down for a nice long kiss- which he did while saying, "good answer." had the other came up with any thoughtless answer, the god may have been forced to punish the avenger. For some reason he heard himself asking, "just for curiousities sake, who is your type? And you have my permission to ask me anything in return. I hardly think rallying anything of what we discuss to your friends would be of any benefit to them. Besides, there's nothing thor wouldn't have told them already." loki ran his hand through his own head of hair, pulling on it lightly as he looked up at the other, unwaivering.

[stillnotlegolas]

"Phil Coulson," He answers, simply. "And Natasha Romanoff," If he had any sort of type, they'd be it, simply because they were the two people he actually trusted himself with. Or had, before the Sceptre had changed that. Now they were the enemy, out to destroy Loki and Clint couldn't have that. The mission of the tesseract could not be compromised.

"Would you like me on my knees, Sir?"