#dom!tom hiddleston

[clandestineloki]

Cold Flower (NSFW)

A/N: My public apology for going dormant on Tumblr for nearly 5 months.

tw: jotun!loki dom!loki, sub!cottagegirl!reader, loki’s cock is big but his size kink is bigger, corruption kink, praise kink, manhandling but very cutely if i may say!!, unrealistically fast paced because loki is horny ) >:D

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The grass tickles your ankles as you step through the bushes, careful not to step on any pretty flowers in your path.

Sunset is nearing, and you've only gotten so much as a few ferns. But you don't mind. The forest will bloom when it wants to, and even if you haven't collected any flowers for your work you're having a wonderful time looking around at all the birds and the deer and the butterflies and nature; just getting away from the busy life in the village is enough of a treat.

Stepping through a clear patch, you look around for any deer traps. What deer traps? The ones that have hidden nets that burst out from the ground like flytraps and scoop up any poor being that just happened to be there, leaving them trapped up in the air by a rope tied to a tree.

Now that you think of it, a clear patch in the middle of the forest means one thing: a deer trap has been set off already.

Right above where you stand.

Realizing the danger of being anywhere near a threatened or harmed deer, you’re ready to bolt out of the woods when you look up, and see a net that’s filled with leaves, branches, and stray grass reeds.

And dangling out of the net is a leg— a leg that looks less like a deer’s… and more of a person’s.

You gasp in horror. Someone’s caught in it!

Running around the tree, you find the rope suspending the trap buried in the ground. You rummage for your shears and hastily cut it, grabbing the rope to pull it down with your weight and let the trap sink to the ground slowly.

When it does, you run over, cutting away as much of the net as you can, digging through the leaves until you reach someone covered in an enormous fur cape.

You gingerly pull it back, and stare in awe.

It’s a man, with dark hair and sharp features, no doubt very handsome despite the scratches and cuts he’s sustained. The linen top he’s wearing is littered with twigs.

Softly, you brush away the twigs when you touch his wrist and freeze.

And quite literally, because his skin is as cold as ice.

Almost as if he were a corpse.

“Sir! Sir! Please wake up!”

When Prince Loki’s eyes open and adjust to the glare of the sun— and the silhouette blocking it out— his breath hitches.

Is this Valhalla? Am I… dead?

Surely, he must be. For above him kneels the most beautiful girl, almost shimmering in the golden light, it’s definite that you’re an angel.

“Hello? Sir? Can you hear me?”

An even lovelier voice for a radiant woman. He nods, and you let out a sigh of relief.

“Oh, thank goodness!” You lean forward, brushing away twigs from his face and cloak. “I thought you had died! I hate those deer traps, they’re dangerous and they're so hard to see! It almost killed you! Are you alright?”

“Yes- Yes, I’m fine. Thank you.”

It’s as if he spoke without thinking, eager to hear more from your pretty lips. You catch your breath, kneeling back down, and he sits up to get a better look at the captivating face of his savior.

“How long have you been up there?”

Loki brushes his hand against his cheek. “I'm not quite sure- ah-”

He hisses when his fingers graze a wound on his temple, and he retracts his hand to find a few specks of scarlet.

“Probably not long, I'm still bleeding,” he shows you his hand, and you gasp.

“Oh, no,” you take a closer look at his face. “My house isn't far from here, I can help you clean up and get some rest. You must be exhausted. Are you alright with some porridge and biscuits? They're all I have the ingredients for and the farmers’ market is a bit far so I'm sorry if...”

Loki honestly can’t concentrate on what you're saying. He nods along, but he's rather focused on you.

As he tags along behind you as you retrace your steps to your home, Loki whispers a thanks to whatever Gods led him to be graced by your beauty in this moment, regardless of the circumstance. He had just been hunting for sport, unaware of the trap that had pulled him up into the tree so suddenly and rendered him unconscious.

Now, he's found something— no, someone— better; a much more rewarding, delicious little prey.

“I just realized I haven't introduced myself."

Loki looks up just as you say your name, timidly holding out your hand. He takes it after a moment.

“Loki,” he replies, once he finds it in himself to speak.

“Like the prince?"

He recoils a bit in surprise. “Yes- Yes, like the prince. Uh-"

“How are you feeling?" you ask, dabbing the cloth lightly against his wrist.

“They don't hurt if I don't move."

“Okay. Let me know if it does.”

Loki nods, watching you silently tend to his wounds, before he hisses softly.

You flinch, pulling away. “Oh, I'm sorry-"

“You really don't know who I am?” Loki asks.

A second passes as you look down at him, brows furrowing as you sit down next to him on your bed.

“I can't recall. Sorry, have you ordered flowers from me before?"

“You run a flower shop?”

“Yes, that's why I was in the woods. I was looking for fresh flowers and came across you up in that trap.” You tilt your head. “What were you doing in the forest, anyway?"

“I was... hunting for deer, and the last thing I remember is hearing something above me snap.”

“Hunting… Is that what you do for a living?”

“Well, no. My brother and I do it for sport."

“Oh."

Loki stares at you blankly. “My brother, Prince Thor."

You nod.

Loki chuckles. Your pretty little head hasn't registered it.

He leans in close, brushing his lips against your ear, and whispers very slowly:

“I'm Prince Loki."

And the reaction he gets is the cutest. Your lips part as your eyes widen, to which he grins.

But he doesn't expect you to fling yourself off the side of the bed and onto the ground, bowing down to him.

“Your Highness!” you squeak. “I'm so sorry, I didn't know!! I-”

“Darling, please," he chuckles, shaking his head. “That isn't necessary-"

“I'm so sorry, I'll get some tea, do you want anything from the market? Please, allow me-”

Loki bends down, lifting you off the floor in a princess carry and sets you down on the bed.

“Please, don’t stress yourself. You saved my life.”

He takes your hand, kissing it softly as he smiles up at you.

“Thank you, pretty angel.”

Your eyes widen as you stutter out tiny breaths. Norns, aren’t you the most adorable?

“I don’t think you believe me.” He stands up, pretending to be offended by your silence.

“No!” you cry . “I mean- I do believe you! It’s just- I was surprised, I didn’t think-”

“Didn’t think what? A prince would just be out in the woods for no reason?” He laughs, leaning down to you. Before you can respond, he chuckles again. “That’s alright,” he steps back, “you just need a little… evidence.”

Loki closes his eyes, and lets himself shift into his true form: blue skin, dark green patterns across his biceps. He hears the tiniest gasp of amazement from you as the magic also heals his wounds and cuts (and hopes that he’ll hear more of those cute noises very soon).

When he’s done transforming, he opens his eyes and stares down at you.

Dear Norns.

He knew he was already taller than you in human form, but this was just delightful. You’re much tinier than him, staring up at his stature with those wide doe eyes of yours.

“You are-” you blink a few times in shock. “You are the Jotun prince.”

He smiles even wider. “That’s right.”

“And… I… just saved the Jotun prince.”

He starts laughing, leaning down to whisper in your ear.

“Clever girl.” He knows he’s downright cruel, teasing you just because you’re so cute. “And do you want anything in return for ‘saving the Jotun prince’?”

“Well, I don’t know-”

Loki walks closer to you, and stands between your legs as he drops his cloak to the floor and leans down, drawling his next words very slowly.

“You deserve something… special. Something downright… pleasurable as a reward for saving my life. Something that you’ll remember for the rest of yours.”

He chuckles darkly when your breath hitches in realization.

He wants to make love to you.

“What?”

He pushes you down on the bed, trapping you in with his large body as he takes your wrists in one of his hands.

“You’ll feel undeniable bliss. I’ll take you over and over and over again until I’m sure you’re truly satisfied, because you’re such a sweet little angel saving my life and cleaning me up and looking so fuckable.”

You mewl, no doubt keening from his dirty words. He cups your chin.

“All you have to do is say yes. You don’t even have to do anything~”

His thumb brushes over your quivering lips, and push into your mouth. Loki grins as you look up at him, nodding slowly.

“Use your words, angel,” he teases, pulling his thumb away from your mouth.

It takes you a few moments to catch your breath. “Okay…”

He wanted to make you beg. He wanted you to say please, please fuck me so he could flip you over like you weighed nothing and take you over and over again like you’d asked but the way you whimpered withered away the last of his patience.

He had to make you his.

Loki captured you into a passionate kiss, muffling every last sound your pretty lips made so that only he could hear. He pulled away only to push you down on the sheets again, forcing his tongue into your mouth as you twitch in his hold, unable to comprehend how dizzy you are from just a kiss.

The two of you pull away for air as his dark green irises watches your eyes glaze over with submission. He grins, unbuttoning his white button-up and tosses it elsewhere.

He grins as you stare at his chest. Your tiny hands reach for him, tracing over the markings and patterns.

Loki hisses, taking your hands in one of his. You whimper as he stares down at you.

“I’m sorry,” you mumble, “Did that hurt?”

“No, no.” His voice softens as he leans in, kissing your nose gently, his other hand pushing your dress up your thighs. He kisses your cheek, then presses his lips against your ear. You shiver at his ice-cold breath.

“It doesn’t, angel. It’s just that if you keep doing that, I won’t be able to resist flipping you over and pounding you into the sheets until you’re dripping with my cum and you can’t think.”

He pushes his knee against your crotch, making you squeak like a pathetic little mouse. Loki grins.

“I will be doing that, mind you,” he teases. “But I simply have to get a taste of your pretty juices first~”

Your skirt bunches up against your twitching hips as Loki stares down at your dripping cunt.

“Oh," Loki chuckles. “You're already wet for me, angel, isn't that adorable~?"

You mewl, bashfully covering your face as he grins at your embarrassment.

“Stop teasing..."

Loki shakes his head, pouting in mockery. “Only if you stop being so cute when you're flustered. But until then…”

He places his hands on your thighs, pulling you closer to him as he lowers his face to your mound.

“... I'll enjoy fucking you until you submit to me.”

Your eyes widen as he licks your folds very slowly, and you whine shakily.

“Prince Loki..."

Loki grins, kissing your pretty cunt wetly and pushing his tongue into your dripping hole. And your helpless whimper of pleasure as he devours your pretty pussy whole is the cutest and most captivating noise he's ever heard.

He draws it out of you again, and again, and again, drinking every bit of your slick, even if poor little you are just getting wetter and wetter.

You're panting now, and Loki is equally as short of breath, only ever breaking away from you to watch your pretty face scrunch up so cutely. Loki licks his lips, nibbling on your thighs and making you squeak and tremble in his icy grip.

“You're such an adorable little angel," Loki grumbles. "Makes me want to eat you up like a little mouse, hmm?”

He holds you down firmly as your moans tickle his ears. The way your little hole squeezes around nothing is just so cute, he just has to stuff you full after he makes you come far too many times than you can handle.

“Aww,” Loki chuckles as you whimper breathily, thighs thumping helplessly against the bed. “Little angel can’t take it anymore?”

He brushes a blue finger against your dripping folds, sinking into your hole for the millionth time making you squeak and sob in sensitivity.

“P-Please…” you mumble, glazed eyes pleading for a moment of rest.

He sighs, forgetting you’re just a pure little thing having her first time, and gently scoops you into his arms to press a few kisses to your cheek and whispering your name.

“Have I thanked you enough already~?” He teases, and you nod, nuzzling into his hold though you shiver lightly.

Loki’s heart skips a beat. He feels you cling to him tighter and he feels your little ass grinding against his cock.

“Well,” he muses, “I believe my kingdom will be overjoyed to find that an angel like yourself saved their prince, hmm?”

“Huh?” you ask, still pleasure-drunk as you settle into his lap, as if you perfectly fit in his hold.

“I said,” Loki chuckles his icy breath tickling your face, “My kingdom would be overjoyed to find a pretty thing like you saved the royal prince, wouldn't they?"

“Mhm..."

“And they'll throw a week-long celebration...” he continues, trailing kisses from your cheek to your shoulder. “All for you~”

“R-Really?” you gasp as he begins sucking on your skin, sure to leave marks after. “A whole week? That's too much-!”

Loki laughs against your shoulder, holding your hips down so he can feel your hips grind against his cock. “Nothing is too much for a perfect little angel like you~"

Loki licks the bite mark he's so carefully placed on your skin, then looks up at your glazed eyes and twitching pout.

“Would you like to come back with me to the palace?"

The look of confusion and bashfulness across your face makes his cock twitch against your bare folds.

“Me?! With you?!"

“Do you abhor the idea of that?”

He knows he's being mean and he knows you don't hate the idea, but Loki just can't resist seeing you so embarrassed and stuttering to apologize.

“No! I didn't mean that! I was just surprised-"

Loki shakes his head with a little chuckle, and brings you closer to his face to kiss the crease between your eyebrows.

“I know, I know. I was just teasing."

“Don't be mean like that!”

Loki laughs darkly when you cross your arms.

In a flash, he’s got you on your hands and knees before your pretty head can even figure out what’s going on.

“And if I do, what are you going to do about it?”

You shiver at the dark growl in his voice.

You're so far deep in this haze all you can see is blue.

“Your highness-!”

Loki presses your chest against the bed, leaving your pretty ass on display, purely his for the taking.

“You’re just a little mouse that can’t hurt anything, hmm? Just so innocent, and weak, and ready to be ravished.”

A cold, thick finger traces your wet folds, and you whimper, burying your face in the sheets as he tickles your hole until you’re shaking with need.

“Maybe I’ll take you back home with me… and make you my wife.”

Loki shoves his finger all the way in, knocking the wind out of you because you swear you can feel him in your tummy.

“Your- Your wife?” You ask, voice higher and breathier.

“Yes~” he mocks your airy voice. “My pretty wife, who won’t have to get her pretty hands dirty ever again, who I’ll take care of, and protect, and fuck every single night.”

Loki curls his finger, reaching that sensitive little part in your cunt that effectively leaves you a mumbling, drooling mess on him.

When he’s gotten you wet enough, he draws his finger back (to his cute little angel’s momentary dismay) and forces your thighs apart with his body, the head of his cock twitching against your folds.

Loki will forever remember the gasp you let out when you feel just how big he is.

“Do you want to be fully mine? Do you want me to fuck this little hole of yours with my cock until you’re screaming for me?”

You whine at his dirty words, slurring something that sounds like a yeah, and he knows he’s got you exactly where he wants you.

“Really?” he chuckles, fingering your little hole one more time to slicken your folds. “Do you think I’ll fit~?”

And with the dirty wet noises that tickle his ears as he sinks all the way in he gets his reply.

“Oh?” Amused, he runs an icy finger up and down your bare back. “She can take it, after all. What a good girl~”

Loki barely gets the praise out before the prettiest whimpers fall out of your mouth like sweet honey, your poor cunt clenching down on him as your voice gets higher and breathier by the minute.

“Please-” you hiccup, turning to look at him with those pretty teary eyes.

His vermillion eyes stare you down cruelly as he grinds his hips down into your ass, making your head fall onto the sheets as you slur out a moan.

His cock feels so heavy inside you and by the way he laughs quietly you know he knows just how big he is compared to you.

And the way he pins you down harder lets you know he loves it.

“Oh, you just feel so good around my cock,” Loki groans, pulling back and thrusting into your leaking little pussy.

Poor you, already sensitive beyond imagination as this handsome blue prince ruins any other man for you with the way his cock stretches you out better than anyone ever will.

Not that anyone else will get the chance to. Loki’s decided it: he will take you home to the palace and make you his wife, and everyone will bow before their new princess.

Loki can't resist you any longer. He beats your poor cunt like the beast he is until you're whimpering and bucking against him helplessly.

“Feels... weird..." you shudder and gasp, tears leaking from your eyes as he sinks deeper into you, his huge cock hitting all the good spots inside you as your pleasure takes over your senses.

“Oh, is she close? Is this perfect little cunt going to come all over me?”

Loki's dirty words make you whimper and nod dumbly.

“Yeah," you sob.

Loki laughs at how blissed out his little saviour is and stops,pulling out slowly and groaning when he hears the sinful squelching as your juices drip onto the sheets. He turns you on your back, pinning your wrists to your sides, and captures your lips in his as he sinks into you once more.

“I missed these pretty lips," he smirks into the kiss, taking you for himself.

“Y-You just kissed me a few minutes ago..." You sigh dazedly, though you love the attention he's giving you.

“Still can't get enough of you. You're just so sweet~" Loki licks your lips, thrusting harder and making you squeak and link your fingers through his.

“Say my name."

“Loki...”

“Gods," he throws his head back, almost moaning at how submissive you sound. “Surrender to me, darling."

His hands snake down to the back of your thighs, lifting them and pressing them to your chest, quickening his pace.

Your eyes scrunch up as you nearly scream in pleasure, wriggling away as if you could escape from him.

“Surrender to me, angel~" he grins, kissing your neck and marking you up. “A pretty angel like you deserves to be pampered like this every day. Imagine that? You'll never have to lift a finger, I'll do all the work, I'll do all the fucking.”

Loki accentuates that last word with a hard thrust into your hole, making your eyes blur over with tears as you mewl helplessly in the Jotun prince’s tight grip.

“Awh, don't cry," he teases, kissing your nose when he gets a sinfully great idea.

He stops his movements, making sure he's buried all the way inside you before he flattens his tongue against your soaked cheek and licks your tears away.

You gasp, stunned for a moment before you keen and twitch helplessly, whining loudly as he does the same to your other cheek.

And your poor little cunt just clenches down again.

Loki growls, his primal instincts taking over because you're his ideal mate and you're nothing like he's ever seen. The sounds in the room get filthier and filthier as he loses control and rams into your poor hole.

“What do you say, angel?" Loki asks, letting go of your wrist before his hand makes its way down to your clit, rubbing the little bud and making you scream and tremble in his arms. “Be my- fuck- be my bride? Be my pretty little princess?”

“Yeah,” you mumble, chest heaving as your eyes flutter shut.

“Are you close?"

“Mhm..."

“Cute little mouse," he chuckles, pressing open mouth kisses to your neck as he rubs your clit. “Let go for me now, angel."

It’s a sight from heaven as you orgasm all over him, soaking his cock with your juices and helplessly thumping your thighs against the bed because Loki won't stop thrusting in and out of you.

Loki growls, pinning you to the bed. He stills, and you gasp at the feeling of his warm, thick cum filling you up. It makes you feel even more full than you already do and it makes you dizzy with even more pleasure.

It becomes too much for your melting brain to handle when he pushes deeper into you and you gasp, attempting to kick him away.

A firm, cold hand grabs your ankle and spreads you wider, and you whine shyly when he grins at you with a cruel glint in his eyes.

“Stay with me, darling," Loki teases, gripping your hips possessively and holding you still on his cock so he can finish filling you up.

It feels like hours before he breathes again, but it's only been seconds for him, already wanting another round with you.

But the prince resists, setting your sore legs down slowly and carefully sliding out of your cunt.

You sigh in exhaustion, but your breaths falters in embarrassment when you feel just how much he pumped into you, dripping out of your twitching folds and onto the bed.

A tiny drop even lands on your ass and Loki chuckles at your wide eyes, leaning down to kiss your lips and whisper a dirty promise that he'll fuck you down there too next time.

“Next time?” you ask, lips parting.

“Yes," he teases. " I've decided it, you're never leaving my side, my guardian angel~”

And he scoops you into his side, letting you rest before he has a few more rounds with your pretty hole— then he'll take you back home to the palace and convince you to stay. He'll show you the library. He'll let you lose yourself in the royal gardens all day if you wish! As long as you return to his chambers each night and let him please you the way you deserve to be.

But he's fallen for you already and the whole kingdom will burn in a blaze of sapphire dust if anything or anyone ever keeps him away from you.

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[thekatfuzz]

Shadow of a Doubt (Preview)

So how about that episode 2 huh?? 👀 when I saw Loki using his shadow magic for the first time in the trailer even before the episode released I knew I had to write a fic about it. So here 'tis!

Pairing: Loki x TVA Hunter Reader

Warnings: eventual smut, shadow magic, use of restraints, slight non-con, slight dark!Loki. **contains slight spoilers for Season 2.**

Rating: M

London, 1977

Night in the city never slept. It wasn't a stressful or rushed state of being awake, but it was rather just alive and existing. The distant sound of sirens from a fire truck nearby, some honking cars here and there, and the distant music and chatter of people on the phone or couples talking to each other walking past you. The ambiance and the world around you seemed distant and unimportant in comparison to your important mission--compromise Variant L1130-- also known as Loki Laufeyson.

You've seen him before, at the TVA and in files that you read. He thought he was the God of Mischief or something. At least thats what Mobius said. You didnt know what he saw in Loki. Mobius has always been interested in such strange things.

Of course, the Variant was mysterious--and not to mention, quite handsome. The mugshot on his file depicted a good-looking man with chiseled cheekbones and raven black hair. Sure, you thought he was good looking, and you wouldnt kick him out of bed if you found him there, but of course you wouldnt go out actively wanting to sleep with a rouge Variant--no matter how hot they were.

You had your assignment. And you had your warnings. Loki's file had mentioned his use of magic and illusions and the image of big, impact text on the file flashed through your head:

"IF CONFRONTED, PROCEED WITH CAUTION."

But you weren't worried. You were in disguise anyway. Your Tempad and pruning stick tucked away cleverly and your determination on display. You've dealt with hundreds of so-called perilous Variants before, how different could this one be?

You got to a shadowed intersection and you looked around. It seemed quieter here. Flickering streetlights lit the slick cobblestone streets as low footsteps and indistinct chatter could be heard. A few people could be seen walking here and there a distance away, but there wasn't much here. All of a sudden, you could have sworn you saw a person appear out pf nowhere out of the corner of your eye. You would have usually just shrugged off as your eyes playing tricks on you in the dimly lit street and kept walking, but something didnt feel right.

The air felt colder and it felt like the sounds of the world were even more further away now as a chill ran up your spine. You felt alone but at the same time, like you were being watched. You looked around frantically, not even knowing what you were looking for. Your hand went quickly to where you hid your pruning stuck, ready to fight or fly.

Suddenly a shadow caught the corner of your eye on the wall. You turned to face it, but it was gone.

What the hell?

Your breathing became faster and you leapt into action, running away. You barely made it a few feet until you felt your arm be tugged backwards, halting you. You shot your head back to see who was holding you back, fully ready to fight back--only to see in surprised confusion that there was no one holding your wrist. It was like a ghost was gripping your arm with invisible fingers but very real strength.

It took you longer than it should have to notice the towering shadow on the wall. It was definitely a human, a male probably, holding your arm. It was like the shadow, somehow, was restraining you.

"What the...." you whispered aloud.

You tried to wriggle free and managed to for a few seconds, until you felt another similar invisible hand grip your other wrist. The next thing you knew you were pinned with your back against the stone wall, looking out at the end of the alleyway where light poured in through a rectangular opening.

Heart thundering and mind racing, you extended your neck a bit in front of you and looked up at the wall you were held against. Two large shadows this time. They looked the same, each holding your arms out to the side like you were shackled to the hard stone wall.

Then, you saw it. First from one shadow, than the other-- a set of sharp, curving horns began to grow out of the black shadows' heads. You watched in surprise as the horns began to bloom and didnt even notice the man striding towards you, eyes glowing an otherworldly green.

"Well, well..." purred the voice, in a velvety English accent. "What have we here?"

Loki.

The infamous Variant stepped out the shadows in a very elegant suit with a white ruff in his chest and a neat bow tie. His hair was slicked black and his hands were clasped behind his back. He sauntered over to you, smirking. Looking like a spider who had just caught a decadent fly in its web.

He waved his hand again, and your clothes changed as your breath hitched. Your disguise melted away to reveal your black TVA hunter armor. You gritted your teeth. This was annoying, but this wouldnt stop you. So what he knew you were from the TVA. He would be incarcerated there soon enough.

You jerked and struggled against the shadow bonds as Loki chuckled.

"Don't bother, darling." He mused. "Shadow magic--quite useful, actually. Very hard to break out of it's grip."

"Loki Laufeyson--" You said, hoping your voice carried more confidence and certainty than you felt. "You are under arrest by the Time Variance Authority for crimes of sabotaging the Sacred Timeline."

He raised an eyebrow. "Am I?" He said in mock surprise. He looked around. "So I've been told before."

He stepped closer to you, his features sharp in the dim light. "Go on then hunter, arrest me." He put out his wrists in an exaggerated act of surrender. He paused a moment then looked back up at you. "Oh dear, but you can't though, can you? You seem to be a little...incapacitated, darling."

"Don't call me that." You spat, blood boiling. Maybe you wouldnt even take him back to the TVA--maybe you would just give yourself the satisfaction of pruning him right here and now.

He looked taken aback.

"Trust me Variant, when I'm free--"

"I'll be sorry?" Loki said, sounding bored. "Yes, yes. Heard it all before. You hunters are so cute when you try to threaten me."

He stepped closer yet again to your restrained body, closing the space between you. You could nearly feel his breath on your face now as he looked down at you with his piercing green gaze.

Your heart hammered in your throat, loud enough that you hoped he couldn't hear.

"Do you know who I am?" He asked, running a finger down your cheek, making you shudder.

Your face flushed, praying he couldnt see it in the darkness.

"Of course I do." You choked out. "You're a villain. A Variant. A threat to Time itself." You stabbed. Loki smirked.

"Am I?" He said, amused. "You seem to have such strong opinions about me. Did they warn you about me, Variant? About how dangerous and horrible I can be?"

"I'm not afraid of you." You said boldly. "I haven't even seen you do anything more than your silly shadow puppets and your outfit-changing trick."

"Oh." Loki growled. He came even closer to you and grabbed your chin, his chest pressing you against the hard brick wall behind you. Your wrists felt cold and ached from the restraining phantom hands.

"Well..." Loki said, lifting your head up forcefully. He lowered his voice to a growl, and locked his gaze with yours. "Perhaps I've just been waiting for a moment like this, so I can do terrible, awful things to you."

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[ladyhiddlestoner]

The New King

Part One

Part two is here

Summary: Loki wins the New York battle and becomes the king. He wants to play with his newest toy

Note:This is my first writing I hope you like it.

Warnings: Smut,(Well, there are a lot of warnings. Please don't read this if you're under 18.)

"Do you know who I am? Do you comprehend how little you are compare to me, human? You should be in awe of my mere presence. I am Loki, the god of mischief, your king."

He said this with a dominant voice as he was sitting on his throne with his scepter in his left hand, while she was kneeling in front of him with her hands tied behind her back. She felt so nervous, and her heart was racing.

She looked around. The room was full of guards.

"Look at me, midgardian girl. You know why you're here, don't you?"

She looked down and whispered quietly, "Yes."

He hummed in approval. "Say it. And make sure to be loud enough for everyone to hear. "

She paused for a moment and said, with a shaky voice, "I'm... I'm here to serve you, my king."

"That was good, my toy, but that wasn't loud enough. Louder. " He commanded.

She closed her eyes and repeated, this time louder. "I'm here to serve you, my king."

The god of mischief laughed and sat back on his throne. " Good girl!" he says as he sipped his drink.

"But I don't want your empty words of politeness. I want your fear. And your submission."

He sat up and started to walk towards her. He put his hand on her neck and squeezed a bit at first, but he started to increase the pressure. She yelped from the pain.

"I'll let you go on one condition, human. You submit completely and absolutely to me." He laughed at her tears and watched her in amusement.

"Say it. Admit that you are mine, and I am your master. Say it. I command you." He squeezed her neck even further. She started to choke, and then he loosened his grip a little.

She cried and begged, still couldn't breathe. "Please, I'm yours."

"Good, then say it louder. I want to hear you say it. " He squeezed her a little harder, just enough to remind her of her situation. She didn't know how, but she managed to speak louder. "I'm yours." She said it with a trembling voice, tears running down her cheeks.

He smiled with glee and released the squeeze on her neck.

"That's a good girl. I will reward your submission greatly." He kissed her cheek and stroked her neck.

She gasped as she tried to breathe.

He took her into his arms.

"Shh, shh, now, my pretty little toy...everything is alright." He stroked her hair and smiled at her, "You will be treated well."

He whispered to her, "It has been centuries since I have had my way with a human. You should be...thrilled about the honour of being my plaything. Now...kiss me."

She panicked, moving slowly towards him and blew a light kiss on his cheek.

He smirked and pulled her closer, kissing her lips passionately, "Good girl… That's it…"

She panted as her heart was racing.

"Now you're getting the hang of it." He smiled seductively. He looked over at the royal guards, who were watching with intrigue.

"Your body is mine now, pet, to do what I please with." He whispered in her ear.

"I am going to show you what a god can do to a mortal woman." He pulled her closer and whispered his intentions as he kissed her neck lightly. She gasped as his lips touched her neck. Her cheeks started to turn red.

He bit softly down her neck and started slowly untying her hands.

He whispered back to her, "You will give me much pleasure, pet, You have nothing to fear. This night is going to be...epic." He stroked her hands softly. Then he put his hands on her dress, starting slowly to undress her. She pulled back and whispered shyly, "But sir, the guards are here."

The god of mischief snickered and grabbed her hand to stop her,"Shhh, My Toy. They are here to watch us. They want to see what a god can do to a mortal woman, and you will show it for them." He gave her a seductive glare and sided his hand down her cheek.

"You are mine, girl." He whispered back to her, "and I will do as I please with you now."

"Please, maybe they can leave, sir." She pleaded.

"No, pet, they will not leave. They will stay here, in awe and envy of the great Loki's powers with a mortal woman." He took his hand and sided it past her ear and started caressing her. "There's nothing to be afraid of my toy, They enjoy it." He smirked. 

"But I've never been naked in front of anyone, sir. I can't." She looked down. 

He smiled seductively,"You don't have a choice now, girl. You're mine." He started slowly to took her dress off.

"Let them watch." He whispered to her.

Her dress fell off her chest as he tried to hide herself, She was glad that at least she still had her bra on.

He smiled and took her hand, making her stand in front of the royal guards with nothing but her underclothes on.

"This is what you want, isn't it, my pretty girl? To be adored? To have them envy your body? And me, as the owner...the master." He grinned.

She closed her eyes and shook her head in shame. Her cheeks were so red and her body was trembling. She looked at the god with pleading eyes. 

"Shhh, no shame, little mortal. This is why the gods took mortal girls...so they could serve them in very way." He said slyly, enjoying her embarrassment and shyness.

He chuckled and put his hand on her chin lifting her head up. He put a finger on her lip.

"Listen. You can hear them wanting it and enjoying. But you are mine to possess." He grinned and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer to him.

He could feel her warm breath now. She put her hands on his chest and looked into his eyes,"But I've never done this before, it feels weird and wrong."

"That's what makes it interesting, my plaything. He smiles as he caressed her chin, and whispered right by her ear.

It's not wrong when you are under the protection of the god of mischief. You don't know it yet, but you crave this."

He kissed her throat again and whispered mischievously,"You're enjoying this...you're letting me take care of you... aren't you?"

She loved it when his lips touched her, and his voice and words were doing magic to her. She didn't know how, but she was convinced. Well, it wasn't like she had a chance against the god of mischief. She stood there and let him do what he wanted to her. And she nodded in defeat.

He smiled, he was amused, and he stroked her hair with his hand.

"That's it... That's a good girl. You are doing so well, my little courtesan." He looked at her, licking his lips.

"You are learning quickly that you can let go...submit...let me control you. It doesn't feel wrong, does it?" He asked seductively.

She didn't say anything, she just stood there obediently.

Loki caressed her cheek and pulled her face towards his. Somehow, she was trying to hide herself with his large figure, but he noticed that." You can't hide yourself away like this. I want to see you." He caressed her neck." And I want them to see it happen...okay?"

He whispers seductively. He gave her goosebumps each time he whispered in her ear. 

He leaned back and looked at her half naked body and admired her. He caressed her skin and ran his tongue across her neck. "My, my. What exquisite skin. Like gold under the moonlight. Such a delicacy." He smiled seductively. "You have no idea how badly I wanted to see this..." He bit her neck gently and whispered. 

She jumped a little from the pain.

"Shhh, that's okay." He bit down even harder, drawing a few trickles of blood. "I like it when you're in pain, my beautiful human."

"Does it hurt?" He whispered to her. "Or does it feel more like pleasure...?" He looked at her closely with a smirk on his face as she feels his hot breath on her neck. She felt herself grew wet, it felt so good. She let out a quiet moan. "Umm... It's kind of both." She said hesitantly.

He bit down harder than before, smiling as he saw the pained expression on her face.

"Oh…so the human body is quite sensitive to pain? And in such a pretty place, the neck? Do you know what happens when you mix pain with pleasure?"

She gasped at the pain and shook her head. She was scared by the way he was treating her. 

He saw the fear in her eyes and his smile grow to a wicked smile.

"Oh...but my toy...if I enjoy causing pain...and you enjoy receiving it...that means we're both winners...don't you think?" He said as he bit down harder, drawing more blood. She whispered from the pain and pleasure. 

"You like that, don't you?" He asked with an evil smile, then bit down harder, holding her still. "That's right...your pain turns you on, doesn't it...?"

She nodded. 

"Use your words, pet, and address me as your master." He ordered. 

"Yes ,master." She said with a low voice.

"Good girl...that's exactly what I like to hear." He saw the red bite marks covering her neck and felt her body shaking from terror. "Hmm...what else can I do to you?" His voice dripped with excitement.

"Why don't you just close your eyes..." He placed his hand over the bite marks on her neck." And wait... I will surprise you."

He put his hands on her breasts, and cupped them gently. Then he started to unclip her bra. "Hmm. ..Let's move on to something more ...interesting." He whispered in her ear.

"We'll see what happens when your body is fully exposed for the world to see… " He chuckled and whispered to her.

He caressed her body up and down.

"Good girl!"

She kept her eyes closed while her breath was heavy and her heart was beating so fast.

He moved to her lips and kissed her softly. While he was touching and stroking her breasts, he rolled his hands slowly around her nipples and said, "Yes, that's right...just give yourself to me, my dear." He whispered in a husky voice. 

He smiled slyly as he pulled her body closer, his voice still whispering in her ear.

"Good, toy. I'm so proud of you, little girl. You'll learn to enjoy being my plaything. And you'll learn to make yourself useful for me."

He ran his fingers across her lips.

"There's something more I want."He whispered suggestively. "Will you give me that for this night?"

"And what is that, Master?" She asked nervously. 

He chuckled; his voice was full of excitement. "Oh, this is going to be so much fun…"

His smile grew wider as he motioned for one of his guards to approach. He looked over at the guard and nodded. The guard moved closer to her and touched her cheek.

She looks scared and confused. She tried to avoid his touch, but he grabbed her waist.

Loki asked the guard while he was holding the poor girl in place, "Have you ever been with a mortal woman?" 

The guard said, as he was looking at her with lust and desire. "No, my lord, I haven't."

She blushed, she was really confused. Didn't he say that you are mine? She thought. 

The other guards envied his luck so much. Wanting to be in his shoes. 

"Oh, that's a shame. They are such fun. Look at her, so young and pure, ripe and ready." He smirked and turned to her. 

"Look at her, guard, have you not wanted to have a mortal woman before?"

 He gestured at her, and looked at her with a lustful glance. "Look at those curves, look at those eyes, and her lips, so, so kissable"A smirk formed on Loki's face, and he nodded at the shuddering girl indicating that she should give her body to the guard.

She was scared now, and it only became worse as he asked the guard to continue to touch her body. 

She looked at the god and protest. "But, please, you said that I'm only yours." She shuddered. 

"Only to me? Well, what kind of god would I be if I took ownership from others? You...my dear girl...are to be shared with my warriors." He smiled mischievously. 

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[peachyjinx]

The Coffee Date

Relationship: Dom!Loki x Sub!Reader

Word Count: 4k

Summary: You meet up with your boyfriend Loki after some time away on a mission. Established Dom/sub relationship. No safe words, but assume they have a signal or something. This is pure smut.

Warnings: 18+!! This is filthy, sorry I got carried away. Sort of cockwaming if you squint, public sex, rough bj, throat fucking, cum play. Thirst for Loki's amazing jawline, inspired by this thread.

You thoughtfully look down at your clothing options laid out on your bed. Your eyes glance outside again, seeing the trees swaying with the mild breeze, and the brightly colored leaves swirling around in the air. The autumn season is at its peak, and the colors on the trees pop vibrantly against the bright blue sky. New York is especially gorgeous in the fall, and you love that about living here. 

You decide to choose a very low cut t-shirt with a warm flannel over top, and a pair of your tightest jeans. You smile as you check yourself out in the mirror after changing- you’re sexy without trying too hard. Perfect. 

The cool breeze hits your face as you step out of the tower and make your way to the meeting spot. You walk quickly, eager to see your dark God at the coffee shop you had agreed on for a rendezvous point. You haven't seen Loki in over two weeks, having just arrived back from a tedious mission. As soon as you landed, you immediately texted him. He was out at a meeting with Stark - Loki wouldn’t elaborate- and the two of you agreed to meet as soon as he was done. 

When you weren’t fighting alongside the Avengers during this last mission, you thought about Loki waiting for you.  You had been together for a few months now, and the sex had been intoxicating. The two of you were fully in lust with each other, and every sexual encounter seemed more intense than the last. You quickly discovered that Loki loved dominating you, and that you just can't get enough of it. You loved the freedom of letting Loki take control, bringing you to new realms of ecstasy when you came together. 

Your mind wanders as your legs speedily move you through the crowded streets, and you can feel the heat in your body rising, picturing all of the ways the two of you fucked each other whenever and wherever you could. You no longer feel cold as your mind is consumed with lustful thoughts of your handsome boyfriend and his perfect body on top of yours. 

Your impure daze is broken when you see that you’re close to the coffee shop, and see the tall man standing out front. A huge smile spreads across your face as you see Loki, dressed in a sharp suit with a long coat, looking unnecessarily handsome. 

He sees you and mirrors your smile, and your legs speed walk up to him, as you practically leap into a hug. Your heart races as you wrap your arms around his firm waist, and he wraps his arms around your shoulders. 

“So happy to see you Darling,” he beams down at you from your embrace. Loki pulls you in for a kiss as the two of you stand on the busy sidewalk. The kiss is gentle and slow, full of affection and longing. You feel an urge to climb him like a tree, but instead break the kiss before you escalate things. 

“Hi Loki, I missed you,” you smile up at him, unable to hold back your excitement about seeing him. 

"I have missed you too. Shall we go inside?”, he cordially asks. Nodding, you follow him as he takes you by the hand and into the building. 

“Hey Loki, I’m going to grab us a table. Can you order for us?”, you ask as you see the bustling crowds in the cafe. 

“Of course, and what does my date require?,” Loki coos, while bringing your hand up to his lips, planting a chaste kiss. You feel butterflies in your stomach and notice that people around you are watching, the handsome God having caught their eyes.

“The biggest cafe latte you can get,” you cheerfully reply, then make your way past the line into the lounge. 

Scanning the crowd, which has thinned near the rear of the building, you spot an empty large couch in a back corner and make a break for it, ducking and diving behind people. 

“Aha!” you happily exclaim to yourself, plopping down in the middle of the soft couch, claiming it for you and your boyfriend. Around you are a couple tables, some occupied and some not. It feels like you have the corner to yourself, perfect for you and Loki to catch up. 

As you settle in, you realize the heat in the cafe is on full blast and you feel like you’re going to melt. Removing your coat, you adjust your shirt and top, pulling the t-shirt extra low just for Loki. You smirk to yourself at your subtle way of tantalizing him. He loves it when you wear low cut shirts. 

Loki emerges from the shuffling crowd, coffees in hand. Your eyes are able to take in his tall frame as he walks towards you in long, confident strides. Was he always this tall? You feel so small compared to him, and want nothing more than to leave right now and beg him to fuck you. A wave of heat crashes over you, but you try to ignore it. There will be time for that later. 

“Thanks, Loki,” you watch him as he gracefully removes his coat, neatly folding it over the side of the couch. You’re momentarily distracted by his beauty as he sits next to you. His jawline, as sharp as the daggers he loves to wield, is accented by the dark locks he has pushed behind his ears. The dark blue bespoke suit he wears perfectly contrasts his beautiful pale skin. Your eyes are drawn down his neck, where normally a tie would wrap around. Instead, his crisp white shirt is unbuttoned at the top, and the dark suit and his hair perfectly frame his neck and jawline, showing a glimpse of the perfect body underneath.

 Loki's piercing blue eyes are now fixated on you. They’re different than when he first greeted you. Filled with dark intentions, they slowly rake over your body, and hover on your chest. He looks at your cleavage hungrily, and you feel a rush of slick in between your thighs. Your thighs clench together, feeling flushed under his lewd study of your body. His eyes snap back up to yours, and you can see the arousal that is lingering in them. Loki subtly moves his lower jaw, and you notice a slight flare of his nostrils. You know he's fighting his own lust, you've memorized his tells. A thrill runs through you, knowing he's already bothered. 

Loki sets your drinks on the coffee table, and moves himself closer to you. He reaches forward, cupping your chin and kisses you, and you reciprocate immediately. The kiss starts off slow, gentle. Quietly exploring each other’s mouths, the pressure begins to build. You find yourself moving closer to his body as he begins to run his hand down your thigh. His addictive smell, of warm spices and pine, is putting you under a lustful spell.

Loki’s tongue pushes into your mouth and yours massages his as he intensifies the kiss. His hand wanders down to your ass, pulling you closer to him and you moan into his mouth.Your hands wrap into his soft hair and you gently tug it like he likes, and Loki moans quietly. You find yourself nearly climbing onto Loki’s lap, passion taking over as you continue to express your affection for each other.  Everything around you has disappeared as you continue to wantonly make out.  His cock, hard and ready for you, is now pushing into your thigh, which is sprawled across his lap. You thrust down onto his erection that is strained against his perfect suit. A low growl emanates from deep in Loki’s chest, and you feel an ache of need in your cunt. 

“aHEM,” a gruff gentleman’s voice rings out, directed at you. You pause for a moment and you and Loki break your kiss. Embarrassment creeps in as you realize you and Loki are dry humping each other on a couch in the coffee shop. You turn your head and see the older man staring over his newspaper at the two of you with a scolding look.  

You take a deep breath and attempt to move backwards, to slide back onto the couch to give the two of you space. Strong hands hold you in place, your leg across Loki’s lap as he tuts at you with a sly grin. He moves your free hand to his taut stomach, while your other becomes pinned between your bodies and the couch as Loki shifts.

“Ah ah ah, where do you think you’re going, pet?”, he slowly shakes his head with a disapproving look. His hands are now cupping your ass and thigh, fingers digging in harder. 

“Loki…,” you glance around again and feel a need to make yourself more presentable around the strangers who are sitting near you. He smiles devilishly at your apparent unease with your current arrangement on the couch. 

Loki clears his throat, shifting slightly so his cock pushes up into your thigh,“So I trust that everything on your mission went smoothly?”. His voice is as cool as ever, as if he wasn't using your body to hide his erection from those around you. 

“Uh… yea, it wasn’t too bad, just a Level 5,” you reply nonchalantly. You try to focus on acting as if he wasn’t driving you wild, like the fact that his large cock is hard and weeping with neediness for you. All you want is to climb on top of him while he plunges himself up into your wet cunt. Why is he teasing you like this? It’s torture. 

"But I bet you missed me, didn't you, my pet?", He asks in a low voice, dancing a finger along your thigh. Loki, still casual in his demeanor, has a twinkle of mischief in his eyes and winks at you. He’s a predator, playing with his meal. You have no choice but to sit here at his mercy, not knowing what will happen next.

"Oh yea, of course I did..", you feel your heart race but send him a shy smile and look away. No one around you seems bothered now that you’re not actively making out. A bit of relief washes over you. 

Loki leans forward, his lips ghosting your ear, "Did you touch yourself during your absence? I think not, given the nature of your trip. I bet you're dripping wet and ready for me." He leans back, flashing a knowing smile as he lifts his coffee to his lips. He takes a drink and lets out a quiet satisfied moan. 

A whine escapes your lips as embarrassment washes over you, knowing he’s right, and that he knows how to play with you. The slick between your legs is beginning to soak your panties, and you feel your hips subtly grind into him. Your fingers tighten around his soft dress shirt, beginning to grasp desperately. 

You try to regain your composure and smile back at him, “Maybe,” you shrug casually but you know he knows he’s right. Smug bastard. 

“So who were you and Tony meeting up with?”, you change the subject, trying to prove to Loki he’s not affecting you and failing miserably.

Loki chuckles at your resistance, and reaches a hand into your hair to gently play with it. He smiles at you, knowing he's making you squirm under his touch. 

You remember your coffee and glance down at the table, and Loki follows your gaze. He knows you can’t reach it at this angle without moving off of his lap, but does not hand it to you. His wicked smile widens and he continues the conversation, while you let out an annoyed “hmph”. You know that he would hand you your mug in a gentlemanly fashion, but that he obviously has other plans in mind. But what it is, you don’t know. 

"Well, as usual, Stark was imbecilic in his attempt to gather information. I suggested a more clandestine approach to gathering information, but he thought it would be smart to meet with these financiers in person. Naturally I was correct, and we will have to infiltrate their headquarters at a later date,” Loki summarizes in a slightly annoyed tone.

He sets his coffee back down on the table next to yours, which is cooling off untouched. Confusion and arousal wash over you, not sure why Loki is still holding you in this position, not letting you drink your latte.

He pauses a moment, just looking at you. You watch as Loki's muscular jaw clenches. It is imperceptible by anyone else. But you noticed. The shift in his eyes has now changed to dangerous. You feel the blush in your cheeks as you try to remain calm, and try to continue your conversation. 

"So what did you have to do?," you ask, leaning forward towards him and running your free hand down his stomach, teasing the buttons with your fingers.

Loki leans forward, bringing his lips to your ear, "I want to feel those beautiful lips on my cock this instant. You are going to walk into the bathroom right now, and I will follow in a moment,” Loki demands in his low voice. 

A rush of heat runs through your body, and you feel your stomach drop. 

“What? Are you serious…?”, in a shaky tone.

"It is either that or I fuck you on this couch in front of the shocked faces of these patrons", his voice is darker, and you know he's not playing games anymore. 

Your eyes, wide with surprise, glance at the older gentleman engrossed in his paper, and the young women seating themselves at the table near you. Did they hear him? Would people know?

Doing as he commands, you stand slowly and abandon your boyfriend and latte. Your arm is sore from the awkward position, and your knees feel weak. Your pulse is racing, the anticipation making your arousal almost unbearable. You try to remain casual in your demeanor as you walk towards the restroom. 

As you enter the bathroom, you survey the area. It’s incredibly clean, with art posters on the wall and vanilla potpourri on a small table. You look in the mirror at yourself and primp your hair for just a moment, only to see Loki step in behind you. 

There is a loud click as Loki locks the door and walks over to you, his eyes leering over your body hungrily as he stands behind you. He grabs you around the stomach, pulling you up against him. You feel his firm body and hard erection as it pushes into your ass through both of your layers of clothing and a whimper falls out of your mouth. Your needy eyes scan your handsome partner and you gain a better appreciation of his perfectly tailored suit. He looks as powerful as ever, the jacket hugging his broad shoulders, but tapering at his waist, accentuating his perfect “V” shape. Heat radiates from his body against your back, making you shudder. His sharp cheekbones are accentuated under the bright lights, his features almost cold. 

“I know it has been but a few days, but I have found myself thinking of you while I pleasure myself. Every evening since our separation, bringing myself to completion while thinking of you. How does that make you feel?,” Loki’s dark voice asks as the two of you lock eyes in the mirror. His pupils are large with arousal, and you can just see the thin outline of his blue irises. Loki’s large hands wander your curves, dwarfing your midsection and making you feel small.

“Oh…I…,”your brain goes blank, unable to respond to Loki’s question as your mouth begins to water at the thought of him pleasuring himself. Your hips move instinctively and rub your ass up against his hardened length, letting out a breathy moan.

"I know you missed me as well. Craved my cock, needing every ounce of pleasure I deliver to you. But you will have to wait…" he looks at you with a devilish grin while his hand traces up to your cleavage, roughly grabbing your breast while he slowly thrusts his hips on you from behind again. A moan escapes your lips as you push back onto him. 

"On your knees, now,” he demands, his voice even lower than before.You feel hot all over, his command unleashing a fire in you to please him. Your cunt clenches, and you have a desperate need to have his cock in your mouth, to taste his skin on your tongue. 

“Yes, Sir,” you obey, your voice shaky despite your excitement. Your knees settle on the tile floor as you assume your position, resting your hands on your thighs with your back along the wall. Loki closes in on you, his large frame entrapping you between him and the wall. 

The look on his face is focused, the bright white light of the room reflecting off of his sharp features. He slowly unbuckles his belt and looks down at you with intense eyes, while his skilled fingers slowly unbutton and unzip as you watch. 

 Loki’s hard length pops out, inches from your face and you whine with want. His cock is already dipping with precum and the tip is bright red and flushed. Veins are pulsing with his lust, his need for you. Your hand wraps around the base while you languidly lick up and down the soft shaft, the salty taste of his skin like ambrosia to you. God how you missed him. A hum develops in your throat as you gently lick and suck, kissing and worshiping his cock like he loves.You dance your tongue around the head while you gently cup his balls, and look up at your dark prince. His eyes are still focused on you as you slowly lick and kiss up his length, taking your time. 

"I've had enough of your teasing, now suck on my cock like the whore you are," Loki commands while he grabs the sides of your head forcefully pushing you onto his cock.  He hisses loudly through clenched teeth as he feels the warmth of your mouth envelope him. His hips begin moving, and you moan in satisfaction of the feeling of having his heavy cock thrusting in your mouth.

You relax your jaw to take him further, while Loki entangles his hands in your hair as he pushes his hips further into your mouth.  Your panties are already soaking wet as his dominating presence surrounds you, cock drunk as a haze of lust clouding your senses. Reaching out, your hands move up his thighs, clawing at his pants and steadying yourself on the strong muscles underneath. 

“Oh how I’ve missed this perfect mouth, Pet. My perfect little whore, always ready for me. You need this, don’t you? Need my cock in your mouth, my seed on your tongue,” Loki grunts as he quickens his pace, his cock hitting the back of your throat. 

You draw your eyes up to Loki's face, and you see his lower jaw jut out, exposing his perfectly white teeth as he breathes heavily. His eyebrows are knit together in fierce concentration at getting himself off. 

Tears begin to form in your eyes, and you feel your breath starting to become restricted as his large cock pushes deeper into your throat. You attempt to continue to use your tongue on his length, but his forceful thrusts are overwhelming as he increases his pace.

“Yeesss, take my cock, my Pet, I know you’ve missed it,” growls Loki while his hands tighten their grip on your head.

He groans as he fucks forcefully down your throat, not holding back his feral need. Tears begin streaming down your face, as you try to keep breathing. You gag, not being able to take all of his girth down your throat. Loki removes himself for a moment, pulling your head off of his length. You gasp for air, strings of saliva stretching from your mouth to his engorged cock while you cough and catch your breath. 

Heavily panting above you, Loki only gives you mere seconds to gasp for air before he pushes himself past your swollen lips and into your mouth with a primal grunt. Your head is pushed back, only his hands cushioning you from the hard tiles. Your fingers grip tighter into his thighs while you try to remain still for him. 

Loki reaches a long arm out to brace his palm against the wall behind you, his jacket draping around you and casting a shadow. A loud moan erupts from him and he intensifies his movements and begins to thrust wantonly further into your throat. His black hair forms a curtain around his face as he looks down at you with his pupils blown wide, face contorted in intense pleasure. The muscles in his neck are taught with tension as he clenches his jaw and narrows his eyes, watching his cock disappear into your tight throat. 

The sounds filling the small room are lurid, full of pants and moans and the wet noises of his cock roughly pushing into your throat. You are completely in a submissive haze, loving that he is using you, taking from you what he wants. 

Loki pushes your head further onto his length, so your nose is pushed into his flat stomach covered by his shirt. His short pubic hairs tickle you as Loki pushes himself as far as he can go, rutting desperately into you. Grunts accentuate each thrust, while his grip pulls at your hair, and you feel the burn on your scalp. Your throat makes obscene sounds and you focus on breathing while Loki violates your throat. 

Suddenly his cock is pulled out and your eyes shoot upwards as you sputter and choke. Loki bares his teeth in a feral grimace as he comes with a feral growl, pumping his cock with his hand. Cum shoots onto your bare chest and you feel the warm ropes decorate your collarbone and chest, marking you everywhere with his seed.

Loki groans loudly while he holds his cock and tightly closes his eyes while coming down from his high, continuing to slowly stroke himself. As he stands over you, panting, you can't help but look up in awe at this beautiful God. A sheen of sweat covers his brow, his hair disheveled. A haze of pleasure settles over you as you watch Loki open his eyes and look down at you with affection. You smile up at him- your throat is raw and sore, but you are so thankful to be the one he takes his pleasure from. 

He reaches down, gently caressing your cheek with his thumb. You lean forward and kiss the tip of his cock, making it jump. A low chuckle comes from Loki's throat, "That's my girl," he smirks down at you. 

He puts himself away and reaches a hand out to help you off of the ground. You take his hand, now gentle in touch as you shakily stand up and catch your breath while you wipe the edges of your swollen mouth with your fingers.

You look down at your chest and see that he has come a lot, and your eyes scan the room for something to wipe it off with. As you reach for the paper towels, you see his large hand grab you firmly by the wrist. Your eyes reach his as looks at you with warning, his face stern.

“Loki…”, you begin to ask what he’s doing with your raspy voice, confused by his stopping you.

“You are going to leave my seed on your chest and button up your shirt. I want you to remember who you belong to," Loki instructs you with an even tone while he gently gropes your backside. 

A new wave of heat spreads across your body again at his possessiveness, that he wants physical evidence on you to prove his claim to you.

"Yes, Sir,” you smirk at him, reaching for the flannel top and slowly button up while Loki watches with pride. 

The fabric of the flannel sticks to the cum that is now starting to dry. Cum seeps into your bra, tickling your breasts and makes you squirm. 

“Good girl. Now let us go order new coffees to go, so that I can bring you home and fuck you for the rest of the evening.” Loki swiftly opens the door for you with a roguish smile on his face. 

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Peachyjinx Masterlist

#loki x female reader #dom!loki smut #dom!loki x sub!reader #dom!loki #loki smut #loki marvel #loki fanfic #tom hiddleston loki

[lovinglokilaufeyson]

The Grinch

Pairings: Loki x Fem!Reader

Warnings: FILTHY Smut, Bondage, Multiple Orgasms, Fingering, Oral Sex (Fem receiving) Possession, Dom!Loki, Sub!Reader, Angst (it’s in there somewhere, I’m sure), Fluff

Wordcount: 3,829

Summary: Loki Laufeyson is the Grinch of Asgard, and it seems only one thing will cure his lack of holiday spirit: You. 

A/N: Just a warning that I started this little write about 2 years ago, but got the inspiration to finish it, so here it is. If the writing is a tad inconsistent, I apologize. However, I think this time of year is perfect for this post! Also, I recognize that there are some plotholes, such as Asgard having cars and phones and all, but honestly I was getting a little lazy to try and fill them. Let's just say that the holidays are celebrated on Asgard because of Thor's rule. However, most of this is pure, complete smut.

Loki Laufeyson. Well known by your town to be one of the meanest, cruelest, and most terrifying beings. He was unusually cruel to humans, children, and he had an incredible disdain for the holidays. He had an extreme lack of holiday spirit, and everyone knew it. 

Your best friend, Y/F/N, came tumbling towards you, finished with her classes for the day. Sadly, you weren’t taking any of the same core classes, but you still maintained a sturdy friendship, and for that, you were grateful for. It was officially December 23rd, and you and Y/F/N had a tradition to go and look at all of the Christmas lights around the city. 

As you wandered around the city, wrapped in your jackets, you and Y/F/N noticed something. The lights in the city were no longer the bright, colorful ones, but replaced with dreary colors, like black and grey. And the next day, when you attempted another go around, the lights had completely disappeared. Why? You didn’t know.

“Y/N, I think we should try something new this year.” Y/F/N spoke, and you looked at her with a puzzled look. You weren’t exactly sure what else you could try in this town. It was small, but well suited for everyone living in it. Everyone knew everyone, the same stories carried on from generation to generation, but that’s how everyone liked it. They weren’t suited for big, bustling cities like Perero, or Largos. At least the ones that stayed.

Y/F/N blindfolded you, and you felt your mind trying to identify your location by the twists and turns she made with the car. But you still didn’t have a clue. When she pulled you out of the car, you felt a chill run up your spine. “Y/F/N?” But she was already in the car, driving further and further away. You took off your blindfold and cursed to yourself, stomping your foot dramatically. “Ugh!” She did this same thing on Halloween too, except it was much more fitting then. Now, with the higher altitude, you felt as though you might freeze to death. You went to grab your phone out of your jacket pocket, but soon realized that you had left it charging in Y/F/N’s car. You cursed to yourself oncemore, trying to think of ways out of this situation she had put you in.

After about 20 minutes of wandering, you came to the conclusion that she was not coming back, at least for a while. You decided to try and find a safe place to camp out, though you weren’t sure if that was possible. You quickly spotted an entrance into what seemed like a cave, and jumped at the opportunity. Entering the cave, you shook with fear, anticipation, and from the cold. Your face must’ve been red in the cheeks and on your nose, that’s how you were when you got cold.

Suddenly, a voice from the other end of the cave frightened you like no other. In a smooth, yet tough voice, a man spoke. “Don’t you know how to knock?! It’s rude to trespass on private property!” You shook with fright, hearing those words.

“I’m very sorry sir! My friend abandoned me up here and I’m very cold. I thought I could seek shelter inside. I’m sorry I didn’t think about it beforehand.” You spoke hesitantly, yet hoping that he could possibly take pity on your situation. He was closer now, you could tell. You smelt the slight, woodsy fragrance repelling itself off of him. “I’m so sorry. I’ll leave.” You began to turn before you felt a cold hand grasp onto your wrist, harshly.

“No.” And before you knew it, you were pulled into the light of his home, seeing his face for the first time. His chiseled features outlined by the shadows from the candles on the walls. He was very handsome, you noted. But, as you looked closer, you realized something.

This man was none other than Loki Laufeyson. The man that destroyed Christmas every year, that dreaded the holidays, and that tried to make everyone’s life in this town a living hell. He stole Christmas lights, gifts, every holiday decoration you could think of. All of it, gone in an instant. No one ever knew why, or even had a clue. Even Thor Odinson, Loki’s step brother and the leader of Asgard, could never answer why. He, like the rest, didn’t know.

“I-“ you began, trying your best to back away from his presence and outside the cave. But that did not go along swiftly with Loki. He tightened his grip, and you quickly complied. You didn’t want to anger him any further, so you decided to just go along with what he said. Though it was hard to bare.

“Come with me, pet.” You followed Loki into a quaint, cozy bedroom with a king sized bed, and a fireplace in the corner, both lighting up the room and warming it all at once. You were extremely cold before, but the warmth helped.

“Now now, you can’t just come into my home without something to offer me, see?” He whispered, a smirk forming on his delicate lips. “What do you have for me, darling?”

“I- um” You stuttered, seeing a smirk appear upon his face.

“Nothing?” His eyes pierced, focusing in directly at you. You nodded your head in fear.

“I’m sorry.” You spoke, your stutter prevalent.

“It’s okay, sweetheart. I’m sure we’ll find something.” He laid you down on his bed, covering you with a blanket he had in a dresser drawer on the other side of the room. “Sleep tight, darling.” He whispered as he tucked you in.

-

Waking up, you cursed to yourself for a moment, before realizing the events the night before. You were in Loki Laufeyson’s residence, and you had to figure out something to ‘offer’ him.

Suddenly you realized you couldn’t move your arms, nor your legs, and you panicked. As much as you tried to escape, you knew it wouldn’t happen. Your binds seemed to tighten every time you tried. As you looked over, you noticed the black leather that surrounded your wrists and ankles. There were handcuffs restricting your movement.

You shook your head as tears welled up in your eyes. What was this monster planning?

"Darling, you're okay." You turned and saw Loki, standing their intimidatingly. Though his words were sweet, his stature was not. He had a stoic expression on his face. "Don't cry." He spoke, as the tears in your eyes welled up even more, coming so close to spilling over onto your cheeks. "Please don't hurt me." You begged. "Oh darling, what I want to do to you is far from hurting you." He chuckled, then backtracked slightly. "Well, for the most part."

You'd be lying if you said that you didn't think that Loki Laufeyson was drop dead gorgeous. You knew that his brother, Thor, was the king of Asgard, but there was no denying that Loki was mysterious and oddly arousing. There was just something about him. Suddenly, you were imagining Loki shirtless, on top of you, thrusting into you.

"Darling?" You snapped out of your trance, your cheeks turning crimson as you looked at him. "Sorry." You spoke. "Listen, you're safe with me. I'm not going to do anything you don't want to, love. However, the offer does stand. Seeing as you're the most gorgeous Asgardian woman I've seen in my time, and those thoughts that just played through your dirty mind, I think you'd like what I have in store for you." He winked playfully, a subtle smirk left on his face.

Fuck. He was so tempting.

"I'll undo your cuffs for now, doll. But you can let me know, okay?" What was this? In comparison to the man you met mere hours before, he was kind, almost softly dominant? Maybe his intimidation was just a mask, and Loki was really just a teddy bear on the inside.

The truth was, Loki hadn't met a kind stranger in a long while. Let alone someone so beautiful, innocent, and breathtaking. Not that the thoughts that you had of him were very innocent. There was just something about the aura you gave off that just screamed ruin me. Loki was very willing to fulfill that. Eager, even. Initially, he was annoyed at the presence of someone at his door. However, the more he was around you, the more his heart was warmed. Loki was unsure the last time he felt this way. With the death of his parents and his brother ruling the entirety of Asgard, he always felt ostracized. Since his invasion of Midgard in 2012, he would never be the good guy. Loki felt like he was born to be a villain.

"Wait-" you spoke suddenly, as he got to the first cuff. You contemplated for a moment, but then thought. What do you really have to lose? Loki Laufeyson was a beautiful man, and you really had nothing better to do for the time being. Given that your friend decided that it would be a wonderful idea to drop you off in the middle of nowhere to freeze in mid-December. The worst that he could do was kill you, and you figured that if that was your fate, Loki already would have made it so. "I want you." You stumbled out.

Loki put your ankle back in its place, then tutted as he walked his fingers along your shin. You shivered, but weren't able to move your body but a mere centimeter. "You do, darling?" Loki questioned, running his fingers up the inner portion of your shin, making his way up your leg. Soon, he had reached your inner thigh, and just with the mere touch of his fingers, you felt a puddle form between your legs. "I want you so bad" you moaned, and a smirk formed on Loki's face. "That is wonderful to hear, my love." Oh Gods, my. He said my love, and if at all possible, that made you even wetter than before.

You couldn't believe it. A God was about to take you, completely. Entirely. To be quite frank, you couldn't wait. Loki, however, wanted to take his time. Devour every last bit of you, slowly. He didn't want to miss a single bit of you.

It was at this moment you realized that your clothing was going to be shredded. There was no way to get anything off without A) removing the cuffs or B) ripping it off. You knew that in your current state, you had no patience to have multiple steps for your clothing removal. It needed to be RIPPED off. STAT.

Loki, sensing your anticipation, began to strip you of your clothes. First were your pants, which he tugged at before they ripped at the seams and came clean off of you. You had forgotten about your emerald lace underwear until now, which was a pleasant surprise for you. At least you were wearing something flattering, you thought.

"What a treat... you look like a goddess, darling." Loki spoke, and you stumbled out a "Thank you, L-Loki." "You're welcome, pet. You know, I think I might have to keep these for myself" he spoke, running his fingers along them. He brought his mouth close to your heat, and you felt yourself tense up. "Shhhh, relax my love." He spoke, and you felt your body fall limp slightly. His lips met the strap on the side of your leg, nipping at it with his teeth before he finally grasped it and pulled it. With that, your panties snapped off, and they hung delicately from Loki's mouth. He took them, folding them and shoving them into his pocket.

"Oh darling, you are a treat." You blushed as he stared at your dripping heat. "Dripping for me, and I've hardly even touched you. Do I even need to touch you, my love?" He questioned you. "Please, Loki, please touch me." You begged. "As you wish, doll." He buried his face into your folds, his tongue violating your clit almost immediately. "Fuck FUCK- Gods- Loki-" you squirmed, but he reached over to hold your hips down with his hands. His tongue spiraled delicately around your clit, putting the perfect amount of pressure on it. You could barely have a single thought with how much pleasure Loki was putting you through.

You felt the warm pressure building in your stomach, and you knew what was coming next. Loki however, wanted your climax to be on his cock. Your first, at least. He lifted his face from your heat, and you groaned, the lack of stimulation almost painful. In contrast to how much pleasure you had felt, this almost felt - wrong. Like you and Loki were made to touch and pleasure one another. To - dare you say it - love one another? No, no Y/N you thought to yourself. It's far to soon for that.

Loki placed himself on his knees in between your legs, preparing you and himself for what was about to happen. He knew that he wanted to take in every bit of you as he thrusted in and out of you, so his next order of business would be to remove your shirt and bra. Grabbing the bottom of your shirt, he spread his hands outward, ripping your shirt down the middle. He went for your bra next, using the same method to get it off of you. Your boobs gave a jiggle as the bra came off of them, and he eyed them, taking them in completely. He licked his lips, and you got eager thinking about what would be coming next. Hopefully you, you thought.

Loki brought his hands to your tits, slowly rolling your nipples between his fingers, to which you moaned in delight. You nipples were always a sensitive spot for you, and a sure-fire way to get you turned on even more than before. If that was even possible. Loki stepped back for a moment, and you both felt the unfortunate, cold feeling of decreased touch. Not for long, Loki thought, immediately discarding his clothing on the floor. His large member stood high, indicating that he had been erect for quite some time. His leather pants did little to hide that fact. "Oh, my sweet dove. You look so ready for me."

"I am ready" you nodded eagerly, and Loki chuckled at your state. Your arms and legs splayed outwards, your body completely exposed, your heat wet for him. All for him, you thought. You didn't remember the last time that a man made you feel this way. However, Loki wasn't necessarily a man - he was a God. And it definitely showed.

Loki rubbed his tip against your wet folds, gaining some lubrication. "Tell me if you want me to stop, angel." You nodded in understanding, and Loki began pressing the head of his cock into you. You moaned, and he stopped for a moment. "Gods, you're so big. Fuck." After a few moments had passed and you adjusted to his size, you nodded, indicating him to continue.

He pressed onwards, stopping every few seconds to let you adjust to him. "You're mine, darling. All mine." He told you as he inserted his entire length inside of you. "Say it." He demanded. Feeling the entirety of him, you couldn't deny his statement. "I'm yours, Loki" you agreed. You couldn't wait for him to make his mark on you.

Loki began to thrust, ever so slightly at first, penetrating you, filling you more than any man ever had previously. His tip pressed against your cervix, his shaft rubbing elegantly against your g-spot. And his fingers, oh Gods his fingers - they were circling your clit, flicking it this way and that. "Mmmmm" you moaned for him, feeling a similar warmth in your stomach as you did previously. It kept building, especially with the way his fingers played with your clit.

He began thrusting faster, mumbling something about "how tight" you were. To tease - as much as you could in this state - you pulsed your canal, pulling him inwards and tighter than before. "Oh, you little-" Loki spoke, offput by your sudden movements. He thrusted even faster now, disabling you from making any more motions that you did previously. With his right hand still continuously stimulating your clit, he brought his left hand up to play with your nipple. "Lokkiiii" you moaned as this swift movement brought you much closer to climax.

"Are you close, my dear?" You nodded, unable to get any more words out. "Me too" he groaned. You felt his dick throb inside of you, and you knew Loki was about to cum. With one last circle of your clit and roll of your nipple in his fingers, you were brought to the edge. Loki's thrusting slowed as he pumped his semen inside of you. You shook with pleasure, your canal pulsating as you climaxed.

Loki began working on the cuffs, removing them first from your ankles, then your wrists. Redness surrounded them, but it wasn't anything a little rest couldn't fix. Loki brought his mouth to the sites, kissing each one.

"That was amazing, dove. You were amazing. Such a good girl for me." You shivered at those words, they likely could have been enough to make you cum yet again. You were able to move now, and decided to try and make your way off of the bed. As your feet hit the ground, however, the rest of your body tried to tumble. Luckily, Loki was observant next to you, and saved your from your fall. "Careful, love."

"T-thank you." You stuttered, looking up into his big ocean eyes. Loki leaned down to kiss you, still holding your body steady. One hand on your lower back, the other on your butt. He released the kiss for a moment, ready to give you an offer.

"Now, my darling, though I love to see my cum dripping onto your thigh, would you like to take a bath to clean up?" You nodded hesitantly, and Loki helped guide you to his bathroom, where he started the bathtub and placed some rose petals inside.

"After you, milady." He spoke, and you climbed into the tub. It was cozy, your whole body was surrounded my warmth. Loki climbed in behind you, and you sat yourself onto his lap. His member pressed into your back, but it wasn't nearly as erect as it had been. Not for long, at least. You and Loki sat in the tub for a few minutes before his need to make you cum returned. Sneakily, he brought his right hand around to your nether regions once again, immediately finding your clit. His other hand worked hard on squeezing your left breast, and as you were about to turn to dispute, Loki's lips were on yours, silencing you. You were completely at his mercy.

After a moment, Loki's lips let yours go, so that he could speak. "How many orgasms do you want tonight, my love?" At this you nearly choked, barely being able to respond. You shrugged, but Loki had an idea. "How about until the only thing you can think of is me, and the only word that flows from that pretty mouth of yours is my name."

You shuttered in response, but Loki knew it was what you wanted, too. He continued his assault on your clit and breast, tongue intertwined with yours. You lifted your legs to lay on either side of the bathtub, giving him a bit more room to work with. Soon, you felt that same feeling fill up your stomach, preparing you to climax. You began to moan uncontrollably, and Loki knew you were close. "Lokiii" you groaned out, your clit still slightly sensitive from earlier. You were, once again, on the edge.

Your calves and feet began to tense and you began to shake from the pleasure that overcame your body once again. "Fuck, Lokiiiii" you whimpered, the circulating of your clit was becoming too much. You were going to cum again. You became undone in Loki's arms, and he gave you several moments to regain consciousness. Not that you weren't conscious, but what you were experiencing was not of this universe. That you were certain of.

"Did that feel good, dove?" You nodded, still trying to respond despite your loss of sensation from every sense except touch. You were hyperaware of all the pleasureful sensations that overcame you, to the point where your sight, hearing, smell and taste all faded slightly.

After you and Loki both cleaned up in the tub, he started the drain. The petals slowly floated to the bottom, some suds still remaining. Never had someone prioritized your pleasure so much. And Gods, it was amazing. Had you died? Were you dreaming?

"I can assure you are not dreaming, my love. However, it seems you are still thinking of other things besides myself..." Loki brought his hand to the small of your back and began to bend you over. His cock hardened to it's entirety once more, and he forced you to watch in the mirror as he took you for a second time. He had leaned you over the counter so you had a detailed view of how precisely he pounded into you. You tried not to look at yourself, but Loki pulled your hair so that you were forced to watch the gratified faces you made with each and every stroke.

Not only did Loki make you cum again in this instance, he made you cum about 5 other times that night. You were his, and he, yours. For once, you were glad that Y/F/N abandoned you in an odd part of Asgard. In fact, you wouldn't have had it any other way.

-

That year, Loki felt a reason to be in the holiday spirit. Though he had initially planned, like every year, to diminish Asgard of its holiday decorations, it took a mere snap of his fingers to bring color back to the city. And so he did, you immediately jumping into his arms as you watched the city be refilled with vibrancy. "Hey Loki" you whispered, and he turned towards you. "Yes, my love?" A curious expression played on his face, waiting for you to answer.

"Can we do something fun?" Loki grabbed your hand, squeezing it slightly. "Like what, Y/N?"

"I want to get hot chocolate and roam downtown and look at all of the holiday lights." You told him. "Well, if my darling insists..." He smiled, holding you close, watching as your cheeks and nose turned pink with the nippy weather.

You and Loki wandered downtown Asgard, as promised. Hot cocoa in one hand, fingers intertwined on the other. Many Asgardians recognized Loki and smiled at the two of you, knowing that his cold heart had been warmed by you.

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[superficialdomina]

you are wrong and I think Tom HIDDESTON is a dom and also loki is a dom that makes the most sense

Lol. Not to me.

Listen, Nonny, I have something important to tell you: you can't tell if someone is submissive or dominant by looking at them. I can't stress this enough: how someone behaves in the Real World tells you absolutely nothing about their relationship or kink preferences in the home or in the bedroom.

There is this false and toxic idea that submissive people are - or have to be - submissive to everybody in the world all the time. And they just aren't. I hear submissive men all the time preface their submissiveness with "Oh, I'm so masculine out in the world". I hate this shit; it's meaningless and it's unhelpful.

Sure, subs can be shy, quiet, meek, introverted. They can also be loud, competitive, aggressive, extraverted. They can be CEOs of multinational corporations. They can be social leaders, sporting stars, TV hosts, wait staff, teachers, nurses, truck drivers. They could be your boss. Whoever that person is out in the world, unless they tell you, you have no way of possibly knowing what their relationship style preferences are.

My fictional Tom and fictional Loki are subs because that's what I like. I imagine them in a way that satisfies my own fantasies, just like everyone else does. I'm going to hazard a wild guess, Nonny, that you're a bit of a sub yourself, and the idea of Dom Tom and Dom Loki really turns you on. Good for you! I wish you plenty of Daddy Tom spankings in your fantasies.

#personal rant #tom hiddleston #sub!loki #dom!loki #dom!Tom #nonnies gonna non

[smirkingkitten]

My Fanfiction Bookshelf - Where Fantisies Come to Life

Pic with an AI ; Dividers by @saradika

I'm a huge fan of masterlists and reading lists to discover new fanfictions and writers I haven't heard of yet. So, I've decided to create reading lists myself to share all the exciting stories I've read. Hope you find something new you enjoy. ✨

✨And don't forget to reblog the storys you read to support all these lovely writers.✨

Many of the fanfictions are 18+, so if you're under 18, don't read them.

Reading lists

I plan to post a reading list every month.

October 2023

November 2023

Tag Navigation

I also tried to tag all the fanfictions in a certain way. So, if you're searching for specific fanfictions like Vampire!Loki or dom/sub fanfictions, you can use the tags on the following pages (or on any other of my posts) to search for all fics I reblog with this tag.

Characters

Typs and Genres I

Typs and Genres II

Combination of both (coming soon)

✨Happy reading 😊✨

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[lokisgoodgirl]

Transgressions [Part 2] 18+ [Dom! Loki x Female Reader]

A link to my Masterlist is HERE Summary: Moments after being all fucked out, Loki insists you re-join the party he dragged you from to have his way with you. He got what he wanted, but when is that ever enough? More transgressions. More smut.(wc 3k) Warnings: 18+ only. Minors DNI. Jealous lovers, controlling behaviour, praise kink, public sex, voyeurism, oral sex.

‘I think you enjoy it’, you pondered as you pressed the elevator call button, ‘I think you like being jealous…’

Staring at the numbers flick upward on the screen signalling the elevator was coming, you felt his eyes narrowing in your direction, a sarcastic retort winding up to let fly.

‘and,’ you added as you heard an intake of breath denoting an approaching comeback, ‘I think that you’re overcompensating for the fact that-’,

suddenly the wind was knocked out of you as you were forced against the wall between the elevators, his rough kiss silencing you as his hands wound around your hips, grabbing your ass.

‘I think, that you think too much’, he muttered as the bell dinged before striding inside the doors and extending his hand to hold them open as you hobbled inside, sulking.

You caught a glimpse of yourself in the elevator mirror, ‘Jesus, Loki – I look like shit!’ you gasped as you inspected your smudged eyeliner, wisps of hair protruded at alarming angles from your previously perfect up-do, sticking to the thin sheen of sweat that still clung to your flushed neck and forehead. And that didn’t take into account the gathering pool of god semen collecting inside your panties.

‘I cannot let anyone see me like this, Loki!’ you groaned, pleadingly.

‘I think you look wonderful’ he replied curtly, his voice cracking under the strain of holding back shallow laughter. You frantically tried to collect yourself as the floor numbers ticked down. God of Mischief. Who’s fucking great idea was it to start a clandestine relationship with the God of Mischief? You. That’s who. You cursed yourself as you stuck another hair grip in your mouth, collecting them from where they had come loose, hurriedly sliding them back in place to create the illusion of put-togetherness.

Ding.

‘After you, pet’, his placid smirk hiding the mirth in his eyes made you want to smack it off his beautiful face.

‘You know, Loki...maybe you wouldn’t have so many opportunities to feel jealous if you would tell anyone about us. If people knew we were together, then they’d know I’m yours. Did you ever think of that?’

He sighed, the opening doors slamming shut again with a shimmer of his magic as he stepped towards you, towering above your frame, eye-fucking you as purposeful breaths made his chest rise and fall.

‘Darling, I don’t give a...what’s the term... a flying fuck...if Rogers knows that I sink my cock into you every night. I don’t care if that so-called magician rubs one out to the thought of your fine arse taking my punishment before his morning tea, or if Stark has a secret collection of videos of me eating your pussy in the showers…’ he hovered over you, his gaze searching your wide eyes for understanding, ‘that’s not the point’.

Silence surrounded you as he straightened his posture, tugging down on his waistcoat, ‘I want you to know…’

Ding.

‘...that you belong to me.’

He strode out the elevator without looking back, grabbing a cocktail off a passing tray as he made his way directly through the heaving crowd towards Steve, who was laughing over-zealously at something Natasha said as she layered a plate with snacks.

Shit.

You grabbed a drink from another tray which floated by, smoothing the glass under your fingertips as you tried to inconspicuously watch the scene unfolding across the room. It was only a matter of time...

‘Hey, there she is...Y/N!’ Steve waved at you animatedly, beckoning you over with large scoops of his muscled arms as Loki stood beside him, pleased with himself – of course.

You grimaced, mentally preparing for the coming mind-fuck your lover was planning. What was wrong with him? ‘Heyyy…’ you smiled, head titled to the side as you pointedly greeted Steve and Nat, the cardboard tone audible to your own ears as Natasha ran her eyes over you.

‘Jesus Y/N, you look like shit…’ she observed as she popped a cube of cheese in her mouth, ‘what happened?’

Your eyes flickered towards Loki, who was enjoying this far too much, his gaze fixed to the floor as he licked his lips, concealing a smile.

‘I uh…’ your mind flapped under the pressure of the three pairs of eyes awaiting your response, ‘threw up’.

You heard a low cough as Loki choked on his rising laughter as one of his large hands touched your back politely, removing the cocktail glass from your hand, ‘what have we told you, you must be more careful at these parties. A good girl like you should know your limits...’, his brow furrowed in mock concern.

Steve took a step forward, his blue eyes not revealing a trace of intoxication now as he raised the back of his hand to your forehead, ‘you’re so hot, Y/N...I don’t like this’ he poised dramatically, and you sighed as another, cooler hand also graced your forehead, ‘you’re right, Rogers, she is hot…’, Loki’s voice infused with innuendo as he continued his charade.

‘Can you both please not?’ you brushed the fleshy antlers adorning you from your forehead back to their hosts, ‘I’m fine.’

‘Who’s fine?!’, Thor popped up behind you, his grinning face radiating energy over your shoulder as you closed your eyes with a deep exhale.

‘Y/N, you dolt. She threw up, but she’s fine, apparently...’ Nat elaborated for the inebriated god, her eyebrow jauntily raised as her keen mind tried to put together the pieces of the scenario unfolding before her.

‘Looks like you missed a splash on your leg there ma’am, allow me’ Steve murmured as he brandished a napkin before you could stop him and lightly wiped a thin strand of liquid from your mid-thigh, ‘oh dear, oh dear’ he sighed quietly as he scrunched the napkin in his fist, regarding you with increasing concern. Loki could barely contain himself.

‘Fine is not an adjective one should use for a night like this, dear Y/N – nights like these are meant for revels!’ Thor boomed in your ear. This was too much.

‘Yeah I just...I think I’m all revelled out,’ you patted him on the arm, your gaze travelling to the god to your other side, hoping your eyes flashed with the warning they intended.

If the warning was received, it was not in the manner you hoped. Loki spun to Natasha, extending his hand towards her, ‘my brother is right, tonight is a night for revels...would you care to dance?’.

You couldn’t believe your ears.

 ‘Uhh...sure?’ she mumbled, her eyes journeying to yours, perplexed by this unorthodox request as she was escorted to the crowded dance-floor.

Thor began regaling you with a story that had something to do with him leaving Mjölnir in a supermarket that morning while he was distracted by a bird as Steve hovered beside you, searching for signs of an impending fainting spell. Loki, on the other hand, was busy looping his arms around Natasha’s waist, her toned biceps illuminated under the dim lights as she wrapped them around his neck. He stepped in to place one of his thighs between her legs, angled to control their dance as he had done with you several times in the privacy of his rooms. Your stomach was doing flips, your earlier lie startlingly close to becoming reality. They swayed, her breasts brushing against his fitted shirt as she began to move against his muscular torso in time with the music, her hands running down his biceps– fuck.

Anger began to twist in your stomach and it flourished to something more. You felt the stir of blood rushing to your core, re-activating the slick feeling of the mess absorbing into your panties, the remainder of the cum of the god that hadn’t managed to sneak its way down your thighs, bold as brass he was teasing you relentlessly for the second time this evening. What a hypocrite. You couldn’t let this slide. Not tonight.

An idea flickered through your mind as you watched them, stacking like blocks as you saw Natasha pull away from his light embrace after he whispered something in her ear.

‘Guys, I’m gonna go’, you said, ‘Steve you’re right I’m still not feeling so good and uh...Thor I’m sure the bird is fine after its run in with Mjölnir…’ you trailed off before Steve could interject with an offer to escort you and made your way to the exit, pressing the elevator button in quick succession. The chrome doors had almost shut behind you when there was a pause as they parted once again, revealing your raven-haired god looking very smug...and very hot.

‘Room for one more?’ he drawled, as he swung his waistcoat from one hand, his shirt sleeves rolled up revealing his thick forearms.

You rolled your eyes, resting against the metal bar that encased the elevator, ‘for you? Yes. For your ego? There’s a maximum capacity to consider…’

He laughed darkly as he stepped towards you, the doors closing immediately behind him, ‘such a mouthy pet tonight. Oh dear, oh dear as Rogers would say…’, he grinned, his eyes glinting at the memory of his rival wiping his drying cum off your leg.

‘What am I going to do with you?’ Your eyes bore into his as the smile fell from his lips at his words echoed in your mouth. Your icy tone frosted the air between you as you ran your eyes up and down his body slowly.

‘Excuse me?’, he leant forward ‘I don’t think-’

‘...and I think, you think too much’, you leaned to meet him, inches from his face as he scrunched his brow, trying to work out the unfamiliar situation he found himself in.

You inched forward, your lips ghosting his ear as you delivered your promise, ‘After your little display with Natasha, I think someone needs a reminder of who he belongs to, hmm?’

His hand flew to your jaw, pressing you against the wall as he clamped your smart mouth between his thumb and forefinger, your head tilted upwards as he drank in your defiance, lust clouding his eyes ‘...didn’t want everyone to know you’d been well and truly fucked though, did you my little slut? Trying to hide the evidence of your shameless need for me...so much for exposing us, or did I miss something?’

 You jerked your head to the side, loosening his grip long enough to say what needed to be said.

‘I think you’ll find, darling...that I well and truly fucked you’, a smile crept over your face as you registered his eyes grow wider at your words, his shoulders lax in surprise.

It was your chance, and you took it.

You raised your forearm to his collarbone, pressing him backwards until you felt him collide with the opposite wall of the elevator, extending your hand in a flash to hit the emergency stop. 

You felt his arms raise to restrain you, but you fastened your lips to his earlobe biting down gently, extending out the soft flesh as he moaned beneath you, his willpower fading.

‘Are you going to behave now?’, you whispered seductively. His mouth twitched as he assessed the situation, his hooded eyes regarding you with suspicion as you began to toggle with the button of his trousers, ‘well?’ you questioned as he mustered a solitary nod.

‘I said, are you going to behave?’ you asked pointedly – the power coursing through your veins a direct line of gunpowder to your pussy which was smouldering with need.

‘Yes…’ he growled, his voice strained as you yanked down his trousers to fall to his knees, his exposed, hardening cock bobbing free as he rested against the metal bar, his hands gripping it tightly.

You sank to your knees, your eyes never leaving his as he watched your descent, your hands sliding down his ass and smoothing over the curves of his muscular legs as you landed to grip his ankles.

‘You don’t get to touch me’, you warned – the storm gathering in his stare showed he knew you meant it.

Leaning in, your breath misted over his straining cock as you inhaled the intoxicating scent. His expensive cologne, a musk of sweat and the traces of your own arousal radiated from the velvet skin of his length as you pressed your lips against him, forcing it back to rest against his stomach.

‘Mine’

Your voice echoed around the elevator like a gunshot as you took him in your mouth, sucking him in with long strokes to your hollowed cheeks as he groaned above you at the sensation. His knees buckled slightly, restrained by the waist of his trousers keeping them steady as he braced himself against the thick bar. He was watching himself in the mirror, the sight making him even hornier. You covered your teeth with your lips, bearing down on his needy cock with the full force of your pressure, sliding backwards and forwards with ease as he cursed at his reflection above you. You weren’t pulling any punches. Not tonight. 

The fuel of jealousy consumed you as you consumed him, long stokes of your tongue wrapping around his head, intermingling with your hand sliding tightly around his base. Squeezing around him, thrusting upwards as you descended again to swallow him whole.

From the corner of your eye, you could see his hand flexing around the bar, white knuckles squeezing into a fist as he desperately fought to keep them from tangling in your hair at the exquisite pleasure forced upon him. You tasted the first drops of pre-cum at the back of your throat as he muttered filthy praises to the air. You knew he was watching himself come undone above, he wouldn't be able to resist his own undeniably sexy reflection. Smug bastard. He'd be both relishing and resenting every moment of your lips wrapped around his slick cock as he battled to restrain his rising climax.

‘Who do you belong to?’ you asked loudly as he reluctantly broke his own gaze. The lustful stare faltered with a vulnerability you hadn’t seen before...your hand slowing as you stroked his cock, waiting for his answer.

‘I don’t...’ he stuttered, as you ceased your hand movements – your fingers poised but motionless, ‘...you..’ he relented, ‘I belong to you…’ throwing his head back against the mirror as you resumed your domination of his senses.

‘Good boy,’ you murmured as your lips found their way back to his delicious tip, sucking gently as your hand worked his base. Through his gritted cries of pleasure, you could hear a soft clanging above you – your oblivious lover too lost in his nearing orgasm to register the noise as it drew closer.

‘Say my name, Loki’ you keened as he began thrusting his hips at the loss of contact from your hot mouth, ‘I want to hear you say my name when you come inside me, I want everyone to know who owns you – who brings you so much pleasure…’, he cried out as your mouth enveloped him again, letting him thrust his length down your waiting throat as his cock twitched with desperation to release. Hmm? you hummed, and he voiced his understanding, his knees bent slightly at the pressure of his impending climax, dents appearing in the bars which he restrained himself to as he fought against the coming tide.

‘Fuckkkk’, he moaned as he threw his head back to the ceiling, eyes screwed shut in delirious pleasure as his orgasm ripped through him, your name thundering from his throat like a battle-cry as he released his hot seed ferociously into your insatiable mouth wrapped around his shaft, shuddering as he felt you suck him dry, swallowing all he had to give.

‘Everyone OK in there?! Don’t worry, we’ll have you out in a jiff-’, a voice penetrated the elevator as the ceiling hatch slid open, Steve’s alarmed face appearing at the gap, followed quickly by Natasha’s.

‘I fucking told you!’, she slapped Steve’s arm as he scowled at the scene below, Loki braced against the wall of the elevator panting heavily with you lapping at his cock. The hatch slid back over as quickly as it had been released, the unexpected voyeurs not wanting to stick around now the ‘emergency’ had been identified. Natasha had better things to do, like tell everyone what she’d just seen...and heard.

‘Well,’ Loki panted as he pulled up his trousers in one swift movement, ‘it seems that you got your wish…’, he gestured to the ceiling, ‘within ten minutes, everyone will know about us’.

You shook your head as you pressed the emergency stop button again and the elevator resumed it’s rise, ‘everyone will know you belong to me...hmm, yes I can live with that’, you smirked.

‘You’ll pay for that, love’; two arms snaked around your waist, drawing you back in to his firm chest, his face burying in your neck. His lips travelled up your neckline, sucking on your earlobe as you melted into his dirty whispers, ‘...when we reach my rooms, I’m going to make you come so devastatingly that the entire city knows it’s the god of mischief between your legs tonight, making you scream...’

You absorbed his words, the walls of your core clenching as you tingled with anticipation of relief, ‘..well if you really want to even the scoreboard Loki, you’ll need to try and do it at least twice. Think you can handle that?’

‘Oh come now, don’t insult us both by pretending you don’t become a writhing mess underneath my tongue’, he pushed you gently out of the opening doors as you walked in quick silence towards his apartment, your pace matching your desperation to feel his passionate kisses against your needy cunt.

‘Now get inside...and no more mischief from that pretty mouth of yours...not tonight’, he looked down at you, daring you to defy him with his velvet tones, a twinkle in his eye as his door clicked open at his touch, ‘darling’, he growled, ‘don’t make me ask again’.  

A/N: My masterlist has just reached 100 notes which is really lovely, I’m so glad to have found this space...my peoples! :) Thanks so much for reading and pop me a message if you want to be tagged in future fics/have a prompt you want to share!

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[chocolatechipkiki]

Blue Eyes and White Lies

Loki x Reader Oneshot

Warnings: Dom!Loki, Sub!Reader, Established Prior (Somewhat Manipulative) Relationship, Implied Cheating, Implied Smut, Fingering (for like a second, chill); Let me know if I missed anything! Summary: Loki and you had dated before, when, I'm not sure - you make it up. But it was a rocky relationship full of sex and (unfortunately) manipulation. The two of you had broken up and moved on, but you end up accidentally bumping into each other and rehashing unresolved sexual tension :)

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Loki shoves you against the door, his hands on your waist and lips against yours in pure passion. You drink up every part of the moment, your hands in his hair, feeling the soft, black strands as if they're water and you've been in the desert for months. Your heart is drumming songs in your chest, your mind spinning with emotions and memories. You break the kiss to look into the striking blue eyes you've missed so much.

"We shouldn't be doing this," you whisper breathily. Your chest aches for you to kiss those soft lips of his again, but doubt makes your brows furrow together.

He merely chuckles - if you could call it that. His lips quirk up into a smirk, but the sound stays deep within his chest, vibrating your hands that now rest upon it. He says nothing in response, just presses his lips back to yours and you find your eyes fluttering shut again, your body screaming at you to continue. But still, you pull away once more. "Your girlfriend..." you say, trailing off. What should you be saying? That she'll find out? That this is cheating? You can't find the words, so you just continue looking up into his eyes.

He looks down into yours, that cocky smirk finding it's way to his lips again. "And your boyfriend," he says, his voice deep and gravely with lust. With one hand, he takes your chin and tilts your head up, but you keep averting his gaze. He frowns and whispers, "Look at me." You whine, your shoulders slumping in doubt, so he repeats himself. "Look. At. Me."

You comply, your wide eyes filled with want - no, with need. You need him; you always have. But your brows still crease with worry, so he speaks again. "Look at you, still so unsure of yourself." He leans down and plants a soft kiss to your shoulder, which earns a sharp intake of breath through your teeth. "Yet your body seems to remember how much you love me just fine."

"I'm not the same person I used to be," you say, grabbing up the cotton of his green shirt into your hands. You push him back slightly - much to his surprise - and take advantage of his slight confusion by fervently pressing your lips to his. It leaves him breathless for a moment, his heart fluttering in his chest at your confidence. But he regains his composure, gripping your waist and pulling you closer to him.

"But you still love me," he says against your lips.

"I don't know you."

"But you could," he whispers, his hand brushing some of your hair out of your eyes as he pulls away. You frown in the way you used to all the time, jutting your bottom lip out slightly and looking at him with those big, innocent eyes of yours.

"What if I don't like the man you've become?" you ask, your voice filled with fear.

He ponders your words for a moment, his breath heavy as he stares down at you with his piercing eyes. You swear that he can read your mind with them, as if he just looks into your eyes and sees your thoughts written out before him. His words clear your thoughts, pulling you back to reality.

"You know I'd change for you. Just as you have for me," he says, and your brain fumbles for a second as you try to decipher the tone in his voice. Is it fear? Regret? Hesitation? No. It's slower than that. Calculating. Teasing.

It's manipulation.

"You've never changed for me," you spit, your heart racing. He leans back down, shoving your back against the wall behind you and trailing a hand down your pants.

"Yet you still come running back every time," he whispers against your ear, which sends a shiver down your spine. His fingers graze your panties, making your breath waver. "Your body craves me, even if your mind doesn't. And I've barely even touched you." Your eyes close as he pulls your underwear aside and feels your slickness. Loki scoffs mockingly. "You're so wet, and because of what?"

You turn your head to the side as your cheeks warm with embarrassment. "You don't know me anymore," you say, your voice shaky with arousal.

"Ah, but I don't need to in order to make you my slave again." He pulls his hand out of your pants and presses his wet fingers to your mouth. You parts your lips instinctively, taking in his digits and relishing in the tangy taste of yourself on your tongue. "See?"

He pulls his fingers out and you make an irritated sound before shoving him away again. "Stop!" you yelp, but he only chuckles with amusement, raising an eyebrow at your disobedience.

"Might you need some convincing?" he muses, stepping back towards you like a predator stalking it's prey. Your eyes widen as you take in his features. His blue eyes staring at you with mischief. His arms moving to clasp his hands behind his back. His lips turned up into that damn attractive smirk of his.

"Perhaps I can arrange that by fucking you into submission."

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[jotunqueenneith]

Who can’t wait for season 2 @kateslife15 @lokischambermaid @michelleleewise @house-of-laufeyson @lokiscepter81

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[clandestineloki]

the queen of hearts (NSFW)

mafia!loki x reader x mafia!bucky

tw: threesome, cuckolding, light bondage, corruption kink, innocence kink, praise kink, slight humiliation kink but it's very sweet i promise, unprotected sex

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he’s always loved seeing you so nervous.

loki watches as you waddle around to the bar counter, lips parting and closing again in hesitation.

goodness, you pure little soul. he can see your dainty little hand tapping at your side as you ask for two glasses of Bourbon Old Fashioned, stuttering out a please and thank you like a good girl, and norns if you aren’t just the cutest when you’re shy.

as if you haven’t done much more depraved favors for him than just fetching some drinks.

and not only is that trait the one thing loki loves most about you; it’s also the most obvious. you can never hide anything from him— not that you do that often, but it doesn’t take him much… persuading to get you to admit what’s on your mind— the flush of your cheeks and chest and the way your eyes dart away and the way you hide your face in the side of your hair is unmistakable.

especially tonight, when he invited you to come with him to the casino for a few hours of poker between him and the second-in-command of the howlers— bucky barnes.

normally loki’s quite possessive, hiding you away from any men that even breathe differently near you, in fear that they might kidnap you or take you away from him.

but he trusts bucky and knows him quite well— from the very wine he fancies to the two secret hideout flats he has in case something happens (aka, where to find him if he even dares to try anything).

more importantly, he relishes in the flustered look on your face when bucky talks to you.

and he finds it adorable how you're nothing but a flushing, timid mess around barnes.

it’s no secret you see bucky as much more than just your lover’s illegal business partner. (loki knows that shyness all too well, from when he first took you to a dinner date at the rooftop of a first-class hotel and asked to be your official boyfriend, from when he gave you a beautiful diamond necklace to wear at a party with him, from when he kneels between your spread legs, lifting up your dress to reveal the dripping wet, clenching little cunt he loves to spoil so much.)

it was undeniably cute how you clung to loki when the three of you first met at the lobby, and even more adorable when barnes complimented your little blue dress and you mumbled a thank you, tucking your face into loki’s shoulder.

he merely chuckled, softly patting your head as he sent a knowing look to barnes.

“i’m back!”

loki looks up to see you place down the glasses.

the corner of his mouth quirks, and he reaches for your hand and presses it to his lips, mumbling a thank you, angel as he watches in amusement as you react so cutely, eyes widening and face burning red.

bucky clears his throat and raises his eyebrow from the other side of the table. “loki. your move."

loki snickers, letting go of your hand as he side-eyes bucky. “don't rush me, barnes. you'll get your turn soon."

both of them know he's not just talking about poker.

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“you fucking bastard.” bucky grins, laughing breathlessly.

loki chuckles, raises his hands as the dealer sweeps the chips to his side of the table.

“one time. one time you let me win is all I ask," bucky takes another swig of his drink.

“sorry, i have to put on a show. can't let my darling here think i'm a loser.”

you perk up from leaning on loki's shoulder, half-asleep.

“hmm?" you mumble, sitting up. "more drinks?”

loki chuckles, placing a hand on your knee and another on your head to lean you back against him. “no, no, we're alright, thanks, love.”

“y’know,” bucky quips, tapping a finger on the table. “this’s getting a little boring. you and i both have a lot of money and betting a few thousand isn’t gonna change that.”

loki tilts his head, brows furrowing. “i don’t follow.”

“just wondering,” bucky shrugs, running his metal hand through his hair. “why don’t we put much more valuable stuff at stake?”

your lover grins. “like?”

bucky rolls up the left sleeve of his black button-up, flashing a stunning gold watch.

“this is one of the very first rolex oysters ever made, back in 2000. an ordinary one costs six thousand, but this baby is worth 1.7.”

“million?”

loki turns when he sees your eyes widen as you lean forward, admiring the watch.

“you heard it right. some say the only people who have ever touched it are the ceo, steve jobs, and kim kardashian.”

“and you.” you mumble softly. “i remember i watched this on buzzfeed unsolved. it went missing from from the british museum... did you-?”

“hold on, sweetheart," bucky chuckles, “i didn't steal this or anything. hydra did, i just happened ‘ta rip it off that bastard strucker’s dead body.”

loki turns to bucky. “it’s… quite interesting. though, it's a shame i don’t have anything on me tonight worth betting.”

bucky’s eyes meet yours.

then he grins.

“how ‘bout you bet your little angel here, huh?”

loki’s eyes darken, pulling you close to himself. “what?”

bucky laughs, waves his hand nonchalantly.

“not, like, forever, just one night, take her for a little spin. bet she sounds real pretty when she feels good, huh?”

in the corner of his eye, loki sees your brows furrow, and he feels you grip onto his shirt tighter.

“not that i’ll stand a chance against you, snake boy. doesn’t really matter what you put on the line if you win, right?”

you place your hand over loki’s, looking up at him anxiously. “loki, did i hear that right?”

he brushes a hand against your cheek, before turning to barnes.

“give us a moment."

bucky nods, standing up to go get another drink, leaving the atmosphere heavy with tension as loki patiently waits for you to say something.

“is it… weird that i kinda want the watch?"

loki scoffs, patting your hair as you lean into his touch. “of course not. i’ll win it for you, i’ll even kill him if it m-”

“no!!" you yelp, and he laughs.

“just joking, dear." he kisses your hand again.

“mhm.”

“mhm?" he mimics your breathy hum, smirking and teasingly kissing your cheeks and neck. “and why is my angel suddenly so shy, mhm?"

you gasp, trying to push him away with no avail. “loki, love, baby-”

he leans in just enough for his lips to graze against your ear. “can i tell you a secret?"

you nod, whining softly, and he grins.

“i know about your little crush on barnes~"

your eyes widen. “what?"

“oh, don't act so coy, love.” loki presses a hand to your chest, pushing you against the seat. “you know you can't hide anything from me, can you?"

“i’m not hiding anything-”

loki chuckles, shaking his head as he leans over you, smiling harder when your face flushes.

“right, you aren't, love," he tucks a stray bit of hair behind your ear. “not when it's so obvious to me. not when you’re such a shy little dove when he’s around, hmm?"

the way your lips part and close again as if you’re struggling to speak goes straight down to his crotch. he knows deep down you want this, that no matter how much you deny it the way you squeeze your soft thighs together is unmistakable.

“i’m going to accept this little deal, angel.”

he tentatively presses his thumb against your lips, watching intently as your chest heaves nervously at his touch.

“and while we’re playing, i’ll be watching your every reaction to him.”

he brushes your lower lip, pressing a bit harder to slip his thumb into your mouth, pulling away just a second after. you mewl softly, but he pins you to the seat so you can't get away as he leans in to brush his lips seductively against your neck.

“and if i see you turn even the slightest bit pink, i’m going to let him win on purpose and he’ll have you all to himself for the rest of the night.”

he knows you're way too transparent to even try and hide it, but that's the point, isn't it? he knows you want it too. and who is he if not the very first person who should be showering you in rewards and granting your every wish?

he nips down hard on your neck*,* then sucks delicately on the spot, relishing in the sweet sound of pleasure that leaves your lips.

“and if you’re a very good girl for him, i’ll give you a reward you’ll love very much. do you understand, my angel?”

“yeah,” you answer, more whimper than words.

he grins, and just in time, bucky comes back with a few drinks, sitting across the table just as loki moves away from your trembling figure, adjusting his tie very casually as if he didn’t just cuckold you off to his best friend.

needless to say it doesn't take long for the game to end and the more exciting part of the night to begin.

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loki pours himself a drink, swirling the liquid around in the ice and taking a sip.

pretending his cock isn't getting harder with every whimper from you.

bucky’s got you pressed against the king-size bed in his suite, being a pretty angel so kiss-drunk already as he pins your wrists to your side. he’s teased you relentlessly on the elevator ride up to his suite on the 38th floor.

“bucky..." you mumble, your voice breaking off into a gasp as he moves down to your neck.

“gosh,” he grins against your sensitive skin. “you’re the prettiest thing i’ve ever seen.”

the praise has your head spinning as bucky sucks at your neck, grazing his teeth over the mark he’s making.

“see? that right there, how you get all shy when i tell you you're pretty, makes you such a cutie… i don’t blame loki for always keepin’ his hands on you, sugar~”

“bucky-!” you squirm as his knee presses up against your crotch.

loki takes another swig of the alcohol and sets his glass down.

he chuckles. “where are you running off to~?”

bucky is just as amused by your shy antics, letting you struggle in his grip as much as you want to, though he doesn’t let you go.

“gosh, lokes. she’s so-” he kisses your neck real hard and your eyes glaze over, “-fucking pretty.”

“she really is~” loki agrees, leaning back in his chair. “you know, you can be a little bit rougher with her.”

bucky hums. “really? she's real sensitive, don’t think she’ll last long, can’t have my little prize passin’ out on me. will ya’, pretty?”

you shake your head, and both men smirk at how good you want to be for both of them.

“i just wanna get a little taste of you, baby,” bucky mocks your breathless whines. “so could you be a good girl and lay back, hmm? let me claim my prize?”

“o-okay…” you mumble, feeling floaty as his hands wander all over you,.

“so damn cute,” bucky growls, nipping your ear. he places his hands on your thighs, spreading you out for him. bucky’s eyes widen, and he looks back at loki.

loki grins. “no underwear, hmm? just as i told her. see, she’s such a dirty little thing~”

“this whole time?” bucky kisses your inner thigh. “you’re corrupting her, loki.”

“and she likes it,” loki crosses his legs. “no matter how shy she is, it makes her feel heavenly when i praise her for doing everything i command.”

flustered at the way these lethally attractive men are talking about you as if you aren’t here, your eyes meet bucky’s and he smirks.

“that true, baby?”

“i- uh, kinda…?”

loki chuckles at your answer. “barnes, i think your reward is getting a little restless~”

bucky licks his lips and dives in for the kill, tracing his tongue along your slit before sucking on your clit. you whimper, trembling at the sensation, and bucky chuckles.

“god, you taste so fucking pretty.”bucky groans, using his thumb to tease your little bud as he fucks your dripping hole with his tongue.

loki shifts in his seat, the bulge in his pants becoming more and more prominent as he downs the rest of his glass and makes his way towards your helpless, shaking body.

a loud ripping sound fills the room and you gasp, completely bare as loki reduces your little blue dress to shreds.

“i’ll buy you a new one, angel,” loki sits you up as bucky grins up at you, his face wet with your juices.

your eyes widen as he licks his lips again, and you get flustered at the brazen look in his eyes.

“god, sugar,” bucky unfastens his belt. “’m gonna fuck you so hard you’ll go stupid.”

you whine, closing your legs to ease the ache, but loki whispers in your ear, “don’t move, darling, you said youd be good for him~”

when bucky rolls up his other sleeve, you realize that you’re completely bare to them while they are both still fully clothed.

the feeling of powerlessness sends a tear down your leg.

bucky pins you down on the bed ass up, and loki takes the belt, binding your hands behind your back.

“she gets all fidgety when she starts feeling good,” loki chuckles when you whimper at his drawl. “don’t want her running off when you make her dumb, hmm?”

bucky swats his hands away, and leans in really close to your ear.

“i’m gonna fuck your pretty hole real good, baby,” he murmurs, and you whine at his dirty words.

bucky spreads your thighs and lines up, smirking up at loki, who quirks an eyebrow as he returns to his seat.

“and your loki here is gonna watch as you come for me over and over and over again like the little cockdrunk princess you are.”

there’s a lewdly wet sound that comes from your pussy as he pushes his cock into you, and you moan loudly, soaking him with your arousal and clenching down on him like a little slut.

“and maybe… if you look real pretty and let me do what i want, i’ll let loki have a turn~”

your glassy eyes flicker up and you whimper at what you see.

loki’s got one fist around his leaking cock, watching as his pretty baby adjusts to bucky’s size.

“you ready, cutie?” bucky laughs at the blissful teary look in your eyes, and decides that he’s got his reply.

he pulls his hips back slowly, making you really feel every bit of him sliding out-

bucky slams back in, stealing your breath and making you squeak brokenly. he laughs, kissing your cheek with a loud smack sound. “hmm? feeling good, sweetheart?”

“uhuh…” you look back at bucky, who grins and kisses you again on the lips.

“such a good little baby~” he mocks your airy voice, and presses you down on the bed and begins thrusting at a slow but rough pace.

loki groans as he watches you get fucked dizzy. “you alright, darling~?” he smiles teasingly, voice raspy from stimulating himself.

“y-yeah…” you mumble, whimpering into the pillows as bucky fucks you from behind.

loki just loves you like this: so depraved yet still shy and willing and still so eager to please, even when your coherence is withering away with every relentless thrust of bucky’s cock into your cunt.

“so fucking cute-” bucks rams particularly hard into you, making you squeak and kick helplessly.

“no, no, don’t fight it, darling,” loki chuckles, tilting your chin up to get a look at your pretty eyes wet with tears. “you’re just his little prize, so just be a good girl for us?”

bucky licks your shoulder and sucks on your sensitive skin, his thrusts getting sloppy.

“f-fuck, i’m getting close, baby~” he whispers hoarsely. “think you can come for me? keep squeezin’ your pretty cunt around me just like that?”

“mhm…” you whimper, nudging your cute little head into the pillow.

bucky fucks into you, groaning at the feeling of your warmth, and pins your shaking hips down on the bed before coming inside of you and making sure none of it drips out. loki cums too, his spent staining the expensive carpet.

shaky breaths tickle your ear, before he laughs and kisses your shoulder, pulling out and untying the belt on your wrists. loki laughs at how limp his pretty angel is as bucky lifts you up into his lap.

“cutie,” bucky traces a metal finger under your chin, brushing his lips against yours.

you shyly hum, eyes droopy and your body too exhausted to move.

but you still register the metallic click and something encasing your wrist.

“a little gift to you for being such a sweetheart, hmm?”

your eyes flutter open as you look down at the million-dollar gold watch around your wrist.

bucky laughs at the way your eyes widen. “don’t scratch it, baby. it’s a modern-day historical relic~”

“b-but didn’t loki lose?” you ask, “that’s why i-”

another set of arms wraps around you, making you wonder when loki got up from his seat.

“darling,” loki drawls, “what you don’t know is that either way, bucky would have ended up fucking your pretty cunt, mm? he likes you very much, doesn’t he?”

your lips part as he places you back down on the bed, spreading your legs before cradling the back of your head with one hand and grabbing your hips in the other.

“while bucky’s recovering from how good you made him feel, pretty angel~” loki praises you, kissing your lips and breaking away too soon, “let’s make the most of the night and your pretty body, shall we? don’t worry, you’re in very good hands with the both of us, my princess~”

#loki fluff #loki x reader #loki oneshots #loki x reader smut #loki smut #dom!loki #loki headcanon #bucky x loki x reader #bucky smut #bucky barnes smut #winter soldier smut #dom!loki smut #dom!tom hiddleston #dom loki #soft dom loki #soft!loki #soft!dom!loki #dom!bucky #tw: praise kink #tw praise #tw praise kink #tw corruption kink #tw: corruption kink #corruption kink #innocence kink

[madam-o]

Buggy the Clown has done more to get me into bi switch guys who love makeup than all my other obsessions combined. Which is super weird because that list includes Loki and Dan Stevens' Prince from the live action Beauty and the Beast.

#tom hiddleston #loki #buggy the clown #jeff ward #batb 2017 #dan stevens #prince adam #most of my crushes are mean doms but they do all have their degrees of patheticness

[ladyhiddlestoner]

The New King

Part two

Note:part one is here.

There will be a part three.

Summary: Loki wins the New York battle and becomes the king. He wants to play with his newest toy.

He looked back at her as the guard started to touch her.

"Oh! Don't worry, pet. He's just going to do what I tell him to."

He smiled seductively.

"He will punish you now."

"And you...are going to enjoy it." He whispered that last part to her while she felt the guard's hands on her body. 

"The best part is... you don't even know what you have done wrong." He whispered seductively in her ear.

He watched closely and nodded to the guard to be more rough with her. He seemed pleased by her submission and how she was letting the guard take advantage of her to punish her for God knows what. 

"Yes, guard. You are doing a great job." He nodded again, this time for the guard to be even more rough, and touched her with a firm, tight grip.

She felt so shy and vulnerable as the guard touched her. She didn't want to admit that it actually felt good. 

Loki went back to his throne, he was watching them eagerly. The guard was cupping her breasts roughly, her breasts were a little sore now. Loki became more and more excited each time he saw her, yelped from the pain. 

The god of mischief chuckled from his throne as he watched the guard's hands ran up and down her body like a hungry beast, his lips formed a pleased smile.

"Remember, you are not allowed to do anything else without my permission." 

Loki warned the guard.  

One of the guard's hand wrapped around her neck as the other went to her thigh. He waited for the King's permission to continue. 

He watched her squirm and moan with every touch her body received under the guard's hands, licking his lips and grinning. He motioned his hand and gave him the permission. The guard fondled her thigh and squeezed her neck a little. 

He smirked and grinned even more as he watched her squirm and whine from the guard's actions.

"Oh, yes...yes guard, yes. I can see you love her. You love to touch the body of a mortal woman." He put his hands on the armrest of his throne in delight.

"Keep going, guard. Do you feel the way her muscles tighten when you touch her, her body trembling and her skin all rosy? Go harder, and don't hold yourself back. She needs to learn her place tonight." He grinned.

The guard's hand was so close to her dripping sex, he wanted to touch her there, but Loki gave him a warning look. The guard pulled his hands off and got back to her nipples. 

"Please, stop this." She pleaded.

That was all Loki wanted, he wanted to make her beg.

"Oh, pet, if you beg more I might consider it."

He looked at her hungrily and smirked. 

"Beg. Beg me. Beg like the mortal woman you are. Beg me to save you."

He said mischievously, smiling at her with a wink.

She looked at him with pleading eyes. "Please..."

The god of mischief couldn't help but laugh at her begging. He looked over to the guard; a signal for him to continue.

"Please, please, please, please...be merciful to me..."

He walked over to her, caressed her cheek softy and snaped his fingers, a green smoke appeared, the guards vanished.

She let out a relived sigh. 

"Oh my dear, it was all a ruse. I was testing you...your loyalty, your commitment to me. Do you really thought I let another man touch you?" He said softly. 

She looked at him with awe," I don't understand."

"Such a cute, silly little girl... It was just an illusion created by me." The god explained.

" I am the god of mischief, what do you expect?" He brushed her cheek.

"You've done well, petal. You are a good girl, and I am very proud of you." He smirked seductively and brushed her hair to the side.

He picked her up and carried her to his chamber. He set her down on a bed and started to look at her in admiration.

Loki took his cape off and cast it in the corner of the room. He looked up and down.

"You have beautiful eyes..."

He pulled her close to him and kissed her passionately.

"Now, I believe it's training time". He touched her cheek.

He grinned and pushed her on the bed before climbing on top of her and kissing her again, nibbled her lobe.

The god of mischief pulled her close and kissed her neck, whispering in her ear as he nibbled her neck again. "I knew you would be trouble for me. I am going to enjoy owning you. You're mine now, to be used however I wish. There is no one, and I mean no one, who can escape my grasp. I'll have my way with you, all night..."

He leaned in closer, stroked her hair,

"Promise me, My Toy, that you will give in...completely to me. That you surrender your body...and your mind...to me." He gave the sweetest grin.

"I want you to give me permission...to use you as I desire." He stroked her cheek.

"Do you promise me that, My Toy?" He licked his lips and looked at her with lust and anticipation.

"Yes, I promise, Master. I surrender to you completely. My body is yours to do with as you see fit."

Her words were so seductive and Loki just couldn’t resist the way she seduced him, she looked at him with excitement and anticipation; a faint blush forming on her cheeks.

He grinned and kissed her deeply, running his hands over her body, gently rubbing at her thighs and stomach.

"You can have me all night, if you want." She said, grinning and biting her lips a little. 

He grinned, "Good, My Toy. You're getting into the spirit. "

He whispered seductively.

"Now, we start your training. I'll be teaching you in lots of...intimate ways." He touched her stomach gently.

"Now, let us get started."

He smiled and leaned down to kiss her again, exploring her mouth with his tongue. 

She gasped slightly as his lips touched hers once more, and she closed her eyes, letting the passion wash over her. As they continued kissing, she felt his hands explore her body, touching and caressing her in places she never knew she could feel such sensations before. She felt every nerve in her body come alive, and her mind became filled with nothing but Loki.

Loki stopped kissing for a moment and looked at her with a smirk. He pulled her close again and nibbled on the tip of her ear. As he speaks, his breath tickled her ear.

"You are learning the rules quite quickly, My little courtesan."

Her cheeks were burning with his touch and kisses, her skin all rosy and her body trembling with excitement.

"Mmm..."she let out a soft moan and her body felt like it was on fire. She was all his, and he was enjoying every instant of her surrender and submission.

Loki moved up her body and pressed his lips to her jaw, working his way lower until his lips were hovering over her shoulder, kissing and biting her shoulders leaving love marks on her body. He went down to her breasts, stroking them softly with his lips,then started to play with her nipples with his tongue. 

She was squirming under him.  

A grin spread across his face as her reactions were music to his ears. Loki nibbled on her breasts, teasing her and enjoying her responses, she felt his touch explore her body, biting her with just the right amount of pressure, her fingernails dig into the mattress. 

He licked the sweat from her neck, then took her ear in his mouth and sucked gently. As his lips left her ear, he whispered seductively into her ear.

"Do you find this pleasurable, little human?" He looked at her with a smirk, and raised her chin to look at him in the eye. He whispered seductively, "You know, you're becoming quite good at this.

Loki gave her a kiss on the forehead and then took his shirt off.

She looked at him in awe as she saw his bare chest, she wanted to touch him, but she waited for him to let her. 

"Oh, Master, you're... you're beautiful." She whispered.

He chuckled lightly and looked at her with pleasure. She's already being trained to compliment the god of mischief, "Thank you, my little toy." He smiled seductively as he looked at her. He stretched his arms out and looked at her, waiting for her to come to him.

"Well, my beautiful little girl. What are you waiting for? "He chuckled again, amused by her waiting for permission.

"Come here, my little pet, let me show you the world of pleasure." He grinned and motioned for her to come to him.

A smile appeared on his face as he felt her hands sliding along his muscles and caressing his body.

"Mmmm... yes, that's a good girl." He said seductively in her ear as he holds her tightly, she could feel his strong and muscular arms, his skin warming her up.

She continued touching his muscular chest. 

His muscles tensed up as her touch on him sent thrills down his body. "Ahhh, you do know how to tease, little one, I see." He smirked in amusement. He pulled her closer. "Go on... explore me." His voice was full of lust. She could even feel his hard shaft pressing against her stomach. 

She kissed his chest softly.

He shivered slightly as her lips touched his chest, and chuckled softly.

"My little minx, you are doing a wonderful job. "

He closed his eyes, and titled his head back slightly, enjoying the feeling.

"That's a good girl, My Toy. Keep doing that, and you'll feel my reward." He smirked seductively at her as his arms wrap around her even tighter.

Her lips were leaving a trail on his chest. Then she moved to his neck, kissing him there.Her nipples were stimulated by his strong muscles from the way he was holding her into his arms. She moaned into his neck. He felt her warm breath against his skin.

His arms held her tighter as he listened to her soft moans. He chuckled deeply. He couldn't help himself, his body was enjoying hers thoroughly. He felt as if he was a magnet, and she was his metal.

Loki couldn't help but kiss her neck and nibble on her shoulder in return. As he does, he whispered seductively in her ear.

"Oh, my little one...if you continue like this, do you know what will happen?" 

He licked his lips, and looked at her seductively in the eye.

She gave him an innocent look and teased. "What will happen, Master?"

He grinned at her as his face comes slightly closer to hers, "Oh, you little minx. If you play with the fire, it will burn you. What do you expect me to do about this?" He glowered, "teasing me like a little minx, and I know you won't stop until you get what you want." He slid his hands through her thighs in an intimate way.

He let go of her and laid down on the bed, his eyes full of lust and anticipation.

"I think we've talked enough and I think you are ready to begin your lessons. Now, sit on me." He grinned.

"I think this is a good exercise for you...to learn to climb onto someone."

He laid back, with his arms back, as if he is relaxed, as he smiled up at her. 

Her face reddened slightly as she looked down at him. With a smile, she straddled him with her knees and sat on his stomach. Her arms were on his shoulders. He watched her face as she started at him, a smile formed on his face.

"You've had enough conversations for tonight, My Toy. Now it's time for us to engage in physical lessons." He lifted his arm to touch her hair, and whispered to her, "This is the perfect position to learn how to straddle a man." He smirked 

"But you are doing this wrong, my little toy."  He pointed at his crotch, to let her know where to sit.

"You shall not be sitting like a lady would. You shall be straddling me like the toy you are." He said mischievously. 

"You see, My Toy, I want you to get used to this position. I want you to get used to straddling me, to get used to feeling my body under you." He caressed her cheek.

 She smiled and scooted down on his thighs until she is straddling him properly. She grinned as she felt him beneath her, she was gushing now. 

"Oh, My Toy. You've become a quick learner." He said seductively and brushed her hair out of her eyes with his fingers, so he could see her. Her cheeks were so red and he loved that.

"Now that's more like it." He smiled and licked his lips in anticipation.

He ran his hand slowly up her leg with a smirk on his face.

"Oh, my little plaything. Do you feel it, My Toy? Do you feel my cock beneath you?" He leaned in closer and looked at her with a slight grin, "It feels good, doesn't it? Having this big cock and underneath you." He whispered seductively in her ear as his hand continued to run up her leg.

"Yes" She sighed.

He snapped his fingers and the rest of their clothing vanished. She gasped at the feeling of his hard cock bare beneath her wet entrance.

Loki could feel her hot core against his shaft, and how wet she was for him. His cock twitched under her and they both gasped. 

#tom hiddleston #loki #loki smut #dark!loki #dom!loki x reader #loki x reader #dom!loki x sub!reader

[peachyjinx]

Final Chapter, y'all!

Holding Back [Loki Laufeyson x Female Reader]

Relationship: Loki x Female Reader

Summary: You are a new mutant recruit in training with the Avengers, and Loki is brought in to teach you how to use your powers.

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI! Eventual smut

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Chapter 8:

The Beginning

Word count: 3,306

Summary: You and Loki fight and make up

Warnings: SMUT 18+, Dom!Loki, rough sex, oral (F receiving), choking, mild bondage

You feel your embarrassment quickly shift into fury as you grab Loki by the wrist and pull him away from the kitchen, ignoring all the eyes on you. 

 "Apologies for our abrupt exit. A good evening to all," Loki smiles devilishly and mock salutes Steve before turning and following you out of the kitchen. 

You are fuming but do not speak or look at Loki as you stomp in your heels towards the elevators. Arms crossed, you glare at the ground while he casually leans against the wall. What is it about him that he can’t stop pissing you off intentionally??

Neither of you say a word until you get into your room. You slam the door as you walk inside, getting into Loki’s personal space when he walks in behind you.  

"Loki, I asked you to keep this a secret! Why THE HELL would you do that??!”, you yell at him, your rage erupting. You are laser focused on him, your pent up sexual frustration and anger consuming you.

Loki stares hard back at you, "I did not appreciate the way Rogers looked at you. He may appear to be chaste in his demeanor, but I know a man with lust on his mind.”

"OHMYGOD Are you jealous??! Nothing has ever happened between me and Steve, this is ridiculous!" 

Loki looks away and runs his fingers through his dark hair while he walks further into your living quarters. 

"Loki, don't you understand that it should be my choice, too? We agreed that we would not say anything! These people are my bosses and my landlords, and I didn't want to piss them off by advertising that I’m fucking their former enemy!", you throw your arms in the air, exasperated by Loki’s antics. 

“I know you don’t care if people don’t trust you, but I do!,” you look at Loki with scorn as he turns to meet your eyes. 

 A dark look falls over the prince's face as his expression shifts to anger and he swiftly walks towards you. His body moves in close to you, mere inches away, and you instinctively step back, your back pushing against your front door. 

"Did you not enjoy our tryst yesterday? Do you not crave me? Do you want to continue our arrangement?", Loki chides you with a mocking tone while he looks down on you, reminding you of your moment in the restaurant hallway. His dominating presence sends a shiver down your spine, your mind suddenly going blank while your cheeks heat up. 

All you can do is nod affirmatively as you look into his eyes, which are shifting chaotically through emotions, from anger to others you can’t figure out. You feel unnerved, you've never seen him like this. Normally he is in complete control, showing no emotion- but now you can't read him.  You feel yourself begin to sweat, and your heart races while you hold your breath, waiting for his next move. 

"You may work for them, but you are under my protection now. The Avengers will do nothing to you, because I will not let them,” Loki pushes his body up against yours, putting his hands against the door and caging you in. You gasp and begin breathing heavily, shocked and turned on as you feel his possessiveness. You want to protest the direction of the fight, but your body betrays you, lit up with arousal from head to toe.

"You wanted to be courted by a God. You have given yourself to me so now I will do with you what I wish. And right now I will claim you, and all of your precious Avengers will know who you belong to," Loki spits out, his eyes filled with ferocity and lust as he glares down at you.

You feel a rush between your legs and you’re overwhelmed by the desire for Loki that is flooding your body. Your head is foggy and your cunt aches, desperately needing attention.

 Loki quickly leans down and kisses you aggressively and wild, pouncing on you like a predator. He is claiming your mouth and you kiss him back urgently, your teeth clicking against each other as your tongues become enmeshed in each other’s mouths. One of Loki’s hands reaches up to your throat, gently cradling it with long fingers while a low growl escapes from his chest. His strong hips push into yours and you feel his hard cock through his tight pants. Loki’s constant teasing all night acted as foreplay, and your panties are flooded from your wetness. You reach up to his back and pull him flat against you, your body melting into his demanding embrace. 

"You are mine, are you not?,” he rolls his hip into yours, and gently squeezes your throat, staring into your eyes with hunger painted on his face.

“Y-yes Loki, I’m all yours,” you pant insistently. You give up the fight, knowing that all you truly want is to completely submit to Loki. To be the person who he takes his pleasure from, and also gives you everything you need. 

"Then you will take what I give. Right now I'm going to feast on that delicious cunt of yours. And when you scream in fits of passion, I want Steve Rogers to know who you belong to."

He removes his hand from your throat and roughly pulls your dress above your hips, and rips your panties off, throwing them to the side as if they're tissue paper. Loki kneels in front of you, throws your leg on his shoulder, and dives into your cunt like a man who is starving. You let out a high pitched gasp and grab his shoulders and he growls in response while he licks up and down your folds. Loki laps up your juices with fervor, spreading your lips and sticking his tongue in your entrance. His mouth feels heavenly on your wet, tender flesh, and you can feel the coil in your belly tighten.  

You reach down to run your hands through Loki’s hair as he ravishes you, but you feel your arms suddenly shoved upwards. You look up to see that Loki has created leather cuffs around your wrists, and bound them to a rope attached to the wall. You whine and look down at him with pitiful eyes, and he winks up at you as he plunges two of his fingers into your entrance while he teases your clit with the tip of his tongue. 

You moan loudly, slamming your head backwards into the door, a dull pain forming at the crown of your head. You know that if someone is out in the hall, they can hear you, and the idea of someone hearing you only adds fuel to your fire. And even though he is on his knees, you know Loki’s in control and you feel blissfully helpless. 

Loki continues to pump his fingers in you, scissoring them and massaging your G spot while his thumb circles your clit. He nips and kisses at the insides of your thighs, his hot breath on your skin driving you crazy. He is roughly worshiping your cunt, all of his motions intent to show you who you belong to. You don't think you've ever been wetter, your cum dripping down your thighs, with Loki hungrily licking it up. You’re squirming, unable to grab a hold of anything, and your wrists are starting to feel sore as you pull on the rope above.

“Oh my god, Loki!”, you scream, feeling your muscles in your leg tense as your orgasm approaches.

“That’s it pet, I want to feel you spill on my tongue, show me who brings you your ultimate pleasure", Loki purrs while he looks up at you with eyes blown wide in desire. 

He begins harshly sucking on your clit as he adds a third finger to your core, fucking you faster. You close your eyes tightly, and the vulgar sounds of your gushing hole, combined with Loki’s groans as he consumes you pushes you over the edge. 

Your orgasm comes violently and you scream while your whole body tenses and shakes, overwhelming you from head to toe. Sharp pains in your wrists blossom out as your hands pull at the cuffs, your nails digging into the soft leather around them. Blood pumps loudly in your ears as you hear your heart racing, and you start to feel dizzy as you catch your breath. 

Loki does not give you time to recuperate, and stands to kiss you forcefully again. Your juices all over his face are now smearing on your lips, and you taste both of you on his hot mouth. His natural scent and cologne are overpowering now from his body radiating heat, making you feel like you’re drugged from a foreign aphrodisiac.  

“I am not done with you yet,” he smiles wickedly. The cuffs and rope disappear as Loki grabs you roughly by your hips, pushing you towards your living area. 

Loki shoves you towards the back of your couch, bending you forward, your arms bracing yourself on the cushions below. Your head is still spinning as you try to orient yourself to what's happening. You feel the air on your exposed cunt, and find yourself feeling incredibly vulnerable about the sight Loki has in front of him.

A metal click of Loki’s belt as he unbuckles himself sends a thrill through you as you take in his commanding position. Without warning, he aggressively grasps your hips and slowly pushes himself into your weeping cunt, letting out a loud groan. You feel that familiar intensity in your channel as he fills you, and you shudder. The angle sinks his large cock deep within you, making you whine when he stops moving for a moment. 

Loki takes both of your arms behind your back, his large hand grabbing both of your wrists together, making you yelp. You are restrained again, helpless to Loki's merciless attention. 

"This is what you want, right?? To be taken and claimed by a God??", Loki spits out as he grabs your shoulder with his free hand, and begins rutting into you. His pace is punishing, Loki is not restraining himself as he roughly takes you. You moan wantonly, pushing back on his unrelenting hips. 

"Oh God yesss Loki", you whine at him, your voice becoming hoarse and your eyes screwed shut as you feel his large cock plunging inside of you. 

"That's right my pet, you have been such a good girl for me so far. Do not make me punish you. Is that what you want?”, Loki asks huskily while he continues to pound into you. You feel yourself clench around him at the thought, but you feel dazed and can't articulate the answer you think he wants.

 “Ohhh….”, you moan louder. 

Loki sniggers, “Well I will forgive you for your indiscretions this time, pet, but be forewarned you will be punished for any future offenses,” he snaps his hips harder into you, making you shout out. 

Your walls are sensitive from coming earlier, and you feel a wave of ecstasy building inside again. Sweat is beading at your hairline and running down your neck, you don’t know how much more you’ll be able to take.

“OH LOKI!”, you scream as his cock continues to assault your overstimulated G Spot, your sensitive walls tightening around him.

Loki’s free hand moves to your hair, his fingers threading in and firmly taking hold of it. You feel your head pulled back and the fire on your scalp as his grip tightens. 

"YES, say my name, pet! Let everyone know who's claiming you!!", Loki demands with a strained voice. His words cause the tightness in your stomach to snap, and you come undone. Loki loudly growls, your walls tightening around his cock spurring him on, pounding himself inside you harder. 

You’re a mess, strangled moans and cries filling the room with the sounds of your smacking flesh. His hands on your wrists tighten, and you can feel the circulation being cut off to your fingers. The mixture of pain and pleasure is flooding your senses, overwhelming you as Loki takes what he wants from you at a punishing pace.

His rhythm begins to falter as you begin to moan his name, writhing on his cock as he brutally claims you. Loki begins shouting curses entwined with your name, tightening his grip on your wrists and hair as his rush to finish consumes him. 

A loud primal grunt erupts from Loki as he comes inside of you, his deep voice echoing in your ears as you feel his hips stutter while he pushes himself a few more times as deep as he can go. You feel his pulsing cock inside as he cums, spilling inside of your aching cunt and making you whimper underneath of him.

Loki rests his head in between your shoulders, releasing your wrists and bracing himself on the back of the couch. The two of you are breathing loudly, spent from his vigorous fucking.  

You feel Loki's hot breath on your back, and his brow sweat drips down your shoulder blades. You feel the soft fabric of his designer sweater on your back, now soaked in both of your sweat. He kisses you in between your shoulder blades, and you move your arms back in front of you, your joints sore from being held in place.  

Loki leans back up and pulls himself out of you, putting his length back into his pants and zipping up. Panting, you slowly stand up, shaky and feeling a bit weak but tingling with pleasure all over. You’re suddenly lifted into Loki's arms, as he picks you up and carries you to your bedroom. Your eyes drift upwards to him and see that his hair is wild, the curls swirling around his head, and a sheen of sweat coats his glowing pale skin. You smile up at him through your haze, and he looks down at you and gently kisses your forehead as he drops you onto your bed. 

Loki lays down next to you, magicing his clothes off and creating a pillow next to yours as he turns on his side to face you while you quietly pant while staring at nothing on your ceiling. He gently caresses his hands down your body, ghosting his fingers over your soft curves. The two of you lay there quietly coming down from your high for a few minutes, Loki gently massaging and soothing your body with seidr where you are sore. 

You close your eyes for a moment and take a deep breath- you feel so content, your body relaxed and not a care in the world. You didn't care if the Avengers knew about you dating, or heard everything- Loki is addictive and you don't want to hide it.

Loki lifts your wrists to examine them, and frowns a bit as he sees a slight hint of red chafing, “Are you okay? Does it hurt terribly?”. He waves his hand and a vial appears in his delicate but strong fingers. He pours a violet colored lotion out onto your wrist, and you wince a little at the cool feeling of the fluid on your hot skin. 

“No, not too bad…maybe just a little,” you look at Loki’s face, and see his eyebrows knit in concern as he massages the lotion into your wrists. 

“I really liked it though,” you softly smile at him, appreciating his care for you. The bottle disappears in green wisps of light, and you watch in awe of him. You don't think you'll get used to his casual magic use. 

“Ah, I’m glad. I may have gotten a bit carried away, but I’m pleased you enjoyed yourself. I had a feeling you would,” Loki winks at you and you softly giggle. 

You think about what he said before he roughly claimed you. You pause for a moment, wondering how to phrase your questions about your relationship. 

"Loki…", you look into his bright blue eyes, seeing the storm in them from earlier has calmed down. 

"Yes Darling?", he responds as he looks at you curiously while he gently massages your breast. 

"When you said you wanted to make me yours…does that go the other way? Does that mean you're mine, too? Like, are we dating? Are you my boyfriend or what?", you ask sheepishly, feeling a bit embarrassed about having to ask for clarification. 

Loki chuckles softly and leans down to press a sweet, gentle kiss on your lips, and you lazily kiss him back. 

"Yes, I am yours if you want me. You have captivated me, Y/N, and I have no intention of having relations with anyone else,” Loki replies earnestly, giving you a warm smile. You feel yourself blush at his confession, and smile while you move onto your side and cuddle closer to him. You tuck your leg in between his, and feel his warmth laced with his pine musk scent envelop you. 

“Plus, I do enjoy taunting your teammates,” Loki adds jovially, making you shake your head. You think about how just an hour ago you were in a heated fight and how quickly things changed between you two. 

“You know, you also can’t just fuck me every time I’m mad at you,” you poke your finger onto his strong chest to make a point.

“Oh is that so? I think it turned out rather well for both of us," he mischievously smirks down at you and squeezes your hip. 

You roll your eyes and open your mouth to argue, but a yawn slips out and you lift your hand up to stifle it. Exhaustion begins to set in, and you decide you don’t feel like fighting anymore, not when you have a naked Loki in bed with you.

“I hope you have no intentions of sleeping, Darling. We have an hour until midnight, and I still have to bring you to release at least three more times before then,” Loki proclaims while pulling you closer to him, his growing erection pushes up against your stomach.

You bite back a moan, and theatrically sigh, “Well, if you must, I guess I should hold you to your promise."

Loki chuckles as he dips his hand on the small of your back and runs his long finger down your spine. You feel your heartbeat pick up again, and the tiredness you felt suddenly melts away at Loki’s touches and promises. 

“And how would you like it this time, my pet? Rough? Or Soft?,” Loki purrs into your ear, and moves your hair to pepper kisses on your neck. A rush floods through you at his question, at Loki’s desire to please you. 

“Oh are you going to let me be in charge?,” you coo back at him, playing into his game, your hand reaching down to his hard cock to gently stroke it. 

“I claimed you for my own, I believe it is only fair that you are allowed to do the same,” Loki sucks at your neck now, his teeth gently scraping your skin and making you moan. You smile, thinking about his “allowing” you to be in charge. 

Both of your hands move to the back of Loki’s head, pulling him in for a kiss. You eagerly push your tongue into his mouth, moaning and whining while his large hands gently guide your body on top of his. The kiss breaks when you realize you’re straddling Loki's strong thighs, and you sit up, taking in the sight of his hard cock now flush against his stomach. His smug smile reaches his eyes, revealing his perfect teeth while he looks up at you.

“Are you ready, Loki?”, you tease him, gently thrusting your hips forward as you run your fingers down his perfectly chiseled stomach.

“Oh yes, pet. Are you?,” he sinfully responds, and you can’t hide the wide grin that spreads across your face.

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#dom!loki x sub!reader #dom!loki smut #loki fanfic #tom hiddleston loki #loki marvel #loki x female reader #loki laufeyson #loki tv

[lovinglokilaufeyson]

Sugar Cookies

Pairings: Loki x Fem!Reader

Wordcount: 2,932

Warnings: ITS SO FLUFFY IM GONNA DIE (Fluff), Mutual Pining, lots of smutty buildup, some actual smut because I love writing it, a super late Christmas read but it's still cute, Jealous!Loki, Somewhat Oblivious!Reader, Idiots in Love, Angst if you squint

Summary: So far, Loki’s stay on earth has been rather unwelcoming. He is relieved to know that some people still have good hearts, and that love sometimes comes in the form of baking cookies.

A/N: Y/N is loosely based off of the character Topaz, and therefore, the powers are reflective as such. You are close with Wong and Dr. Strange, as you are a powerful sorceress. Also, I would like to note that this was going to start out purely fluffy, and now I am so tempted to write a super super smutty part 2. Because I cannot not write smut. I also wanted to say thank you all SO much for all the love on The Grinch. I am so grateful for all of you and I am so glad you enjoyed reading the story as much as I enjoyed writing it.

You were the sweetheart of the compound. The Avengers loved you wholeheartedly. After Dr. Stephen Strange had helped you regain your powers, you were a strong asset for the Avengers. You were able to heal the lot after the battle of New York against Loki Laufeyson.

Since then, it was revealed that Loki was under a powerful mind control from an alien being - Thanos. The power of the tesseract was unyielding, unable to be contained. Therefore, Thanos used it to control Loki and his powers, making him a puppet. You couldn't imagine how incredibly violating that was for Loki. Clint was suffering a similar set of circumstances, but he was still viewed as a hero. Loki was nothing but a villain. Once Loki's trance was broken, you were able to heal him with your magic. Having Hulk throw him around had not been the most gentle incident, and there was definitely some damage done.

Despite Loki's Asgardian healing, his body wasn't perfect. He still needed help in some regard, and you could help him. Your touch was gentle, and Loki realized that from the start. It was one of the things that drew him towards you the most. She'd never love me. His mind haunted him. I'm a monster.

In all reality, you were drawn towards Loki too. You thought he was good-looking, misunderstood, slightly brooding. He was mysterious, and you wanted to know more.

Eventually, Loki made himself to be a primary resident in the tower he once swore to destroy. Along the Avengers and yourself, Loki began to make himself at home. For the most part. He kept relatively quiet and to himself, occasionally reading in the common room when not in his bedroom. He traveled outside for dinner or a coffee at times, but for the most part, tended to make his meals with Thor in the kitchen. Loki didn't particularly like the attention he was given upon going out in public. People were either scared of him or resented him. They didn't understand.

You empathized with Loki like no one else ever had before. You could, genuinely, feel his emotions. At times, when you felt them, you were tempted to lower their potency to make them more tolerable. However, you also understood that Loki needed to process his emotions regarding this entire incident. You couldn't dilute or show favoritism towards anyone. That would simply be unfair. You also knew that you had the ability to take his emotions on yourself, which tempted you often. Especially when there were days when Loki sulked around the compound. This happened frequently after he had gone out and been ridiculed by passersby. Some days were certainly worse than others.

Another thing that seemed to cause Loki to sulk around the compound was jealousy. You felt it, but didn't know the cause. However, you could sense romantic feelings coming from Loki. Not for me, you thought to yourself. Probably for someone like Natasha, or one of Stark's interns.

Christmas was soon to arrive. Only a few more days. The compound was delicately decorated, with the help of Thor, Pepper, Clint, yourself, and a few others. Garlands lined the ceiling, string lights hanging down from them. Red bows littered the walls, and wreaths were hung on seemingly every door available. Poinsettias were placed on the dining room table and the end tables in the living room. A large pine tree covered in tinsel and ornaments were bestrewed upon it sat in the living room as the main feature.

It was safe to say that Loki was very outside his comfort zone. He had never celebrated anything like this, and you could tell. He sat perched on a chair in the living room, watching as you and several others decorated cheerfully. You danced around the room, and he found himself watching your legs longingly. So elegant, so beautiful. How he'd love to have those legs wrapped -

Loki snapped himself outside of his thoughts for a moment, realizing the direction he'd been taking them. You glanced at him for just a moment, and realized how he'd been feeling just moments ago. The emotion that flooded off of him was one of pure sex. You felt yourself reciprocating and feeling his emotion. As you flung your eyes up to catch his, the look he gave you was one that a predator would give their prey.

Soon thereafter you glanced away, his gaze being too intimidating to hold onto for the time being. But the way he looked at you - so - longingly. It made you wonder how he truly felt for you. Maybe he only thought of you as a sexual escapade rather than a potential relationship. Or maybe you were mistaken, that his eyes were longing for Natasha rather than yourself. You shook off the feeling. What you failed to notice, however, is how Loki's gaze swam up and down your body several times before resting on his novel once more.

He mentally took photos of the effortless bun that sat on top of your head, your doe eyes, your plump lips, the curvature in your breasts and bum, your lengthy legs. When you jumped up with excitement for a moment, Loki became entranced by the bounce that came from your bosom. Fuck he thought to himself. I'm screwed.

Your eyes caught his once more, and the same predatory gaze on his eyes. You bit your lip and Loki felt himself harden in his pants before you looked away again. Why does he look like that? You thought to yourself.

"IT'S CHRISTMAS" you heard Thor shout before, in a moment, your legs were flung from beneath you and suddenly, you were wrapped in Thor's arms. One thing you had learned upon joining the Avengers is that Thor Odinson was incredibly affectionate. Not towards anyone specifically, but you were small enough to lift with merely an ounce of effort, and Thor was entertained by that. Comparatively, you lifting up a 6 Ib. infant would have taken a similar amount of effort. You giggled as he held you bridal style, slightly taken aback by Thor's excitement.

In a sudden instant, however, you felt jealously radiating from the other side of the room. Loki. Surprisingly, when you went to look back at him, he had disappeared. Loki couldn't stand another man's arms around you, especially his own brother's. Thor had always gotten everything that Loki never did. From what it seemed, you would be no different. That in itself destroyed Loki.

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Later that night, you couldn't sleep. You hadn't seen Loki at movie night, and you were fearful for his wellbeing. The jealousy that you had felt in the common room from earlier still lingered there. Typically, emotions faded rather quickly. But this one, in its potency, stuck around.

You wandered into the kitchen at roughly 1 am, hopeful that no one would be around. Thankfully, the rest of the compound was fast asleep. Except for one God, but you didn't know that. You began the process of making sugar cookies. Baking always helped you clear your head, and the silencing spell you cast helped make it quieter and more manageable for a 1 am burst of energy. While normally the mixer would be able to wake up the entirety of the compound, now the only thing that would indicate your presence was the sweet, sugary smell of delicious treats.

You combined your wet and dry ingredients with the mixer, meanwhile gathering ingredients for frosting and decorations. Unbeknownst to you, Loki had wandered down from his quarters for a midnight snack. He couldn't sleep either, the image of your delicate form in Thor's muscular arms replayed through his mind constantly.

The image that he saw now, however, made him forget all about Thor's actions from earlier that night. You, dressed in your black, lacy, silky smooth pajamas, reaching for sprinkles in the upper cabinet. The length of the shorts you were left little to the imagination, and the slight v-neck and spaghetti straps exposed the soft skin of your arms, shoulders, and chest. Loki felt himself harden for the second time in your presence that day, and in his slight daze, he approached you. Despite your typical ability to sense emotions and the presence of others, you were so focused on reaching for those damn sprinkles that you failed to notice Loki nearing you.

You gasped as Loki placed his left hand on your hip bone, gently grazing the top portion of your thigh. You shuttered, almost jumping out of his grasp. "Gosh you scared me!" You gasped as Loki had a mere touch of the silk pajamas you wore. "My apologies darling. Allow me," he spoke as his hand passed yours and gently grazed it upon grabbing the sprinkle container. He set it down in front of you, not moving his left hand from your thigh just yet. Loki would cherish this moment for eternity. "Thank you Loki" you spoke gratefully. Loki leaned down to your ear, whispering "My pleasure, love." As you shuttered once more.

Why does he make me feel like this? You wondered, before your thoughts were cut off. "Why are you up so late, doll?" Loki had stepped back now, his body no longer in contact with yours. "I- um-" you started, nervous from your past interaction. "I just couldn't sleep." You responded. "I could ask you the same." You began, gaining a bit more confidence in the conversation.

"Same here, darling." The constant pet names that flowed from Loki's mouth were intoxicating. Despite the little bits of awkwardness you felt, overall you were comfortable with Loki. Although, your outfit choice would have been slightly different had you known that anyone would present themselves in the kitchen that night. A little more coverage, perhaps?

Loki, however, would be thrilled to see you in even less. The dreams and fantasies that he had in regards to you and himself were detailed, but not as detailed as the lovely lace that lined your thighs, your revealed stomach, and your breasts. His fantasies could never compare to your breathtaking presence. God, you were beautiful, in every single sense of the word. He had never seen a creature as magnificent as you.

"Anything specific on your mind, Loke?" You broke him out of his thoughts, now. You grew more and more confident as you felt his emotions pour into the room. As much as you doubted his feelings towards you, you had never been wrong with reading someone before. And Loki's emotions were drowning in sex, love, and sensuality. From what it seemed, they were directed towards you. Either that, or he was feeling extremely deep for someone who wasn't present. But the probability wasn't super likely, considering how strong they were.

Loki suddenly got timid, as if you had caught him. It wasn't often that he became shy, but his emotions towards you made him feel that way. To an extent. Loki was dominant and typically could guide in relationships, but there was something about you that made him hold back. He wanted to be gentle with you. "Not specifically, love. Sometimes I'm just kept up with my thoughts." You nodded in understanding. "Well, if you feel like cookie-making, I'll be up for a little while." You offered, and a smile grew on Loki's face. Being alone? With you? In the privacy of the compound kitchen at 1 am? Count me in, he thought.

"What can I help with?" He offered sweetly. "Well, I have the cookie dough made, so now we need to roll it out and use cookie cutters to make them into fun shapes!" You spoke excitedly, a certain light being brought to your eyes. "You do love this Midgardian holiday, don't you darling?" Loki asked.

"Of course, it's all about giving! What's not to love?" You smiled.

"You're telling me we're not going to devour these cookies all by ourselves?" Loki questioned teasingly. You looked at him in fake offense, placing a hand against your chest. "How dare you speak of such a thing! There's plenty to go around." You rebutted. He winkled at you, sending a shiver up your spine.

You handed Loki the rolling pin, which he looked at, perplexed. You realized that this task may be more difficult than anticipated. At least, for the Asgardian God. You placed the dough down, sprinkling a little flour on top. "Here," you guided him, coming behind him and helping his hands with the motion. "Just like that."

Loki began rolling out the dough, his action becoming more and more confident as he continued. You grabbed the festive cookie cutters that you would use on the dough as he rolled it out to the proper thickness.

You began the process of the shaping the cookies, rolling out the dough after you ran out of space. Stars, Christmas trees, candy canes, ornaments, and stockings lined the baking trays, and soon enough, you had roughly fifty cookies ready to bake. You lightly clapped your hands in excitement, looking up towards Loki. "Thank you, Loke." You smiled, watching as a glimmer of peace came upon his eyes. "You're welcome, doll. This is the most fun I've had in a long time." While the cookies baked, you began on the frosting.

The frosting was finished, and you took a little bit on your pinky finger to taste. Loki watched as you brought your smallest finger to your lips, opening them just the slightest bit, sliding your pinky inside your mouth, and sucking the frosting right off of it. Your cheeks pursed inwards, surrounding the digit.

Loki's emotions immediately skyrocketed at the sight. That was something you instantly took notice of. Oh, I could have some fun with this, you thought. This time, you took your index finger, grabbing some more. You headed towards Loki, who had planted himself on a barstool at the previous sight. "Want to try some, Loke?" You spoke seductively, and his jaw dropped in invitation. You brought your finger into his mouth, holding his jaw with your other hand. He sucked the frosting off as slowly as possible, savoring every single moment of this.

You finally pulled your finger away, a slight bit of resistance due to the pull from Loki's mouth. "Delicious, darling." Loki spoke, smirking the slightest bit. Gaining a bit of confidence, Loki stood up, suddenly towering over you. "I wonder if you taste just as sweet."

You gasped at his remark as Loki backed you until you hit the counter. Your wetness began to grow, and he pressed against you. "May I?" Loki spoke confidently, holding your neck in one hand. You nodded hesitantly, looking back and forth from his eyes to his lips. Loki began to bring his head to level yours, then resting his forehead on yours. Hesitantly, you began the pursuit of his lips with yours. He matched your energy, gliding his lips across yours effortlessly, and suddenly, he pulled at your lip, granting himself access. In the meantime, his opposite hand traveled lower, pulling at the elastic waistband of your shorts. You pulled back, gasping for air. "I need to taste you down there too, darling." You groaned in anticipation, but pressed at his chest. "We need to get the cookies in the oven." You spoke.

"Just let me have a swipe, darling. Please." Loki indicated with his index finger, curling it slightly. You moaned as he instantaneously stuck his hand down your shorts, pushing past your waistband, in order to collect your juices, trailing from your entrance up to flick your clit ever so slightly, then bringing his finger up to his mouth to devour every bit of your sweet nectar. He groaned himself, bringing a peck to your mouth mere seconds afterwards.

"You taste like Valhalla, my sweet. Promise me I will get more of a taste after these cookies are complete." He held your jaw, and your lips met his once more. "Of course, Loki." You smiled as he backed up from your form to resume the cookie making process.

You took the cookies out of the oven, letting them cool for several minutes. In the meantime, Loki latched onto you, his arms wrapped around your shoulders. He pecked your cheeks, whispering delicious fantasies into your ear. Suddenly, a thought hit you. "Um- hey Loki?"

"Yes, love?" Loki responded eagerly.

"Do you- like- actually like me- or am I a sexual fantasy for you?" You pondered.

"Oh, darling. My sweet darling. You are the most beautiful, pure mortal I have ever met. You are adorable, kind, and gentle. I want you to be mine. My sexual fantasies are just the ways I wish to claim you and your precious form." You turned to look at him, smiling. "I'm really glad you came down for a midnight snack." He smiled back. The amount of love that radiated from Loki was unlike anything you had ever felt before.

"You had my heart from the second that your gentle touch healed my wounds." Loki told you. You looked up at him hopefully. "Truly?"

"Absolutely."

You and Loki both grew tired finally, after completing and decorating the cookies. Sprinkles and frosting, slightly haphazardly placed on each cookie, you noted that the further you got into decorating, the worse the treats looked. Not that Thor, or anyone else for that matter, would care about the appearance of the cookies in the slightest.

What they would notice, however, is both Loki and yourself cuddled up on the couch in the common room, sharing a pillow with a blanket covering you.

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[the-princess-of-loki]

Testing the limits

Pairing: Loki x Fem!reader

Word count: 2294

Warnings: fluff, smut, graphic description of smut, kind of voyeurism, a light slapping, orgasm denial, dom!Loki.

Loki called me 'mine' at least six times each time we had sex. However, he wouldn't even look at me whenever there were people around us. He wouldn't touch me, kiss me, hold my hand, ask me a simple question, fucking nothing.

And I was fucking tired of it.

That night, all of the Avengers were out at a club. I was dancing with Wanda and Natasha, but I decided I had to do something about the Loki situation. Needless to say, I was a little drunk. First, I danced with a bunch of strangers, but I knew that wasn’t going to do the trick. So, after a while, I walked towards the table where Loki, Thor and Stephen were drinking. Thor and the Doctor were chatting and Loki was trying to hide in the shadows. He didn’t look at me when I approach them and even though that was his usual attitude with me when we were around other people, it made me furious. It’s been two years, for fuck’s sake!

“I’m not even bothering with you, Stephen,” I said putting my hands on the table, making my cleavage show even more in my black, tight mini-dress with a long v-neck that reached until below my breasts. “Thor, would you dance with me, please?” I asked him battling my eyelashes at him while handing out my hand to the blond God of Thunder. He looked at me confused.

“I’d do anything for you, my friend, but I’m afraid I don’t know how to dance this type of music,” He seemed ashamed to admit it, so I smiled reassuringly at him, ignoring the look Loki was giving me.

“Nobody does! Come on, follow me,” I said as I grabbed his hand.

Thor followed me to the dance floor and tried very badly to imitate my moves. He wasn’t built to dance, but I wasn’t looking for a dance partner. My plan was reckless, to say the least, but I was sure it was going to work. If there was something Loki absolutely hated, was how well his brother and I got along. He hated even more when Thor and I agreed on something that he didn’t. But this wasn’t about that. I knew that Thor didn’t like me as more than a friend and I felt the same. However, I also knew that Thor was trying to push Loki to announce that we were together. This wasn’t the ideal way, but Loki wasn’t a conventional man. 

I passed my arms behind Thor’s neck and started to move my hips, making the ruffles of my dress sway with my movements. Thor laughed, knowing perfectly well what I was doing and grabbed me by the waist.

We danced together for a total of five minutes, I think. After that, Loki interceded. I wasn’t expecting him to do something, to be honest. I was hoping he would, but I didn’t think he would actually do it. He grabbed one of my arms quite forcefully, I must say, and dragged me along the whole club to the toilet room. The people who were waiting to enter started to shout at him, but he didn’t even turn to face them. Inside the toilet room, Loki made me enter one of the booths and he closed the fully written door behind him. He pressed me against the booth’s side wall with his two big hands next to my head, blocking my every way of escape. He was furious and I looked at him with a smirk. Was it weird that I was kind of turned on at that moment?

“What do you think you are doing?” Loki asked in a whisper, his voice full of refrained rage. “Dancing with my brother in that way, almost showing the whole club your ass under your dress. What did you think?” He never raised his voice, but his face and tone conveyed his angriness perfectly. I, being drunk, laughed.

“Well, I was dancing!” I answered him in a high pitch while still laughing.

“Did you want to make me jealous, foolish creature?” he tsked. “What a waste of time. I would never be jealous,” I laughed hard.

“Oh, Loki, you’re as jealous as you could be,” I laughed again. “But that is not new to us, is it? You always get jealous, punish me, and then we get back to the same routine of hiding,” I rolled my eyes. “Honestly, Loki? I’m tired of this. It’s been two years since we started to mess around and at the beginning, I understood, but now? Let’s just skip this part and break… whatever it is that is going on between us,” I sounded much more convinced than I was. Actually, my heart was breaking with each word. But I was drunk and tired.

“Something is telling me that you don’t want that, my little mortal,” His green eyes were wide with surprise, but he hid behind a smirk.

“No, I don’t. But you give me no choice, Loki! I’m tired of being hidden. Are you ashamed of me? Because if that is the problem, then we can’t-”

Loki crashed his lips on mine, silencing my words and protests. He kissed me hard, taking my breath away almost immediately. He pushed his tongue inside my mouth, kissing me deeply while his hands travelled down my body until he grabbed my thighs. I crossed my ankles behind his back as I scratched his upper back and kissed him back. Loki grabbed one of my asscheeks below my dress and squeezed it hard making me moan into his mouth. He then pressed his hips against mine, making his hard cock collide with my wet, clothed core. He rolled his hips, making me moan again and he chuckled without breaking our kiss. He kept on teasing me, increasing my arousal with each of his movements and I didn’t bother to hide my moans. We were in a toilet booth of a club, people would expect this to happen. However, I knew my punishment would appear soon. Loki was giving me too much without asking for anything in return and after the little show I did for him, he surely wanted to punish me. I felt a breeze of cold air in my core when Loki disappeared my black panties. I felt his hard-clothed cock against me and I whimpered a little because the zipper of his black jeans was uncomfortable. He pulled down his pants and boxers, making his cock jump against my wet folds making me beg for more friction. I didn’t get it, though. I got something way better. Loki thrust with full force inside me, his cockhead hitting my g-spot. I threw my head backwards, moaning his name. However, he used his free hand to grab my chin forcefully and make me look him in the eyes.

“Do not dare to cum, understand?” he asked me while keeping the movements of his hips constant and forceful. “This is for my pleasure, not yours,” He grunted while biting my lower lip until it bled. 

He moved his hips until only his cockhead remained inside and then slammed back inside, making me scream in my pleasure. He released my chin and that hand went down my body until it reached my clit. He started to rub it, driving me insane with each thrust and movement of his hand. Loki smirked at me for an instant before his face became contorted with pleasure. 

“Why am I punishing you?” he asked in between his grunts. “Answer me!”

“B-because I-I f-flirted w-with-” He didn’t let me finish as his other hand found my asscheek and gave me a little slap. I cried out, half in pleasure, half in pain.

“Wrong, mortal. Try again. Why am I punishing you?” Loki reinforced each word of his question with a thrust inside me.

“B-because…ahhhh…I made you…fuck, yes, Loki…jealous,” I tried again only to receive another slap in my asscheek.

“Ha! As if,” Loki answered sarcastically. “Turn around, now,” he ordered me as he let go of me so I could follow his instructions. My legs felt wobbly, but I did as I was told and pressed my chest and face to the wall, pulling my ass out for him. Loki slapped me again, which made me gasp before he opened my legs the most that we could for the little space we had and thrust inside me again. “I am punishing you…” he whispered in my ear while his hand found my clit again and rubbed it. “...because of the absurdity of you…” his other hand grabbed my neck and pulled me back so I could see him with a side gaze. “...thinking I am ashamed of you,” He finished while his fingers on my neck squeezed a little harder, leaving marks.

“T-then…ahhhh…w-why…fuck, Loki, I-I c-can’t resist…” I couldn’t finish my sentence because of the pleasure that was increasing inside me. He let go of my clit but still thrust inside me.

“Oh, no, little mortal. I told you, you are not cumming.”

Loki continued slamming into me and I did everything I could to hold my orgasm because I knew it was going to be worse for me if I didn’t. I kept moaning his name because I knew how much he liked it and I wanted him to be happy. He bit down the place between my shoulder and my neck, leaving a very visible mark. I screamed his name, loving it as he marked me. I wanted to be his and I wanted him to show it to everybody. That was everything I asked for. Was it so hard? He said he wasn’t ashamed of me, then, what was it? I didn’t understand. I focused on that instead of the sheer pleasure he was giving me so I wouldn’t cum. I felt it the exact moment he cum, filling me with his semen and moaning my name so loud that the whole universe could have heard him.

When Loki recovered from his orgasm, he arranged his jeans while I tried to find my panties. After he finished fixing his clothes he smirked at me and showed that my black lace panties were in fact inside his pants’ pocket. I sighed and settled for fixing my dress. Truth was, I didn’t want to look at him. I didn’t know what he was thinking about what I told him before this incredible sex session. I felt the same way as before- I just couldn’t resist him. Loki opened the booth and I stepped outside with him following me. We both walked back to the dance floor, not touching at all. However, when we reached the middle of the dance floor, he grabbed my wrist and turned me around so I was facing him. I looked at him surprised, not knowing what he was doing to do next. Loki passed one of his arms through my waist and cupped one of my cheeks with the other hand, releasing my wrist from his grasp. He smiled sweetly at me before he gave me a sweet peck on the lips.

“Never think, for one second, that I am ashamed of you or us,” he said while nuzzling our noses together once he pulled back from our kiss. “I was feeling so rapturous that I didn’t want anything to ruin it. I am sorry if my actions made you think otherwise,” He gave me another sweet peck before looking at me with concern in his green eyes and features.

“You’re forgiven, as long as your usual ‘mine’ becomes a reality around other people too. I just want to be yours and let everybody know about it. I’m sorry if I expressed myself too harshly before. I’m drunk, you know?” I said with a small giggle, caressing his sharp jawline with my fingers.

“Oh, but everybody does know, my sweet mortal. I made sure of that about a year and a half ago,” Loki smirked as surprise clouded my features.

“B-but how? Why didn’t you tell me anything?”

“Do you remember that morning I took your breakfast to bed?” he asked while swaying us in a slow dance that was too slow for the electronic music of the club, but I didn’t care at all. I passed my hands behind his neck and grabbed some of his curls to play with. I nodded. “Well, that same morning I told everybody in the tower why I was cooking and for whom. And I didn’t tell you anything because I thought you would find it too… suffocating, perhaps?” Even with the awful lighting of the club, I could see the pink in his sharp cheeks. It was adorable.

“Of course not! I would’ve saved so many tears if I knew that…” I smiled adoringly at him so he would know that I wasn’t angry at him anymore. He smiled back at me lovingly.

“Once again, I am sorry. You are the most important being in my life, I would be devastated if I lost you, min kjærlighet,” Loki usually spoke Asgardian with me, but he had never pronounced those words. I knew the first one meant ‘my’, but I didn’t know the second one. I shook my head.

“There is no way for you to lose me. I am yours, my beautiful prince,” He gave me a kiss on my forehead before answering.

“And I am yours, my beautiful mortal. Now, let's go back to our bedroom. I am going to make you scream my name so loud that all the Nine Realms will hear you," He whispered with a charming smile and mischief in his green eyes.

I could only nod, my dripping core ready for him, as always.

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