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lokisgoodgirl · 11 months
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Delayed Gratification [Loki x Fem.Reader]
A link to my (new) Masterlist is HERE Summary: [Oneshot/companion to Don't be Shy] A timid Loki breaks his s*x drought, with your encouragement. Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Smut. Sub!Loki. Language. Dirty Talk. (w/c 2.3k)
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You pressed a thumb against the pad on your door. It beeped, making Loki flinch behind you.
“Gosh, you really are nervous.” you mumbled with a smile, hearing the rustle of Loki’s crisp shirt as he straightened.
Pouring two glasses of water, you set them the side-table next to the sofa. Loki had made himself comfortable, removing his waistcoat and sitting poised with his legs crossed.
“So how long is a long time, exactly?” you probed, sliding a hand up one muscular thigh as you settled beside him. Loki's eyes darted towards you, adjusting his hips.
“Since Asgard.” he murmured tentatively, voice catching as your fingers danced up his in-seam.
“Oh…that is a dry spell.” you cooed, an amused smile curling at your lips. How is it possible this perfect specimen hasn't been ridden in years, you thought; scepticism creeping in. It's not possible.
Loki hissed as your fingers brushed his hardening cock, feeling the trapped monster grow thick beneath your gentle touch. His knuckles whitened under the crushing grip on the armrest.
Or maybe it is, you pondered with a smile.
“If you don't mind me asking...why is that?” you said, gaze crawling over his twitching brow. "I find it hard to believe you don't have a lot of opportunity-"
“Hardly-” he gasped, ass clenching before he bit his lip. Even with this achingly light level of touch, it was almost too much for him to bear. That was plain to see.
“I just...have a h-hard time letting loo-se, you see.” he stammered, his grip making the armrest creak in protest.
You squeezed again, making Loki’s eyelids flutter shut.
He whimpered, a series of shallow pants wisping from his throat. “I can stop?” you whispered, trailing your free hand over your cleavage. His eyes shot open, afire with sudden fear. “-No.” he choked, looking longingly to the fingers grazing the curve of your breasts. “For the love of the Nine...don’t stop.”
A secret smile pressed against your cheeks as you stood and intertwined your fingers with his. “Come with me.” you said firmly, nerves sizzling as Loki let out a long exhale before unfurling himself to his full height. You walked slowly ahead of him to the bedroom, circling behind and pushing the shy god gently to the mattress.
He began to yank at his windsor knot, before pausing. “Apologies, I didn’t mean to be presumptuous.”
The words were accompanied by a penitent flutter of his lashes. You chuckled. “Loki, you’re sitting on my bed. If you had any idea how wet I am right now…” you groaned, straddling him and sliding your hands firmly over his shoulders.
Loki’s legs widened as the soaking gusset of your panties grazed the hard shaft pressed against his thigh. He swallowed thickly as you began to place messy sucks on his exposed neck, whipping the tie from his collar.
“S-slow...slower.” he panted, breaths quick. Surfacing from stiff cotton, you rose on your knees; tugging his hair back as you descended with a licentious kiss. You could feel his chest heaving beneath your own, the tell-tale thrust of his hips against your core sloppy and needy and desperate.
Loki broke for air, his eyes wild. Your lips curled in a coquettish smile. “Maybe we should start gently, hmm?” you said, seeing Loki nod. “I think that’s...wise.” he muttered, a thin sheen of moisture forming on his brow. Your knees shuffled backwards, lowering yourself to the carpet between his legs and pulling your dress over your head.
“Do you mind taking these off?” you asked gently, pulling at the fabric tight against his thigh. Loki’s gaze refocused from the lingerie cupping your curves, his mouth forming a soft O.
“Of- of...of course. Apologies.” he fumbled, before a shimmer of his magic dissolved the luxurious suit trousers from his body. And his underwear, too. “You don’t have to...do...that, you know.” he mumbled.
You didn’t need to look at him to know the pink tinge in his cheeks was back with renewed force.
Loki’s cock rose between his spread thighs. It was long, pale and utterly perfect. Just as you knew it would be. You curled your fingers lightly around the thick base, making Loki’s hips jolt. Your thumb didn’t reach around the circumference.
“Just breathe…” you murmured, hearing his frantic breaths slow at the command. Your finger caressed up the length, making tingles soar on the surface of his neglected velvet skin. “This should be worshipped, Loki.” you muttered absent-mindedly as you inspected it with awe, hearing him chuckle before you lifted your gaze seductively to meet his. “So let’s make a start on that, shall we?”
His palms rested on your duvet, fingers spread. You could see him slide them into a tight grip, neat fingernails scratching against the fabric as he inhaled sharply, bracing himself. You leant forward, extending your tongue so that only the lightest of licks trailed from the base of his shaft to the tip.
Loki’s moan was raw dynamite, a long ragged sigh that made your thighs squeeze together. He tasted like freshly washed linen, the scent of clean cotton lingering in your nostrils. Unspoilt. Virginal.
You parted your lips, tongue sliding in messy kisses against the meat of his cock. The base of your palm held his length steady, perfectly vertical as his hips rocked upwards.
“F-ffuck..det er f-for godt-” he moaned under his breath, sliding a hand against the back of your head before retracting. Seizing his moment of resistance, you lapped tortuously slowly over the leaking tip. Loki shuddered as he watched the glistening bead of pre-cum that had been trembling there disappear beneath you eager attentions.
“M-more...please.” he stammered, forearms quivering as he braced against the bed. You tilted your chin up to face him, nestled between his thick thighs. “Are you sure?” you said coyly. Loki nodded, shallow breaths making his chest strain against the buttons of his shirt. You pressed your lips together, arching a brow before you descended and swallowed the tip of his cock.
A strangled whine rumbled from the god as you sucked gently, the fingers curled around his base pulsing with each smooth lap of your tongue. You could feel Loki brace against the bed, his fingertips digging into the mattress as his thighs began to shake. And you were barely touching him.
“Det føles for godt…” he groaned, toes curling against the carpet. “F-fuck...im nær...im n-nær-” he growled through gasping breaths. “S-stop.”
You released him, a strand of saliva hanging in a teasing curve between his foreskin and your lips. Loki’s addled stare rolled blissfully along the spittal’s route, landing on your glistening mouth.
“Fuck.” he murmured reluctantly, shaking his head as his eyes darted to the side. “I should not have led you on. This is...not my usual- not my typical performance I-”
You pressed a finger to his lips. “I think it’s hot.” you purred, making his eyebrows slant with surprise. “Really hot.”
Rising to your feet, you tugged down your panties before sliding onto Loki’s lap once more. The thump of arousal between your legs was untenable, the messy slick of your sex crying for relief against his naked thighs. “Just go with it.” you keened in his ear, rolling your hips against the base of the cock sandwiched between you. His breath hitched, fingertips sinking into the curve of your waist. “We can make it a little game.”
“A game?” Loki chirped, interest piqued. “I like games.”
“I know you do.” you hummed encouragingly, sucking his earlobe between your teeth. Loki hissed, a growl building in his chest as you began to unbutton his shirt. “Is this what you thought of as you fucked yourself thinking of me?” you said, feeling his stomach clench beneath your searching hands.
He cleared his throat, back straightening.
“I must confess I was rather more...dominant.” he admitted sheepishly, avoiding your seductive stare. He observed as your fingers made quick work of the buttons, ebony hair falling sluttishly around his jaw. “Dominant?” you teased approvingly. “Why do I get the feeling you made me call you Daddy?”
“Oh, I insist on it.” he joked, before you stripped back the shirt from his shoulders.
The god’s jaw clenched as you pushed the cuffs from his wrists; coaxing him backwards. “Norns…” he gasped, muscular back hitting the mattress with a soft thump. You took a moment to savour the god stretched like an shy whore on your king bed, his soft eyes wide with nervous anticipation. You smiled, crawling slowly up his long body.
“Trust me, Loki…” you said softly, the lust in your voice simmering as the thick veins in his throat hardened. “We’ll ease you back in, don’t worry.”
He opened his mouth to speak, before his eyes fluttered shut. Loki’s back arched as you ground your bare pussy against his length. You slid easily back and forth, dragging through your slick folds. The soft mewls of grateful submission from his lips made your nipples harden.
“You should be fucked every day, Loki Laufeyson.” you slurred, feeling his cock twitch against your cunt. “Every. Fucking. Day.”
Loki huffed in frustration, bucking upwards. The scent of you. The promise of your wetness. It must be driving him crazy.
“Ride me. Please-fuck me, I can’t take it anymore.” he growled, tilting his chin against his chest as your cleavage hung tantalisingly in front of him. His nose slotted between your mounds, a shuddering sigh shaking his body as he lost himself.
"Patience, Laufeyson...” you giggled, hearing a muffled whine against your skin. “A little delayed gratification never hurt anyone. Much less a god...”
You reached between his legs, hovering above his hips as you lined him up. The wide tip of his cock nudged against your slit, his forehead creasing as he tried to restrain himself with a quaking sigh. Loki’s lips formed a stoic line, eyebrows knitting slowly together as you squeezed the thick head inside your cunt.
With every inch you sank, his lips parted further; the skin sticking as he exhaled a ragged, primal gasp of relief.
“I...I...uhh-hh-gods.” he rasped, fingertips sinking into the soft thighs spread against him. You stilled, the head of his cock buried to the hilt. You squeezed.
Loki jolted on the bed, hair fanning in wild tendrils as he clenched his jaw to the ceiling. “I had forgotten.” he moaned through gritted teeth, grunting as you began to roll your hips in miniscule waves. “I had f-forgotten...faen.”
Your clit tugged against his public mound as you rocked slowly to and fro, minimising your movements.
Loki whimpered, brows twitching as he watched you relax into bliss above him; his thick girth stretching your walls as you gyrated. “This feels so good, Loki…” you groaned, letting your head fall back as his legs tensed beneath. The god's feet slid up the bed behind you - knees parking bent at your sides. Tears had begun to form in his eyes.
“Norns.” he gasped quietly, resting his hands on your hips and guiding you carefully back and forth. Like you might break. The needy touch was the final spark, lighting the trail of gasoline to climax like a match.
Your swollen clit pulsed with every slow tug against his neat pubic hair, the solid mass of his cock making you whimper. “I’m going to cum, baby…” you mewled, making Loki’s fingers dig deeper. A solitary tear of desperation rolled down his cheekbone, disappearing to the curve.
He thrust upwards once. A broken cry of pleasure from his throat sent shivers down your spine. It sounded like pain. But it wasn't pain. Far from it.
Your palms pressed against his shoulders, limiting his movement. “Not yet.” you choked, increasing the pace of your rolling hips against his base.
“You’re so...fucking...tight.” Loki breathed, ragged pants filling the air as you rocked into him, orgasm blossoming like a wall of fire. His voice was thick, wet with pure lust. “You feel s-so-uhhh, so divi-divine I-” he stammered, choking as he felt your fingernails dig deep into the ropes of shoulder muscle.
“Now, Loki.” you whined, releasing your hands from his biceps and gripping the brass railings above his head. You slid up his cock, squeezing at the tip before sinking into the god’s sloppy thrust. His eyes were suddenly wild, torn between savouring every inch of your sex-drunk body and becoming lost in his own pleasure beneath the veil of his eyelids. An animal released from the cage.
He tugged your hips towards him, beginning to bounce you on his slippery cock. Nordic curses dripped from his lips like battle cries, a vein by his temple thick to bursting against the furious weight of his basest needs. Every slap of his skin against your fizzing clit sent jolts through your body, the power of raw animalism coursing from his sex to yours.
“Let it go-” you gasped, throwing your head back as you felt an explosion of pleasure surge in your belly. “Don’t be s-shy oh my god, - oh my, uhhh...f-fuck...scream for me, -L-Loki.”
Loki slammed your pussy a final time to the hilt, before a roar of utter devastation exploded from his throat.
Tendrils of damp hair cascaded over his brow as his back arched, errant strands across his lips blown by a feral moan of your name. You could feel the force of hot cum hit your cervix, leaking into every crevice of your stuffed slit as his messy thrusts slowed.
Loki’s eyes had squeezed shut, deep lines ironed into his forehead as he murmured panting praises you didn’t understand.
He lay there silently, breaths slowing. “Was that OK?” you whispered, flickers of sudden insecurity rearing in your mind. There was no answer. "Loki?" You leant forwards, clenching around his cock as you rested against his chest. Loki nodded, humming blissfully with his eyes still closed.
“Truly... I am lost for words.” he slurred, running a large palm down your spine and planting a light, congratulatory smack on your ass.
You felt a wave of pride rise in your belly. “There’s a first time for everything.” you teased, making Loki open one eye with difficulty. “How dare you.” he growled.
In a second, he had flipped you over; pinning you to the bed with his fingers curled around your wrists. “Not so shy anymore, then?” you giggled, feigning a feeble attempt to escape from his grasp.
“Thanks to you, it seems my drought is over-” he purred, spreading your legs with a nudge of his knees.
“And darling?” he smouldered, damp curls clinging to his cheekbones as his eyes darkened. “Daddy’s very thirsty.”
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Det er for godt – it’s too good. Det føles for godt – it feels too good im nær – I’m close
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fanficshiddles · 3 months
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Silly Traditions, One Shot
Summary: Loki thinks Christmas is ridiculous and a waste of time. Until you surprise him with a gift, then he finds that perhaps it's not all that bad after all.
Merry Christmas everyone! I hope you all have a wonderful time. x
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Loki rolled his eyes from the corner of the room as the Avengers team all began sharing presents between one another. Minus Thor, who had gone back to Asgard for a few days without Loki, as he was in exile so couldn’t return to Asgard yet.
Loki thought that Thor likely would have been the only one to gift him something on this tedious mortal holiday, since he always tried to include him. The team didn’t trust him yet, and he couldn’t really blame them after what he did in New York. Though he was trying, but his mischievous streak kept peeking out, which didn’t help matters much. Even if he meant no harm really, he just enjoyed mischief too much.
While he was beginning to adjust to living in the compound, he hadn’t really warmed up to any of the team yet. Although there was one person he found himself often leaning towards, that he had a soft spot for, who didn’t cringe or seem to be irritated by his mere presence… You.
You’d been living with the team for about a year, so knew them all pretty well by now. Of course, what Loki did was bad, and at first you had been a bit scared of him when he first arrived four months ago as punishment from Odin, to make amends. Though as time went on, you found yourself laughing along at his mischievous antics, you even managed to get some decent conversation out of him. You were the only one, aside from Thor, that included him wherever possible.
What had helped him get into your good books rather quickly was when your cat, Mittens, was stuck up a tree just a few weeks after he’d arrived, you were frantic with worry but the rest of the team were more dog people and said that the cat would get down on her own. You knew your cat though, she was well and truly stuck and she was too high up for you to reach her. Loki had been the only one that helped, he levitated up and carefully brought your precious darling back down into your arms.
You’d been so grateful for that, and Mittens took a shine to Loki straight away too. You often found Loki sitting in the library with Mittens on his lap while he read a book, though you’d made sure to stay hidden as your heart melted at the sight.
Loki couldn’t deal with watching more of the sight of people gushing over such stupid gifts, so he made his way towards the door to go elsewhere. Though he stopped in his tracks when he heard footsteps rushing towards him and he heard you call out his name.
‘Loki!’
He turned slowly towards you, noticing your cheeks were a little flushed as you shifted nervously on front of him.
‘Merry Christmas, Loki.’ You said as you held up a present towards him.
Loki raised his eyebrows in surprise. ‘You got me a gift?’ He couldn’t hide the surprise in his voice, though he really wasn’t sure how to feel about it.
‘Of course. It’s from me and Mittens.’ You smiled brightly up at him.
For the first time in a long time, he felt his heart melt a little at the fact someone else had thought about him in such a way, perhaps not all mortals were so bad after all... Though as he began peeling open the wrapping paper, he shook the thought from his head, it would no doubt be something stupid and meaningless, something that would just get re-gifted or left in the bottom of the cupboard somewhere…
He completely regretted thinking what he did when the present was revealed to him, becoming utterly speechless for once in his life.
‘I… can’t believe you got this for me.’ He gasped out as he lifted up the beautiful personalised dagger. It had an emerald handle with his name carved into it.
‘Do you like it?’ You asked, uncertain, because he was quite difficult to read, though he did seem surprised you weren’t sure if it was a good surprise or a bad one.
‘I love it. I can’t thank you enough.’ He then had a genuine smile, one of the most genuine smiles on him you’d seen.
‘I’m so glad you like it… Though I have to admit, I did get some help from Thor. I don’t really know you that well, but wanted to make sure I got you something that you’d actually use or like. Not something that would just be shoved in a drawer and forgotten somewhere.’ You admitted, still blushing a little.
Loki tilted his head slightly and let out a small chuckle, he was incredibly warmed at the gift and didn’t really know how to react.
‘It is not often that someone can make me so speechless. I am really grateful for this gift, thank you. Truly.’ He picked up your hand and kissed the back of it, making your blush worsen as you felt your skin tingling from his lips.
You were called back by the others, but not before asking Loki a question. ‘Are you joining the Christmas party tonight?’
Loki scrunched his nose up a little. ‘I wasn’t planning to.’
‘Oh, ok…’ You tried not to sound too disappointed, you knew he wasn’t overly fond of things like that.
‘Although… I regret that I do not have a gift for you in return. So, if my presence would make up for that, and perhaps a dance, then I will consider joining?’ Loki asked with a charming smile, his heart quickened slightly at the way your face lit up entirely from his words.
‘It certainly would make up for it.’ You smirked at him.
Loki found himself grinning right back at you. What on earth was coming over him? He mentally face-palmed himself as he retreated from the room.
He found he was a little obsessed with his gift from you. It was perfect for him, and with the personal touch… he just couldn’t believe it.
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You joined the Christmas party that night, you’d picked out a nice green sequin dress. So looked nice and Christmassy as the lights glistened off all the sequins. As usual for parties, Tony had gone all out. Especially with it being a Christmas party, so there were decorations everywhere. A DJ and plenty of alcohol.
After a few drinks, you felt the disappointment hit you slightly as there was no sign of Loki. You figured he would decide against coming, but you didn’t take it to heart really, as you knew this wasn’t his style. He’d made it clear in the weeks leading up to Christmas that he thought it was a load of rubbish, a pointless holiday with stupid traditions.
Though as you were enjoying your third cocktail, you felt a tingle run down your spine when you heard a smooth, warm voice from behind you call your name. Turning around, you couldn’t hide the big smile that spread across your face as you gazed up at Loki.
He was wearing a black suit with a green and white striped tie. You always thought him handsome, but you found yourself struggling to form any proper thoughts right now.
‘Loki… I’m so glad you decided to come.’ You eventually managed to blurt out under his heated gaze.
‘Is this Christmassy enough, do you think?’ He smirked and motioned to his tie.
‘It’s perfect.’ You giggled a little.
‘I must say, you look beautiful… Especially in that colour.’ He said as he eyed you up and down.
‘Thank you, Loki.’
Your heart was racing just with him being here. You did have a crush on him, and had done for a little while. You thought he would never reciprocate that crush, since he was a God after all. Though you would certainly enjoy whatever you got from tonight when he asked for your hand to dance.
It was a Christmas song that was playing, so it was a fun dance. Loki spun you about and he seemed to actually be enjoying himself. He liked the way you laughed as he twirled you and the way you blushed hard when he slipped his arm around your waist to bring you in close to him.
Even though Loki was the God of mischief and lies, he would be lying to himself if he said he didn’t care about you… and if he said he didn’t find you beautiful. He was beginning to think that perhaps you felt something for him, with giving him such a thoughtful gift and the way you kept blushing around him, plus wearing his colours tonight. So he decided it was now or never to try and make a move.
He swiftly danced you towards the side of the room, even though no one was really paying any attention to the two of you anyway. You wondered what he was up to, but didn’t think much of it.
Until, that was, there was a distinct tingle of magic in the air, you could feel it on your skin as goosebumps rose on your arms and neck. Loki had that usual mischievous glint in his eyes whenever he was up to something, he looked up and stopped dancing.
‘Oh my, look what we’ve landed underneath.’ He mocked a gasp.
You looked up and laughed, there was mistletoe hanging right above the two of you. It was surrounded by a very light green haze, Loki’s signature mark.
‘Correct me if I am wrong, but isn’t it tradition for whoever ends up under the mistletoe to… kiss?’ He asked cheekily as he looked back at you with a smirk.
If he thought you were blushing earlier, you certainly were now. Your entire face was on fire as you nodded. ‘It uh… it is.’
‘Well, I wouldn’t want to be the one to break a Christmas tradition… may I?’ Loki asked as he stroked your cheek so softly.
As if you need to ask! You thought as you nodded, a bit over eagerly.
He slid his hand down to your chin, holding you in place as he dipped his head down towards you. You reached up on your tiptoes to meet him halfway as you closed your eyes, when your lips touched you both forgot about everyone else around you, nothing else mattered in that moment but the two of you.
Loki deepened the kiss for a moment, surprising but delighting you. You were on cloud nine.
When you both broke the kiss after a little while, you were glad to see that you weren’t the only one with red cheeks. Loki’s had a hint of red, too.
Loki chuckled and trailed his fingers against your cheek, then he tucked some of your hair behind your ear. ‘Well… perhaps some of your silly mortal traditions aren’t all that bad after all. I especially like this mistletoe tradition.’ He smiled widely at you.
‘Yeah… I think it’s my favourite too.’ You smiled just as widely back at him.
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myfictionaldreams · 10 months
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Hello it's me your bestie! I am here to request some Loki smut! She's tired of Loki's lies and she tries to leave only for him to stop her and they get into a huge argument that leads to rough sex Dom!Loki sub!reader with biting and dirty talk maybe some oral. Also can you do a part with his eyes change and his skin goes blue? Your the best 💓💓💓💓💓
My King // Loki x Fem!Reader
A/N: Hey bestie! Thank you for your request, I hope you enjoy reading!
Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, angst, manipulation, dom/sub, frost giant!Loki, huge size difference, size kink, choking, oral (f and m receiving), deepthroat, throat bulge, marking, biting, rough sex, multiple orgasms, creampie, dirty talk, pet names, begging
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Loki Laufeyson, the Prince of Asgard, God of Mischief with a silver tongue that had eloquently promised to be your equal in every way that was feasibly possible. His wife, his life soul partner, his equal.
Of course, this was not the truth that came from his wicked mouth, over the last few years, there seemed to be fewer truths spoken.
“You’re my priority”.
“I’m doing this for us”.
“This is the last time I try to get the throne”.
Or your personal favourite: “I won’t leave you again”.
All sickening lies because if you were at all his priority or his equal, he wouldn’t be leaving you all alone for weeks, months or even years as he had been exiled, presumed dead or having to live on a different planet after his plans to take over the throne once again failed and caused a catastrophe for you. You’d had enough, you couldn’t live like this anymore.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Loki’s honeyed voice inquired from where he now stood at the entrance to your shared chamber doors.
“I’m going to stay with my mother,” you revealed without further explanation, not stopping with your motions of packing a few of your favourite dresses into a bag.
The sound of the chamber doors shutting echoed around the spacious golden room but you ignored him, even when his deep chuckle seemed to drift through the air, bouncing off of the walls from every direction. You loathed when he reacted like this, laughing off your words like a dismissal of your feelings as he strutted around with arrogance and confidence to belittle your emotions.
“Are you now, my pet?” he asked in a silky smooth voice.
Your body jolted to a stop at the name, he knew what that name did to you, knew how it caused your core to warm with arousal. Shaking your head to try and stay on track with your plans, you couldn’t let him distract you so quickly from your plan, he had failed to listen to your complaints before so you needed to prove that you weren’t messing around this time and actually get some space at your mother's.
Whilst continuing to fill your bag with the essentials, you maintained your confidence, “I am, and you know exactly the reason as to why Loki, I can’t keep doing this.”
“Doing what, exactly?” he pondered from somewhere in the room but you didn’t glance over your shoulder to check.
Your frustrations grew as you huffed out a hot breath, losing more of your patients, pulling on the drawstring of your bag with more strength than you’d needed to. “I can’t keep waiting around for you to return from being exiled”. Turning on the spot to face him directly, you were only met with an empty room, Loki nowhere in sight. Your frustration swiftly turned into anger, not in the mood for his magical tricks, knowing he had hidden from you, “I’m done with your tricks, Loki!”
Without waiting for his response, you quickly walked across the luscious room, shoulders back, bag in hand and deciding that if he said another word, you would just ignore him. However, as you research the door, you were slightly surprised that he hadn’t spoken but isn’t that what you wanted?
Lifting your hands to turn the door handle, your fingertips slide through the golden object as it disappeared before your very eyes. Loki was up to his mischief and you weren’t having it, attempting to push your body against the 15-foot high doors but they were sealed shut.
Burning hot anger rose in the centre of your chest, “You can’t keep me caged in here, Loki!”
His only response was a deep chuckle that once more echoed around the room so you couldn’t tell where it was coming from as you chucked your bad onto the floor, turned to face the empty space and took three large steps until you were away from the door.
“Stop hiding and open the fucking doors, Loki. I’m leaving. I’m fed up with waiting around for you, with your quest to take the throne! I’ve been on my own for too long! Why can’t you just be happy with what you’ve got? With me by your side and as the crowned Prince of Asgard? Why do you have to keep fighting to be the King?!”
A cool hand was suddenly enveloped around your throat and with the sheer size of his long, magical fingers, they nearly wrapped the entire way around your neck. Immediately, you knew you’d said the wrong thing, but with your rising anger, you were bound to say anything to cause a reaction from him which clearly worked as he visualised himself behind you.
Loki never raised his voice around you, even with the numerous arguments shared between you both, he always kept his voice to a balanced level which could be sometimes infuriating as it made you look like the one losing control but it was just another way for him to manipulate you.
So when he began talking in his steady tone, you couldn’t initially tell if he was angry or calm until he finished his sentence. “Do you believe I am unworthy of sitting on the throne then, my love? Is this your big confession after all of these years?”
You were sure he could feel the increase of pounding of your pulse from where he held your neck as your anxiety raised tenfold, trying to recover the words you had said, trying to take them back. “You know that’s not what I meant-”, his hand squeezed ever so slightly harder, not cutting off your airway but more as a warning to remain silent.
“Are you sure about that? Because from what I can interpret, you are unwilling to support my attempts at taking what is rightfully mine”.
This was not what you meant at all, you’d been there every step of the way and he deserved every ounce of glory that he sought after. He was your King, and knowing his hardship with Odin and brother Thor, you supported his journey to the throne but when was it enough? How could you call him your husband if he was hardly even there for you? Attempting to pull free of his grip, you stepped to the side and tried to turn to face him but he held firm, stepping with you so that you still were unable to see him.
Loki tutted, “Oh, there’s no getting out of this one now pet, you’ve betrayed my trust, do you really think I would be letting you out of here again?” You could feel the brush of his lips against the ridge of your ear, causing a shiver to brush through your body as his breath tickled the fine hairs on your face. That damned nickname again, the ownership of it as well as the restraint around your neck was causing your emotions to feel all over the place, mixed between anger and arousal, the submissive part of your brain unsure of what to do. You wanted to make him happy and prove you didn’t mean the words you said, wishing to explain that of course you supported him, you were always loyal but you couldn’t live without him forever, needing to be with him.
Your shoulders visibly sagged in defeat, losing the spark of anger as you were now resorting to back-peddling and trying to apologise for what you’d accidentally said. Opening your mouth, Loki didn’t squeeze his hand, allowing you to talk for a moment. “I just don’t want to be by myself”, you sounded defeated and timid, wanting to lean into his body but once more, his grip on your throat tightened, a sign to keep still again.
Loki’s lips were still hovering close to your ear and you could feel his mouth shape into a grin, “My lonely Princess, have I been treating you unfairly, wife?”
Your eyes shuddered closed at his acknowledgement of your union from all of those many years ago. There was always something so possessive about the way he uttered the word wife, and much like the word pet, he knew exactly what he was doing. Loki rarely said the word wife as well, usually using the pet name “my love”, when referring to you so he was really trying his best to rile you up from angry to aroused.
“Is this what you would prefer instead? For me to stay chained to our chambers and look after my lonely wife, rather than take my claim for the throne? Hmm?” You couldn’t answer even if you wanted to. His taunts were really messing with your mind, confused now between apologising and needing to relieve the tension between your legs at the thought of him naked, waiting in your bed every day just to pleasure you, oh his silver tongue was really tempting today.
Loki then pulled your body flushed against his causing you to whimper with need, wanting to feel more of him. “Shall we find out what you think?” Loki asked with a hint of humour and you already knew what his plan was as his other hand drifted to the top of your thigh, pushing aside material where the open slit was in your long dress. His skin was cooler than your body temperature due to his Frost Giant blood and during your first few years together, you would jump at the touch, but now you welcomed it as his long fingers delved to cup your unclothed cunt.
He always preferred you without underwear and soon you disposed of every pair that you’d owned so he could straight away feel just how slick you were for him, your juices already coating your pussy lips and inside of your sensitive thighs.
Loki audibly sucked in air, “Just as expected darling, dripping wet at the thought of me locked in here with you. Well that’s what you’ve got today dear wife, the door is locked and I am all yours”.
You stumbled slightly as he suddenly released you from his hold as he gave you the opportunity to decide what to do next, continue to leave, shout and argue, or give in to your lust.
You knew and he knew that you would always pick the same one, no matter the situation, the metaphorical choke hold that Loki had on you, the decision was already made.
Without turning to face him, you pushed the straps of your dress off of your shoulders, allowing the material to fall clean off of your body, pooling at your feet, leaving you completely bare for him. Loki sucked in an audible breath between gritted teeth as he looked down your naked spine, lower to the curve of your arse then to your legs, admiring your body and he couldn’t wait anymore.
With a hand on your arm, he turned your body towards him and you jumped into his arms he, was more than ready to catch you with steady hands on each of your thighs, massaging the muscles beneath as your mouth descended on his. All of your passion was put into the kiss, it hurting slightly with how hard you pressed against him, fingers gripping his shoulder-length black hair.
Loki groaned deeply from the back of his throat, tongue pressing against yours to assert dominance and you willingly succumbed whilst subtly trying to grind against his leather uniform, your breasts catching against a strap that twinged your nipples. Releasing his hair, you ran your hands over his shoulders, tugging on his clothing, pulling away from his mouth to make one demand, “Take off your clothes”.
“As my lady commands”, Loki whispered against your lips, lifting a single finger from your body to focus his magic as suddenly your skin was flush against his, lean muscles stretching over his trained body.
You took full advantage of the freedom of materials by tightening your legs that were wrapped around his waist, pushing your wet cunt directly only his abdomen, and rolling your hips to cause your clit to have some stimulation against his body. At the same time, your fingers delved back into his hair, gripping and pulling, forcing his head to snap back and revealing the column of his throat. The overwhelming emotion to mark him, to show that he was yours and as you kissed and sucked on his skin, his deep groan only fueled your plans to make him feel good, once again your submissive tendencies to show him that you believed in him, would always be by his side and you could show that through worshipping him.
You kicked your legs out, trying to pull out of his grasp and he gently placed your feet back to the floor and within a second you were on your knees, hands on the top of his thighs as you marvelled at the proud standing cock you were now eye level with. Your mouth watered, taking in the sight, admiring the veins that were beginning to bulge and the reddening tip that was beginning to leak precum.
You didn’t touch straight away, looking above his cock to Loki whose eyes were closely watching your every move. Smiling slyly, you asked in a sultry voice, “My King, I want to see the real you”.
Loki’s smile turned feral, finger reaching to stroke your cheek in a small sign of reassurance, “Do you think you can deal with it, pet?”
“I can handle anything you are willing to give me, let me look after you my King, let me show you how much I truly love the real you”.
Your husband's eyes changed colour first from their usual pale crystal blue to a blood-pumping red. Sitting back on your heels, you watched Loki shift and change, his legs lengthening, muscles thickening as he grew and grew until he was in his true Frost Giant form skin shifting to deep blue that was lined with lighter shades of raised patterns. You were hypnotised by his true self, the sheer power that he held and the confidence that radiated off of him.
His finger stroked across your cheek once more and your whole body shivered with the contact as his body was now ice-cold. Goosebumps appeared over the skin at the touch, it was such a significant drop in temperature when he was in his frost-giant body so you couldn’t touch him for long but whenever you were willing to, it made Loki incredibly hard.
Reaching up to the tallest height on your knees, both of your hands wrapped around Loki’s shaft that had grown to be proportionate with the rest of his body and could definitely never fit in any of your holes but your mouth would give it a very good go. His skin was just as soft as his Asgardian form and his shaft was still hard and throbbing with your touch but it freezing cold and caused your hands to stiffen in position, almost like when you placed your hands into the snow for too long.
“There’s my King”, you praised and reached to kiss the tip of his giant cock before licking to hole delicately swiping up the precum that was slightly saltier in this form.
“Fuck, my love”, Loki’s voice was deeper now as he watched your mouth open as wide as it could, the skin around your lips stretching slightly as you lay his heavy cock on your flat tongue. “Always feel so good”, he complimented, sighing lowly at the temperature difference as your hot tongue lapped up the underside of his tip over his most sensitive spot.
Even though there was no way you were able to deepthroat Loki with him at this size but you tried your best, wrapping your lips over his tip and sucking, eyes watering as he was already at the back of your throat. This was why your hands were working well, moving up and down his shaft in unison with the sucking of your mouth, tongue swirling over his skin as you tried to ignore just how cold you were.
You wanted to keep going for as long as you could, his words still repeating in your mind of his lack of faith in your belief in him, you needed to prove him wrong. Breathing through your nose, you sucked harder, audibly choking with your efforts to take more of him and the gasps Loki was producing were only spurring you on.
“Doing so well for me Darling, taking my cock more than ever before”, he praised. Your entire body was shivering now, overwhelmed with how cold you were from his body but you didn’t stop or slow down your movements.
Loki could see you were struggling and knew you would speak up, not that you could with his cock in your mouth so he began to shift back to his Asgardian body, body shrinking and warming back to what they were before. Usually, he would always run at a cool temperature but compared to his Frost Giant ice-cold body temp, he felt warm to the touch as you adjusted back to what he once was.
As Loki’s shaft returned back to its usual size, still girthy and long before now at a reasonable size it slipped further down your throat. It was one thing that you were blessed with not having a gag reflex, and your hands rested on the tops of his thighs, allowing them to warm up. You continued to look up at him as your throat bulged with how far he fucked into your mouth and you began to bob your head.
Loki’s thighs tensed under your hands as you move up and down his shaft, quickening in pace, feeling him throb in your throat as you gave a particularly harsh suck.
And then he was pulling out, not uttering a single word as he reached to pull you back into his arms, taking powerful steps towards the bed and then carefully laying you down and you noticed a warm invisible blanket covering your body as he used his magic to continue to heat you up.
Then it was his turn to kneel at the edge of the bed but he didn’t have as much restraint as you, needing to taste your arousal, desperate to hear your moans.
Loki’s wicked tongue pushed through your folds and lapped up everything you had to offer, licking your juices before pushing into your hole, feeling it already clenching around his muscle that tried to reach as far as it could, stroking your walls. His hands were harshly holding your thighs spread wide and inviting for him, feeling them tremble as he swiped across your bundle of nerves.
You reached down to pull on his hair but he quickly snapped on your wrist, holding it down to your hips as his mouth continued to explore your pussy.
“Keep still”, Loki demanded as you tried to roll your hips against his face, seeing if you would listen to his instructions but he knew that you wouldn’t already too lost in pleasure. His teeth grazed over your clit, sending a hot spark into your abdomen, shouting out louder. 
“More!” you weren’t sure of exactly what but Loki could read you like a book, removing his mouth from your cunt only so that he could bite on your inner thigh, not hard at first but as you tried to shift your hips closer to him, he increased the pressure. This was how he spent the next few minutes, shifting between licking cunt and sucking along the inside of your sensitive thighs, biting occasionally, leaving indents with his teeth.
“Need…need to cum”, you gasped, still trying and failing to reach for him, your thighs sensitive and sore but the mix between pleasure and pain was perfect.
“You can cum”, Loki rewarded, and he spoke directly against your clit, causing the vibrations to rumble deep into your core and then he was back sucking on the throbbing nub, his chin pushing against your hole, stimulating it and bringing you over the edge.
With the way you were being restrained, all you could do was cry out in ecstasy, your breath getting caught in your throat with how good it felt as your cunt pulsed and Loki’s tongue kept lapping prolonging the pleasure until you collapsed back. Looking down at him with half-lidded eyes, you mewled pathetically, wanting to feel him, wanting more of him, the argument and feelings you were feeling earlier already a distant memory.
Loki listened to your desperate noises and smirked as he began crawling up your body, his cock occasionally bobbing to touch your stomach. Dipping his head down, he grazed along your collarbones with his teeth before caressing with his tongue, “What do you want? Use your words, Darling”.
“Want your cock inside of me, I want you to fill me up, please!” you begged, your hands finally not being held down anymore meant that you could claw at his back, feeling the muscles flex beneath.
Loki smiles hearing your pleas and sets into motion, easing his weight back onto his knees, giving him space to turn you over and onto your front, lifting your hips up so you were perking your ass and cunt into the air for him.
“Good girl”, he praised, seeing you shake your hips to will him to touch you. Easing between your legs, subtly spreading your knees further to give him more room, he smeared his cock up and down your folds, listening to your precious whimpers before pushing into your entrance.
Loki was slow with his initial penetration, giving you time to stretch around him but after that, he was held no restraint as he began fucking you hard. His hips slapped against yours, forcing you to bounce up and down on the bed, his balls grazing against your clit with each thrust and his hands gripped your hips painfully, holding your arse in place.
You wanted to reach for him, hoping to grip a part of his body in some way as you rested your weight on your neck and reached behind but Loki had other ideas as he grabbed both of your hands and held them against your lower back, now using this to help keep you in place.
He felt so good, dominating your body, knowing exactly what you liked, feeling his girthy cock pounding into your pussy, bashing against your cervix. 
Loki could feel how much you were beginning to clench around him, and quickly released your arms, deciding that he needed to feel you closer. He pulled you up onto your knees, his arm supporting your body so you didn’t tip forward again, his chest pressed firmly against your spine.
Then he was back nuzzling into the junction between your neck and shoulder. “Mine”, he mumbled possessively against your neck and once more, he knew exactly what the ownership did to you. Your arms reached behind you to grip his hair, holding him against your neck, pushing your hips back to meet his thrusts.
“Loki….yes!” you gasped, already sensitive from the first orgasm so the second snuck up on you, especially with this new angle and being so close to him. Thankfully he was strong enough to support your weight as your thighs trembled with the convulsions in your cunt.
You hadn’t even caught your breath before Loki was grunting out what he wanted, “I’m close, need to look into your eyes as I’m filling you with my seed”.
Once more, you allow him to manhandle you, his grip releasing so you toppled onto the bed face first, and then were turned onto your back so you were now looking up at him. His lean body was over yours in a second, his cock slipping back in as his hand held your jaw so you couldn’t look away, not that you wanted to, especially with the way his eyes had softened.
“I’d never leave you, Darling”, he whispered, his lips barely grazing yours and on instinct you reached for him, a hand resting on his back and the other cupping his cheek.
“You’re my king, you’ll always be my king Loki, please know that”, it was his time to find his pleasure, in hearing the devotion in your voice. Loki’s eyebrows knitted together, mouth dropping open, your name pouring out as his thrusts lost their tempo and his cum began coating your cunt.
You hold him to his chest as he relaxes over you, breathing heavily, fingers idly stroking along your sides as you stroked back his hair. Neither of you wanted to move from the spot but eventually Loki rolled off so that he could look you over properly, hand cupping your cheek.
“Do you want me to unpack your bags, darling Wife?”
A small smile spread across your cheeks, “Only if you promise to take me with you when you plan to take over the throne next time”.
“I promise”, he replied, leaning in to kiss you softly.
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multifandomfix · 7 months
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Shower You With Love — Loki Laufeyson
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Summary: As you prepare for a shower after a tough bout of training, Loki makes an appearance, catching you in quite the compromising position, but it turns out he knows that you’re attracted to him, and wants to give you everything you desire.
Word Count: 1,320
Warnings: Female!Reader, Smut, Shower Sex, Teasing, Dom Loki, Simultaneous Orgasm
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You came out of the training session doused with sweat. Natasha really brought her all today. It didn’t help that Tony was distracting you at every opportunity. But that’s what it had been about. Always think on your feet, don’t let anything get to you. It made you a better fighter. And it worked. You were better. You were also drained, hot, and eager to make your escape.
Tony had gotten the upper hand this time. He threw you off by getting you to spill a secret in the midst of battle. It had been just the thing to let Natasha get one over on you. A mistake you surely wouldn’t make again. The only thing you were still wondering is how he knew about your crush on Loki.
You pondered this as you headed for the showers. You’d never let anything slip about it, at least not to your knowledge. Had you stared too long, become a little too taken with Loki's flirtatious nature? You could have sworn you were careful. Anyhow, you’d paid Tony back for poking into your private life. He had the arm of his suit to fix after all. You smiled at your sabotage of one of his precious iron man suits. He’d be working on that for the rest of the day, you suspected.
Still with a smirk on your face you began to peel off the clothes that stuck to your body. With your shirt off and thrown down nearby, you reached in and turned the water on, so it would be warm enough when you stepped in. Stripping out of the rest of your sweaty clothes, you take a moment to feel the air on your clammy skin. It was chilly, but refreshing.
"Quite a sight," came a voice from the doorway. You nearly jumped out of your skin. What’s worse was that you realized a second later that the voice belonged to Loki.
"Loki," you shouted as you desperately tried to cover yourself with your hands, "get out of here."
"I will go if you wish me to, but I was under the impression that you’d be more…agreeable, to seeing me here," he said, a grin playing at his lips.
"And where did you get that idea," you began to accuse, scrambling for a towel to preserve whatever remained of your modesty, but your words lost their conviction when you realized you knew the answer. "Damn it, Stark," you cursed. How the hell had he gotten it out of you? Either way, he was going to pay with more than a screwed up suit for this embarrassment.
"Don’t be shy," Loki went on, taking a few steps toward you. "Stark may have filled me in to your little secret, but I’m here of my own accord, I assure you." Your heart was hammering away in your chest. This couldn’t be the real Loki. Tony had to have created a hologram or something to further tease you about your crush.
"Mmm, water's warm," Loki said, and the fact that the water hit his hand had ruled out that theory. That left one plausible option. Loki was here, with you, in the shower room of the Avengers tower, and he was coming on to you. "Mind if I join," he asked.
You were too stunned to speak. "Alright, blink once for yes, twice for no." That, you supposed you could manage. You blinked once. "Very good." In one swift motion, Loki took off his shirt and threw it on the ground next to yours. You watched his every movement, still having doubts about your reality. When he was completely nude he looked back to you, who still stood staring wide eyed at him.
"I am flattered, but had I known you were so keen to watch I would have put on more of a show," he flirted. "Drop the towel," he suggested. "I already had an eyeful the moment I walked in."
"Uh, right, yeah," you managed. It felt strange to talk, as if this were a script you hadn’t prepared for. Yet you still didn’t drop the towel.
Loki chuckled. "May I," he asked. Again, a nod you could manage, but words were still failing you. Loki stepped up to you, and gently pried your fingers from their iron clad grip around the bath towel. Once it was free, it pooled at your feet. "You are a vision," Loki stated, taking a step back to drink you in fully. "Our shower awaits." He takes your hand and guides you forward, taking you in under the strong spray of the water. He shuts the door, offering the two of you privacy before finally seizing your lips in a kiss.
You kissed him back with fervor, finally giving yourself over to the moment, and prepared to experience Loki in all his glory. He laughed against your lips at your sudden ferocity. "That’s more like it," he encouraged. He pressed your back against the shower wall, the stream of water now flowing over his hair, wetting his black curls. Somehow that made him even more attractive.
As his kisses became more heated, you feel him start to get hard against you. You’re suddenly even more desperate to have him than you’d ever been. "Loki," you whined, your carnal needs taking over.
"Patience, my love," he urged. His hands went to your waist, following along the curves and dips of your body. "Turn around for me."
You did as he said, careful to mind your footing. Again, his hands roamed your body. You could still feel the heat as it rose to your cheeks, an entirely different heat from the steam of the shower.
Loki ran a hand up the inside of your thigh, moving your legs further apart to be able to accommodate him. His arms went around your waist, chin meeting your shoulder to whisper in your ear, barely heard above the running water, "Legs apart for me. There’s a good girl."
His fingers traced your folds before you felt him enter you, fucking you slowly. You were moaning like crazy, but you didn’t care how pathetic you sounded. Loki being inside you felt better than any version of heaven could ever hope to offer you. He kept his rhythm slow and steady for so long that it felt like your head was spinning. "M—more," you begged, your voice strained as you struggled to voice your need under the thick haze of your arousal.
"Well, as you wish, my dear. If you’re sure you can handle it."
"Please."
Loki pressed himself closer, deeper, his left hand sliding around you and splaying out across your belly, and his right squeezing softly at your throat. His pace quickened, hips thrusting with more force. It took everything in your being not to scream out in ecstasy, not that you imagined Loki would mind if you had. He seemed to be spurred on by your vocalizations.
What had just been agonizingly slow now was reaching its fever pitch. Loki's thrusts became more erratic as he clenched onto you, pressing you both to the shower wall to keep upright. His hand traveled down to your clit, ensuring you could come when he did. As you started to shake around him, a tell tale sign that he’d done his job well, Loki released inside of you without a second thought.
As soon as your collective orgasm had passed, Loki pulled out of you, and turned you to face him. He kissed you deeply, turning off the water and carrying you out of the shower. Once you were safely seated, Loki snatched your towel from the floor. "Happy to assist any time you should require me," he told you with a wink. He grabbed another towel hanging nearby, dried himself off and flashed you a smile before leaving. You might just have to increase the frequency of your showers.
For anon
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insphoeration · 4 months
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Loki imagine that I dreamed about
Imagine you’re dating Bucky and he’s a great boyfriend but one day on a mission he cheats on you with Nat (she’s either your best friend or someone you’re insecure about your pick either way this part is going to hurt) and you are heartbroken because she’s Natasha fucking Romanoff and you’re just a data analyst working for the avengers
And Bucky feels like shit about the whole situation, he tries to get you to talk to him despite you doing everything in your power to avoid him
This part is extra angsty but one day not that long after all the drama happens, you get hurt and are kept at the tower under close surveillance because they think you hurt yourself on purpose
You become hysterical as people around you treat you like you’re insane up to the point where you actually to try to hurt yourself
Then one day, you disappear
They check the cameras and they see that someone must have tampered with the cameras because one second you were there and the next you were gone
A year later, Thor shows up with you on his left and Loki on his right, you’re dressed like a goddess with a long emerald green hooded cape and the avengers are speechless
Thor had convinced you and Loki to accompany him to earth to help the avengers with whatever it was they got themselves into this time and when you got there Thor and Loki were excited to have you show off your powers having known all about everything that transpired between you and the avengers
Thor and Loki are jumping up and down with excitement, suggesting you go up against vision, the others are hesitant stating that it would not be a fair fight and Thor and Loki know it’s not a fair fight but not for you
And Loki walks you to your starting position on one side of the room and kisses your cheek reminding you to be brutal and you giggle and wink at him and remind him that you always are
You defeat vision and run into Loki’s arms and he spins you around with a grin and you giggle
As it turns out, after you disappeared, you somehow ended up at the new York sanctum where you were trained by the ancient one, eventually you begin to expand yourself across the nine realms, helping where needed when you met Loki
The three of you and the avengers sit down together to discuss your alliance and an asgardian prisoner the avengers captured
The avengers start to argue about what to do with the prisoner when they ask Thor because the prisoner is from Asgard and yeah
Thor chuckles and says “the prisoner will return to Asgard where he will be punished accordingly”
And someone asks what he plans to do with the prisoner and this time Loki chuckled because this is evidently the best thing ever but Thor speaks
"That is not up to me, that is up to the king and queen of Asgard." He smiled proudly, looking at you.
And you smile back at him and take Loki's hand and the room descends into chaos
People are talking over each other, asking Thor how he could give up the throne to his brother, how you could be with someone like Loki, how and when you even got your powers, and what even were your powers.
"Enough." You silenced with a commanding voice.
"The prisoner will come back to Asgard where he will be punished for his crimes. Under the queen's command."
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yunggoblin · 5 months
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Can I? - Loki Laufeyson (18+)
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Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x Female!Reader
Summary: Loki has been hiding his Frost Giant form but on an accidental slip during a hot occasion you can't help but to ask him to 'suck it'.
Warnings: +18, Mature, Smut, Oral, Frost Giant Smut, Dirty Talk, Minors DNI!
Word Count: 1,918
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It was a cozy Friday evening, everything in the world was perfect, no evil villains to fight, no wars to get involved with other countries and no civilians getting hurt during it all. The soft rain pitter pattered against the shingles on the room, the gentle blow of the wind pushed the rain droplets against your apartment window making soft thumping sounds when the fat raindrops hit.
You sat on the large couch, sprawled out flipping through channels, there was nothing catching your attention only for a mere few seconds then you flipped the channel. Bored with the television you turned down the volume, your attention was now on something else, no, someone else.
Your boyfriend was in his little corner of the living room, sitting in a comfortable single chair with a book in his right hand. His beautiful baby blue eyes skimmed across the page of the book only to flip it with his other hand and continued on reading. His page turner hand (left hand) went to his jaw, his slender fingers pressing against jaw as his tongue slowly darted across his lower lip as if he was focusing on the book even more, to be one with the book, even thought you’ve seen him read that book front to back, cover to cover over a thousand times. What more does he need to understand with that book?
That didn’t stop you from admiring him. Your eyes drifted downwards to his muscular arms, even with the light book in his hands his biceps flexed beneath the cotton shirt. Skimming down his slender body, he sat man spreading in his chair, his legs open for you to enjoy the bulge nestled in between his legs, you outlined the curve of his cock with your eyes, drinking in his posture. The tight slacks you got him one Christmas were your favorite. Loki complained a bit about how they were a little too tight in the crotch area but you insisted that they would stretch over time. They did no and stayed tight no matter how many times he wore them and how many times they’ve been through the wash. 
You clenched your thighs as your mind started to become clouded with lust. Not containing yourself anylong you climbed down off the couch and was on all fours on the floor and started to crawl towards Loki. Wedging yourself in between his legs, Loki pulled the book off to the side and smiled down at you. “Hello, darling.” He hummed. “What can I do for you, my love?” His voice was soft as he spoke to you, noticing that glint in your eyes. He knew that look, he just wanted to hear you say it.
“Well, since we basically have the day off and it’s a Friday I was thinking of a better way to kick start our weekend. Something a bit hotter than reading that book of yours a thousandth time.” You licked your lips, only to bite your bottom lip hiding your grin.
“Oh yeah?” Loki cocked his head to the side slightly, “and what would that be?” 
You pouted looking up at him. “Maybe something like this?” You stood up and straddled Loki in his reading chair, only leg over the other on his lap. “Maybe something like kissing.” Your lips traced over his neck, up his jaw line and to his ear lobe where you nibbled at it. 
“Hmm, a little light kissing does sound hotter than reading this book.” Loki relaxed into the chair a bit more. “Anything else?” He placed his hands on your ass.
“Maybe get a little friction going.” You breathed against his ear, slowly grinding yourself against his lap. A soft gasp escaped your lips as your clothed clit grinded against his slack, the roughness giving off that perfect satisfaction. 
“Y- Yeah? Friction is always good.” Loki hummed, his hands kneading your ass, pulling you closer as you were practically humping him now. “Shit.” Loki whispered as you grind yourself harder onto him, his cock waking up and blood rushing south as he grew larger. 
Your sloppy kisses dragged out away from his ear lobe, down his neck and back up to his jaw line. “Maybe even slip a little of your tip inside me.” You innocently said. 
“Fuck, by the gods I’d love that. Fuck my tip in that tight little hole of yours.” Loki moaned as your lips were on his in seconds, you both moaning against each other's mouths. Loki’s right hand went to the back of your head, kissing you harder as his left hand came down on your ass, spanking you. 
Your hips grind harder against his pants, humping him at a pace you both thought was pleasant. You hissed softly as Loki grabbed your hair and pulled your head back, his lips soon attacking your throat, his teeth sinking down into your neck making you cry loudly. His teeth seemed to be a bit sharper than usual but you paid little knowledge to it. Your eyes closed, head tilted back as Loki kept rutting against you each time you grind down on him. Loki pulled away from your neck, moaning. “Fuck, I need you, now. I need to be inside you, Y/N.” 
As you opened your eyes to take off your shirt you met something you’ve never seen before but only heard stories of. You gasped loudly, almost backing away from Loki but froze in his lap. Loki’s crystal blue eyes were now ruby red and his pale skin was now a dark blue with markings around his body and somehow his body was even slightly larger than before, you might even dare say bigger than Thor.
“L- Loki.” You swallowed. “You’re eyes.” You breathed out, they were beautiful as he stared at you in confusion only to raise his hand to see this true form. 
“I- I need you to leave- please, Y/N go.” Loki begged, choking up as tears started to welt in his eyes. “I can’t have you see me like this, please. I’ve never wanted you to see me like this.” Loki turned his face so you couldn’t see him or the tears streaming down his cheeks. 
You sat on his lap, not moving while he still hasn’t looked at you, not even from the corner of his eye. You settled yourself against him, accidentally grinding your hips against him until you froze again. 
His cock. His cock felt much thicker than before, girthier and heavier. You’ve only heard stories about Loki’s true form from his adopted brother, Thor and here you were, sitting on the God of Mischiefs lap while he was in his full Frost Giant form. This was most likely ever going to be your only chance to ever see him like this again. “C- Can I…” You paused, your mouth watering so much from the saliva you were collecting. You were getting yourself too excited for this question.
“Y- Yes, yes you can leave.” Loki finished the sentence he thought you were going to say.
“Can I suck it?” You asked quietly as Loki spoke.
Loki snapped his head towards you, his bright bloody red eyes looking at you. “What did you say?” He breathed out.
“Your cock.” You pussy fluttered. “Can I suck your cock?” You asked again. 
“You’re not disgusted by this… this monstrous form I’m in?” Loki asked, his long black hair flowing over his shoulder. 
“What? No, I’ve been dreaming of seeing you like this, I’ve only heard stories about you in this form.” You licked your bottom lip and smiled, tucking a strand of his long hair behind his blue ear. “And, besides, between you and me I think this form of you is pretty fucking hot.” 
Loki exhaled through his nostrils, his cock twitched as you flirted with him. “You truly want to suck it?”
“More than anything.” 
“Even if you might choke while taking it all, I’m pretty big.” Loki pushed his hips upwards, his very long length grazed against your aching pussy. 
A soft whine left your throat. “I know, I can tell.” You hummed at his impressive new size. 
“Well then, what are we waiting for?” Loki leaned back in his chair, spreading his legs even more for you to take the invite. 
You smiled largely at him as you climbed off his lap and quickly undid his pants, dragging them down his muscular blue thighs. You swallowed the saliva collecting in your mouth at the sight of him. His large cock had a few extra veins on it along with the same markings on his forearms, you exhaled a breath, the hotness hitting his cock making it twitch. Pre-come was already dripping from the top of it and down the side of his dick. 
“I’m waiting.” He said as he stared down at you.
“Yes my king.” You leaned forward, wasting no time to wrap your lips around the thick tip of his cock and slowly going downwards, letting his cock enter your throat you moaned around him. 
“Hmm, fuck.” Loki sighed, placing his hand on the back of your head. “Fuck, Y/N. I want to see you choke on me.” Loki growled as he pulled your hair back and held it in a ponytail with one hand. “I want to see your face dripping with my come.” Loki pumped his hips upwards making his cock forcefully go down your throat a bit farther. 
You exhaled a breath through your nose, eyes shut as you moaned around him as he started to fuck your face. Hollowing your cheeks, you lapped your tongue around his cock, suckling him down more each time he pushed his dick down your throat. “Fuck- yes good girl, good Y/N. You’re so good at pleasing your king.” 
Your stomach fluttered and your pussy clenched around nothing, betting to be filled by him. You needed to have him inside of you and you weren’t leaving until he was. “Fuck, Y/N.” Loki’s grip on your hair tightened as his cock swelled in your mouth, you knew he was close to blowing his load. You gagged around his cock as he was speeding up his pace, fucking your mouth roughly now. Pre-come and saliva collected at the corner of your mouth, tears spilled down your cheeks as you were now begging for air. 
“Close- fuck, that’s it- right there, right fuckin’ there!” Loki roared with one last pump. Loki's come exploded inside of your mouth making you moan and forcing yourself to swallow his come, not missing any of his seeds. Once Loki knew you had taken all of him he slowly lifted you up from his now soft cock, which was still an impressive size. 
“Are you okay?” Loki asked in his soft voice once more.
“I’m more than okay.” You laughed, sniffing slightly as you wiped your tears away. “Better than okay.” You kissed the tip of his cock which had it twitching back to life once more.
“Easy love, unless you want another round, you best stop there.”
“I do, I want this fat cock in me.” 
Loki stood up, his lower half still naked, his cock now fully erect as he picked you up. “Bedroom, now.”
As Loki pulled you into the bedroom to pump his second load in you, you couldn’t help but to think of how it was indeed a perfect cozy Friday evening for a perfect fuck by your Frost Giant boyfriend.
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chocolatechipkiki · 7 months
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Say My Name
Loki x Fem!Reader
W/C: 3,113
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𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭 (𝐨𝐛𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲), 𝐏𝐢𝐧𝐕 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐬, 𝐝𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠, "𝐬𝐞𝐱 𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜" (𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲)
𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: 𝘼𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙖 𝙞𝙣 𝙖 𝙗𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙥𝙧𝙖𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙇𝙤𝙠𝙞 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙛𝙚𝙬 𝙙𝙖𝙮𝙨, 𝙖𝙨𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙗𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙨𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙛𝙪𝙡𝙛𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜. 𝙉𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙞𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙨, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙨𝙤𝙤𝙣 𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙥𝙧𝙖𝙮𝙚𝙧𝙨…
Soapy water splashes across your hands as you swirl the blue sponge around the dirty plate. Your hips sway to the beat of the song playing in your headphones, and you sing along to the lyrics quietly as you continue washing the last of the dishes. Surprisingly enough, chore time is one of your favorite parts of the day, because you get to dance around and sing and get into such a groove that you forget that you're even doing chores. 
Once you place the last dish into the dishwasher, you start it up and bring the damp sponge around your countertops, scraping away any remaining crumbs from making your dinner earlier. You continue jamming out to your music as you grab the broom and pretend to use it as a microphone, swinging your head from side to side and acting as if you're performing in front of an audience.
You giggle to yourself as you sweep your kitchen, finally finishing the last of your cleaning routine. Your heart beats a little faster as you realize what that means - bedtime! Your favorite part of your day.
Your friends would poke fun at how much you enjoyed going to bed. They would tease the idea of why you enjoyed it so much with big imaginations, which would always succeed in bringing a blush to your cheeks. They may have been joking but they were always spot on as to why you wanted to go to bed.
It meant personal time. You time. 
You first noticed how much you needed release at the end of your days when you were still younger and curious. Then, you were still ashamed of yourself for wanting it, but now you embraced it. Your fantasies ranged from lighthearted, vanilla reveries with random people you found attractive throughout your day to sultry, erotic daydreams with people you shouldn't think of like that. 
But recently you had come across an idea from a book you were reading in your free time. It spoke of rituals performed by ancient civilizations to enhance sex. Your interest piqued and you had taken to the internet to learn more. Much to your surprise, the world had a lot to offer you in the knowledge of sex magic - and you had become particularly fond of one god in particular to pray to during your little sessions. 
The first time you whispered his name while your hands roamed your body, you hadn't felt much different. Nothing seemed to change, and your release was more or less the same. The second time revealed the same outcome. So had the third.
But it was the fourth time, when your hands trailed down to your core slowly, leaving goosebumps in their wake, that you had whispered his name and felt a rush of excitement flow through you that you'd never felt before. It was like your senses had been dialed past sensitive, and every single thing you felt became more noticeable - the bedsheets beneath you, the cool air surrounding you, the change in your breath as your fingers finally grazed your folds. You had also sworn you felt something brush your ear that night while you moaned his name out to your ceiling, but you didn't know if it was just your heightened senses making your hair more noticeable or if something - or someone - was there. But when you had opened your eyes to investigate, your room was exactly how it was when you had started - empty.
Now, you try to calm your excitement as you wander to your bathroom, washing your face and brushing your teeth so you can go straight to sleep once you finish. You close your bedroom door behind you afterwards, and begin to strip your clothes, barely able to conceal your excitement anymore. You light one of your candlesticks and then use it to light the others around your room. Then you slide onto your bed and focus your breathing down to a slow, rhythmic pace. 
You imagine the god you were praying to for the past few nights in your head. His tall, chiseled body towering over you. His strong hands caressing your soft skin. His blue eyes staring down into yours with lustful mischief. Once you have a strong vision, you begin your prayer.
"Loki..." you whisper, sliding your hands up your thighs slowly, imagining them being his own. "Please, bless me with your presence tonight..." Your hands reach your stomach, twisting and continuing up to your breasts, flicking your nipples with slight urgency as your excitement builds. "I beg you, Loki, make me feel... amazing..." 
For a moment, nothing happens, and you wonder if maybe your last night was nothing more than a fluke. You could have just been on the right day of your cycle, or eaten something in particular that heightened your arousal. 
Disheartened, you huff. Surely you could still find release without the same feelings as the night before? It wouldn't exactly be hard, you've been doing this for years. You decide to revel in the fantasy of Loki being here anyways, and after a few moments, your fingers are swirling perfect circles around your clit with urgency. You know how to get yourself there - you learned very quickly what did and didn't feel great. You say his name, calling out to your ceiling in the dim lighting. But for some reason, you can't. Quite. Get. There.
After your third time of getting oh so close but losing the building feeling quickly, something like a desperate whine leaves your lips. 
"Oh, it burns you, does it not?" a deep voice asks from your bedside. Your hands flinch up from your needy core and your eyes shoot open, landing on a tall, shadowed man standing beside your bed with a smirk upon his lips.
You should be screaming. Slipping out of your bed and making a run for your phone that you stupidly left in the bathroom in your eagerness. Asking him who he was. How he got in your apartment. Anything. But for some reason, you feel absolutely frozen, staring up into blue eyes that seem almost... familiar.
"L-Loki?" you whisper, and the shadow lets out a low chuckle. 
"So she speaks," he says. He stalks around your bed now with his hands clasped behind his back, eyes roaming your still-naked body out and on display in the candlelight. You self consciously press your thighs together, which brings another chuckle from Loki, now on the opposite side of your bed. "Nervous, are we?" he asks, reaching out and brushing a strand of your hair from your face. You flinch at the contact - not because of fear, but because it almost felt like lightning shot through your skin where he touched you. 
"W-Wha-" you begin, wanting to ask what he could possibly be doing in your room, of all places. You hadn't even known he was real, let alone that he could hear prayers. But he cuts you off by pressing his finger to your lips and shushing you gently.
"Oh, starlight, you've got so many questions running through that pretty little head of yours," he says. "Need not worry yourself with those now. We both know it doesn't matter."
Your brows furrow together at his comment, causing him to straighten his back, retreating from you and narrowing his eyes. "Oh, so you choose to feign innocence in the wake of my presence?" he asks. Your unwavering expression of confusion makes him smirk again. He walks away from your bed and to one of your bookshelves. He pulls out a particularly pretty-covered one, tracing the title slowly with his long index finger. "You've been wanting me to show up, darling. That's why you pray to me, each night when you plunge your fingers into that tight little cunt of yours." He places the book back into its place and turns back to face you. "You can claim innocence, you're nothing but a filthy little whore, aren't you?" 
Heat rises to your cheeks suddenly as you struggle to process his words. The past few nights that you had been praying to Loki, lust-filled voice calling up to your ceiling and hands pleasuring where you wanted it most, he had been listening, watching even. He knew you were praying to him. He responded to you last night, when everything felt different. That was him. He made you sensitive to every little thing going on. He had brushed your ear, probably doing exactly what he had just done now - tucking a strand of your hair away from your face.
Your eyes finally refocus on his blue ones, trying to find the words to defend yourself. But before you can manage even a single syllable, he disappears and reappears on top of your body, forcing his leg between your thighs and pinning each of your wrists beside your head. "You're clearly inexperienced in the art of sex magic. So I'll let you in on a little rule that you broke, sweetling."
His breath is hot against your skin as he leans down to whisper in your ear. "You're not supposed to come until the deity you're praying to allows you to do so. And how many times have you come undone at the thought of me, hm?" A shiver runs right down your spine and decides to settle in your stomach as your heart thrums rapidly in your chest. How many times had it been? Easily a couple dozen, and mostly from just the prior night, as your heightened senses had made it easier to go for another round nearly immediately after a climax. Loki snickers in your ear, almost as if he heard your thoughts.
"Oh, how most certainly unfortunate this will be for you, my sweet," he says, leaning back up to look into your eyes with lust. "I guess you'll have to make it up to me." 
Without giving you a moment to process your thoughts about the matter, Loki presses his lips to yours, kissing you with an urgency you didn't know a god could possess. He forces his tongue inside your mouth and explores with curiosity, pressing his body to yours. 
You're completely pinned to the bed underneath him, unable to move. His leg presses into your cunt, causing friction on your swollen nub. You find your eyes fluttering shut and your mouth kissing him back, and before you know it, a deep moan rumbles in your chest. How long has it been since a kiss felt this good to you? How long has it been since you have messed around with someone else? Even with the heightened senses of last night clear in your memory, it still hadn't felt this good. You could come alone from the friction and the heat of this kiss if it wasn't for the fact that he pulls away to look into your eyes once more.
A shy whine sounds from your throat, and Loki's kiss-swollen lips quirk up into the same smirk as before. "I was right, you are a little slut for me," he says, sitting up and pulling his dark green tunic up and over his head. Your eyes wander over his bare upper half with lustful eyes. You spent the past week imagining this body, but none of your wildest fantasies even compare to the masterpiece before you now. You reach out and trace a finger down his torso, much to his surprise. His head falls back as a groan rumbles in his chest. You continue to trail your finger down, down, until you reach the waistband of his pants, and he quickly snatches your wrist up in his hand. "Patience, sweet thing," he growls, pushing you back to the bed and crawling backwards on the bed until his head is level with your thighs.
You watch on with eagerness, forgetting completely about his words from before. His blue eyes look almost predatory as he stares at your body, leaning down and nipping at your thigh. You suck in a breath through your teeth, and your hips buck forward slightly. He places a hand firmly on your abdomen, warning you with his eyes to keep still. You try to (you really do), but every time his teeth catch the skin of your thighs, you jolt. You're sensitivity is going to get you in trouble.
But right when you think you can't take it anymore, he slides his index finger gently up your folds, making you shiver and squeak in delight. "You're already so wet, and I've barely done a thing," he says, bringing the finger to his mouth and licking your slick from it. The lasciviousness of the sight makes you throw your head back onto the pillow. He just looks so... divine. The picture of sexual nature. The perfect being of desire alone. He makes a sound very similar to when someone takes the first sip of hot chocolate on a cold day. It makes your cheeks heat up.
"Staring is rude," Loki says, smirking at you and now undoing his pants. He shifts on the bed again and your heart drums excitedly in your chest despite his comment. You're overcome with the desire to have him fill you completely, and as if sensing your sudden eagerness for him, he slows his movements to a teasing pace. His eyes stare at your body hungrily as he waves his hand. You watch in awe as a shimmer of green flows from his fingertips.
But when you go to shift and get a better look, you realize that you can't move. Your arms are restrained by some invisible force above your head. Loki snickers as he watches the confusion on your face. "Oh dearest pet, your innocence in the matter of magic is quite entertaining," he says. In one quick movement, he spreads your legs and aligns his cock with your dripping core. "But if you don't mind, I would much rather be making you scream my name." And with that, he shoves his entire length into you, making you throw your head back and let out a slightly pained sound. But the jolt of pain is quickly replaced by the feeling of pleasure, and your breath heaves in time with his. Your walls stretch to accommodate his rather sizeable member, and he seems to be relishing in the feeling of simply being inside you.
You desire to touch him - to run your fingers through his dark strands and dig your nails into his back. But with the restraints holding your arms up above you, all you can do is stare and admire the feeling of him. He feels your eyes on him and looks up finally to meet them. Something absolutely primal fills his expanded pupils, and your body seems to react by mirroring it.
Every little twitch of his still cock inside your walls sends a flurry of butterfly-like pleasure through your body. You can smell your arousal, his thin layer of sweat, the candles you lit. Every single thread of the silk bedsheets beneath your skin is giving you goosebumps, and you can hear Loki's shuddery breath perfectly. 
He did it again. He heightened your senses.
"Listen, pet," Loki starts, and his voice sends another shiver down your spine. "Do not come until I tell you to, or I promise, you won't like the consequences that follow." 
He pulls away from you just enough that the red tip of his cock rests just inside you, and then without warning, he begins a dreadfully leisurely pace of fucking you. You moan out despite the slow thrusts, but feel panic in your chest as you realize that you're already so close. "L-Loki-" you whine, not really knowing what else to do.
"Ah, ah, my sweet. I told you that you would be making it up to me. But maybe if you're a good little fucktoy for me, I'll let you come eventually," he says, picking up his pace. You bite the inside of your cheek and pull against the restraints desperately. You don't know how you'll be able to keep yourself from climaxing when this just feels so good.
Loki lifts one of your legs up and onto his shoulder, positioning himself to hit your g-spot, and you swear you're seeing stars at the intensity of the feeling. He moans out now with you, planting feverish kisses to your thigh as he continues to quicken his pace.
"That's it, slut. Take my cock. Revel in the feeling of nothing else but me. Fill your senses with me. Say my name," Loki says between shuddery breaths. You barely hear him over the sounds of your moans and the provocative slaps of skin on skin.
"Lokiii," you moan, and he seems dissatisfied.
"I said, say my name," he repeats.
"L-Loki!" you say louder. He groans and throws his head back.
"Say my name!" he growls as he chases his climax.
"LOKI!" you practically scream as he pounds into you. You feel your vision going blurry with the effort you're putting in to not come undone. Loki's raven hair is falling from it's neat slick backed place and his thrusts get sloppy.
"Go ahead, precious. Come for me," he says. He barely finishes the words before you scream out, your eyes seemingly blacking out as your climax crashes over you with such ferocity that you can barely breathe. His own quickly follows, pounding into you relentlessly and whispering praises the entire time as he fills you with his hot seed.
You don't regain your sight until he pulls his softening cock from you, chest still heaving from the intensity of his undoing. He brings the back of his hand to his face, wiping the sweat from his forehead and flashing you a cocky grin. He climbs back over you, his eyes still filled with desire. Genuine fear makes your blood run cold. 
How could he possibly still be aroused after that?
"You did so well for me," he says, placing a finger beneath your chin. He caresses your cheek with his thumb, studying your exhausted face with curiosity. Suddenly, he grabs your chin assertively. "You're mine now, pet. Do you understand?" You nod to the best of your ability. "Words, darling."
"I-I understand," you stutter out, your voice hoarse from screaming his name minutes before.
"Good. Now flip over and put your pretty little ass in the air for me. I'm not done with you yet."
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ghostfacesvalentine · 5 months
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HALLOWEEN DAY 8: Graveyard date - Loki Laufeyson x Fem!Reader
Pairing: Loki x Fem!Reader
Warnings: Spooky theme, graveyard date, smut, all kinds of nasty stuff idk. Squirting/fingering/non-protective sex/tiny bit of dd/lg
Type: One shot 
Request: N/A
Word Count: 2,493
Prompt: Loki decides to take the reader on a graveyard date, what can I say, he has a flair for the dramatic, probably one of the hottest most goth smut/romance writings I’ve ever written so far. Enjoy I know I did
Notes: No I didn't proofread, when do I do that. This is just vampiric smut; quickly turned into nsfw I am sorrie what was I thinking 
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This night was so elegant, you never expected anything less from your beloved Loki. You were incredibly enamored with him and his romanticisms, he seemed to always exceed expectations. 
Loki had taken it upon himself to give you the most beautiful vampire-esque kind of nights for Halloween. He set you both up at a graveyard that oversaw a small forest, prone to fog during these late times of the night. He had dressed himself in a black suit, fitting to his figure with a tailcoat that added the flair to his look. Though you couldn’t make sight of it clearly, earlier you noticed he matched his suit with the blood red button up beneath. 
You matched him with an elegant black velvet dress that hugged your waist, big sleeves that draped as you moved your hand around, but lined to make out your figure. The makeup helped complete the look, with a sultry deep red and black eye and a velvet burgundy finish. 
There were no complaints when he was the one to plan date night and he seemed to constantly outdo himself as the dates progressed. 
After an elegant picnic at the far end of the cemetery field, you were both now propped up against the biggest tree in the area. Bold and soothing you from any would-be sunlight.
The night was behaved itself, the moon beamed upon you two, sharing the beauty with the stars that brimmed against the dark skies, both occasionally covered by the scattered clouds that would wave by as the night descended.
Your eyes traveled down the dim grass, watching the fog swim through the ends of the clean shaven field when you felt Loki lean in closer to you. Before you could react, his lips pressed against the side of your neck, sending a shiver down your spine. 
Turning your head over to him, a faint blush seemed to appear across your cheeks, nothing uncommon when it came to Loki. You felt your stomach swirl around in anticipation when his lips pressed another kiss along your neck, then another, until he pulled away, keeping his eyes on you for a response. 
A sly chuckle splayed across his face as he noticed your pout, even in the darkness. 
“Come here sweetness.” His voice soothed over your ears like rich honey, you did as he instructed, following his open arms, he shifted you to sit onto his lap, leaning back against the oversized tree.
 You squirmed at his touch, already frantic with eagerness to have him all over you. Loki, of course, was well aware of the effect he was having on you. His hands, twice the size of yours caressed along the backside of your dress, as he leaned in to press his lips against yours. 
Following his movements, you allowed him to dictate the intensity of the kisses and now, he seemed to use it to his advantage. Pressing his lips against yours with more passion, then easing from them, leaving you with an ache for more. You knew this was the best part for Loki, aside from watching you unravel underneath him. The concept of your devotion and ability to remain under his control, no matter how much you wanted him to pick up the pace.
His right hand traveled rapidly alongside your body, grabbing a hold of your hair, by the roots of it, pulling your head away to fight against his grip. You felt his smirk as his lips hovered just barely against yours. A soft moan escaped your lips as Loki tugged through your locks, then pressing his lips against your needy ones again. 
This time he took the liberty to beacon your lips for an entrance with his tongue, to which you didn’t hesitate to oblige. Your body almost went limp when his left hand pulled your lower side towards him, another uncalled moan escaped your lips as you felt Loki roll his hips from under you. His stiffness rubbed against your aching clothed folds as he continued to assult your lips. 
Your eyes fell closed as Loki left your lips and trailed down to the side of your face, then the curve of your jawline, down to your neck and left merciless marks. Loki couldn’t help his scoffs of joy when you’d continue to squirm, unable to stay still as he continued the wet opened mouth kisses alongside your neck. Sucking particularly hard at the sweet spot that made you whine louder than the rest.
While he moved your hair over to the saliva stained side of your neck to the other, his hands then worked their way to unzip your dress, motioning you to drop your hands and let the top side of the dress fall down with it. You wouldn’t dare disobey, not when it felt this good and you were already so worked up. 
A small gasp fell from your lips when his mouth fell lower and lower, his hands then cupped your breasts, squeezing them then tugging them up and down, only for a moment until his lips fell down to it.
Your head fell back as you helped Loki pull you closer to him, your own fingers tangling between the ends of his hair as he tugged at the skin, kissing and leaving bruises from between his lips. 
Moans of pleasure kept vacating your lips, which was all fuel for him as he continued. His right hand then wrapping around your lower waist, hips bucking up against you for a split second before he pulled you forward, allowing your ass to rest on the inside of his forearm. 
This new position allowed him to have your boobs smother his face, keeping you distracted by his continued attention to them, you almost didn’t notice his free hand sneaking underneath your dress, pushing your underwear aside and plunging his ring finger into you, then letting you fall back onto his lap, face to face with you.
Your eyebrows knit together as you felt the intrusion, then pumping in and out of you. “Loki-” You whimpered out as he continued his rhythm, Your lips pathetically attempting to kiss his as he fucked you with his finger.
Something about having you half dressed, in a place that wasn’t yours all while he pleasured you, really really made him lust for you. Loki looked incredibly sinful with a messy hairstyle, evidence of your fingers running through it and a half buttoned shirt with some lipstick stains, curtesy of you. Still, it was the same Loki, only dressed as if he belonged in the Victorian era.
Going back to “still the same Loki” it was. He still treated your lustful encounter as if it was a mission he had, to make you scream louder than last time, no matter where you were.
It wasn’t long before Loki added another finger, his middle finger, which allowed more depth. Your mouth fell open to pathetic whimpers as your eyes stayed on Loki’s. This was his favorite thing, watching you beg to him with your eyes.
“You okay there princess?” Loki grunted through his own struggles of maintaining a steady breathing cycle, just from watching you become a mess on top of him. 
“Yes daddy.” You whimpered out as Loki kept plunging his fingers into you deeper than the last thrust.
When your walls began to twitch, Loki then removed his hands, causing you to nearly cry in frustration. Before you could utter a complaint, Loki tugged you to sit against his chest, looking off onto the hill that you were both on. The gates kept you from exploring the wild trees and unexplored land that seemed to add to the spooky factor of this affair. 
The fog continued to smother around you two as Loki’s hand then found you again, your legs squirmed in all directions as you felt more sensitive in this position.
“Think you can squirt for me again? I’ve been kind of yearning for that sweet liquid all over my hands again.” Loki sinfully requested. He was nothing of shy to ask of you what he desired, often looking for your eyes when he did so. Perhaps it was common in Asgard, but nothing down here on earth.
Your cheeks burned as you heard Loki's soft voice whisper such obscenities. “No, Loki please-”
If you were being honest, you were kind of embarrassed of squirting, you never have before.
Loki, of course, was the first time you ever did and you were both scared and embarrassed, no matter how much Loki tried to convince you otherwise. He didn’t seem to leave you alone after that, always trying to get your body to do the same again. It was obscenely tasteful for the god.
“Please princess, don’t make me beg, I’m not even in you yet and you’ve already made such a mess.” 
He teased as his hands pulled away for only a second to show you the way they glistened in the moonlight due to your arousal. “Loki-” You whimpered as you fell back in defeat when Loki plunged his fingers back into you, overstimulating your body into another overwhelming orgasm.
You felt the slick wetness spew out of you and into Loki’s hands, a dark chuckle came from Loki’s lips when he felt your body contract and squirt out into his hands. Your legs clenched along with your stomach, a squeal escaped your lips as you closed your eyes at the effort.
“What a good fucking girl.” Loki hissed as you attempted to come down from your high. 
“I’m sorry-” You whimpered out when you could come back to enough of your senses. Though Loki never punished you for the messes you’d make, there was a manner in which he ravished in how you’d come undone, knowing it was all his doing, but if there was anything he hated- it was when you’d apologize.
“Don’t be sorry, you know how much I love toying with you.” You felt him shift in his position, but you weren’t able to move much, not immediately at least, falling onto his arms you had your eyes half open, watching as the fog continued to flow through the spaces of the land, outlining both of your bodies that set against the giant tree that overlooked the hill.
“The only thing I’m not too fond of is the fucking precum that pools up in my pants” He complained to you with such a hot vulgarity that seemed to only keep you pooling between your legs. You looked to him with a plea, whether you knew it or not, your eyes had a manner in which they begged for him. 
Loki allowed you to take a few seconds, before he pulled you up away from his lap for only a moment, thinking he was instructing you to stand, you attempted to, almost falling to the side before he helped you sit back down. Suddenly another warm intrusion teased along your folds, this time bigger. The warmth of Loki’s member then slid into you. 
Another filthy moan trickled out of your lips at the familiar entre. Knowing you had little to no strength, Loki pressed his hands against the sides of your ass, helping you ride him up and down attempting to conjure up a rhythm in which he bulged into your warm insides.
Given your position, your legs were closed, allowing your folds to squeeze him more than any other position. You listened to Loki’s groans like they were prayers along with his worship.
“You feel so good princess. You ride me so well.” Loki would repeat into the side of your face, causing your mind to spin and surrender into his viscous lust.
Wet and weak kisses would fall along your exposed glistening skin. “Good girl, you feel so tight and perfect.” He’d mumble in between grunts. 
You felt like you were melting, falling apart, you weren’t sure. All you could feel was Loki, just as you always loved. His steady thrusting built up a rhythm that only made your folds squeeze tighter. Your lids fell shut, unable to utter any words other than pathetic whimpers that were all music to Loki’s ears. 
“Good girl, just like that, keep going-” He hissed into your ears as you surrendered your body to the god. Weakly falling back against him, you felt the warm breath onto your neck, knowing it came from a devilish smirk. Loki had you exactly  how he wanted you. Weak and willing. 
There was no way you could keep yourself together anymore, you had lost count of how many times you were orgasming. “L-loki” You panted out as you felt yourself almost about to fall over, tired out from the continuous movement.
It felt as if Loki could plunge himself into you for hours, there was a small conscious part of you that did wonder how much he was able to hold out for you. Your eyes shyly looked for his, to which he met instantly.
Though the night was at it’s darkest, the moonlight was able to help you decipher his now enlarged pupils, staring into you as he ravaged you. Your helpless face only encouraged him to keep bouncing you on his lap while you squealed.
Your face fell forward, along with your hands, attempting to stabilize yourself, you held yourself with Loki’s shoulders. His hands continued to mercilessly bounce you as his eyebrows now formed a frown, a big indicator of how he was close to coming undone himself. To label you as speechless was an understatement, you were entirely his and he knew it. 
Feeling his cock twitch within your insides, your legs couldn’t hold still, squirming around as Loki’s hands continued to firmly grip your waist. Finally, he let you fall onto his lap, filling you entirely. Tears of lust began to fall out of your eyes as you stared up to him, though you were used to his size, this angle always seemed to bring him further into you each time.
A faint “Oh” Fell from his lips, you watched his mouth form it, your favorite expression of his besides his hopelessly in love one. You leaned up to try and kiss him, but his hands kept that firm grip on you, letting his cum fill you entirely. You were stumbling over your words, feeling your eyelids heavy as he continued to claim you.
Loki’s face descended to meet yours, his lips clashed onto yours desperately. You were already breathless as is, but he always found a way to intoxicate you.
You both clutched onto each other, breathing out heavy sighs, trying to regulate your breathing. Loki’s hand ran through your hair, soothing you in your newfound state. 
“I love you” Loki reminded you as you curled into his chest, still exposed. You sleepily replied “I love you too.” Feeling his hands lean down to cover you with the blanket that was bunched up beside you both. 
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Waves of Desire
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Pairing: Loki x fem!Reader
Warnings: smut, graphic description of smut (don't like it, don't read it), a little of voyeurism, smut just for the sake of it, strong language for some people.
The weather was nice. The sun was up in the sky, providing its heat while the sea brought with it a nice, calming breeze. I was sitting on a plastic lounger which Loki had kindly left for me while he was lying face-down on a towel in the sand, right next to me. We have both brought our books to spend the day here on the beach. There weren’t a lot of people around us which was nice to concentrate on our books. Supposedly. I wasn’t able to focus on anything at the moment.
I have brought with me a very interesting essay on creative writing by Stephen King that I’ve been wanting to read for a while. I had thought this was an excellent opportunity to get my hands on it. How naive on my part. It was impossible to focus on something with the display I had next to me. Loki was actually focusing on his astronomy book, so he wasn’t purposefully doing something to distract me. But for all that’s sacred, Loki wearing only a pair of black swimming shorts should be a crime. They hang from his hips deliciously, embracing his butt in a magnetising way.
It was the main reason I’ve been reading the same sentence for the last fifteen minutes. I was sure that Loki was enjoying having my eyes on his ass every minute even if he wasn’t doing anything about it or reacting in any way. He always knew when he was the centre of attention somehow and he absolutely adored it. It was a known fact that Loki belongs to the spotlight, after all. I left my book on one side with a sigh. At least, that sigh let me release my lower lip from my teeth: I had been biting it so hard that I could almost taste the coppery flavour of blood on my tongue. Loki looked up from his book to me. His green eyes shone with that mischief that was always present. 
“Is there something wrong, darling?” Loki asked me almost in an innocent way. Too innocent for the God of Mischief. “Is your book not what you expected it to be?” His smile gave him away. He definitely knew what was happening to me. I could even bet that he knew my exact thoughts.
“I wouldn’t know, actually,” I answered with a bit of a dry tone. Loki closed his book and rested his body weight on his elbow, giving me a small peak of his happy trail and his wonderful abs. He looked at me with an arched eyebrow.
“Why is that, my love?” I had to give it to him: he looked genuinely concerned. After all these years together, though, I knew how to differentiate the truth from the mask. I also knew how to play most of his games, luckily. I sighed dramatically, standing up from my lounger and stretching a little bit. I felt his eyes travelling down my body in my swimming suit.
“I believe the heat is affecting me,” I answered with a pouty face. Loki was now sitting on his towel looking up at me with that same innocent-like face. “I should probably go into the sea and take a swim…” Loki’s eyes widened with that possibility. I had to refrain myself from smirking.
“Well, dear, if heat is your problem, may I suggest you lay down here with me?” He moved a little, making some space for me in his towel.
“Oh? How would that help me, love?” I asked him with the same innocent smile he had given me a few minutes ago.
“I can lower my body temperature and embrace you to help you.”
“You’d do that for me?” 
Loki just laid on his towel again, opening his arms to me. I kneeled on the towel and then crawled until I was face-to-face with him. Loki passed his arms around my body, glueing our bodies. I smiled at him and caressed one of his sharp cheeks, feeling comfortable in his arms, as I always do. He did lower his body temperature for me, even when we both knew that was just an excuse for us to get close like this. Loki smiled lovingly at me as he got his face closer to mine, resting his forehead on mine. If someone was able to resist that, it wasn’t me.
I moved my hand to his perfect jaw and lifted my lips until they met with his. Loki kissed me back without hesitation, his warm breath on my face as our lips moved in complete sync. I moved my hand from his jaw to his wavy, black, soft hair and I grabbed a bunch of it. He grunted as his hands pressed me more against his body. I passed one of my legs on top of him, locking the inside of my knee on his hipbone. His tongue joined mine in a beautiful dance, deepening our kiss, as one of his hands travelled down my back until he grabbed my thigh on top of him. A pleasurable shiver and a soft moan escaped me at his movements. A little shift on his hips allowed me to feel his aroused state and I could feel myself getting wetter just because of it.
We kept kissing until we were both out of breath. We both panted as we looked into each other’s eyes. His green eyes were clouded with lust and his pale cheeks were a little rosy. While his face was always attractive, he was even sexier when he was all aroused and wild. I kept caressing his scalp with my fingers and he kept grabbing my thigh. Our eyes were locked together as we kept trying to normalise our breaths.
“Are you feeling better, my love?” Loki asked with a little smirk. I matched it before answering.
“Actually, I’m feeling hotter…and wetter…” Loki looked around us at the almost isolated beach.
“Are you sure? Here?” Loki asked, concerned. Even though his worry for me was all over his sexy face, I could see the excitement in his green eyes. He’d never forced me to do something I wasn’t comfortable with, no matter how appealing the idea was for him. I moved my hand to caress his cheek, still smiling as I nodded.
“Completely sure. Here and now,” I whispered the last word against his lips.
Loki moved immediately on top of me, excited for my consent. I couldn’t help but chuckle at his eagerness, even when he silenced my laughter with his lips on mine. He caressed my whole body with one of his hands since the other was still grabbing my right thigh. I caressed his bare chest with both of my hands, going down his body through his abs, his happy trail until I reached his black swimming shorts. I was excited just by doing this on a beach, so I was quite eager to do it. I untied the white cotton bow and pulled them down just enough to free his already hard member. At the same time, Loki moved my swimsuit to the side so he could tease my entrance with his long and skilful fingers.
He broke our kiss when he slid himself inside with ease, making me moan. Immediately, Loki moved his hand from my thigh to my mouth, making my moan somehow hushed.
“Shhh, my love. You wouldn’t want us to get caught in this intimate time, would you?” He asked with a smirk on his thin lips. I just looked at him since his mouth was still silencing me. “I’m going to move my hand now because I want to see those addicting lips of yours. But you have to promise me that you’ll keep as hushed as possible, yes?” I nodded, still looking straight into those gorgeous green eyes of his.
Loki removed his hand slowly from my mouth at the same time he moved his hips back. He rested his forehead on mine as he thrust inside me again. We both let out a breathy, soundless moan, while our lips found their way to each other again. While Loki started a slow rhythm, I moved my hands from his waist to the tempting devil that had started all of this in the first place: his ass. I grabbed it and squeezed it and he let out a surprised gasp. After all this time, I knew how much he liked it when I played with his rear, and God, did I love having fun with it too. I squeezed it again, making him close his eyes and move his hips forward. Loki opened his eyes again, telling me with his face: “Game on”.
While I kept playing with his ass in all the ways I knew he liked, Loki thrust further inside me, rolling his hips in such an exquisite way that I had trouble keeping my moans in check. Our lips kept together, even when we both had our mouths open. His warm breath hit me all the time while his green eyes got more and more clouded with lust as time passed by and we kept making love. He moved his hand from my waist to my clit, starting to rub it with his thumb. I bit my lower lip hard, feeling my pleasure rise with each of his thrusts and his hand on me.
“Cum for me, beautiful,” Loki whispered in my ear, not ceasing his movements at all. “I want to see your face contorting with the pleasure only I can give you.”
His words alone were erotic enough. His sultry voice, his powerful thrusts and his thumb rubbing me. All of that combined made me explode in an intense orgasm. Loki silences my moan with his lips on mine, and his movements didn’t stop until I felt him cum inside me too. He stayed still inside me for some minutes more. Then, he kneeled in front of me, keeping one of his hands on my swimsuit so he could see his semen dripping out of me. He loved that sight, so he did something like this every time he was allowed to. After that, he put my swimsuit and his back into place, while I sat on his towel.
“I believe we both could use a dip in the sea, don’t you think?” I said with a smile.
Loki just laughed and offered me his hand to help me get up. Then, we both walked holding hands towards the sea.
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the cottage on the hill.
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hey cuties here’s another au fic, i feel like aus are the only things i write these days?? i just have a lot of ideas i want to insert loki into lmfao. ummmm i simply did no research on this genre whatsoever so i’m really sorry if it kind of sucks or is a little all over the place?? let me know what y’all think! <3 also, there’s going to be instances of mentioning of reader’s father’s initials on items, it will be done so as (F.I) thank you cuuuttiiiieeessss. this fic series is explicit and for 18+ audiences, minors dni.
summary: reader lives in the hills outside her local village, close to the fae border. after a fateful encounter with a black cat, she accidentally invites the fae king into her home. warnings: (for future chapters) fem!reader, smut, fear kink, praise kink, piv sex, unprotected sex, different time era, kinda obsessed loki? not kinda, he is obsessed, i’ll add more as the series progresses. word count: 4.1k tag list: @colorsunimaginable @huntress-artemiss (please reply below if you want to be added to the tag list for this fic series!) part two (will link once posted.)
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“You should move into the village.”
You’ve heard the sentence plenty of times, over and over again– and at this point it’s a nuisance. But the old woman in front of you, her serious tone, you know you cannot laugh and wave her off. Not Meredith. Your fingers dig into the handle of your woven basket, placing four nice, round apples (the last of her order) into her hands– she sharply thrusts the six copper and one silver coins it cost her into your hands. “The hills are not safe.” Meredith grumbles, her one eye that hasn’t gone blind is shooting beady daggers into your soul.
You thickly gulp and shakily nod your head, tucking the coins into the small pack sewn to the hip of your dress. “Yes, Meredith. I’m making arrangements.” You lie, and she knows you’re lying to drop the topic. But before she can barrage you again with eerie warnings of your home, your heels have turned and you’re on your way. You thank her profusely of her patronage, but you must be on your way. Household chores and the lot.
You’ve actually not much to do today, but you desperately do not wish to sit and listen to Meredith and her outlandish stories of the fae. You were smarter than she thought, you knew to stay home and never wander. Ever since the passing of your father, the village has grown more concerned about you living in the hills all by yourself.
With nothing much else going on in their lives, it’s expectant for them to bud their noses into other’s lives and gossip– you didn’t think this much though.
“Y/N!” Gareth, a tall townsman that you’ve found yourself day-dreaming about on multiple occasions, catches your attention just as you are to leave the village. His frame towers you, and his dirty blond hair is messy from work, sticking to his forehead in the sweltering heat of the day. “Heading home already?” He muses.
You smile, nodding slightly. “Only a few deliveries today.” Gareth looks you over, your basket almost empty, odd for someone about to head home. “May I walk you?” He offers, but before you can even think you’re declining his offer and absconding.
You aren’t sure what possesses you to isolate yourself from the town, but ever since your father’s passing you’ve found yourself uncomfortable with any sort of bonding the people of the village offer you. Even from someone you fancy.
It’s an hour's time from your home to the village, you hope to be home before the sun sets. While you aren’t afraid of walking home in the dark, your trusty dagger tucked to your hip and out of sight, you also didn’t want to deal with the troubles night brought. The warm, summer wind kissed your cheeks and cooled the sweat forming on your forehead, thankful you weren’t nearly as heated as you could be.
Following the brown beated trail from your house to the village, you kept notes of your surroundings. The birds that flew ahead, the rabbits that hopped around you– if you had your traps you’d make the effort to catch some for dinner. You thought of tempting one with kindness and taking your blade to it, but you didn’t want to waste daylight.
The forests around you whispered ancient tongues directed towards everything but you about you, just as they were taught to. Where you were, who you spoke with, what you were doing– they knew far too well who would be asking these questions. But they didn’t have to, he was already there– watching.
You listened to the crunching of the leaves and sticks below your feet, enjoying the day's walk. If you were in your right mind, you would have taken Gareth up on his offer to walk you home, but there was something different. Something wrong. You could feel it in your gut, and your father always told you to never ignore a gut feeling.
Picking up your pace, the strange feeling relaxed a bit as you could see the faded, moss-overgrown roof of your home. You could practically feel the comfort of your rocking chair once the stone fencing of your house came into view, shoulders slumping. 
Digging into your basket, you pulled an apple from it. Turning it to the side, you eyed the small, brown, bruise that made the woman that you tried to sell it turn it away. You felt lucky the apples trees lining the forest near your home had decided to bear fruit this soon, but a bit bitter at the expectations from the villagers. The trees were there when you were born, they weren’t going to be perfect every year.
Pulling your dagger from it’s sheath, you carefully cut the bruise from it and began to cut the apple in half, then into quarters and so on. You were left with dingy, but still edible apple slices, popping them into your mouth as you completed your trip. The sweet juice was satisfying.
Without warning, a sudden loud chatter pulled you from your thoughts. Your dagger slipped from your hands from the startle, looking down to see a beautiful, sleek black cat staring at you. He seemingly came from no where, or at least snuck up on you while you hadn’t noticed. “Oh!”
He was possibly the most beautiful cat you’ve ever seen in your life, your heart instantly swelling. Black cats were a parah amongst the villagers, harbringers of bad luck, death, and everything terrible. It wasn’t uncommon to see the instant death of black cats– it was one of the reasons you didn’t want to move to the village.
Squatting to your knees, you held your hand out to the cat, beckoning it. “Hello pretty kitty..” A smile curled to your lips as he dipped his head into your palm, purring. Oh, what a way to end the day. However, just as quickly as he turned sweet, he instantly turned sour.
The cat snapped at your hand, nipping your palm with his sharp teeth. You shouted, wincing in pain as you fell back onto your backside. “Fuck!” You cursed, looking down at the small bite mark in your hand, light dribbles of blood pooling from the wound. Well, suppose there was a reason people were wary of black cats.
Before you could react, he swiftly picked your dagger into his mouth, blade hanging out. In an instant, he was a black blur in the wind. “No! No, no, no– please!” Your voice immediately cracked, standing to your feet in an instant to chase. But it was no use, the minute the cat ducked behind the apple trees and into the forest your run came to a stuttering halt. Your chest rose, a burning sensation flaming across your skin and tears pricking your eyes.
Your father’s dagger, his prized dagger– the one he made himself and gifted you just days before his untimely death, it was gone. Just like that. Falling onto your bottom once more, you heaved at the sky. “Fuck!!” You shouted.
What would a cat want with a dagger anyway?
It was dark by the time you picked yourself help and dragged yourself into your home, tears streaking your cheeks. You cried hard and long in front of those trees, your grief gripping you by the throat with a strong vice. You’d thought you were okay. Yes, you were broken by your father’s death, alone with no one to protect or love you– but you’d stopped the crying weeks ago!
You were frustrated at how easily your sobs came back due to something so simple. Sniffling, you closed and locked your wooden door before heading to the kitchen. You needed to eat. A solemn expression settled on your face, and the ache that grew in your chest hummed painfully.
A soup would do good tonight, something comforting to pull you from this rut. Grabbing two large, chunky potatoes from the sack in the corner of your kitchen you placed them on the counter, ready to cut. Instinctively, you reached for your dagger to use and gasped when you felt it’s emptiness.
Shit.
Tears welled again, and your crumpled to the floor like a wet rag. Nothing had ever hurt so much.
Your little home filled with the sounds of your moaning sobs, weak sniffles and frustrated screams. You felt like a child having a tantrum, and all you wanted was your father. But even he couldn’t come to help.
You cried yourself to a short slumber.
Thump. Thump. Thump!
You jolted. Eyes bleary from the tears, you confusedly blinked them. Was that the door? Pushing yourself up off the floor, you wiped your wet face with the sleeve of your dress. Seems you didn’t sleep that long, it was still dark outside– just how late into the night was it?
Thump. Thump. Thump!
“Gods! Who…who would be here..?” You whispered to yourself, picking yourself up off the floor as you tried to make yourself look presentable and not like you hadn’t just crumpled into a mess of a woman. Wiping your hair from your face, you quickly rounded the corner of your kitchen to your front door.
The strange feeling that fluttered your stomach on your walk home returned, making you hesitate in opening the door. Unsure of the feeling, you took a step back from the door, staring at it warily. Perhaps you had heard wrong?
Thump. Thump. Thump!
Christ your candles were still lit, they knew you were home. You didn’t wish to deal with an intruder or burgler, let alone someone coming in to do you harm. You didn’t have your dagger, but you surely had your kitchen knives.
Running back to the kitchen, you quickly grabbed one and slid back to the door. Hiding it behind the door, you finally slid the wood slab that kept it locked away and creeked it open, peaking your head out. “..Yes?” Your voice wavered slightly.
You were surprised at the stature of the stranger in front of you, noting how you actively had to look up. He wore a hooded cape that hid most of his upper torso, the hood settled atop his head and slightly covering his face. It was dingy and slightly torn, little holes littering hte hems indicating how long he’d been using it for. His boots were covered in mud, as if he traveled far. You squinted your eyes at him.
“Can I help you, sir?”
“My lady,” He grinned, cunning and wicked. Your stomach twisted.
“I’m terribly sorry to bother you so late into the night, but, I was passing– and noticed the initials etched into your home.” Despite his attire, he was eloquently spoken. You gripped your knife tighter, trying to keep a calm face.
“Are you perhaps, F.I?”
“I am. What is it to you?” You were stern, this caused him to chuckle. It was deep, almost mesmerizing.
“Then, I believe this belongs to you.”
The stranger then reached his hand out, and you tensed. You were expecting something terrible; a curse, a dagger ready to rob, anything bad that would befall you and make you meet your end tonight. You were correct, in a sense, but the dagger in his hand made you gasp.
You didn’t even think when you dropped the knife, the clatter not reaching your ears as you opened your door wider and grabbing it from his much larger hands. “My dagger!” You heaved, the smile of relief that washed over your features make him smile wider.
The handle was carved beautifully out of wood, wrapped in a thin leather for grip. But in the blade, an engraving stood out. F.I. Your father’s dagger was back in your hands. “Gods! I never thought I’d see this again. Sir, thank you! Where did you ever find it?” Your wide eyes looked back up at him.
“Well, I found it quite odd to see a cat carrying such a thing. It dropped it when I scared it, so I kept it– just in case. And on my travels to the next village over,” He motioned towards the one you had just came back from. “I saw your home, and your initials.”
Your heart raced with excitement and joy, pure, unbridled joy. The sadness you had felt had washed away, and was replaced with a happy melancholy. Your father was still gone, but it was like he’d returned home.
Your fingers grazed the blade, looking it over. It was undamaged, surprisingly. “How could I ever thank you?” You whispered, your mistake.
The stranger held back his wide smile, sharp teeth gritting with delight. He knew not to get too excited, not too giddy. Good things come to those who are patient afterall.
Dipping his head slightly, he cleared his throat. “If it’s no trouble to you, madam, would you be so kind as to offer this traveller a meal? To ready him for his continued travels?” He innocently asked.
Looking up at him, you thickly swallowed. A stranger, in your home. Your mind, body, and soul were on different paths. Your gut said no, turn him away and call it a night. But, your heart, oh your weakness. He had kindly given you back your beloved dagger, even though he could have kept it for himself because of how well it was made. A meal was nothing to you, nothing.
Biting your lip, you peaked at the knife on the ground. Norns. “Yes!” You almost shouted, clearing your throat. “One moment.”
When you shut the door of your house, you looked down at the dagger for a moment before tucking it into it’s sheath on your hip. You picked up the knife that had made it’s way to the floor and tried your quickest to put it back into the kitchen. You hadn’t even started dinner, but the soup you were to make would do just fine.
Back to the door, you opened it and this time fully opened it, allowing the stranger access to your home. “Please, come in.” You offered with a wry smile.
The stranger graciously accepted your offer, stepping into your small, cozy little home. Your scent engulfed him, and he had to turn away from you for a moment. You’d already turned your back to him, heading back to the kitchen. “There’s not many places to sit, other than the table and my chair. Feel free to get comfortable if you wish, I’ll be making dinner then.” You wave your hand at him.
He takes your advice and melts into your chair, almost radiating in the fact that it was yours. He was delighted, gleeful in fact. You’d been much dumber than he expected, but it was with charm. Your back turned to him, he greedily took in your backside and bottom as you began to chop away at vegetables; potatoes, carrots, peppers– anything to add to the soup. It wasn’t going to be much.
“So, my lady. What does F.I stand for?” He mused.
You bit your lip, rolling your shoulders slightly. “I’ll admit that I lied to you. They are my father’s initials, not mine.” You admitted, dumping the potatoes into a pot of water you had prepped before you fell asleep. You’d have to go out and get some chicken feet to add flavor so you weren’t just feeding him vegetables and water.
“Ahhh, a little liar on my hands?”
“Well, I didn’t know who you were!” You defended yourself.
“And your name?”
“What about it?”
He grinned, so you were a tad bit informed. “May I have it?” His question was so simple, and very innocent. He was good at making your skin crawl, your forehead sweat, and your abdomen warm. Strange, indeed. You remembered what Meredith told you. Never give your name to a stranger, they’ll take it for good. “No..” You sighed.
You jumped when he burst into laughter, haughty and loud. You’d almost nicked yourself with the knife when he did, looking over your shoulder with confusion. “You are very smart, madam! Suppose I should stop testing you.” Testing for what? You wondered.
“What is your name, my lady?” He finally asked, like a normal person. You were beginning to believe he wasn’t a normal person, and the thought alone made you shudder. “What is yours?” You asked instead.
“Loki.”
“Loki?” You reiterated, it was a foreign name certainly. One you’ve never heard.
He liked the way his name rolled off your tongue, and the fact that you simply didn’t realize who he was by name only elated him. Were humans forgetting? Becoming more stupid? Loki revelled in the thought of what the future would bring.
“Yes, Loki. Now I’ve told you mine, you must tell me yours!”
You chewed on your bottom lip. “Y/N.” You huffed curtly.
Loki already knew your name, the trees whispered your secrets to him. It’s why he knew everything about you, why he loved you.
“I must step out to my coop for an ingredient, try not to mess with anything.” You simply stated as you walked across from your kitchen to the back door by the chair he had so comfortably plopped himself in. You wiped your hands onto your apron before opening the door and stepping out. You just needed some chicken feet.
When you returned, you instantly noticed Loki was no longer in the seat he was in. Before you could panic, you finally noticed him leaning over the pot of water and vegetables. 
“I told you not to mess with anything.” You almost scolded him, a hint of faux-ire in your voice. You tossed the chicken feet you’d acquired into the water, looking up at him. He seemed dissatisfied with what you were making, and it made you upset. Sure he returned your dagger, but he was a guest and you were genuinely going out of your way to feed him.
No traveller would be this picky.
“I was wondering if you’d planned on feeding me just water and vegetables.” He taunted.
“And I was just thinking no traveller would be this picky.”
His silence chilled you to your core as you picked up the pot, huffing at it’s weight. You struggled to bring it over to the fire hole in the center of your home. With effort, you were able to plop the pot right over the fire– it would be a bit before it was done. This left you with some time with Loki, and your skin itched at the idea.
You melted at the dining table your father had also made, a soft sigh escaping your lips. Loki joined you, sitting across. His hood was still on, despite his comfort in your chair he had not made any advances to relax.
“Where do you hail from, Loki?” You finally asked him a question, one you should have asked long ago. The strange feeling in your gut did not leave whatsoever, in fact it only worsened. The hairs on the back of your neck stood when he was near, and his voice sent chilly vibrations throughout your body. You weren’t quite sure if you were afraid, or attracted to him.
“Asgard, and I assume you hail here?”
You couldn’t tell if Loki was lying or not. With everything he said, you just weren’t sure what to take at face value. It was what bothered you the most about him, he was a wall you seemingly couldn’t knock down. You weren’t sure you wanted to.
“Yes. My whole life.” You admitted.
“And where is your father?” The question stung, and Loki knew it did.
You’d remembered and grieved your father’s death far too many times today, your face said it all. Nose slightly scrunched, brows furrowed in such a miserable sense– it almost made Loki want to jump from where he was and hold you.
With watery eyes, you coughed slightly to cover it. You looked away, over to the pot checking it hadn’t boiled over. “He’s dead.” You quaked. This night wasn’t how you planned and you wanted it to end instantly.
But looking over his figure, his large hands with long, delicate fingers– he’d overpower you easily should the night go awry. You admit you were scared of Loki, deeply afraid. His mere presence evoked a trigger in your flight or fight responses, and you wanted to fly.
“That is a shame truly, to leave a lovely daughter all alone. With no one.”
His words were a stab to the heart, breaking you down. You abruptly stood from your seat, clearing your throat. “The..soup.” You motioned over to it, your excuse for leaving. Hastily making your way over, you grabbed a large wooden spoon from the kitchen and began to stir. It finished much faster than you anticipated, but you were glad it was. The sooner he ate, the sooner he left– right?
Loki watched you carefully as you walked from the kitchen to the pot again like a ghost, two bowls in hand. You first filled his, the broth a nice brown-ish colour from the cooked chicken– and when you handed it to him you held up your hand for one moment.
You returned from the kitchen with a loaf of bread, breaking a piece for him. He gratefully took it. You then made your own bowl and joined him once again at the table, exhausted. Loki ripped a piece off the bread you’d given him, dipping it into the hot liquid before taking a bite. A hum escaped his chest, as if he were a starved man eating for the first time in weeks.
Starved but picky? His strange aura eluded you. “Much better than I expected, this will get me through the night, madam.” He grinned, almost as if he wanted to taunt you to anger– to do something not in your right mind.
What was the point in sharing names if he was just going to call you madam and lady? You weren’t even a lady, the state of your home made that clear. Tearing off a piece of bread, you silently dipped it into your soup and took a bite. Much to your surprise, he was right.
The soup was delightfully flavourful, instantly warming your core. Your mouth watered as you swallowed the broth soaked bread, picking up one of the smaller wooden spoons you’d grabbed for the two of you to eat with. You scooped up a chunk of potato, slurping it down with a bite of bread and as you chewed you began to realize there was something off about the soup.
You wanted to panic, to stop eating, but you didn’t. You kept eating it, because it was delicious. It was the most delicious soup you’d ever made, and you were a pretty good cook. Your mind ran wild with how something so simply put together tasted so good that you didn’t notice Loki had finished, and was watching you devour the soup and bread like you were the one starved.
When you finished the soup, you couldn’t stop the sigh of content that released from your chest. You felt warm, fuzzy, and sleepy. A tired you’d never felt before. You chalked it up to eating such a hot dinner on such an emotional night, but you knew you were going to sleep heavily afterwards. You looked forward to it.
Loki standing up pulled you from your daze, your tired eyes looking up at him. “Thank you for the meal, my lady. But I must take to the night.” He told you holding out his hand. Without much thought, you slipped your hand into his. Loki brought your knuckles to his lips, placing a chaste kiss upon them. Your brows flew up in surprise at the sentiment, the skin where he’d kissed feeling hot as well as your cheeks and ears. This was unexpected.
“Oh, it’s alright– please.” You awkwardly pulled your hand from his, stepping aside to lead him to the door. A part of you was jumping with glee that he was leaving so soon.
“If it’s no mind to you, when I am finish with my duties in the village, may this traveller come back for another meal tomorrow night?”
His question did not have time to linger before you agreed without thinking, wishing you’d bit your tongue. With a grin, Loki let himself out and was gone into the night. You closed the door, sliding the lock into place.
You stared at the door for a moment, then wavered to the bedroom in the back– it was your father’s bedroom now turned yours. You plopped into the bed, softly grunting as your body collided with the fluffy blanket. Your body was burning, and your head was elsewhere. That soup did a number on you, and as you thought back to seeing Loki leaning over the pot, you drifted into a deep slumber for the rest of the night.
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Birthday
Summary: Loki didn't have a birthday present for you. Or did he?
Word count: 2.497 words
Warnings: Loki is a little bit of a dick at first, sex (18+), a little biting and hair pulling
Birthday The team was all gathered in the living room. You had poured coffee and put out cake. They had brought you some presents, new gadgets you wanted for your electronic devices, new craft supplies, or some jewellery. When everyone had gifted you their present, all eyes turned to Loki.
‘You don’t have anything?’ Steve asked.
‘No, should I have?’ Loki replied.
‘Well, it is tradition to give someone a gift on their birthday’
‘After the first 50, you kind of done with birthdays’ Loki said.
‘It is a tradition here on Midgard, I did tell you about it last month’ Thor chimed in.
‘Just let it go guys, I didn’t expect anything from him anyway’ you replied. Wanted to be done with this conversation.
‘Why wouldn’t you expect anything from me?’ Loki asked offended.
‘Pff, why would I? You are here for almost a year, do everything not to be a part of this team, so no. Like you could come up with anything I would want’
Loki shot up from the couch. He straightened his jacket, he stared blankly at you. ‘Fine, I’ll get you a gift. But be careful what you wish for’ he said way too calm for your liking. He walked away without saying anything.
The whole team now turned their eyes towards you. ‘What did you do?’ ‘You know what happens when you piss him off’ they started.
‘Yeah, yeah, after my clothes disappearing, the green hair, the cats to trigger an allergic reaction to the salt and sugar being switched.. I know. But he is so arrogant and self-centred all the time, I couldn’t help it. It just slipped out’
‘Relax, it’s not like he would actually do anything on your birthday’ Thor said.
Everyone looked at Thor. He just looked silently around the room. ‘I’m like 99% sure’ he said.
‘Didn’t you tell me he once gifted you a snake that bit you, which turned out to be himself later?’ Tony replied.
‘80% then’ Thor said.
‘And what about your birthday where he got you to get yourself lost in a maze?’ Nat asked.
‘55% then, still more than half’
‘Didn’t he once replace all the cakes at your birthday with vegetable that looked like cake?’ Steve asked.
‘I-, if I were you (Y/N), I might stay in my room tonight and avoid him’ Thor finally said.
You just shrugged it off. You would see what Loki would do when it happened. It was annoying, but the stuff he pulled was harmless. The rest of the afternoon you spend with the team.
Everyone had dinner together, but Loki never appeared. Thor when in search for him, but he couldn’t fine him anywhere. You were becoming a little nervous but tried not to let it show.
The rest of the evening, your nerves grew higher and higher. The fact that Loki was nowhere to be seen, didn’t meant anything good for you. When it was time to go to bed, you tried to reassure yourself. If he still hadn’t pulled anything today, maybe Thor was right .Maybe he would understand that he shouldn’t mess with you on your birthday. But if felt like you were lying to yourself.
You sneaked into the hallway, but there was no sign of him. You let out a breath you didn’t know that you were holding. And tiptoed through the hallway, around the corner, to your own room. You opened the door and closed it behind you.
Safe.
Or so you thought.
The second you had closed the door behind you. It was gone. ‘Shit’ you said.
‘Didn’t the Captain teach you to not to swear?’ you heard his menacing voice in your ear. You looked back, but there was just a wall. You stepped into the middle of your room, looking for a door or other way out. But the room around you started to spin. You felt yourself move, but you couldn’t tell you if you were. You were starting to lose your balance and stumbled backwords. Two hand grabbed your hips from behind, your back hit something hard.
‘Answer the question’ you felt two lips brush your earlobe.
Startled, you jumped away from the hands and turned around. Loki was standing with an amused smile on his face. He took a step towards you, making you take a step back.
‘What’s wrong, darling?’ he innocently asked.
‘It’s my birthday! You can’t do something to me on my birthday!’ you frantically answered. Normally his pranks were on a distance, that fact that he was up close didn’t mean anything good.
Loki just looked at the clock behind him. ‘It five minutes past your birthday, according to my clock’ he grinned.
You took another step back, not trusting what he had planned. Your legs hit something, you looked back to see an enormous bed behind you. Judging by the green colour, you knew it was his. You looked around and realized that you were in his room. It was obvious, though you had never been there. There was a desk with some scattered papers, a bookcase next to it, a sofa and a comfy seat placed next to a small coffee table, and there was a giant tv on the wall.
‘I’ve never been in your room’ you said.
‘Stating obvious facts, I see’ Loki replied.
‘Has anyone ever been in your room?’ you asked.
‘Do you like it?’ he asked.
You turned to face him, trying not to show you were a little startled that he had moved closer towards you, without you noticing.
‘Since when do you care what I think?’ you asked suspiciously.
‘Well, since you are going to be spending a lot of time here. I thought I would be nice’ he answered. ‘And no, nobody’s been here. Except for Thor’
‘Keeping me hostage in your room…. I think they will be able to find my location quite quickly’
One of his eyebrows quirked up. ‘I’m not keeping you hostage. If you want to leave, leave’  he stepped sideways and gestured to the door. You eyed the door and then Loki. You weren’t quite sure what he tried to pull. But curiosity got the better of you.
‘Why bring me here, and why not invite me like a normal person?’
‘Like you said, I owe you a present. I got you a present, and it is far more fun to teleport you here than to ask you’ he smirked.
‘No snake or vegetable cake I hope?’
He chuckled ‘No, you are going to enjoy this one. You can trust me on that’ he took another step closer towards you. This might have been the closest you have ever been. You could smell his forest cologne, for two seconds you closed your eyes and breathed it in. You looked him straight into his eyes, trying to hide your nerves and the effect his scent had on you.
‘All right, what did you get me?’ you asked.
‘Sit down’ he said.
‘Loki’ you warningly said.
‘Sit down’ he repeated himself. For a moment you contemplating on leaving, but let’s be honest, you didn’t want to leave.
You slowly sat down on his bed behind you. Not letting him out of your sight. He just looked smugly down at you and stepped closer to be right in front of you. You tried to ignore the bulge that was kind of in your face and leaned back a little bit on your arms.
‘What did you meant by what you said? That I’m going to spend a lot of time here, if I can leave any time I want?’ you asked, realizing he never explained himself.
‘Close your eyes’ he said.
You stared defiantly at him, but after a few seconds did as he asked. You felt his presence getting closer, the bed dipped a little lower, his curls trickled the side of your face and you felt two soft lips touch yours. Without a thought you moved your lips with his. He pulled back way to quickly, you opened your eyes.
´I thought I will finally give you what you truly desire’ he said.
‘And what is it that I truly desire?’ you asked intrigued.
‘Didn’t you think I knew? O darling’ he chuckled. ‘I have known for a while now. I see how you try not to stare while I train, when I just returned from the shower, or how your eyes almost pop out in the summer while I’m wearing nothing but trunks. And I have to say it’s just pathetic that you haven’t made your move once’
‘Y- You knew?’ you thought you were being smooth, but apparently it was quite obvious to him.
‘Did you thought you were being smooth?’ he patronizingly asked.
You were overthinking every event where he might have seen you staring at him. And you realized that you might not have been so smooth as you thought.
‘So, for your birthday. I give you me’ he looked smugly down at you. ‘I know it is the best present you have ever been given, but if you don’t want it, you can leave, and I’ll get you a necklace or something like that tomorrow’
You didn’t make a move, because now that he had kissed you, you needed, no you craved more.
‘Can I continue with your gift, now?’ he asked.
‘Yes’ you agreed.
‘Good’  his lips were back on yours again. He slipped his tongue in your mouth between his open mouth kisses. You were already panting and gasping for air, and realized he had only just begun.
His lips trailed towards your neck and without any warning you felt his teeth sink into your flesh. You hissed from the sudden pain, but the way he licked your skin afterwards made all the pain disappear. He had a way of balancing the line between pain and pleasure. It took him only a few seconds to find you weak spot, and you began to think that his nickname silver tongue, didn’t come from his way with words.
He sat upright, his legs on either side of your hips. A knife was conjured out of thin air. ‘If I were you, I would lay very still’
The tip of the blad was placed at your throat. He slowly but carefully dragged the tip of the knife across your throat to your chest. You were focussing hard on keeping your breathing even, so the knife wouldn’t cut your skin. The knife slid right through the top of you t-shirt and the middle piece of your bra was next to go. In one smooth motion he sliced through you entire t-shirt, making your breasts pop out of their containment.
Like an animal in heat his lips found your left nipple and he started to suck hard. His teeth grazed your sensitive skin. You arched your back, trying to escape the sudden pleasure, but it was no use. His hand snaked behind your back and he kept you in this position until he was satisfied by how hard you were panting and moaning.
His trailed his kissing upwards, until his lips reached your earlobe. ‘Now, normally I would tie you to the bed and make you beg until you have no more voice to even whisper your desperate prayers to me’
‘But since it’s your birthday and this is your gift, I’m going easy on you’
With a snap of his finger none of you were wearing any clothes anymore. Startled by your sudden vulnerability, you tried to cover yourself up with your hands. Loki grabbed your wrists and put them beside your head.
‘Don’t ever do that for me again’ he tried to warningly reassure you.
He kissed you softly this time and looked you in your eyes ‘I have been craving you since the moment I met you. Now that I have you, you’re mine and to me you are perfection, darling’
You felt one of his hands at your hip, sliding towards your thigh.
‘Tell me I can continue’ he whispered in your ear.
‘Loki, please, you’re killing me here’  you pleaded, hoping he would give you what you have craved all these months.
His hand moved towards your centre. He slowly trailed downwards and put a finger between your fold. Going upwards he found your clit and you whined out loud. Finally, you would get to know for real what his fingers could do to you.
He slowly started to circle you clit, while he kept his gaze on you. He registered every expression and every movement you mad. Calculating what to do to give you the most pleasure. A sum he had solved in merely a few minutes.
‘Sing for me, darling’ he hummed in your ear, while you could feel the high pressure let go in your release.
He kissed you, while you were still coming down from your high and felt his fingers slowing down their pace. With his hand he grabbed your hair and pulled it hardly, making you hiss. The tip of his cock made it way through your folds. He guided himself inside of you with his other hand, and slowly went as far as you could let him.
Full, was a word that got a whole new definition for you.
‘Are you okay?’ he asked.
‘Oh God, you feel amazing’ you ignore the smirk that showed on his face.
‘That’s right, pray to your God’ he moaned while he started to pump up and down inside of you.
He began slow but quickly picked up the pace. You met his pace with your hips, making his cock drag just against the right spot. He kept going, and you lost all track of time. Finally when he increased his pace, he triggered your orgasm hat milked him for all he got.
Completely spent, you were catching your breath. Loki did the same. When both of you were breathing normally, he slowly made his way out of you. With a snap the mess was gone and you smelled the fresh bedlinens on the bed you lay.
Loki laid down next to you, putting a hand around your waist. While he hummed in approval. You turned around in his arms, so your face was towards his chest. ‘You can’t say this wasn’t the best present you have gotten today’ he said teasingly.
‘You really are full of yourself aren’t you?’
‘I thought it was you who is going to be full of me’ he smirked.
‘Well, at least this was a good surprise, instead of all the bad ones you did’ you answered.
‘Really?’ he asked.
´Well, yeah. I finally get to lay in your arms’ you snuggled closer against his chest.
He just laughed a little. ‘While that is more than true. You do realize I’m your problem now? Don’t you?’
‘O god’ you murmured.
‘Happy birthday, darling. Just know that there here is only one God that can help you now’ he whispered in your ear.
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Deeper [Avenger!Loki x Fem.Reader]
A link to my (new) Masterlist is HERE Summary: [Oneshot] You and Loki have a sensual reunion in the Tower swimming pool. (w/c 2.3k) Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Fluffy Smut. Language.
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Your face dipped beneath the still surface of water with every careful spread of your arms. There were sixty-four lengths in a mile. So far tonight, you had swum eighty-six. The calmness of the swimming pool on the second highest floor of the Tower had been a godsend while Loki had been away. It helped soothe your nervous heart and fill the empty nights - if not your empty bed.
An undercover operation; arms deals, shady characters with suspicion and murder baked in the soul. You felt a shiver roll down your spine as you dipped a final time beneath the surface.
Your fingers wrapped around the cool ledge at the deep end, taking a breath before turning and readying to push away from the wall. And that was when you saw him.
Loki was leaning silently against one of the tall pillars surrounding the still water, reflections bouncing in ethereal waves across his face; eyes creased at the corners in a secret smile. He was half bathed in shadow, strands of hair hanging loose at his temples with the lengths drawn back into a ponytail. A perfectly fitted suit clung snug to his imposing body, the black material making him look like a shadow transfigured to flesh in the gloom. “Hello, love.” he murmured, the echo carrying around the tiled space. “Stay where you are, please.” he commanded calmly, seeing your excited failed attempt to hoist yourself up to the edge. “Right...there.” You knew you should ask how the mission had gone. Quite well, you expected, considering he was back three days early. But right now, Loki clearly wanted to play. A thrill roared through your blood; hot and wild as the heels of his dress shoes clacked against the tiles with each measured stride. He paused at the precipice of the shallow end, leaning down achingly slowly and unlacing his brogues before slipping them off. He knelt at the top of wide stairs which disappeared beneath the lapping surface, before rising to his full height. Nimble fingers moved to the buckle of an expensive leather belt, the whip as he yanked it from its loops making your pussy clench beneath the water. Loki’s eyes never left yours as he unzipped the sinfully fitted trousers, letting them fall around his ankles. He stepped out, kicking them to the side.
You felt your grip against the ledge falter as he began to toy with the waistband of his black underwear. The smooth wall of the pool slipped against your back, making you kick your legs harder to stay afloat. The urge to begin swimming towards him was almost unbearable. You blinked as he peeled the tight cotton over his hipbones, toying with you as the waistband caught on his growing bulge before letting them fall to the ground. “Come to me, darling.” he purred, his velvet voice seeming to fill every pocket of air all the way to the high ceilings. “Slowly.” You swallowed the well of saliva that had formed on your tongue. God, how you loved him.
Stroke after stroke, you moved as slowly as you could while your heavy gaze bore into the sight of your god shrugging off the bespoke suit jacket. It joined the pile of discarded clothing on the floor before he reached up and pulled the hair-tie from its hold. Curls unfurled around his shoulders as long, pale fingers moved to the knot of his silk tie – digging in and releasing it with a firm yank.
Your breathing was completely out of time with your movements, the heavy throb of desire beating in your core seeming to pull you deeper. The water was treacle. Every brush of your arms that had felt effortless minutes before, now a mammoth task. He began unbuttoning his shirt just as you reached the halfway point. “Stop, please.” he enunciated slowly, making your breath hitch as you splashed upright. Your hands grazed on the surface to the side, keeping yourself afloat as Loki began to descend into the gently lapping water. You bit your lip, seeing the curve of his muscular calves submerge as he made his way confidently down the stairs. Loki's cock was hardening furiously with anticipation, swelling with the same heat smouldering between your legs. It bobbed with every slow step. And he was still wearing the shirt. The half naked god waded through the shallows, pausing to dip himself once beneath the peaceful surface. He ascended soaking wet, throwing his sodden hair back over his shoulders. The soaked white cotton clung to every valley in his chiselled torso, dark shadows visible through the shirt where the rock hard muscles dipped and rose. His hair wrapped in inky tendrils down his neck, drops of chlorinated water rolling over his cheekbones. He was so fucking beautiful. And he was all yours. In four effortless crawls, he reached you; the force of his strong arms wrapping around your waist as he kicked backwards pushing you against the nearest side of the pool. Loki’s breath was hot against your wet skin as you spluttered, the intensity of his stare making you quiver in his arms. “Norns, how I’ve missed you.” he whispered with a groan, wet kisses trailing the angle of your jaw.
Your fingers toyed at the opening of his shirt, tips relishing the feel of him pressed against your body after so long apart. “I know how much you love to undress me from these contraptions.” he chuckled, drawing himself away from the lure of your exposed neck. You smiled. “How thoughtful of you.” you coyed, enjoying the flash of his dimples that followed. Loki slipped a finger under one strap of your swimming costume, eyebrow rising as it slid easily down your bicep. The other followed. You arched your back, allowing him to tug the chest down around your waist. He moaned in appreciation, exhaling into a passionate kiss which fastened to your lips like a wave sinking into sand. His tongue massaged inside, caressing your own as your swimsuit slid over your thighs and into the void below with a final solitary tug of his fingers. Loki's hard chest pressed against the curve of your breasts, flattening you desperately beneath his violent kiss. The wet cotton dragged against your nipples, ferocious passion in every sway of his jaw as he consumed you. Your fingers dragged through his slick hair, tangling in the mess of thick strands that spread on the water’s surface. Without warning, he hoisted you to perch on the cold side. You gasped as the cool air bit against your soaking skin, the rough of the edging grazing your thighs before he wrapped his fingers over your dripping calves and placed them gently over his shoulders
“Close your eyes.” he murmured, the low lapping waves against the side tiles making you shudder as you did what he asked. You knew his feet would be flat on the bottom of the swimming pool floor, the blue hued water caressing teasingly around his biceps as he slid closer and nuzzled against your inner thigh. “My beautiful woman…” he whispered wistfully, licking a trail over the skin before he latched to your pussy. Your head fell back, heavy strands of clumped, wet hair slapping between your shoulder-blades. Loki’s tongue swept softly against your slit, his hands massaging up your spread thighs before pulling your ass closer with a gentle yank. He moaned softly as your sex rolled against his open mouth, tongue slipping inside your channel sticky with fresh arousal. Your hands slid over his slick scalp, pulling him deeper. Baritone growls vibrated against your centre, every flat lick of his talented tongue making you thrust into him. Your palms braced on the floor behind you, feeling yourself fall backwards with a shameless groan of pleasure. Loki chuckled against your pussy, his sharp jaw waxing and waning as he ate you out like he was conducting a symphony. It was perfection. With him, it always was. Your thighs juddered against his shoulders, making his fingertips dig tighter into the soft flesh. Climax was close, and he knew it. Wet slurps rose muffled between your splayed thighs, only the god’s brow visible above your hips. He looked so fucking good buried in your needy pussy. He always did. You felt the point of his tongue trace from the base of your slit to your swollen bud, flicking in a straight line to the side. It moved in a licentious circle, stalking your entire tingling sex in a teasing dance before landing on your clit again. His eyes moved up to meet yours, the smouldering hues of his irises darkened by lust and delayed gratification before ducking down. You arched your back as he began another ascent up your messy centre, the staggered gasp from your lips taking you by surprise. Your hips began to shake as he flicked his head to the right, his tongue capturing a delicate fold in a gentle suck. Shallow pants made your chest rise and fall as he hovered, before repeating the movement, lower this time. A staggered moan of his name filled the air. His name. He was pleasuring you with his name. Loki licked his lips, cheekbones sharpening as he lowered himself to deliver the final sexually devastating blow. “I..-” you whimpered, making Loki laugh softly beneath your spread cheeks. His hands tightening around your thighs, pulling your ass flush against his chest. Making sure you could see him work, he lapped gently at your asshole. The pathetic whimper from your throat made a knowing smile tug at his lip, before he released a final straight lick against your little cunt. You couldn’t draw your gaze away from his, the restraint etched on his brow as he drew it up your sex with aching slowness. Your hands flew to meet his own, grasping desperately as he suckled your clit with needy abandon; feeling the spurt of your hot juices coat each soft massage of his tongue.
You felt your whole body relax, the slip of water against your legs as you fell down around him on autopilot. Loki's hands were fastened on your waist, guiding you over the edge of the pool to join him. Your bare chest slid again the heavy cotton stuck to his torso, one of the buttons of his drenched shirt catching on your nipple bringing you back to reality.
"Did you miss me?" he whispered, the ache of longing in his voice. "More than anything." you replied, sliding your hands over his broad shoulders. Your lip quivered, the force of your love for him reflected back twofold in his bottomless eyes.
Loki's hands rested on your hips, pulling you flush against his stomach. There wasn't a sliver of ebbing light between your bodies. At some point, the vibrant orange sunset through the window had faded to a panorama of glittering New York lights. The tails of his shirt floated upwards, resting on the surface. With trembling fingers, you made quick work of the buttons, peeling the arms off to reveal his flawlessly firm alabaster skin. "I love you." you sighed, before Loki kissed you again.
He adjusted you slightly, before the thick tip of his cock nudged against your entrance. Fresh cum from his attentions still clung there; knowing its purpose. "I love you." he said firmly. "Always, I will come back to you.” His warm breath skating up the curve of your cheekbone, before he nuzzled possessively against your temple. “Always." he whispered against the dripping skin.
Dual groans of ragged relief echoed around the swimming pool as he squeezed into your keening heat, dragging against the friction of water. He filled you to the hilt, bottoming out with a careful thrust of his muscular hips. Your back slipped against the side of the pool, the cock impaling you the only thing stopping your body slopping beneath the surface. At some point, he had wrapped your legs around his waist, taking control as you fell apart beneath his touch.
Your back slid up the tile as he fucked you, the slow gyrations of his thrusts making you bounce steadily up and down. Nails dragged down his back, a hiss escaping his parted lips as he shook away inky slathers of hair that clung to his bladed jawline. Sweet murmurs of praise fluttered in the air, chiming with the rhythmic lap of waves against the side. Your fingers gathered Loki’s sodden hair, curls transformed to obsidian lengths that fanned on the water with every squat as he made your world spin. Glittering skyscrapers radiated behind his head, a line appearing and evaporating between his brows as he tried to withhold his moans of pleasure accompanying each slow slap of his hips. He had been undercover for far too long. “Let me hear you Loki…” you whimpered, feeling yourself tighten around him. “I want the whole Tower to know my lover’s home.” He growled, bracing a hand against the edge of the pool beside your shoulder. You heard the crack of porcelain, crunching as he clenched his jaw with a feral rumble. It crumbled beneath his grip, flecks of white plaster descending into the water which had begun to slosh violently around your tight bodies. His forehead pressed against your own, shallow pants becoming ragged and fierce. “F-fuck...darling...jeg er h-hjemme.” His breath caught as he spoke the words. ‘I’m home’, you thought with a gasp as he plunged deeper. Loki’s moans became frantic, primal, loud– every drag of his rigid cock tipping you over the edge a reminder that you were his. Every masculine whimper of pure desire from his lips a reminder that he was yours.
When Loki was gone, you always realised just how much you loved him; his absence draining your world to fading shades of sepia. And when he returned, you felt yourself fall inexplicably in love all over again; in deepest greens and brightest gold. His love consumed you. And each time, deeper.
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The King of Jotunheim (Loki One Shot, Smut)
Author's Note 
18+, Sexual Content
Smut central - you have been warned.
Loki x Female 
4.6K words
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King Loki was a formidable character, one of the few to refuse Odin's claim over the nine realms and live to tell the tale. Though he had a cruel upbringing, and it was wise to not speak of the great tales of Laufey in the King's presence for fear of his wrathful reaction, he ruled with intelligence and carefully calculated strategy that ensured the prosperity and security of Jotunheim's future. Loki had fiercely sought to separate himself from his father entirely following his death; only their name and titles as King linked them together. 
His father had regarded him as small and weak, lacking the desired traits of their race, and had nearly given up on him entirely. Unable to produce an alternative heir, he subjected Loki to a level of training the other inhabitants of Jotunheim had not endured. It ensured he was broken down completely to be rebuilt stronger. The torturous ordeal had forced his magic to manifest itself in ways that differed from his expected control of the harsh icy landscape around them. 
It had taken many years, but Laufey's view of him eventually changed from disgust to seeing him only as a tactical advantage that would ensure the success of Jotunheim's operation as an independent realm, able to deny Asgard's attempts with ease. It was not a loving or caring relationship; his father did not possess the ability. With his training complete, he had allowed his son to join his side as a prized weapon the other realms feared. This had proved a successful strategy for the remaining years of his reign. Laufey had finally succumbed to battle wounds within his crumbling palace, alone. Loki refused to sit by his side in his final hours, and his last breath was drawn in an empty room behind locked doors. 
Now inhabiting his rightful place on the throne of Jotunheim, the young King had turned his focus from battle to better the living situation of his people. Towering walls were erected to alleviate some of the relentless icy wind at failed to cease. The dilapidated ruins of the palace and its surrounding temples were torn down and buried, replaced with homes that provided more suitable shelter from the environment. He could never align with his father's thought of suffering being the ultimate demonstration of strength, nor his insistence on dominating the realms he determined as weaker. 
Schools and buildings of higher education were erected, and the finishing touch on the regeneration of the realm was the modestly-sized palace, completed only once the other work had taken place. It had been a controversial choice, but the people were slowly won by his unusual kindness towards them, and they in turn found a more gentle nature. Their natural advantage in brute force and ice magic would always prove advantageous in war, should they be targeted, but children were no longer forced into training at an early age; it was their choice to enlist once their studies were complete.
A new focus on education and expanding the minds of his people had proved rewarding. The culture of the realm changed; people found enjoyment, room for creativity and individual thought for the first time, which only furthered the success of the realm, now safely isolated in its pocket of the universe. It had taken several years of hard work and determination, but with the wounds of the past finally healed, the population increased exponentially.
The elders of Alfheim had observed the developments from afar, weary from the battles the other realms inflicted upon them over the years. Once satisfied with King Loki's intent to move away from the violence of the past, they eventually made contact, proposing an alliance to protect one another should war be waged upon them again. The King tentatively accepted their request for their dignitaries to enter his realm and begin discussions.
You were selected to attend the trip as a protector of the dignitaries should King Loki have ulterior motives; your magical ability remained unrivalled on Alfheim, and you were certainly a force to be reckoned with. You had reluctantly agreed to the clothing selected for you; a deep blue dress that cinched at your waist, with an unnecessary plunging neckline. You didn't speak out against their choice, but could see the motivation that lay behind it; a distraction for the eyes while they attempt to negotiate an agreement more advantageous for your realm. Surely furs and high necklines would have been a more logical choice, but they explained this away by requesting your magic was used to maintain a more suitable temperature for the group, avoiding any appearance of weakness from hiding behind layer upon layer of fabric. 
Jotunheim was far from what you expected upon your arrival; you hadn't cast eyes on it yourself from Alfheim and relied only upon the stories of old to paint an image in your mind. The tales were clearly outdated, and you were relieved to see a more welcoming environment around you, with no harsh wind battering the once barren land. You entered the palace confused by your placement within the group; concealed as the dignitaries led the way. You had tried to push forwards to lead, but the men failed to part around you, keeping you in place behind them. 
King Loki sat on a throne of polished deep blue stone, carefully assessing the movements of the new arrivals. "Welcome, visitors. Please, introduce yourselves." His voice was not what you had expected; he sounded dignified and was well-spoken. The stories had left you worried their language primarily consisted of grunts and guttural screams. The dignitaries proceeded to part slightly, leaving room between one another whilst they introduced themselves to the King. Everyone had now spoken, apart from you. 
He could see your halo of light pink hair reflecting in the light of the room behind the cloaked men. He tilted his body slightly in his seat, trying to get a better view. You continued to stare ahead, and his crimson eyes met your own. "Ah" he slyly smiled, "A gift?" The light pink of your eyes darkened slightly at his assumption, and your brow furrowed in response to the insult. You felt the hand of a dignitary meet the exposed skin of your back, and they pushed you forwards slightly, forcing you to reveal yourself fully. "I'm sorry to disappoint you bu-" You had begun to explain your presence, but you were cut short. "Of course, King Loki, should you be happy to accept." His eyes raked up and down your body, he wasn't one to shy away from a challenge, "Gladly, come maiden, tell me your name." 
Your blood ran cold, you stood frozen, feet firmly rooted in place. He laughed and instructed his guards to take you to his rooms while he continued pleasantries with the new arrivals. Formal discussions were not scheduled to take place until the next day. The guards approached you, and their cold blue hands gripped your arms, forcing you to take a few steps backwards. "I don't think so!" You were becoming enraged at the assumptions, and the guards quickly withdrew from your flesh that now burned under their fingertips. Loki watched intently, intrigued by your boldness and use of magic. He saw a crimson glow in your eyes that had not been present before, and that sly grin spread across his face again. "It is not wise to refuse a King" he stated, waving his hand through the air towards you, stopping your magic in its tracks. You felt the cold sensation from his power linger on your skin, and the guards grasped you once again, lifting you from your place to carry you out of the room. "We apologise, King Loki, she is usually much more obliging," you heard the dignitaries say before the doors to the throne room were slammed shut. 
You were deposited in what you presumed to be his rooms. The guards swiftly left, and you could hear the shuffle of feet outside the doors signalling you were being guarded against escaping. You took a chair in front of the fireplace and stared into the flames, grabbing a white fur to cover your exposed skin while you waited. A maid finally entered the rooms a short while later and tentatively approached you, having been warned of your feistiness. She settled a tray holding a bottle of mead and a small glass beside you. "This is for you, King Loki said you may wish to relax a little before his return." You laughed, reaching out and taking a large gulp directly from the bottle. "Thank you," you replied, glaring at the maid as she left you alone again.
An hour passed, and you shed the fur as you grew warm in front of the fire, carelessly discarding it on the floor. You heard his voice a short distance away and stood in preparation for his entrance, not wanting to be at a tactical disadvantage in your seat. He was not put off by your cold stare as he entered his rooms, and he continued towards you, reaching out for your hand and bringing it to his dark blue lips to place a kiss. "I believe we may have gotten off on the wrong foot." His tone seemed more gentle now he was no longer under the surveying eyes of the dignitaries. He caught you off guard, and you withdrew the magic you were about to cast against him. "I take it as you were brought here under false pretences then?" he sat as he spoke, grabbing the bottle next to him to take his own swig. You raised a brow at his perceptiveness and introduced yourself to him, finally revealing your name. He smiled in response, "Well, nice to finally meet you." 
You crossed your arms across your exposed chest as he looked at you, waiting to see if you would ready your magic again. He was pleased to sense you become slightly more at ease as you took the chair next to him. A second glass appeared on the tray that now sat between you both. He poured the honey liquid for both of you and lifted a full glass towards you. You accepted it, your fingers brushing his own as you took it from his hand. A slight blush crept across your face at the touch, and something shifted in his eyes as he watched your reaction. You quickly brought the glass up to your lips. He continued to surprise you as you slipped into natural conversation. You allowed your eyes to scan over the slightly raised and darker blue markings on his face, wondering about their meaning and if they continued further down his body. He, in return, scanned over the slight pearlescence of your exposed skin.
The evening began to slip away as you talked, paying no attention to the time, and you felt relaxed in his company. "We should retire to bed. It would be wise for you to sleep here tonight, or they will begin to talk of our failure to charm one another." You paused to take in his words, slightly shocked at his invitation to enter his bed, but it did make sense. Word from the dignitaries would surely reach the elders, and you were in no position to refuse their wishes. You nodded in response and began to rise, following his lead. You hadn't taken much note of his height previously, distracted by your impulse to protect yourself. He was taller than you, and you stared at his chest, taking in that he stood a full head above you. You didn't even reach his shoulders. You swallowed and allowed him to lead you through a set of doors to his bed-chamber. 
Your trunk already sat within the room, and you carefully sifted through the contents, horrified to find only strappy silk nightdresses inside. He sat on the bed facing away from you as he began to undress, and you quickly took the opportunity to change and slide under the heavy layers of covers and furs. Once he felt you settle, he slipped under the covers to join you. You both awkwardly lay on your backs looking up at the ceiling, and you shifted slightly, your hand brushing against his accidentally. He turned to face you in response, scanning his eyes over the jewellery that accentuated the slight point of your ears; you could feel his gaze, and you tensed slightly. "I may be King but I do not rule with the harsh iron fist of my father. You can relax. I won't hurt you. Well, unless you hurt me." A small smile crept up his face, and you allowed yourself to turn to face him, looking into his red eyes. 
From what you could sense, he didn't seem to be lying, and the crimson glow in your eyes faded to their usual soft pink. "Your eyes are very expressive, quite the tell," he remarked, and you blushed yet again at his words. "You're not what I expected. The formidable King of Jotunheim." You worried you had spoken out of turn, and the words hung in the air as your eyes frantically searched over his face for a shift in his expression. "You'd do well to not share that information. I can read a room, do not underestimate my ability or intelligence. There is a time and a place for harsh judgement and decision making." You swallowed at his response, the realisation sinking in that you were lying next to a King. A King that had allowed you into his private rooms, albeit with a bit of manhandling. You began to imagine how he could possibly come across the way he had been described. He seemed... charming. 
"I see you may have been underestimated. How foolish they are to not regard you as a crowning jewel of Alfheim, handing you over so thoughtlessly" he softly says as he reaches up to touch your cheek. You inhale sharply, his touch cool but relieving; you had begun to grow warm under the many layers of bedding. You can't help but lean into his hand slightly. You feel warm and comforting under his touch, and he shuffles slightly closer to you, wanting to feel more of your heat against his cool skin. He was extremely perceptive. You were surprised to find comfort in his words; you had been underestimated, sold short, and handed off to a stranger the second you arrived. "I don't think I've been handed the worst card I could have been dealt," you whispered, smiling at him. He returned the smile and brought his face closer to yours. You looked into his eyes, questioning his next move, and he closes the gap, connecting his lips to yours. You find yourself returning the kiss, exploring the cool sensation of his skin against the warmth of your own. The contrast is new, exciting even, and your kiss intensifies as your eyes close, lost in the closeness. 
You don't recall falling asleep, but awake several hours later, unsure of the time. You find yourself resting your head on his cool muscular chest, with your arm and leg carelessly draped over him. You are embarrassed by your unconscious actions and carefully begin to withdraw from him, feeling improper given your meeting only yesterday. He stirs slightly as you begin to move your leg away, and an 'Mmm" cleaves his mouth as you slide the warm skin of your thigh over his body. You freeze, watching him with wide eyes, and pray to the gods he doesn't wake. His eyes remain closed, and you slowly exhale the breath you didn't know you were holding, continuing to slowly slink away from him. Until his hand firmly grips your thigh, holding it in place. You cringe and feel your face become heated under his touch. He rubs slow circles into your skin with his thumb, and the feelings it stirs in the pit of your stomach surprise you. 
"I'm sorry," you whisper, continuing to move your thigh away from him, and retreat to your side of the bed. He groans at the loss of your warm body, and begins to reach his hands out towards you, firmly grasping your waist and dragging you back next to him. He turns, his jaw now resting atop your head, and you are anything but relaxed as your face meets his chest. He is so impossibly close, and you feel a firmness press against your thigh. You hope it's his knee, and you flush as your thoughts drift to other possibilities. ".... Loki?" you mumble against him, and you feel his body tense as he is roused from his sleep. "Hmm?" he asks, his voice deep and raspy, and he is clearly still half lost in a dream. 
"You're... crushing me," you manage to speak, your body automatically becoming much warmer in response to his vice grip that is restricting your breath slightly. He doesn't let go, and your temperature continues to rise at his failure to release you until you begin to burn the pads of his fingertips. He quickly pulls away from you, opening his eyes to meet the red glow of yours. You lift your hand to wipe the layer of sweat that has now formed on your brow. "Oh, I'm sorry," he says, still keeping his gaze on you as he yawns. You'd expected a little more of an apology for his actions, and your eyes remain saturated with magic as you now glare at him. He lets out a soft laugh, and you feel your anger building as he laughs at you. He now looks confused, "I assure you I meant no harm, I was asleep, I apologise if it was a little too close for your comfort." You turn over away from him, annoyed, but feel his eyes boring into the back of your head, deep in thought. 
You don't receive a further apology, and you feel him pull the covers away from his body as he sits up, shifting to place his feet on the floor as he wakes fully. You curl into a tighter ball, pulling the blankets around you further. "May I ask exactly why you were asked to join the trip?" he asks, still facing away from you. You are surprised by the question, and take a moment to contemplate his motives before you answer. "Well, my magic... to protect them should anything go awry." "Ah" he responds, "Pretty foolish to cast you off the second you arrive then." He's right; it was foolish to do so. You feel the mattress rise as he stands, and he wanders out of the room, giving no hint to where he is going. 
King Loki returns to the room a short while later, changed into a fresh set of clothes, though his hair is slightly damp. You smell honey and mint waft through the air toward you. He's bathed, and you allow yourself to inhale the heady aroma as you sit up in bed to watch his movements as he readied for the day. You'd not noted the silver crown that sat on the bedside table last night and watch as he lifts it atop his head, silver horns glinting in the dim room. "You look very commanding," you say, surprised by your boldness as your words slip from your mouth. He grins and parts his mouth slightly, as if to speak, but instead runs his tongue across his upper molars as he takes in your words. You wish you could disappear into the pillows that sat behind you at his reaction. He laughs softly, "Well, I am King darling." Your flush spreads further, creeping further up from your neck, across your face. "I should ready myself, the discussions must be starting soo-" he cuts you off before you can finish your sentence. "That won't be necessary, take your time, you are not required to join the discussions today." Oh. You hadn't expected to be discluded from the talks, but it made sense now you had been handed over to Jotunheim, and you watched as he strolled out the room, hearing the doors close behind him. 
You lay back into the pillows, lost at what to do. He hadn't advised exactly how long these discussions would be, and you imagined your hours of mindless solitude, trapped within the walls of his rooms. You sighed heavily as you hauled yourself from the heavy covers, hoping he had left something edible. You were starving after not eating the night prior, and were pleased to be greeted by the savoury aroma of a stew that sat on the same silver tray as last night near the fireplace. You carefully assessed the strange root vegetables it contained, but they tasted pleasant, and you quickly finished the bowl. Your mind drifted to the fragrance he had left in the bedroom, and you wandered through an unknown set of doors, hoping it was a bathroom. It felt strange to wander through the King's private quarters; you felt like you were intruding, but you longed to soak away the stress of the day prior in the vast bath. 
You carefully scanned your eyes over the bottles that lined the edge of the bath, opening a select few to inhale their fragrance, searching for the one he had used earlier that morning. You finally found it, and poured the thick liquid into your hand, slathering it over your body, basking in his fragrance. You closed your eyes, focusing on the aroma, and your mind dragged you back to the bedroom. You contemplated this morning, and what would have happened if he had kept you held against his hard member. Your soapy hand creeps down your body, from your breast to your stomach, and you slowly reach towards your core. Ouch! The pain jolts you back to reality, and you glare down at your outstretched hand, frustrated at the inability to relieve yourself. You thought the chastity enchantment would have been removed the second you were handed over to the King, that was why you had been given to him, right? It should only have remained while in servitude to the elders, an annoying sacrifice to ensure your focus is kept on protection, not self-satisfaction. You frustratedly rinse your body and quickly leave the comfort of the warm bath. 
You are still laying undressed in the bed when the King returns a few hours later, your mind completely lost in thinking about how to remove the enchantment. Your magic failed to counteract it, the invisible shield over our core would not budge, and your fingertips ached from the continued zaps as you resorted to physical force to try and pry it from you. It was fruitless, it wouldn't budge with your magic, and it certainly wasn't going to be removed by your desperate hands. When the door to the bedroom is flung open, you jump in surprise, entirely embarrassed you lost track of time, fixated only on relief. He stiffens, his face has a slightly confused expression as he looks over you, trying to figure out what you had been doing for such a heavy fragrance of arousal to be lingering in the air. You furiously blush, unable to meet his eye line; this is now beyond embarrassing. 
"I... the... I'm afraid the-" his voice waivers, he's struggling to think straight and you allow yourself to finally look at him. It's delightful to watch him fail to string a coherent sentence together, and this isn't aiding your day-long frustration at all. His gaze intensifies as he identifies the need in your eyes, and he desperately moves closer to you with just a few intent strides. He grasps the heavy covers and pulls them away from your body with ease, completely exposing your body to him. He drinks you in; the rapid movements of your flushed chest, your full breasts, and your glittering slick core. "Glorious" he mutters under his breath, and he pounces on top of you, his weight restricting your breath slightly as he hungrily devours the soft skin of your collarbone, before moving up to your neck. You moan against his contact and pull him closer, and he drags his mouth away from your neck to kiss you with fervour, his cold tongue dancing with yours as you both become lost in heady arousal. 
The King drags your hips towards him, your thighs opening further to accommodate his broad torso. The cool skin of his now bare chest is teasing your nipples in just the right way, and he can feel them harden beneath him, pressed tightly against him. "I need to have you, I can't, I can't think straight. You've been a distraction to my mind all day." You moan at his words, he's won you over entirely, and you want nothing more than to find out exactly how impressive his cock must be if his large hands are anything to go by. His hand wanders between your thighs, but instead of providing relief to your desperately tightly wound arousal, he hisses in pain, quickly pulling his hand away. 
He lifts his body away from yours slightly, moving back from your parted thighs to drink in the sight of your core. He can see every detail; the engorged bud of your clitoris, your wet entrance, and the shimmering veil of magic that inflicted pain upon him. His brow furrows, unable to comprehend why you would do such a thing. "A trick, what are you doing, remove it!" he angrily says to you, and you hold your breath, slightly afraid of his reaction and assumption this was your doing. His eyes are dangerous, and he glares into yours as he awaits an answer. "I. I can't, I'm sorry, it's not me. The elders - it's, it's a requirement for servitude. To focus on protection. So we aren't distracted." His mind quickly directs his malice towards the dignitaries and the elders. How clever they are to have dangled such a tantalising woman in front of him, keeping his mind distracted from the day's discussions as the treaty is formed. His anger grows, but not towards you, and he consciously softens his expression as he looks down on you. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to frighten you." You inhale, desperately taking in air.
"May I try to remove it?" he asks, his tone now far more gentle. He hovers his large hand just a few centimetres from your spread core, and every fibre of your being begs he is successful. You nod, and he begins. The reflection of the light radiating from his hand glitters in his eyes as he intently focuses, droplets of sweat now forming on his brow from his mental battle to counteract the magic. The light intensifies, now flickering, and the most intense jolt yet tears through your core. You yelp at the agonising sensation and he quickly retreats his hand, the concern now visible on his face as he watches a tear escape the corner of your eye, your lower lip wobbling. "I'm sorry, this is so stupid, this is my fault. I didn't know!" you cry, and he shifts to lay at the side of you. With your bodies now disconnected, he reaches his hand up to gently cup your face, ensuring your eyes are looking into his own as he speaks to you. "My dear, this is not your fault. I swear to you, I will find a way to resolve this... obstacle... without causing you any harm". You turn to face him, a small laugh escaping your mouth, attempting to hide your feelings of disappointing him, and he connects his lips to yours, gently kissing you, and your eyes flutter shut to return the kiss. 
To Be Continued... 
Don't hate me, I thought the sense of frustration would really be accentuated by waiting for a Part 2...
*Update* 16/06/2022 - Part 2 is up and can be found here!*
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myfictionaldreams · 1 year
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Day 5. Clothed Sex - Loki
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Kinktober Day 5. Clothed Sex - Loki x f!reader
Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, maid/master sex, size difference, wall sex, public sex, magic, clothed sex, creampie no use of y/n
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Your arms struggled to hold the large pile of freshly washed linen as you hurried down the dimly lit corridor, trying your best not to crease having just spent the last hour removing any that were there before.
Turning a corner down an even longer corridor, an impossibly cold hand covered your mouth, gently shoving your face first into the adjacent wall.
“Careful Darling, someone might catch us” it was an immediate response to hearing his voice as your body and mind relaxed as Prince Loki stood before you.
“Prince?” you tried to turn towards him, wishing to look at him and wondering why you were being pushed against the wall where anyone could see you but his taller frame trapped you against the stone.
“Shh, please at least try to keep your voice down” he muttered hardly audible as his lips began trailing tender kisses up the column of your neck causing a shiver to ripple through your body.
Closing your eyes, you basked in the sensations he was causing. You and Loki had been secretly fucking for months now, having been assigned to be the maid in his section of the palace, the Prince had been quick to use his silver tongue and now you seemed to spend more time bent over a desk than cleaning.
However, these encounters usually were reserved to his private rooms, not in the middle of a random corridor. Trying again to turn your head slightly, you managed to keep your voice low, “Prince, we can’t do this here”.
“Hmm.. why not? No one will see either of us, I will make sure of that”. You knew he was referring to his magic and you’d seen him training more than ever with his mother but you were still unsure. Your throat felt tight as you swallowed down your fears and concentrated on the way your body was reacting, it was almost automatic for your body to prepare itself for him, in between your legs becoming wet.
Loki chuckled darkly at your actions moving his hand to your throat showing his dominance. You tried to grab his hand but in doing so, nearly dropped the linens in your hand, causing the two of you to jolt to catch them before they landed on the floor.
“Why don’t you concentrate on holding those, and I’ll do the rest” Loki suggested leaving you to babble wanting to say something back but instead giving up and clutching onto the material like your life depended on it.
Loki’s hands moved lower, easing up the material of your dress until it was bunch around your waist, leaving your underwear to be exposed. You noted the way that the Prince sucked in a breath, he did always love these particular dark green laced panties, and you also did secretly pick them out because they were his favourite.
Turning your face so that you could look over your shoulder, you watched as his fingers undid his belt with a simple flick of the wrist, hastily pulling aside the fabric to release his thickened cock.
Your cunt began squeezing in anticipation, even as you tried to ignore the fear that creeps up your spine at the possibility of being caught, if anyone found Prink Loki fucking a maid, it would be a scandal.
Your mouth gaped open in a silent moan as Loki moved your underwear to the side, and began pressing his cock to your entrance, your arousal coating his length as he eased himself in. Biting your lip to keep you quiet, you savoured the drag of his cock against your inner walls as he thrust in, his cold hands gripping onto your hips with fierceness.
Loki’s mouth returned to the side of your neck, nipping the skin, making sure as to not mark it, that would be for later on when he had you utterly bare before him, always marking your skin with his teeth where no one else could see but he knew they would be there.
As he pulled out until only his tip remained in your cunt, both of you paused, hearing the obvious footsteps of someone heading in your direction. Loki’s hand cupped around your mouth again, making sure you did not speak a word, his hips stilling but your heart pounded in your chest, fear prickling the back of your neck as you saw a guard walking down the corridor.
It felt like an eternity of waiting to see if he would react but the guard continued walking past, not so much as glancing in either of your directions. You guessed Loki had been practising his magic more than you’d realised as he had managed to hide you both perfectly.
As the guard disappeared around the corner and a door opened and closed, taking away the sounds of his footsteps, the Prince snap his hips into you, causing you to groan unexpectedly.
Loki removed his hand from your mouth, placing it back onto your hips to help him thrust harder into you and not being able to trust yourself, you brought the linen up to hide your face and cover your mouth.
Each thrust of his hips had your body jerking forward into the wall, meaning that his cock brushed against the beautiful spot deep within your pussy walls that had your knees shaking with each stroke.
Your breaths were heavy as he fucked you hard, feeling constricted by your clothes, the material feeling itchy and tight so much so that you wished to remove them all, wanting to feel his cool skin against your burning skin. However, you did love the thrill of doing it in the corridor so spontaneously, knowing you had a job you were supposed to be doing.
The sensation rushed over you quickly, the inevitable tightening in your abdomen that spread over your cunt and into the top of your thighs. You’d forgotten that you were in a public place as your orgasm rushed over you, only just being able to keep your voice at a whisper volume as you huffed, “Prince”, glad that he was also holding you up as your legs wobbled.
It didn’t take much longer for your convulsing cunt to cause Loki to cum, his thrusting uncoordinated before stilling, releasing a long breath as you could feel both of our juices smearing in between your legs.
Pulling out his half-limp cock, Loki quickly pulled your underwear back, making sure to not let any of his cum spills out, keeping it all locked in. As he swiftly tucked his cock into his trousers, you were able to pull your dress back down, turning to him and looking up with a glazed expression, seeing that he was smirking cockily down at you.
“Be in my quarters at the usual time” he didn’t give you time to respond before rushing off down the corridor.
Taking a deep breath, you began to carry on with your original journey, trying to ignore the cum patch in your underwear. Still, as you glanced down at the linen in your arms, you sighed heavily seeing that it was all scrunched up and creased so turning on the spot, you headed back towards laundry for fresh sheets.
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lucky-bucky-boy · 1 year
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Arrogance Incarnate
Pairing: Loki x Reader
Summary: Loki and you don’t get along, at all. It’s infuriating and frustrating, except in the few moments where it’s pure bliss.  Inspired by @lokisgoodgirl series Hostile F*cks that I stumbled upon a few days ago.
Word Count: 2859
Warnings: Slight angst, smut, dom/sub elements, angry fuck, pet names, open-ended ending
A/N: This post does not have any of my taglist added as my taglist is now 2 years outdated. I hope you all enjoy this piece as I certainly enjoyed writing again. Let me know what y’all think!
This is set as if everything is happy and okay, everyone lives in the compound together. Also, inspired by @lokisgoodgirl​ Hostile F*cks series that I stumbled upon the other day!
I do not own these characters. Do NOT repost my writing and/or fics anywhere without my written permission. Reblogs are welcomed and highly appreciated!
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No one really comprehended how it got like this, some days it was better not to ask and just ignore it. It didn't start out this way, quite the opposite as a matter of fact; all warm welcomes and soft smiles inevitably turned into agitated sighs and annoyed eye rolls. 
You couldn't help it though. He had become absolutely infuriating; too sure of himself, too cocky, too arrogant… Too Loki. 
Nat sat beside you at the kitchen island, finishing up her food as the time neared for her to leave. Majority of the team had been assigned a mission, they wouldn't be gone for long - only 2 or 3 days - but it required a lot of manpower to assure no one got hurt. You'd been on the last few big missions so Tony let you sit this one out, figuring you'd enjoy some peace and quiet.  
But peace and quiet was the last thing you would get. Since this mission requires the most finesse, the assurance that no one would make an abrupt move, that no one would steer away from the plan, Loki had also been chosen to sit this one out. 
"I really hope you guys get back sooner rather than later," you huffed, picking at the last bit of the fruit in your bowl. 
Nat chuckled softly, shaking her head at your complaints, "Try not to kill each other while we're gone. Spiderboy is hanging back too if you need someone to occupy you."
You rolled your eyes, standing up to clean up your dishes and taking hers with you, "Peter is an MIT student, has to travel between here and Boston every 4 weeks, has a girlfriend, is working on suit upgrades, and has friends in the city he hasn't seen in months. I doubt I'm the first person on his list of people to 'occupy'."
Nat followed you, rubbing her hand along your back as you stood at the sink cleaning the dishes. "Well, take yourself out, or have a movie night. Maybe rearrange your room like you've been talking bout. Or find a good lay." She teased at the end. 
You shook your head, turning the water off and shaking your hands of the water, "Yeah yeah, I know. But I'd rather spend my time sitting in the same room as you, playing on my switch, and bitching about the same shit over and over. But I'll live. You, however, need to get going before Steve decides to come searching for you."
She sighed, an apologetic look spreading across her features. "I know. But, we're still on for that brunch and spa spot next week. I'll text you updates, okay?" 
You nodded, watching as she turned and made her way to the meeting room for debriefing. 
This was going to be a long few days. 
You started making your way to your room, intending to grab a book then head out to sit by the pool. But you didn't make it far, hearing Thor's booming voice echoing off the walls. You stopped, hating yourself immediately for being interested in the conversation, but nonetheless you stayed out of sight. 
"Be nice to her, brother. She was the only one kind to you when we arrived. Surely, you must appreciate that enough to think about your actions."
Loki's sigh was sharp and loud, "For the last time, Thor, how I treat our fellow colleagues," there was a tinge of disgust in his voice that turned your face sour at hearing it, "has very little to do with you. Besides, this back and forth between (Y/N) was started by her. For being the one who was kindest to me, she's the only one now who is constantly irritated by my very presence."
It was true. You hated to admit it, but every word was true. Shaking your head, you kept moving, trying you best to make it seem like you hadn't been listening in. 
When Thor and Loki had decided to make Asgard their new home, things were rough. Loki's history with Earth made it so that S.H.I.E.L.D required them to live with the Avengers for two years. Any trips he made outside the compound had to be supervised for the first 6 months, then slowly he could gain trust. 
Their arrival was almost a year ago. You had heard the many stories of Loki, mostly bad with Thor sprinkling in some good. It became glaringly obvious to you that something had to be happening at the time the others had met him, that pieces of information were missing for you to understand fully why Loki attacked New York. Sure, you didn't want to immediately dismiss the concerns, but you wanted him to feel like he had someone there who didn't hate him. 
And it did begin that way, a friendly introduction, showing him books, introducing him to movies and songs. There were countless times in the beginning where Loki and you were almost inseparable. 
Then the missions started, and irritation started. He was too brazen, making bold moves without discussion. More than once he had put you in a predicament where you could have gotten hurt. There was this one mission in particular, you were undercover in a club trying to collect information, Loki was your watch - the person you had been talking to had gotten a little too close, nothing you weren't expecting, but Loki apparently felt it was too much. The two of you had to rush out after Loki left the guy with a broken nose. 
Sure, it became frustrating to work on missions with him, but it didn't become bad at home until after he was able to leave the compound on his own. 
One night, admittedly after too many glasses of wine, you had made your way to Loki's room with the full intention of trying to flirt your way into a date with him. He was tall, stunningly gorgeous, playful, and caring. You had spent a lot of time with him, movie nights that kept you up late, stories being passed back and forth. But just as you were about to knock on his door, there was a loud, high pitched, nasally moan of his name. It was a voice you didn't recognize, your blood running instantly cold as your hand hovered over the door.
It was that moment that things turned bad. You had made an backhanded remark the next day, and Loki being Loki reciprocated. Every day another verbal dagger thrown until the two of you couldn't be in the same room together. 
Tony had even put you two on an easy mission together, hoping that somehow you two would have it out and things would improve, but that didn't work. It just made things worse. 
You did have it out though. The first times of many you would truly have it out with Loki. No one had noticed or caught on, not that either of you were aware of. You truly couldn't stand him anymore unless he was seated to the hilt in you, or if his piercing eyes were darkening between your thighs, or his hands roaming every inch of your body. 
How would anyone catch on? Outside of your bedroom, the two of you barely even spared a glance to each other and the ones you did were out of sheer agitation. No lingering words or flirty smiles. And the only time you found him in your bed was after weeks of build up from bickering and arguing. 
You closed your door behind you, sighing deeply to try to put your roaming thoughts at bay. This was truly going to be a long few days. 
The weather couldn't have been better, but the moment you stepped outside the desire to be anywhere but on a bed or couch went out the door. You stood there for a moment, taking in the warmth of the sunshine and the soft breeze of air that allowed a reprieve from the heat. The jets of the teams leaving soared overhead. With yet another sigh you turned on your heels, heading back inside. 
Opting to head back to your room, you passed the living quarters again where Loki had taken home for the day. Your footsteps passing brought his attention from the book in his hands, watching with slight amusement as you moved through the compound. 
"Having troubles making up your mind?" He called to you. 
Another huff and roll of the eyes, but you kept moving, ignoring the God's taunt. 
You hadn't been in your room long before the door flew open, startling you. Loki stood there, annoyance written on his face. "No one else is here, so must you continue to pretend to hate me to my core?"
Words left you, unsure of what to say or how to feel. This was bold of him, he'd hadn't come to your room without warning before, and truly you did expect to just ignore each others existence for the next few days. 
"I asked you a question." He let himself in, shutting the door behind him as he stalked his way to stand above you at the end of the bed. 
"Pretend?" You asked, voice soft and throat dried. You hated the effect he could have on you - the smell of him, of leather, musk, and mint overwhelming your senses. 
"Are you saying you're not pretending?" His eyebrows were raised. 
You huffed, rising from your sitting position to your knees. "Loki, I can assure you, that pretending would be much less exhausting."
"Darling, don't act like there isn't a part of you that wants me." You swallowed hard, staring up at him. Of course you wanted him, you wanted him in more ways than you would admit. Loki stared back, "If you're not pretending, then why do you hate me?" His voice was almost teasing. 
"You're arrogant. You're arrogant to the point that you are blinded by it." You stated.
"That's it? Did the little pet get her feelings hurt by something I said? Or was it something I did?" He teased, punctuating the end of his sentence by carding his hands through your hair and tugging tightly. 
"I am the God of Mischief after all, darling. You truly didn't think that I wouldn't be a little unhinged, did you?" He tugged your hair back, forcing a gasp out of you as he started to move you to a lying position, him hovering over top of you, "We both know there's a part of you that still loves it. If you didn't, you wouldn't have your legs wrapped around my waist right now, you wouldn't moan my name so wantonly, you wouldn't even let me anywhere near your pretty little pussy." 
Loki used his leverage of his hand in your hair to turn your head, kissing at the sensitive skin of your neck. "Admit it," he said between kisses, "admit you want me, darling."
A chill ran down your spine. You hated it, the second he was on top of you, you had instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist, your hands now carding in his hair. You were already getting wet, trying your best to hold back any whines or moans. 
Loki didn't like you ignoring him. He bit down on the junction between your neck and shoulder, sucking hard and undoubtedly leaving a mark. He pulled back, "if you want me to satisfy you, you need to admit it."
His hand left your hair, both of them moving to roam across your body. The moved under your shift, cold fingers causing goosebumps to spread across your skin. He didn't say anything as he continued on, hands moving to cups your breasts, thumbs rubbing over your nipples through the fabric of your bra. 
He was going to tease until you admitted it. Loki's hips rocked slowly against you, relishing in listening to you whine and whimper, your own hips trying to run against him, your core getting hot with need. His lips continued their assault on your neck, careful not to leave any marks too high up. 
Suddenly, your shirt was gone, Loki using it magic to take it off. His mouth move to your shoulder, leaving an array of purple and blue there, making his way further down and nipping at the top of your chest. 
"Please," you whined, pulling at his hair, "Please Loki."
He chuckled against your skin, hands snaking behind you to undo your bra, taking notice of the goosebumps thay spread across your skin from the feel of his hands on you. "Admit you want it. You know what you have to say."
You whined, squirming as he pulled up some to discard your bra. Immediately, his mouth attached to your nipple, flicking and sucking the sensitive bud as his hand moved to toy with the other one. He switched back and forth, your moans like music to his ears. 
Moans were spewing out of you, hips rutting harder and fast. "Damn it, Loki, stop the teasing and just fuck me if that's what you came in here to do." You managed to choke out. 
Loki pulled away from your chest, both hands playing with your nipples now. "I came here to teach you a lesson. Now, admit you want it." 
"I want it," you finally blurted out, feeling like you were going crazy with need. "I want you, Loki. Please just fuck me."
"Good girl," suddenly, all of your clothes were gone. He sat back on his legs, looking down at you for a few moments. "Heavens, you're still just as ravishing to look at."
His were gone now as well and he leaned back down, capturing your lips in his. It happened so quickly, him moving your calves to his shoulders, lining his cock up with your core, pushing in slowly as your lips moved against each other feverishly. 
Loki pushed himself all the way in, staying still once he was fully seated, watching the look of ecstasy on your face, eyes screwed shut and mouth slightly agape. It was a look he would never get tired of. 
He waited until you looked up at him to pull out and shove himself back in, setting a pace that rattled you inside out. He moved one of your legs down to his waist, angling his hips and moving a hand to rub your clit. 
Loud moans fell from you, echoing off the walls and sounding like songs in his ears. He kept at it, feeling your walls spasm, watching you feeling at him. 
A wave of confidence ran through you, moving your other leg back down to his waist, you sat up as best as you could, carding a hand through his hair and pulling him back down to kiss him. You move your lips to his neck, making sure his would match yours in color. Hands moving along his lean body. 
Pressure began to build, his relentless pursuit of both your high starting to become successful. Your free hand moved to his back, scratching against the pale expanse of skin and leaving bright red marks in your wake. 
Suddenly, a hand was gripping your chin, forcing you to look him in the eye, "you're being so good for me for someone who hates me." A chill ran up your spine, the pressure in your core ready to flood and take over, "I can feel you squeezing my cock, cum for me, darling. Be my good girl and cum for me."
Between his blissfully sinful words and the rutting of his hips against yours, you toppled over the edge, immediately securing your mouth to his shoulder and biting down to muffle your loud moans. The pain spurred him on, his thrusts becoming erratic as he neared his own high. Loki came, painting your insides white as he collapsed on top of you, careful not to crush you too much with his weight as he took deep breaths, both of your hearts racing. 
There was a pleasant quiet that fell between the two of you, something that hadn't happened before. It was always finished and get gone as quickly as possible, but this time he laid there for a couple of minutes, both of you taking in the bliss of not being at each other's throat. 
Loki inevitably pulled out of you, taking the time to get up and get a rag from your connected bathroom. He brought it over, slightly damp, wiping the dried saliva from his own neck before handing it to you so you could clean yourself up some. As you did, he grabbed his clothes instead of using his magic to put them back on. 
Loki slipped his pants on, holding the rest of his clothes in his hand as he made his way to the door. With his hand on the knob, he turned to look at you, an almost tired expression on his face.
"When you have decided you're done pretending to hate me, let me know." And with that he walked out, leaving you there to contemplate your every emotion.
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Valhalla | Loki x reader
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Thor: Love and Thunder SPOILERS!!! This is also Loki from the original MCU timeline, who, you know died in Infinity War.
Summary: you died on battle after Gorr’s destruction. Once in Valhalla, you search for your dear love. 
Pairing: Loki x reader (no gender specified,  please let me know if you find any discrepancy)
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"It's fine..."
"No, no, no!" He leaned down to you, your wound bleeding out so fast, he knew an asgardian wouldn’t bear a wound from the Necrosword.
"Thor, I am fine," a weak smile appeared on your dry lips. "Go with her."
"I shouldn't have dragged you here," he whispered. The tears forming on his blue eyes. “I’m so sorry-”
"No, I wanted to fight... along with you, I am fine... Don't forget that."
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Your eyes opened. You blinked once, two times. The light was too strong for you, never in your life you've seen this kind of blinding light.
The last thing you remembered was Thor holding you in his arms. Gorr hurted you bad, but the pain was now gone. You sat down on the soft grass, blocking the light with your hand until you were able to actually see around.
There was a huge golden palace far away, a walking path leading you. The sky was blue and bright, just like you've heard the afterlife would be for your warriors.
Was it real?
“Y/N from Asgard,” a voice called behind you.
The man walked, standing up in front of you. He gave his hand to help you get up.
“Heimdall?”
The guardian smiled.
“Welcome, warrior.”
You accepted his hand, rising from the ground.
“Welcome to Valhalla.”
A smile appeared on your lips, the tears running on your cheeks. You hugged your dear friend, letting him know how much you missed him.
“I have someone who would love to meet you.”
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Heimdall guided you through the path until you arrived to the palace. On the way, you encountered a couple of old friends and familiar faces from the Ragnarok and previous battles.
They all wore pretty robes and dresses, just like your clothes. The warriors seemed happy and finally in peace after a life full of worry. It was good knowing you will be able to share feasts with them.
Once you entered the palace, a crowd was able to be seen in the middle of the ball room.
“Is this what you do every day? Eat and drink mead?”
Heimdall chuckled. “Pretty much so, yes. We don’t get to do a lot of things here, you know. We just live peacefully, eat and talk about our biggest fights.”
The guardian started to look for someone within the warriors, you walked by his side.
“Of course you do...”
Making your way through the crowd of people, you finally saw him. The person Heimdall wanted to show you. He was all alone, resting his back against the pillar. His green eyes looked lost, looking all the people around having their feast, a half smile adorning his lips and his skin as pale as always has been. The green and black clothes he usually used to wear now gone and replaced for gold and white.
“Loki?”
His eyes went wide and the cup of mead fell off from his hand once he heard your voice. The prince raised himself from the pillar to see you. Heimdall gave you some space to be alone.
“My dear...” Loki got closer to you, his hand touched your cheek as if he was afraid of hurting you. Or afraid to think it was an illusion.
“You’re really here,” you cried, letting him touch your face. You grabbed his hands on yours, his skin felt cold. Just how you remembered.
His arms wrapped around you, squeezing you softly agains his body. Tears fell from your eyes. Finally you felt safe. After all these years, you missed his touch, his voice, his charm. Everything.
“Can we go outside?” you sobbed.
Loki took your hand and walked away with you from the crowd. You found a beautiful garden and a small fountain. He leaned until your foreheads touched, his hand caressing on your cheek like if you were meant to break in any second.
“I missed you so much...” a whisper fell from your lips. Your eyes opened and looked at his green gaze.
“Fate already reunited us. That’s all I care right now, I love you,” he mumbled against your lips before placing a soft kiss on them.
“I have so much to tell you,” you smiled. “I can’t believe I am here, in Valhalla with you.”
“Well we have now all the time in the universe, my love,” Loki kissed your lips one more time.
“You know, besides me Thor is very proud of you...”
“That moron,” he chuckled. “He better is.”
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