#loki owns kinktober need i say more

[lady-rose-moon]

Just being with you... || Loki || Kinktober 2022 || 18+ ||

Part of my Kinktober Masterlist that you can find ~here~

My main Masterlist can be found ~~here~~

Summary: after sneaking away from a party, you decide that the best way to celebrate is with your lover...

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, thigh riding

Ever since Loki moved into Avengers tower, you had been overjoyed. Having abandoned Asgard back when he fell from the Bifrost and his subsequent return a year later driving you to Midgard, you were thrilled when the year after, King Odin announced that Loki would be permitted to serve his punishment with the Avengers. 

Now, Loki was known as an Avenger! He had his own action figure, child versions of his costume and horns were all the rage, and he was demanded an interview by every radio/television/podcast company there was! The Avengers had accepted your move into the Tower because they knew, as Loki’s wife, you would be able to handle the God. 

Avengers Tower was lively, many heroes going on missions and parties raging into the night for their victories. Loki barely joined the festivities but you knew it was his insecurities that led him to cowering away in his chambers for fear that it would bother everyone that he was in attendance. 

Tonight was no different. You escaped the joyous party with a box full of treats and your hair falling from the intricate style that Natasha and Wanda had helped you put it in but you hardly cared as you took the elevator to Thor and Loki’s floor. You swiped your card to Loki’s door and stepped inside to see the lights off and you released a heavy sigh and set the snacks down on the table closest to you before heading to his office where you knew he would be.

You slowly pushed the door open and smiled when you saw your husband at his desk, his eyes locked to the screen with his green seiðr helping him write notes for his reports. Smiling, you walked further into the room and stood beside his desk, gazing at the computer screen with interest and you cooed, “you’re studying me?”

“You are my strongest Avenger, dear,” Loki returned with a smile, looking away from his computer screen to meet your eyes. “You didn’t need to leave the celebrations for me,” your husband whispered, leaning back in his chair as he smirked up at you, “I would still have been here afterwards.”

You clicked your tongue and rolled your eyes. “I had hoped that you would have been in attendance tonight, husband,” you returned, lifting the slit in your green dress just enough so that he could see that your leg held no sign of a pantie strap and his face lost its colour, “I was going to reward you.”

“Rest assured, my darling,” Loki whispered huskily, “you can still very much reward me right now with that stunning cunt. I bet she’s missed me.”

Your lips spread into a devious smirk as you approached him, your hips swaying enticingly as you kept Loki's attention. His eyes were dark with lust for you even as you mounted his powerful thigh and your hand caressed his soft check. A sharp roll of your hips caused your weeping pussy to slide against his clothed thigh, eliciting a wanton moan from your throat from the intoxicating friction between your legs. With a sharp curse, your hips continued to roll against those godly thighs and your eyes slipped closed from the unbelievable pleasure. 

"Norns, pet," Loki moaned as his hands met your hips and he guided you through your pleasure," that is my good wife. You're so brilliant, kjaere, I apologise for not coming to the party if this was to be my reward."

You smirked slyly and began to quicken your pace, moaning at the wonderful feeling of your clit being stimulated by the silken fabric of his trousers. Loki moaned eagerly beneath you, relishing in the pleasure that you were taking with his thigh. He leaned his head upwards and sealed your lips in a passionate kiss. You continued to chase the electric pleasure that shot through you each time that you fucked your husband. Even now, your pleasure was building up into an intense orgasm that you knew would rock Loki's world.

You pulled away from the kiss and released a sinful moan as your orgasm ripped through you.

"Norns," Loki moaned enthusiastically and watched as you came down from your high. The God palmed his hardened length through his pants, watching with keen interest as your breathing returned to normal. "My good girl," the God praised, "do you feel better now?"

You nodded slowly and sunk against him. You were too sensitive now but your hips continued to roll lazily, trying to chase the powerful release. Loki chuckled but whispered soothingly in your ear, "sleep, my beautiful wife, you deserve some rest after such a powerful release."

Loki's gentle caresses followed you into a peaceful sleep. You always knew that you would be perfectly safe in the arms of your husband.

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[thomasisaslut]

Loki Laufeyson x Reader

Breeding — Kinktober

Word Count: 1.4k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"No." You argue.

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

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

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

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

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

"Breed me?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What?" He laughs.

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

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

"Please?" You smirk.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I love you too, my god."

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

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

"Yes, you are."

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[welikeimagines-andfandoms]

Kinktober day 3- Hate Sex: Loki

Summary: You and Loki hate each other. Can you fuck it out?

Word count: 2,346 words

It had been about 6 months since Loki had come to live in the avengers compound, and about 2 years since you were rescued from hydra and began living with them. In that time you’d both made amends and became close with the team, but not with each other. In fact the opposite was true, you couldn’t stand one another.

This feud had started off innocently enough, with you just not liking his arrogance and him liking to stir up the young midguardian woman but it’s grown worse since then. Neither of you can stand to be in the same room for too long and Nat had even made Steve change the training schedule so you 2 wouldn’t have to be around each other. Once you were even in the elevator with each other for just a bit too long and almost blew it up.

Everyone on the team had tried many times to get you both to at least tolerate each other but nothing would work. You both simply could not stand each other.

One night you could just not sleep, tossing and turning for about 2 hours before you decided to get up and do something. Your brain was not tired and your body was not shutting off so you decided to get dressed and head to the compounds gym, maybe a run or a couple punches on the bag would help.

So far it seemed to be doing the trick, but as you manoeuvred around the bag to give it another combo, you spotted him. As soon as your eyes found each other you both seem to roll them in unison.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” You spat at him, taking your earphones out.

“Well it’s a gym, darling, where one may workout, maybe that’s what I’m doing.” He retorts, words laced with sarcasm and venom.

“Fuck you, Loki! And don’t call me darling.” You roll your eyes again as you turn to face away from him and return to the bag.

Before you could make another hit however you feel a hand on your waist and see another resting on the bag. Turning around you find, Loki towering over you.

“Why don’t you like when I call you ‘Darling’, darling?” He asks you teasingly with a smirk on his face.

“Because!” You accentuate as you shove him away.

“It’s you saying it.” You reply back with just as much, if not more attitude.

“Well I suppose if it was another one of the team saying it you’d be fine? Someone you actually consider worthy of such attention.” He bites back at you.

“Yeh someone worthy, someone like Thor. He’s the worthy one, not you.” You spit back at him, knowing that would hurt him.

A snarl made its way to his face and you knew you’d won as you turned around and began to put your earphones back in, but were too late before he started up again.

“Well maybe I should save my compliments and pet names for someone who’s actually attractive. Perhaps Natasha or Wanda would be appropriate.” He bites back with just as much venom, knowing that was also a low blow.

That hurt, but you kept your head up high as you turned back to him with a smirk.

“Funny you think they’d actually want you. You’re nothing, Loki. You’re second rate and you know it, the only reason you’re even here is because we like Thor. He’s the only reason you’re not locked away,” anger now evident in Lokis face and trembling fists as you continued your assault “he’s the reason you’re not dead. Your brother, Thor, the worthy one the one who’s actu-.” Your torment filled rants was cut short as Loki smash his mouth into yours, pushing you all the way back until your back collided with the wall.

At first you wanted to push him off but in your own twisted way you saw this as a challenge. Grabbing onto his gym shirt you deepen the kiss, now opening your mouth as your tongues fight for dominance.

“You are a rude, disgusting woman!” He says now grabbing your hair and pulling it back as his body pushes against yours, using his godly strength to keep you caged in.

“Maybe you need someone to teach you some manners, or maybe you just need someone to fuck some into you. Maybe that’s why you’re such a bitch, because no one wants to fuck you.” He growled, his face now getting closer to you.

“What you think you’re the one to do it? You think if you fuck me maybe I’ll be nice to you? Maybe I’ll be compliant? That I’ll see you as a mighty god?” You ask him tauntingly with a rage filled smirk on your face.

Flipping you around before you have a second to fight back he pushes your face into the wall, his hand pulling on your hair roughly and a tight grip squeezing into your hip. Pushing his strong body against your back and ass you can now feel his very hard cock pushing into your lower back, feeling every inch of him. Without meaning to you let out a small moan and leant into his grip, your body betraying you.

“Oh haha, who’s not worthy now, little girl?” He whispers hotly into your ear, taunting you once again.

“Fuck you.” You yell back as best you can with your face being forced onto the wall.

“I will if you like. Is that what you’d like?” He asked, his hand now reaching around to grab your covered pussy, feeling just how wet you are even with your workout pants and panties on.

“Mmmhhmm it feels like that’s exactly what you want.” He moans in your ear, playing with you through your clothes and slowly but strongly humping against your back.

You both stayed quiet for a moment, the only sounds echoing through the gym were both of you quietly moaning and grunting.

Loki truly did have skilled fingers because only moments later of just playing with you over your clothes you could feel your body tingling and you knew you were close.

“Oh you dirty slut. You’re about to cum aren’t you? Do you want to cum?” He asks you tauntingly.

“Yes! Please I want to cum!” You begged, all rage now being flooded by pleasure and a need for release.

“Beg. Beg me and I’ll let you cum. Beg me to fuck you, to turn you into a good girl.” He growled in your ear, his thrusts on your behind becoming faster as did his strokes on your clit. You didn’t want to give in, you wanted to fight him and win but god damn it you couldn’t deny how hot he was and how good he was making you feeling.

“Oh fuck! Please, Loki! Please fuck me! I need you, make me a good girl. Please fuck me hard! Please! I need your cock.” You sobbed out, desperate to get some release.

“Good girl.” Was all he whispered before he took his hands away and took a step back.

Being denied your pleasure made the rage in you flood back with a great vengeance.

“What the fuck, Loki!” You shouted at him as you made your way towards him. Before you could even take a step forward though he was back on you, pushing you against the wall, hand on your throat and harsh kisses shoving your head back.

“You really think the first time I would make you cum would be over your clothes like pubescent boy? Darling I intend to give you an orgasm only a God can give you. So you be a good girl and lay on your back on the floor for me. I’ll show you why they say a have a silver tongue.” He whispered against your lips as you looked into his eyes with need and submission.

“Okay, Loki.” You said quietly, earning you a playful slap on the ass as you made your way to the ground.

Loki was quick to jump on top of you. Making quick work to use him godly strength, tearing the clothes from your trembling body, leaving you completely naked on the cold gym floor.

“Couldn’t you just have magiced them away.” You ask rudely, seeing your nice new gym outfit ripped to shreds beside you.

“Yes of course,” he says pushing a hand around your neck, pushing you further down “but then you wouldn’t be able to see my godly strength, little one.” He whispers hotly into your ear teasing you.

Before you can respond he removes his hand from your throat and drags a moan out of you as he bites down onto your neck. This bites followed by sweet kisses down your neck, to your throat and landing on your first breast. He takes your nipple in his mouth, sucking and nipping on it as your hands tangle in his hair as your eyes roll and your head falls back.

Once he’s satisfied with the treatment your first breast received he moves on to the next, giving it a similar treatment. Once he’s happy with the attention he’s given your breasts, his kisses continue down your stomach and all the way to your pussy.

He just stares at your pussy for a while taking you all in as he licks his lips and spreads your legs apart, big slender but strong hands squeezing your thighs. Suddenly he licks up your pussy and tauntingly sucks on your clit for other half a second.

“Oh, darling, if I knew you tasted his heavenly I would have shut you up ages ago.” He smirks at you cheekily as begins to lick and suck at you again.

Loki truly did have a talented tongue because less than a minute later you felt yourself about to cum again. Not wanting a repeat of last time you began to beg.

“Please, loki, please I’m about to cum. You can fuck me as hard as you like, I’ll be a good girl for you just please let me cum. Oh please let me cum, baby, I’ll be such a good girl.” You begin to babble as you can’t wait for a response any longer and you cum before you can even stop yourself. A wave of pleasure like you’ve never felt before rushes over you as you grab onto Lokis hair and scream out a moan, head falling back and eyes rolling.

Once Lokis face comes back up you begin to worry, trying to babble out an apology, still in a state of great euphoria.

“Loki I’m sorry, I couldn’t control it, I needed to cum, I’m sorry.” You begged him, worried you’d done something bad.

“Shh shh, don’t worry, darling, you did wonderful.” He told you as he stroked your face.

His sweet and calm demeanour didn’t last long however as he grabs you by your throat once again and flips you over. Pushing your head down into the ground and shoving your ass up in the air. You moan as you feel his hard cock against your ass, this clothes now removed by his magic.

“Didn’t think I’d forget to fuck you did I? You naughty little girl. I’m gonna fuck you so hard you’ll never want to be mean to me again. Make you into such a good girl.” He growls in your ear as you try to rub yourself against him.

Before you can begin begging however, he’s shoved him cock all the way inside you, forcing your body forward.

“Fuck, you’re already my good little girl, your pussy was so wet I could just slam right into you.” He taunts as he begins to fuck you at a godly pace and power.

His hands dig into your hips so hard it hurt, no doubt leaving bruises and pain you’ll feel tomorrow. He truly was a god, the roughness of his thrusts not calming down, not even once. He fucks you full speed and force for what feels like a splendid eternity.

Your head begins to go dizzy as you can feel your orgasm approaching, sensing this Loki reaches around to lightly touch your clit, his speed and power not letting up once though.

“You’re close are you, my good girl? You gonna cum for me? You want to cum for your king? Be such a good girl for me?” He asks you sweetly.

Loki had been hitting all your right spots and fucking you so hard that all you could manage was a weak nod of your head, as another moan left your body with Loki pushing down harder on your clit.

“Oh is my good girl too cock drunk to answer? To full of pleasure? Don’t worry, my darling, I’ll let you cum. Come on, little girl, cum for me.” He says only now panting as he gets closer to finishing himself.

Mere moments after his words of encouragement you scream out a moan of absolute delight and pleasure as your eyes roll back. You feel a burst of wetness between your legs as Loki holds onto your hips and fucks you even faster, now cumming himself.

He roars out a moan as he finishes inside you, both of your cum mixing together.

Before you can fall to the floor Loki quickly pulls out of you and scoops you up into his arms. As you feel the warmth of his chest and his racing heart beat you realise he’s transported you under the covers in his nice warm bed.

He’s cleaned you up nicely and holds you lovingly against his chest as he kisses your forehead and strokes your arm.

“Are you going to keep fighting me now?” He asks playfully.

“Well if being mean gets me fucked like that then I might have to.” You joke back.

“Hmmm,” he sighs “how about being nice and seeing what I give you then, sweet girl.” He whispers to you seductively as he squeezes your ass before you both drift softly off to sleep.

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[pasdasin]

Ktober day one - Size kink - Loki x reader

a/n: welcome to kinktober! enjoy ur month of fanfics lol this is made in collab with my two of my irls @fuckmachine42069 and @honeybeedrabble! sorry if this is bad lol

cw: pnv sex, unprotected sex, oral (m receiving), cussing, slight degradation, prob more

reader under the cut ------

Loki never felt truly loved until he met you. You knew him, witnessed his destruction, and still decided to give him a chance. He never knew that he could feel like this. Especially when you decided to take him to a remote cabin in the mountains, just the two of you. Just as friends. 

God he hated that you just saw him as a friend. He means that friends don’t just share their darkest secrets, they don’t occasionally flirt, and they don’t get drunk and make out- but that was just a drunken mistake, right?

The snow fell outside the cabin the two of you shared a glass of wine you stole from Tony’s collection. He watched as you giggled at the silly card game the two of you were playing. 

“OH! This is a good one” you looked up at Loki from across the couch.

“Oh?”

“Yeah… is there one physical trait you haven’t shown anyone?” Loki was taken aback by the question. Were the two of you close enough for him to show you his true self? The two of you did make out a lot, flirt, but emotionally? Were you more than friends? Could he truly trust you? Fuck it.

“I believe there is one thing…” Your eyes lit up with excitement at this revatation. “Before I show you, I need to know I can trust you.” His eyes scanned your face, praying to whoever would listen that you would say the words that he needed to hear. 

“Of course you can trust me Loki.”

“No that’s not what I mean. I need you to be honest with me…”

“What are you asking me?” Your heart was pounding in your chest. 

“Are you in love with me the way I am in love with you” Silence filled the air. Loki turned his back and sighed in defeat . It was so stupid of him to think you’d be in love with him. You two weren’t more than friends who kiss. He felt his arm be pulled by you, causing him to turn  to face you. 

“I…I’m in love with you Loki” He leaned down and captured your lips with his own. The kiss was passionate and full of the mixed emotions the two of you felt towards each other. The kiss grew more heated and the two of you moved back onto the couch. He pulled away from you, straddling your hips and effectively trapping you. 

“Once I show you this. you have to be mine. remain mine.” You only nodded your head and watched in amazement as he transformed before you. His once pale skin turned a beautiful shade of blue. It was icy and cool. His eyes turned a shade of deep, blood red. His height greatly increased as well. Your eyes scanned his body, absorbing all of the new side of loki. 

“Well?” He asked nervously. Your jaw dropped slightly and he slowly felt himself getting amused by your reaction. “You never seen this before?”

“Obviously not. Just… let me” Your hands dragged up and down his body, getting used to all the new bumps and scars that littered his body. His skin was impossibly cold and only turned you on more. Your hands trailed down his abs and hovered over his cock. You looked up at him and searched his face for any signs of regret. 

His eyes only encouraged you further and his hands guided your own to touch him. In his frost giant form, Loki was impossibly bigger than any man you have ever been with before. His cock had barely fit in your hand and as you continued to pump him up and down, you found him to only get harder and harder. He moved to undo his pants and free his cock from his boxers. You watched as his cock sprung free and nearly hit your cheek. 

“Loki,” you looked up at him, his blue skin and red eyes intimidated you, but also made you feel a new kind of excitement. “Once we start, I don’t wanna stop”

“Then what are you waiting for?” He said, gripping your hair. You licked a long stripe up his cock from the base of it to the tip. He involuntarily shuddered and pulled your hair tighter as you moved your mouth to take in his tip. Even that felt like it was a lot. You gently started to bob your head up and down his length, trying to find a satisfactory pace. Loki had other plans, deciding that  he needed more. Your eyes rolled back and tears streamed down your eyes as Loki fucked your mouth, losing himself slightly. 

Looking down he realized only about a third of his dick could fit in your mouth before activating your gag reflex. He reveled in the fact that his size was making you react like this. You moaned and gagged on his cock, making him groan at the vibrations. His grip tightened on your hair. 

“You can’t even take all of me in your mouth and yet you're whoring yourself for me.” You only could moan in response, trying to swirl your tongue around what was in your mouth and jacking off the rest. You could feel him getting closer and closer to his orgasm. 

When he was on the brink, he pulled out of you, leaving you confused. 

“I’m gonna cum in that pretty little cunt if yours.” He muttered to you, as he moved you to your hands and knees. 

“Loki you didn’t-“

“I’ll be gentle” He said as he started to push into your cunt. Your breath grew labored and you started to feel the painful stretch as Loki started to fill you as much as he could. You looked up past the couch and straight into the mirror that leaned against the wall. You could only moan at the sight of his 7 foot body pressing into your much smaller frame. He was like a giant trying to fit into a regular sized door. 

He was anything but gentle. He barely gave you time to adjust to his size before he started pounding into you. The sheer. size of him had you feeling his cock up and into your stomach. He was rough with you, making you believe he was chasing his own pleasure. It didn’t matter when his dick rubbed and filled every inch of your cunt. You were shaking and moaning under him, feeling as though your arms were gonna give out any second.

“Look at you. You barely can fit my cock and here you are already about to cum.” He started to pound into you harder than before, making your legs shake. 

“Please- please let me. I need to-“ Loki hushed you. 

“Cum for me” You felt your pussy clench at his command and a wave of pleasure wash over him. Loki thrusted harder and got sloppier until he finally came inside you. He stilled inside you and panted. Slowly he disconnected himself from you and watched as his cum spilled out onto the couch. 

“Are you okay?” Slowly, you turned to face him, a fucked out expression washing over you.  

“We should’ve fucked sooner”

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day 2: titfucking - mista x reader

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[narrators-journal]

A wolf in sheep's clothing

I feel so bad for the asker on Ao3 lol. This one took me so fuckin' long to settle on an idea for, and on top of that, I struggled to write Akechi for some reason?? I dunno why, but he feels iffy here, as does Akira, but I need this little beastie out of my to-do's lol. I hope you enjoy regardless!

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CW: Very mild. It's mostly just spanking. Semi-public if you squint, as well as dubcon, but I just let this be a simple tease rather than a whole thing.

Being who he was, Goro Akechi was essentially the king of the metaverse. Soaked deep into the collective consciousness of the public, he could reach the devil for tea, and with the experience he had in palaces, helping with Sae’s casino was a cake walk. Even if he was limited to solely using Robinhood so as to not give himself away.

So, something as simple as breaking in after an expedition onto the game floor with the phantom thieves was meant to be quick, efficient, and utterly safe.

Yet...Loki still whispered in the back of his mind, “Maybe stick to robinhood. Kurusu seems like the type to explore on his own as well, and we wouldn’t want him of all people catching you.” “What would that do, though? I have a mask that hides my entire face in my other costume. All he’d see is a weird bird looking thing.” Akechi snorted, even as he worked his way through the more industrial-looking, less populated corridors of the palace. Not bothering keeping an eye out for shadows as he went. “Because I asked nicely. Just for the attitude, even if you DO try to call on me, I’m not coming out.” The bull huffed, and while Akechi was at least 60% sure his persona couldn’t disobey a summon, the petty threat still got his scarlet eyes to roll.

Loki was a bit favored, the brunette didn’t need to be the second coming of the detective prince to know that he preferred a persona more aligned with his true intentions and work than a sterile, goody-goody version. So, he could also admit to himself that his slight favoritism may have spoiled the demonic bull a tad. Leading to his ungodly annoying streaks.

But, regardless of Loki’s snobby power plays, or whatever weird bullshit was putting the monster on edge, Akechi did as he was told and kept to his princely, white-and-red costume with the embarrassingly long-nosed mask while he was studying the layout of Sae’s warped area.

The main floors had instantly been off of the table since he’d scoped the place out the first time. Simply too crowded and normal for him to be able to sneak away from the thieves if needbe, even with the distracting dance of lights and cacophony of sounds. So, that left the detective with the less guest-facing areas if he wanted any potential escape routes or stealth openings.

So, he took his time in his recon. Taking long moments to study any possible network of ventsilation shafts or hallways for a way to swing killing Joker without getting caught. Any shadow that dared to bug him simply got skewered by Robin’s arrows.

However, Akechi was prepared for a confrontation, even if it was with a phantom thief. What he wasn’t prepared for was to crawl halfway into a vent to peer down into the never-ending maw of cold metal, and hear the motor of a door or gate shutting. “Oh what the- AH!” In a matter of seconds, the great second coming of the detective prince...was trapped under a shockingly heavy metal gate. And, while Loki didn’t actually say anything, Akechi could feel the smug ‘I told you so’ rattling around his own head. “this is utterly fine.” He huffed out, planting the palms of his hands on the metal walls and trying to pull himself forward. “This is. Fucking fine.” Yet, much to his annoyance, the belt of his pants was too fat to fit under the garage door trying to seal the vent. “All I did was trip a single alarm. The gate’s not even crushing me, this is manageable.” “Are you sure about that, Crow? You seem kind of stuck from this side.” A new voice echoed through the metal.

The sudden addition of Joker registering to the brunette damn near took the man out like an almighty attack. Loki you slut, did you know about that horrid little bastard following us?! He internally snarled at his persona, simply getting a petulant “Humph!” As his response. Which was all he needed to know that he’d fist fight his own monster later. “Uh, I-I’m pretty sure, Joker. What the hell are you even doing here though?” He asked aloud, doing his best to seem properly confused and embarrassed rather than kick Akira in the nuts for existing. “I came back to see if I could use our game card to get extra coins. Since I couldn’t do much else and didn’t want to sleep...what are you doing here though? It’s, like, midnight in reality.” He pointed out, making Akechi chuckle slightly, “Ah, well...I was simply trying to get the lay of the land in here. Try to find the treasure room, or any keys and see if I could map it out for when we returned.” Relying on a softened truth and his natural bruised ego to sell it. Which, only got him a long moment of silence from the leader of the phantom thieves.

Then, that pesky road block of thick leather was abruptly yanked down. ”E-Excuse me?!” He snarled, his mask gone, his face red, and his teeth bared when he turned his head as best the vent would allow, to glare at the opening of lighting his body beneath the stubborn gate created. “Oh shit, I...I’m sorry.” Akira squeaked, that blood-boiling confidence gone just as fast as Akechi’s sugary tone was. That smooth voice suddenly uneven from the shot of flustered shame surrounding each stuttered word.

Yet, Akira didn’t pull Akechi’s snowy white pants back up, or pried that stupid gate back up. He instead simply sat there. Probably staring at the pale skin of the detective’s ass with that deer-in-the-headlights fear that Akechi had seen when they’d first run into eachother. What a dumbass. I’m going to fucking flay you, now. “Kurusu, you dumb fuck, fix-” His venom was cut short when he felt the sudden and sharp sting of a strike to his ass.

He’d been fucking spanked.

Not entirely intentionally, it seeemed. Judging from the awkward stretch of painful, silent seconds that followed. Nothing but whatever movement could seep into Akechi’s metal prison bouncing off of the vent walls, and Akira’s horror mixing with the detective’s surprise like paint in water. At least, until a switch seemed to flip in the phantom thief.

The awkwardness and impulsivity gone for a dark giggle instead. A sound far more fitting for his rather low voice, and one that sent a slight buzz into Akechi’s blood that mingled with the lingering tinge of pain from Akira’s strike. “Kurusu.” The detective prince tried, keeping his voice calm, and slow like he was talking to a nervous animal instead of a hormonal teenager seemingly slipping into some repressed fuckery. Or, perhaps those were both appropriate situations for that method. “Please pull my pants back up. And let me out of this vent.”

Another stretch of silence followed that… ”what if...I don’t though?” Holy shit.

Now, normally, Akechi would’ve summoned Loki the second his pants were fucked with. But, while he was slowly growing freaked out by Akira’s abrupt shift in personality, there was a voice within that was just barely louder than that anxiety. A dark, curious voice suggesting, Maybe, just maybe. We can hold off for a bit longer. See if we can talk our way out of it...or if it just takes a fun turn. With such impregnable reason, the brunette found he couldn’t quite muster the will it took to bring the demonic bull out. “W-why exactly do you prefer me stuck halfway into a vent?” He asked instead, only getting another smack to his ass cheek, and another ripple of conflicting pleasure and pain into his half-stiff cock. “I’m not sure,” Akira admitted the curious edge Akechi could just hear through the metal of the vents and the morbid darkness of the man’s words encouraging him. “I sort of pulled your pants down on impulse...but now I...dunno, just kind of enjoy this.” He continued, smacking the detective’s ass again to earn a hiss and a wince. That fucking gate throwing an unwanted dose of aching into the equation, but the thought of Akira possibly turning evil was...hot.

Letting out a slow breath, Akechi pushed that discovery down. Trying again, this time with more sugar in his words, “U-um, well if you simply want to hook up with me, this is...a sketchy way to make that known, y'know.” Which, got him another harsher strike to the ass.

At that point, his rear end stung like a horde of angry wasps, but the pain of the impact of Akira’s hand on his ass continued to radiate a delicious warmth throughout his body as well. “Y’know, I’m half tempted to tell the others your ass got stuck~” the phantom thief warned, almost purring with an evil energy bleeding from his words that sent another trickle of lewd excitement down Akechi’s spine despite the escalation. “Maybe I could let Ryuji and Yusuke take turns with you. I think it would be kind of nice to see such a pristine goody-two-shoes defiled in such a fun way.” He continued, his warm hand suddenly gentle as it lovingly rubbed the burning out of Akechi’s skin. Only feeding the heat that had his dick twitching. “That would be a crime, dumbass. Would you really want to add sexual assault to your record?” The detective snapped out, only to get a harsher slap to the cheek of his ass. “Maybe I’ll just assault you, then leave you for a fucking shadow to kill. How about that instead?” He shot back, and while Akechi knew that Akira was far from the type to even carry through on the first half, the way his voice dropped further into a venomous malice made his heart skip a beat as much as it made his dick twitch against the metal of the partially-shuddered vent. What in god’s name am I into? But, that thought was not one he wanted to ponder when he was stuck beneath a mall store’s shudder, on his knees, with his pants falling around his knees and a possibly twisted phantom thief making threats. So, he shook his head a bit and recomposed his social mask once again. ”Look, could you just...maybe pry the vent door open so I could get out? We can both just forget this entire situation. I’ll forget you pulling my pants down, and talking about killing me, you forget about me being stuck in a vent like a dumbass and my threat to report you.” A moment of silence followed his words yet again. Foreboding, but there was also a beam of hope for his dignity still.

Then, with a sigh that was nearly inaudible through the metal of the ventilation system, Akira pulled Akechi’s pants back up. Which, the detective prince took as agreement, so when Joker finally got the metal gate back up enough so that Akechi could worm his way free, he said nothing but a prim “Thank you, Joker.” and left it at that. Both men simply leaving that entire encounter at that vent opening and just leaving the palace in their own, separate ways. Not a further word between them, and the air around them a noxious mix of cold and awkward.

”Well, that was enlightening.” Loki chuckled when the two persona users had parted in those quiet hallways, but Akechi ignored any teasing from that motherfucker. He didn’t need a magical monster to state how mixed up and confused he was. Both at how such a sketchy encounter left him with a boner, and how Akira had it in him to stoop so low on...apparently impulse.

So many questions. No more time.

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Day xxvi: Sex Pollen

Summary: Your usual hunt alongside Loki and his men did not go as planned. Words: 2,248 Warning: Smut. Dubious Consent (Sex Pollen influenced) Vaginal Intercourse. Sex Pollen Symptoms (?) Characters: Jotun! Loki Laufeyson x Fire Demon!Reader A/N: Not yet back, just posting the rest of the parts so I don't have anything more to deal with when I get back again.

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"I don't think you are ready for the hunt."

The deadliest glare was given to Loki, but he tried to seem unaffected by his wife's gaze. It's been well over half a year now since you had given birth to your twins, and the half of that since you had made your feelings for each other known. It had also meant that as much as Loki trusted your capabilities of hunting alongside him and his men, there was this underlying worry that will never shake off him.

"I've fought alongside you during the battle with the Kraken, a simple retrieval of medicine for the healers should not be a problem." You snorted, turning you back towards your husband and continued on with preparing everything you would need for the hunt.

Loki wasn't worried about the actual retrieval, it would be easy and somewhat menial that you and he could have done it on your own. But there was always talks about the snow forest. Folklore often depicted the forest to consume any female they would eye. He worries more about you that he needed the number of men to join them for the task--knowing he couldn't change your mind.

"What about the twins?" He tried once more.

"My Love, the twins shall be under their caregivers' care for the time being. Besides, is it not just a day's trip if I remembered correctly." You assured and you were right, it wouldn't take the entire day, but then again, not knowing what lies deep inside the forest especially at the coldest time of the year, Gods know what they would be facing.

"There is really nothing I could say or do to stop you from coming?" He inquired.

"Nothing." You smirked turning to face him once again. Arms gently wrapped around his waist. "And if we finish the task early--we will celebrate any way you would want."

At the offer, the familiar warmth now settled deep in the pits of his stomach.

"Anything?" His own hands falling towards the swells of your ass. Pushing you further into him.

"Anything you want, My Love." You smirked pulling away and turning back to packing the needed weapons and materials for your travel.

Loki could only hope nothing bad happens for their own safety, and more so now with the promise of what was to come after.

~

In the freezing cold, most of Loki and his warriors wore a thick coat to protect themselves from the bitter winds. You remained in your usual clothing, a thin tunic and slacks. The cold could do nothing to your body and standing in the middle of the group, you radiated as much warmth as your body could let off, one of the few perks of being a Fire Demon in Jotunheim.

"There." Loki had spoke, pointing at the sudden forest that came to view. It was odd, for you, to see a vast and almost healthy forest in the heart of the cold environment of Jotunheim. It almost looked the same as the ones in Midgard when you and your husband had visited Jane Foster's realm.

"Watch your steps, My Queen." Loki's gentle words brought your attention away from the forest and towards the warrior protecting you and your husband. Cold hand holding onto your upper arms as you had ventured deeper into the forest.

Behind the white curtains of snow was an evergreen of trees. The somewhat green hue radiated throughout.

"It's beautiful." You found yourself whispering.

Aside from the usual hunts for meat, this was by far the first time you had been in anywhere outside of the castle in a long time since your pregnancy. Loki had never really had you anywhere near this forest, for reasons that still you were not aware of.

"When the children are a year old, I will bring you up north to several tribes, they had forests as beautiful as this." Loki had pointed out as you had continued on your walk inside.

A smile rested on your lips at the suggestion.

"I will certainly enjoy that, My Love." You beamed, holding on to his hand as you continued on your cautious step inside the forest. Eyes somehow constantly falling on the various plants and flowers surrounding the supposedly snowy barren lands.

You had watch the warriors begin to spread apart, collecting the needed plants and herbs the healers would be needing. You and Loki were left to roam further around, he tried his best to be as close as he possibly could without suffocation you with his presence--which was impossible if you were being honest.

"I'm genuinely surprise you would want to join such a dull task." Loki had pointed out eyes roaming the forest. "You do have a preference for battling to the death with the fiercest monsters of the realm."

"When you had known nothing but bloodshed and war in your realm, such simple act of peace and prosperity in a forest could be so much for even someone of my ranking." You spoke honestly.

During the earlier days of your marriage to Loki, one of the many reasons you had refused such a fate was the lack of war that came in the realm. There was order in the tribal realm of Jotunheim, something was a sheer contrast to the constant war and chaos your own kind was capable of instigating.

"I will take note of that when those Dark Elves make another attempt over my realm." He joked making you roll your eyes knowing war with the Dark Elves and Malekith had been long done, it had caused so much death, including Loki's parents and practically a quarter of the entire realm.

"That is not something to joke about, Loki." You scold moving farther away from your husband, your height becoming a momentary advantage as you sneaked your way deeper into the tighter parts of the forest.

Ignoring your husband's words, you continued down a particular path, your had made sure not to touch anything in fear of burning everything with your touch. It was after all, a curse that comes with being a fire demon. You destroy everything you create. A fear you never thought would come haunting you as you created a family for yourself in the form of your husband and your children.

Loki's voice slowly faded to the back of your mind at a flower that just looked out of place in the whole forest.

A single pink flower that looked far too out of place in the desolated area of the forest. There was an almost pulsing glow coming from the flower. A part of you knew that it could be a dangerous plant for all you know, but another part of you, a curious part of you that had never seen something so beautiful. Approaching closer to the said flower, your world slowly disappeared before you and attention now fully on plucking the flower.

"My Queen, no!"

Just like that, as you held the pink flower, bright violet pores escaped and you had the misfortune of breathing in. Letting go of the flower, you vision begins to blur, eyes turned to the owner of the voice, Loki and the rest of his warriors were now coming towards you. But darkness had finally consumed you before any of them could come and save you.

~

He knew he was right, he knew that bringing his wife to the forest would end with this. End with you getting hurt and knowing close to nothing when it comes to tending to you. The healers, fortunately do, having began their studies of a fire demon's anatomy since your arrival and they had known how to treat you at cases like this. He had only wished never for them to have to actually make use of their learnings.

His wife was still sleeping on their shared bed. But he knew something was wrong when he held onto your hand and letting go just as quickly. You were freezing up.

"The Queen has been exposed to a breeder pollen." One of the healers had explained, replacing Loki's hand and held onto your own.

He had known about the flower. It was well known throughout Jotunheim, but never has it been seen in the eons until now. Until his wife had ignored his warning and went on your merry way exploring the forest.

"What can we do to help her?" Loki inquired, readings upon readings about said flower were different and what worried him more was the fact that you were a Fire Demon, feared that this flower could be dangerous for your body.

"All we need to do for now is wait for the pollen to pass from her body. Give or take the rest of the day."

"And if it does not?" He questioned, furious for the lack of concern in the healer's tone.

"Then the Queen would be needing your assistance as her husband."

Before the healers' words finally clicked, she had announced her leave, with Loki now standing dumbfounded for what was to happen for the rest of the day. He could only hope that you were not in pained as he feared you would be.

Hours of waiting for you to wake up had him grow tired and somewhat thankful that the pollen would pass peacefully. He found himself laying besides you, not fully asleep, but just enough to rest his weary body and his mind that was filled with nothing but ensuring you are safe and sound.

In his sleepless state, he heard your first moan and he was kick to sit up from your shared bed. You were awake--barely as you continued to wrangle in your own skin. A cool toned hue has now painted your skin, fire no longer covering your skin.

"Y/N?"

"Cold," you stuttered, wrapping the blanket around your trembling body.

Brows furrowed realizing what was going on with you.

"I'm so cold." Your voice trembled as you spoke those words.

Loki did not hesitate as he pulled you into his embrace, hoping that what little warmth he did have in his own body would be enough for you.

"What do you want me to do?" His voice was practically pleading for you, to be able to save you from whatever was happening. And with just a single touch of your hand around the base of his clothed cock, he knew perfectly well what you needed from him.

~

"Harder!" You moaned, on your stomach, everything was slowly bringing you back the warmth you had lost since inhaling that dangerous pollen. But Loki was doing everything in his power and his capabilities to fuck you back into normal.

The numbing cold in your stomach slowly but surely reaching relief that only your husband and King could give you. The irony of your husband, a frost giant was giving you the warmth you had somehow lacked all throughout as a Fire Demon.

Prone on your stomach, Loki continued on with his ministration. Cock slick with your wetness and his own cum. You had lost count of the times you had had your release or the number of times Loki had came inside of you.

It was one of the rare instances that you were thankful for the Jotun's healthy appetite and impressive stamina. It was appeasing the frigid cold inside of you. The warmth that spilled inside you as your release as well as your husband's spilled deep inside you. Mind finally at peace and the cold slowly fading away. Craning your head towards your arms, relief slowly creeping inside of you as the gentle fire was now slowly painting your skin once again.

"Y/N?"

You could only moan as a response to your husband's call. The emptiness of him finally pulling out earned a groan from the two of you. With what little strength you had, your turned onto your back to see the aftermath of your disastrous hunt with your husband.

"You are forbidden from going on hunts for a while."

You nodded, no longer having the strength to argue with him at this point. Limp were your bones but your husband look like he could still go for another round from his stance and how erect he still was.

"As long as you stay in bed with me all throughout, My King." You purred gaining the little glint in your eyes just to tease your husband.

"If we continue on with this, I'm certain Enya and Aster would have a sibling by the next moon." He warned, but the smirk that rested on his only meant he wasn't so opposed to the idea as he would say he was.

"A little girl, just so we can outnumber you and Aster?" You teased gently spreading your legs, the cold sensation of Loki's cum dribbling in between your legs sent a shiver down your spine.

"Do not threaten me with a good time." He growled diving right back into you.

Ironically, what neither of your had expected was you had continued joining hunts alongside the rest of his warriors or the fact that Loki was right to expect another child because of the incident. You were right in your guess of the gender, but as well as wrong in your guess of just a girl. Another twins was in your horizon and only meant another series of chaos for the King and Queen of Jotunheim and the rest of the realm.

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[megthemewlingquim]

Omg meg for Kinktober could you write   ❛   your face would look better between my legs.   ❜   where the reader is teasing Bucky/Loki (you pick) all night when they are at a party or something? And the reader says that and that's the last straw

Come Again?

Summary: You cross the line with your teasing, and Loki punishes you.

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Warnings: teasing, dom! Loki, oral (fem receiving), orgasm denial / delay, heavy overstimulating, multiple orgasms, aftercare

A/N: Hi, babes! This is my DAY TWO entry for Kinktober.

You really shouldn’t feel this good about what you’re doing. It’s not really a good thing, not to your husband, who just so happens to be the God of Mischief. But it is, at the same time.

What you’re doing is wearing something incredibly skimpish. Revealing. A dress that doesn’t even reach to your knees and has no sleeves. His favorite color, emerald green. Very, very fitted for you. He would know, he made it for you. But he had no idea you would use it to your advantage.

And Loki can only handle himself for so long before he snaps. You know this.

This is not the first time you’re deliberately trying to get on Loki’s nerves, but this is the first time it’s this… extreme. You’re really pushing your luck.

It’s a party hosted by Tony, one of many that you’ve attended with Loki. The air was different there after you married Loki. The two of you were complete, one flesh, absolutely inseparable, and everyone around you knew it, even if they hadn’t attended the wedding.

Thor, Natasha, Bruce, Bucky, Clint, Steve, Tony, Wanda, Vision, and Sam are all there, along with any S.H.I.E.L.D. agents who wanted to come - not many did.

You’re currently sipping on a Dr. Pepper that Tony so kindly poured in a wine glass. You’re not one for alcohol, except maybe the occasional hard seltzer. Today, you’ve decided, is not a night for alcohol.

Loki is beside you on your left, with an arm draped behind your shoulders and a finger drawing small, slow circles on your right arm. He looks... hm, happy is not the word for it, but he does not look annoyed or irritated. He looks blank. 

“Baby?” you ask, an aside. You keep your eyes on Steve, who is currently listing everything that probably happened in those new timelines he created. “Everything okay?”

“Oh, yes,” Loki replies nonchalantly, “I’m fine. It’s just that my wife has been absolutely naughty with her attire, and I have a very annoying hard-on, but I don’t want to indulge her because quite frankly, she doesn’t deserve it.”

You freeze, and for a second, you cannot bring yourself to say anything. Your eyes widen, just a little.

Then, you smile. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

His eyes widen, then, and he leans forward, his lips grazing your ear. “Do not test me,” he whispers, his words laced with dominance and daring. “You know what’ll await you when we get back home if you do.”

You nod, your whole being suddenly stiff with desire and that submissive fear that isn't really fear.

"Now, what do you say?" he asks softly, not pulling away, a little grin on his face now. His tone is almost condescending.

"Sorry," you whisper, your chest heaving. Your mind, however, thinks the exact opposite.

“Apology accepted.” It’s a mystery to you if he believes you or not. He sure makes it seem like he does believe you, but you’re talking to the god of mischief here. You really can't be sure if he's being sincere.

And even if he is, you're not, and you like it.

Time passes by quite slowly, but that doesn't mean it's not enjoyable. Tony offers another toast to you and Loki, the newlyweds, though the wedding was three months ago. Bucky and Steve share a dance. So do you and Loki.

He holds you close, both hands around your waist. You sway from side to side, and he twirls you occasionally. Your eyes are aglow with love, sheer love for him — so much so that you almost forget how you're dressed, and what you're doing to Loki.

Almost.

Now's the time. The time to get what you want.

You lean in at the very end, your lips close to his ear. "Your face is all blushy. It's cute. But it would look better in between my legs."

His grip on your waist gets tighter.

There’s a split second of tension. Then,

"We're leaving," he says simply, and his tone is so quiet, so deep, so dark, that this time you're petrified. Both petrified and incredibly turned on.

Oh, so it's going to be one of those nights.

It’s quite easy to leave, you find out. You suspect that Loki has placed his invisibility on the both of you, so that no one notices you leave. When you both pass Thor from behind, however, he looks around. For a second, his eyes land right on you. But then he turns back around with a shrug, an unseen smile on his face.

“He knows,” Loki mutters. “I don’t give a damn if any of them know... not in any other circumstance. But this...” He takes a hold of your arm. His grip is tight. “This is between you and me this time.”

And with that, you make your way towards the exit.

Walking home is tension filled as well. Loki keeps silent, his arm wrapped around you. It seems protective to the common bystander, but you know that it is also possessive. You stay close to him, gripping onto his coat as if you’re a child.

When you both get home, he locks the front door. A common practice when it’s time to go to sleep, as it is with most families. But, you notice it’s only 7:04 p.m. when you look at the clock on the wall.

He says nothing while you set your coat on one of the dining chairs and your purse on the table. He eyes you with eyes so minimally narrowed that it wouldn’t even seem like anything’s different to them, but you notice. Even now, his gaze is piercing, primal.

You take one step towards the general vicinity of the bedroom, and he pounces on you like an animal. His grip is not too tight, nor is his face too angry - you know what kind of a mood he’s in.

“Did you really think you could get away with that?” he asks, almost smugly. “Naughty little thing.”

He all but throws you on the bed, not exactly man-handling you, but still being a little assertive.

“It was very rude of you to tease me like that,” he says, his tone once again condescending. He clicks his tongue. “Oh dear... what are we to do with you now?”

His eyes glance over your form; you’re still in your tight fitted dress, but your hair is now down. The look in your eyes is different, too: you look small, weaker.

Submissive.

“Well,” he says slowly, inching closer to the bed, his voice dark. “Let’s see. You wanted to tease me so badly, you wanted me to feel that... frustration... so badly. How about we give you a taste of your own medicine, hmm?”

His gaze hardens. “Take your dress off.”

And what can you do but obey?

You slide your dress up and over your torso, and let it fall beside you on the bed in a heap.

“Bra and panties, too.”

You do so, the air seemingly closing in tight around your form. Goosebumps break out, and you shiver. Your eyes never leave his.

All he does is look at you. He doesn’t move. “What are you thinking, pet?”

“I want - “ You swallow. “I want you.”

He chuckles. “It seems like you want a lot of things today. Never fear, pet. But...” his voice darkens again, “remember, this is a punishment. And you need to learn your lesson.

“Lie down on the bed. Do not spread your legs.”

You let yourself fall back, leaving yourself bare to him. A faint green glow appears in your peripheral vision. You hear a quiet buzzing noise, and your breath hitches.

“Oh, yes, pet,” Loki whispers seductively. “Today we’re edging you until you can’t take it anymore. You’re going to feel the same frustration that I have felt, and you will not be able to come until I allow it. Understood?”

You gulp, nodding your head frantically. “Yes, yes, please —"

“Please what?”

Your lip quivers, and you take a breath. “Yes, Master.”

“Good girl. Keep your eyes on the celling.”

Inwardly, you smile. Outwardly, you quiver and shudder in anticipation.

Suddenly, you feel your arms move upward. They are then locked above you, and you look up, seeing spinning neon - green rings of light. They look like handcuffs, you notice, and you lose your breath.

The vibrator trails up your legs, and with every movement you become more and more aroused and needy. It’s so close to where you need it, and yet so far. Loki is a tease, especially in times like these.

He brings it up, right next to your clit, and you buck your hips up with a desperate whine, and he chuckles darkly. “Teasing comes first. Then the pleasure. Then the agony... and, then, eventually, the releases.”

Releases. That’s plural. 

He holds the toy there, watching you as you slowly begin to feel the pleasure it brings you. You don't make too much noise. Knowing Loki, moaning could be off limits.

His voice is a deep murmur:

“Do not ask me to come. You will be silent, aside from your desperate moans and whines and gasps. You will not find your release until I allow you to. And once you come, I will keep you here, unable to escape. You’re going to come, then, until you can’t take it anymore. I will force orgasm after orgasm from you until you’re a mewling, pathetic little mess. This is your favorite type of punishment, yes?”

You’re gasping now, both at his words and the feeling of warmth that has now grown into a fire in your gut. Your legs shake and your back arches, but you cannot get him to help you out in any way.

“Ah, ah, ah,” he whispers. “Remember, you will not control your pleasure today. I will.” With that, he moves the vibrator a little more upward, right on top of your clit, and you emit a sound that sounds almost like a squeak.

“Do not come.”

He holds it there, almost certainly watching how you buck your hips up and strain against your magicked restraints. You’re practically drenched in sweat, eyes fixed on the ceiling but closing rapidly. Trying to get away, trying to hold your orgasm back, because you both know you’re achingly close —

You practically scream through gritted teeth when he removes the vibrator. Your cry turns into a light, frustrated sob. 

He does it again. And again. And again.

Then,

There’s a pause in which nothing else happens. You can tell that Loki’s thinking something, in the middle of hearing your frustrated sobs.

“Have you learned your lesson now, wife?”

Wife. This is when he’s letting up, revealing more of his tender side. The dom is leaving, and the husband is coming onto the stage.

You sob again. “Yes — yes, yes, I have! Please, Master, just let me come! Please, please, pl —”

The vibrator is shoved onto your clit at full blast. Loki’s voice becomes stern again, and he demands:

“Come. Now.”

And your orgasm hits you like a train. Now, you scream through your teeth, almost blacking out at the intensity of it. It’s over as quick as it arrives, however, and it soon replaced by sheer beautiful agony once again as Loki keeps the vibrator on your now overly sensitive clit.

You try to move away. You have the audacity to try to move away.

“What did I tell you? That was only the first half. I’m not done with you yet. You’re going to come until I let you go.”

Your next three orgasms are almost painful, and he rips them from you with no mercy. He stands there, not moving. His eyes are on yours, and they’re almost blank. It’s a miracle his hand hasn’t gotten tired yet.

“Do it. Come again.”

“Again.”

“One more.”

Finally you muster up the courage to cry out, the tears never fading from your eyes. It feels good, too good. You love it and despise it. “Loki...”

“I know, pet, I know.”

You look up at him, then, surprised at the tenderness in his voice once again. The Loki you’re looking at now is no longer the dom, no longer Master. His eyes are softer, kinder. He’s your husband now, and you practically sigh in relief.

“This is the last one. Can you come for me one last time?”

You manage a nod and a breathless smile.

“Good girl. Come, come for me, my angel.”

Somehow, this last orgasm is soft. Gentle. It’s not nearly as painful for you - you can compare it to a slow wave.

You can feel the restraints disappearing as soon as it ends and you instinctively jump away from his touch and curl up into a ball. Your body is still shaking, every nerve jumping and hot. All you can try to do is focus on the feeling of the air on your skin, which is now sweaty and warm, and the somewhat cooler sheets below you.

Loki must’ve slipped into bed beside you, because you feel a weight come against your back.

He waits to touch you. He waits until you say that he can. When you do, he sweeps you into his arms, running his hands up and down your own arms and kissing his way around your neck and shoulders. All the while, he never stops whispering his praise:

“Such a good girl for me.

“You did so well, sweet.

“You can rest in my arms now. I love you, my angel.”

Sleep takes you easily.

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[buckyownsmylife]

You found me - Loki Laufeyson smut

The one where you’re on your period.

Warnings: period sex, oral sex (f), p in v, breeding kink, praise kink

Word count: 3.5K

A/N: Day 7 of kinktober and this one is coming out unrevised because I’m fucking tired and I don’t have a beta. The prompts were praise kink and period sex. Also, Loki is nasty and if you’re squirmy about the subject of blood in sex, you probably shouldn’t read this.

Loki’s P.O.V.

I’d watched the sweet human grow more agitated with each passing day. Upon my arrival at the tower, she immediately caught my eye, not only because of her indisputable beauty, but mostly due to how charming and approachable she was even to me, someone barely considered bearable by most of the other inhabitants of the building.

And still, she didn’t seem to care. Not that the others, her friends, didn’t like if she so much as stood closer to me, and not that I had once tried to destroy her entire planet. “You’re not your mistakes, Loki,” she’d answered when I inquired, at last beaten by my own curiosity. “To me, you have a clean slate. You’ve been nothing but polite and courteous to me since you arrived. I don’t have any reason to continuously mistreat you for crimes you’ve already been acquitted for or that you’ve already suffered for.”

She truly was a mystery to me, her kindness so unusual to my being that I couldn’t help but to drink it in as much as possible, looking for her whenever I didn’t have anything else to do, which was constantly. So when she started to change, despite the small nature of the differences, it all seemed that clearer to me.

It started with her bursting into tears in the middle of breakfast when my bull of a brother accidentally bumped into her, making her drop the cup of tea in her hands. Everyone was startled by the sight, much more than by the porcelain breaking, concerned that she had somehow managed to hurt herself, but after a while, she rubbed her eyes, clearing them of tears before dismissing our preoccupations with a wave of her hand.

“‘M sorry, I’m just sensitive today. I felt guilty over breaking something, God, I’m such a klutz.” No one even had the time to note that it hadn’t been her fault or that the tin man had more than enough money to buy thousands of cups just like the one now destroyed, because she was out of the kitchen in a hurry, taking the light of the morning with her.

Or at least, that’s what it seemed like to me.

Then, the next day, she didn’t appear for breakfast at all. I knocked on her bedroom’s door to find her still lying down, completely wrapped up in her covers, a look of pain in her face. “What’s wrong, my sweet?” I asked, immediately running towards her to check for any sort of bruises, but she simply waved me away.

“‘S just cramps, Loki. Don’t worry about it. I got a heating pad over my belly, I should be down in a minute.” I actually found myself pouting, unconvinced and still worried about who I considered to be my only friend, but when she smiled softly at me, nodding to assure me of her safety, I decided to grant her the space she apparently needed.

It did not mean I wasn’t still concerned.

Then the third day came and with it, an unexpected outburst that consisted of her screaming at that new Barnes guy for being so “awful” to me when he was the person who should understand what I’d been through the most.

Overall, I was definitely very confused about seeing her that angry. She wasn’t the kind of person to lose her head like that. But my confusion was easily surpassed by how touched I was by her demonstration of loyalty.

It had also left me incredibly aroused, and once again I had to resort to taking care of myself before going to sleep, but that is something I was trying very hard to ignore, in order not to scare her away.

But then, the fourth day came, and with it, the most puzzling display of foreign emotions I’d ever seen on her so far. It started with her avoiding me for the better part of the day, before jumping three feet in the air when I managed to find her in the kitchen after everyone had gone out for drinks.

“Y-your fingers are cold,” she explained, but I’d always been cold and she’d never once seemed to have any sort of particular reaction to the temperature of my skin before. “Everyone’s gone, I think I’m gonna call it an early night.” 

I wrapped my (cold) fingers around her wrist before she could run away from me. “I was hoping we could take advantage of their absence and watch that movie you’ve been talking about for a while.”

She seemed hesitant, and I tried to ignore how my heart hurt at seeing her avoid my eyes. “Please?” I asked, aware of how I couldn’t remember the last time I’d done so, much less for another person’s companion. “I miss you.”

That last confession came out unintentionally, and I could already see myself backtracking when she raised her beautiful bright eyes to meet mine, smiling softly up at me in a sweet, innocent look that shouldn’t have turned me on as much as it did.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

“Ok,” I agreed, biting my lip to stop a moan from surfacing at the simple sight of Loki smiling openly at me, because of me. “Let’s do it.” I pulled him to the living room, trying not to shiver from how his fingers felt interlaced with mine, knowing he’d think it was because the cold bothered me. I didn’t want him feeling worse than I’d already made him feel, I was already too guilty for my behavior these last few days.

I put on the movie we’d been commenting about before locating a nice blanket to cover us with, before hesitating at the realisation that I really shouldn’t sit as close to him as I usually did. 

Unfortunately for me, he noticed, raising one of his perfect eyebrows as I tried to play it off as nothing, laughing at myself before taking a seat next to him on the sofa. “Let’s watch it!” I tried to come off as excited - I’d been the one commenting on how much I wanted him to watch Hocus Pocus for days now, but the second the movie started, I knew I was a lost cause. 

Being so close to him, sharing a blanket, being engulfed by his natural perfume of spices and winter, I felt myself growing wet despite my best wishes. Fuck. He was right there. But I knew he’d never see me in any sort of flattering, attractive way, so I had to get a grip over myself, because I didn’t want him to notice that there was something wrong with me.

“Are you ok?” He asked, a few minutes into the movie, as I tried my best to remain absolutely immobile in order not to feel his skin against mine. It was only after he asked that I realized I wasn’t even breathing properly, and I must have looked pathetic, sitting there like a statue, pretending to watch the television.

“Yes, yes,” I breathed out, adjusting myself in hopes to get more comfortable and hopefully calm down his suspicions. “Don’t worry about me. Watch the movie!” The problem now was that the way I was sitting, sitting on both my legs that were now curled underneath me, the throbbing of my clit was just that much more obvious, and I was on the verge of moaning just from the little bit of friction the position offered me.

Fuck, I hate this. 

I tried my best to shift in my seat as inconspicuous as possible, but every movement I made now sent a direct jolt to my desperate pussy. I was on the verge of crying when his voice interrupted my own internal monologue again.

“Okay, enough of this, Y/N. You will tell me what’s going on. Speak. Now.” The authoritative tone of his voice didn’t help my little situation at all, and at last, I found myself whimpering under his penetrating gaze. Immediately, my hands came up to cover my mouth, ashamed beyond belief that I’d done something so mortifying, especially since Loki’s eyebrows were now close to his hairline as he stared back at me with his mouth hanging open.

“Are you… Are you aroused?” I couldn’t really admit it, far too embarrassed to speak, so I just hid my face in my hands as I rested my elbows on my thighs. “Did I… Did I do this to you?”

Loki’s P.O.V.

I watched as she started giggling at my question, uncertain as to where that response would lead me as far as the question I’d asked was concerned. When I didn’t offer any sort of accompanying commentary, opting to let the silence in the room rest, she at last sighed, revealing her gorgeous face to me again.

“Yes,” she admitted, and I felt like my heart had stopped beating for a second. She bit her lower lip again, avoiding my gaze as she stared at the tv I’d turned off minutes ago. “I’m sorry, Loki. I know we’re friends, it’s just… I’m on my period and I get really fucking horny and…”

“You’re on your what?” I interrupted, unfamiliar with the term she was utilizing. She blinked a few times, like she wasn’t expecting me to be concerned about that particular part of her speech.

“My period,” she repeated, scratching the back of her neck. “I’m taking by your question that Asgardian women don’t have it, but us Misgardians do. Well, some of us, and only after we reach a certain age. Basically, we start… bleeding… from our… lower parts. And it’s very messy and emotional because our hormones start acting up and that’s why I’ve been acting crazy these last few days.”

I didn’t know what to say, too concerned with trying to process her words. “You bleed… from your lower parts. Why?” Confusion was all I could understand in the moment, but thankfully, it seemed like she didn’t mind. In fact, by the way her adorable giggle echoed around the room, she seemed very amused by my reaction.

“It’s basically nature's way of punishing us for not getting pregnant.” Well, I wasn’t expecting that. Immediately, perking up, I licked my lips as I dragged my eyes over her body once more, admiring the way her breasts moved with each breath she took.

“And you want my help to deal with that,” I clarified, but when her eyebrows shot up on her forehead, I got confused once again.

“No! I mean… No, of course not. What do you think you could do to help me with this?” She asked, hugging herself, her eyes avoiding mine once more. I huffed, getting tired of this and her sheepishness.

“Well, I could put a baby in you, for one.” By the way her mouth fell open, I could see that the idea shocked her, and I wasn’t sure if it was in a good way. “At the very least, I could help you deal with your arousal levels. Don’t you think that would be a much nicer way to spend the evening, than stealing glances at me while clenching your beautiful thighs?”

She shut her mouth but looked to the other side of the room, pondering my words as I waited for any sign of agreement so I could pounce. I was already licking my lips in expectation when she turned back to me, a supplicant look on her face.

“I-I don’t… I mean, yes, sure, but… Loki, I’m all bloodied!” I chuckled as I pulled her to my lap, enjoying her warmth against me. Carefully pushing away the stray hairs across her face, I made sure she was looking deep in my eyes when I talked to her again.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

“Well, I’ve always enjoyed the taste of blood.” The shiver that ran through my spine at his words and the feeling of his cold breath over my mouth stopped me from realizing what was going on until he had me in his arms, half-way through our hallway already.

“Loki…” I tried to warn him once more, despite desperately desiring anything he wanted to be doing to me, but he stopped me with a hush, his beautiful green eyes sparkling as he looked down at me in his arms.

“No more thinking, my sweet. Just feeling.”

The first thing I felt was the softness of his covers as he laid me down on his bed with all the care in the world, like I was the most precious thing he had ever held between his arms. “I never thought I’d see you here, like this,” he whispered, his eyes drinking me in, making my breath hitch at the lust I saw there.

The second thing I felt was his heart beating against mine in a quick dance as he laid down over me, both of our shirts dismissed as he kissed me deeply and languidly. “You really want this,” I noticed, finally realizing that Loki had been wishing for the same thing as I had, probably for just as long.

The only answer I got was a bruise on my neck from his icy lips, before he continued to trace a path with his tongue that took him directly to my nipples. “These look so sensitive, my dove.” He wasn’t wrong. I was sensitive all over, especially after the new nickname he’d just assigned me. “Do not worry, I’ll take proper care of them.”

He drew the nipples with the edge of his tongue, his eyes connected with mine the entire time, and I struggled to keep in the gasps and moans that were begging to be released. Almost as if he was reading my mind, he ordered, “Let them out, my sweet. I want to hear all of the delicious sounds you make. I’ve been dreaming about them for too long.”

The symphony of my own sounds of pleasure then broke free, adding to the dizzy feeling in my head as Loki continued to nibble and suck on each inch of skin available to him. The curtain of raven hair temporarily blocked him from me as he moved lower and lower across my body in a snail’s pace, until his lips were dancing on the edge of my jeans. Only then did he raise his beautiful eyes to meet mine again. 

“May I take them off?” I could only nod, but it was enough for him to open that blinding smile of his, while his fingers made quick work of my pants and panties. The smell of blood then reached my nose, albeit timidly, and I groaned, suddenly snapped back to reality. “What’s this?” Loki asked, his fingers playing with the string of my tampon.

“It’s one of the tools women use to contain the blood inside our bodies. I have to change them from time to time, but at least I don’t get permanently dirty during my period.” He didn’t immediately say anything, too preoccupied with analyzing my pussy, while I trembled in expectation under his unwavering gaze.

“Can I pull it out?” Loki asked, his eyes shining with a distinctive sparkle I couldn’t really identify. 

“Why?” I hesitated, unsure if I wanted him to see the mess it’d certainly become, even if I desperately wanted to have him inside of me.

“Because I want to taste you, my dove.” He teased me with tiny little kisses over my navel, a mischievous smile on his lips. “And I desperately want to feel you from the inside.”

I didn’t have anything to say to that, but Loki simply took my silence as an agreement. Soon, his tongue was tracing circles around my clit, until it finally closed in on it, before he softly sucked it inside his mouth. And I was a goner.

Thinking was impossible, and he was right, all I could do was feel. I didn’t even notice he’d already taken off my tampon until I felt his tongue going lower and lower, finding my wet hole and plunging inside of it.

He moaned at the taste of the wetness he found there, and I could only tremble in his arms and move my hips to fuck myself on his tongue. “And you wanted to deprive me of this…” He actually looked disappointed in me as he looked down on my cunt perfectly on display for him. He held my lower lips open with both of his thumbs before diving in once more, slurping and groaning and I felt myself cumming just from the deprivation of it all.

At the new flow of wetness that hit his lips, Loki actually growled against my pussy, stretching his jaw to encompass my whole pussy with his mouth. “I could taste you forever, my sweet…” he whispered when he finally pulled away, pushing two long fingers inside of me and pumping a few times as I whined when he touched my sweet spot, pressing harshly against in before pulling back and admiring the mixture of blood and cum in his fingers. “But I really need to be inside of you now.”

After sucking on his own digits until they were clean, Loki stepped out of the bed to remove his pants, revealing a gorgeously long cock, the head red and weeping as he pumped it a few times while looking down at the mess I was, sprawled out over his cover for his viewing pleasure. 

“You’re so beautiful,” he commented, almost to himself, and I moaned at the simple comment, catching his attention as his eyes flew back to stare directly at me again. “You get aroused when I compliment you.” It wasn’t a question, and I wouldn’t know what to answer if it were. However, to both of our eyes, it was clear that it was nothing but a statement of the truth.

“Come here, my little dove. Let me ease my throbbing hardness in that perfect warm cunt of yours.” Having yanked me to the edge of the bed by one of my ankles, he pushed inside of me swiftly, cautiously watching my face for any signs of discomfort. “How does it feel, my sweet? To have me inside of your body? Because to me, it’s like reaching Valhalla while remaining on Midgard. You’re so perfect. The perfect flower for me. I think I made the right choice in deciding to deposit the future prince in you.”

He didn’t give me any time to process the information he so casually dropped on me, immediately starting to fuck me with long and deep thrusts that made me feel his cock deep inside my belly.

Loki’s P.O.V.

“Oh, look at you, my sweet… so perfect, accepting me deep inside of you. Can you see it? Look, how much of you is already mine, my love.” I carefully reached her nape to pull her so she could view the protuberance in her lower belly every time I pushed in. “This is where our child will grow. I can’t wait to see you round with my seed.”

Y/N started to sob as I quickened the pace with which I speared her, her nails carving its marks on my shoulders and back. “Lo-Loki, what are you talking about?” She screamed over the sounds of our passionate lovemaking, and I grinned, rubbing my nose on her neck.

“About me making sure you won’t have your period again, my love. Wasn’t this what we talked about just before?” Her eyes grew big at my words, but before she could say anything else, I hit her special spot repeatedly, making her head fall back against the pillow as she screamed her release. “There you go, my sweet… my perfect girl. You want my seed? Say you want to be mine, my dove, say you’ll be only mine until the end of time.” 

I closed my eyes as I felt my own high fast approaching, my breathing getting heavier as our movements became even harsher, almost animalistic. “I-I want it, Loki. Make me… Make me yours.”

The sound of her melodic voice asking for my release was what brought me over the edge, and I made sure to continue to pump it further inside of her until I could no longer move, finally allowing myself to drop on top of her warm body.

“Loki…” She called out to me after a few minutes, when I was almost embraced by the sweet hands of slumber.

“Call me my prince,” I immediately interrupted, making myself more comfortable while remaining inside of her.

“My prince…” She tried again, earning an affirmative hum this time. “You know my period only stops while I’m pregnant, right?”

I took some time to think her words through, while I exchanged our positions so she’d be leaning over my chest. “That only means I’ll have to keep you pregnant until eternity, my sweet.”

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[peterparkerstarker]

Kinktober Day 28: Getting Caught (Starker)

As I mentioned last night, this fic is the most self indulgent, self insert fic I’ll probably ever write.

It’s very much based on my own experiences in my early 20s, when I was best friends/fuckbuddies with a ridiculously hot guy twice my age. People always assumed he was my dad, which amused us to no end. Some liberties were taken, but much of this is pretty accurate to my actual 21st birthday. I hope y’all enjoy!

Cw: Starker, age difference, college!Peter (age 21), greying!Tony (early 40s), drinking/drunkenness, incest kink, Tony lying/pretending to be related to Peter to strangers, pda, implied exhibition kink

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“Cheers!” Tony said, kissing Peter on the cheek.

Their glasses clinked hard, liquid sloshing down Peter’s hand as he pulled it to his lips to shoot it back. He set the shot glass down a little harder than he’d intended, but it was a little hard to have as much control over his fine motor skills after a martini, a previous shot and a beer. This was the fourth bar they’d been to tonight, and it was starting to blur a little now.

When Tony had insisted on taking him out bar hopping on his 21st birthday he’d been so excited.

It’s not like he’d never drank before. He’d had glasses of wine at Tony’s on quiet nights in. He’d had a full bottle at that rager Tony had thrown a couple months ago followed by shots of Fireball. That had been a mistake, he’d discovered later that night as Tony tried his best to take care of him through the late night sickness and resulting hangover. He’d learned his lesson after that and had kept it to a couple glasses max ever since.

But he’d never been out to a bar before. And this was special. Tony had made a huge fuss about wanting to be the one to show Peter all the good bars now that he was of legal drinking age, and suggested they try a different drink at each stop so Peter could experience different kinds of drinks and figure out his favorites.

The first stop had been a British style pub, greasy sausages and fish and chips and roast potatoes abound. Tony had sauntered up to the bar and ordered them both some kind of dark beer that looked foamy and creamy smooth on top, but smelled vaguely of coffee and tasted like bitter sadness. Peter couldn’t help but scrunch his face up at the taste as Tony chuckled, but he’d finished it all the same, determined not to be outpaced by a man twice his age.

Peter had been excited to see a vintage red phone booth near the entrance, so he gleefully dragged Tony over to take pictures of him posing inside it. Tony had played the annoyed too-cool for all this role, but Peter caught him grinning when he thought he wasn’t looking.

They’d scarfed down the pub food, not paying a lick of attention to the rugby match playing on TVs in the background, and planned their next stop. Tony had compiled a list of options and drinks he recommended from each, and they eventually settled on a cool bar around the corner from their current spot that was famous for their lemon drop shots and crazy mod decor.

Their pub waitress had flashed a big grin when Tony set down big bills to pay for their meal and told her to keep the change. It was probably more than she’d make for all her other tabs combined tonight.

“You two are so cute, you know? I couldn’t help but overhear that it’s your 21st birthday,” she said, focusing in on Peter. “I think it’s so sweet you wanted to go out with your dad for your big day. More kids should have that kind of relationship with their parents,” she gushed.

Peter could feel his face heating up, a blush pooling in his cheeks fire-hot. “Something like that… thanks,” he muttered, not knowing what to say.

This wasn’t the first time someone assumed Tony was his dad, but it always embarrassed him a little in the moment. He understood it. Tony was literally 20 years older and if you squinted you might think they looked like each other. Plus the comfortable camaraderie they had didn’t help.

It wasn’t his fault that his best friend and fuck buddy happened to be a strikingly handsome greying man twice his age. He was pretty used to it by now, but he wasn’t expecting Tony’s bold response when it came.

“I’m so proud of you kiddo. You’re all grown up now. I remember when he was yeigh high and begged me to play Hot Wheels with him.” Tony said, flashing a dazzling grin at the waitress who cooed at the fake story. “I’m a lucky dad for sure.”

Peter shot a sharp glare at Tony, but he ignored it and the waitress didn’t seem to notice. She rang out their bill and wished them a good rest of the night, happy to have a sizeable take home pay for the evening.

“What the fuck was that?” Peter asked through gritted teeth as they left the restaurant and felt the cold bite of the breeze outside.

“What?” Tony asked nonchalantly. “I was just playing along.”

Peter rolled his eyes, adjusting his scarf against the chilly air and pouted.

“C’mon now baby boy. No crying on your birthday,” Tony teased, pulling him into an empty alleyway and kissing him feverishly. His tongue tasted bitter like the beer, but Peter found he didn’t mind it so much when Tony’s hands were roaming all over, playfully grabbing at his ass and caressing his neck. It was a delicious distraction from his irritation about the dad thing. All hunger and no sweetness. Just raw need. He liked when Tony took what he wanted.

They pulled away after a few long moments, startled by the sound of hooting across the street from some passersby. He’d taken a moment to re-adjust his scarf and knit hat before letting Tony lead him down the road to their next adventure. The taste of Tony’s mouth lingered like a bite on his lips.

The next stop had been quick. The bar was packed with college kids eager to blow off steam after midterms and he’d hardly been able to hear Tony over the din. The place was wild, crowded with mismatched plastic futuristic tables, chairs covered in dizzying floral patterns and bizarre lamps. It wasn’t his style, but he could appreciate their commitment to the theme.

The lemon drop shot was disappointingly warm when he drank it in one gulp. The bartender had been trying to crank out drinks for the impatient crowd, and he realized now just how much he disliked room temperature vodka. They hadn’t stayed long, just enough for Tony to pay for the shots and worm their way through the crowd to the exit.

“Sorry Pete. Weekend after midterms was probably the wrong time to hit that one.” Tony had kissed his palm sweetly and promised the next place would be calmer.

And he realized he didn’t care if the bars got increasingly shittier, because he was spending it with Tony and that was enough. He didn’t want to think about the implications that brought on for his insistence that he just wanted to keep things casual.

They’d gone to an upscale lounge next, sitting at the bar and chatting with the bartender as they sipped on dirty martinis. Peter relished in the salty bite of the olive juice and gleefully said yes when the bartender offered him more olives for his drink. It was much quieter, a jazz band played softly in the corner, setting a relaxed tone compared to the mayhem of the last place.

The bartender had looked dubiously at Peter when he ordered, and he had happily presented his ID, exclaiming maybe a bit too loudly that it was his 21st birthday. “Congrats kid. You out with your old man for the night?” he asked, nodding at Tony, who had played along, smirking at Peter in the dim candle light while he sat there silently.

The same hot flush rose to his cheeks and he wondered, not for the first time that evening, if Tony got his rocks off on everyone assuming Peter was his son. He certainly seemed happy to act the part when the opportunity arose. And the way he’d kissed Peter in the alleyway outside of the first bar had left his breathless and panting. Tony was an excellent kisser, but there had been an extra edge to that kiss, something sultry and sinful tinging the way he held on as he nipped and licked at Peter’s lips. He decided he didn’t mind the lies to strangers if it meant Tony would kiss him like that.

They finished their drinks and thanked the bartender, and Peter gripped a little tighter onto Tony’s hand as walked down the cobblestone street. He desperately hoped Tony didn’t notice.

And now he was in the basement of a laid back dive bar, the taste of butterscotch lingering on his tongue sweet and creamy. This one had been his favorite drink so far. He liked sweet things best. Tony liked to tease him that it was because he was so sweet. It was cheesy but never failed to make him giggle.

He’d laughed at the name of the drink, too, when Tony had ordered them. Buttery Nipple. He’d shot Peter a lascivious smile with a wink when the barkeep had her back turned.

She’d dutifully carded Peter and congratulated him on his big night, and said to let her know if he and his dad needed anything else. Tony, true to form, had thanked her for it and said he appreciated it, that he wanted his son’s 21st birthday to be special.

They found a spot in the back, away from the shitty band and the giggling drunk girls piling into an old photo booth to take snapshots. The bar was dark and moody, the cubby of their booth giving enough privacy that he could be a little bolder now.

He let his hand roam over Tony’s thigh, hungry and eager. He took a certain pleasure in seeing Tony let out a quiet gasp as his hand brushed over the older man’s cock, stiff and pressing tight against his jeans. Good. He wasn’t the only one who could do some teasing tonight.

Tony had let out a cute whine. It wasn’t often that Peter took charge like this, usually preferring to let Tony initiate. But he was finally feeling the effects of the alcohol, and it made him bolder, less afraid to get caught making out in the back of a dingy bar.

He leaned in, nipping at Tony’s neck and giggling at the groan the older man made. “C’mon Daddy. I wanna have fun,” he whispered in his ear. If Tony got off of that idea when he could play along. It’s not like the thought didn’t get him hard too, now that he’d had enough drinks to loosen up a bit. The sharp intake of breath followed by Tony grabbing his chin and kissing him deeply was all the answer he needed to know he’d made the right choice by calling him that.

They lost track of time, making out and groping like horny teenagers in the back booth of the bar, hands roaming under shirts and hips grinding through tight jeans. He’d definitely have a hickey tomorrow but he didn’t care. It was cold enough outside now that he could hide it under a scarf in class on Monday.

And every time Peter whispered “Daddy” in his ear, Tony would let out a low rumbling growl that made his cock twitch, leaking and wet and aching.

This was a filthy new development he could get used to.

It wasn’t until there was a loud clearing of someone’s throat that he truly came up for air, suddenly remembering they were in a public place with plenty of people around. He glanced sheepishly up at the same barkeep who’d served them earlier. She’d probably been trying to get their attention for a while now. He reluctantly peeled himself off Tony’s now sweaty chest. She looked judgemental and unamused.

“We have to close up shop early, there’s a blizzard coming in tonight and my boss doesn’t want to risk anyone driving home in the storm after drinking, so I need to cash you out now.” Her tone was flat and unimpressed.

Tony reluctantly signed the receipt she handed him, along with his card, leaving a very generous tip. Probably as an apology for the foreplay they’d been doing, Peter thought.

She started to walk away as they got up and slipped on their coats, but turned back with a glint of humor in her eye now.

“You said he was your son,” she said, the sentence rising at the end like a question.

And Tony’s devilish smirk reappeared, as he gave her a playful wink. “What can I say? We’re close.”

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Day 9: My Prince

Summary: Loki's upset after Thor climbed the Tron at Asgard. His young maid tries to help him relax. Pairing: Loki & Reader Warnings: Smut (18+ only!) Prompt: Day 8 *Oral*

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Nothing was further from her mind than to accept to serve the royal family. But now she lay here, bedded on soft pillows and noble furs, awaiting the appearance of Prince Loki. The palace diners reported of his inability to cope with the defeat against his brother Thor. For the first time in his life he could not convince his father or the people of his superiority. Muscles over reason, violence over cunning.

The big folding doors swing open and with a flowing cape Prince Loki storms into his chambers. His face is petrified, his eyes glow with anger and disappointment. With a quick glance, he tells his maid to get up from his bed and help him undress. Her silky robe caresses her curves, which Loki looks at with appreciation. It was his decision to exchange the actual woolly frocks of his lack for silk and airy clothes. After all, a king - a prince - had the right to surround himself with beauty and wealth. This right did not end at his personal court.

Loki lets the heavy cape fall to the ground, her gentle hands stroking over his shoulders, arms, freeing him from his armor. Every piece of light, cold skin she caresses with her fingers, traces the blue veins that emerge. His shoulders are tense, his posture even straighter than usual.

"I heard that King Odin was not enthusiastic about your appearance," the young maid tried to tease her masters. Loki firmly embraces the wrist of his lack, piercing his gaze: "I forbid you to say anything about my father or brother". She nods in recognition of his words, surprised by his sharpness. Prince Loki, known for his calm and coldness, releases her wrist and turns to his bed. Without further comment or gaze, she drapes his armour, cleaning up the chamber according to his instructions.

Meanwhile the prince had stretched out on his bed, naked and lost in thought. Her work was finished, the young woman sent to leave the chamber, but her master told her to sit at his head. He seems to give no further instructions - to give her any more attention at all. Tenderly, she begins to stroke long strands of his black hair from his face. Her fingers gently stroke his hardened jaw. Slowly he begins to relax, his shoulders loosen and his gaze rests on her figure. When she notices his wandering attention, she takes her robe off her shoulders, opens the golden belt and drops the dress to the ground.

She slightly changes her sitting position, now next to Loki's head. Again, she begins to drive along his jaw, bends deeper down to him, her full breasts dancing before his eyes. Her fingers stroke his Adam's apple, feel his movement, lower down his collarbone, across his entire chest. Loki is not as muscular as his brother, sinewy and yet his whole figure radiates inhuman strength. Sunk in her observations, she flinches as Loki puts his cold hand on her thigh. Paying no attention to her chills, he kneads her soft flesh, strokes her leg with his long fingers until he grasps firmly.

Your master does not need words to express his wish. She straightens up and wants to sit further down to his legs as he pinches again. Irritated, she looks at him with big eyes, not understanding what he is asking. "Over my face,' he commands in a stern voice, his head bedded on the soft pillows.

Still not convinced of the situation, she crawls up to the headboard of the bed. Slowly she pushes one leg over Loki's head, impatiently grabbing her calf, and she finally makes room next to it. She sinks into the soft pillow, her uncovered center dangerously close to his face. He takes no time to admire her rosy pussy, but instead pushes his arms through her legs, presses his fingers into her buttocks and pushes her into position he imagines.

Heat and shame rise in her as she sits on Loki's face. His lips are cool and hard, and she is afraid that he will change his mind and push her away. But then Loki opens his lips, his tongue flickers over her wet sex and she suppresses a whimper. Slowly he strokes it until his tongue slides between her lips. He reaches her small, sensitive button, closes his lips around it and sucks it into his mouth. A pleasant moan tears through her throat, forgetting the embarrassment of shamelessly pressing her ass into the face of her master and prince.

Loki hums in delight as her very own taste spreads out on his tongue. Earthy, primitive, with her own surprising sweetness. No ripe fruit or old wine had surprised his sense of taste so much. He releases her sensitive bundle of nerves again, strokes her fissure with the whole width of his tongue, enjoys every drop of her preciousness.

Again, the young maid moans, her gaze falls on Loki's hard cock. He proudly stands there in all his splendour, beautiful, like a picture from past centuries. She bends over, lies down belly to belly, her breasts pressing on his pelvic cams. Her little hand covers his base, strokes his length with her thumb, checks to see if her prince has any objections. His tongue does not move for a tiny moment and as he continues to lick it, she is sure to have his permission.

With her lips closed, she begins to distribute kisses along its length, saliva accumulates in her mouth as she reaches its tip, licking over it. Lovingly, her tongue strokes each vein, spreading her saliva with her fingers. A thick drop of premature ejaculate forms on its tip and she eagerly lick it off. A deep growl rises from Loki's chest, his tail twitching in her hand. Carefully she closes her lips around his tip, relaxes her jaw and slides down. His salty, masculine taste spreads on her tongue. Calming, she breathes in and out through her nose for a long time, willing to take Loki's tail deep.

His tip hits her throat and she suppress a brief gag reflex. Loki breathes ever deeper, faster, his muscles tense up again, but this time for pure pleasure. Driven by the idea of giving her prince as much pleasure as he gives her, she lets his tail slip out of her again, only to have her head bang back again.

Her concentration breaks down again and again, too big the sensation between her own legs. Loki had begun to tease her sensitive flesh with his teeth. Pungent pain mixes with tingly lust, her senses over-stimulated. Once again Loki closes his lips around her clitoris, but this time he pulls his teeth away and an explosion of euphoria flashes through her body. Her cry is muffled by Loki's cock. She can still instinctively prevent her teeth from clenching and yet her throat muscles tightly clench around Loki's penis.

This warmth and narrowness drives Loki beyond his own climax. His cock pulsates, a hot stream of his juice shoots into her mouth and greedily she swallows everything. His cock gets softer again and with a painful noise she releases him from her throat.

Breathing heavily, she rolls off Loki's body, worried not to hit him with her soft legs. Loki immediately straightens up and pushes her with a hungry kiss down into the soft blanket, his lips glittering with her own juice.

Forget the lost king's crown.

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[lokikingofasgardslover713]

Kinktober 30: Grinding

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Pairing: Loki Laufeyson X OFC 

Warnings: Grinding, Smut

Summary: It's breeding season for the Jotunn.

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The pressure of the god grinding into her back side was becoming annoying to say the least. Every chance he had to pin her against something, no matter where he had taken every opportunity granted. She felt his desperation growing worse to say the least, here it was dinner time and he was pressing her into the counter.

It had been like this all day, his arms anchored on the stone to box her in, but she continued to ignore him even as he whispered in her ear everything he wanted to do to her. This time he pressed so hard the counter bit into plump hips for her to place the knife to the cutting board to allow him his moment.

"We’ve fucked four times already," she spoke, her body was sore to say the least and she was hungry.

"And," he panted, normally he wasn't this desperate, even after he had been gone for a while. Cool lips fluttered over her exposed nape, having placed her hair into a bun to keep it out of the way making her flesh pebble.

"I'm sore," she echoed, feeling him lessen the pressure on her so she wasn't buried in the edge of the counter, but still he boxed her in and rutted at her like a beast in heat.

The thought occurring the moment he bit harder than usual making her yelp and instantly force him back. Hand flying to the back of her neck, she glared at Loki and for once he looked shocked, touching his fingers to his own lips. Drawing them away, both noted a pale pink coating on his fingertips prompting her to lower her hand to show it spotted in bright red.

The god still stunned, she hurried forward to press him into the opposite counter, hand going to his mouth. Carefully she pushed his lips away to note fangs. They only showed during-.

Looking to the calendar, it still seemed early. "It's early," she spoke, noting him look at her in puzzlement then to the calendar. "Your rut is early this year."

The god looked at her as if ashamed, she knew he hated this side of himself. Having been taught to detest the Jotunn race all his life meant he was raised to loathe himself. He tensed to move but she was quick to stop him, wrapping her hands around his face to make him look at her.

"I had heard that Jotunn season had begun earlier this year for some reason. I thought since I was here, it wouldn’t-," he spoke quietly, though she heard the hurt in his voice, as he refused to look her in the eye.

Tenderly she rubbed her thumbs over his jaw. She was just thankful he was only insatiable for a week unlike the full 3 months in Jotunheim, even mated pairs. This was entirely unlike him to allow her to fuss over him as he put it, but he was melting in her touch, a thing that had taken her over a year to accomplish.

"Loki," she spoke gaining his attention back, feeling him cringe slightly as he realized she was fretting over him. "It will be ok. Let me get something to eat and you have me all to yourself the rest of the evening. OK?"

Emerald orbs roamed her features, knowing he looked for lies, he had been fed them all his life, so it was a habit to check for them. That made him hate himself more for examining her for them after she had more than prove herself trustworthy time and time again.

Carefully he placed his hands on her hips, ones he knew were bruised from when he took her less than hour ago. Giving a small smile, the god looked back to the counter where he noted the chopped vegetables. In moments he used seidr to clean the stone before grabbing her hips, careful not to hurt her and place her on the hard surface.

"I'm afraid I can't allow that," he began darky, noting her pout and quiet resigned sigh. "But, how about take out, after I take you on this counter?"

He couldn't help but smirk at the grin she gave, he knew she preferred to order out because cooking was to slow at times. And now was one of those times. Watching her nod as he bowed down to take her lips, mindful of sharp fangs as this time she was the one grinding against him.

Taking their clothes in a wisp of seidr, Loki didn't hesitate to sink into aching, wet core, pushing the breath out of her in the process. Wrapping an arm under plump ass, Loki pulled her from the counter to gain more room. Free hand wrapping the nape of her neck for leverage as he sat a quick pace, knowing he wouldn’t last long. 

Wrapping her hands around the nape of his neck to lace her fingers she locked his gaze. She may have been sore, but she loved to watch the god come undone. Pants pushed out past her lips as he thrust up into her, sending chills up her spine as the hand on her nape tightened. Moving her hips she felt him shutter, the hand on her nape pushing her flush to him as thrust became shallow and he pressed deeper to nudge her cervix.

Letting out breathy moans, she shivered in his grasp, pushing back to look at Loki. Every thrust was perfect, skin pebbling as he shut his eyes and propped on the counter. She felt his hard flesh swell before he spilled, noting him bite his own lip as he came. The hand on her ass squeezing the plump flesh to bruise and dig nails into it, making her gasp out.

She felt his desperation as he rutted into her and continued to cum, his head falling to her shoulder for him to bite the flesh under her ear. She knew he drew blood but didn't care as he held tight to still, breath panting across raw flesh as his own shivered against her.

Relishing in the tender moment, he only became needier as the night went on. It would hit a fever pitch the third day but taper off to slow fucks and time spent in bed pulled close as he petted over her. 

Mindful of her soreness, Loki pulled from tender core to allow her to steady feet. The god knew she had yet to orgasm, his lover was more or less catering to his every need. Bracing on the counter, hard flesh begging for more he caressed over her neck, healing the wound as she stepped flush.

"Every time I think you can’t possibly give more of yourself to me," he breathed across her lips, freehand roaming her side to take care of any soreness. "You surprise me pet."

"Good to know," she smiled across his lips, arousal running down the inside of thick thighs had her pressing them together at thoughts of how it got there and the feel of the god cumming deep inside.

"But, the downside is-," he breathed darkly, hand dipping between thick thighs to tease over delicate nerve to make her shudder against him. 

"You're intoxicating," he sighed, rubbing slow circles for her hips to jerk involuntarily.

"And it only makes me want you more," he continued, rubbing faster as she panted across his lips.

"And more," he spoke, drinking in her whimpers, pressing harder for hips to move, seeking more friction.

"You're my drug lover," more panting, more movement. 

"And I find myself craving you at the most inopportune times. Your body against mine, my teeth on your flesh, fingers buried deep," his voice gritted as two digits slid deep into velvet core to curl and move in every way he knew drove her crazy while his thumb took its place on needy nub to make her cry out.

"My want, my need, my desire for you runs deeper than you will ever know," he rasped across her lips, feeling her clench tight around his fingers.

"Cum for me lover, soak my hand and I will give you all you could ever ask for," he growled as velvet folds fluttered around his fingers.

Coming undone in the gods hand with a keening cry she couldn’t stifle for thick frame to fall into Loki, waves of pleasure running sweat soaked skin to make her shiver against the god. Soaked digits leaving pulsing core made her shake harder, Loki wrapping his arms around her to pull her into them and place her on the counter to hold her close. 

Neither had the strength to walk, cool fingers traveling her spine made her shiver like the kisses being peppered on her shoulder and neck before making their way to her lips. Wrapping her hands around his face, the kiss deepened, tongues tangled lazily as he wouldn't allow her to part from him just yet.

Cool hands pressed her to the stone on her back as he stayed standing between her legs. Dark emerald gaze meeting hers as she propped on her elbows to watch him.

"Were not done yet," he growled, placing her shivering legs over his shoulders to kiss along the trembling flesh to the apex of her thighs. 

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You’re That Person

Fandom: MCU Ship: Loki/Reader Rating: Explicit Warnings: Adult Language and Content, Smut Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega/Dynamics, Alpha!Reader, Omega!Loki, Heat Sex, Breeding Kink, Intersex Loki Summary: You went off on a mission and a couple of days after you left, your omega’s heat started. Now you make it up to him. Word Count: 942 A/N: For this one, I picked my own because I don’t want to write any of the given prompts. This is also for someone who asked for this a LONG time ago but I had the opportunity to write it now so… Anyway, enjoy this smutty piece!

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Day 5: Feet | Sadism/Masochism | Feedeerism | Shotgunning \|/ Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics \|/

“Loki! We’re back!” You call out as you walk onto the floor your quarters are. After a minute of not hearing a reply nor a God of Mischief flying out of a room and into your arms, you start walking towards the room you share with Loki. “Loki?” Right as you open the door, your nostrils flare and you become more primal than usual as a wave of heat scent comes out of the room. On the bed is Loki, writhing on the bed with a vigorously moving hand on his cock and clitoris. “Alpha, please! I need you so bad! I need your knot!” Loki cries, his face showing a bit of relief at seeing you. You walk in, closing the door behind you before taking your clothes off. “When did your heat start, Loki?” “A couple of days after you left.” “Damn it, Loki. Why didn’t you call me back?” You ask, feeling bad since you left for the mission four days ago, leaving Loki to suffer for two days. “You and I both know how important the mission was. You needed to go.” “But-“ “Y/N. I had it handled. If it got too bad, I would’ve called you. You’re back now so why don’t you get over here and make it up to me?” Loki tells you, smiling a little. You smile back as you climb onto the bed and over Loki, kissing him deeply, pushing all of your forgiveness and love into it. Loki does the same but with more desperation, whimpering. “Please, Alpha. Please fuck me, fill me with your pups.” Loki begs, looking up at you. You freeze before looking deep into his eyes, “Loki.” “What?” “Do you realize what you just said?” “...Yes.” “You... You really want that? I thought-“ “I didn’t want that. But... I do now. I don’t know why I didn’t before. Maybe I was afraid. But if I loved you enough to let you become my Alpha, then I love you enough to bear your children.” “Our children.” You correct, smiling with tears in your eyes. “Our children.” “I love you too, Loki. So much.” You say, wrapping your arms around Loki in a hug. “Now, will you please fuck me?” Loki asks, lifting his hips towards yours. “With pleasure.” You answer, feeling your cock slide out of its sheath. “I’m gonna take a guess that you’ve been preparing yourself for awhile now?” “Correct.” “Good.” You say before positioning your cock at Loki’s folds. “Are you ready?” “More than I could ever be.” Loki answers. You kiss Loki once before slowly pressing your length into him. Loki gasps at the stretch, throwing his head back. “Oh gods.” “Shh, it’s alright. You’re okay, right?” You comfort, running your hand through Loki’s hair. “Yes. This is just...fuck...my first time having anyone inside of me like this.” You stop as your length is fully in Loki, “Wait, what? You’ve never done it this way before?” “No. I always covered it when I was with someone else. I wanted to wait until I was with the right person. You are that person.” “Aw, see now I feel really special.” You say, blushing a little. “But a little warning that this was your first time in this sense would’ve been appreciated.” “Sorry. I think it was the needy part of me that wanted to just get on with it.” “I figured. But you are okay, right? I didn’t hurt you?” “No, not at all. I’m fine. But I would be absolutely marvelous if you would move.” “You already are.” You tell him before slowly pulling out and pressing back in. “God, you’re tight.” “Fuck me, please.” Loki begs, bucking his hips. “No. I will not fuck you like an animal when it’s your first time like this.” You tell Loki, starting a slow, deep pace. “Alpha, please. We can do this later.” “No, we cannot. I promise that I will fuck you later but not now. Alright?” “A- Alright.” Loki agrees, gasping as you hit a spot deep inside of him. “Do that again.” You thrust deeper into him, hitting that spot again. Loki cries out, clenching his fists in the sheets. You continue to thrust into Loki, slowly and deeply, leaving kisses everywhere you can reach. Loki groans and moans, gasps and whimpers, whines and babbles with your thrusts, his upper body writhing on the bed. “Y/N! A- Alpha! I’m getting so close. Please, please make me come. Come with me and fill me with your pups.” Loki begs, feeling that familiar warmth in his belly. “Loki, oh god. I’m gonna come. Omega, can’t wait to fill you up, watch you swell with my pups. I love you so much, so much!” You babble along with him, feeling your knot growing, your pace quickening. “Bite me, Alpha! Claim me! Let everyone know that I am yours!” Those words make the animal inside of you come ever closer to the surface, making you bare your teeth and growl. “Come, Loki.” Loki whines before screaming, “Alpha,” as he comes, his walls tightening around you, bringing your orgasm closer. You growl, “Loki,” before moving your head down and biting down on the omega’s neck as your knot swells and you pump loads of come into Loki. Loki cries out at the sting of the bite and the stretch of your knot swelling. After biting Loki, you lick at the bite to clean it a bit before laying your head on Loki’s chest. “I love you, Y/N.” Loki tells you, laying an arm over you. “I love you too, Loki. Get some rest, Omega.”

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Day xiii: Big

Summary: Deny it as much as you want, no matter how big you get, your husband still has an unhealthy appetite for you and some confessions were made along the way.

Words: 4,130

Warning: Smut. Unprotected Vaginal Intercourse. Cowgirl Position. Bulging. Mention of Postpartum Depression. Minor Angst. Misunderstandings. Party Thor f*cking it up for the husband and wife. Allusion to Body Insecurities

Characters: Jotun!Loki Laufeyson x Fire Demon! Reader; Enya Lokisdottir. Aster Lokison

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"My Queen."

You had refused to look at your husband. You would not give him the satisfaction after having to plead for him to fuck you all night long. The entire kingdom might be happy with you and your husband's marital bliss, but you weren't. Forever believing your need for your husband is simply caused by your raging hormones.

You were pregnant, nothing more and nothing less.

It didn't take long for you to be pregnant as you had first thought, it was a welcome surprise throughout the realm, ensuring Loki's lineage would continue, and it also meant you were moved into his chamber as traditions states. Your husband would attend to most of your needs in any way he could, sex was somehow the frequent request you would have.

"How is the child?" He inquired as your still refuse to acknowledge him.

On your eight month, it was only a few more weeks before you welcome your first-born and it brought more fear out of you than you had first anticipated. Your body was ever changing, the mix of both the symptoms of a Fire Demon and of a Frost Giant was what you had to endure.

You weigh almost twice as you had once did. Because of the body composition of your half-Jotun child inside of you, your body had to compensate the only way it knows how. Craving the most ridiculous delicacies, as well as constantly eating whatever food would be placed in front of you. The fat you never thought you would gain now evident and unlike the horrendous reaction from the people as you would have first expected, you were treated like the most gorgeous being in the realm--the total opposite of how you would have been treated in your own realm.

It has also meant your husband was just as ravenous as you were with him.

"Feisty this morning." You muttered rubbing against your swollen stomach. A smile breaking from your lips as your felt another one of their fierce kick. They will certainly be a good warrior like their father and the rest of his army.

You felt his hands against your stomach before you realized he moved closer to you. For someone as big as him, he surely moves quietly. His larger hands resting against your swollen stomach. As if your baby could feel their father, another vicious kick was made and you had to hide the wince from your features, hoping it was enough to stow away the constant worry that was on your husband's features.

"Strong kick. I'm sure she will become a good warrior like her mother." He said, eyes twinkling with pride.

"What makes you say we're having a girl?" You questioned pulling away from his colder hands.

"Fatherly intuition." He smirked standing right back up onto his full height.

"Well I believe he will be a fine warrior just like his father." You snort.

"Are my ears hearing correctly? You've finally spoken something nice about me, Pet."

Had it not been for the flames that was present in your skin, the warmth on your cheeks would have been evident for your smug husband.

"You heard no such thing." You muttered before walking away, once again stomping on what little realization you were slowly having for your feelings for your husband.

~

"Let's hear it for the King and Queen of Jotunheim."

Three and a half moons have passed since the birth of your twins. A sheer surprise on your face as well as your husband at the news that you had twins. Both of you were right in your guess of the gender. A girl and a boy, a fire demon and a frost giant respectively. And tonight marks the first day you and your husband would show the realm your newborns.

Cradled against your chest was your daughter, Enya Lokisdottir, who follows in her mother's footstep, a total spitfire. No caregiver could remedy when the first line of tears and hysteria had escaped her lips. It was only your husband that could calm her down, wrapped in her finger, your husband was more than willing to set the world on fire for her. Then there was your son, blood red eyes looking at the festive crowd before them. Aster Lokison, was a spitting image of his father, and mannerism was freakishly like his own.

The loud crowd was left stunned at the sight of your twins. Aside from the midwife, and caregivers, no one was told about the gender nor the fact that you had twins. It was tradition, you had been informed and caring less at this point whether they accepted your children or not. As long as no one spoke ill of them or harm them, you could care less what they would think of this new family you had.

"Aster Lokison, the future King of Jotunheim." Loki's voice announced before his eyes turned towards you, a smile lingering on his lips before falling to your sleeping daughter. "Enya Lokisdottir, the future Queen in her own right, when the time comes."

The announcement had brought a smile on your face. Loki was destroying the tradition, giving your daughter the same right to the frozen throne as much as your son. Such a simple word meant so much to you. Heart ached further for what this man had changed for you, for your children. How he was constantly breaking rules and traditions to better fit you and your needs. The memory of him being by your side when you gave birth, filling the loneliness in the pits of your stomach for risking your own life in another realm just for an alliance.

This was wear the problem lies with you now.

You had fulfilled your role as Queen. Securing not only an heir, but a spare for him and his rule. You did not believe you had not much use for yourself now. The way you looked post-pregnancy made it more evident. Training and joining hunts was unfruitful in your mission of shedding the pregnancy weight off and it was slowly getting to you. Loki has yet to touch you in the bedroom after all. Much to your annoyance and how you were treating the people around you. Being a fire demon in the realm of Frozen beings could only do so much in your loneliness.

Even as the two of you still share the same bed, neither seems to initiate anything, and you needed your husband more than life itself at this point. You were falling further into a breaking point you are unsure you could fix for yourself.

Jane Foster, Thor's Midgardian Lover, had explained that you could be experiencing what they call Post-partum depression. Before you could continue with inquiring about what it meant, you were dragged away for another hunt. The more you see it, the more likely there was truth in the wise Midgardian's words. Even as the celebration continues on, you felt no such joy for the occasion for it only signals the end of your duty to Loki and it was up to you whether or not you would want to return to your own realm.

But the idea of returning to your own realm did not sound as appealing. You know what change had happened to Jotunheim since the end of the Eon Wars, the same could not be said for Muspelheim. Uncertain if this agreement had benefitted your people as much as it had done the Jotun people. Would you be labeled a traitor as you had always thought you were when you agreed to this union? But then again, what hold did you have for staying in Jotunheim. You had given Loki his heirs and it had escaped your own lips at the start of your marriage that once that role was fulfilled he can kick you out without looking back. What if he was ready to make your words into a reality?

At the first whimper that escaped your daughter's lips, the intrusive thoughts had momentarily vanished and you had noticed that Loki was staring at you. For how long, you did not want to find out.

"Even our daughter could feel you are distressed, My Queen." Loki pointed out, larger hand coming to cup your cheeks but you stepped back. It was dangerous for you to even have his touch anywhere near you.

"I am just tired." You brushed off, rocking your daughter gently against your chest. "It is not something you need to worry yourself with." You played off even when the thought began to worm their way back into your head.

Loki was unable to push you further with his line of questions as you were both escorted to your respective place at the front of the table in your thrones. The festivities, as you had learned would be long and wild, something you weren't excited to have to endure with your thoughts.

"This celebration is for you, and yet you hold a frown." Loki whispered against your ears.

A shiver had run through your skin at the close proximity he had. But you tried your best to act like you weren't affected by him, by anything that has to do with him. It would be easier that way, to get use to the absence of his touch for when the time comes.

"I didn't ask nor did I want this celebration to begin with." You whispered hoping no one would hear the conversation you were having with your husband. "This is merely out of respect for our children and our people that I am even here sitting besides you."

The growl that escaped your husband's lips made it evident that he did not like your answer, but you couldn't act like this was a celebration to you.

"Had you wish to celebrate in Muspelheim instead?"

You jerked your head to finally look at him, the glare that was shared between the two of you would ruin the entire mood of the people had they realized what it was all about.

"I'm sure my father and my people would have appreciated the birth of my children." You challenged right back, unafraid of what more the man could do.

"Our children." He hissed leaning closer to you until his lips were a fraction of a inch away from your own. "The moment you had accepted the marriage, this people that you grow to resent are your people. You best act like their Queen if you wish to remain in this realm."

And there was the threat. This was where you would find yourself in. The predicament that you know with uncertainty you have control over.

"Loki!"

Both of your turned your attention towards the smaller being making his way towards you.

For a moment the argument was postponed as you fit the best smile you could muster as one Thor Odinson has made his way towards the two of you. The usual beaming smile was on the Asgardian's features. You like Thor, as wild as he could be at times and his lack of realization for his responsibilities as the future King of Asgard, the man was honest and genuine in himself and the people around him. It was a feature that was not present in most of the royals you had ever come across--especially one that sits dangerously close to where you sat.

"If I were as tall as you, I would love to hold onto my Godchildren."

A smile had grown in your husband's lips as much as your own grew even more at the notion. It was a Midgardian thing that Loki was more than happy to participate in. Thor was to be your children's guardians should anything were to happen to either you or your husband. It was something you were happy to give such a privilege to the man. He was after all slowly learning his role and for a certainty, your children would be spoiled rotten by the man when the time comes.

"Now that the ceremony is over, I'm sure you can once again join me with Partying the nine realms away, I'm sure a few of the ladies in the whole galaxy has missed you, Loki."

And just like that the smile on your lips fell at Thor's word. That quickly, huh?

"I think it's time I place our children to bed." You announced standing up from your throne and taking your son into your arms, ignoring all protest that escaped your husband's lips.

The further away you were from the party, away from the wandering eyes, and the uncertainty in your husband's own, the tears finally at its breaking point as you sobbed, cradling your unknowing children into your arms. It was so easy for you to be replaced.

~

With your children nestled in their cribs with several guard watching their door, you had made it your mission to have your servants get most of your belongings moved back to your own room--away from Loki, and away from the inevitable fate of being thrown away now that all was said and done.

What you didn't expect to welcome you in your shared bedroom was your husband, waiting with a deep frown on his lips. His crown and his armor was discarded and you were left with a giant as vulnerable as your own emotions were in this very moment.

"You have left the festivities, I am sure you are being missed." You pointed out, feet taking you towards the your space that held most of your belongings. It was better for him to see that you would be making the initiative to leave before he takes the chance to kick you out instead.

"The mead had made them forget the reason for the festivities at this point." He answers.

You hummed a response as you stood, at lost to where you would be starting. No longer did you know what was yours and what was his. Your pregnancy had you wearing most of his clothes, and coat furs. Everything smelled like him and that was the last thing you would want anymore.

"What is going on with you?" He questioned.

Turning your head, you see him now with his elbows resting on his thighs as he held onto his head. Far from the powerful King he had shown the realms he was.

"I have come to the realization that my role in this realm is complete. I had given you an heir and our realms are united as what has always been agreed upon."

Silence in the room scared you more than the protest or humor in your husband's lips. Silence would often mean yes, an agreement that was yet to find the right words to say.

"Do you wish to return to your realm?" He asked.

"If that is what the King would want of me, then I will."

"I want my wife here!" He roared finally standing toward you. Hands holding onto your arms, stopping any of your attempt of pulling away. "I want the mother of my children here in this realm." His voice fell as his blood red eyes focused on you as you tried your best to appear unaffected by his words. "I want the woman that I love here with me, for as long as she would want to be in my home."

As he spoke those words, his hands had let you go, leaving you empty and helpless under his scrutiny.

Love.

Those words would have never escaped from his lips. But it could not concede the chaos in your head. Your thoughts, your past words, and even Thor's own had mixed into a conundrum of this mess in your life.

"You love me?" You questioned finally looking straight into his eyes. He could never lie to you, it was a vow that he was yet to break and now you were seeing if the vow still remains.

"Yes. I would not have accepted the offer of marriage to you if I did not love you."

After the months that you had spent with the man, hate that you never thought would turn into love, he had now become forthcoming with his own admission. This was not how you could have thought the night would come to.

"You love me?" You find yourself questioning, no longer did you step back as his larger hands now come cupping onto your cheeks, the coldness of his hands brought comfort you never thought you were still allowed to have with your husband.

"I had loved you the moment you were brought to me on our wedding day, how you had argued with me about the situation, but in the eyes of my people and of your own had accepted the fact that was to fall upon you. You showed how you value your duty to your people more than for your own self." He whispered gently guiding you to your shared bed.

You tried your best to fight the tears from falling further.

"I had loved you the moment you had given your innocence to me, how you clung to me as your sole protector in the room filled with witnesses watching us consummate our union. How you had put on a brave face even when the tears fought hard to escape your eyes, like right now."

He smiled wiping away the tears that had now come falling from your eyes.

He gently nudges you onto you back on the bed. Eyes never leaving you, and his strong hands making sure to touch any part of you at this point.

"I love you because you deserve to be loved, you deserve to have your own happiness even in the predicament we are forced to be a part of. I love you for giving me two strong and healthy children that I will forever cherish and protect for as long as I am alive."

Slowly the thin silk garb you had on was slipped off of you and you were left naked in front of your husband, in front of the man that was baring his own truth to you.

"I love you, for you. For your intelligent mind, your gentle but fierce soul. For your body that had created our children." He whispered hands resting on the curves of your hips. "You thought I didn't notice but I did, you look beautiful, whatever shape or form you are."

His hands trailed from your hips, towards your stomach, before finally resting on the valleys of your breast. The cold air and Loki's darkening gaze hardening your nipples.

"Had I not been required to attend council meetings or hunts, I would want nothing more than to make love to you until you learn to love yourself again."

"Then why didn't you?" You find yourself asking now. The months after your birth and even with the healer giving you the signal that it was alright for you to have sex again, Loki has still to make good of his words.

"I did not want to force you into something so quickly." He responds finally hovering on top of you. "Every single day, I want nothing more than to fuck you here in our bed, in the throne room, in the hallways, and outside the castle grounds. But I couldn't, not unless you ask me to."

So you had the power all along.

"And what of Thor's words?" You question once more, wanting to make peace with the thoughts in your head.

"That life is behind me now, had stopped joining Thor in his parties since I assumed the throne and my marriage to you. I had been faithful to you from the start."

You finally took your first sigh of relief at the admission.

"So you want me to stay in Jotunhiem still?" You inquired finally coming to cup his own cheeks. The sharp cheeks dangerous against your touch.

"Why wouldn't I want you to stay?" He questioned looking at you incredulously. "You are my Queen and you have every right to be in this realm like the rest of my people."

"So you're not kicking me out?" You asked again.

"Love, if I wanted you out, you would have been gone a long time ago." He snorts. "But I love you too much to let your ass freeze especially in this colder seasons."

You finally found yourself smiling, heart fluttering as the thoughts you were having were now put to rest and you now look at your husband in a much different view.

"So what do we do now?" You question.

"You finally tell me you love me, so I can finally fuck you into a mewling mess before me."

You chuckle, rolling your eyes at the sass that still lingers in him even after such a heavy conversation you two had.

"I love you, King Loki Laufeyson." You finally allowed those words to escape your lips.

"As you should, Pet." He smirked finally leaning his head forward for a kiss.

~

"Loki--" You gasped as your husband took reigns in your pleasure.

Riding your husband felt so different now, seeing him in a much different light as someone more than just focused on his own lust. This man was in love with you just as much as you were with him and he was proving them further in this moment.

"You're taking me so well, Pet." he praised,

Looking down at him, you saw him watching where his cock met your pussy. How your stomach bulged at the sheer size of your husband's dick. The wetness of your release that painted his stomach and your thighs. All of this little factors had Loki slowly growing feral.

"I can perfectly see where I am." He points out, hands rubbing against your stomach to feel the fullness of him inside of you. "I can even feel it too."

You could only nod and ride your next orgasm at this point. You were no longer comprehensible as night grew on, Loki had made it his mission to worship your entire body, painting every single inch of your skin with his lips, and trailing a number of marks you were certain his people would see the following morning.

Then there was the special care and fixation towards your still nursing breast.

Loki had suckled you into two orgasm with just his mouth on your nipples and his fingers rubbing against your clit.

But now, as you had been shown the chaos of your husband's love, it was his turn to seek his own pleasure. Riding him was his idea that you got along with, bones no longer functioning and you only depended on your husband's strength to ride you up and down his dick.

"Who do you belong to, Pet?" He questioned as his hold on your waist tightened.

"You." You whimpered as the warmth was slowly building inside of you.

"Who does this fucking quim belong to?"

"You!" You sobbed trembling as his movement had become rapid and all the air had left your lungs at the sensation.

One minute Loki was manhandling you onto his cock, the next minute you found your release, and Loki pulling you deeper until you could feel him swell into your cervix as the nth line of come painted your walls and the realization of your twins having siblings wouldn't be far off as either of your expected.

Gently pulled into you husband's chest, you relish in his cool touch as you ridded down your orgasm. The light twitch of Loki's softening erection and the trembling still lingering your body, everything was perfect.

"Were you hurt?" Loki had asked after a moment of silence between you two.

Craning your head to look at him, a smile grew on your lips as you come to realize the love in his concern over you post-sex. It was sweet and if only you had known earlier on, you wouldn't have so much insecurities with yourself.

"Everything is perfect." You assured him before leaning your head on top of his chest. The rapid beating of his heart slowly easing down.

"Do you think we can have the caregivers watch over the twins for the morning?" He asked out of the blue.

"Why?" You inquired, no longer having the strength to turn to look at him.

"I'm sure I still have a lot of catchup to do with my wife, don't you think?" He offered, hands smoothening down onto your back.

"I'll think about it." You teased as fatigue finally comes to wash over you before your eyes finally closed to get the much needed sleep.

You would need it as Loki made good of his words of catching up with his ravenous wife.

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[saltandlimes]

before the fast

[Thorki, ~800 words, Kinktober: Masks, Teen]

Loki swings his cape around his shoulders, then steps out of the gate to his small flat, and into the frantic bustle of Carnevale. All around him, people swarm, bright colors flashing out in the streetlights and elaborate headdresses bobbing up and down. A few of them nod to him, admiring his gold-embroidered tricorn and elaborately laced green doublet. It’s not, perhaps, the most literal interpretation of a traditional costume out there, but as Loki wends his way through the streets, he sees even more liberal interpretations of the theme, from things obviously pulled out of a cosplay closet to one woman wearing what seems to be a pirate costume.

Loki has always liked pulling on the blank batua mask and disappearing from himself. During Carnevale he can be a lover, a whisper in the dark, someone who comes and goes without notice, a man or a woman or anything else, someone who has no past and needs no future. All around him, no one can see anything more than grace of movement and his thin fingers holding up his second, more decorated mask in front of his face. They can’t see Odin’s second son, Odin’s forgotten child who is wasting his life wandering around Europe like some boy on a Grand Tour in years past. They can’t see when he huddles in his bed at night, trying not to reach out to the remembered warmth of someone he’s told himself he can’t have.

Loki shakes his head, the plume on his hat waving. He turns down a narrow alley, and knocks twice at the heavy, old wooden door there, his mind resolutely blank. As the door swings open, he whispers the password and slips inside.

The masked figure who opened the door vanishes back into the dark as Loki makes his way down a long hall towards another door. This one has no guardian, and he passes through it to the noise and bluster of the ball beyond, grateful to be out of the strangely muffled space of the corridor. It’s all sound and light in the ball itself, and Loki finds himself swept up almost instantly.

And it’s not long before he finds himself in the arms of another batua-wearing man, his own cape a deep, traditional red, and his thick arms straining against the black fabric of his doublet. The white lace at his throat brushes up against Loki’s that, underneath his mask, so closely are they pressed together. The man spins him across the floor, saying nothing, only holding Loki tight against his chest. Loki sighs. The sound resonates in his mask, and the man he’s dancing with laughs a little. His whole body moves when he chuckles, and Loki giggles too, a swirl of light and color all around him.

They seem to dance forever, this stranger leading and Loki always following, following like he never does outside of Carnevale. Yet finally the man must tire, because he tugs Loki over to a corner of the room. It’s draped in silks and satins, velvet cushions on the floor. A few other people are scattered about, but Loki pays them no mind. He’s still clasped close to the stranger, and he stumbles as he is pulled to his knees, and then down to lounge on the cushions.

“Close your eyes,” the stranger says. His voice is just as booming as his laugh was, caught in the echo-chamber of his mask. Loki cocks his head to one side.

“Why?” He asks.

“So that you don’t see my face.”

“Are you planning to unmask?” Loki asks, fascinated.

“Close your eyes and see,” he repeats. Loki does. He waits for a long breath, and then there is a hand lifting up his mask. “Keep them closed,” the stranger says, and Loki halts the fluttering process of his eyelids.

Then he’s being kissed, his lips are being taken and his whole body is overwhelmed by it. For a moment, Loki kisses back with all the passion of a first time meeting, all the passion of Carnevale. Then, he taste his lips. He knows that taste. He knows the smell of the skin that is so close to his, the clean sweat that’s beaded on the other man’s lip, the rasp of those whiskers against his cheek.

“Thor,” he breathes, “how did you know it was me? How did you find me?”

“I will always know,” Thor says, and suddenly all those long empty nights are fading away into the blur of everyday life, life that is utterly out of place during Carnevale.

“I will always know,” Thor repeats, and Loki believes him. “I will always find you, because you are mine, and I love you.”

As their masks clack together, with his eyes still closed, Loki kisses back once again. It is Carnevale, after all, and he will feast all he can before the fast that is Thor leaving once again.

[I’m using these lists for daily October ficlets x, x]

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prompt 98 with loki please? thank you :-D

 Don't You Ever Knock?

Summary: Loki walks in on you at the worst - and best -  time possible.

Pairing: Loki x fem!Reader

Warnings: masturbation, oral (fem receiving), a little bit of telepathic communication

A/N: Kinktober Day 16! I loooved writing this one!

It has been a long while since you had gotten off. A very long while.

You’ve been so caught up in school, and work, and homework that you’ve very little time for a little relaxation and TLC. 

But today... today it looks like you can have some time to yourself, and you know exactly how you’re going to spend at least a little of your time.

You go into your room, shut the door.

You only take your pants off, and you get into bed. You pull the covers up to your chest, take a deep breath, and start.

You start by caressing your breasts, one at a time. Then, you run your hands down your stomach, and only run your fingers along the insides of your thighs. You tilt your neck, imagining a group of hot kisses being pressed there.

When the need for contact arises, you rub your clit in slow circles. Counter clockwise, you remember. The warmth you’ve missed so much takes a long while to arrive - it’s all a matter of getting yourself relaxed enough, and not thinking of getting to your release. Thinking about your release always makes it harder to achieve it.

Your other hand moves, and you insert a finger inside yourself, lightly massaging your now very wet walls.

Right as your pleasure grows to a nice, constant warmth, you hear the door open with a deafening creak.

You jump, immediately stopping everything and tearing your hands away from your body. You’re gasping, panting, as you see Loki in the doorway.

His face is red, red with embarrassment and surprise. “Oh — ” he gasps, “I’m so — fuck, I'm so sorry, I’ve been trying to reach — ”

“Loki, don’t you ever knock?” you ask, trying to keep your voice from revealing how entirely petrified — and pissed off — you are.

“Er — yes. I do. You didn’t answer. I wanted to bring you some tea. You’ve been stressed lately.”

You exhale, managing a grateful smile. You try to ignore the throbbing of your pussy underneath the scorching hot covers. “Thank you.”

There’s a very uncomfortable pause.

"This is a very improper question, forgive me for asking. You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to. Were — were you touching yourself?"

You try not to spit some vile insult. “If you don’t mind, I’d like to be alone now. Thank you for the tea,” you manage.

He nods, looking apologetic. “I will leave you be.” Before he leaves, he sets the tea on the table. It’s in a black mug, and it smells of citrus and passionfruit.

“I’m sorry,” he says. “I shouldn’t have asked.”

You see the genuine sorrow in his eyes. “It’s okay,” you say, brushing away your annoyance. “I really appreciate your tea bringing. It kind of... it helps me know that... that I’m not alone right now, you know?”

He nods. “Yeah,” he says. “I understand completely.”

He turns to leave.

“Yes,” you blurt. 

Immediately, you realize what you’ve just said. You wince, immediately covering your face with your hands. “Oh my God...”

“What is it, love?” Loki turns back to you, walks over to your side of the bed.

“I...” you whisper. “I was.... I was touching myself.... I don’t fucking know why I just said that...”

You don’t see his smile.

“Don’t be embarrassed, my darling, it’s normal. It’s completely normal to want some alone time for activities like that, especially at a stressful time.”

“I didn’t say that so I could get a therapy session,” you snort through your hands.

He hums, his quietest version of a laugh. “I know. I just wanted to make sure you’re okay. Don’t — don’t be embarrassed, lovely. I’ll leave now...”

A beat.

“Unless you want me to stay?”

You stiffen, finally looking at him. “Er... sorry?”

“Do you... do you want me to help you out?”

“With — ” you swallow. “With — ”

He leans forward, a little glint in his eyes. “I’d be very happy to help you with your... stress relief, as you may call it. I’d be delighted to make you come, to help you get all of your stress out of your system.”

Your heart pounds in your chest. You’re sure he can hear it.

“Fuck,” you mutter, kissing him passionately.

Immediately, he closes you in an embrace, warm hands rubbing down your back and up to your shoulders.

“Is that a yes, dear one?”

You nod, and whisper a “yes” through your kisses.

He moves, lays you down to where you were before. Slowly, as to not shock you with cold, he pulls your covers back, revealing your throbbing sex to him.

Loki’s eyes never leave your sex as he shuffles downward. He laces your hands in his, and, wordlessly, starts to go down on you.

“Oh, shit!” you gasp, as he hoists your legs up onto his shoulders.

That’s it, love. Just breathe in and out, let yourself relax for me. Can you do that?

It’s all wordless, in your mind, suddenly. Loki’s voice is in your head, as if he were talking to you out loud. But his mouth remains on your pussy. His eyes flick upward to meet yours.

Just let me make you feel good, my love.

Your mind races, mostly with surprise and pleasure, but you trust him, and you let your head fall back onto the mattress. The fact that he wants to make you come and nothing more alone is, somehow, incredibly arousing to you.

You sigh with contentment as he skillfully licks and sucks his way around your pussy, making love to you with his tongue.

“Oh, Loki,” you moan, “that’s... that’s good, right there...”

He’s found the clit, and he latches onto it like it’s his life force.

A few minutes more, and then you’re gone, legs shaking around Loki’s head and fists gripping his own with white knuckles. You’re coming, and you’re coming hard.

That’s it, love, just let go. C’mon, come for me. Let it all go.

You come just like that, with his gentle, wordless encouragement. Breathing hard as your fireworks fade, you manage to thank him, and he smiles.

“Don’t thank me just yet. Can — can I try it again?”

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