#loki likes handcuffs

[worstloki]

AU where Thor puts handcuffs on Loki in TDW but it is made increasingly clear to everyone that they're very ineffective ones, and that both Thor and Loki know this. By the time we get to the acting-in-front-of-Malekith part Loki asks Thor if he can take them off now and Thor says fine

#Loki probably tries to cross his hands at some point and accidentally breaks the chain #same deal as the asgardian prison cell he was in btw #im still convinced he literally walked out #like in the animated guardians series #loki is dealing with the prison bc he has nowhere better to go #and he's dealing with the playdough-equivalent cuffs bc of whatever mental reminder thor needs that he's a prisoner #Jane: did Loki just take the handcuffs off by himself #Thor: well yeah he's my brother #Jane: what does that even mean

[ichorai]

letters of loki ; david loki (m).

pairing ; david loki x reader (afab, gender-neutral pronouns)

synopsis ; nsfw alphabet + micro-drabbles for each letter.

words ; 4.0k

themes ; smut, fluff, barely-there angst, established relationship

warnings / includes ; mentions of scars, unprotected sex, mentions of bondage, oral sex, light roleplay, 'honey' as a pet name, david being exhausted </3

a/n ; been in a terrible fic-writing slump so i tried out the nsfw alphabet format for the first time! hope you all enjoy :)

main masterlist.

A — AFTERCARE

Definitely the kind to hold you close after the act, his arms firmly wrapped around your waist, his nose buried into your shoulder. David’s mostly silent, but would gladly listen and hum along if you wanted to start up any kind of pillowtalk. He just likes hearing the sound of your voice. Eventually, however, he’d get up to take a shower (he’s a creature of habit, after all), and bring you anything you needed, like a glass of water or a damp towel. 

“Your hair’s wet,” you mumbled in complaint when he slipped back under the covers after his brief shower. His cold hands slipped beneath the wrinkled button-up shirt you were wearing (his, he realized a second later), and you made a disgruntled noise.

“Sorry, honey,” he replied with a soft huff of a laugh, but made no move to shift away. Instead, he pressed closer, kissing a warm spot just above your ear.

B — BODY PART

David’s favorite body part of yours would definitely be your hips. Or your eyes. Or your thighs. If you were to ask him, he’d give you a different answer every single time. There’s so much he loves about you, he can hardly pick just one. Though, he really does have a particular fondness for holding onto your hips, even in a non-sexual manner. He also loves any and all of your moles, scars, or birthmarks. Would press kisses against them because he finds them so beautiful in their uniqueness, and it makes him feel close to you. He thinks tattoos are hot as fuck on you too—especially the small ones in the most random places. 

Your favorite body part on him would be his hands. He found it strange at first, how your fingers always found his, how you’d spend hours in bed simply staring at his knuckle tattoos, tracing over every inked etch and every bruise, scar, and callous. It didn’t come much of a surprise to him when he found that you liked the sight of his hand pressing down on your lower stomach as he fucked into you. It got you going—and whatever gets you going, gets him going, too. 

The movie the two of you had put on was entirely forgotten. He was on the ground, knelt down in front of you, tongue tracing utter sin along your soaked cunt. And his hands—oh, his hands—one was gripping on your right thigh with iron-strength, forcing you apart to make space for his insatiable self pressing against you. The other hand was intertwined with your left palm, squeezing every once in a while, as if in reassurance. How sweet of him to hold your hand while he utterly destroyed you.

C — CUM

He’s a classic man—he likes to cum inside of you the most, but wouldn’t mind seeing it all over your tummy or over the inside of your thighs. If he was to make a mess, he would immediately clean it up with a damp towel after, asking if you were okay. 

“Gonna cum inside you—that okay, honey?” he grunted right by your ear, one hand splayed over your stomach, pressing with just the right amount of pressure, and the other gripping your hip tightly.

“Yes—yes, please, David,” you moaned, breath catching at his name as you moved to lay your hands over his so you could squeeze them earnestly. “Need you to fill me up.”

Just the sound of your voice was enough to push him over the edge. He pistoned his hips against yours a few more times until he doubled over with a gruff noise, hot cum filling your throbbing pussy until it leaked out around his still semi-hard cock.

D — DIRTY SECRET

There’s a set of handcuffs in the bedside drawer just for emergencies. But David’s always wanted to ask if you’d be willing to try it out in bed. He’s not even entirely sure if he would enjoy that, since he prefers to keep his work separate from home, but the thought of you trusting him enough to keep you bound to the bed wasn’t exactly unappealing.

David could only imagine how beautiful you’d look with your wrists up above your head, cuffed to the headboard as you looked up at him with those pretty eyes of yours. How the metal would look like against your skin as you tugged and begged for him to let you touch him—

“David?” you asked with a mildly curious tone, jolting him out of his thoughts. His head turned to you, in your soft pajamas, having just brushed your teeth and washed your face. You were about to slip into bed. “You okay? What are you thinkin’ about?”

“Nothing, hon. Let’s go to sleep.”

E — EXPERIENCE

He knows what he’s doing, but he hasn’t been with a lot of people before you. Two or three one-night stands, and maybe one barely-there relationship that didn’t last very long. Before you came along, he hardly had enough time to sleep, much less concern himself with having flings. Once he met you, he was much more determined to reorganize himself so he could make time for you. 

The diner was buzzing with activity that night. You were sipping on a strawberry milkshake, telling him about how you’d love to see a jaguar in person one day. He was smiling, thinking about how beautiful you were, even beneath the harsh lighting of the diner. And then—then it was all spoiled, because he caught sight of his ex in another booth. It hadn’t ended well—she left in a fit of anger and tears, frustrated that David hardly ever made time for her anymore. 

Almost immediately, you noticed his change of demeanor, and reached over the table to take his hand. His tense muscles relaxed just a bit. Something you always managed to do with very little effort—it was an uncanny talent of yours. 

“You wanna get out of here?” you offered. If you noticed his ex, you didn’t say anything. For that, he was grateful. “We can watch a movie at home.”

“That sounds great, actually.”

F — FAVORITE POSITION

Loki’s got a particular fondness for reverse cowgirl. Don’t get him wrong, he loves missionary and doggy too, but there’s just something about reverse cowgirl that itches him in just the right way. He likes reaching over to press down on your stomach from behind while he pounds into you, and he also likes how it’s easy access to your clit. Plus, you really enjoy hearing the gruff noises he makes right by your ear, so you’re not at all complaining. 

“David!” you cried out, voice strained with ecstasy. 

“I hear you, baby. Moan for me,” he muttered from behind you, sweaty chest pressed flush against your back. David glanced down and gave a guttural noise upon seeing a creamy ring of your combined arousals at the base of his cock. Another erotic sigh fell from you when he reached down to rub circles over your clit, making you keen with shocked arousal.

G — GOOFY

Very rarely would sex with David be light-hearted or humorous. The two of you are usually far too caught up in a pleasure-ridden haze. But if you happened to start laughing or smiling, he’d give you a loving half-grin before making it his mission to get you back into a moaning mess.

“That tickles,” you half-laughed when he skimmed his fingers up your sides, smiling up at him. He only barely made a humming noise before he thrust back into you—and the grin melted right off your face.

H — HAIR

He takes good care of his hygiene. Granted, he’s usually preoccupied with work to spend too much time grooming himself, but he keeps things clean down there. He also knows you’re a big fan of his slicked-back hair, so he does take the time to make himself look presentable in the morning. You’d also told him once while he was shaving that you liked how he looked with a beard—he’d really have to consider growing it out for you.

“I like how it looks,” you told him one morning before he had the chance to shave. “Your stubble. I think you’d look so hot with a beard.”

“You think so?”

“You should try it. That caveman look. It’ll suit you.”

I — INTIMACY

David can be incredibly romantic when he wants to be. Flowers and your favorite takeout are things he’d grab for you on the way back from work. He’s a detective—he studies you, observes all your likes and interests, and he’s a very fast learner to top it off. Kisses during sex are also not uncommon, and he would definitely press his lips along your neck or on your cheek, whether he’s on top or behind you. And, as mentioned before, he does hold your hand a lot. When he’s feeling more affectionate than usual, he’d murmur how good you are for him in your ear. 

“You feel so good, honey. Doin’ so good for me,” he groaned, firm arms curled around your waist as he bucked his hips into you. At his praise, you arched your back so you’d press further into him, a breathless keen falling from your lips. 

“Yeah?” David asked in smug approval. “You like that? You like being good for me, hm?”

J — JACK OFF

He rarely ever masturbates, because he’s got you around. And because he’s working so much. He feels as if it’s a waste of time if it’s not with you. But on the rare occasion you were out of town for longer than usual, he’d give into the temptation in the shower just once, imagining his wet fist was your warm cunt.

He missed you more than anything. All he could think about was you and your smile, your laugh, your beautiful hips and legs and thighs—

Fuck, even the cold shower he was standing under wasn’t helping his hard-on go away. With a muffled noise of frustration, David switched the water over to scalding hot, and curled a sopping hand over his throbbing cock. He leaned his forehead against the condensated tiles and closed his eyes, thinking about you and your delicious fucking moans. 

K — KINK

Mentioned before, but handcuffs! He likes that you trust him enough to be at his mercy, and he also thinks you look incredibly hot tied up. Another would be when you tell him what you want him to do to you—that gets him going so good. David also loves when you tug at his hair right at the root—makes his eyes roll right to the back of his head. He also really doesn’t mind when you scratch your nails down his back. Seeing the red marks afterwards feels like an award more than anything. 

It surprised him just how good it felt when your nails lightly scratched at his scalp. He peered up at you from his position (between your gorgeous thighs), tongue dragging torturously over your sensitive clit. It surprised him even more when you took fistfuls of his hair and tugged with just the right amount of pressure. He made a noise of approval right against your cunt, the vibrations making your back arch so that your cunt pressed up closer to his face. 

L — LOCATION

In bed is his go-to, since the two of you would usually have sex super late at night or really early in the morning. The couch in your living room is also home to lots of impromptu sex, mostly during the weekends. The kitchen counter and the dining table aren’t exempt, either.

The stir-fry you were cooking up crackled and popped in the pan, just about ready. From behind, David’s arms wove around your waist, his nose running along the curvature of your neck. It was only when you felt his stiff hardness against your back did you halt your ministrations.

“Here?” you asked with a sweet smile, turning your head to the side so you could see his sheepish expression. 

“Here’s good,” he replied, before turning the stove off for you and crowding you up against the kitchen counter.

M — MOTIVATION

Your voice gets him worked up the most. Especially when you make it go all low and you whisper right into his ear—he gets hard just from the thought of it. You could be talking about the most asinine topics, and he’s looking at you like you’re already begging him to fuck you. Whenever you wear his clothes, too—preferably with nothing underneath—it just makes you all the more irresistible to him. 

It was rare for the both of you to wake up lazy, with no plans for the rest of the day. But today—today was a miraculous weekend where both of your off-days lined up. And so that only meant you got to lounge around wearing David’s shirt, whispering pure filth into his ear so he’d push you up against the closest surface and fuck you with no abandon. It was simply heaven.

N — NO

Anything that could potentially really hurt you. He’s alright with a little bit of spanking here and there, but slapping you across the face is a hard no from him. He already sees quite a bit of abuse and violence at work, the last thing he’d want to do is replicate that with you. David can call you dirty names if you’d like, too, but he’s not very keen on being on the receiving end of it. Reminds him of his military school days. And, if it wasn’t obvious, none of the typical “gross” kinks, like piss and shit. He’s not into that at all. 

“Before we do this,” David started, trying his best to quell his racing heart, despite the fact that he’s slept with you three times prior to this. It was all still so new to him. “I just wanted to make sure—you’ll let me know if you’re uncomfortable, right? Or if I hurt you in any way, okay? I need to know if you’re not… enjoying it.”

“Okay, David,” you said with a serious nod, wrapping your legs about his waist. “I promise I’ll let you know.”

O — ORAL

Loves giving and receiving equally. On days where he’s come from work utterly exhausted and too tired to fuck you, he’d have you hanging right by the edge of the bed, where he’s kneeling on the ground, licking lazy patterns up and down your aching core. Eating you out also makes for brilliant foreplay—David likes to tease it out, and he especially likes the way you tug at his hair and groan out his name. As for receiving, he loves to pull your hair just as much, low moans of appreciation falling from his lips.

It was heaven between your legs, he thought, brows knitting together as he hiked your thighs up higher on his shoulders so he could properly bury his face into you sopping pussy. The noises you were making were going straight to his cock, which ached within the confines of his trousers. Even when you’d come twice from his tongue, David just kept going, humming in amusement when you began to whine with overstimulation.

P — PACE

It really depends on the day. Sometimes he wants to burn off some steam and frustration—goes all rough and quick until both of you are seeing stars. Other days he takes it slow, drawing it out to savor it as long as he can, drenching the sheets with both sweat and cum. 

“David—David, honey,” you cried out into the mattress, fists curling against the sheets. His cock was hitting all the right places inside of you, so fucking deep. “Please, please, go faster.”

He let out a guttural noise when you tightened around him. “No, no, honey… I’m taking my time with you today. Wanna make you feel every inch of me.”

Q — QUICKIE

Much to his chagrin, the weekdays usually leave him no other choice than a quickie. He’d certainly prefer it if he had the option to take his time with you, but David makes the most out of it regardless. You certainly don’t seem to mind—though, you’ve convinced him to come in late to work a handful of times.

“I’m gonna be late for work,” David grunted right into your mouth as he pounded into you. The squelching sound of his cock hammering into your throbbing cunt was enough to leave his cheeks warm and flushed. “It’ll be all your fault, honey.”

You clutched onto his shoulders, your forehead drooping down onto his cheek, far too delirious to come up with a coherent response.

R — RISK

He’d be more than willing to try out new things with you. He’s especially a big fan of when you come to him proposing a new position to try out. However, David isn’t likely to try out anything new on his own, so it’s all up to you. He’s just happy to do whatever you want to do.

“Hey, David?”

Your boyfriend glanced up from the paper he was reading, brows quirked.

“Well, uhm,” you wrung your hands together, with a sheepish expression, “I was wondering if we could… try something out in bed tonight.”

David blinked once, twice, and a third time. He put the paper down. “Of course, hon,” he said, a soft smile playing at the corner of his lips, “We can do whatever you want.”

S — STAMINA

Usually only one or two rounds since he’s already so worn out from his job but you can easily work him up into a third round if you really wanted to. The rounds can last pretty long, though—he’s good at pacing himself and also makes sure that you’re feeling good, too.

“Again?” he panted with a tired grin when you rolled him over so you could clamber onto his lap, grinding your slickened cunt against his spent cock. 

“Mhm,” you replied, nodding. Your hair was a complete mess—David took pride in being the reason you looked so sexily disheveled. “You don’t even have to do anything. Just—lay there and let me take care of you.”

“Can’t argue with that.” David’s muttered words tapered off into a low groan when you sank down onto him.

T — TOY

He wouldn’t own any toys of his own but if you owned a vibrator he’d definitely tease you with it during foreplay. Not at all the kind to be insecure about you using toys—in fact, he’s glad you have a way to feel good on your own whenever he’s not around to take care of you. Independence is incredibly sexy to him, after all.

The gentle buzz of the vibrator against your clit made you buck your hips up, to which David only let out an amused hum of laughter. One of his hands pressed down on the expanse of your stomach to keep you pinned down onto the bed.

“Stop squirming around, honey,” he muttered, teeth nipping at the inside of your thigh. “Relax—let me make you feel good.”

U — UNFAIR

David can be a huge tease if he wanted to be—he knows the exact buttons to press to work you up until you’re right there, but he’d pull away just before you could cum. Would have a wide, smug grin on his face, but he’s quick to cave once you start moaning out his name.

“Why’d you stop?” you huffed, breathless, propping yourself halfway-up with your elbows so you could look down at him. The lower half of his face was covered with your arousal. 

“Hm?” The faux noise of confusion aggravated you to no return. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He shot you a cocky smile, before kissing up your stomach.

V — VOLUME

He’s not very loud, mostly quiet grunts and the occasional murmur against your skin. He’d much rather hear you—he loves it when you cry out for him, and tell him how good he feels against you.

Your nails dug into his shoulders as he plowed into you—you could feel the vibrations of his breathless groans and choked grunts. With a particularly hard thrust, your pussy walls shuddered and clenched around him, the lewd cry you let out enough to etch a permanent blush over David’s cheeks.

W — WILD CARD

Roleplay wouldn’t even be something he thinks of doing but if you brought it up, he’d find it so incredibly hot if he pretended he was arresting you before bending you over a table and fucking you senseless.

“You gonna punish me, detective?” you asked with a coy smile, hand trailing down his chest, toying with the buckles of his belt.

David blinked at you—trying his best not to break character. With firm hands, he yanked your fingers away from his belt and twisted your arm around over your back, crowding you against the table. “You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and may be used against you in a court of law.” 

It took all it had in him not to laugh when you let out an aroused moan. 

X — X-RAY

Size really doesn’t matter because he knows how to pleasure you regardless, but he’s definitely quite girthy. The first few times he had sex with you, he’d take it slow because he really didn’t want to hurt you and he was stretching you out so good.

“You’re so big,” you whispered as he carefully eased you onto his cock, hands gripping your hips tight. “Was worried you wouldn’t fit when we first had sex.”

David let out something akin to a hiss and a groan, his forehead leaning against yours. 

Y — YEARNING

David’s sex drive isn’t all that high. It was mentioned before that you could work him up most of the time if you wanted to but unprompted, David would be just fine with having sex around once a week, especially since the two of you are so busy with work and quite tired when off it.

“We haven’t had sex in a while,” he whispered as he clambered into bed.

You muffled a yawn behind a fist. “Do you want to now?”

David rubbed at the corner of his eye, also fighting back a yawn. “I’m exhausted.”

“Me too.” The two of you laid down beneath the comforter, curling into your favorite positions like magnets snapping together. “In the morning, then?”

“Sounds good to me,” he replied, planting a chaste kiss on your shoulder and watching your eyelids slide shut.

Z — ZZZ

Sleep is hard to come by for David, so he’s usually up for a while after sex. Just holding you, listening to you breathe, his nose pressed against your shoulder. He likes watching you sleep—not in a weird, creepy way, obviously, but he just likes how peaceful and restful you look. He finds that he sleeps much better with you around. Still doesn’t get enough hours, but it’s much more restful compared to his nights without you.

You collapsed into the mattress face-first with a satisfied noise, which was muffled into your pillow. Sweat glistened on both of your bodies, but neither of you had the energy to go wash up before bed. David’s eyes darted down to your legs, suppressing a grin when he saw his spend smeared between your thighs. 

“You’re too good, David,” you muttered, having turned your face away from the pillow, shooting him a lazy, blissed-out smile. 

Funny, he thought you were too good for him. His arms curled around you. “G’night, hon.”

“Night, David.”

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[mochie85]

The Chase

These Wicked Games Collection | Complete Masterlist

Summary: You and Loki continue the poker game from earlier in the night. A/N: This is a sequel to my Poker Face fic. You don't have to read that first. But I would greatly appreciate it if you do 🥰. I'm thinking this is going to be part of a collection. This won't be the last time you see this Loki and Reader. This is also my submission for @the-slumberparty Week 2 Challenge: Blast From The Past. Word Count: Over 2.5K Pairing: Loki x Female Reader Warnings: Smut; handcuffs, praise kink, hunter/prey dynamic, bondage, spreader bar- ya, you read that right. Fluff ending.

Loki’s smoldering eyes never left yours as his fingers continued to unbutton his shirt. You deftly shuffled the deck of cards, watching him strip bare in front of you. “A Las Vegas past, you say? I wonder how many other tricks you have up your sleeve, darling.”

You smirked, unable to come up with a witty retort. He had taken off his shirt and was working on the buttons of his trousers. Your eyes roamed his smooth skin. The contours of his muscles made you want to trace each and every line with your tongue.

He quickly unzipped his dress pants and let them pool down to the floor. He stepped out of them and hummed as he spotted you licking your lips at his half-erect cock, growing by the second. “Are you sure you won’t get distracted, darling? You know, we could forego all the formalities and just have our own game instead,” he tempted, coming closer to you. His naked body glistened in the light of the fireplace. And somehow that just made his voice sound deeper, richer, more perilous.

“But where’s the fun in that? Where’s the chase, Mischief?” you smoldered as you walked further away from him. You weren’t going to let him win. You were too proud, too stubborn, to let him get the upper hand.

“Oh, you’d like me to chase you. Is that right?” he provoked, standing proudly as his eyes stalked you moving further into his room, but still maintaining your distance.

Unbeknownst to you, you were already playing a game with the god of mischief. A game that he started earlier that night when he lost his hand to you. You had played right into his trap.

He knew you would win. He didn’t cheat. Although, he could have. It was all too easy after the first round where Barnes and Rogers taught him how to play.

When the rest of the group came, that’s when Loki learned that it was about deception. When Natasha suggested a provocative game of strip poker, he finalized the plans in his head of how he could get you alone.

Loki noticed how everyone was losing an article of clothing besides himself- and of course, you.

You were shrewd. Your canny ability to read everyone’s body language and the ability to mask your own made you so irresistible. So mysterious and intriguing. He wondered how he could break your poker face and finally get past that shield you seem to have put up.

“I have a wager for you,” Loki said in his deep husky voice.

“You’re already naked, Loki. I don’t think there’s anything else I want,” you said cooly, goading him along.

“Are you certain? There’s nothing else I can offer you?” he spoke so sharply you could hear the crinkle of his smile. “At least let me win back some article of clothing,” Loki added.

You expressly ran your stare down his sculpted body. From his strong shoulders down to his veinous arms that were holding onto his sharp hips. You purposely kept your stare on his evident arousal before looking directly into his eyes and grinning.

Confident that you wouldn’t lose, you agreed. “All right. For every hand you win, you can put on an article of clothing,” you stated. Loki smiled. “But what do I get if I win?” you asked.

“For every hand you win, you get a one-second head start before I catch you.” Loki teased. “And trust me, darling, I will catch you,” he said taking one step forward causing you to back away further and deeper into his room. You stood behind his desk, pushing his chair aside as you secured the table between you.

“This won’t stop me, dearest. You can put as many obstacles in my way as you want, but I would still seize my prize.”

Is that a promise? You wanted to ask. “Ok. Let’s make it simple. The game: Blackjack. Are you familiar?” you diverted and resisted the urge to smile. Loki nodded his head. “Wonderful. I’ll deal.”

“Excellent,” he agreed, and you dealt the cards out between you.

In the first two games, you won with 18 and 20, respectively. Loki wanted to see how you would play this out. You had kept your poker face on the entire time, not once giving him an inclination to your thought’s inner workings.

He adapted and analyzed you quickly. After winning a total of five seconds, you felt a sense of confidence and misplaced pride. Loki, standing proudly naked, decided to be riskier with his hits.

You drew the cards and Loki won with 19 to your 17. “All right, Laufeyson. One article of clothing,” you stated, expecting him to put his underwear back on. All Loki did was fold his arms and grin widely.

You felt a heavy weight pull on your left wrist that wasn’t there before. You felt the soft fur lining before you saw that Loki had conjured thin leather cuffs for you.

“Loki? What the hell is this?” holding your hand up for him to see.

“I’m just staking my gains, dear. You said I can add an article of clothing for every hand I win. You didn’t clarify what type of adornment I could add,” he smirked. “And on whom.”

You narrowed your eyes and seethed. “You sly little-”

“Would you expect anything else from me, my dear? Come on, darling. You have your five-second head start. Why don’t you try winning the cuffs off then?”

“All right. Bet.” You shuffled the deck and dealt each of you two cards. Loki won the hand when you busted at 23. Another cuff materialized on your right wrist.

“Are you cheating?” you accused him.

“No. Never with you, my dear. Winning you any other way would taint the joy of having you scream out my name.” He leaned down onto his desk and looked you in your eyes. “When I catch you, darling, I want you to remember that I won fair and square.” The devilish grin he gave you made you swallow. And now you weren’t sure whether you wanted to win or lose.

“Let fate decide,” he answered as if he could read your mind. “Play.”

You dealt out another set of cards. You lost the hand when he hit 20, and you busted at 22. You felt a weight attach itself to your left ankle. Looking down, you saw a cuff that matched the other two on your wrist.

You’re breathing got heavy. Your bravado shattered instantly. “Last game,” you tried to say nonchalantly.

“If you’d like,” Loki granted. “Although, I did want to see how tantalizing your neck would’ve looked adorned with a matching collar.”

You dealt the cards and received two kings. A small glimmer of hope swelled in your chest.

Loki had a Queen of Clubs. “How ironic,” he stated as he turned his other card around revealing an Ace of Spades. 21.

The look on your face fell as you realized that he had won his hand. A new weight was added to your right ankle. The now familiar fur lining rubbing against your skin.

“I suggest you start running, pet,” Loki said so sweetly. You looked up into his greedy eyes and tried to gather your thoughts together. “Five,” he started to count down.

“Four.” At this, you threw the cards onto the desk and ran towards his door, squealing when you passed him.

“Three.” The weight of the cuffs was evident, but not so much that it hindered your speed.

“Two.” Your hands reached for his doorknob, turning it over quickly and opening the door.

“One,” Loki growled in your ear. His hand was on his door, slamming it closed as he pinned you against it. You turned to face him, and he trapped you in between his arms, holding the door closed.

All at once he was everywhere around you, invading all your senses. You could see the craving in his eyes. You could smell the fine hint of his aftershave. You could feel the heat all around you as he caged you in between his arms and body. You could hear nothing but your heartbeat throbbing in time with his breathing.

He leaned down. His bright face was on level with yours. “I don’t think you really tried, pet. Did you want to get caught?”

“You cheat-”

“Ah, ah, ah.” He interrupted, putting his fingers on your lips. “I did not cheat! But what game are you playing at, my dear? Why did you come into my room? In the middle of the night? Certainly not just to play cards. Or maybe…as I stated before…you wanted to get caught.”

“Loki-”

He kissed you. He brought his mouth to yours and moaned as he finally savored the taste of your lips. He pushed you harder against the door and you could feel his hard length twitching against your body. “Tell me you want this…”

“I…unh…” he ground his pelvis into yours and you felt slick wetness coat your panties.

“Tell me, darling. Tell me that you’ve been fantasizing about this as I have,” he whimpered on your neck.

“I have, Loki,” you sighed as he thrust his hips against you again. He growled his desire as he picked you up and carried you over to his bed. He laid you down, his weight, a welcome heaviness that makes your breath hitch.

“Do you trust me?” he whispered, kissing you again on your lips.

“It varies from moment to moment,” you said as he bit your lower lip.

“I’ll take it,” he chuckled at your answer. He gathered your wrist and suspended them above your head. The cuffs attached themselves to a chain that Loki seemed to have conjured. “Pull.” And you did as he instructed. The chain was taut, but the fur lining caressed your skin.

 He made his way down your sinful curves followed by the soft kisses of his lips. You hadn’t realized that he removed your clothing already. You lay there, panting heavily as he took in your erotic figure writhing on top of his sheets.

He knelt up at the edge of the bed. His heated touch followed the bows of your calves down to the cuffs adorning your ankles. He took one ankle in each hand and as he separated your legs, a bar had formed in between them, snapping your ankle cuffs in place.

The click of the metal bar echoed throughout his room whispering promises of lurid affairs yet to come.

“You beautiful, courageous creature!” Loki said adoringly. With the bar held in one of his hands, he pushed your knees back towards your head. “How I’m going to love ruining you.” His other hand stroked his hard shaft, placing the weeping tip at your slick entrance.

Slowly, he savored entering your tight walls. Your head was thrown back in pure ecstasy as you felt him strain your pussy.

You tried to clench, tried to close your knees together and indulge in the way he stretched you, but the bar prevented you from closing your legs altogether. As if Loki knew, he gave you a fleeting smile before he lunged himself in, grinding against you when he reached your walls.

He paused only for a moment before he picked up his pace. The erratic moans you cried were drowned out by Loki’s grunts. His hips pounded madly into yours. His hands held onto the bar, using it as leverage against your aching pussy by pushing it down to your chest.

The position left you feeling open and vulnerable. You were left to his whims as he took what he wanted mercilessly. “Unhh…th-that’s it. That’s my girl,” he huffed plunging back into your tightness. “You like being tied up, don’t you sweet thing? Letting me do what I want to your sweet…delectable…mhhmmm…”

His words sent a fire throughout your body. A spark that began in your aching cunt and made you seize up altogether. “L-Loki…I ca…I can’t…fuck…it feels so good.” You felt him push the bar further against your body. Your knees bent to your chest and you came.

You chanted his name as the never-ending wave of pleasure took hold of your body and wouldn’t let go. “Loki. My god…”

He pulled himself out quickly, and with his strength he turned the bar over, causing you to land on your knees. Your face was smothered on the pillow as your peach-shaped cheeks hung in the air. He spanked you, causing you to lose your breath once again.

“Call me your god again and I’ll bless you with the most spiritual enlightenment you’ll ever have.” Loki sank himself inside you. Your cries of ecstasy muffled against his pillows.

The position was different. The angle of his thrust went deeper. You could feel almost every vein. Every torturous pull of his shaft along your tight walls. Your legs were spread, your hands bound to the headboard. You felt like nothing more than a toy to the god who was giving you a glimpse of heaven.

Loki’s breathing got heavier. His thrust got more erratic and you could feel his thighs shake behind yours. You felt his chest against your back as he fell on top of you. He tried holding himself up, losing the fight against your hot slit.

You could hear his pleasure. His rhythmic grunts against your ear. “You’re so good for me.” The torrid whispers and compliments about your body. “Th-that’s it. Take it. Take it like a good girl.” You were close again. “Unnh…faen…Gods you’re amazing!”

At his praise, you shattered into another orgasm. He held your shoulders down, trying to gain more leverage as Loki came inside you. He felt the clutch of your muscles. The velvet of your sex trying to keep him inside you and he couldn’t help but have the widest grin of satisfaction on his face.

He pulled out slowly and watch as his spent dribbled down your thighs. “Loki…” you moved to get up.

“Don’t,” he warned.

“But-”

“I said. Don’t. Move.” You felt him get off the bed. Moments later a warm towel graced your thighs. He moved to cup your heated folds and when he finished, he quickly turned the bar and put you right to your back again.

With the snap of his fingers, both the bar and the cuffs dematerialized. He lifted one ankle and massaged it. He kissed where the cuffs used to be and gently set it down before reaching for your other ankle. He followed with your wrist. Ensuring that they weren’t blistered or cut.

His quiet reverence of your body contested with what he just did to it. “So, you’ve been fantasizing about me?” You asked, breaking the silence between you.

“I have,” he simpered.

“How long?”

“As long as you have.”

“That’s-”

“Shh.” Loki crawled up to you and ran his nose against your cheek while peppering kisses on your skin. You closed your eyes and savored the intimacy he was showing. “Sleep, love. Ask me your questions tomorrow.” He wrapped his blanket around you and nestled into the crook of his shoulder.

“All right,” you whispered, slowly drifting off into slumber. “But don’t think I won’t forget!” you threatened cherubically.

“I look forward to it,” Loki smiled as he watched you fall asleep in his arms.

⬅️Chapter 1: Poker Face | Chapter 3: 20 Questions➡️

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[holdmytesseract]

Catch Me If You Can

Jotun!King!Loki x fem!Æsir!Queen!Reader

Summary: You and Loki play a little 'game' in the forests of Asgard.

Warnings: hide and seek? chasing? handcuffs? thirst, swear words, fluff, spice and very suggestive smut, of course - because it's for LGG ;)

Word Count: 2,2k

a/n: If I remeber correctly, it's @lokisgoodgirl 's birthday today. 😁 Therefore, I wrote a lil' something - and I know that you love this AU, so... Happiest of Birthdays, my wonderful, talented, beautiful friend! I love you! 🥰❤️

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The wooden ground beneath your feet rustled and crunched; aching a bit underneath your weight. Your steps were precise. Almost calculated. No twig snapped or cracked - luckily. Every wrong step could give you away. You had to be fast and quiet.

A cakewalk.

You stopped a second to look up in the sky, which was almost impossible. High, thick trees shielded your view. But there was no doubt... It would get dark soon. Time was running out.

Your breath was laboured; left your lips in small clouds of smoke.

It got cold.

You didn't feel the coldness, though. Your body was heated, due to the running and high adrenaline level within your system. Hot blood pumped through your veins.

The sheer inaudible sound of a breaking twig caused your head to snap behind you.

Nothing. Yet.

You quickly found your focus again, adjusted the sword, which was strapped to your back and kept on running; quietly cursing underneath your breath. You had worked hard for this advantage - and now you had squandered it.

He was close. You could tell. You weren't stupid. And if you'd make one wrong step now or stop, you were sure that he'd catch you. Something you couldn't allow to happen.

As you were running, your brain worked hard to choose the right path - which wasn't easy. The forest was huge - and yet he had 'found' you that quick. As if you were a wounded animal; leaking blood in the ocean. And he was the shark, smelling the blood. You needed a plan. Right now.

The gears in your head started to turn and when you passed by an all too familiar glade, it fell like scales from your eyes. Of course! Why didn't I think earlier of this!

If you can't outrun him, let him outrun you.

You smirked; quickly making a sharp left turn.

Your eyes scanned your surroundings ahead and when you spotted the huge fir, which had been split by lightning, you smiled.

Exactly where I wanted to lure him.

You looked behind you for a moment; swearing that you saw something blue flash between the trees.

Got you.

It was quiet. Too quiet.

Intentionally, you slowed your tempo; let him get closer - until you could practically feel his presence behind you.

You stopped at an old oak - exactly the one you had to stop; pretending to catch your breath. But your eyes kept on roaming the area around you. There was nothing. No one to be seen.

And then everything happened fast.

He literally came out of nowhere, big, blue, veiny hands winding themselves around your waist like a tendril, before bulging muscles tore you (gently) to the cold, moist mossy ground. You knew it was going to happen, but nevertheless you didn’t see it coming.

"Got you, my queen."

You shook your head; giggling. It wasn't quite easy to tame yourself at the sight of your husband looking so dashing in the slowly sinking sun - but somehow, you managed.

A dark velvet voice purred from above you.

Loki was hovering over your laying body. His hands pinned your wrists to the ground; holding them in a firm but not painful grip. Your legs were secured between his knees; powered by the warrior's strong legs. The leather of his loincloth strained against the king's thick thighs.

His abs clenched with every sharp breath he took; hot breath fanning against your face.

"You wish, my king. What do you dream about at night?"

"Mhh," you purred.

A deep chuckle rumbled through Loki's chest; a few strands of curly raven hair falling into his face. "Mostly you, darling... And the sinful sounds leaving those pretty lips whenever I worship the holy temple your body is."

You had to swallow hard, in order to not squirm or squeak up at his words. His charming, tempting words never failed to affect you - and you had a hard time trying to not let it show right now.

Now wasn't the right time to give in to his seductive words. Loki could be a mischievous scamp - and you knew exactly that he would use his silver-tongue to trick you into losing. But not today. Time to beat him at his own game.

You bit your lip and stared directly into his beautiful ruby eyes. "Tempting. As always..." You pulled him into a passionate kiss; lips moving against his, teeth clashing.

You kept on biting, nibbling and sucking on his lips, when you started to move. With your hands firmly tangled around his neck, you managed to stand up; forcing your husband to get on his feet as well. Loki's palms glided over your back to settle on your ass; squeezing the supple flesh and yanking your hips into his. You couldn't help the small moan which slipped past your opened lips; feeling Loki latch on your pulse point.

The Jotun king's eyes fluttered shut. A moan threatened to leave his throat, but you swallowed it whole by even depending the kiss.

Once Loki was completely lost in the little make out session, you acknowledged that the time had come for you to turn the tables.

Focus, Y/N, focus.

You brought his mouth back on yours, before you started to back him up. Only a few more steps...

"...but your silver-tongue won't save you this time, my king. You won't win this game."

Right after your words had left your lips - and Loki confused, he stepped inside the trap you had build decades ago. A rope slung itself around his ankles and brought the hunky warrior to his knees, before pulling him off the ground. The trap was reckless; didn't show any mercy and caused Loki to end up hanging upside down on a tree, above the ground; dangling helplessly back and forth.

While Loki yelped up in surprise, you just giggled and stepped closer. "Told you so, my love." You tapped the space between his strong pecs with your hand; feeling the dark, fine hair which grew there tickling your palm. Loki was way too stunned to answer something in that moment. He just stared at you, then at your hand and back.

"Tag, you're it!" You giggled with a wink and turned on your heels to run away.

All you heard was a loud groan of your husband, followed by his voice calling out to you. "Little minx! Just you wait until I have freed myself!"

It took Loki longer than you expected to free himself from the little trap you had lured him into. It gave you just enough time to complete the plan you had forged inside your head to walk victorious out of that little playful game of tag and hide and seek.

And now that the tables had turned, time was on your side. Not much longer and the sun would be replaced by the moon; announcing your victory.

Checking your surroundings one last time, you started to climb a big, high oak and settled on a strong branch; leaning against the stem. This tree was perfect to hide yourself in. Thick with leafs to keep you shielded from Loki's view but not thick enough to keep him shielded from your view. You smiled to yourself. The victory is mine.

Time passed - and was running out for Loki. While he made use of all his hunting and tracking abilities, you were literally enjoying yourself up in the tree; watching a few wild animals and listened to the bird's songs.

You had gained enough distance and left the perfect amount of clues for your husband to find you just when the sun was about to set.

He may be the best hunter and warrior of Jotunheim - but Asgard is my playground, you thought to yourself with a smirk, as you watched him approach you through your binocular.

You watched your husband's head snap into your direction; fierce ruby eyes scanning the area. He froze in all his movements for a moment; just listening and observing, before he started to walk straight towards the tree you were hiding in.

You prepared yourself for the final step of your plan; getting into position and loosening the rope attached to your belt.

When Loki was in earshot, you reached above yourself and broke a twig into two, gaining his attention. After all, you needed to make sure that he was walking past this oak.

He took the bait.

Smirking, you climbed into position and directed your gaze beneath you. The king had learned to move quietly as well, but nevertheless you could hear his heavy boots crushing the small twigs and leafs underneath their weight. After all, he was taller, stronger and bulkier than you.

His steps got closer and closer, until he was right underneath the branch you were sitting on - and that was your sign.

You jumped - and landed directly on your husband.

The force of your jump swept the Jotun king off his feet, causing him to land on his butt with a yelp for the second time today. Loki didn't hurt himself, but was way too shocked at what just happened to react. When his brain finally caught up, you had already tied the rope you carried with you around his wrists. Makeshift cuffs.

"Got you, my king," you said with a smile; copying his words. "Again, might I add." You winked at Loki; standing up.

The king sighed and shook his head. "What a tragedy... The best warrior of Jotunheim, defeated by a woman... But your victory is highly deserved. You always had the upper hand."

Loki stayed quite for a moment, before he gazed up at you and gave you a smouldering look, accompanied by a sly smirk. "I came here to win, but..." He inhaled deeply; licking his lips. "Losing to you, my darling wife is so much more fun..." He wiggled his eyebrows and lifted his cuffed hands.

He really likes this.

You giggled and bit your lip. "Uhh, does the powerful king of Jotunheim likes being cuffed?" A dark, sexy chuckle left Loki's lips, which almost caused your knees to buckle. "If it's by his queen, then yes." An idea formed suddenly in your mind at his words. You smiled.

"Be careful what you wish for, husband," you leaned down to whisper into Loki's ears. It sent a shiver down his spine. You could tell.

You reached for the loose end of the rope and tucked at it. "Stand up, prisoner. Time to bring you back where you belong to." You winked at your husband; telling him subtly to play along, if he wished to - and he did. Following your orders, he stood up. "Yes, my queen."

You led him through the Asgardian woods then, back to the palace. It was pitch-dark when you reached the majestic building. Without further ado, you brought him not to the dungeons, of course, but to your chambers...

As soon as the thick, wooden door fell shut behind you and him, your lips were on his; kissing Loki passionately. With one hand still wrapped tightly around the loose end of the rope and the other resting on the strong muscle of his right pectoral, you pushed him backwards; navigating your husband where you wanted him to be - on the bed. Loki let you, of course; was way too lost in the kiss - until the back of his knees hit the edge of the bed, causing him to fall back.

Ruby eyes stared up to you as he chuckled. "I see I am back where I belong..." Loki mirrored your words and climbed further onto the soft mattress; smiling smugly. "I like that. Do I get a reward now for all the efforts and exertions I had to endure on this little... chase?"

"A reward?" You asked; rounding the bed.

"Oh yes."

"Hmm..." You hummed in a thinking manner; climbing on the bed, too. "You'd love that, wouldn't you?" The question had barely left your lips as your hand landed on his muscular thigh. Loki's eyes snapped to where your palm met his flesh. He grinned.

"Can't you tell, my queen?"

Loki's breath hitched; hips involuntarily bucking.

You knew, of course, exactly what he meant. The tight leather loincloth around his hips didn't leave much... space after all.

"Oh, I can tell, prisoner. It's quite obvious, but..." You let your hand glide upwards; ghosting shortly over the obvious evidence.

"I'd like to hear you say it," you purred.

You smiled; pushed him back on his back. "And what would you like as a reward?" "Untie my hands and I'll show you." Loki winked.

Loki took a deep breath; smirking. "Mhhh, a woman who knows what she wants... I like that, too." He adjusted himself on the bed; tried to seductively lay on his side - which wasn't easy being handcuffed.

"May I receive an reward for my fearless bravery?"

Biting your lip, you climbed on top of Loki; settling on his lap - which caused an almost obscene groan to leave his lips.

"No."

Your answer was short and strict and before Loki could blink or even react, he found himself cuffed to the big, comfortable bed; wrists strapped to the bedpost.

"You see, prisoner... I won this little game. Fair and square. So, this..." You gestured towards him, then placed your pointer finger on the skin between his pecs; slowly running it down his chest and abs. "This is my reward. Tonight, I am in control."

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[oliwrites]

Emerald Green

pairing: loki x f!reader

genre: smut and lil bit of fluff

summary: you are getting ready for your girls night with wanda and natasha, whenever you realize that you forgot your shoes in your bedroom that you share with loki…

warnings: CONTAINS SMUT 18+ (minors and pearl clutchers, fuck off), dom/sub dynamics, reader being a lil brat, slight knife play, bdsm (blindfolds and handcuffs), wax play, spanking, occasional softdom!loki, aftercare during??

A/N: my neighbors have been setting fireworks off for hours and it’s annoying and loud as hell and i want to strangle someone

word count: 2.6k

You sat in front of your mirror in Natasha’s en-suite bathroom, toying with the strap of your emerald green cocktail dress. You scanned yourself in the mirror, admiring how the velvet material easily wrapped around the curve of your hips and chest, complimenting the dip of your waist. You smiled at yourself in the mirror, adoring the look of the dress as it was practically plastered to your body, You gazed down toward the end of the dress, the ending being at the middle of your supple thighs. The velvet material ended and the nylon material of your sheer, black tights ran down the expanse of your legs, making your legs look longer. Your ring clad fingers smoothed out the slight wrinkles in your dress. You wore gold rings, simple yet cute, to accompany the golden necklace that was adorned by a single emerald, which laid delicately in between your clavicles.

“Damn, I look good,” You said to yourself, slightly turning your head to look at the bun you put up in your hair. You let loose a few strands, wanting to achieve a ‘seductive lazy’ type of hairstyle, which you feel you captured quite well.

“Damn, I might have to steal you from Loki, especially if you dress like that,” Natasha smirked, slapping your ass playfully. You jumped at the sudden action, but smiled at her reflection in the mirror behind you. Natasha laughed as she grabbed a pair of earrings she had sitting on the sink just in front of you.

“Is that a threat or a promise, Romanoff?” You smirked back, not able to contain the smile on your face.

“It can be both,” Natasha laughed, wiggling her eyebrows at you through the mirror, “I’m gonna get my shoes and we can head out, okay?” Natasha chirped, stepping out of the bathroom.

“Oh shit! I forgot my shoes in my room, I’m gonna go get those and I’ll be back. Just wait for me in the commons, okay?” You exclaimed rushing out of her bathroom and to the door of her room.

“Sounds good, just don’t take too long with Loki,” Natasha said with a wink. You rolled your eyes at her suggestive comment, and slipped out of her room.

You padded your nylon covered feet down the compound hallway, approaching yours and Loki’s shared bedroom.

You opened the door to see your lover sitting on your guys’ shared bed, reading what appears to be an aged book. He had a pair of black sweatpants hanging low on his hips, showing off the chiseled ‘v’ that trailed down to his crotch, his shirt was long discarded leaving him in just the sweatpants. You smiled and walked in, closing the door behind you.

“Hello, my l— what are you wearing?” Loki started, but was surprised to see you dressed up so… appealingly.

“This?” You asked, causing the Nordic God to nod, “this is just a dress me and Nat picked up today when we went out. I wanted to wear it to the club tonight with Wanda and Nat,” you explained, smiling when you noticed Loki’s hungry eyes scan over your body as he slightly licked his lips. You began walking over to where your matching emerald green heels laid neatly on the ground. You bent over and strapped the heels onto your feet before standing back up and brushing away any new wrinkles before turning to face your lover.

“Well? How do I look?” You asked, stretching your arms out to your side, doing Loki’s signature pose.

“You look ravishing, darling,” Loki purred, closing the book on his lap and placing it gracefully on the nightstand next to the bed and standing up, “However, I will not allow you to go out dressed like that,” Loki continued, his eyes once again raking over your body.

“Really, Loki? I literally got this dress for tonight! I’m supposed to match with Nat and Wanda!” You exclaimed, flailing your arms around, hoping that they will help make your point.

“I’m so sorry to hear that, love, but I will not allow you to wear something so revealing. Your body is for my eyes only,” Loki replied with faux sympathy, stepping closer and closer towards you.

“Oh yeah? What are you going to do if I don’t change?” You taunted. You knew you were fueling the fire, however, you found yourself not caring about that at this moment. The look he gave you was pure sin and almost instantly soaked your lace panties.

“Do you truly wish to find out?” Loki whispered into your ear, his warm breath fanning across your cheek, causing a blush to arise across your face. All you could do was nod, truly wanting whatever he had in store for you.

Before you could blink, you felt a cold metal slicing the dress clean off your back, leaving you in just your tights and underwear (the dress not needing a bra). You gasped as the dagger Loki has summoned traced your clavicle with such delicacy. Words could not explain how aroused you are at this moment.

“Do you still wish to test me?” Loki spoke with lust covering his words like honey.

“I had a feeling you would do that, so I bought another one,” You bluffed, turning away from him and began to walk away, trying your best to hide your arousal.

“Try again,” Loki tsked into your ear as the dagger in his hand now rested softly on your throat as his other arm wrapped firmly around your waist.

“No. Bite me.” You snapped back, and before you could take that back you heard Loki laugh sadistically behind you.

“If you insist,” Loki hummed, biting down on the apex of your shoulder and your neck. Sucking and nipping at the skin harshly. You couldn’t help but let out a weep of pleasure as he attacked your neck and shoulder. You were so lost in the painful pleasure of Loki biting your neck that you didn’t realize his hand dipped below the nylon of your tights and the cotton of your panties.

“Fuck—” you moaned out as Loki began circling your clit with slow fingers. Your knees buckled, which would’ve dragged you to the floor if Loki had not been there to catch you. You reached your hand around to the back of Loki’s head, pulling on his soft locks, telling him that you wanted more. You couldn’t help but shiver at the feeling of him growling against your abused skin.

“Don’t be a greedy slut,” Loki demanded into your neck, placing a firm slap to your sex, causing you to let out a yelp.

“I’m sorry…” you whimpered out before he continued his attack on your neck and cunt. Loki slipped two fingers into you with ease as he began pumping his fingers in and out of you hastily. You shrieked out his name, clawing your nails into the skin of his forearm that held you up against him.

“You mewl so beautifully, my love,” Loki whispered into your ear before biting on your earlobe as he quickened the pace of his fingers. You scream out once again, feeling your orgasm bubbling up in the pit of your stomach.

“Loki, I—” Your warning was cut off by another moan as two of his free fingers pinched your bundle of nerves.

“Don’t you dare fucking cum,” Loki demanded in your ear, keeping the breakneck pace of his fingers. Apparently, that demand was all that it took to release all over him and your panties and tights with a scream of his name.

Loki ripped his hand away from your sensitive cunt. You wouldn’t help the whine that fell from your lips at the loss of contact. You stared at Loki as he let go of your waist and walked towards the foot of the bed, sitting down and staring right back at you with those emerald green eyes, which now looked almost black and clouded with lust.

“Come here,” he commanded simply, patting his lap. You began to walk towards him before he stopped you, “Take off your tights and panties first,” Loki added on. You obeyed, not wanting to fuel the fire anymore. You slowly shuffled the tights down your legs and the panties followed soon after. He nodded and you continued toward him.

Clearly, you approached him too slowly and he ended up just yanking you towards him and laid you down across his lap. You couldn’t help but gulp at the realization that he was going to spank you.

“Now,” Loki began, gently rubbing his large hand over your ass, causing you to shiver, “I am going to spank you, and everytime you are going to thank me for it, understand?” Loki explained, you could only nod. “Words, pet. I’m not going to begin until I have your verbal consent,” Loki said, his usual softness coming back for a brief moment.

“Yes, Loki. I understand,” You confirmed, looking up at your lover. He smiled and gave you a quick, yet soft, kiss.

Smack!

You yelped and jumped on his lap at the unexpected contact against your ass, “Thank you!” You screeched out gripping onto his clothed thighs for support.

Smack!

“T-Thank you!” You stuttered, a tear already forming in your eyes.

He continued his brutal attack, each slap getting more and more painful, however you continued to thank him for it, you enjoyed his harsh treatment and he knew you did. He knew those mascara stained tears that ran down your flushed cheeks were tears of pleasure, and he would happily give you the painful pleasure that you want, that you deserve.

“Look at you, so soaked for me, even after I bruised your ass, such a dirty girl,” Loki purred as he ran his fingers up your soaked folds, gathering your slickness between his fingers, “suck” he demanded as he brought his coated fingers up to your mouth. You complied, sucking his fingers clean.

Loki simply massaged your bruising ass with his other hand as you cleaned off his fingers. The pain of the contact caused you to flench.

“Loki..” You mewled, wanting more, wanting him, but you also knew you needed a slight break. He chuckled.

“I know, my love, I’m getting there,” He responded, sitting you up on his lap. He wiped the tears away from your cheeks and brushed the loose strands away from your face, “I love you, my darling girl, you are doing so good for me,” Loki spoke softly, kissing your lips softly.

When he pulled away you laid your head onto his naked shoulder and buried yourself into the crook of his neck. He magicked up a glass of water, “my life,” he acknowledged you, causing you to look up at him, “drink, please, you’ll need it,” Loki pleaded, guiding the glass toward you. You opened your mouth and let Loki pour the cold water down your throat.

“Thank you,” You said after finishing the glass of water. Loki smiled and kissed you once more before turning you around and laying you on your back. Your back met the plush covers of the bed and almost immediately sunk into the warm embrace around you.

“Are you ready?” Loki asked sweetly, caressing your face.

“Yes, Loki, do as you wish,” You nodded, tracing the ripples of muscle on the expanse of his torso with your nails.

“Always so eager to please me, like a bitch in heat,” He chuckled, every ounce of softness leaving his voice.

“Of course,” You replied, trying to fight the urge to rock yourself against his erection that strained against the material of his sweatpants

“So you wouldn’t mind being blindfolded and bound, hm? It is what would please me,” he sneered, magicking a black blindfold and a set of handcuffs.

“If it is what you pleasure, then yes,” You replied, looking up at him with pure lust. He smiled maliciously at you, and before you knew it, your vision was cutoff, and so was the ability to move your arms freely.

You expected him to do something immediately, but he didn’t. He just sat there and admired you beneath him. Blindfolded, binded, and covered in his marks. It drove him mad with lust, but he wasn’t exactly ready to fuck you just yet.

“Loki?—” you asked before being cut off by the feeling of something burning your skin. It wasn’t a sharp pain, just a dull and arousing pain. Then you realized, he was pouring candle wax on you.

Droplets of the hot wax trailed up from your navel up to your heaving breasts. Your back arched at the pain as the hot wax neared your nipples.

“Perhaps I should send you out like this,” Loki started, “covered in candle wax, blindfolded, cuffed, and absolutely aching for my cock,” Loki snarled as he gyrated his clothed hips into your needing cunt, causing you to cry out.

“Please, Loki! I need you!” You begged struggling against the handcuffs. You heard him chuckle, but you failed to see what he was doing, before you could start begging again, he slammed himself into you, “Fuck! Loki! Thank you!” You screamed out.

“Norns… you’re so… tight…” Loki hissed as he started on a rough pace against you.

Loki continued to moan out your name as he continued to pound into you. You began struggling against the bonds once more as you just wanted to touch him, to rake your nails down his back.

Loki began circling your clit with his fingers as he began to edge you to your orgasm, he felt the clench around him, but he continued on his pace.

“Loki!” You screamed out, trying to form a warning, but all that came out was his name. He bent down and kissed your lips, silently giving you permission to cum. His cock hit that one spot deep inside you, causing you to release all over him and his abdomen.

Loki followed through with his orgasm not long after, pumping himself deep inside of you. He stilled for a few moments before pulling out of you.

“Are you okay?” Loki asked as the bonds and blindfold disappeared before your eyes, “was the wax too much? I’m sorry,” Loki began to worry, as that was something he had never done before and probably should’ve confirmed it with you first.

“Loki, I’m perfect, the hot wax actually aroused me even more. Don’t worry, my love,” You smiled, leaning up to him and pecking his lips.

He graciously accepted your kiss and kissed you back with more passion for the woman he fell so desperately in love with.

The moment was broken when you heard your phone ding.

“One second,” You sighed and patted Loki’s pectoral, signaling him to move so you could get your phone. He listened, allowing you up.

You picked up your phone and scanned the text you received on your screen.

natasha‼️

“considering you didn’t come back and that i heard you guys that you won’t be coming to the club with us anymore so have fun with your horndog of a boyfriend😉”

You gasped and turned back to your boyfriend. Now remembering that you had your girls night tonight, and Loki had just now fucked you right out of it.

“Loki you asshole!”

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Hi can you write like a small one-shot where thor sneaks the reader into Asgard to surprise loki for Christmas and because she needs to tell him that shes pregnant

.⋆｡The Things He Left Behind｡⋆.

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Pregnancy announcements can be terrifying even for regular people but with your baby daddy being a Frost Giant, god, a criminal and someone who has pretty much implied he doesn’t want kids, you have a long uphill battle. Oh, and it’s Christmas

Warnings: pregnancy, fear of rejection, fluff, brief mentions of morning sickness and nausea, implied smut, tiny bit of angst

WC: 2.7k

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Being pregnant was an interesting phenomenon; a person was growing inside of you, someone who would grow up to be their own adult. You knew logically that at only a couple months along, the baby was simply a clump of cells that would eventually mature into something new. But already, you were so attached to the life that could be.

Normally, something so monumental as being pregnant with a child born from love between life partners would be celebrated, but your heart was filled with dread and fear. The relationship you had was rocky at best, not in terms of love, there was plenty of that, but because he was a criminal and a dangerous one at that.

It was a punishment for his crimes. He was to be kept on Earth, stuck with the men and women he had attempted to rule. You met him by chance, accidentally bumping into the striking god as you were rushing to attend a meeting on behalf of your boss. As you fell to the floor, you caught his eyes and something shifted within you as it did within him.

Your love had been secret, growing in the darkness of the dead of night, in shadowy corridors and empty rooms. Your soul ached for him as if he held a piece of you in his cold hands, never to be returned. You were his just as much as he was yours and for a time, that was enough. 

But as the months carried on, the looming threat of his inevitable departure became monstrous. There was no changing his fate, he would have to leave and you both knew that your pleas and your begging for him to stay would fall on deaf ears. So on his last night with you, he slipped from the not-so-watchful eyes of Earth’s greatest heroes and stole you away.

He took you to Paris, lavishing you with gifts that you still held sacred to this day. He worshipped you with everything he had, taking you apart over and over again until the cold light of day washed over your naked bodies and he was forced to leave your bed in handcuffs.

But jewels and books were not the only things he left you. 

The exhaustion came first, then the extreme tenderness of your breasts, and lastly, the dreaded morning sickness. Your boss, Maria Hill, was the first to broach the issue with you after you had fallen asleep at your desk one too many times. She shoved the box of tests into your hand, telling you it was ok and that she knew but didn’t judge. 

Now, as the first snow of the year began to fall and your stomach was beginning to round out, you approached the one man who could help you. “Thor?” His eyes met yours from over the back of the huge leather sofa. A pop-tart crumb hung on the corner of his lips which fell off as soon as he smiled when he saw you. 

“Ah! My brother’s love! How are you on this fine day?” You chuckled humorlessly and decided to indulge the god for a bit before asking him a favour which might get him into some serious trouble.

“I’m doing ok, looking forward to Christmas.” You nervously shuffled on your feet, the modest kitten heels you had been forced to wear because of your aching feet, clicking against the dark hardwood flooring. Even with his deep confusion regarding human behaviour, Thor could see how anxious you were.

He shifted forward and rose from the couch then turned to you. “There is something amiss, what is it?”

“You need to get me to Asgard. I have to see Loki.” He froze as a bewildered look came over his face. 

“I cannot do that my lady. Even I am not allowed to visit my brother and he is, well he is my little brother. Odin has ordered him to be isolated from everyone as his-“

“I’m pregnant!” You blurted out, interrupting the god. “I’m pregnant with Loki’s baby.” Thor’s body physically seized as the weight of your words hit him. His blue eyes went wide with shock, and if you weren’t mistaken, maybe a little bit of excitement. 

Tentatively, he inched closer to you. Like a puppy, he was vibrating with nerves. “Really!” Unable to help yourself, you smiled at your friend.

“Really really.” Your hand came to rest on the soft fat above your womb. “But Thor, Loki needs to know. And I need help, I don’t know how a human body will handle growing a half-Frost Giant demigod.” 

“Yes.” He agreed. “Yes! We must bring you back home and then we can fix all of this.” Thor looked frazzled as he righted himself in front of you. “Mother will have some idea of what to do and I’m sure she will be able to sneak you into the prison.” Before you could realise what was happening, Thor had swept you into his muscular arms and was running through the compound.

“Thor! We can’t go now! I need to get my things!” You bounced with every step he took and you clung to his shirt. 

Thor shook his head. “I can bring you new things, we must get you home.” The winter air hit you like a slap in the face as the god bounded outside, not even flinching at the drastic change in temperature. “Just hold tight my friend, you will be with your beloved soon enough!”

——————

Asgard was completely overwhelming and as you walked through the golden streets, arm linked with Thor’s, you finally understood why Loki spoke so ill of the place. Each and every person you passed carried an air of smug superiority about them, even as they bent in a shallow bow or curtsy to their prince. They were gods, perfect beings who had conquered worlds and existed for thousands of years in peace.

The huge palace drew closer and your hold tightened around Thor. You had the distinct urge to hold your belly for comfort, to know that part of Loki was still with you, but you were scared of the judgemental gazes of the beautiful people around you. “We are almost there my friend. I will take you straight to the Allmother.”

He patted your hand kindly. “Everyone here is scarily beautiful.” You mutter under your breath but evidently he heard you.

“Then you will fit right in.” He murmured back as you stepped over the threshold to his childhood home. The ornate walls towered over you both, sealing you into a place you should have never been. The gold is almost blinding, coating pretty much every surface as far as the eye could see.

You cringed at the loudness of your small heels against the floor, the sound echoing through the great halls like a drum. Your fingers curled into Thor’s warm skin. He glanced down at you but your eyes were fixed straight ahead, oblivious to his gaze. He just started walking faster, unable to find the words to comfort you.

The smell of lilies invaded your senses, turning your stomach. Your nausea had settled after your first trimester ended but apparently the baby just didn’t like flowers. The smell steadily became stronger, as did the urge to throw up but by the time you reached a set of dark oak doors, your nerves were far more overpowering.

Before Thor could even raise his fist to knock, the doors swung inwards, revealing a bright but homey room absolutely bursting with colour. An older woman stood in the entryway, dressed simply in a flowing green dress, her dark blonde hair braided back simply. Her eyes lit up with a knowing light. “My Thor.” She cooed, easily accepting a crushing hug from the god before she turned to you. 

“I have been waiting to meet you for a very long time my dear.” She said plainly and suddenly all your nerves were gone. Your grimace floated into a smile as her arms wrapped around you in a hug so loving it made your chest burn with affection. 

Unable to stop yourself, you nuzzle into her safe embrace, your whole body relaxing. She laid a kiss to your temple before pulling away but her hands remained firmly on your shoulders. “Loki has told me all about you, he will be happy to see you.”

Anxiety returned like a tidal wave, washing away the warm feeling your almost mother-in-law gave you. Your smile dimmed while your hands came to rest on your lower stomach. “He might not be as excited when he learns why I’m here.” 

Frigg’s hands move to cup your rounded cheeks, forcing you to meet her eyes. “He loves you and he will love the child. Even if it doesn’t seem that way at first. Now let us make sure you and the little one are fed and healthy and then you can see him.” She took you by your left hand and guided you further into the room as Thor, with a huge smile on his face, left the two of you alone to talk.

——————

Christmas was vastly different on Asgard, you learned quickly. There was no snow, no cold, no carols or quiet nights. It mainly consisted of feasts and celebrations that lasted for days. But what was the same were the gifts. Thousands were exchanged through the festivities and Thor had somehow gotten into his head that you were the gift he was going to give to his estranged brother.

Much to his own and his mother’s amusement, he ripped up a piece of fabric and tied it in a bow around your midsection. “Come now! He will love it!” You just huffed and rolled your eyes but allowed him to continue making small adjustments to the bow. 

Frigg sat on one of the many couches in her chambers, sipping on a now mostly cold cup of tea as she laughed at the pair of you. A large weight had been lifted from the room now that the healer had confirmed the baby was healthy and growing as they should. 

And now, a warmth grew within you. This was what you wanted, a loving family with the man who had so easily snatched up your heart. All of the material things he had left behind were nothing compared to this moment. 

As the sun began to set over the great city, you were bundled up in a thick cloak that disguised you well and led you down to the prison. The guards turned their heads as who they assumed was the queen passed by on her nightly visit to her younger son. They knew it was technically not allowed by the king but it stopped the dark prince from destroying his cell every chance he got, so they just let it happen.

His cage was kept far away from the others, isolated for his crimes, even from those who faced the same harsh punishments. Yet he was given luxuries that none of the others were afforded, Loki assumed it was pity from his adoptive family that drove them to decorate the small room with lavish goods.

From the angle at which you entered his part of the prison, you could clearly see your love without him seeing you. You felt like crying. He was so close, you swore if you reached out just a few inches, you could touch him. 

Loki was sitting on the ground, his back to you, as he stared off into space. His hair, normally clean and beautifully styled, fell in front of his face in unruly raven waves, partially hiding his paler than normal skin. He was barefoot and wearing clothes that should have been changed days ago.

Your heart lurched at the sight of him. In the months you had known him, you had never seen the god so… broken.  And you supposed that’s what he was. He had been tortured and betrayed, cast aside by the only people he had known as his family before being labelled a criminal and thrown away to rot. Tears blurred your vision before you quickly wiped them away with a sniffle.

“I have told you that I do not want to see anyone mother.” He hissed, letting his head fall back against the enchanted glass as he did so.

“I had hoped that you would make an exception for me.” Your voice was weak but just the sound alone caused his whole body to freeze. 

Slowly, almost cautiously, he rose to his feet, turning on his heel to face you. As soon as his eyes met yours, his body visibly fell and his face disappeared behind his hands. “Loki?” A heartbreaking sob ripped from his lungs as he collapsed to his knees.

Panic set your veins alight and with a trembling hand, you used the small magic key Frigg had bestowed upon you to enter the cell. You wasted no time, immediately taking him into your arms for the first time in months.

His face burrowed into the crook of your neck as he wound around you. He shook in your embrace, his tears soaking through your clothes as he cried, holding onto you as tight as you could. You placed kiss after kiss to his head in a vain attempt to sooth him as you succumbed to your own emotions.

“Are you really here?” You tried to answer him through the tears but all you could get out was more of a grunt than a word but you nodded against his hair and squeezed him even tighter. “H-how?”

Loki pulled away from you just enough to meet your gaze. His eyes were bloodshot, making the blue of his irises even more striking. “Thor and your mother.” You managed to stammer out. 

There was a brief moment of silence as his dark brow furrowed in what you assumed to be confusion. His gaze dropped down to your body, still hidden by the thick cloak, then looked around the cell as if searching for someone. “Who else is here? I sense another presence.” 

“That's why I came here.” You gently guided his left hand down to your bump that seemed to grow each day, laying his palm flat against your stomach. “I’m pregnant.”

Loki’s breath caught, his eyes going wide. And he flinched.

Immediately, you were consumed by the fear you had tried so hard to tamp down since the first moment you saw that little plus sign on the test. He didn’t want the baby, he didn’t want you. This whole thing was a mistake, your mind screamed at you. But as your muscles tensed like you were preparing to run, Loki snapped out of it.

The world blurred around you and suddenly you were laying on a small bed in the corner, Loki hovering over you. His lean body slid easily between your soft thighs, pinning you to the surprisingly comfortable mattress with his weight. “My love. You’re truly with child?” His voice shook, his hand returning to your stomach.

“26 weeks as of yesterday and perfectly healthy.” He nodded and met your gaze once more, a small smile growing on his pallid lips.

“I had a feeling. I thought- I thought something happened to you but it was just a new life being formed.” You breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed against the bed.

“And how would you know that?” You cooed, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Darling just because I have been locked away doesn’t mean that I can’t still use my magic.” His hand slipped up your front, obviously intending to go for your swollen breast but he paused at the extra piece of fabric that was now laying around your waist. “What is this?”

You responded with a giggle. “A bow. Thor wanted to give me to you for Christmas.” A fond look came over his face then, a realisation that you were not yet privy to.

“Indeed this is the best gift he could have ever given me.” Then for the first time in six months, he kissed you.

And as he stripped away your clothes and made love to you more tenderly than ever before, you couldn’t help but agree- this was the best gift to ever have been given

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Under his influence (Post Avengers! Loki x female reader) (Series Masterlist)

Chapter 1

Summary : The year is 2012, Loki picks up the tesseract in an attempt to escape from the clutches of Avengers and his brother Thor only to end up in a tiny studio appartment in Minesotta, the occupant being none other than you. You reluctantly agree to hide and help the crazy god of mischief and terrorism wondering why you were even thinking about helping a fugitive?

Warning: 18+ This series will contain smut in the later chapters, Soft loki alert, y/n bein y/n, mention of ecstasy and being high.

His head was pounding as he came back to consciousness. His body was threatening to give out any moment, his vision seemed blurry when he opened his eyes, the last thing he remembered was picking up the tesseract because those Avengers were foolish enough to drop the case carrying the precious cube.

"Morons" he mumbled as he got up from the floor, he immediately took off the muzzle framed over his mouth and the handcuffs from the wrist, the tech was definitely destroyed now.

"Shoddy Stark technology" he mumbled before he noticed that the tesseract was a few feet away from him so he looked into his surroundings. Where in the name of hel was he? His eyes circled around, it seemed like a room or that's what he assumed, there was a kitchenette right behind him while he could clearly see the bed on the other end, there was a closet next to the bed and a dresser, a small ugly sofa was in the middle of the room. He tried to look around but all he found was two doors, one led to a small attached bathroom while the other one had a peephole which he assumed was the door to the outside world. 

He spotted a screen in front of the sofa, it was kept at the opposite end of the ugly sofa, few feet adjacent to the main door.

He was familiar with these screens, they had it all around the Stark tower. He stepped towards it and tried to turn it on but the buttons didn't work, he then noticed the loose wire that he probably needed to attach to the plug on the wall so that's what he did.

The loud voice of the newscaster made him jump in his spot, he looked like a squeaky mouse at the moment, thanking the norns nobody was there to witness his humiliation. 

And then he saw himself all over the screen. Apparently each and every person on midgard was witnessing his humiliation. Those Avengers had leaked every little footage they had of him, even the one where he was smashed by the Hulk repeatedly.

"The Asgardian terrorist Loki who was being taken back to Asgard has supposedly fled from the Starks tower, brother Thor claims he has no idea where Loki could be" Loki chuckled as he heard that 

"Of Course he doesn't, I myself have no clue where I am" he heard a knock on the door and felt frozen in his spot. He tried to turn the screen off but it only got louder and louder so he punched the screen with his fist and well, it was broken but at least it wasn't making that awful noise. He heard the knock again so he walked slowly towards the door, making sure his footsteps were as nimble as a feline.

"Y/n? Are you there?" He heard a feminine voice. Who was y/n? He peeped from the peephole and spotted a middle aged woman. She knocked again but he didn't respond ofcourse, he watched her peeping into the hole so he took a step back, he hoped it only worked one way.

There's no way he could have gotten out there without being caught, he figured he could morph his appearance but there was a risk involved especially if he was walking around with the immense source of power that was the tesseract. Besides, where would he even go? It's not as if he knew much about how midgard worked. Maybe he should just wait for this y/n person. For some reason that seemed reasonable to him, he was extremely exhausted and ravenous, he didn't even remember the last time he had a proper meal. 

Looking around the kitchen he found the refrigerator and raided it. He found a box that had chopped vegetables mixed with a type of meat so he munched on it as quickly as he could. He felt extremely warm too, the weather of midgard wasn't best suited for him, he wanted to check his appearance so he walked towards the mirror, looking at his disheveled state he wondered why he even entertained that idea.

"Hideous looking monster" 

He mumbled but then he heard the main door lock twisting and it made his heart leap in his chest. He circled around the spot in a futile attempt to hide but it was just one big room, where he was supposed to hide? The closet of course. 

"Mrs. Geller, how are you?" He heard a feminine voice again but he knew it didn't belong to the woman he had seen, it sounded sweeter in comparison.

"I'm good my dear, oh you know i heard your tv running in the afternoon so I was wondering if you returned early" He recognised that voice. Was that old woman spying on this particular apartment all the time? 

"Are you sure it came from my place? I mean I just got back" he heard the sweet voice again. This voice must belong to the y/n person he figured. He was oddly grateful to not end up in Mrs. Geller's apartment.

He heard those voices going back and forth and finally the main door unlocked. 

"I'll just accompany you in case there's a burglar here" Mrs. Geller said and you gave out a little laugh. The laugh sounded even sweeter to him.

"I'm so thankful for you, really..thank you for checking up on me but nobody is here..seeeee?" You told her and she looked around before she left.

"Have a good night Mrs Geller" you quickly shut the door behind her. Taking a deep breath you sighed but then your phone started to ring and it made you groan, you couldn't catch a break today.

"Hey mommm..just a sec" you greeted her in a sing-song manner as you made your way towards the closet. Loki's heartbeat sped as the footsteps approached so he immediately casted an invisibility spell, he wondered why did he even hide in the closet instead of just using the invisibility charm in the first place.

He closed his eyes as the closet door opened and something hit him right in the face. He wanted to squeal but decided against it, once the closet door closed again he inspected the garment that was thrown on his face. It was a brassiere, ladies on Asgard used to wear these too. Huh, why women must torment themselves everywhere he wondered.

Another boring day where nothing interesting happened to you or for you. You were going to turn thirty in a few days and you could feel your life slipping past your fingers. Every person you had ever known in your life were off doing their thing, being successful in their chosen careers, getting married, raising babies and what not while you were stuck in your personal as well as professional life. 

"Mom..you know the attack happened in New York right so quit worrying?" Loki heard you talking to someone and you mentioned the attack, the attack that he had caused under the influence of the mind stone. 

"Whattt?" You walked towards the refrigerator to take out the chicken salad that you had prepared last night. Your mom just told you that the terrorist had escaped from the Stark tower, it was all over the news "Okayy okay calm down it's not as if he would come here of all places and just attack me in my apartment you know?" You chuckled but your eyes widened in anger as you saw the empty box of Salad. Did you eat it last night? You were too high to remember it. "Look mom I'll call you later, gotta go..food emergency"  

As Loki stepped out of the closet he saw a woman in front of the refrigerator, well he saw your jeans cladded plumped arse, you had a white shirt on along with it. And then you turned around. All he heard in that moment was a loud scream that felt deafening to him.

"Stop screaminggg" 

There was a man in your apartment. A strange weird looking man, Mrs. Geller was right, oh you were going to die and your soul would haunt this apartment forever. Serves you right for wasting all this time you had to fulfill your dreams and goals in life.

Now you always thought of yourself as the person who'd choose to fight in such a situation but you were getting a reality check now. You had no fight in you, you were frozen in your spot waiting for your impending death by the hands of a burglar. You both kept staring at each other but you finally gasped when you heard the knock on the door. 

"Listen to me mortal ..uhhh lady. I do not want to cause any harm so I'd appreciate it if you're just willing to listen to me..just for a moment?" you looked at him dumbfounded, you wanted to run but he was standing near the door and you figured he'd grab you if you even tried that. You grabbed a knife from the knife stand and threw it right at him, which he caught with his mere fingers. Ofcourse. Who did you think you were? Hawkeye? 

"Brilliant of you to pass the weaponry into the hands of a supposed intruder" He inspected the knife and then you watched it disappear but for some reason you chose to ignore it, maybe he had a superpower, you were living in a world where anything could happen to anyone except you ofcourse. You were as basic as they come. 

"What do you want? I have nothing alright, no valuables, I'm almost broke, almost is the key word here, if you want money I can..just umm transfer it to you, do you have Venmo or any other apps? I also have weed if you want that" He looked at you confused before he attempted to walk closer but you grabbed another knife as quickly as you could and took a step back.

"Stay right there mister or..or–" 

"Or what? You'd gift me another weapon that I can add to my collection?" You glared at him. How dare he make fun of you? This was your house. Did he say he had a collection of weapons? You looked at him carefully as he stepped closer, your eyes widened in realization. He was no thief. No no, He was the war criminal. How come your mom was right this time?

"Oh my god you ..you are…you are… whattt..whhyyy?" Your voice came out all squeaky and it made him smile. 

"Good to know I am popular in midgard now. Would you say my popularity exceeds that of my dullard brother Thor?" 

Thor? He said Thor right? So he was the guy who attacked New York. A terrorist was galavanting in your humble abode, great, just amazing. 

"Are you going to kill me?" You asked him as you wiped the sweat beads off your forehead. Your breathing has gotten shallower and you were close to passing out.

"No. But I need you to cooperate with me here, I am just as baffled about the situation as you are lady" he answered immediately, you had seen the leaked videos of him in Stuttgart, he was a cruel man, he was definitely going to kill that old man but the Avengers intervened thankfully. You were still trying to wrap your head around the fact that Loki from Asgard was standing in your studio apartment talking to you. Were you still high? You hoped so.

"What ummm how uhh i mean what are you doing here?" You asked him as you crossed your arms. Maybe you should call the Avengers.

"I do not know, the tesseract brought me here, it's eerie but I have a feeling that foolish Stark was up to something" he looked to the side as he thought about it.

"Hah" you gave him a fake laugh and he scrunched his brows. He was kind of attractive in the "I'm a sexy murderer" kind of way. 

"What is so amusing?" 

"No it's just..we just call him iron man you knowww" you mumbled under your breath. He could see your body trembling with fear so he approached you, probably wasn't the best idea but he really wanted to put you at ease.

"Look I know what you think of me and I do not blame you for your perceptions but I mean no harm here, I don't want to hurt you and I'm not going to, I am giving you my word" he seemed sincere but there's no way you were going to believe the words of an escaped terrorist.

"Aren't you Loki? The loki? God of lies and trickery and stuff? Why would I believe you?" You asked him so he smiled again. Cute smile. No you stop it. 

"You know what, I will just sit down here-" he conjured a chair out of thin air and your eyes widened "And you can tie me up if that would make you feel safer around me" 

"Huh wouldn't you want that?" You snickered and his face flushed in response.

He passed you a rope, by which you meant, he threw it right in your face but you caught it. Okay you were starting to think now, if he really wanted to hurt you he would have, he has magical powers plus the knife that you gave him like a moron, there's no way you could fight him if he really wanted to hurt you. Right? 

"Why did you attack us? What did we do to you?" 

"I did not attack you?" He looked at you confused. "Oh you meant the humankind, that's sweet of you to address yourself as one for all, very sentimental. Anyway it is a long long story, do you want me to narrate it all..from the beginning?" he chuckled nervously.

"It's just..you don't seem that evil..why did you hurt those people?" his eyes teared up as you said that. He knew why he hurt those people, he just wished he was able to stop himself before he did. 

"I didn't want to, I don't enjoy hurting innocent creatures" he said to you and the sad little voice affected you. So you were really going to ignore him using the words creatures for humans right? "Your name is y/n i assume?" 

He asked you so you nodded.

"What do you want, be honest" 

"Just let me stay here until I figure this out" 

"No no no no no no..Why would I allow a fugitive to stay with me? I'll be locked up too for I don't know.. abiding you and shit" you huffed

"Did you intend to use the word Abetting?" he looked at you all confused and the embarassment was enough to make you want to die.

"Look mister"

"Call me Loki"

"Mister Loki.. Prisoners under 30 isn't the magazine I have aspired to be featured in all my life.. so I need you to get out of here okay?"

"There is no way those incompetent men in costumes could find me here and-" 

"They are heroes, and there's a woman in the team, her name is black widow ..they saved lives today..they–" you interrupted him and he interrupted your interruption,

 "In case they do find me, just tell them that I was the one keeping you hostage over here, they'll believe you in a jiff i promise" he winked as he finished his sentence. You had to be crazy to allow this right? You had to be insane that you were already starting to believe his words.

"Tie..tie yourself up and let me think" 

You passed him the rope and he used the magic to tie himself up.

"That's great..you think I'm dumb..huhh? if you can use magic to tie yourself up then you can get yourself out too" he smiled as you said that. Why did he find this mortal.. adorable in an endearing sort of way? 

"Well why don't you do it then? I can't use magic if I don't see the knots myself" he told you so you thought about it. You walked towards him and he conjured another rope for you, as you reached closer you noticed the cuts and bruises on his face, he seemed hurt. He looked up at you and you tried to avoid his hypnotic gaze, why did he have to look so good? He was the sexiest man you had ever laid your eyes upon. Why did he have to be a criminal though?

After you tied him up you walked towards the tv, and that's when you noticed the broken screen so you turned around and glared at him. You watched him waving his fingers and the tv was fixed magically, ofcourse.

"Huhhh you will come in handy..if you know what I mean" you laughed as you turned the tv on.

"I actually do not know what you mean" 

You saw the news of him escaping and his brother Thor has appealed to everyone that Loki was dangerously manipulative and thirsty for blood so if anyone was to spot him anywhere, there was a helpline number they could call. 

"Oh my god there's a number." you jumped up and down in excitement and relief, what if Thor was right and he was manipulating you? Ofcourse Thor was right, he was his brother. You had made up your mind to call but when you looked at him, there was the saddest, mopiest, cutest look you had ever seen on a man's face. 

"I can not win" he mumbled under his breath so you walked towards him.

"What did you say?" You asked him and when he looked at you, his eyes were welled up. 

"Very well then, you can call them if you want" he told you so you walked towards the kitchen and picked up your phone. The look on his face was still bothering you though. What if there was a story behind what he did? No no.. people got hurt, he was evil, call the bloody Avengers and get yourself out of this problematic situation. But what if he was not evil? Iron man harmed so many lives before he became a hero. You felt crazy playing this mental circus with yourself.

"I must be losing my mind" you mumbled as you put the phone down on the kitchen counter "Okay fine..but if you're even thinking about hurting innocent people again let me tell you mister I'll keep that number on my speed dial and I will call it asap" you crossed your arms as you walked towards him and yelled at him so he nodded like a child

"Okay good..ummm are you like hungry or something..oh wait you must not be hungry since you ate my salad" you glared at him and it made him smile again. You'd rather see that then the glum look on his face.

"I do apologize for my ill-mannered conduct, should have asked for permission before I fed on that well seasoned grass you had prepared for yourself " you rolled your eyes at the comment

"No need to judge..I'm trying to lose fat here" 

"You don't have to" 

"Really? Because lyla keeps telling me that I'm getting chubbier everyday" 

"Well this Lyla needs to shut her muzzle then" your face flushed as he looked at you intently, was he checking you out? Maybe In your dreams.

"I'll untie you, you can go shower.. you smell like blood and burned leather..the bathroom is there" he chuckled as you said that. You weren't wrong about that. 

"No need to untie me and I truly appreciate the offer" he flexed his arms and you gasped as the rope was shredded in pieces. He could have gotten out anytime he wanted. 

"May i?" He raised his hand forward so you placed your fingers on his large ass hands that seemed to be the size of minnesota. He brought your hand up to his lips and gave it a chaste kiss. 

"You're very kind my lady, thank you, I won't disappoint you i promise" he mumbled as he turned around and stepped inside the bathroom. You kept staring at the pieces of ropes all over. He could have gotten out and stop you from calling the Avengers but he didn't. He could have hurt you but he didn't. Huh 

"Wash your hair ..you look like a pine tree" You yelled and you heard him laughing at the comment. That was beautiful. How dare he?

What were you getting yourself into here?

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Loki Laufeyson x Reader

Breeding — Kinktober

Word Count: 1.4k

Includes: Breeding, Begging, Rough Sex, Hinted Handcuffs, Marking, Biting, Hickeys.

On Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50455189

On Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/story/353310470-𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠-𝐊𝐓𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫-𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢-𝐋𝐚𝐮𝐟𝐞𝐲𝐬𝐨𝐧-𝐱-𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

You have been dating Loki for years now, with him being a god it had both it's positive and negatives however there was one specific perk you loved the most—the sex. It was, well, godly.

Shifting your position on the king-sized bed you feel a weight move off of the bed, looking over your shoulder you see Loki fleeing to the bathroom, over-sized Midgardian pants covering his toned legs. Odd... he hates mortal clothing.

The bathrooms door slams shut, shaking his bedroom. Your feet quickly carry you over to the door, you knock.

"Loki? Are you alright?" You ask, your tone laced with concern for your lover.

"I'm fine." He grumbles, you hear the sound of cabinets being opened frantically before he snaps his fingers.

"What are you doing in there?" You question.

"Nothing." He replies quickly, you hear a bottle squirt some sort of liquid, your guess was soap... or it was until you heard a sloshing sound.

"Loki open the door." You demand, tugging and turning the handle of the door.

"No." He snaps, his breath hitching as he continues to make whatever noise.

"Loki." You warn, suddenly the door flies open and your pinned against it as it shuts. Looking down you see his hardened cock in his large hand, lotion lathered over it.

"Shut it, slut." He snaps before kissing your harshly.

"Lo-" Before you have a chance to protest you're being turned around, his bulge rubbing against your rear.

Then suddenly the feeling is gone, he has stepped back. You turn to face him once again when you see his skin changing. His once pale, creamy skin is now rough and blue—lapis colored lines along his arms and chest down to his still very hard dick.

"You need to leave, [First Name]." Loki demands, now in his Jotun form.

"No." You argue.

"Darling, please." He pleas. "It is for your own good..."

"Tell me what's wrong, Loki." You step closer to the now 10 foot tall man, your hands come up to his abs—the cool feeling of his torso cause you to shiver—and you hear him suck in a breath.

"Get. Out." He warns again, begging you to leave.

Your eyes dart down to his penis that is now leaking with pre, your right hand travels down his abs to his V-line when it is suddenly yanked away. Loki quickly grabs your other wrist and pins both of them back against the bathrooms door. You look up at him, waiting for an explanation.

"I am going to tell you this once more, darling. If you do not leave I will fuck you, claim you, breed you." His now red eyes meet yours, they're filled with lust.

"Breed me?"

"Fuck..." He pulls you over his shoulder before walking out of the restroom and throwing you back onto the dark green, satin sheets. "In Jotun it is summer, meaning, it is a heat season."

"So?" You ask, your head tilts—like a confused puppy.

"So, It is how it effects animals... a heat cycle."

Your eyes widen, cheeks flush. "Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

"I thought since we are on Midgard it wouldn't.." He groans and rocks his hips against you instinctively. "Effect me."

"Well, if you need sex all you had to do was ask." You smile.

"It's not the same, darling... I have the urge to claim you, fuck you so hard you're seeing stars, breed you, make you pregnant with my heir." He growls, blue hands find your wrists once more, pinning you to the bed.

"I am more than ready for that, Loki." Your smile remains.

"What?" He laughs.

"Breed me, Loki. Claim me as yours." You tease him, locking your legs around his bare waist and tugging him closer so his cock is aligned with your clothed cunt.

"You don't know what you're saying, pet." He grunts as he moves his hips—his pelvis rubbing against the back of your thighs.

"Please?" You smirk.

Without another word your pants are shucked down along with your panties, his hard cock now resting on your nude cunt.

"Are you sure, darling? I will not hold back, my cock will lodge so far into your little pussy there will be no possible way to avoid being bred." Loki smirks.

"Y-Yes.." You whimper, squirming under his hold.

"Good, pet." His smirk grows, his red eyes swarm with lust as he looks down at his prey—you.

His cold, blue hands trail down your sides, his palms rubbing against your waist, hips, down to your thighs before they dip into inner thigh. The pads of his fingers slowly caress your cunt before dipping in one finger. You whimper.

"What happened to not holding back?" You smirk, trying to get more of him from your lover.

"You'll wait, slut." He snaps before inserting two more fingers, now pumping into your tight pussy. "You're not allowed to cum until I allow you."

You nod, your hips rocking to match his fingers thrusting into you. He smirks at your reactions before he brings his face closer to yours.

"So eager... so wanting." He mumbles against your throat before nibbling on it, you moan.

His left hand tightens his grip on your wrists before you feel a heavier force on them, you attempt to look up when his hand slides down your arms to your chin—forcing you to look at him as he marks your neck.

"Don't take your eyes off me, pet." Loki demands.

You whimper in reply, his right hand continues to pump in and out of you. His lips trail down your chest before finally reaching your hard nipples. Loki takes one of them into his cold mouth, the sensation causing you to moan loudly.

"Let me hear you." He smirks before continuing to bite and toy with your tits.

"Loki!" You whine, wanting more of his mouth, his hands, him.

"Louder, slut." He inserts a fourth finger into your dripping cunt then takes your nipple back into his mouth, his cold tongue lapping on the hard nub.

"I need you! Loki! Please! Do what you promised, breed me, cum inside me!"

He finally snaps, his hands come off you—leaving your cunt aching and wanting. Your juices left on his hand he uses as lube, stroking up and down his cock before he inserts it into you and a harsh thrust. His hands find your hips and he begins to pound into you.

"Loki!" You moan, the sound filling the Midgardian room.

"I'm going to breed you... cum inside you until you're filled, make you pregnant with my heir... oh fuck, pet." He grunts, his head flies back as he picks up his pace.

"Yes! Fill me.. oh fuck.. please, please, Loki!" You beg, chasing your own release. When he stops.

"Remember what I said, slut. You cum when I say you can." He smirks as he thrusts harder into you.

"No... Loki, please!" You whine.

"Oh... fuck, pet. I'm so close..."

Loki moves one of his hands from your hips to your clit, stroking and rubbing gently. Much different than his cock.

"Take it, take it!" He shouts before shooting his load into your cunt. He continues to pound you, not daring to stop until you cum. Loki strokes your clit faster.

"Say it, say my name as you cum, pet." He demands.

"L-Loki!" You scream as you release.

He slowly pulls out, there are marks all over your hips, your throat marked with hickeys, your wrists bruised. Loki slowly shifts back to his normal form, the blue fades from his skin.

"You did so good, princess." He smiles before hooking his arm under your back. "We're going to have a child... a little us." Loki grins, happily.

"Mm... yes, we are, Loki." You smile back. He quickly lifts you up then carries you to the bathroom. Placing you in the tub he sinks in the hot water beside you.

"I love you." He mutters, taking you into his lap as he caresses your back.

"I love you too, my god."

He laughs. "Yes, I am your god."

What a perfect way to start a family... your perfect lover with you, forever, a little version of both of you. You smile as you kiss him.

"Yes, you are."

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I’m yours - lil random drabble

18+ | contains smut | Loki x f!reader

When the two of you danced, it was sultry, seducing. All eyes would be trained on the two of you as your hands roamed over one another’s bodies, your hips swaying as Loki held you against him. He’d lean in, whispering something in your ear to make you smile before dipping you and slowly bringing you back up. It was evident that whenever he did so, he was purposely placing one of his legs between yours, teasing you. You knew every woman wanted to be you, they wanted to be the lady pressed against the debonair god, gazing into his eyes as he explored her with his hands. However, you were also aware that every man would have loved to have been Loki, it was evident in the way they watched you, hungrily, only looking away whenever Loki would catch their eye. They wanted you. You were two of the newest avengers, earth's mightiest heroes and yet you still spent your Saturday nights dancing, publically, carelessly; of course everyone wanted to be you.

What others didn’t know about Loki was that underneath his hard exterior and his seemingly apathetic approach to life, he was a mentally masochistic man who also wanted nothing other than you. At first you denied this side to him but then you realised how rewarding it was to indulge him. Both of you had a high libido, it’s what drew you to one another in the first place but there was something so different, stronger, more primal in Loki whenever you’d yield to his hidden tendencies.

Usually Loki would physically restrain himself in some way whether that was with a gag or with handcuffs during sex but on Saturday’s whenever he’d stop dancing and head to the bar leaving you alone, you knew what he wanted.

By yourself now, you continued to dance, your expression daring someone to approach you. Loki no longer a threat from his perch at the bar, someone did. You locked eyes with a stranger, his pupils dull compared to Loki’s. No one compared to Loki but this was only a dance. You reciprocated his smirk, granting him the pleasure of ghosting your body with his hand. As you spun around, your eyes met Loki’s who brought his glass to his lips, hand wrapped around it tightly as he watched you. Holding the back of the strangers hands, you placed them both against your body, watching Loki as his jaw clenched. You moved against him, his chest pressed to your back as Loki sat, seething at the sight. This thrilled you, you were excited.

“Should we get out of here?” The man eventually questioned, causing you to roll your eyes as you tried to let him down gently. He didn’t seem pleased at you turning him down, seemingly forgetting your status as he grabbed your arm. Before you could even react, Loki was on his feet, the man terrified as Loki looked down at him condescendingly. You almost felt bad for the stranger, he was well within his right to ask, according to the tabloids, you and Loki weren’t together but the grabbing of your arm solidified his ill fate.

When you and Loki left the club, it was clear how possessive he had become. This was the something different. Kisses exchanged in dark alleyways were desperate. His hands on your body were impatient. It was like he had something to prove, something to tame.

It wasn’t long before you were pushed up against a wall, the lack of adequate street lighting shielding the clandestine act happening in the alley. Hiking up your dress, Loki’s hand moved down your leg as he lifted it, securing it against him as he freed his length. You almost missed each other's lips as you kissed messily, Loki moving your panties to the side. You gasped into the feverish kiss, Loki swallowing it as he pushed inside of you. His lips ventured to your neck where he sucked harsh bruises, burying himself inside of you. He barely pulled out of you, both of you remaining close as he fucked you. You tried to keep your moans quiet, not wanting to alert anyone to what was happening but it was difficult when Loki was thrusting into you so deeply, so, hard.

“Feels so good.” You murmured in his ear, resting your head in the crook of his neck as he took his pleasure. Instead of replying, he moved faster, breathing ragged.

“Look at me” he ordered, gripping your cheeks with one of his hands “you’re mine” he stated, still moving in and out of you “say it.”

“I’m yours.” You concurred.

“Say it again.”

“I am yours.”

That was enough to sate him, to end this, for now. You knew it was only going to get better once you arrived back at the compound.

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Treasure Hunt [Dom!Loki x Fem. Reader Drabble] 18+

A LINK TO MY MASTERLIST IS HERE Summary: Just a Sinday treat based on @lokislilkitten sending this and my subsequent rambling. A continuation of that rambling. Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Dom! Loki. Smut vibes. Sexual tension. Language. Dirty Talk. Implied threat. Implied BDSM. (w/c: 700)

"A minute? That doesn't sound very... fair" you gasped, as Loki peeled the thin cardigan from your shoulders. He loomed behind you, heavy boots thumping against ancient wood as he re-positioned himself at your back.

"Fair?" he chuckled darkly, teeth grazing against your bare skin. Loki placed a sucking kiss against the needy flesh; his hands pulling your hips roughly towards him. "Who said anything about 'fair'?"

Your eyes roamed around the gloom of the manor house ballroom where he had whisked you under the cover of night, a shiver running down your spine.

Dust floated on the air from where your captor’s forceful entrance had disturbed it. A wide cracked mirror hung on the wall, the ornate carvings tarnished by time and neglect. It teased you with the speckled, shadow marred image of a leather-clad figure encasing you in the darkness, his face concealed by a flank of dark curls. “There will be a series of challenges for you to complete in order to gain your...freedom” he rumbled, kissing a path of ownership up the nape of your neck. “There are clues in place, but also.... distractions.” “Distractions?” Your voice quivered as his fingers looped around the flimsy straps of your silk nightdress. “Mmmm...” he hummed, “a veritable army of distractions bent on dissuading you from achieving your ultimate release.” Piecing together the information in your mind, you analysed the situation. You had a minute’s head start on Loki. While you searched for a golden key hidden somewhere in the manor from a series of clues he had hidden in every room, he would taunt you. He would hunt you. His ‘distractions’ sounded an awful lot like duplicates. Illusions. Your aching pussy clenched in anticipation as a shudder rolled across your limbs. They would single-handedly ruin you. Each and every one. How many of them there would be, you couldn't say. There must be dozens of sprawling rooms in this crumbling pile of bricks, forgotten by time. Your gaze fluttered to a table in the corner as Loki's fingers grazed your nipples through the silk, laden with familiar instruments of dark pleasures. Handcuffs. Plugs. Paddles. Chains. Clamps...every piece carefully selected from Loki's private collection for tonight's event. You watched as one by one they disappeared from the tattered cloth, absorbed to the hands of an illusion waiting for you somewhere in the dark corners beyond. In every shadow, in every stairwell. “I don’t think I need to tell you what they will do should they ensnare you, pet” he chuckled dryly, the low timbre of his voice seeping into every thick atom of the musty air. Your core pulsed with hot blood, his domination edging your wavering compliance to the brink. “They will ruin you, devastate you...in every way. Their little plaything. How long they have waited for you. How they will enjoy pulling every whimpering, pathetic orgasm from your needy cunt as you beg them for salvation.”

Your breath hitched as he pulled your ass tight to his crotch, his thick cock rubbing through the hard leather. “I must warn you; they are not known for their...sympathy.” “If they can catch me, you mean” you stuttered, bravery taking you by surprise as Loki’s fingers paused the descent of your nightdress past your breasts. “If?” he laughed, the vibrations of his leather tunic thundering against your ribs.

“Such naivety in you my sweet, fragile flower. Tis’ almost a pity. I suppose I should relish it... while it lasts.” Beyond the carved double doors of the ballroom, the broken chimes of an untuned piano hauntingly soared. “See, flower?” Loki leant close, his warm breath fanning your ear while your silk nightdress pooled around your bare feet. “They are eager for the games to begin. We mustn’t keep them waiting.” The god’s palms ran up your naked arms, feeling every hair standing erect against the cool skin. He inhaled against the curve of your neck, a low moan rumbling in his throat, saturated with torturous lust. “Are you ready for your first clue?” Loki murmured. You nodded, the wetness sliding between your thighs betraying your excitement at his theatrical display. “Run.” he growled, a cruel smile spreading across his lips as you darted towards the curved staircase and the unknown beyond it. 💀 Tags @lokischambermaid @daggers-and-mischief @wheredafandomat @mochie85 @michelleleewise @vbecker10 @fictive-sl0th @lokislilkitten @maple-seed @peacefulpianist @simplyholl @holdmytesseract @holymultiplefandomsbatman @muddyorbs @gigglingtigger @cakesandtom @lokikissesmyforehead @mischief2sarawr @thomase1 @sinsandguilt @joyful-enchantress @wolfsmom1 @xorpsbane @lokiprompts @lady-rose-moon @thedistractedagglomeration @loopsisloops @mcufan72 @ravenwings73 @yelkmelk @demoiseller @sititran @123forgottherest @fictional-hooman @anonymousfiction211 @nerdy-fangirl-65 @goblingirlsarah @kats72 @peaches1958 @ijuststareatstuffhereok89 @mad4marvelloki @mischief2sarawr @yokshi-unbeliebubble @thesinsoflust @animnerd @trickster-maiden @ladymischief11

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[lokisbiiiitch1993]

Dirty Loki A-Z

Requesting B for Bondage.

Dirty A- Z Masterlist

B - Bondage (do they like it? do they not? do they prefer to be the one being tied or the one doing the tying?)

Nsfw not for Minors 🚫🔞❌

Loki takes great pleasure in tying you up and he wouldn't even need ropes for that .

He loves using his Magic to conjure Ropes, Handcuffs or to use his Shadow's /Clone's on you.

The first few times Sex with Loki was slow and gentle - he tried to be soft and careful with you.

But one day Loki figured out you really love when he holds your arms above your head and locks your wrists with his hands - pinning you down.

So he brought up the subject of Bondage - "Darling, how would you like getting tied up?"

just the thought of it got you blushing

After that you both had a long talk about Boundaries - what you like and what not- turn on - turn offs

The first time he started simple with your Wrists tied and your Arms pinned over your Head with his Magic .kissing his way down , teasing - overstimulating you

Another time he had your Hands tied to the bed ,used a Blindfold on and demanded to spread your legs and with his Magic he held them in Place - teasing and torturing so long it felt like forever, you were a begging and moaning Mess - using his Fingers and cunning Tongue on you before fucking you rough

Seeing you going on your Knees and stretching your Arms out for him to tie you up - turns him on and you know it

I believe Loki would also enjoy being tied up - it would take a while to persuade him but as you asked him sadly "Do you not trust me ?" that made him think and he answered "You are the only one I do trust - I trust you more than you will ever know,my Dear " Happy with his answer you kissed his Cheek and begged "Please,let me take care of you too "

giving in he responded with "As you wish ,my Love " and removed his Clothes with the Snip off his Fingers , sitting there naked only with a Rope in his Hand for you to tie him up -grinning you said "Now let me tie your Hands behind your Back and no tricks, Mischief ....Please " you looked at him with pleading Eyes

"Alright ,I promise" Loki answered with a smirk

"ok ...good.. please hold still .....is it too tight? Does it hurt..I don't want to hurt you " you got suddenly nervous but Loki assured you that you did well

Now it's your time teasing , kissing, Touching and edging him

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[topsyturvy-turtely]

✨Sherlock Holmes Museum✨

221b Baker Street, London

part 4

-> part 1, part 2, part 3

because @safedistancefrombeingsmart and @a-victorian-girl asked for it. (but because smartin' had to be an all sarcastic smartass... not actually the souvenirs) i'm sure you'll like it tho, it is

✨Dr. Watson's room✨

first of all look at this freaking panorama (1) i was somehow able to make, wiThOuT aNy pEoPLe iN iT!!! (it is legitimately a panorama photograph of the WHOLE room without ANYONE in it!!! i am STILL flashed!)

then, let's continue to some details.

there was this (once again very reflective 🙄) glass cabinet (2) which had all kinds of published books of sherlock homes in it. i think that's kinda funny because basically (well in my silly head at least) they are implying Watson is just a huge fangirl (which he is) and needs all the information on Holmes he can get. but yk what. maybe i should not make up anything on these posts lol.

there are two more cabinets. the first (pic in the middle) containing medical substances (3) (if i am judging this right). and the second (on the right hand side) with everyday items (4) for a medical man in the victorian era. (lol are those handcuffs on the lower shelf??)

Watson obviously has a desk (5), on it laid his diary (6). And then to the left hand side stood a little side table (7) with a taxidermied bird and old books.

there was a fireplace (8), a night commode (9) and a "coal purdonium" (10). on it was a notary public stamp (googled these two things with this cool photo search feature, because i actually had no idea what that is :P) and what i believe was a candle holder.

this is post 4 of a series!

-> part 1

-> part 2

-> part 3

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[michelleleewise]

The Proposal

Pairing: Sugardaddy Loki x female reader

Warnings: mentions of injury, crying, hurt feelings, nightmares, lots of angst, but fluffy ending!!!

Summary: Amber's trial comes up....Loki shares his deepest secret with you......

**aaahhh!! You guys!!! This is it, the end for these two. Thank you all so so much for all the love and support for this story!! You are all absolutely amazing and I love you all!!!! I am contemplating a sequel so....we shall see. Like I mentioned.....super long but....all the happy endings!!! Thank you guys again!! Love!! 💚💚💚🥰🥰🥰

Part Twenty One-Finale-

You stood at the bottom of the steps, the large building looming over you. You took a deep breath, smoothing the front of your dress. Closing your eyes trying to focus. Three months....since you found out Amber had been arrested....three months since you began physical therapy making you only need a cane on bad days....three months since you had seen him. You had tried to move on, to forget, but he was always in the back of your mind, visiting your dreams, sometimes if felt as if he was there with you. You opened your eyes, and slowly accended the steps.

You walked the long hallways looking for the room your needed to be in, trying to keep your breathing even as your heart raced. You had tried to prepare yourself for today, but is there a way to prepare to relive your nightmare? You came to a set of large double doors, staring at the number on them "Lady y/n." You heard making you jump "T...Thor. how are you?" You asked looking up at him. "I am quite well thank you, how have you been? I haven't seen you in some time." He asked smiling "im..ok mostly. How is.." you trailed off looking down "loki?" He finished "yeah, has he..." you trailed off again looking up at him "met someone? No, he has not." He said putting his hands in his pockets "he is just there, I can get him if you like." He said grabbing the door handle "no!...no, i...let's just get this over with." You said pulling the door open walking in.

You quietly sat in the back, looking around the room not recognizing anyone when your eyes landed on him, sitting in the front next to the man you recognized as Tony Stark. You heart fluttered seeing him turn to talk to the other man, his long dark hair cascading down his back, the way his lips moved as he spoke. "Do you wish to come sit with us?" Thor asked coming up next to you. "N..no. I'm fine here." You said looking down. You saw Thor nod out of the corner of your eye as he walked up the isle, taking a seat next to Loki. You watched as he leaned over whispering something to him before those bright emeralds that have haunted your soul met with yours making your breath hitch.

He went to stand when an officer came in announcing the judges arrival, making everyone stand. You zoned out as the judge spoke, trying to block everything out when you heard your name called, looking up you saw everyone looking at you. You sighed, leaning on your cane you stood up making your way down the isle to the seat next to the judge. As the officer swore you In you looked out seeing Amber in handcuffs at the table at the left with a man, and the other three men at the table on the right, all three not taking their eyes off of you. The officer walked away when the judge spoke "Miss y/n, can you please tell us what happened during those few days you were taken?" He asked. You took a deep breath, shakely exhaling. You had spent months trying to move on, trying to forget, but now you had to recount every detail of your ordeal.

You fought back the tears as you recalled the events that led you to where you were now, the pain still present in your mind, you could still hear the crunch of bone making you shiver. You quickly wiped a tear away as you finished story, trying not to make eye contact with the man who still had your heart. "Thank you miss y/n, you may step down" you heard the judge say. You pulled yourself up, leaning heavily on your cane making your way back to your seat in the back when you knee buckled, making you lunge forward. You closed your eyes bracing for the impact but it didn't come, feeling two large arms wrapped around you you looked up, those eyes boring into you "t..thanks." You whispered righting yourself "are you ok?" Loki asked watching you "yes, I'm fine, that happens every now and then." You said looking down.

You pulled away from him, seeing his arms slowly drop to his sides "y/n, i.." he started when you put your hand up "please don't, I don't want your pity." You said through gritted teeth when the judge banged his gavel on the desk "I better go sit down." You said looking down, you slowly limped to the back taking your seat. Your mind wandered back to the last night you spent with Loki. The way he held you, cared for you, as hard as you tried to forget you would never be able to forget him. The judge's gavel banging brought you back to reality as you looked to the front of the room. You vaguely heard something about Amber being sent to a mental institution as two officers came in escorting her out as everyone surged towards Thor and Loki, shaking their hands and patting their backs.

You took the opportunity to slip out quietly before anyone noticed. "Y/n...wait!" You heard making you stop "damn." You whispered turning around seeing Loki jogging up to you "Hey, whats up?" You asked trying to sound as casual as possible. "How are you?" Loki asked fidgeting with his fingers "I'm fine, still going to therapy." You said "have you been taking care of yourself?" He asked, concern filling his eyes "yes, my "fiancé" made sure of that." You said air quoting "yeah, sorry about that, no one would talk to me otherwise." He said shifting on his feet. You nodded your head looking down, willing this to be over so you could go back to your little apartment alone, like you always did "Listen y/n, I was wondering..." he started when Thor burst through the doors "Brother, I told you justice would prevail." He boomed slapping Loki on the back. You took the opportunity to slip away, hurrying as fast as your leg would allow.

"You are nothing to him." She growled, her voice echoing through your mind "no, your wrong!" You cried back, trying to free your arms...to fight back. Hearing her maniacle laugh reverberating through you very being. You looked up, seeing that evil smile spread across her face "He doesn't want you....no one does....and no one ever will." She sneered. You saw something out of the corner of your eye, turning your head you saw Loki saunter in smiling. "Loki! Help me!" You yelled trying again to free yourself when you heard him laugh. You looked up wide eyed seeing him wrap his arms around her, pulling her to him.

"I don't know what you saw in her." You heard her sneer, wrapping her fingers around the crowbar. "Honeslty, I think I went mad..I mean look at her." He laughed. You watched stunned as he grabbed her head, latching his lips to hers holding her close. He pulled back smiling, turning to face you "I need a real woman y/n.." he growled looking back at her "take care if this darling." He purred, running a hand through her hair. She smiled, slowly walking towards you. "No one will ever want someone like you." She snarled lifting the crowbar. You squeezed your eyes shut, balling your hands into fists as she swung down onto your knee....

You woke up screaming, the nightmare still at the front of your mind, you bolted up, throwing the covers off you jumped out of bed, fumbling as you feet got caught in the sheet. You stumbled to the living room, frantically looking around when your knee buckled, sending you to the floor. You wrapped your arms around yourself, rocking back and forth you tried to breath, your lungs on fire as tears streamed down your cheeks when you felt two arms wrap around you, squeezing you "shh....it's ok love, just breath." You heard, tilting your head seeing Loki kneeling next to you. "L..loki....w..what..." you tried, feeling your chest tighten.

He moved to kneel in front of you gently grabbing your hand, laying it on his chest above his heart "look at me.." he whispered, your eyes shooting to his "in and out, focus on me." He said, taking deep breaths you felt his heart under your hand, his chest rising and falling and focused on breathing with him. You looked into his eyes feeling your heart clench inside your chest "that's it love, keep breathing for me." He whispered leaning his forehead on yours. You took a deep breath, exhaling shakely as you pulled back looking at him "w..what are you doing here?" You asked. His hands came up, cupping both sides of your face, his thumb wiping your tears away "I never left love." He whispered.

You sighed looking down, unable to hold his gaze "loki..i..I can't.." you stared "no, love please.." he pleaded, cupping your cheek "please...do not push me away." He said shakely. Looking up you saw tears forming in his eyes "just...listen to me...please, and when I'm done if you still wish it i will leave." He said shifting on his knees "i...I have never felt for anyone what I feel for you, I would rip my own heart out and give it to you if you wished it." He said, a tear steaming down his cheek "but..what about..." you started, motioning to the scars on your face "im..." you started "no, do not finish that sentence, you are beautiful my love." He said, leaning forward kissing each cheeks, then your forehead.

"I want to show you something...something I've never shown anyone else." He whispered. He grabbed your hands bowing his head. Feeling your fingers get cold you looked down, watching his skin turn a dark shade of blue, ridges rising under his skin "Loki, whats..." you started, watching the blue spread up his neck, lifting his head your eyes met two deep rubies as his skin became entirely blue, lines and ridges weaving patterns under his skin "this...this is me." He whispered, watching your face. You slowly reached your hand up, gently running your fingers along the patterns seeing him close his eyes "that..it doesn't hurt does it?" You asked stopping "no, not at all love, it actually feels quite nice." He said smiling.

"Where I come from, im..." He started looking down "a monster." He whispered gripping your hands. "But...your beautiful." You breathed, cupping his cheek. "And so are you my love. What you look like, what scars we carry, they do not define us love." He said, his hands cupping your face "your heart, your soul, that's what defines us. And you my love, have the kindest heart and the purest soul. I...I love you y/n, with everything that I am I love you, and I will never stop loving you until I take my last breath." He said, tears streaming down both your faces "and if anyone is unworthy it is I of you. I have done terrible things believing it was my birthright, my purpose.." he said wiping your tears away

He cleared his throat looking deep into your eyes "my only purpose now....is to love you, care for you, protect you. I need you y/n..I need you as I need the blood in my veins, the air in my lungs, please y/n..." he pleaded "Please...let me love you how you deserve to be loved." He said. You reached up grabbing his wrists, tilting your head you kissed his palm "i..I love you too Loki, more then I can put into words." You breathed looking into his eyes "Oh my darling." He said lunging forward he engulfed you in the tightest hug you've ever had, wrapping his arms around you as if he was afraid you would disappear. "I love you y/n, I love you.." he said, burying his face in your neck, you gripped the back of his shirt "I'll never let you go again Loki...I promise." You sobbed into his neck.

Feeling his heartbeat against yours, his shoulders shaking you reached up, lacing your fingers into his hair, cradling his head as you rocked side to side. He slowly pulled back, not letting you go "I am yours y/n, all of me...Will you be mine?" He asked, his red eyes searching yours "yes Loki, I'm yours as long as you want me." You said smiling "so forever?" He asked smiling making you laugh. "W..will you maybe...come lay down with me?" You asked quietly looking at him. "I will never leave your side again." He said. Standing up he leaned down, helping you up before looping his arm under your legs carrying you "loki...I can walk." You laughed grabbing his shoulders "nonsense, my queen will never have to walk again." He said laying you down on the bed, pulling the blanket up around you before walking to the other side.

In a flash of green he was clothed only in a pair of sleep pants, his chest bare. Your eyes trailed down, following the ridges on his skin, watching them travel past the waistband of his pants, the blue of his skin almost glowing in the moonlight. "Loki.." you whispered fidgeting with the blanket "yes love?" He asked "could you maybe...I mean if you want..." you rambled seeing him smile "yes..." he encouraged "c..can you...stay like that?" You asked, looking up at him, seeing his eyebrows furrow "you wish me to remain...like this?" He asked "yes..only If you want to...you don't have to." You hurried seeing him smile "as you wish love." He said.

Climbing in bed next to you you latched onto him, burying your face in his neck, wrapping your arm around his middle, your finger tracing his ridges. "I love you Loki." You whispered closing your eyes. He wrapped his arm around you holding you to him "den dagen jeg møtte deg, fant jeg min manglende del. du fullfører meg og gjør meg til en bedre mann. jeg elsker deg av hele mitt hjerte og hele min sjel til Valhalla." He whispered, kissing the top of your head as you drifted off. Closing his eyes he finally felt at peace.......

Translation-"the day i met you, i found my missing piece. you complete me and make me a better man. i love you with all my heart and all my soul until Valhalla."

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[beneathstarryskies]

Day 7: Bondage - Trunks

Warnings: Bondage, edging, blow job, penetration, edging, begging

Let me know if you want to be tagged!

Taglist: @actuallysaiyan @loki-love

It hadn’t actually been all that difficult to talk Trunks into the positions he’s in now. Splayed out with his arms spread on either side of him, tied to the bedpost while he watches you with hungry eyes. You both knew he could break through so easily. With his Saiyan strength he could rip the handcuffs you’d meticulously picked out like they were made of paper, but he wouldn’t do that because he promised. When you gave him that sweet pout and asked with those honeyed words, he couldn’t resist agreeing to your terms.

“Are you comfortable, baby?” you ask softly as you crawl onto the bed. 

“Yeah,” he blushes and watches your form as you crawl over him. You bite your lip in that way that drives him crazy, then you lean down to kiss his chest. 

“You look so good like this,” you purr softly before dragging your tongue over his nipple. He moans softly and you hear him tug on his handcuffs. You pull away with a stern look. “You promised.” 

“I know, baby,” he moans. “It’s just so hard not to touch you.” 

“I know baby,” you kiss his chest again and begin working your way down his toned stomach. “But I want you to relax, okay? Let me make you feel good.” 

You settle between his thighs and take his cock in your hand. Trunks hisses when you begin to stroke him. You drag your tongue along the leaking tip, and he can’t help the whine that falls from him. 

“Fuck,” he moans. 

You feel your heart racing with excitement knowing that you’re bringing him such pleasure. It’s enough to spur you on to take more and more of him into your mouth. His blue eyes are heavy lidded as he watches you take as much of his length as you can while stroking his base. The room is full of his moans and the greedy squelch of your mouth as you bob your head. 

“Baby, that’s perfect,” he moans. “Your mouth is so perfect.” 

You moan around his length, and he melts when you look up at him through your long lashes. His stomach tightens with the pleasure coursing through him and he shakes with a sharp breath. When you feel his cock start to throb, you know he’s getting dangerously close to his release. You pull off his cock with a soft pop. 

“You didn’t think it was gonna be that easy?” you tease him. 

“A guy can hope,” he chuckles softly, trying to seem nonchalant despite the flush on his cheeks. 

You move to straddle his waist, and grind slowly on his cock. Your wetness covers his skin. 

“I would ride you, but I think you’d lose control if I did that,” you tease him. 

“No, no,” he pleads. “I’ll be good. I promise. I’ll just lay here and take it.” 

Even as those words leave his lips, his fists clench with the desire to reach out and grab your hips. You lean down to kiss his lips softly before reaching down to grasp his cock and guide him to your entrance. You sink down slowly, savoring every inch that stretches you. 

“That’s it,” he whines. “Don’t stop. Please.” 

Once you’re seated fully on his thick cock, you go still. Your fingernails rake along his skin as you take in the sight of him. His cheeks are flushed with arousal and his eyes are full of hunger. Finally unable to take anymore, he thrusts his hips. 

“Fucking ride me,” he growls. 

You frown before pulling off of him. You grab his face and kiss him deeply. 

“Not until you ask nicely,” you purr. 

You know it won’t come easy from him, but you have all night.

#kinktober2023🎃 #trunks x reader #future trunks x reader #trunks briefs x reader #trunks db x reader

[charzard-lord]

Worship (Sub!Loki/Fem!Reader)

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: SMUT!!! MINORS DNI!!! Sub!Loki, Dom!Reader, Fem!Reader, slight bondage (handcuffs, collar, leash), pet names, Master kink, cunnilingus, praise kink, hair pulling, handjobs, edging, orgasm denial, neck kisses, cock rings, vaginal penetration, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), multiple orgasms, blowjobs, porn without plot

Pairings: Sub!Loki/Fem!Reader

Key: ☁️🔞❤♀️

Summary: You give Loki what he wants. Pure smut. If you’re looking for plot, go elsewhere because this is just fucking. 

A/N: Wow two fics in one week! Don’t expect me to keep a schedule though lol, I just had this idea floating around in my head for a while because Loki in a collar on his knees just makes me mmmmmmmmm, ya know? Anyways, enjoy! Thank you as always for interacting with my fics :)

You tighten the handcuffs, holding Loki’s arms behind his back, and he lets out a soft groan as he kneels before you. You revel in the sound, running your hands up his arms and shoulders until you reach the base of his neck. Tangling your fingers in his raven locks, you tug slightly, earning another whimper from the god. 

“Are you gonna be a good pet for me?” you coo, leaning close and whispering in his ear, before biting down gently on the lobe. 

“Yes, Master,” he pants, already rock hard and desperate to please you. 

A wide grin spreads across your face, and Loki looks up at you with lust blown eyes, watching intently as he waits for your next move. You lean in to place a hungry kiss on his lips, which he returns feverishly, and you draw out the most delicious sounds from him. As you busy your lips with his, your hands find the collar and leash you’ve been waiting to use. You pull away from him and he whines at the loss of contact. 

“May I?” you ask, gesturing to the collar in your right hand. Loki nods excitedly and you smile endearingly, “Use your words, Loki,”

“Yes, please put me in a collar and make me your slut,” your pussy clenches at his words and you have to bite back a moan. 

“Fuck, I love having you on your knees in front of me, ready to please,” you say as you place the item around his neck and lock it into place, attaching the leash to the front. 

Loki smirks playfully, enjoying the fact that he has as much effect on you as you have on him. 

You walk over to sit on your mattress, Loki trailing behind you obediently. As soon as you’re seated, you grab a pillow for Loki to kneel on. He gets the message and moves aside so you can place it on the floor, before he moves back to sit in front of you, now comforted by the soft plush beneath him. 

You tug on the leash as you spread your legs, causing him to look up at you for permission. You nod your head and he nestles between your thighs, giving a few soft licks to your labia. This makes you sigh in pleasure, which only fuels him more. He begins to run his tongue up and down your pussy, all the while maintaining eye contact. 

“Good boy,” you say, grabbing a fistful of hair to guide him. He lets out a wanton moan at the praise, sending delightful vibrations right to your core. 

You push his head closer and he eats you out like a man starved, his nose bumping your clit every time he moves his tongue. He closes his lips around the sensitive bud and sucks hard, forcing a hedonistic cry to escape your throat as you begin to ride his face. More wails of ecstacy fall from your mouth as he pokes at your dripping entrance, beginning to fuck into you with his skilled tongue. You feel your walls flutter and you know that you’re close. 

“Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum,” you whine in desperation, and Loki increases his speed, hitting all the right spots. Your hands are fisted in his hair, pulling harshly, but Loki doesn’t mind. In fact, he loves it, knowing that he can make you feel this good. 

You lean your head back and your orgasm washes over you, rippling through your whole body as you scream in pleasure. Loki continues to lick you, helping you ride out your orgasm as he greedily swallows up all of your release. 

He slowly moves away and licks his lips, maintaining lust filled eye contact, which only causes a new rush of heat to pool in your center. You tug on the leash, pulling him up towards you to capture him in a fiery kiss, moaning at the taste of yourself on his mouth. You pull away as your free hand reaches down to stroke his hardened member. 

“Now, let’s take care of you,” he moans languidly at your touch and you slide down to his level, looking deep into his lidded eyes as you jerk him off. 

You move your hand slowly up and down his shaft, still holding onto the leash with your other, watching his every move. The muscles in his abdomen stutter and tighten as he is overcome with pleasure, trying to keep his eyes open but failing miserably. 

You focus back in on his erection, admiring its beauty as you run your thumb over the tip, collecting some of his seed to use as lube. Squeezing slightly, just the way you know he likes, a needy sound rips from his throat. He bucks his hips into your hand, moaning uncontrollably as he begins to beg you for release. 

“Please, let me cum,” he whines and you smirk. 

“Already? I’ve barely done anything,” you tease, and Loki opens his eyes to meet yours, his pupils blown wide with desire. 

“Please,” he repeats, and you almost take pity on him. 

“No,” you say, removing your hand, causing him to cry out at the loss of contact. 

He looks up at you pleadingly as you stand, pulling the leash to bring him up with you. Gently, you brush a stray hair out of his face before leaning in to press a tender kiss to his swollen lips. Then, you move your mouth down to his neck, sucking and biting until you’re sure bruises will blossom, drinking in the wonderful noises he makes. 

“Please, can I- can I touch you, Master?” he asks between groans. 

At first, you don’t respond, continuing to lick, suck, and bite your way down to his collarbone, moving your free hand to gently rest on his shoulder. He writhes at the feeling of your mouth on him, desperate to feel you, as you slide your hand down his arm, reaching for the cuffs. With a click, they release and clatter to the floor. 

Immediately, his hands are on you, one finding purchase on your hip while the other tangles in your hair. He pulls you flush to his chest, his erection pressing against your stomach, and you both let out a pleased whimper at the feeling. 

You kiss your way back up the column of his throat, and when you finally reach his lips once more, you pull him in hungrily, slipping your tongue into his mouth and letting it dance with his. After a moment, you back up and look at him, admiring the way his eyes sparkle in the dim light, a trail of saliva still connecting the two of you. 

You push him forward before stepping to the side and spinning you both so that his back is now to the bed. 

“Lay down,” you instruct, and he eagerly complies, climbing onto the mattress and settling against the blankets and pillows. 

He watches you intently, excitement and lust in his gaze as you begin to crawl onto the bed. You hover over him, sitting down on his lap and straddling his thighs as he places his hands tenderly on your waist. Grabbing his cock with your free hand, you rub the tip teasingly up and down your folds, groaning delightfully at the sensation, Loki’s hands tightening their grip as he sucks in a labored breath. 

Reaching over to your nightstand, you grab his cock ring, still holding him with your other hand. You slip the band on and tighten it, eliciting a low growl from the god beneath you. 

After making sure you’re both nice and ready, you position yourself above his member and slowly slide onto him, savoring the way he stretches you out so perfectly. Your walls clench around him as he bottoms out, the tip hitting that special sweet spot that makes you see stars. You study his face, noticing how tense he looks, with his eyes squeezed shut and his head thrown back. He’s clearly holding back, waiting for your command, and the thought makes you smile. 

“Look at me,” you command, grabbing his chin with one hand and tugging the leash gently with the other. 

His gaze meets yours and you could cum from the look on his face alone. Eager, needy, and struggling to maintain his composure, all because of you. 

“Please, move,” Loki begs, and this time, you comply, starting to feel just as desperate as he looks. 

You slowly slide yourself up and down, going at an agonizing pace that leaves you both hungry for more, and you start to quicken your movements, relishing the feeling of his thick cock hitting all the right spots inside you. His hands stay on your hips as you lay your palms flat on his chest, trying to get better leverage to fuck yourself on him. 

“You’re so beautiful,” he breathes beneath you, moving his left hand to rest on your thigh before slowly inching up. He begins to rub gentle circles on your clit. You cry out in pleasure, fucking yourself faster and harder as his thumb picks up pace as well. 

“Yes, oh fuck! Such a good boy for me, always making me feel good,” you say between moans, and Loki grunts in satisfaction, continuing to rub your clit as you bounce on his cock. 

Your hips stutter and your walls begin to tighten around him, as your second orgasm comes crashing into you, opening your mouth in a silent scream as the world goes white, stars flashing across your blissed out vision. Loki cums soon after, shouting your name as he trembles beneath you. You keep going, both of you riding out the pleasure as long as you can before you collapse onto his chest, his hard cock still buried deep inside you. 

You stay like this for a moment longer, letting Loki gently run his hands up and down your back in a soothing motion. His cock twitches occasionally, but he remains as still as possible, waiting for you to recover. 

Slowly, you sit up, pressing a light kiss to Loki’s nose before removing yourself from his lap, his dick hitting his stomach with a harsh slap. A flash of disappointment crosses his features, causing you to laugh wickedly. 

“You didn’t think that was it, did you?” you ask, pulling him into a sitting position, and a new fire lights behind his eyes. “I put that cock ring on for a reason, you know,” 

You lay down on your stomach and rest your head between his legs, your mouth hovering mere inches away from where he wants it most. Looking up at him through your lashes, you lick your lips, watching the way his chest heaves in anticipation. 

You reach out and grip his hard member with your right hand, making Loki hiss at the feeling. You rub up and down teasingly, just as you had done before, but this time with the intention of making him cum. Leaning your head forward, you run your tongue along the tip of his dick, continuing to move your hand before closing your lips around him and sucking gently. 

“Oh, fuck,” he groans, his fingers coming to tangle in your hair as you leisurely bob your head, simultaneously jerking him off. 

Your hand works its way up and down his shaft, finally resting at the base of it and moving down to caress his balls. You take as much of him in your mouth as you can, squeezing and massaging him with your fingers, picking up the pace as you do so, and sucking aggressively. 

Loki is writhing beneath you, panting heavily and moaning obscenely, which only encourages you more. Sucking as hard as you can, you stick your tongue out, letting it slide along his member with each movement, causing Loki to grip your hair so tight that it borders on painful. 

“I’m going to-” before he can even finish his sentence, you feel his release coating your throat, and you eagerly swallow every drop, helping him ride out his orgasm. His hands fall to his sides as you release him with a pop, removing the cock ring before pushing yourself up to a sitting position. 

You examine his features, from the sweat gleaming on his forehead to the way his mouth hangs open in post coital elation. His eyes meet yours, regarding you with a fondness that makes your heart flutter, despite the intense sex you just had. He lazily holds out his arms and you climb into his lap, settling into his embrace. 

“That was amazing,” he says after a moment, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head. 

“Yeah, it was,” you reply, sighing contentedly. 

The two of you sit in silence for a long while, enjoying the warmth of each other's company, eventually making your way to the bathroom to clean up. Once that’s out of the way, you hold Loki close as he nuzzles into you, falling into a blissful slumber, safe in each other’s arms. 

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[lokis-dark-queen]

A “Horny” Reunion Pt. 2/2

Sub Loki/Dom Female Reader

Summary: After being away for a whole weekend on a mission, Loki’s love finally comes home dressed in her deliciously tight combat suit, and she is ready to fulfill his previous request.

Notes/Warnings: SMUT 18+, handcuffs and lots of teasing, unprotected sex, and Loki being turned on by dominant women.

Word Count: 2.6k

Also on AO3

Loki paced back and forward in front of the door, anxiously waiting for the return of his beloved. He recalled their night that they shared not long ago, when she pushed him down onto the soft reading chair and rode him until he nearly forgot his name. He remembered the way she told him to wear his horns so that she could use them as handles while she bounced on top of him. He didn’t even have time to be ashamed of how soon he came before she pushed him down onto his knees and made him eat her pussy. The way that she used his horns to pull him closer drove him insane and made his head spin. He would do anything for her, and he loved when she was dominant over him. Call it years of suppressed issues that he may not have worked out completely, but he went insane whenever she pushed him around. 

And now he waited not so patiently for her to come back from her short mission over the weekend. Just some short recon for S.H.I.E.L.D, she didn’t tell Loki much about it. All that Loki knew was that when she walked through that door, that deliciously tight combat suit would be hugging every curve on her body. 

Loki was lost in his sexual thoughts as she walked through the door behind him. Loki whipped around to greet her, desperate to finally touch her. 

“Waiting for something, mischief?” She smirked, dropping her duffle bag on the floor with a thump and quickly walking towards him to finally wrap her arms around him. 

“You know what I’m waiting for, darling.” He smirked, opening his arms to accept her warm embrace. 

Loki kissed her forehead as they softly collided, even a weekend apart was too long for them. And sure enough, she was wearing the combat suit that he had been fantasizing about. 

“You didn’t miss me too much, I hope.” She giggled, playing with the inky curls that rested on his shoulders. 

“Well I couldn't think about anything else the whole weekend, darling. You have crawled your way into my head and my heart.” 

“What? Like a parasite?” She teased. 

Loki rolled his eyes at her smartass comment, “If you want to call yourself a parasite, then by all means.” 

She pulled him down by the collar of his dark green tee so that she could place a passionate kiss on his lips. Loki’s strong hands gripped her hips through the smooth material of her suit to pull her closer. Their bodies swayed together in romantic bliss as her tongue slipped past his lips. Loki’s hands wandered to the small of her back before taking a nice handful of her ass, pushing her hips closer to him in the process. 

She gave his lower lip a soft, teasing bite as she pulled away, “You better watch what you say to me, mischief. I hope you remember our little deal that we made.” 

“Remember? Darling, it’s all I've been thinking about since.” He smirked, continuing to run his hands along her body, taking in the sight of her that he had ingrained into his head. 

“Well then.” She placed her hand on his chest pushing him backwards towards their bedroom, “I hope you'll be a good boy for me.” 

“No promises, my love.” He had a dumb smile on his face, his pupils dilated with a mix of lust and love. 

He let out a small grunt as the backs of his knees met the mattress behind him. She put her hand on his shoulder and pushed him down so that he sat on the edge. He looked up at her feminine frame towering over him, his eyes wide in anticipation, excited for what was about to happen next.  

“Take your shirt off and lay down with your hands over your head, I want you to hold on to the headboard.” She walked around the bed to her side where her nightstand was. She opened the drawer and took out a pair of handcuffs with the god’s name written all over them. 

Loki wasted no time practically tearing off his tee and moving backwards on the bed so that his hands were close to the headboard, raising his arms eagerly so that she could cuff his wrists to the headboard comfortably. 

Amused by his eagerness, she laughed lightly and comfortably secured the handcuffs. She was the only one who would ever see him like this, needy, vulnerable, at will. She looked down at him through her lashes and zipped the tight uniform down slightly, revealing the tops of her breasts while backing up a little so he could see her body better. 

Moving closer, she placed her hands on his covered knees, running them slowly up his thighs to where the bulge was prominent in his lounge pants. 

“I’ve never seen someone with so much power get turned on by being handcuffed to a bed.” She quipped. 

“How many powerful people are you cuffing to your bed, darling?” 

“Doesn’t matter,” She put her hand under his jaw so he would look her in the eye, “I just need the one.” Her fingers explored his alabaster skin, fingernails lightly scratching his chest as she traveled down his body. His stomach flexed in anticipation, hips jutting towards her. “Stay still mischief, don’t make me cuff your ankles as well.” 

His jaw clenched at her teasing, need growing by the second. He always anticipated her teasing, but when she was actually doing it, he went insane. And she knew he would begin to beg soon.

“Darling, are you really gonna do this to me? After I was deprived of you for so long?” He looked at her with almost a doe like innocence to his eyes. 

“And by ‘so long' you mean two days?” She rolled her eyes.

“It felt like an eternity.” 

She laughed, playing with the waistband of his soft cotton trousers that left little to the imagination, especially since he wore no boxers beneath them. “So dramatic.” 

He moaned quietly as she curled her fingers beneath the elastic waistband, pulling them down ever so slowly. 

“Love, I need you, please.” His confident demeanor began to slip. 

“What do you need, baby?” She spoke to him in a soft voice, his head spun and cheeks began to flush. 

“Touch me.” 

“You don’t make demands tonight. Now, where do you want me to touch you?” Her thumb lightly brushed his cock, still concealed underneath the fabric. “Here?” 

“Yes I- Please.” He bucked his hips towards her teasing hands. 

“Shh patience.” She dipped the waistband lower and lower, watching as the trail of hair from his belly button all the way down to the base of his cock became revealed to her. 

When she looked up at Loki, right before she would release his throbbing arousal from containment, she saw he had his head thrown back, eyes screwed shut as we waited for her to grant him pleasure. 

“Look at me, Loki.” She demanded. 

Loki raised his head, the beginning of tears flooded his eyes. He gasped when his warm dick was finally exposed to the air of the room as she took his pants completely off, leaving him naked while she remained fully clothed. 

She straddled his legs and placed her hands on his hips, still avoiding where he needed her touch most. Her hands ran up his torso to his face, where she leaned down and kissed him. He moaned at the feeling of her soft lips on his, melting into her kiss. 

She sat back, looking down at him with pride and power, and wrapped hand around his erect cock. “Is this what you wanted?” 

“Oh- yes, thank you.” He whimpered out as she finally touched him where he most desired. 

She tortured him with slow, drawn out strokes, a bead of glassy pre-cum leaked from the tip, lubricating her soft hand. Her free hand continued to explore his pale torso, playing with the thin, dark hairs that decorated his chest in sparse areas. Deciding to tease the poor god even more, she ghosted the pads of her fingers around his nipples. She was lost in him, his gasps, his moans, every begging word that fell from his lips, it pulled her deeper into the vast sea that was his godly form. He appeared as if he was carved out of marble, sculpted to perfection by the finest artist who ever lived. She couldn’t even fathom how much she loved this man beneath her, she just wanted to show him. 

Loki’s eyes rolled back into his skull as he pulled against the restraints, the cool metal of the handcuffs dug into his skin. Causing him that perfect line between pain and pleasure. 

“Hey, look at me, look at me when I’m bringing you pleasure.” 

Loki's eyes shot open as she stopped her movements on his weeping cock. 

“P-Please, don’t- don’t stop.” He begged. 

Moving her body upwards, her clothed core hovered right above his cock. With her hands on either side of his head, she dipped down slightly so that he could bury his face in her breasts, unzipping the suit to just below her navel so she could feel more of his mouth on her skin. He sucked the soft flesh of her tits, leaving little marks in the process. He licked all the way up the valley between her soft breasts to her neck, finding her weak spot that made her gasp. 

She lowered her hips, the smooth material greeted his velvety cock as he could feel her warmth envelop him. Loki muttered a slight ‘thank you’ as she began to slowly move her hips on top of him. He bucked his groin up to meet hers, this time she didn’t bother stopping him as she began to grow soft on him. His begging wasn’t for nothing after all. 

“Do you wanna touch me, mischief?” 

Loki’s eyes lit up in excitement at what she was hinting at. 

“Please, I’ll do anything, I jus- I just need to feel you, my love.” 

His borderline pathetic attempts at begging won the girl over as she undid his restraints. Just as his hands were about to land on her body, she caught them, holding his wrists in her hands. 

“I never said you were able to freely touch me.” She smirked down at the wide eyed god beneath her, his pupils blown wide with lust. “I’m gonna put your hands where I want them. Understand?” 

Loki nodded and she took his strong hands and placed them on the sides of her breasts, where the material of the combat suit still covered. His thumbs brushed over her pebbled nipples that made tiny bumps beneath the suit. 

“Right there.” She whispered, her hands returning to rest on his chest so that she could resume her motions on his cock. 

Hands never moving from their destined place where she decided to put them, Loki looked up at her with undeniable pleasure, his whimpers and moans all in worship to the woman above him.   

The smooth material of her tight combat suit that plagued his mind for weeks at this point felt like heaven on his hands and cock. She looked so powerful above him, playing with his hair as she circled her hips, his precum shining the suit. 

“P-please-” Loki begged once again, he didn’t even know what he was pleading for.

“What do you want, baby? Do you wanna come inside me?” 

Loki’s hips thrusted up in need at her words, he wanted to sheath his throbbing length inside of her more than anything right now. 

She began to strip off the rest of her combat suit, Loki’s hands wandering to help her shrug it off her shoulders. She didn’t stop him, much to his surprise, she just let him assist her. He was internally mourning the loss of the suit that he fantasized about. But he was too desperate for her to ride him right now to care. 

Once the suit was abandoned on the floor, Loki forgot about her rule on where his hands were supposed to go as they wandered to grope her tits and play with her hardened nipples. She let out a small gasp of pleasure before she moved them down to her waist so he could hold on to her as she lifted her hips to catch his tip on her clit. She circled until he was seated at her wet entrance, slowly moving down on his shaft. His eyes never left hers as she moaned out his name when he was fully seated inside her. 

His hips slowly and hesitantly attempted to thrust into her before she stopped him. 

“Not so fast mischief, you just lie back like a good boy and let me ride you.” She looked down at him and slowly circled her hips, grinding her clit against his lower abdomen.

One of his hands went to grab the headboard as she slowly drew out his pleasure, the other gripped her ass in an attempt to move her faster. She grabbed it and brought it to her mouth, taking his index and middle fingers into her mouth as she would his cock before bringing it down to her clit. She bounced on his dick and he got the hint to begin rubbing her swollen clit in tight circles. His eyes traveled from where their bodies connected, to her soft breasts bouncing hypnotically, to her pretty face. Her mouth was open, moaning profanities along with his name. She looked beautiful like this, absolutely fucked out in pleasure. 

“You look s-so so perfect, d-darling… FUCK! I love you.” He struggled to speak as she picked up the pace on top of him. 

She smirked with pride above him, his fingers moving faster on her clit, causing her to lose composure. She leaned forward and loosely wrapped her hand around his neck, his eyes rolled back into his skull. His both of their moans became louder, bouncing off the walls and surely disturbing those in neighboring apartments. 

“Fuck- Loki! I’m gonna cum!” She moved her hips faster, his cock hitting that perfect spot inside of her like no one ever had before. He was perfect, everything about him, down to the way he fucked her. 

Loki grasped onto her hips, obviously she didn’t care much about where he put his hands as her head was thrown back in pleasure. 

“Come on darling- cum on my cock.” His fingers moved faster to bring on her climax. 

She quivered above him as she came, her hips moved spastically against him, screaming his name. Her body went weak and she collapsed on top of him, her chest flushed with his as he held her head and thrusted up into her, chasing his much needed release. 

With one last hard thrust he coated her walls with his thick ropes of hot cum, letting out something between a guttural growl and a desperate moan. 

They laid there, skin to skin, with a thin gleam of sweat covering them. Taking in the feeling of being with each other in a state of such bliss. Loki kissed her temple as she laid on top of him, his fingernails gently scratched up and down her back. 

“I love you darling, so so much.” He said, playing with her messy hair. 

She lifted her face from the crook of his neck, placing a loving kiss on his jawline before looking up at him.

“I love you too, my sweet mischief.” Her fingers ran along his cheekbones, “Any more sexy suggestions?” She giggled. 

“My darling, I don’t know how else to put this, but you fucked me so good that I can’t think at the moment.” He held her tighter to his form, his cock softening inside her, “I’m sure I'll think of something though.” 

“Oh, I hope so. Maybe next time you can be in charge.” She winked

“I plan on it darling.”

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