#dom!loki x sub!reader
requested by anonymous: one where loki's sub has really hard subdrops and he gives her aftercare and love, and it ends with them having a bubble bath? thank you!
[cw: implied smut, baths, fluff, that’s it]
the worst- or rather- the best is over.
you’re facing away from loki, his arms are around you, your back to his chest as he lets you recover from the sudden drop in your body temperature as well as catch your breath.
but he knows he has to pay attention to what you’re thinking.
he doesn’t want to overwhelm you- norns, he already ravished you out of your consciousness just minutes earlier- so now he’s patiently laying next to you; drawing small patterns on your arms (which are slightly flaring red from how he pinned them above your head earlier) to subtly let you know he’s here.
when he feels your shoulders shake as you stifle a sob- and another, and another- his heart aches, but he knows what he has to do.
now that the silence has been broken, gentle hands turn you to face loki as your tears flow freely. he doesn’t say anything, not yet, he just rubs your back reassuringly as your body racks with sobs. he pulls you to his side as you let your emotions out, your neurochemicals all over the place.
once your cries die down, your teary eyes flutter open to meet his warm, affectionate gaze. he smiles down at you- and he doesn’t expect you to return it just yet, it’s alright- and presses a kiss to your forehead, telling you he’s proud of you and how you’re so brave, and how you’re always so good for him.
he’d think he’d have his words memorized, but everything he feels for you is fresh- never fading, never always the same but just as perfect.
he lets you know how much he loves you, and continues peppering soft kisses along your neck, apologizing for the bruises on your skin. he takes you into his arms and kisses you with all his heart.
when he pulls back, his smile grows wider once he sees the love in your eyes as well.
he lifts you up bridal style and walks to the bathroom, keeping you in his arms as he sets the bath with a flick of emerald magic. you want it with bubbles? he turns to you with a silent question, and you nod, mouthing a please. he nods back, bringing a hand up to your cheek and brushing away some of the half-dried tear streaks below your eyes.
once the bath is done, he sets you down into the enormous tub and follows in after, watching as you sigh in relaxation, the tension in your body waning away into the warm water, iridescent foam adorning the curves of your body as you sink deeper into the soapy water.
he washes himself with a damp towel before moving over next to you, wiping gently but firm enough to get both your cum off, being careful of bruises and reddened areas because of too much pressure.
when the two of you are done, he kisses you once more, before whispering another “i love you”, so tender it almost brings you to tears. you say it back- as you always do- by pulling him in again to meld your lips with his.
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requested by anon: Heyo! I loooove your loki x reader smuts! Can you do one where she is trying out rough sex for the first time with Loki and he is super rough but also caring during it and once its over he takes care of reader and cuddles her? Thank you! <3
roses are red. bruises are blue. the bed is a mess. so are you.
but you love it, loki chuckles in your ear, grinning madly at your reply- a long high-pitched moan as he feels you shiver and clench around him sporadically.
your hands claw at the sheets below you for rescue before pleasure overwhelms you, but it doesn’t help. loki knows your insides too well, hitting the right spots in you with his cock again. and again. and again with no mercy.
your legs are shaking with the force of every one of his thrusts, and you bury your face in the pillow to silence your whines. loki sees this and growls, pulling the pillow away and shoving two of his fingers into your mouth.
immediately, his vision almost goes black when he feels you whimpering on his fingers. he thrusts even harder, even more determined to get you to fall apart for him.
you, on the other hand, aren’t that far from it. you’re too gone to process anything besides loki’s words, the last push:
“i’m not going to come until you do, pet. don’t you dare hold back.”
and who are you to disobey?
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Loki being reader's sugar daddae plz omg
sugar daddy loki spoils you to no end.
sugar daddy loki knows each of your little fidgets and what they mean. he knows you aren't used to this whole spoiling thing; he knows you've been fending for yourself for lord knows how long, overdue a break and someone to take care of you. exactly why he chose you, when there were so many women throwing themselves at his feet.
well, not that they stood even the hair of a chance against you.
the night he admitted his love to you was the best night of his life. he ravished you thoroughly, whispering praises and reasons why he wanted you and only you at his side, and he came harder than he ever had in all his life, his bliss prolonged with every "i love you" coming out of your lips.
mall trips are the worst for you, because even if you get a lot of good things from the best shops, it makes you feel a bit guilty that he spends so much on you.
"darling," he whispers, snapping you out of your own thoughts.
"what are you staring at?"
"nothing, just spacing out."
"you're not spacing out, darling," he chuckles. "your spacing out expression is quite distinguishable from the look in your eyes when you see something you want to get a closer look at."
he tilts your chin up.
"now, if you're too shy to point, lead the way, my darling."
you take his hand and walk- more like tiptoe- over to a shop with lingerie on display, loki following you with an amused smirk on his face as he realizes what kind of store you were looking at.
once you enter and your little walk of shame ends, loki chuckles and turns you back to him, pressing a little kiss of reassurance to your lips.
"no need to be embarrassed, darling," he teases. "you're certainly much bolder when we're behind closed doors."
he smiles at the little flustered look on your face as you survey the mannequins one by one, tracing the fabric with pretty hands, the same hands that you touch yourself with while he enjoys the view.
you're far from the innocent, curious, and- for lack of a better word- rather... dense? virgin you were when he first met you, but you're still the purest woman in his eyes.
the only woman in his eyes, he corrects himself.
"did you find anything you fancy?"
his voice makes you jolt and place a hand over your chest, as he chuckles and takes a look at the set you're admiring.
"do you like this?" he asks, and you already know his left hand is reaching into his pocket for his card.
"i'll try it on in the fitting room," you place a hand over his wrist, and he chuckles at how you think you can stop him from treating you the way he should.
"alright, but the moment you step out i'm either buying it or ripping it off you."
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SWEET BABY SUB!READER SUPREMACY UGHH 😣😣😣 Anyway I'm a HUGE fan of your works and i love how non-toxic the love is!! Could you do one where she tries to dom him but feels it's not really for her and loki takes over and just rails the everloving fuck out of her? Your smut is so much better than the whole Fifty Shades series!
"are you sure about this?" you ask, gently brushing some hair away from his eyes.
loki quirks up an eyebrow at you.
"i'm definitely enjoying the view," he smirks as his eyes trail down to your figure graced by a black corset with carefully laced ribbons down the middle. "but are you sure you can handle me?"
he pulls you to his chest and lowers his voice to a drawl next to your ear.
"just say the word and we'll do it the way i know you like best."
your breath hitches, but you keep your resolve. tonight is the night you take control.
"just sit back and let me please you for once." you whisper back, and loki shrugs, laying back down.
"yes, my queen."
he puts one hand behind his head, watching as you hover over him, your hands grabbing onto his waist to steady yourself as you lower yourself down onto him.
he grins as you let out quite a loud whimper at the feeling of being so full, but you shut him up effectively you begin to move your hips, biting down hard on your lip to stifle the noises of pleasure escaping you.
he can't hold back either, shakily sighing at the feeling of you squeezing him so tight.
he keeps his eyes on your blissed-out expression as his hips buck up to meet your staggering pace.
but to his surprise, your hands come down to push him flat on the bed.
"s-s-stay still, l-loki-"
you intend to sound more domineering, but to your slight embarrassment it comes out sounding like a plea rather than an order.
you hear loki chuckle darkly, and you look down at him, your hazy eyes meeting his dark gaze and mocking grin.
"oh? and what are you going to do to me, my queen?"
he knew you wouldn't do anything, honestly. there's no way you can bring yourself to order him, let alone get him to obey you.
it was always the other way around, him pulling you into an abyss of pleasure and you putting all your trust in his hands.
you clench down particularly hard to catch him off-guard, then lean just right over him, your lips almost touching.
"shut up," you hiss.
he only chuckles, his reaction anything but what you expected.
"i find it amusing how you think you can keep this up."
suddenly, he turns the tables on you. you're caged under him, your hands pinned to your sides and you cry out at the new angle his cock presses into you.
"you've had your fun, pet," he growls, bringing your legs over his shoulders, leaving you catching for breath. his lips slam onto yours. as he swallows each of your moans, his tongue slips into your mouth as you part your lips willingly, finally relinquishing the control you never really had.
"it's time i remind you who's in charge here."
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Hii I really love the way you write about Loki your amazinggg. Could you write something about Loki giving hickeys to his sub on the neck (and breast if you don't mind), pleaseeee? 🥺
"stop it," you giggle, pushing his face away from your collar bone, and he chuckles, snatching your phone away, hovering over you and trapping you on the mattress with his arms.
how can he not indulge, when you're being so adorable, wearing nothing but a loose shirt and light pink underwear, giving him easy access to your most sensitive areas?
"ticklish?" he teases, before grabbing your wrists with one hand and pinning them to your sides, blowing raspberries onto your neck as you squeal.
"n-no- haah, loki," you take in a shuddered breath as his lips reach a spot that makes your toes curl.
"hmm? what was that, darling?" he looks up at you with a quirked eyebrow.
"wha-what was what?" you look away nervously.
he smirks, and interlocks his fingers with yours, dipping his head back under your jaw to experimentally trail his tongue along your skin, feeling his cock twitch as you shiver and weakly squeeze his hands in yours.
"stay still, darling," he hums against your neck, slowly pushing a knee in between your legs and up to your clothed cunt, and the thin fabric does nothing to conceal the fact that you're enjoying this.
his lips latch onto your neck, sucking slowly. he smirks against your skin as he feels a choked sigh force its way out of you, and he pushes his knee up harder and that soft breath turns into a whine that spurs him on to ruin you more.
he doesn't keep consistent, alternating patternlessly between light kisses and slightly harsher bites, just enough to lull you into a state where you have no choice but to keen for him- after all, you're all his, and it's time he finally marks you for anyone and everyone to see.
"i know it feels good, darling, but i've barely just begun," he pins your wrists above your head with one hand, and growls one word right next to your ear, pleased at how you react and surrender so willingly.
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I read one soft!story about cockwarming Tate Langdon and now I'm desperate for more Tate Langdon cockwarming stories. Also some Loki ones would be nice. Intimate cuddles sound so relaxing
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Therapist: “You can tell a lot about someone’s situation by what they read. So I would like you to make a list of what you are currently reading.”
Me: “Well I mostly read fan fiction”
Therapist: “That’s fine just send me the links”
Me: um..... 👀
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he thrusts into you harder, eliciting a pleasured moan out of you.
"loki- i'm n-nah- not gonna last-"
"hold it," he growls against your ear, licking the helix, and you shudder and whine.
loki loved testing your body, seeing how long you could hold off your pleasure.
and he was so proud- you were the only one this determined to please him- being a good angel, lasting the whole time as he counted down from one hundred.
he pulls you tighter against him and moans right into your ear- that bastard knows how much his voice riles you up.
"seven. you've come this far, you wouldn't want to start over?"
he leans in extra close, reducing his voice to a dark whisper.
"this time, from two hundred?"
you let out a scream and whimper, shaking your head. "i'll take it! i'll take it! i'll be your good girl! please!"
he chuckles sadistically, one hand weaving into your hair and the other moving down to your clit.
"n-no, no, please, i won't make it!" you sob, but he tugs on your hair and your words trail off into a mewl,
"stay still, now," he coos mockingly, "how will i make you cum if you keep writhing like that?"
you can't respond, instead, you whimper in helplessness as you feel your inevitable climax bubbling up in the pit of your cunt.
your vision blurs into a haze as tears of pleasure well up in your eyes.
his fingers rub tight circles into your swollen nub, and you try to flinch away at the contact. but loki's arms are around you. he won't let you go anywhere.
he pulls your head back by your hair and latches his lips onto the most sensitive part of your neck.
"l-loki! please! i-i'm gonna cum-"
he suddenly thrusts with all his might.
"then be my guest," he growls.
a scream tugs at your throat as an endless chant repeats in your head, you're not going to make it, you're not going to make it, you're not going to make it-
and suddenly, you let go. the only thought going through your mind is that you did it, you pleased loki, he must be proud.
it seems like forever as you relish in the pleasure you've held off for- well, forever. your toes curl as wave after wave surges through you, as you cling onto loki and cry out his name, tremble after tremble after tremble.
once the euphoria is over, though, it's as if all strength leaves you as you fall limply onto the bed, catching your breath. your shaking hands fist the sheets as you choke on your tears.
you barely register loki pulling out of you, turning you around gently so he can hold you as you slowly come back from your high.
as time passes, you gradually hear loki whispering praises to you as he leaves kisses along your jaw, shushing your whimpers and brushing away some flyaway strands of hair from your eyes.
"how are you feeling, sweet?" he whispers against your ear.
"my legs hurt," you whisper back, curling in on yourself in embarrassment.
"do you want me to go run you a bath, or should i clean you up here?"
"here," you reply, burying your face in his chest.
"i'll have to get up for a moment. is that alright? or do you need me to stay for a while?"
he feels you hug him tighter for a second before letting go, wrapping your arms around yourself as you shiver from the loss of warmth.
"thank you, darling," he presses a kiss to your nose before sitting up. "i'll be back in a minute with water and something to clean you up. get some rest."
you nod. he smiles.
he turns away as your eyes flutter shut, and he swears he hears you say i love you just as you doze off.
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i love your works! can i have a wholesome scenario where loki just overstimmed sweet baby!reader to tears and he gives her wholesome aftercare? thank you!
"Loki- I-I, please, please please-"
"Please what?" he pouts almost mockingly. "You want to stop? You want less? Or... possibly that quivering little cunt of yours wants even more?"
He knows you can't answer, and that's what he loves about this. you're restrained by seidr on the bed, unable to curl your toes or clench your fists. All you can do is lay there and let the vibrator pressed up against your g-spot ruin you while Loki has the front row seat to how your dripping folds contract around the toy that hasn't stopped buzzing for hours.
He'd be lying if he said he didn't wish that toy was him.
"Loki, s' too m-much, I- ah! Too f-fast-"
But this view will do, he thinks to himself, as he purrs to you in that dark voice that has your mind reeling. Your moans have gotten louder and louder by the minute as he can practically hear your orgasm approaching, the moans turning to pleads turning to whines turning to sobs, the squelching, the little remnants of struggling against his magic, though he made clear you weren't going to leave the bed for quite some time.
"Don't fight it, darling, I'm just trying to make you feel good. Don't you like it, sweet?"
After all, the night was still young. The two of you had all the time in the world.
"I know it hurts, but it feels good, doesn't it? Breathe, love, there you go. See? You're taking it all so well. Can you do that a few more times for me, please?"
Both of you know a few more times means until he's satisfied and until you're soaked in your own cum and tears.
After a seemingly endless loop of screaming, and gasping, and hearing Loki praise you through it, and choking on your tears, and cumming, and cumming, and cumming until you nearly pass out, the tiny part of you that can still process anything besides the pleasure he so lovingly forced onto you registers that the tremors from between your folds have finally, finally stopped.
Loki gently pulls the vibrator slowly, ensuring not to hurt you, as he smiles at the little whines you let out at the feeling of the toy slowly leaving you.
You feel a weight lift off your chest, and you feel that his seidr is gone and you can somehow move a bit more freely, though you're still entirely tensed up and sore. Your teary eyes flutter open, and you are met with an emerald gaze and the smile you fell in love with.
"Loki," you sniffle, and he coos and gathers you in his arms, letting you cry and sob and catch your breath into his shoulder.
"You were such a good girl!" he whispers, and pulls back a little to look into your eyes. "You took all of that so bravely. I'm so proud of you."
Your face remains in a pout, though he knows the little twinkle in your pure gaze is the equivalent of a smile.
He kisses your puckered lips slowly, relishing in the way you softly whimper against him, and threads his fingers through your hair, massaging your scalp, smiling into the kiss as he feels you become more relaxed in his hold.
"How are you feeling, love?" he pecks your nose lightly.
A bit in a daze, you nod, and he chuckles.
"I don't think that answered my question, sweet," he pushes your cheeks together so you're pouting even more. "How are you feeling right now? Did I go too far?"
You shake your head. Loki sighs in relief.
"Was it good?"
Almost immediately, you nod.
"I'm glad. Are you sore?"
You avert your eyes and nod.
"Oh, my poor darling," he nuzzles his nose into your neck. "Would you like to go take a bath or should we stay in bed a little longer?"
He knows your answer, as you wordlessly cling onto him tighter. He laughs and nods.
"Alright, sweet, but only for a while. We have to get you cleaned up. I know for a fact dried cum isn't the best thing in the world."
You whine, and bury your face into his chest. He smiles to himself.
Loki wills himself not to move as he watches your eyelids slide shut, and you try to breathe in and out at a slower rate. He knows you're not asleep, you're just trying to catch your breath and slow your heart a bit.
If there's anything he loves more than ravishing you, it's the afterglow. He can never think of a time he left you to take care of yourself after sex. Aftercare was essential to him, even if he already took large extents to not exceed your limits. You've always apologized for being so vulnerable after romps like this, but he brushes it off and says it's his way of showing he loves you.
"Love, it's been a while," he hums into your cheek, and you sigh softly, opening your eyes to meet his.
"Hello," he playfully grins. You smile, though it's a tad lopsided, and he chuckles at how dazed you are.
"Hold on tight sweet. On three-!"
He lifts you up into his arms and you cling onto him, as he walks to the bathroom and sets you down in the tub, shedding his clothes and joining you in after.
"There we go, that seems better doesn't it?" He grins, then over exaggeratingly gasps. "Norns! I almost forgot!"
Two glasses of champagne magically appear in his hands, and you giggle as he hands one to you.
"Congratulations on your promotion, darling," he toasts. "You deserved it. You deserve everything you've ever worked hard for. I love you so much, darling."
"I love you too," you smile shyly, and the two of you clink glasses and indulge in the wine, right where the two of you need to be.
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hello!! i hope you're having a lovely day! i was wondering-- loki, but he's so rough it hurts, and aftercare is absolute bliss after???? 🥺👉🏼👈🏼
poor, poor you.
you're so fucked out you can't even think, let alone speak or make any noise besides a choked sob of pleasure.
"pl-plea- f-fu-fu- GAH!" you shriek into the pillow your face is pressed against as loki thrusts consecutively into the spot that has your body shaking uncontrollably.
"you owe me one more," he growls from above you, pulling you onto your knees as he goes even- f-fuck- deeper from behind.
you don't know how many times you've cummed, it feels like one long string of burning bliss that shoots through you like electricity. he's taken you against the wall, on the floor, chest-to-chest, and, now, with your face in the sheets as he pounds into your dripping cunt from behind.
"i-i -m so close- f-fuck-"
he hasn't given you a moment to breathe, stringing out every one of your orgasms for as long as he can before hurling you into another without any breaks.
loki is determined to see you come apart for him.
and you will, real soon, because one hand threads through your hair and pulls your against his chest, sucking yet another bruise into your neck, while the other hand moves down between your petals and rubs tight circles into your clit.
"cum now," he orders. "cum right now or i'll keep this going until the sun rises and you're clenching onto me with pathetic tears running down your face-"
it's no question, and because you're oh so good for your master, you don't hold yourself back as white flashes through your eyes and you scream until you no longer can.
loki lets go of your hair, breathing in the scent of sex and sweat that never fails to bring him down to earth after every night he ravishes you thoroughly. he kisses you gently on the shoulder, but he notices you're still breathing quite heavily.
"are you alright, angel?"
you literally can't respond, catching your breath from hours and hours of tiring your whole body out.
"do you want me to pull out?"
he sees you nod.
"stay still for a bit, angel."
he shifts up on his knees so he can begin to slide gently out of you-
a sharp whimper escapes your lips from the sting, and loki feels his chest tighten.
"ssh, ssh, don't cry, i’m sorry, i'll go as slowly as i can."
he continues to pull his cock out, as you cry softly, sensitive from the consecutive orgasms he elicited out of you.
"there you go, it's over," he moves as gently as he can so as not to hurt you, and presses a kiss to your hair once he sits up against the headboard.
"can you turn over and lie on your back, angel?"
you nod, but even that movement costs so much strength. your vision is hazy and your breath is still labored.
you wince as you turn over, letting out a hoarse groan as you finally relieve the pressure off your arms and stomach.
"there you go!" loki whispers, and presses a kiss to each of your cheeks, then your lips. "thank you. you were so good for me, angel. so good for me. i’m so proud of you."
you smile at his praise, and move to hug him, but he lightly taps your shoulders.
"you're not lifting a single finger for the rest of the night. i'm going to take care of you now."
loki gently lifts you up bridal style and heads for the bathroom, setting you down on the counter.
in a second, you’re dozing off against the marble surface, your soft puffs of breath making the strands of hair on your face flutter in sync with your rising and falling chest.
he looks down at the tiny band on your index finger, the one he proposed to you with just earlier this evening.
he smiles softly.
he knows he’ll have to wake you up a bit again to get you in the tub, but he wants to appreciate this moment for a little longer.
he turns to fill up the bathtub to draw a nice, warm bath, but not before giving his sleeping beauty a sweet, appreciative kiss.
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a scenario where loki kinda degraded sub!reader and she scrunches up all tiny and sobs a bit after cause she thought he meant what he said? thank you
A/N: LIVING. FOR. THIS.
Alright, but Loki’s aftercare would be first class.
He’d be a little sideways at the reassurance part, though, so you gotta talk a bit about what you feel too.
But this one particular night, when he’s pushed you to 99% of your limits- in a mindbreakingly pleasurable way, of course- it nags you even after he scatters soft kisses over your twitching thighs.
“Did you mean what you said?”
Loki looks up at you while he cleans your legs, his eyebrows furrowing.
“I said a lot of things. Which one are you talking about, darling?”
“When you said-” you take in a shaky breath, and your voice is reduced to a quiet mumble. “When you said I’m just some whore to pleasure you.”
He tilts his head. “You remember that?”
“I remember everything you say during scenes, Master. You say I’m your slut, you say I have to work for every ounce of pleasure I get, you say you might just find another way t-to satisfy yourself-”
You flinch at the way your voice sounds: broken, hoarse, and choked-up with every set of tears that stream down your cheeks.
“Hey, darling,” he moves to sit beside you against the headboard. “I told you that I’m not Master when the scene’s over. It stays in the scene, and so does everything I say or do to you. Do you understand?”
You nod a bit.
“And, no, of course not, I don’t mean that. I love you so, so much. I cherish you more than anything, know that, darling.”
“I-I do know that, it’s just-” you sigh, curling into yourself. “It hurts a little sometimes.”
Loki feels his heart break at how broken your voice sounds.
“I’ll do my best from now on, darling, don’t worry. You’re always so good for me and I’m proud of you for that.”
He gently lifts you up into his arms.
“Now, what do you say to a bath and then dinner in bed?”
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Headcanon? *raises hand* Loki punishing his sub...
For me, edging is his go-to punishment.
Whether you flirted with a guy for too much, or teased him at an inappropriate time, or simply because you were too sexy for him to handle -which is all the time, he'd have you restrained to the bed, trembling on his fingers , yet at the last second he'd pull out.
Because that's his way of reminding you who's in control.
(^I don't mean the above statement in some kind of toxic way, but as his way of just slightly asserting just how much power he has over you.)
Holy fuck he can go hours of edging and denying you pleasure.
And as much as you're spewing out apologies and begging him to let you over the edge just once, Loki will probably edge you for a few times after that just to spite your little twitching cunt.
He'll lay out a towel, stick his fingers in, just barely touching your sweet spot, count down from 100 in a dark sexy drawl, and if you clench even once he will start over.
"P-Please, I-I-I- nnh, Loki-"
"What is it darling?"
"P-Please... let me c-come I-I'm- hic- I'm s-sorry-"
And because he's not completely evil, he'll grant your wish.
He'll make you come, oh he will, until you can't- and maybe another, and another, and because you asked for it, a few times more than your poor cunt can handle.
You'll be choking on your pleasured sobs, because as much as you're finally getting relief it's becoming too much. But can you say anything? No, not a single word, because poor you can't even exhale without moaning or whimpering.
Loki just loves it when he sees you like this, just laying there- restrained, but laying there all the same- and in the throes of pleasure, pleasure that his own sadistic hands gave you so generously- because he gives his all, even if you're overstimulated, even if you're too drunk on pleasure to reply, because you asked for it from the beginning, with the way you teased him so much like the little minx you are.
He's just giving you what you want, right?
But as he basks in the afterglow of your punishment, he reminds you more than once that you still have the power to ask him to stop, because he would never punish you for anything besides the sake of pleasure, and that he loves you more than he can put into his words, or, more accurately, his fingers.
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for the kink game,, humiliation/degredation kink and name calling? or, on the other hand, praise kink!! >:D
but why not both?? one order of sugar-coated degradation, coming right up!!
“Loki,” you whisper out his name meekly, as you nuzzle into his thigh. “L-Loki?”
He closes the book with a snap, and grabs your chin between his thumb and his index finger.
“That’s not my name.”
Your eyes widen as you look away. “S-sorry, sir,” you correct yourself.
Loki smirks. “That’s better. Carry on, pet.”
“Can I suck your cock? P-please, s-sir?”
Loki snickers, but to your slight disappointment, he shakes his head.
“Another time, pet. I’m quite occupied at the moment.”
He gestures his other hand to the book. You shake your head, your fingers gently grasping at his wrist.
"It's o-okay, you don't have to m-move, I c-can do all the w-work, sir."
He chuckles darkly. "Oh, can you now? Then why are you sweating like a dumb bitch in heat?"
You are, you think, dammit. But who wouldn't after sitting on their knees for an hour with a vibrator up their cunt?
"It-it feels good, sir."
He grins, and you know that doesn't mean something good. You hear a click, and in your peripherals you can see Loki thumbing a remote-
The tremors in your body accelerate as he maxes the device inside you, and you grab onto both his thighs to secure yourself from falling forward.
Loki never gets tired of teasing you. God, not a day goes by where he doesn't think of fucking you so hard till you're nothing but a melted puddle of mind-fucked pleasure. All. For. Him.
Over the sound of the buzzing, and the lewd sounds coming out of both your mouth and your pussy, you hear him, telling you just how proud he is of you.
"That's right, my good little slut," he drawls into your ear, "it always does."
He always has to have the last laugh.
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Kink game post thing: Literally just orgasm control— Edging/denial and then forced and overstimulation... Yeah 😳 Thats it
Loki pulls his fingers away just as you're about to tip over, and grins almost sadistically at how you mewl so sweetly, unable to say anything from how dazed you are from the pleasure.
"Love, don't you taste so sweet?" He makes sure you can hear every filthy sound before slowly swirling his tongue around each of his digits. "I could drink you forever and never get tired of it."
You don't reply, and that's what he wants.
To see you so desperate, so willing, yearning for him just as much as he desires you.
He adores the way your nimble fingers gently wrap around his wrist, shakily trying to pull him back towards you.
"What's the matter, love?" He chuckles, running his hands up and down your thighs.
His eyes darken as he feels the way your thighs quiver in his hold. More specifically, at how he wants to fuck the tremors out of your body until you're nothing but a whimpering, weak good little girl.
Your voice is soft at first, as you choke on your sobs, your tears dampening the blindfold snugly tied around your face.
"L-Loki- I- I need to cum- pl-plea- ah!"
He presses his thumb against your clit, just keeping it there, persistently still, even as your hips instinctively jolt upwards at the sudden touch.
"Do you want to cum, love?" He teases just a bit.
God, it's sadistic, he knows. But there's just something about the way you always nod so desperately, the way your breath beautifully hitches when he pushes his fingers back inside you, the way your fingers weave into his hair as his tongue and his fingers bring you to an orgasm that crashes over you so fast and so hard.
However, fuck, he doesn't stop there. He loves your half-sobs and half-whimpers as you realize he isn't satisfied, that he'll make you cum until you can't anymore.
It's sadistic, but it's out of love.
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knife kink?? not necessarily cutting but like using a knife to assert dominance or something?? thank you!
When I was younger was a little confused why people started thinking knives were hot, and then boom loki came in my life.
You can’t hold in the gasp of surprise when he presses the flat side of the knife against your collar. He traces it lightly, in contrast to the hardness of his gaze, and the hardness of something else pressing against your thigh.
His eyebrow quirks at your sudden change in breathing, and he smirks against your ear. The feeling of his hot, steady breath on your ear quite complements the icy-cold trace the dagger leaves on your skin.
“They say a skilled fighter should know not only how to use a weapon to bring pain...”
He grazes it down to your chest, and hooks the curved edge of the blade onto the middle of your bra.
“But to use it to bring pleasure as well.”
He curls the blade just enough to pull the flimsy cloth apart, and you whimper at the sudden contact of your heaving breasts with the air. Your knees threated to buckle, but you freeze once again as he brings the knife to your chin, just close enough to keep you still.
He chuckles darkly.
“Have I succeeded, darling?”
kinkshame or kinksame?
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Kinkshame or kinksame:
Beat up kink? Like... this isn't an officially recognised kink, but when a person is all sore and weak after a fight, or feeling ill and needing to lie down and recover, and they're kinda whiney and out of it... and now you gotta take care of them and they're all sensitive and wanna take care of you but they're healing so you get to care for them. Idk, its hard to describe 😅
BIG. FAT. KINKSAME.
Loki's hand pulls on your hair, but you stop sucking his cock to gently take his hand in yours. You chuckle as you place his hand back on the bed and look up at him through your lashes.
"Loki, love, what did I say about your hands?"
"I-" he gasps through his teeth as you lick a fat stripe up his cock, and you swear it's more likely he hates this more than his actual injuries.
His eyes are fixated on the ceiling, because he know if he looks at you he won't be able to hold himself back. "I-I can't help it dove. You're doing so well, I just wish you’d hurry up a bit."
As much as your cunt clenches from the praise- and you know he knows this because you can't help squeezing your thighs together- you know he's just trying to get on your good side and get through with the teasing.
You're better than that, you think as you smirk up at him, laughing at the impatient.
"Loki, I'm going to make you feel good, but only if you lay back and let me," you muster up your best pout face.
"You're going to pay for this once I get better," he growls, clenching his fists and seething at how bad he wants to flip the two of you over and fuck you till you cry, but he can’t.
He's all smug inside because he knows with a flick of his wrist his wounds will be gone, soon to be replaced with angry red scratch marks from how hard he's going to fuck his kitten for being such a good girl.
kinkshame or kinksame?
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based on your zodiac sign, what would loki say before fucking you till you cry?
aries: "get on your knees. now."
taurus: "stay still before i chain you to the corners."
gemini: "you fucking asked for it darling."
leo: "you'll hate me when i'm done with you."
cancer: "that's a good girl. now can you do that again, for me, dove? just one more, i promise." "that was beautiful, dove. can you do it again?"
libra: "spread those pretty legs for me, dove. a few minutes and i won't give you that choice."
virgo: "relax, darling. you're such a good girl. let me please you for being such an obedient dove."
scorpio: "i'll ruin every other man for you."
sagittarius: "i'd grab the headboard if i were you."
capricorn: "be careful what you wish for."
pisces: "you do realize that once i start, the only thing that can stop me is your safeword?"
aquarius: "you look away for even a second and i'll stop."
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My Darling Dove (1K Followers Special!)
The winner is... Prompt #05!!
“You’re so innocent, yet your curiosity wanders far beyond anything pure. Shall I be your guide to the most sinful, ravishing, and utterly glorious pleasures of all?”
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TW: smut, corruption kink, oral (fem receiving)
"Y-Your majesty? Are you in here?"
You try to steady the shaking of your hands by clenching your fists as you knock on the door.
You've gone here hundreds of times with some of the other maids, to change the sheets or arrange the wardrobe, but it's different now.
It's different because the Prince summoned you alone.
To put it in the words of the head maid, he wants you, specifically.
But why? You were just one of the other handmaids in the palace, no one significant to the royal family, let alone the prince.
No one answers the door. You test the doorknob, and it clicks as you turn it slowly. You peek into the room. No one's inside.
You let out a sigh of relief and push the door completely open, though your ears are still thrumming hard.
Prince Loki set something alight in you- something you've never felt- and it was quite scary- the feeling of not knowing. The feeling of not knowing what pleasant burn would come alive inside you every time your eyes met his, the feeling of confusion every time his eyes lingered on you for too long, the way it seemed he was playing a tempting game with you.
A game you have never played.
You swallow your pride and start towards the bed, assuming the Prince just called you here for chores, and nothing else.
Just as you reach the bedside, a firm hand grabs your wrist and whirls you around, and you nearly stumble if not for Prince Loki's grip on your arm.
His other hand cups your chin and tilts your face up to meet his eyes.
He's even more captivating up close.
"The little dove actually came," he smirked.
"I-I-I was ordered t-to, I couldn't d-disobey- ah," your words come out in shaky breaths as his thumb brushes across your lips.
He quirks an eyebrow, and lets his grin widen. He must know the effect he has on you. It's impossible for him to be enjoying it this much.
"That's what I admire about you, dove," he chuckles, letting go of your wrist, and you can still feel the ghost of his grip on your arm. "You're so obedient, so nice..."
And, when your eyes flicker away for just a fraction of a second, he pulls you closer, his fingers working through your braids and slipping the hair tie off, threading his fingers into your scalp once your tresses flow freely.
"So eager to be a good little dove."
His thumb brushes against your cheek before the hand caressing your face drops to his side.
Your eyes widen. "Kiss you, your majesty?"
You had never kissed anyone, let alone hold hands with anybody. And here you were, with Prince Loki, the one you admired most, and he was asking you to-
"I won't repeat myself."
You let out a squeak, and in a panic, you rush up on your toes and quickly kiss him.
On the cheek, that is.
You squeeze your eyes shut, unable to look at him any longer. "I'm sorry, my prince!"
Unbeknownst to you, Loki turns irrationally red at your little stunt. He had always seen you as so pure, so innocent, but this- this was something else.
He chuckles in amusement, and you open your eyes slowly and raise your chin a little to look up at him. His hand is brushing lightly against the spot where you had-
"Was that a kiss?"
Your face burns at his teasing tone. You don't know, honestly.
"That was just a light peck. You really are a little bird, aren't you?"
Was that a compliment? A mockery? A rhetorical question?
You don't get to find out, because his hand coming up to hold your face startles you out of your half-baked thoughts.
"Perhaps I should show you, then."
He lightly brushes his lips against yours, very slowly. You flinch at the contact, but his thumb brushes lightly on your neck, as if to soothe you. It works, and your eyes flutter shut on instinct.
The prince who had nearly cut off your blood supply by gripping your wrist, was the same prince treating you as if you could break any moment.
Which, you could. You could spontaneously combust right here with just the way he's being so gentle.
But, then, gentle became... a little less gentle.
He nibbles down on your bottom lip, and when you gasp in surprise, he slips his tongue into your mouth, and you unintentionally let out a whimper as his tongue expertly knocks the wind out of you. His other hand snakes around your waist, and pulls you even closer, giving you no room to escape.
You have no idea what you're escaping from.
He pulls away after a while, and you can't stop yourself from slightly leaning back in before he chuckles and you suddenly get flustered again.
"Y-your majesty?" you ask, your head still down, your breathing heavy, your mind still dazed from the kiss.
"Wh-why was I asked to come here? A-alone?"
Prince Loki doesn't speak for a while. Unlike you, he's perfectly composed and not a panting, shaking mess.
"I asked you to come here because I have a proposition."
He pulls on the bottom-most button of your plain white shirt. It comes off quite easily- it's loosened due to the wear and tear of time- and he takes one of your trembling hands in his.
"Take your blouse off for me."
Your stomach somersaults at his words, all heat rushing to your face, burning like magma.
You let him guide your wrist to the next button, and you take it off, then the next.
You're staring holes into your shoes, and you don't dare look up- not even when his other hand starts rubbing gently on your cheek.
"N-No one's ever seen me naked before, your majesty. I-" you pop out another button and shakily exhale.
Prince Loki knows what you're trying to say. He knows you don't know what you're doing.
He's going to fix that in a while.
He'll utterly deflower you in the most passionate way.
But first, he'll get you through this.
As you pop open another button, he leans down and whispers right into your ear.
"That's it, dove. Keep going."
You shudder at the praise, and something twists inside you at the sinewy tone. You quickly unbutton the next two buttons and he chuckles.
"One last, little dove."
He emphasizes his little nickname for you by kissing your ear slowly, and you're so startled you nearly rip the last button off.
"Ssh,” he chuckles, amused. “Don't be so alarmed, dove."
He unsheds the upper half of your body, and the hairs on the back of your neck shoot up because he lets out an almost predatory growl.
"You're even more beautiful than I'd thought."
Heat blossoms on your cheeks and between your legs at his generous praise.
His eyes have darkened significantly, and the look in his eyes is feral.
"Get on the bed."
Your eyes flicker behind you to his large four-poster. "On y-your bed?"
He suddenly pulls you to his chest, and he bites down on your ear. You let out a whimper, but you're cut off when he tells you to-
"Get on the bed, or I won't be able to control myself."
You stumble onto the bed quite clumsily, and adjust yourself so you're kneeling, your hands fidgeting nervously in front of you. Loki joins you, and he holds your chin and captures your lips, but this time, he's shedding his armor, tossing it somewhere else in the room.
He's left in trousers, naked waist-up, and you can help the shiver that runs through you.
You can feel your heart thumping in your chest, and you're breathing air like you've just gone for a swim.
His tongue slips in your mouth again, and he sucks just hard enough to have you whimpering into his mouth. He breaks away and looks down at you. He grins, and his skilled tongue traces his bottom lip like a hungry wolf.
"Look at you, my little dove. So innocent, yet you're almost completely bare for me."
He leans in close, his voice darkening into a sensual whisper.
You feel your stomach twist at his voice and he chuckles, gently pushing on your chest so you lie flat on the bed. He moves his face next to your other ear, licking your skin gently before softly nibbling on it.
He hovers on top of you for a second, seeing your flushed face and chest, before moving to your neck and kissing every inch of cherry red skin there. He alternates soft kisses with sucking and biting, skillfully making you mewl just for him.
You're absolutely gone. You've never felt anything like it. You feel something blossoming in your stomach, like a fire, but one that burns beautifully, sweetly, making your toes curl. You thread your shaking fingers through his hair, and you feel his hand running up your wrist.
But he suddenly slams your hand down above you, and grabs the other as well, holding both your arms above your head.
He continues his ministrations, down your collarbone, onto your left breast, and onto your ni-
Before you can stop yourself, you feel yourself arching your chest into his face, unable to keep yourself from sitting still.
He smirks devilishly up at you. "What was that, dove?"
"N-Nothing, your majesty. A-About y-your proposition?"
"Ah, well," he crawls up so his face is directly over yours again.
"The first order of business is to drop the formalities," he trails the tip of his tongue over the helix of your ear, effectively reducing you to pants and whimpers. His fingers toy with the garter of your skirt, the last piece of cloth covering your dignity. "Address me properly first."
You gasp at the sudden sting on your hip from the stretched garter, but the sound turns into a loud moan as he bites down on your ear and growls.
"Call me my name."
If you were shaking earlier, you were practically vibrating now just from his voice.
"L-Loki," you stutter, and he smirks against your ear as he brings both his hands to your skirt and slowly drags it down your thighs, your ankles, your feet, until he all but gracefully tosses it aside.
"Your h- Loki," you test his name on your tongue a second time, it feels foreign, but nice. "What are you doing?"
He grins almost madly, and jerks your legs apart so wide, a shockwave runs through your legs at the sudden cold that hits your soaking cunt-
"I'm going to study you, little dove," he kisses your ankle slowly. "I'll find out what makes those pretty little legs of yours shiver like a leaf in the wind. I'll uncover every dirty little fantasy you'd never admit to anyone, even yourself. I'm going to find out what you like, and I will give it to you tenfold. I will ravish you again, and again, and again, until you're wholly, utterly mine."
Oh, the prince had such sway in his words. It's one of the reasons you admired him so much. Everything he'd say was so intellectual, so intelligent, and though laced with a bit of sarcasm, his voice seemed to lure you in with every word.
Which didn't help that you felt your stomach twisting with every hot breath that landed on your petals.
“Does that quirk my little dove’s interest?” He raises an eyebrow playfully at your flustered state.
He smirks before his eyes lower to your cunt, and you can see the glint in his irises. As if he's found a diamond.
Which he might as well have, because Loki wants nothing more than to find out how you taste.
And here you are, spread out for him so willingly, so vulnerable. All for him.
"Look at this," he looks up at you before diving in, pressing a kiss to your petals, and- Norns, what is this feeling? Your toes curl and you let out a whimper into the back of your palm.
He chuckles against your heat, the vibrations making your voice go higher. He pulls away, his chin and lips soaked.
"Do you see this, dove?"
You nod once, your face burning.
"It means you want me, little dove, you crave me." His tongue darts out to clean his lips, and you shudder at the act. His eyes flutter closed, and for a second there's a tense silence.
His eyes snap open, and the fire in his eyes is feral.
You feel another clench- and now you're aware that the origin is your cunt- and your breath catches in your throat.
"I need more-" he grabs your ankles and pulls you closer to his face.
Loki hooks one of your legs over his shoulder and lays your other leg flat down on the bed, and- giving you one last look before grinning sadistically- licks a fat stripe up your folds.
The sounds that leave your throat are unholy. The only thing your poor little head can process is his mouth on you, his firm grip on both your thighs, and your fists clenching the sheets below you.
He alternates between soft licks, slow ones, fast ones, but he doesn’t establish some kind of pattern. He wants to keep you on edge. He wants to see you fall over the peak without you even seeing it coming.
He grips your thighs harder, and teases your entrance with his tongue-
His head snaps up at the utterly beautiful noise that you make when he does.
He likes it.
He does it again, and again, and again- wait, he realizes you’re quieter. Your thighs are shaking, and are you wincing?
“What is it, dove?”
“I-I-I liked it, b-but, could you- maybe- slow down?”
He blinks twice, then chuckles to himself softly. He crawls over you and brushes a little hair away from your face.
“I apologize for getting too far ahead. I couldn’t resist,” he chuckles. “I’ll slow down for you, dove.”
You feel his fingers trace your hip lightly, and you unintentionally flinch, bucking your hips into his.
“So eager already, my dove?”
He circles his fingers around your entrance, gathering your nectar, before sliding them in.
You gasp, and he presses his mouth to yours, groaning into your mouth feeling just how warm your insides are.
“I thought you said you wanted me to slow down.”
You’re unable to think right now. You don’t know what he’s doing, or what you’re feeling, but you don’t want it to stop.
His lips are back at your neck, sucking slowly, his fingers curling inside you until he hits a spot that makes you-
“Ah! Please, Loki!”
He knows he’s sparked something in you. He knows you’re at the edge already.
Which is why he pulls out his fingers.
You whimper at the loss of his digits and your hips chase after them, but he holds them firm in place with one hand as his eyes darken.
“I don’t think you know what you’re asking for, dove.”
You look away. “I don’t,” you meekly admit.
“You don’t. With how pure you are, there’s no way you’d know what I’m going to do to you for the rest of the night.”
He flicks a hand and green light surrounds him. When it vanishes, he’s completely bare. Your eyes land on his cock. It’s big.
But maybe it’s not. You’ve never seen one before.
A snap has your eyes shooting back up to his, and he smirks, knowing what’s running through your mind.
“I asked you here because I want to offer you endless nights of pleasure.”
He hovers over you.
“What I did to you earlier? The blissful state I had you in? That was just a prelude of all the dirty, sinful things I’ve wanted to do to you for so long.”
The last part of his words made your eyebrows furrow. So had he thought of this before?
As if in reply, he gently brushes his lips against yours. His hand comes up to brush your neck.
“I have had my eyes only on you for the past months, dove. No one else. You’re the only one I would ever offer this to. You’re the only one I would ever want to care for, to ravish, to love.”
After taking in a breath, his hand moves down to your thighs, gently nudging them apart.
“I only ask for one thing in return.”
You nod. “Anything, Loki.”
“Be mine as well,” Loki positions himself at your entrance. “Give me this chance to be your mentor, your friend, your lover. Allow me to deflower you in the most passionate way. Trust me with all of you, and I will trust you with all of me. Let me give you what you’ve been missing, because you gave me light when I lost it in the darkness, dove.”
He smiles down at you, and you can just barely make out the unshed tears in his emerald orbs.
“I’d like to do the same for you.”
You smile as well, and nod.
“Thank you,” he breathes out. “Thank you for trusting me, dove.”
He slowly sheathes himself in you, and you can’t help the whimper that escapes your lips at the intrusion. You feel so full, so blissful, but there’s a lingering sting as he goes deeper and deeper and deeper and deeper-
“Hey, ssh, dove, don’t cry,” he coos, your pained gasps stinging his heart. “It’s alright. You’re doing so well, t-taking all of me like a good dove.”
He praises you through it, telling you how good you are for him and how you’re making him feel so good and how he can’t wait to make you feel so good.
“There we go, it’s over, ssh, don’t cry.” He brushes away your tears. “I’m going to move now. I’ll take it slowly, don’t worry.”
He pulls out until only half of him is inside you, then pushes back in a little less slowly. Slowly, the painful burn slowly turns into one that makes your legs shake and your cunt clench, and makes you see stars in your eyes. He can hear the change in your voice, and takes this as his cue to move a little faster.
You’re a mewling, moaning mess for him and he loves it.
“It drives me insane that you’re so beautiful, yet I’m the only one to ever grace my eyes on you. Do you know how much power you’re trusting me with? I could break you so easily, I could- ah, fuck- I might take advantage of your kindness, yet you trust me with all of you.”
He takes your legs and pulls them around his waist, pushing deeper and harder into you.
“But I can never do that. I could never do that to you, dove. What you’ve given to me-” he kisses you briefly, “-it’s a blessing from Valhalla. I could never take advantage of you for that. You’re too precious. I love you too much to do that.”
Those three words, combined with how good he’s making you feel, bring tears to your eyes.
“I-I love y-you, Loki,” you whisper into his lips.
“I love you too, with all my heart, dove.”
He kisses you once again, before his hand finds your folds, rubbing your clit, and bringing you closer and closer to the edge-
“Please never let anyone see you like this. You’re mine. You’re mine, dove, and I’m yours as well.”
“Loki, I’m yours, I’m yours, I’m yours, I’m yours-”
It’s an endless chant that seals your deal as the both of you get lost in the feeling of each other.
The moon is high in the sky.
Loki’s hands seek out yours lazily, rubbing circles into it for a minute before he turns you around to face him as he brings your hand to his lips.
“You get more and more beautiful every second I look at you, dove.”
Your cheeks heat up and you hide shyly into his chest. He chuckles, and lifts your chin with a single finger to press a kiss to your nose.
“You’re still as shy as you always were, no matter what you say. Or are you just a really good actress?”
“M’ not,” you mumble against his lips. “Almost broke character when you snapped my skirt. Gets me every time.”
Loki quirks an eyebrow playfully, before laughing and shaking his head. “Doesn’t it feel great to look back on the old days? When you were just a pure, naïve little dove who would obey my every whim?”
He rolls over so he’s on top of you. He grasps each of your arms in his and inhales the scent of your hair.
“Not that you aren’t still one now. You caught me off guard with how great of an actress you were. Stuttering like a sweet little bird, just like you used to do back then. Makes something tick in me, makes me want to-”
He playfully growls and nibbles your bruised neck, and though you love when he does that, you whine softly.
“Later,” you push him down so he’s on his side, facing you. “Wanna sleep. You tired me out a lot.”
“I’m sure I did,” he chuckles, pulling you to his chest, pressing one last kiss to your lips.
“Now, sleep, you deserve it. You’re always so good for me, my perfect little darling dove.”
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Paint My Body, Be My Muse (10)
The young, freckle-faced lad- his name was Kare, Gaelic for curly-haired; the name was given to him at the orphanage where he grew up- watched as Ingrid left the room, shot a glare his way, then stormed down the other side of the hall.
He chuckled to himself. She must have scared the bollocks out of somebody again.
He had gotten used to it, after nearly thirteen years of his life serving the royal family. There were always girls who were jealous, who wanted the princes' attention for money, or popularity, or something else he didn't want to think about.
He started for the open door, whistling a lullaby by his mother that he memorized by heart. One she sang to keep him calm at night.
His whistling came to a short stop, though, because his eyes landed on you.
"Hello, ma'am!" he gave a toothy grin.
You blinked twice, then opened your mouth as if to say something, then thought against it and nodded.
"Hello," you whispered back.
He tilted his head at you, then looked back at the open door. He closed it gently, then turned back to you. "Miss Ingrid can be quite scary, can't she?"
"I-I, uh... yes, I was shocked for a little while. Sorry," you scratched the back of your neck.
"Nae, it's alright. You're quite brave actually. I've heard some maids ran away after being yelled at," he joked.
He held his hand out to you. "I'm Kare. I do most of the handiwork here at the palace."
You took his hand and whispered your name.
"So, you must be new here. I can show you around if you ever need help, is that alright? Supper will be at six at the maids quarters. Have you gotten to know the other maids here?"
"I... I'm not one of the maids."
"Then... you're one of Prince Loki's pleasure maids-"
You shook your head. "N-No. I-I," you took in a breath. "I paint for him."
Kare's eyebrows raised. "You're the painter girl?"
"I've seen your paintings, and while they're not very comfortable to look at in public-" he saw you try to keep from flinching at that, "-you have talent."
Kare tilted his head at you. You were about an inch taller than him- maybe a few years older- yet you seemed timid and scared.
You must have gone through Hel.
"Do you need any company? If you prefer to be alone, I'll go-"
"N-No, please, stay. I... appreciate it."
Kare smiled. "Can I tell you something? Let's sit somewhere."
He sat on the side of the bed, and you followed after.
"Ingrid can be scary, but she's very dense."
You look at him curiously, and he continues.
"A few days after she first came here, she asked us where the bathing pools were. She yelled at us for being so stupid, and one of the maids got mad, and led her to the fish ponds instead! She stepped in and screamed when the fish popped out of the water!"
You smiled a little at his story.
"Now, I know her threats can be very dreadful, but she can't do anything to hurt anyone. Contrary to the authority she tries to press on us, she's only been around here for a month. She can't hurt you, or me, for that matter."
That seemed to comfort you, and, this time, your smile reached your eyes.
"Thank you," you whispered. "I was just shaken after she talked to me."
"Ah, it's nothing," he brushed it off. "Well, aren't you famished? Join us for dinner! We're having my sister's special spinach puffs!"
You nodded and followed him out of the room, smiling bittersweetly at the fact that this young, curly-haired boy might be the first friend you have ever had.
Ingrid thumbed the note Loki had given to her.
Hello, darling. I apologize for leaving you alone for too long. Meet me in the hall at around seven and we can have a conversation over dinner.
She rolled her eyes.
It would have been quite elating if the note had been directed to her and not you.
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CLANDESTINELOKI 1K SPECIAL
Let me start by saying I never expected to get this far. I really just write self-indulgent stuff, along with the occasional requests. But you guys have been nothing but very sweet, always sending me love and reblogging my works. Thank you for believing in me, it really means the world!!
Now, I’ve been thinking of writing a smut special, and so far here are my ideas! Please sneak into my asks with the number of your choice, and maybe a little message to me! It can be your first impression of my blog, your favorite fic, or even a question to me!!
1. “Do you want me?” “Want is an understatement, petal. To put it so blandly, I’d pin you to my bed and destroy you if you asked.”
2. “You’re writing about me again? No, don’t stare like a deer in headlights. Let’s see what your dirty little mind has conjured up for me now.”
3. “Beg for me, love. A few minutes and I won’t show you or your dripping little quim any mercy.”
4. “You said you wanted more. This is more. Now take it before I turn the setting any higher.”
5. “You’re so innocent, yet your curiosity wanders far beyond anything pure. Shall I be your guide to the most sinful, ravishing, and utterly glorious pleasures of all?”
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