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sarahscribbles · 3 months
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Kinks Loki has
Praise kink (receiving and giving)
IDK if this classifies as a kink-Bondage?? I think he would be into the soft kind of bondage
Breeding kink but he won't admit it...unless we coax him to
𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐁𝐨𝐲
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𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞: 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝
𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐒𝐮𝐛!𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭
𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟕𝟓𝟐
𝐀𝐍: 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐛!𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐦.
𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
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Loki whines desperately the second your warm lips leave his cock. You watch, amused, as his hips snap up in a hopeless attempt at chasing your mouth, and how they just as quickly fall when he realises it’s an impossible endeavor. 
His strong arms are stretched out above him and restrained to the headboard by his own magic. Vibrant wisps of green encircle his wrists and pulse wildly with each tug, though they won’t go anywhere until you utter the word. 
He knows this, yet he still strains and pulls like he has a hope of escaping. It’s endearing, really.
“How many times is that, my love?” you ask, stroking his shaking thigh with your fingertips. It’s a gesture meant to reassure as much as tease. 
Your lover lies nude amongst the crumpled cream sheets, chest heaving, brow sweating, and hair fanned around him in a glorious mess of midnight curls. Your perfect, pretty prince.
“T…ten,” he replies, still panting heavily and subtly rolling his hips as bliss ebbs away from him once more. 
As it has done for the past thirty minutes. 
Your fingers continue to lightly stroke his thigh and he sighs softly at the sensation of being so openly adored. “Ten times you’ve given up your pleasure for me,” you coo, taking care to let a pause linger heavily in the air.
As expected, those big green eyes snap expectantly towards you and he seems to almost hold his breath in silent anticipation. There’s a “will she or won’t she?” etched into every line on his face, a wordless plea settled between those partly opened lips. 
Tonight, you have no intention of disappointing him.
“Such a good boy,” you praise him, scooching along the bed so you can cup his face and brush some stray curls back into place. “How lucky am I that you’re mine?”
His eyes light up beneath you, shining like pretty emeralds at your adoration. “Yours,” he repeats back softly, and you watch the rosy pink hue that stains his cheeks and the way his broad chest puffs up with pride. 
“Mhmm,” you murmur back, leaning in to nudge his nose with yours. “The prettiest prince in all the land is mine.”
A smile so soft it melts your heart curls across his lips and you can’t help but press your own firmly to his, moaning eagerly into his mouth and nipping at his bottom lip when you pull away.
He whines again and you catch the same vibrant pulsing of his restraints as he tries to pull you back in. “I’m not going anywhere, my darling,” you assure him, beginning to trail slow lazy kisses along his chest. 
Loki arches into every press of your lips against his skin, breathing out your name like a desperate prayer to the gods. He curses when your tongue runs over a nipple, and then the other, and you feel the firm muscles of his stomach jump and ripple as you continue your descent. 
“You know, I always wonder why I get such filthy looks when we step out together, but now I realise. It’s envy. They’re all envious that I have such a beautiful, gorgeous man in my bed.” You continue to lavish praise on him, hearing his deep inhale and feeling the twitch of his hips as your words roll over him.
“Please, darling,” Loki begs softly. 
Looking up, you see those beautiful eyes trained on you, watching, waiting. You run a hand soothingly along his thigh again and finally take his cock back in your mouth. 
His groan is deep and primal sends heat coursing between your own thighs, but your focus remains entirely on him. You worship him with your mouth, taking as much of his cock as you can until he’s a whimpering, whining mess above you. 
He writhes in the sheets, tugging violently on his restraints and rolling his hips almost frantically into your mouth. You don’t pause for even a second, don’t slow or ease until you feel his entire body tense and he spills into your mouth. 
You eagerly swallow every drop of him, listening to the melody of his broken gasps and moans until he’s totally, utterly spent. 
He whimpers when you kiss the sensitive head of his cock, and half lidded eyes follow you as you crawl back along his body. 
“There’s my good boy,” you murmur, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “Five minutes, and then we do it all again.”
Tonight, afterall, was all about him.
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havensins · 10 months
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pulling on loki's luscious locks as you bend him over, pressing kisses and small bites over his adams apple and jaw while you fuck him
(you might be stuck with me and my appalling obsession with loki and dr strange now im so sorry😔)
(i don’t mind, come & stay for a while, love)
loki definitely has a kink for hair pulling!!! and he’d try to deny it soooo much at first and then one night while the both of you are a tangle of limbs and needy whines as your teeth clash in a messy kiss, your hand finds his hair and tugs.
he moans involuntarily and you’d never heard such a sound come from him, it’s not long after that you notice the warmth on your thigh from where he was pressed against you.
“did you just-“ you start, though you cut yourself off when loki leans his head back in embarrassment. “nothin to be embarrassed about, love,” you murmur, chuckling softly against his neck as you pepper kisses down his jaw.
he still refuses to look at you, so you give his hair an experimental tug. and he moans out; a broken sound that reverberated through his chest. you could feel his cock stirring up again.
“let’s see just how much you like having your hair pulled, hm?” you question, finally untangling your hands from his hair and hooking your thumbs in the waistband of his underwear.
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lokisgoodgirl · 1 year
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Delayed Gratification [Loki x Fem.Reader]
A link to my (new) Masterlist is HERE Summary: [Oneshot/companion to Don't be Shy] A timid Loki breaks his s*x drought, with your encouragement. Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Smut. Sub!Loki. Language. Dirty Talk. (w/c 2.3k)
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You pressed a thumb against the pad on your door. It beeped, making Loki flinch behind you.
“Gosh, you really are nervous.” you mumbled with a smile, hearing the rustle of Loki’s crisp shirt as he straightened.
Pouring two glasses of water, you set them the side-table next to the sofa. Loki had made himself comfortable, removing his waistcoat and sitting poised with his legs crossed.
“So how long is a long time, exactly?” you probed, sliding a hand up one muscular thigh as you settled beside him. Loki's eyes darted towards you, adjusting his hips.
“Since Asgard.” he murmured tentatively, voice catching as your fingers danced up his in-seam.
“Oh…that is a dry spell.” you cooed, an amused smile curling at your lips. How is it possible this perfect specimen hasn't been ridden in years, you thought; scepticism creeping in. It's not possible.
Loki hissed as your fingers brushed his hardening cock, feeling the trapped monster grow thick beneath your gentle touch. His knuckles whitened under the crushing grip on the armrest.
Or maybe it is, you pondered with a smile.
“If you don't mind me asking...why is that?” you said, gaze crawling over his twitching brow. "I find it hard to believe you don't have a lot of opportunity-"
“Hardly-” he gasped, ass clenching before he bit his lip. Even with this achingly light level of touch, it was almost too much for him to bear. That was plain to see.
“I just...have a h-hard time letting loo-se, you see.” he stammered, his grip making the armrest creak in protest.
You squeezed again, making Loki’s eyelids flutter shut.
He whimpered, a series of shallow pants wisping from his throat. “I can stop?” you whispered, trailing your free hand over your cleavage. His eyes shot open, afire with sudden fear. “-No.” he choked, looking longingly to the fingers grazing the curve of your breasts. “For the love of the Nine...don’t stop.”
A secret smile pressed against your cheeks as you stood and intertwined your fingers with his. “Come with me.” you said firmly, nerves sizzling as Loki let out a long exhale before unfurling himself to his full height. You walked slowly ahead of him to the bedroom, circling behind and pushing the shy god gently to the mattress.
He began to yank at his windsor knot, before pausing. “Apologies, I didn’t mean to be presumptuous.”
The words were accompanied by a penitent flutter of his lashes. You chuckled. “Loki, you’re sitting on my bed. If you had any idea how wet I am right now…” you groaned, straddling him and sliding your hands firmly over his shoulders.
Loki’s legs widened as the soaking gusset of your panties grazed the hard shaft pressed against his thigh. He swallowed thickly as you began to place messy sucks on his exposed neck, whipping the tie from his collar.
“S-slow...slower.” he panted, breaths quick. Surfacing from stiff cotton, you rose on your knees; tugging his hair back as you descended with a licentious kiss. You could feel his chest heaving beneath your own, the tell-tale thrust of his hips against your core sloppy and needy and desperate.
Loki broke for air, his eyes wild. Your lips curled in a coquettish smile. “Maybe we should start gently, hmm?” you said, seeing Loki nod. “I think that’s...wise.” he muttered, a thin sheen of moisture forming on his brow. Your knees shuffled backwards, lowering yourself to the carpet between his legs and pulling your dress over your head.
“Do you mind taking these off?” you asked gently, pulling at the fabric tight against his thigh. Loki’s gaze refocused from the lingerie cupping your curves, his mouth forming a soft O.
“Of- of...of course. Apologies.” he fumbled, before a shimmer of his magic dissolved the luxurious suit trousers from his body. And his underwear, too. “You don’t have to...do...that, you know.” he mumbled.
You didn’t need to look at him to know the pink tinge in his cheeks was back with renewed force.
Loki’s cock rose between his spread thighs. It was long, pale and utterly perfect. Just as you knew it would be. You curled your fingers lightly around the thick base, making Loki’s hips jolt. Your thumb didn’t reach around the circumference.
“Just breathe…” you murmured, hearing his frantic breaths slow at the command. Your finger caressed up the length, making tingles soar on the surface of his neglected velvet skin. “This should be worshipped, Loki.” you muttered absent-mindedly as you inspected it with awe, hearing him chuckle before you lifted your gaze seductively to meet his. “So let’s make a start on that, shall we?”
His palms rested on your duvet, fingers spread. You could see him slide them into a tight grip, neat fingernails scratching against the fabric as he inhaled sharply, bracing himself. You leant forward, extending your tongue so that only the lightest of licks trailed from the base of his shaft to the tip.
Loki’s moan was raw dynamite, a long ragged sigh that made your thighs squeeze together. He tasted like freshly washed linen, the scent of clean cotton lingering in your nostrils. Unspoilt. Virginal.
You parted your lips, tongue sliding in messy kisses against the meat of his cock. The base of your palm held his length steady, perfectly vertical as his hips rocked upwards.
“F-ffuck..det er f-for godt-” he moaned under his breath, sliding a hand against the back of your head before retracting. Seizing his moment of resistance, you lapped tortuously slowly over the leaking tip. Loki shuddered as he watched the glistening bead of pre-cum that had been trembling there disappear beneath you eager attentions.
“M-more...please.” he stammered, forearms quivering as he braced against the bed. You tilted your chin up to face him, nestled between his thick thighs. “Are you sure?” you said coyly. Loki nodded, shallow breaths making his chest strain against the buttons of his shirt. You pressed your lips together, arching a brow before you descended and swallowed the tip of his cock.
A strangled whine rumbled from the god as you sucked gently, the fingers curled around his base pulsing with each smooth lap of your tongue. You could feel Loki brace against the bed, his fingertips digging into the mattress as his thighs began to shake. And you were barely touching him.
“Det føles for godt…” he groaned, toes curling against the carpet. “F-fuck...im nær...im n-nær-” he growled through gasping breaths. “S-stop.”
You released him, a strand of saliva hanging in a teasing curve between his foreskin and your lips. Loki’s addled stare rolled blissfully along the spittal’s route, landing on your glistening mouth.
“Fuck.” he murmured reluctantly, shaking his head as his eyes darted to the side. “I should not have led you on. This is...not my usual- not my typical performance I-”
You pressed a finger to his lips. “I think it’s hot.” you purred, making his eyebrows slant with surprise. “Really hot.”
Rising to your feet, you tugged down your panties before sliding onto Loki’s lap once more. The thump of arousal between your legs was untenable, the messy slick of your sex crying for relief against his naked thighs. “Just go with it.” you keened in his ear, rolling your hips against the base of the cock sandwiched between you. His breath hitched, fingertips sinking into the curve of your waist. “We can make it a little game.”
“A game?” Loki chirped, interest piqued. “I like games.”
“I know you do.” you hummed encouragingly, sucking his earlobe between your teeth. Loki hissed, a growl building in his chest as you began to unbutton his shirt. “Is this what you thought of as you fucked yourself thinking of me?” you said, feeling his stomach clench beneath your searching hands.
He cleared his throat, back straightening.
“I must confess I was rather more...dominant.” he admitted sheepishly, avoiding your seductive stare. He observed as your fingers made quick work of the buttons, ebony hair falling sluttishly around his jaw. “Dominant?” you teased approvingly. “Why do I get the feeling you made me call you Daddy?”
“Oh, I insist on it.” he joked, before you stripped back the shirt from his shoulders.
The god’s jaw clenched as you pushed the cuffs from his wrists; coaxing him backwards. “Norns…” he gasped, muscular back hitting the mattress with a soft thump. You took a moment to savour the god stretched like an shy whore on your king bed, his soft eyes wide with nervous anticipation. You smiled, crawling slowly up his long body.
“Trust me, Loki…” you said softly, the lust in your voice simmering as the thick veins in his throat hardened. “We’ll ease you back in, don’t worry.”
He opened his mouth to speak, before his eyes fluttered shut. Loki’s back arched as you ground your bare pussy against his length. You slid easily back and forth, dragging through your slick folds. The soft mewls of grateful submission from his lips made your nipples harden.
“You should be fucked every day, Loki Laufeyson.” you slurred, feeling his cock twitch against your cunt. “Every. Fucking. Day.”
Loki huffed in frustration, bucking upwards. The scent of you. The promise of your wetness. It must be driving him crazy.
“Ride me. Please-fuck me, I can’t take it anymore.” he growled, tilting his chin against his chest as your cleavage hung tantalisingly in front of him. His nose slotted between your mounds, a shuddering sigh shaking his body as he lost himself.
"Patience, Laufeyson...” you giggled, hearing a muffled whine against your skin. “A little delayed gratification never hurt anyone. Much less a god...”
You reached between his legs, hovering above his hips as you lined him up. The wide tip of his cock nudged against your slit, his forehead creasing as he tried to restrain himself with a quaking sigh. Loki’s lips formed a stoic line, eyebrows knitting slowly together as you squeezed the thick head inside your cunt.
With every inch you sank, his lips parted further; the skin sticking as he exhaled a ragged, primal gasp of relief.
“I...I...uhh-hh-gods.” he rasped, fingertips sinking into the soft thighs spread against him. You stilled, the head of his cock buried to the hilt. You squeezed.
Loki jolted on the bed, hair fanning in wild tendrils as he clenched his jaw to the ceiling. “I had forgotten.” he moaned through gritted teeth, grunting as you began to roll your hips in miniscule waves. “I had f-forgotten...faen.”
Your clit tugged against his public mound as you rocked slowly to and fro, minimising your movements.
Loki whimpered, brows twitching as he watched you relax into bliss above him; his thick girth stretching your walls as you gyrated. “This feels so good, Loki…” you groaned, letting your head fall back as his legs tensed beneath. The god's feet slid up the bed behind you - knees parking bent at your sides. Tears had begun to form in his eyes.
“Norns.” he gasped quietly, resting his hands on your hips and guiding you carefully back and forth. Like you might break. The needy touch was the final spark, lighting the trail of gasoline to climax like a match.
Your swollen clit pulsed with every slow tug against his neat pubic hair, the solid mass of his cock making you whimper. “I’m going to cum, baby…” you mewled, making Loki’s fingers dig deeper. A solitary tear of desperation rolled down his cheekbone, disappearing to the curve.
He thrust upwards once. A broken cry of pleasure from his throat sent shivers down your spine. It sounded like pain. But it wasn't pain. Far from it.
Your palms pressed against his shoulders, limiting his movement. “Not yet.” you choked, increasing the pace of your rolling hips against his base.
“You’re so...fucking...tight.” Loki breathed, ragged pants filling the air as you rocked into him, orgasm blossoming like a wall of fire. His voice was thick, wet with pure lust. “You feel s-so-uhhh, so divi-divine I-” he stammered, choking as he felt your fingernails dig deep into the ropes of shoulder muscle.
“Now, Loki.” you whined, releasing your hands from his biceps and gripping the brass railings above his head. You slid up his cock, squeezing at the tip before sinking into the god’s sloppy thrust. His eyes were suddenly wild, torn between savouring every inch of your sex-drunk body and becoming lost in his own pleasure beneath the veil of his eyelids. An animal released from the cage.
He tugged your hips towards him, beginning to bounce you on his slippery cock. Nordic curses dripped from his lips like battle cries, a vein by his temple thick to bursting against the furious weight of his basest needs. Every slap of his skin against your fizzing clit sent jolts through your body, the power of raw animalism coursing from his sex to yours.
“Let it go-” you gasped, throwing your head back as you felt an explosion of pleasure surge in your belly. “Don’t be s-shy oh my god, - oh my, uhhh...f-fuck...scream for me, -L-Loki.”
Loki slammed your pussy a final time to the hilt, before a roar of utter devastation exploded from his throat.
Tendrils of damp hair cascaded over his brow as his back arched, errant strands across his lips blown by a feral moan of your name. You could feel the force of hot cum hit your cervix, leaking into every crevice of your stuffed slit as his messy thrusts slowed.
Loki’s eyes had squeezed shut, deep lines ironed into his forehead as he murmured panting praises you didn’t understand.
He lay there silently, breaths slowing. “Was that OK?” you whispered, flickers of sudden insecurity rearing in your mind. There was no answer. "Loki?" You leant forwards, clenching around his cock as you rested against his chest. Loki nodded, humming blissfully with his eyes still closed.
“Truly... I am lost for words.” he slurred, running a large palm down your spine and planting a light, congratulatory smack on your ass.
You felt a wave of pride rise in your belly. “There’s a first time for everything.” you teased, making Loki open one eye with difficulty. “How dare you.” he growled.
In a second, he had flipped you over; pinning you to the bed with his fingers curled around your wrists. “Not so shy anymore, then?” you giggled, feigning a feeble attempt to escape from his grasp.
“Thanks to you, it seems my drought is over-” he purred, spreading your legs with a nudge of his knees.
“And darling?” he smouldered, damp curls clinging to his cheekbones as his eyes darkened. “Daddy’s very thirsty.”
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Det er for godt – it’s too good. Det føles for godt – it feels too good im nær – I’m close
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superficialdomina · 1 year
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Vulnerable (Into Submission, part 1)
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A/N: You all inspired me, so I wrote a thing. I'm brand new and I don't know what I'm doing.
Summary: You've tricked the God of Mischief into a compromising position, and he's a bit upset about it. But he's also lustful and curious, so he's going to go along with it for a bit.
Warnings: 18+. Minors DNI. Smut, angst. Domme reader. Sub!Loki. Sad Loki. No physical pain but Loki confronts some things. Did I miss anything? (Am I doing this right?)
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You study the God sitting before you. He is seated on a high-backed stool, his long legs stretched out before him and crossed casually at the ankle. He is naked except for tight, black satin boxer shorts, his sculpted torso and thick, strong thighs exposed, his arms secured behind his back from elbow to wrist. 
He glares back at you, eyes smouldering in barely concealed rage. 
“What is the meaning of this, Agent?” He hisses. “I was under the impression that you brought me here to seduce me - not capture me.”
You laugh softly and enjoy the subsequent flicker of annoyance in his face. “Forgive me for the slight misdirection, sweet. I wanted to play with you a little, and I didn’t think you’d let me restrain you willingly.”
Almost imperceptibly, his body begins to relax at your words, but he continues to watch you intently, warily. You drink in the sight of him, the vulnerability of his position filling you with lust. 
You watch him force the sultry smirk back across his features. “I see,” he says coldly. “I don’t think I’m in the mood for games.”
You ignore his barb and step closer to him, the ring of your boots on the hard marble floor echoing around the otherwise empty chamber. You run the tips of your fingers across his collarbone and he exhales hard at your touch, his anger and humiliation at your trick beginning to evaporate. 
"Are you going to hurt me, Agent?" He quips, still smirking.
Your body purrs in response. "Do you want me to hurt you, Prince?"
"I…" He hesitates, momentarily surprised.
You move until you are directly behind him, placing your hands on his shoulders and leaning into his ear. For a moment you pause, instilled with power at the feel of the leather corset wrapped around your own body underneath your sweet little button-up dress. “Come on, Loki,” you laugh quietly, “play along - it will be fun,” you lie. Well, fun for me.
The sides of his mouth turn up in a small smirk. “I’m not sure I believe you, Agent," he says sceptically, turning his head to try to look you in the eye and raising an eyebrow. “But I am… intrigued. Show me what happens next in your little game.”
Except that this is no game, you think smugly. Give me just a little, and I will take EVERYTHING from you.
You begin to give in to the arousal in your body, letting lust guide you as you slowly move around his seated figure. Your fingers trace his perfect, pale skin, taut over his lean body, and gently draw back the loose, dark curls that have fallen over his face. Godsss, he is so vulnerable. You relish the power of the moment, willing yourself to be patient as heat rises in your core. Let it begin.
Standing before him, you begin to unbutton the cleavage of your little black dress, slowly revealing the hidden secret below. Strips of supple, black leather bound with brass O-rings form a harness that holds your ample breasts, crossing your waist in a garter belt and ending in a pair of thigh harnesses somewhere above your knees. Loki stares at you, open mouthed, a sharp intake of breath followed by a deep groan at the sight of you. You let the dress fall dramatically and step towards him.
His arms jolt as you approach him, forgetting the restraints binding his wrists as he tries to reach you. Anger flashes across his face again briefly, before his sexy smirk returns. 
“Are you having fun, darling?” You purr. He doesn’t respond, but he shifts his position on the stool - back straighter, legs bent at the knee, hips wide. You lean into him, pressing your hands into his muscular legs and letting your own thighs grind against his crotch, making him moan softly. Your leather-clad breasts are at his eye level, and he leans forward into you, inhaling deeply. You lean back just out of his reach; he makes the smallest whimper, and his eyes flutter closed for the briefest moment.
You lean into his neck and let your tongue brush his earlobe, making him gasp softly. “In that case, my sweet,” you murmur, “I ask a little something from you. A length of silk, please, as wide as your hand.”
His eyes narrow slightly, his mouth twitching, the intrigue and lust you have sparked overcoming his mistrust. Wordlessly, he conjures a long strip of soft, black cloth in the air above himself. It falls gently into his lap.
Willing participation, you think with satisfaction. Excellent.
You pick up the soft silk, sliding your hand along the swelling member between his legs as you do so. The sight of his godly cock pressing against his tight, black boxers makes your cunt pulse delightfully, and you take a steadying breath. He twitches at your touch as you deftly wrap the blindfold across his eyes and secure it behind his head, his agitation returning at this renewed feeling of vulnerability. 
“Agent-”, he growls warningly.
“Just a game,” you murmur again, moving your fingers to his perfect jawline. You find his pulse point and are thrilled to feel his heart racing. “If it is too much for you, Prince, you can tell me and we’ll stop.”
“You could not overpower me, even in this… Position,” he snaps back. “Believe me, Agent, when I want you to stop, I will stop you.”
I’m sure you think you will, you smile silently. But I believe you will be begging me to let you stay before the sun rises.
With his hands and eyes secure, you embrace the lustful feelings of control that fill you. Despite his protestations moments ago, he sits perfectly still as you feel your way across his perfect body, clearly enjoying your attention. “So beautiful,” you murmur, and he groans again as you surprise him with your tongue, leaving wet, open-mouthed kisses along his neck. Your cunt aches with need, arousal blooming at both the feel of his exquisite body, and at the sheer helplessness of his situation.
“I could, you know. Hurt you,” you say softly. “One does not need great strength to inflict great pain.” You viciously bite the soft skin, leaving small marks, and quiver with delight when he jumps in reaction. 
He half gasps, half groans a response, as you continue your wet onslaught up his neck. “What…ngaa, Gods, what do you want?”. You can hear him losing control, his composure slipping, his pride gone, and feel the slick, slippery mess pooling between your legs in response.
“You know what I want, King,” you spit back at him, the switch from gentle seductress to fierce domme taking both of you by surprise. Gods, he will be mine. “I want you to submit to me. To give yourself to me. I want you to kneel before me, your lithe, taut body shaking with need and lust and capitulation.”
“Ah - so you do want to hurt me,” he sneers, trying and failing to regain his haughty composure.
“No,” you correct him sternly. “At least, not pain as you know it.” Your hands and mouth continue to dance across his body, discovering his most sensitive places as he twitches, gasps and groans in response. You gaze longingly at his thick, hard cock, straining against its containment, eager to run your hands over it. But it mustn’t be rushed. 
“I have no interest in beating you into submission, pet,” you sing, your voice swelling again with your own lust and power. “I want you to hold all that strength - that power, that magnificence, that glory - I want you to feel like a King, and a God, and still not be able to stop yourself falling to your knees before me.”
You pause. “And I know you want it, too.”
He swallows. “How-”
“Because,” you interrupt him, “you are still here.” His breathing begins to grow tight and ragged in confusion and need. “You’re right, Prince,” you continue in a whisper, your voice as soft and supple as silk. “I cannot overpower you; I do not seek to conquer you with fear and pain. But as you so elegantly put it - if you did not want this, you would have stopped me.” 
At the last words, you finally place your hands on his desperate, needy cock. You run your fingers over the soft fabric, then peel back the waistband and free its mighty weight from its prison. “Ngaah,” - the moan slips softly from your lips, the sight and feel of the perfect, pink, velvety organ too much for your contained exterior. Your cunt pulses achingly, liquid desire almost flowing from you, soaking your panties and forming a slick between your thighs. Deftly, you lift a foot and use it to slide his underwear from his lap and to the floor. Naked. Exposed. Vulnerable. Perfect.
His needy whines continue to escalate as you wrap your fingers around his beautiful length. Finally, he gasps out a single word: “W..Why?”
You smile, thrilled at his acceptance. “Ah, darling, that I cannot know for sure. But I can make a guess.” Your fingers make a tunnel and you stroke his lovely cock, your free hand gently tugging at his scrotum. 
“Outside these walls, you are the God of Mischief; poised, powerful, charming.” You keep a slow, measured pace as you continue to pump and squeeze his cock, the rings of your body harness jingling. “But it is a heavy mask, is it not, pet?” Another needy, whiny, groan. 
“An elaborate illusion - just like the rest of you.” You lower your face slightly and run the flat of your tongue over the head of his cock. Smooth like satin, sweet like cream. 
“The all powerful Loki, the ultimate dichotomy,” you continue, letting a scornful tone take over your voice. “So certain of your own superiority, yet so plagued with doubt and self-loathing.
“So which is it, God? Are you the supreme being, ruler of worlds, wooer of hearts? Or are you no more than a cruel, selfish boy, pulling wings off flies just to watch them crawl?”
He groans again, and this time you hear the genuine pain in his voice as your words wash over him. “I… I don’t…”
“I see you, Loki.  I know the depths of unhappiness you feel. Hurt by everyone who was meant to love you. Desperate to be accepted as yourself. Always seeking more - power, greatness, glory - and yet never enough for the people who should have cherished you.” 
His breathing is coming in ragged sobs now - whether from ardent desire or from the truth of your words, you can’t tell. 
“But here,” you whisper, pressing your body into his, your lips to his ear. “Here, on your knees before me - you can put down your heavy crown.” Finally, you press your open mouth against his, your tongues dancing slowly. The soft blindfold over his eyes feels divine as it brushes your face. 
“Aaaah-ngaaAAh,” he moans loudly into your mouth. You feel his balls tighten as his large, hard body shakes in front of you.
“Let go, my sweet, scared rabbit. Put down your mask. Your ego. Step out of the swirling chaos of illusion and control, that howling wind of indecision and doubt.” Now. “Give yourself to me,” now, “- your heart, your mind, your body -” NOW, “and feel the joyful emptiness of submission.”
With the last word, his body convulses, thick white ropes of cum erupting from him and splattering over his chest and chin. He is openly sobbing now, his whole body wracked with emotion in the afterglow of orgasm. You gently let him go, and he slides from the chair to his knees before you, his forehead resting on the floor with his arms still awkwardly restrained behind him.
Quickly you move to remove the blindfold and to release the ropes around his arms. “Shhhhh, my pet,” you soothe, resting on your heels and raising his head to your lap. You stroke his beautiful raven locks, holding him as his sobs subside. “Sshhhh, my love. The worst is over, my sweet, perfect boy. You did so wonderfully. So beautifully.” 
He lifts his face to look at you, wide eyed and childlike in his reverence of you. His pupils are the deep colour of onyx in the soft light. When he speaks, his voice is soft, but steady.
“My… My Goddess,” he exhales. “My Deity. Please… Please, I… Please…” He trails off, not certain exactly what he is begging for.
You smile at him, full of pride and love. “You are safe here, beloved,” you reassure him. “You belong to me - your heart, your mind, your body - completely, wholly, always. You belong to me.”
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Continued in Part 2: Pain
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chocolatechipkiki · 9 months
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Do You Wish to be in Control?
Soft!Loki x Fem!Reader
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Warnings: Smut; Fluff; Established Relationship; Reader is not quite a little, but an established dominance from Loki has been accepted, and being questioned; male receiving head; PinV sex; slight cockwarming; choking; soft degradation. (Let me know if I miss any!)
Summary: After a long day of exploring the place in which Loki calls home, Asgard, the sun begins to set and you two find your way inside his personal chambers, seeking warmth from the cold night. Things go from an adorable moment to something a little more... sinful.
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The sun begins to set over the vast ocean, leaving the edges of the sky a beautiful shade of purple. Before you two know it, the stars begin to appear, and Loki wraps his arm around you, smiling at the sight. 
"You know, all these stars are connected to the gods, do you not?" he asks, glancing down into your eyes. You continue to stare at the stars, and smile at the shapes your mind finds hidden in them. "That is our family up there. The gods look out for us all, and they are connected to everything that surrounds us. It is both beautiful and quite scary to think about, but," he pauses, his eyes twinkling in the starlight. "The gods are never too far away," he finishes.
You reach your hand up to meet his on your shoulder and intertwine your fingers, giving his a squeeze. It was always beautiful to you to hear Loki open up about Asgardian culture, as you had missed out on so much of it being raised on Midgard. A saddened look crosses your face as you wonder how different things would have been had you been raised here, like you were supposed to be. But alas, the world had different plans for you.
You shiver at the nighttime cold tickling your skin, and Loki chuckles softly. "Shall we head back to the palace, my love?" he asks, turning to face you and placing a hand on your reddened cheek. You nod and give him a smile. He knew you hated the cold, which was something that took the two of you a lot of time to get used to, with him being a frost giant and all.
He gives your nose a quick peck before taking your hand in his and leading you back to the palace. The walk is full of more stories of his ancestors and what they accomplished. He continues to open up about the great deal of expectation that resides over the royal family, and how if he ever had a child, he wouldn't ever expect more than the basics from them. You only nod knowingly, as Loki has a great deal of trauma that resides in his cold heart. 
His cold heart that you were beginning to thaw with your warmth.
Once inside and within the walls of his personal chambers, Loki starts a fire in the grand fireplace that accented his olive green wall. He then drags two of his comfiest chairs over, side by side, so the two of you can warm up. He beckons you over, your name like honey on his lips. The sound leaves you aching for him to speak your name once more as you take your coat off and sit in the chair beside him. 
The two of you sit in silence for a while, merely enjoying the warmth and each other's presence. Once Loki feels your are adequately warmed, he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a velvet box. He gives a sheepish look, as if already regretting his decision. He falters for a second before finally handing you the box.
"I bought you something while we were out today, one of the times you were distracted with the wonders of the city." You smile at him and shake your head.
"Loki, honey, you know you don't have to give me anything," you say, opening the box and giving a small gasp. It's a necklace, made of gold and donning the tree of life. Green emeralds intricately speckle the branches, acting as leaves. The tree resides in a circle of gold, and there are small words engraved in it. May the sun shine on you every day. It's absolutely astonishing.
Loki chuckles and stands to help place it around your neck. He lifts your hair out of the way gently, and fastens the clasp. "I know I don't have to give you gifts and treasures, but you deserve them." He lowers his voice to a whisper as his face nears the back of your neck. "You deserve the world," he whispers, planting gentle kisses to your skin. A shiver runs down your spine at his touch, igniting your core with need.
Loki makes his way back to his chair and you sit in your frustration for a moment. You want him, and now. He knew how kissing your neck made you feel, and he now sat with an extremely satisfied look on his face at the small (but rather mighty) reaction he garnered from you.
With a swift surge in confidence to wipe that smug look off of his face, you climb into his lap, straddling his waist. He tries to act the part of a noble and powerful god, yet he always fails when it comes to you. His eyes meet your smiling gaze and he reaches up to stroke your hair. "I am always yours," he whispers, leaning in to plant more kisses upon your neck.
You giggle quietly and your hands find his hair. "I know you are," you whisper back, before tugging his hair gently to reveal his neck. You lean down to get back at him by nibbling on his exposed skin. 
Loki gasps at your teeth on his sweet spot, but he quickly pulls you close again, the surprise making him all the more affectionate. "My dearest love," he whispers. "You certainly never cease to surprise me."
His length twitches beneath you, and you eye the god with a knowing smile. "Are you having a problem down there?" you tease.
Loki looks away for a moment as he tries to hide his slight embarrassment. "Well, you did catch me off guard," he says, attempting to adjust under the guise that you were uncomfortable. "I certainly did not expect that."
You grind down on his lap playfully and continue to grin at him. "Do you require a bit of... release?" you say, lust seeping into your voice. The raven haired man's cheeks grow warm and he bites his lip, attempting to not stare at your luscious bosoms inches from his face. His voice trembles as he speaks, trying to keep his desire for you under control. Something about your confidence towards the man that struck fear into the minds of strangers always managed to affect him.
"Yes, my love," he whispers, his eyes closing at the friction you were inflicting upon him. His hands find your waist as you plant more kisses upon his neck and collarbone.
"How badly do you want me, Loki?" you whisper against his ear. He shudders at the tickle of your breath, and grinds up into you in response, gripping you a little tighter.
"Oh, words could simply not describe my hunger for your love," he says, groaning into your neck. You hands find their way to the buttons on his shirt, and you begin to undress him. He draws in a slow breath watching you, his impatience growing. You take your time and smile at his impatience. He speaks again, but his voice is low and graveled. "Your every touch feels like lightning, my love." He leans his head back again, his body aching to have you screaming his name. 
The fire continues to crackle beside the two of you as you finally slide the shirt from his shoulders and plant more kisses to his now bare chest. Loki bites his lip before speaking again. "You are making me... dizzy, little one," he whispers through his teeth. He chances a look down into your eyes, and his head only spins more with desire.
You smile to yourself, proud that you can bring such a powerful god to nothing more than a muttering mess before you. Your hands find his belt buckle, and you undo his pants with ease. Loki tries to focus on your eyes, but he fails as his mind is foggy with lust. His heart pounds against his chest as you unsheathe his length. It twitches, the head red and swollen with need. You only look up at him with a mischievous glint to your eyes. 
"How badly do you want me?"
Loki nearly melts at the sight of you before his angry cock, innocent eyes looking up at him with nothing more than a want to be desired. He throws his head back again, trying to catch his breath and slow his mind. It was rare for the god to be at a loss for words, but his love for you is more than enough to render him speechless.
When he makes eye contact again, there is something much more sinister behind his irises. "Oh, words can not do justice to how badly I need you, princess. I simply, deeply, desire you." He raises his hand to caress your cheek as you plant a soft kiss upon the tip of his length. He sucks in a breath through his teeth and closes his eyes as you whisper against his tip.
"How badly?"
"You're tormenting me," he responds, twitching once more.
"Say it."
Loki inhales a sharp breath. Your smile turns devious at his physical reactions to your teasing. "I... I cannot think straight in these moments. Your sight, your smell, your desire - they all cloud my mind and my whole body aches for your touch," he says, now gripping the side of his chair. You can tell that if you don't give him what he wants soon, he will take it, and aggressively. You ponder that thought for a moment before responding.
"Beg for me," you whisper, still looking up at him with innocent eyes. The sound that escapes Loki is unhuman, and his hips twitch forward at your request. The hand that gripped the chair is now reaching for your hair, and he wraps up a fistful of it between his fingers in a desperate attempt to calm down. 
"You wish for me, the God of Mischief, to beg at your feet?" he asks, half teasing at your words, and half warning at your actions.
You shrug. "I mean, if you're too proud to beg..." you say, making like you'll move away if he doesn't. He gently yanks your hair in desperation, now looking at you with a mix of shock and desire in his eyes.
"My love, I would do anything for you in this moment... You... Your every touch, your every breath... I yearn for you. All of you," he whispers. "You need only ask and it shall be done. You shall have anything you desire."
You grin once more. "Then beg."
Loki is more than flustered by your request, and his voice trembles as he speaks. "My love, please," he whimpers. "I need you, and I need you now. Give yourself to me, and I promise you won't regret it."
Your heart swells at his response, and you take Loki's length in your hand, guiding it into your mouth slowly. Loki growls with pleasure above you, now gripping your hair with both hands. Your tongue slowly wriggles around his cock as your eyes flutter shut. He guides your head up and down, steadily and gently, his groans forming deep within his chest.
"By the norns," he whispers. No matter how many times you sought to pleasure him this way, he would never tire of the feeling. "You always... manage.. to take my breath away..." he stutters, struggling to keep his breathing in check. You moan onto his cock in agreement and the vibrations rip a new sound from Loki's mouth as his pace begins to quicken.
He becomes so enthralled by your technique that he begins to quiver - an ode to his release coming on quickly. His breath picks up, and you hear his whisper to the ceiling, "Stars, you are incredible."
His length begins to twitch inside your mouth, and instead of giving him what he wants, you release him with a little pop, sitting up.
Loki's expression tells you that he's not too happy about that, until it is replaced with surprise once you strip your bottom half and climb atop his lap once more. You line up the tip of his length with your dripping core. "Do you wish to take me as your own, Loki?" you whisper, rubbing his tip on your swollen clit. 
His eyes widen as your words register with him. Without another word, he grabs your hips and slams his entire length into you, unable to wait any longer. You gasp at the sudden change of dominance and his shear size, whilst he throws his head back in pure pleasure. You hold yourself steady as the god catches his breath. Once you grow used to his length, you raise yourself high enough that his tip rests just inside your sex. 
"My my," you say. "You are quite impatient, aren't you?" Loki scoffs, gripping your hips and contemplating doing it again. Before he can, you slide back down his length slowly, and repeat this process, creating a slow rhythm that causes your face to contort in pleasure. 
Loki's mind swims with thoughts, unable to form words to explain how he felt in this moment of... ecstasy. His mind was racing, and all logic dissipated, leaving him with an overwhelming and almost primal desire to make you scream his name. He adjusts his seated position slightly, wanting to go deeper, deeper, until you took all of what he had to offer. You moan in time with him and another thought crosses your mind.
You place your hand upon his throat, looking into his widening blue eyes. "Do you wish to be in control, Loki? Or are you enjoying my fight for dominance...?"
"I wish to be... in control... yet this... this moment..." his pace begins to quicken and he closes his eyes, focusing on all his nerve endings being stimulated. "I love it. I love how you push me beyond my limits." His voice is filled with pure desire, and he opens his eyes once more to look into yours. "You shall have your way with me."
You grin, his words sparking a new sense of dominance through your blood. Your hand begins to restrict his airway slowly and gently, watching his eyes roll to the back of his head in pleasure. Your struggle to keep your own eyes open as you watch the sight, the pleasure from the friction building in your core. "You wish to be controlled, my love?" you ask, your grinding becoming more desperate.
Loki's hands begin to roam your body in distress, searching for something to grip, something to bring him back to reality, and he begins to caress your breasts. "Y-Yes, sweetling," he stutters, his mind faltering on the pure ecstasy of it all.
You find the pleasure almost overwhelming as you remove your hands from Loki's throat to his shoulders, pressing your mouth to his in a passionate kiss, all the while continuing to rock your hips back and forth. Your teeth find Loki's bottom lip and bite down harshly, wanting to hear Loki whimper for you. He then groans at the gesture, pulling away for a gasp of air and gripping your thighs. His head falls back as the sharp pain brings more pleasure to his body. 
You take advantage of this moment, moving to his neck and biting down hard, enough to draw blood. He gasps once more at the inflicted pain, panting heavily as his back arches his body further into yours. Your thrusts become more and more aggressive, hoping to bring Loki to his climax at the same time as yours. You straighten your back, grabbing Loki's hands and placing them upon your breasts as you bounce up and down on his cock. "D-Do you like the way this feels, baby? Do you wish to find release inside me?" you ask, staring into his eyes with such deviance, Loki might just cum from the look alone. He manages a nod, too busy grunting and moaning at the lasciviousness of the entire situation to attempt any semblance of words.
Your ecstasy begins to take over, forcing your hands to have a mind of their own. They meet Loki's chest, digging into him with such vigor that you draw blood. This only furthers the man's feeling of euphoria as he reaches his climax in time with you.
Your thrusts become sloppy as Loki grips your hips once more, pounding up into you with haste as he brings you to your climax. Your cunt contracts and throbs on Loki's cock, bringing him to climax shortly after and filling you up with his seed. The two of you ride out your high together, panting each other's names and whispering sweet words of encouragement. The two of you lull for a long while, trying to catch your breath and regain some level of consciousness.
Loki looks up at you with such love and satisfaction that your aftershock almost becomes another climax. He smiles, still somewhat panting from the experience. "That... is certainly how we have to do that more often," he muses, praising you for your good work. Your cheeks flush with embarrassment at the situation, now that the feeling of dominance has passed. He chuckles at how quick your attitude changes, and cups your cheeks in his hands.
"Leave it to the love of my life to pull out a side of me I'd never experienced before," he says, chuckling as he replays the events in his mind. He kisses you gently, for he knows if he did so more aggressively, you would be more than happy to go for round two. Your eyes seem almost glossed over as you begin to fall back into your submission for the aftermath.
Loki rubs circles into your back as you begin to lull from the pleasure. He lifts you up, his length never leaving you, and carries you to the bath. He would be more than happy to take care of his baby after a session like that.
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lokischickadee · 5 months
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HE IS ADORABLE!!!!!!😫😫
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zylice · 5 months
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@lokischambermaid 😉 🍑 😂
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loopsisloops · 2 years
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Here you go tumblr I think you’ll enjoy this ;)
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by aspidaspen on tik tok + their linktree here!
Ever since I saw the original I was hoping they did a Loki version!!!
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mushr00ml0rd · 5 months
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~Pillow prince~ pt 1/4
[Sub!Loki x Reader]
Other parts:
Pt 2
Pt 3
Pt 4
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The faint muffled moans of Loki echoed through the golden halls of Asgard, getting somewhat louder with each step you took towards Loki’s room. Loki sat on his bed, a pillow in between his bare thighs as he slowly thrust into the pillow he straddled. “Oh fuck~” his eyes fluttered shut as images of you smirking down at him as you rode his dick flashed through his mind. Soft whimpers escaped his lips as his thrusts into the pillow quickened at the thought of you and what you’d do to him, correction; what you’ve done to him in his dreams. So many of his silk sheets covered in white stains because of you. The heat held inside his throbbing length waited impatiently to be set free. “Ahh~” he bit his lip as he almost let his load out into the silky green pillowcase.
“Loki?” You gently knocked on his closed door as he slapped a hand over his mouth to silence himself. You slightly tilted your head as you looked at the door and knocked once again, he would usually answer the door after the first knock and you were impatient. Loki didn’t have to move much to let out a soft moan that turned to a whimper as his eyes widened, his eyes meeting yours as you opened the door. His face reddened as the adrenaline died down a little and the realization hit. You were in his room while he was straddling a pillow he imagined to be you. “H-hi..” his voice was soft and lustful as his eyes looked away from yours and he slowly started to get up from his place on the pillow. “And what do you think you’re doing?~” a smirk sat on your lips as your eyes scanned down his body and was met with his length. “N-nothing, I was j-just uh..” Loki couldn’t ignore the warmth in between his thighs and let out a whimper at the thought of being inside of you and at your mercy. “Aw how cute” you slowly walked towards him “need some help with that?~” you lifted his chin up and gazed mischievously into his eyes. He nodded and guided your free hand down to his dick “p-please~ I’ll do anything for it~” you look down at his hand holding yours “I-I’ll do anything~” his eyes looked at you, filled with nothing but lust. Loki had dreamt of situations like this but gods the real thing will be so much better than his fantasies. The sounds of his soft whimpers filled the room as you slowly ran a hand up his chest. “I could leave you like this if I really wanted to~” you smirked and brought your face closer to his, Loki’s lips almost touching yours. “I-I beg of you~” he squirmed as a red tint covered his cheeks, he let out a soft moan as your fingers tangled in his hair. “The god of mischief at my mercy~” you pulled his head to the side and kissed his neck. “Oh please just fuck me!~ I can’t take this teasing~” he whined and tried to grind against your thigh that rested in between his legs. “You won’t stop me~” You continued to kiss his neck and slowly moved a hand down to his warm length. He gasped and bit his lip as his face turned red “Mm~ you’re good with your hands but I was thinking something else~” he glanced down at your crotch and looked back at you with pleading eyes. You sighed and let his hands slide up under your black miniskirt, he took off your panties and looked up at you as if he was asking for permission. “C-can I?~” he whimpered, “shhh~ you’ll get it when you get it and not a second before~” you kissed him deeply and positioned yourself over him as he softly moaned into your lips. You gently put a hand on his length and slowly lowered yourself down onto him with a moan. The warm wetness of your opening made it easy for his dick to slide into you. “O-Oh s-shit~” he laid his head back and closed his eyes, his hands made their way to hold onto your waist as you slowly rolled your hips. He whimpered and whined as you took his length, the walls of your pussy held his cock perfectly. “Mm~” you moaned softly as you rode him, Loki bit his lip as he gripped onto your waist. “T-thank you~ Ah~” you sped up and slowly moved yourself up and down his length, his warmth slowly built up inside of you. Thor slowly sat up in his bed, woken up by the muffled sounds coming from Loki’s room. “What in Asgard is going on-“ he says, Sif slowly opens an eye at Thor as he lifts the silky golden blanket off of him. “mm- what’s going on?” Sif looks at Thor with a sleepy look in her eyes. “Loki is being awfully loud and I wonder if he’s alright” he sleepily gets out of bed, “don’t be gone too long” Sif nuzzles her pillow and goes back to sleep while Thor heads to Loki’s room.
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Dear lord help me 🥵
Just imagine walking between these 2 as you gently touch them as they wait so still and patient.
Like they’re both so powerful and dominant so for them to be so submissive and want nothing then to do what you ask and be so good
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sarahscribbles · 4 months
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𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐍𝐨𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬
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𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐨𝐟𝐟
𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐒𝐮𝐛!𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭
𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟖𝟑𝟖
𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
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Calling the sight before you a work of art would be to do it a disservice. Truthfully, there aren’t any words to properly capture the beauty of what you’re seeing. 
Your god, your lover, is laid out before you in a tangle of cream sheets and long limbs. His back is pressed against your chest and your chin rests lightly on his shoulder, granting you an unobstructed view of the masterpiece reclined back between your legs. Loki’s nude form is something you’ll never cease to admire, even when both of you have been touched by the hands of time. 
It’s impossible not be captivated by him. Your eyes drink in the sight of firm muscles ripping beneath the skin of his stomach and those firm thighs that are spread wide at your command. No artist living or dead could capture the beauty of the man in your arms. 
They couldn’t even come close. 
“Good boy,” you purr in his ear while still half lost to your thoughts of him. “That was a hard one.” 
Loki shakes his head only slightly, the small movement sending raven curls dancing across your naked breasts. You feel the warm puff of air from his nose hit your hand and you kiss his temple with a smile. 
“I know,” you coo. “I’m being very cruel tonight, aren’t I?” 
The god in your arms doesn’t say a word; not that he can, anyway, with how your hand is clamped over his mouth while you stroke his cock.
You let him come down off the edge, pausing just long enough to make him believe that you’ve finally decided to grant him mercy, but then you slowly begin to build him up again. His cock is hard and throbbing in your hand, and beads of arousal are already beginning to dribble from the swollen head. 
“You’re doing so well, darling boy,” you murmur your praise into his mess of curls, watching how his chest seems to puff up with pride. 
With precise deliberateness, you circle your thumb around the head of his cock. Once, twice, until Loki moans deep in his throat - a needy, desperate noise that only makes you burn for him. Twenty minutes have passed since you began to edge him, but despite how badly you want him to fuck you into the mattress, you can’t stop teasing him. 
Because there’s no sound sweeter than the little moans and whimpers he’s been making. 
“I could listen to your little noises all night,” you tease him. “Maybe that’s what you want? Would you like me to edge you all night, my darling?” 
A high pitched whine floats from his lips when you begin to stroke him faster and you feel him press his head back against your chest. By his sides, the cream bedsheets are balled in his fists - you can see the skin over his knuckles turning white and, as you glance down further, those firm thighs are beginning to quiver.
“Mmmph! Mmmph!” The noise escapes him frantically at the same time he starts to buck his hips. You feel his body tense and feel the rapidness of his breathing against your hand. 
He’s so close. 
“What is it? Are you saying please? Please what? Please keep edging you, or please let you cum?” you taunt him. You’re going to let him cum, of course, but he doesn’t know that. 
Loki whimpers, actually whimpers, and nods wildly against your chest, sending one stray curl dancing over his furrowed brow. 
You press another lingering soft kiss to his temple, to which his eyes flutter closed. “Let you cum?” You pause and pretend to think, smiling as Loki continues to whine and buck beneath you. “You’ve been so good for me tonight, my darling, I’m so very proud of you. Be my good boy and cum for me.” 
It only takes seconds.
Loki cries out behind your hand while his hips buck madly into the one stroking his cock. He groans as he spills over his own stomach, and his head rests heavily against your shoulder. His orgasm consumes him, makes his handsome face contort in ecstasy, and you can’t take your eyes off him - your beautiful boy lost to pleasure that you’ve bestowed on him. 
He doesn’t stop groaning behind your hand until he’s well and truly spent and panting in your arms. Only then do you remove your hand from his mouth to wrap both arms around his torso, cradling him close to you as he basks in the afterglow of his release. 
“Was that ok?” you ask quietly, nuzzling your face in his hair. 
He plops an elegant hand over your knee and squeezes it. “More than ok,” he murmurs with a breathy laugh. “I struck gold with you, darling. Truly.”
You feel your face grow hot and your only response is to caress his bare chest. Loki lifts a hand to grasp yours and bring it to his lips. 
“If you’re ready, I would very much like to return the favour.”
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havensins · 9 months
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Okay, so imagine, Loki begging his lover to breed his cunt.
oooh
i think this would happen after you’d had a long and drawn out scene with him honestly. like her bound to the bed by his wrists and you’ve used so many toys on him and he hasn’t been able to cum yet.
actually.. let’s talk about giving him a ruined orgasm for a second. using the wand or maybe even the rose toy on his clit after so long of teasing him. letting him get closer and closer to his orgasm and giving him false hope that you’re actually gonna let him cum. and then, right as those feelings of heat in his belly and pleasure on his clit reach their absolute peak and he’s cumming, you pull the vibrator away. his hips would jerk nearly sporadically as he full on sobbed. he wanted to cum, but not like that. ruining his orgasm would be so entertaining to see, watching as he falls nearly limp to the bed as he whines and sobs because he’s just so ready to cum.
and then after even more teasing and pushing his limits, you finally sink into his aching and needy cunt. youd untie him and he’d be thankful for it. just imagine fucking into him and hitting all the right spots, as his hands reach for anything he could grasp. he’d start to babble and mutter, though you only went harder. “bree-breed me!” hed gasp, choking on his own sounds. “need -mmph! need t’ be filled!” he’d beg, hoping your shoulder tightly and clenching around you with a vice like grip.
you had no choice but to give him what we wanted, pressing into him deeply and letting rope after rope of your fun paint his walls white. he’d gush around you, mouth opened wide as he gasped and whined after the intense feeling.
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yummygender · 7 months
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Tears of a Trickster
Sub!TVA Loki x Afab!Dom!Reader
Warning: 18+ sub/dom elements, trauma, slightly out of character (probably)
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When it came to sex, Loki has always needed it rough, hard, and quick. It did help that you always had the energy that seemed to even out Loki’s chaotic nature, so whenever he had the urges or needs most adults would, you happily obliged and took care of him…but today felt different. After your usual rough session, Loki seemed more…sensitive and emotional. As you began to clean up and remove the strap, he clung to your arm.
“Loki, what’s wrong?”
“…Mommy…”
You smiled softly as you laid down next to him, setting the strap down at the end of the bed.
“Yes baby, Mommy’s here. I’m not going anywhere.”
He wrapped his arms around you as he buried his face in your chest, soft gasps of relief spewing from him as Loki began to cry. It was common knowledge in the TVA that Loki was a traumatized god, but the extent of his trauma was unknown to everyone but you and Loki. Not even Mobius knows just how true his statement of Loki being a ‘scared little boy’ was. Between his treatment at the TVA, his treatment from Odin, and all the bullshit he went through, it amazed you just how Loki was able to simply exist without having a mental breakdown every 20 seconds. It hurt you to see him so upset.
His crying became more and more intense as his entire body began to shake, gripping onto you as he bawled his eyes out. All you could do was hold him in your arms and comfort him…
“Shhh…sh sh sh…I think someone’s experiencing subdrop…”
And he was. Loki’s subdrops we’re horrendous and have only gotten more frequent within the last few days or so. The sight of a god of trickery and mischief sobbing and wailing would normally make anyone uncomfortable or embarrassed, but to you it was normal. You continued to hold him as Loki continued to cry, simply clinging to you like a child as you rubbed his back. It was only until he latched onto your nipple and began to suck, almost as a form of self-soothing.
He was so precious like this. To see his beautiful blue eyes shimmer like stars as his soft pink lips wrapped around your nipple…it both warmed and broke your heart to see such a rare scene. Quite a rare sight, indeed…
“Loki…my sweet little prince…”
He blushed harshly as he began to tear up once more.
“I-I…I feel…”
You gently pulled him away from your chest as you cradled him, his soft sniffles and shaky arms wrapping around your neck as you continued to soothe him.
“I…I feel…small…”
“I know…”
“Super small…”
“Yeah?”
“Mhm…”
He stared up at you with a sense of innocence that he never usually showed. The poor little trickster was so distraught that he stayed quiet. There was a moment of silence before you spoke up.
“Anything else you want to talk about?”
“…”
You two began to sit and snuggle in silence as he stared into your sparkling eyes. It’s quite obvious that Loki was enjoying himself before he began to stare of to space, flashbacks coming to his mind as his thoughts are interrupted by your voice.
"Loki?"
Startled, Loki snaps out of the flashback and looks over at you.
"Loki, is everything okay?"
His face falls as he is once again faced with the reality of his traumas, and he can't bring himself to speak. All he can do is shake his head and look away as you watched. You gently cupped his face as you laid the both of you down on the bed as he grabbed your wrist.
“Loki…”
“Y-yeah?”
“How can I help you feel better?”
“C-cuddle?”
You smiled softly as you gently rubbed his cheek. He’s such a sweet little trickster. Loki clung to you as he took a deep breath, letting his tears fall as he buried his head in your chest. His tears fell harder and harder as he began to slowly snuggled up against your chest. This only made you want to kiss him more and more as he began to coo while you pulled him closer to you.
His cooing was so adorable as you continued to hold him. The cuddling continued as he began to whine and pull away.
“Whaaa!! Owie!!”
You quickly sat up and grabbed the TVA medkit as you examined his body. A few old faded scars and scuffs from battles and childhood. Some innocent and some not so much. The poor god was shivering as he hesitantly let you touch him, gently shivering as he let you hold him and examine his body before noticing a massive bruise on his ankle.
“Honey…what’s this?”
Loki whimpered as he began to tear up.
“I got my foot caught in a trip wire trap while on the field today…”
You noticed his tear-filled eyes as he tried to brush it off as nothing. His pale gentle skin shimmering under the lights as the red and blue bruise on his ankle showed more and more speckles of purple. Such a sight upset you as you began to clean him up and patched up his ankle.
“There we go…don’t worry, I’m here for you.”
Loki panted and whined as his member began to slowly harden as you finished patching him up and kissed his inner thigh. This made you smile as you gently rubbed his belly. He’s such a cutie!
“Y/N…”
“Hmm?”
“Hard…”
“Ah, I see…ok, how about this?”
You gently grabbed his member and jacked him off, earning a small burst of cum and a low groan from Loki while he laid on his back. The poor little god was tired and overwhelmed. You let him go and rubbed his torso as he whimpered.
“Are you ok?”
Loki nodded as he turned to his side and closed his eyes as he dozed off to sleep. Welp, looks like he was done for the night. You smiled softly as you patted his bottom and decided to address his trauma at a later date, not wanting him to hurt himself trying to explain. You smiled softly as you rubbed his back.
“Sleep tight, my little prince.”
And so…the tears of the trickster stopped as a smile grew more pronounced on his face.
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coldnique · 1 year
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Restraint | Loki x F!reader
A/N: This one is for all my beloved hoes. You were too kind and enthusiastic with the snippet. I freaking adore you and really hope you enjoy this little filthy one (;
Special mention to @lokisgoodgirl and @sarahscribbles since I fully blame you two on this - love you, though 🖤
English is not my native language, so please forgive me if you find something weird or misspelled.
Genre: Smut; sub!Loki, lil bondage, language. What is plot even? (tell me if I missed something) | +18 / NSFW
Word Count:  1.8k
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You closed the door of your shared apartment with a sigh, leaning your back against the door and following Loki with your eyes as he kicked off his dirty leather boots. 
Roger’s scold on the next day’s debriefing was going to be anthological, and you couldn’t contain a chuckle remembering the shade of crimson his face turned when you two arrived to the jet. Nonetheless, the mission was completely successful, much to his dismay and your boyfriend’s delight. Truth was that you took a huge risk when Loki decided to burn the plan to improvise his own, but that was one of the things that made you fall for him and you trusted him with your life. 
Also the intense adrenaline high had you feeling ablaze inside.
Straightening, you started to walk towards him, who was now watching with a wicked smile how your hair fell wild over your shoulders as you untied it on your way.
He welcomed you with a hungry kiss, placing one hand around your hip to pull you closer and cradling your face with the other. His lips were urgent on yours, just as anytime you came back from being exposed to some kind of danger. He needed to feel you close.
You pulled back to catch some breath, resting both arms around his neck.
“You are aware of how stupid that move was, aren’t you?”
“I had intensively evaluated the risks, darling.” He purred, eyes darting from yours to your mouth as his hand lowered to hold your chin “I think it was rather…exciting.” His thumb lingered on your lower lip, softly pressing it down.
“And I think you need an instruction on restraint” you countered, allowing his finger to tease your mouth before softly biting it. He winced a bit, withdrawing it and taking it into his own mouth, meeting and mirroring your darkened eyes while he did.
“Are you going to be that instructress?” He hummed in approval “If so, I could maybe use one of those classes now” greedy hands started to roam down your back.
Your deft fingers quickly made their way up to unfasten his leather armor, sliding it down his broad shoulders to toss it to the floor. Having his entire attention on the wet kisses you started peppering around his collarbones, you slowly walked him until his back hit the narrow column in the corner of the room.
He leaned back while you undid his pants with the same eagerness, making that smug smile appear on his face.
“Darling, I do not mean to question your instructional approaches, but I cannot see how this is helping with my self-control issues.” He swallowed hard once his hardening cock sprung free from the fabric. You carelessly tossed them to a side and raised to his level again.
“Oh, we haven’t started yet, baby” you cupped his cheek and stood on your tiptoes to kiss him once more, pulling back as soon as his hand reached the zip of your suit. “I don’t think so” you pushed a firm hand agains his chest and gave him a devilish grin. He gave you a puzzled look, taking a second to assess your intentions.
“Kneel” you commanded, accompanying his movement with your hands, pressing softly down on his shoulders. He licked his lips and obliged, slowly lowering until he was on his knees in front of you, his hot breath seeping through the fabric of your combat suit. He tilted his head up, meeting your gaze through heavy jet lashes, his eyes full of curiosity and a coy grin pulling his lips slightly upwards. Not that it would last, you thought, smiling back at him. 
You walked around, circling him a couple times, carefully planning the next move. 
“Stay still”
“As you wish” he answered, following each step you took towards your dresser, his eyes lingering on the curve of your back as you bent down to retrieve something from the last drawer.
Eyebrows shooting up when he saw you returning to him with a long, silky black rope tangled on your hands.
“Darling, what are y-” you swiftly pressed a finger against his lips, hushing him before he could end his question. 
“Lesson one: patience” you replied, letting your hand fall from his lips to his neck, leaving it there as you placed yourself behind him. 
Resting the rope over your shoulder, both hands reached for his bare arms, grazing them tenderly from his shoulders to his wrists, firmly gripping and pulling them up against the pillar. He tensed at the feeling of the cold material against his skin, which was already growing warmer in anticipation. You pinned them there with a hand, while the other grabbed one side of the rope and pulled it to your mouth, holding it between your teeth to keep it tense. 
You thoroughly entwined and tied his hands to the structure, expert knots securing and covering his thick forearms up to his wrists. Once you were satisfied, you straightened and walked again to stand before him. Leaning over so that your body teasingly touched his face, you harshly tugged to test the resistance of your work, making him hiss against your covered thigh. 
“Lovely” you whispered almost to yourself as you pulled back to contemplate the display. It was utterly delightful to see him so oblivious. So helpless.
You left him there alone as you fetched chair, taking more time than the necessary to also to give his mind a minute to wander around the possibilities. 
Back in the room, you placed it in front of him and you took a seat. In that position, every muscle and vein strained against his exquisite skin, only the sight making you salivate. You could also see the impatience already simmering on his blood.
“Mmh…let’s even this out a bit, shall we?” You tilted your head, noticing how he straightened as he could when your hand lazily found what was denied to him moments prior. You tugged down the zipper, revealing inch by inch of your skin, eyes never leaving his for relishing every slight reaction of his traitorous body; the way he shifted his weight on his heels, that little twitch of his left brow or how his Adam’s apple bobbed heavily. And also the not so subtle ones.
You were now only wearing a flimsy pair of panties, already soaked. He growled.
“You are playing with fire, pet-fuck” he tried to muster up all his authority to speak, but failed miserably. His cock gave a hard twitch, making him swallow a pained moan mid sentence.
“Resignation; that’s the second lesson” you raised one leg to rest your feet on top of his thigh, your hand descending to your wet folds, leisurely tracing circles over the fabric. “Now watch that mouth, my love. I don’t want to gag you and miss those sweet sounds you make.” You cooed.
His jaw was impossibly tense and the pale skin was turning a faint shade of red, all covered in a thin layer a sweat. You increased the pace of your strokes, soft moans  of his name escaping your open lips and making him go absolutely feral. The sound of the steel column as he tugged harder and his frustrated grunts only spurring you further, reaching your release not much later. You came with a loud cry, that burned on his ears, his head falling down to his chest on defeat.
“Fuck, darling, please…” you opened your eyes at his mellow plead, still breathless, and smiled a the sight of him panting and throbbing on the floor.
“My sweet boy, you only had to ask nicely” you slowly stood up, sliding down the ruined underwear and stepping out of it, kicking it on his direction. You lowered your hand to his cheek, and he leaned into the touch, a low growl rumbling from his chest, drinking in your essence, that still lingered on your fingers. His eyes were glassy, desperate when he looked up again to you, His whole body was begging for you, but you wanted to hear it. 
“Tell me what do you want” 
“You! I- I need you…please” you smiled satisfied and took a step back.
He whined at the lack of touch, feeling his face burn in the place you hand had rested just a second before. Then you placed one feet at each side of his legs and lowered slowly on him, straddling his lap. Carefully avoiding his manhood but grinding teasingly against his thighs until you were completely seated. You gently ran your hands over his sides, smoothing his sore dorsal muscles, fingers dancing through the expansion of his wide chest and up to his neck. Every single touch feeling like a match striking on him. 
He closed his eyes as you kept drawing out of him an endless string of desperate sounds and curses, only opening them again when he felt his leaking tip make contact with the source of his hunger, making him cry your name in deep devotion.
He wanted so bad to thrust up into you, but you pinned him down with a menacing gaze, no words needed.
You sank agonizingly slow until he filled you completely and started moving your hips in circles, your swollen clit grinding against his pubic bone with every calculated thrust. The veins in his hands bulging under the tight ropes as he fought his own body’s demands.
“Norns…you feel so- I can’t -” He wasn’t able to form the words, overwhelmed by the sudden amount of sensations. Lips crashed together, drowning his lewd moans and your own together. 
He felt about to explode, and you weren’t far from your second orgasm as his length twitched inside of you, hitting every nerve with pure electricity.
“Vær så snill…” he begged for his release, his words nothing but a whine amongst ragged breaths. You pressed your chest on his, leaning to reach his ear and kissing just below.
“Let go” you whispered, purposefully clenching around him to coax your own climax and making him come inside of you, his head falling heavy against your shoulder with a low moan.
You raised a hand to tug on the end of the rope, finally freeing him. He collapsed on top of you, your arms holding him close as he came back from the intense high, still sheathed deep inside you. His cheek rested on your chest, the steadying beat of your heart soothing him as you combed his messy hair and your other hand drew circles on his tense back. Both of you remained in the peaceful silence for a long while, being him the first to break it.
“I must say it was very…instructive.” he thought aloud, his voice muffled by your skin. You chuckled lightly.
“Do you think you have been properly re-educated?”
“Mmh, certainly. But there’s one thing, darling…” he turned his head, looking up at you, his lips curling impishly upwards “You also partook in such mischievous acts, so I think now it’s your turn to learn something.”
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lokisgoodgirl · 2 years
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Role Play [Sub!Loki Laufeyson x Female Reader] 18+
A link to my Masterlist is HERE Summary: To satisfy your curiosity, Loki brings magical spice into the bedroom by transforming you to the male version of yourself. (w/c 2.7k) Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. M/"M" Smut. Bisexual Loki. Praise kinks. Oral sex. Anal play. Anal sex. Dom! Reader/ Sub! Loki. Body transformation(F reader, M body) Kind of fluffy too - but mainly smut. A/N: I hope this is read in the spirit it was intended; curiosity and for love of Loki 💚
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Loki’s warm lips pressed against the nape of your neck as he unclasped your necklace, trailing the pendant slowly up between your breasts.
“Can you believe it’s been a year, darling?”
You smiled as his fingers toyed at the zip of your dress, slowly pulling it down. He moved his mouth’s attentions to the smooth skin it revealed, working firm kisses between your shoulder-blades as you let out a reluctant sigh. It was now or never.
“Loki…?” you whispered, “I need to ask you something.”
He paused, hands on the curve of your waist held tightly by the rich fabric of your dress. You knew his face would be creased in expectation, his keen gaze narrowed in suspicion as he pulled you towards his firm torso.
“Yes?” he whispered, his hot breath ghosting your ear before sucking one earlobe between his lips.
You moaned, the loaded question hovering reluctantly behind your teeth. 
“Do you ever miss being with men?” you mumbled cautiously, the seconds ticking by as he considered his answer; the pliable skin of your ear rolling across his tongue.
“My love, I’m with men constantly. One can’t get rid of them in this realm, they are quite resilient.” he murmured goadingly as you keened against him.
Your stomach flipped. He was avoiding the question. A classic Loki misdirection. Fuck.
“You know what I mean...” you said firmly, spinning in his embrace to wrap your hands around his neck, “I don’t want you to feel…stifled by our relationship.”
You felt your cheeks burn as the reluctant confession lay heavy on your heart. It needed to be said, but as for his answer? You weren’t sure you wanted to know.
He gazed at you intently, the twinkle of mischief that never left his eyes burning brightly as a smile crept to the corners of his lips.
“If that is what has been concerning you these past weeks, darling...I wouldn’t worry. You can give me everything I desire... should you wish."
You raised an eyebrow towards him as he lowered the straps of your dress, the last defence of your modesty gone as it fell to the floor around your feet. His hands cupped your naked ass, lifting you effortlessly to wind your legs around his waist as your slick pussy grazed against his growing arousal, hidden in the tight material of his suit.
“Would you like to try something new, my beautiful one?” he purred as he carried you across the room, setting you down before the ornate full length mirror in the corner.
You fizzed with anticipation at his words. His eyes darkening as he raced ahead in his mind, pupils blowing wide with lust as he stood behind you. Your head spun at the implications as your own thoughts caught up with his, hoping that your assumptions were correct.
“Loki do you mean…?” you stammered, running your eyes across your curved body in the reflection as he slid his hands up to cup your breasts.
“Yes, darling. What do you say?”
You nodded silently as his fingers toyed with your hardened nipples. “Very well.”
Loki drew you into a sideways kiss as his hands slid down your waist, running his palms across your skin as tingles followed in their wake. This was more than his intoxicating touch, this was magic.
Your head swam with vertigo as your tongue massaged his, an ache deep in your muscles as you felt his hands grip around your hips and pull you back towards him gently with a soft thump.
“Look at yourself, darling” he murmured.
Your gaze fluttered to the mirror and you gasped. It was you but…not you.
Loki’s arms were still wrapped around your hips, his thick forearms draped over the lines of your taunt lower abdomen as he grinned to your side.
You were…taller - your jaw thick; chiselled, handsome – not beautiful. A strong neck ran down to broad shoulders that flexed over the muscles beneath as you took in your flattened chest, defined pectorals resting above your firm stomach. Below Loki’s hands hung a generously sized manhood resting shyly against your elongated thigh.
“Like what you see?” Loki whispered as he lustfully drank in your masculine reflection. You couldn’t blame him. You looked good. Really good.
“What should you call--“you coughed abruptly, the unexpected gravel of your new voice choking you like dust.
Loki smirked behind you, pressing his lips to your hair; “Try that again...”
“…what should you call me?” you repeated, the vibrations feeling unnatural as you watched Loki’s amused reflection lower his hand to encase your soft cock.
“Well on any other night, you’re my good girl…I see no reason why tonight you can’t be my good boy, hmm?”
You shivered as you felt blood rushing to your lower body, emptying like a warm bath as your unfamiliar organ began to rise against Loki’s palm. You smiled.
“Maybe I’ll be your bad boy?” you narrowed your eyes, watching as your lover restrained himself from laughter.
“Let’s not run before we can walk, shall we?” he said, squeezing the hardening flesh in his hand as you groaned beneath him. “Tell me what you want, I want to please my precious mortal in any way he chooses…”
You panted as you thrust involuntarily into Loki’s palm, the thin skin of your member sliding gracefully against his hand as your temporary form reacted to the stimulation. Fuck, it felt good.
Waves of anticipation ran down your thick thighs as you stared intensely at the god behind you in the mirror. He was still dressed in his impeccably fitted white shirt, the top buttons undone. His snug trousers clung to his lower body, creases straining against his muscular hips as he pressed towards you, bracing your buckling knees against your pleasure as his hand slid back and forth.
“…blowjob?” you blurted, your eyes closing as you immediately regretted your uncouth neediness. Loki huffed disapprovingly, cutting through the jolts of pleasure coursing from your groin.
“If we’re going to do this…we’re doing it properly. Say it like a man.” he instructed gently, using his free hand to brush the shoulder length hair from your neck, watching your posture straighten.
You took a deep breath, lowering your chin to smoulder at his reflection as his gaze raised to watch you expectantly. “Suck my cock, Laufeyson.”
Loki’s lips curled in an approving smile as he circled in front of you, running his eyes down your naked form as your hard length twitched with need, “Good boy.”
Long fingers wrapped around the base of your manhood as he walked you backwards, kissing you deeply as you fought upwards against his grip, desperate for the friction to begin again.
Low heavy growls hazed from your throat as you inhaled his scent, clinging to his skin like his hand clung to your cock; restraining you, prolonging your anticipation.
The back of your legs hit the bed, unfamiliar muscled thighs colliding with the duvet as you relented to his will. He straightened his lithe body which now closely resembled your own as he rubbed large hands down his bulging thighs. His own cock begged to be freed from confinement, raging against the expensive fabric which held it firmly to his hip.
“The first time can be overwhelming, so its best you sit down…” he muttered darkly, the velvet tones of his voice driving you wild with need as he sank slowly to his knees.
“The act itself?” you panted, “…or you being the one performing it?”
“A bit of both.” he murmured coyly, before he swallowed your desperate cock between his lips.
You inhaled sharply, falling backwards to rest on your elbows as the feeling of his tongue enveloping your length washed over you like a tsunami. God, it felt amazing. You could see what all the fuss was about.
A deep groan escaped your throat as he sucked you slowly upwards from the base, his mouth forming a vacuum as hands slid firmly up the sides of your thighs to grip the toned flesh.
“Loki…fucckkkk” you moaned, the gruff strangeness of your voice forgotten as you wound one large hand in the God of Mischief’s hair, tugging his curls between your strong fingers. You stared at him in awe, his perfect chiselled faced in deep concentration, wisps of curl falling around his brow as he pleasured your male form.
His tongue swirled around the tip as you growled beneath him, thrusting your squared hips upwards deeper into his waiting throat. Loki’s cheekbones hollowed as he consumed you, your deep cries of pleasure spurring him on as you gripped the bedsheets beneath fists. The sight of his mouth around your cock was more than you could bear; a dark fantasy you never knew you had.
The intense need to take him, to own him…it burned as you watched your manhood disappear to slide over his warm tongue again and again as he knelt between your open thighs.
You began to pant with broken breaths, legs quivering as you felt a coil tighten somewhere down below. It was different…but the same. Loki felt the change, slowing his pace to a gentle suck as you strained your hips towards him – willing him to give you more.
“You’ve done so well for me, it must have been so difficult for you not to cum…” he murmured against your wet skin, slick with his saliva. His gaze never left yours as he placed a lingering kiss on the tip of your girth, lapping gently at a bead of pre-cum that languished there.
Those legendary long legs unfurled as he rose to crawl on top of you; biceps straining at the arms of his tight shirt as his mouth crashed to yours, pressing you back on the bed.
The wave of dark lust rose in you again, the intense energy of pure masculinity as you gripped his forearms and flipped him on his back with ease. Loki’s brow furrowed in confusion before a coy smile flirted at his lips, “well, well…it seems you may be a bad boy after all.”
You growled, rumbling from your throat like thunder as you pinned the god beneath your grip; between your thighs. Loki’s eyes widened as he searched your intense stare, his lap thrusting upwards involuntarily as the determined square of your jaw flexed above him.
Your hands flew to the middle of his chest, ripping the buttons from his shirt as his bare chest was exposed under your unrelenting control. You had never felt more powerful, and you weren’t going to let it go to waste.
Loki moaned beneath your touch, keening up into you as the pressure of his cock against his tight trousers became too much to bear. Your thick fingers wrapped around the metal of his belt, unbuckling it with force as he threw his head back, his dark curls flipping.
“Wait…wait…” he panted, raising a hand to your chest as magic dissolved the fabric clinging to his legs. He leant upwards, cradling your jaw in a rapturous kiss as his bare thighs pressed against your ass; his familiar cock rubbing tantalisingly against your skin.
“Take me.” he groaned needily into your mouth.
Your breath hitched as you had a moment of clarity, the reality of the bizarre scenario searing through your mind as he looked up at you with sincere and utter submission. You had never been more turned on in your life, and with Loki as your boyfriend…that was a bold admission.
A vial of oil manifested in his hand as he pressed it to your palm, raising an eyebrow as his eyes came alive with mischievous intent.
“You know what to do, my love…” he murmured, “just a bit of…role reversal, yes?”
You unplugged the vial, allowing the tepid oil to run over your fingers as he rested back on his elbows.
Cautiously, you reached between his thighs seeking the tight hole which hid between perfectly muscled cheeks; a hiss of approval falling from his lips as your wet fingertips brushed his entrance.
His legs jolted as you slid one finger inside him, pressing against the walls as he groaned desperately beneath you. A second finger joined as you eased the digits repeatedly into his channel, the tightness loosening as his body willingly submitted to your ministrations.
Loki’s eyes fluttered shut. His angular jaw raised to the ceiling as he thrust upwards; his straining cock seeking release. You lowered your head to suck at the tip gently as you listened to grateful praises spilling from his tongue, begging for more.
“Now go easy on me,” he mumbled coyly as he marinated in pleasure beneath your touch, “...it’s been a while.”
You nodded in acknowledgment, unable to form coherent words as a powerful storm of lust brewed in your belly. You had never felt anything like it, a sizzling line of explosives ready to blow at the sight of your typically dominant lover spread beneath you, waiting impatiently for you to take him.
You emptied the rest of the oil into your hand and cast the vial aside, clinking to the floor as your fingers returned to his entrance, slathering him in the viscous substance. The remnants found their way to your hard length, preparing yourself for him. God, he looked so fucking good. You were going to ruin him.
You towered over your lover; muscular torso lowering to his skin as you savoured the low groan from the god’s throat. Your hips pressed firmly against his desperate arousal as he met you in a needy kiss. One of your hands encased his jaw, tangling in his curls; the other lining your cock up at his keening entrance, pausing to rub the tip against the slick flesh.
“Give it to me…” Loki moaned, his tone laced with desperation as you smirked above him. You could get used to this.
The tip of your cock pressed gently against his tight channel, Loki’s breathing quickening as he braced his forehead against yours with one hand grasping around your neck to pull you close.
You edged forwards, your intertwining moans of pleasure signalling that you had breached him as you felt waves of primal electricity coursing through your body; building excruciatingly as you bottomed out.
“Good boy.” you whispered through strained breaths; an amused smile playing on Loki’s lips as he settled around your length.
You began to move inside him, gritting your teeth against the intense pressure of your quickly building orgasm; the exquisite tightness and novelty pulling you towards the edge faster than you could catch your breath.
Loki moaned roughly beneath you, beads of pre-cum leaking from his exposed cock as he pressed wantonly into your hips. He raised his muscled arms above him, pressing them against the headboard as he pushed down onto you, his perfect ass colliding with the flat expanse of your pelvis as he took you all the way.
“Loki…” you warned darkly.
The tenor of your voice matched your concentration, carefully controlling your thrusts as adrenaline begged you to fuck him as hard and as fast as you could. You moved one hand from his raised thigh, sliding it down to grip his cock to a growl of approval from your submissive god.
Slowly, you stroked his length as his ab muscles clenched beneath you, perfectly defined in his torment. The effort of restraint made his body flex around the cock buried deep inside him; you were losing yourself.
You had always wondered what it would be like to fuck as a man…but this? Nothing could have prepared you for this. For fucking Loki. It was everything.
He began to mutter ancient Nordic phrases beneath you, his chin raised to the ceiling as the muscles in his neck stood out from the strain.
“Does my good boy want to cum?” you heard yourself say, a sea of lust thundering in your veins carrying away any hint of embarrassment.
He nodded, heavy pants escaping his lips as he threw his head back in expectation.
“Use your words, love…” you growled, his own phrase that had goaded so many times close to climax tumbling from your tongue.
“Yesss… fuck, yes” he groaned in exasperation, “I want to cum, please let me…”
You tightened your grip around his length, sliding your widened palm fluidly across his skin as the sound of his cries rang in your ears, making you dizzy with need. You thrust into his hot channel, inching him towards the headboard as he tensed beneath you.
You weren’t sure who came first.
You felt yourself tighten and release like a weighted spring, boundless pleasure spurting from your cock with force as your hips buckled and shuddered into the man beneath you. Loki’s luxurious seed coated your hand as he came, his back arched on the bed as he roared your name. Your real name.
You laid your wide palms to rest on either side of his broad shoulders. Words weren't forthcoming as you closed your eyes, focusing on the heavy breaths leaving your body as you slid yourself from his entrance, sticky with your cum. Loki’s strong arms pulled you down to him, running over your broad shoulders lazily as he kissed the top of your head.
You felt the familiar ache of his magic as your body flexed and shifted beneath his touch.
The flat pressure of your chest against his became cushioned, his arms tightening around you as they found the familiar curve of your womanly waist. You raised your gaze to meet his, his eyes soft as he looked at you with pure love; running one finger down your cheek to brush a strand of your hair.
“There she is…” he murmured softly, “…well, what did you think?”
You rested in the crook of his neck as he fondled your breasts; inhaling the musk of his sweat laced with sex as you considered your answer.
“It was...enlightening.” you smiled, meeting his eyes which flickered with a knowing look.
“Remember, I will always want you, love. In any realm, in any form…” he whispered seductively in your ear, “with us, the possibilities are endless.”
The low embers of his sultry tone made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.
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Here, have this random thing I wrote instead of sleeping. Dedicated to @mischief2sarawr to hopefully make up for a shitty birthday.
Warnings: NSFW, 18+
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Loki’s soft groans echoed through the quiet room.
Your hand was wrapped delicately around his cock as you stroked him at an agonizing pace; too fast yet too slow at the same time.
You brushed his tip with your thumb, making him hiss sharply through his teeth. His back arched off the mattress.
“Mercy, darling! Surely I did nothing to warrant this – ohhhh – this torture...”
You grinned to yourself as Loki stared up at you with hooded eyes, silently pleading with you. You sped up your pace a little bit, gripping him tighter.
Loki’s mouth fell open as a guttural moan ripped from his throat. He bucked his hips, thrusting upwards into your hand, desperately chasing his relief that was waiting just around the corner.
“I-I’m – ohhh, yes – I’m close, love. Please let me come, I’ve been so patient… Uhhhh, please! Please let me come!”
You smiled as you continued your pace up and down his cock, not taking your hand away this time. You’d denied him long enough. Just as much as you’d deprived yourself of the beautiful sight of Loki losing himself in ecstasy.
With a final twist of your wrist, you sent him over the edge.
Watching Loki come undone never failed to amaze you. His face grew slack as pleasure overwhelmed his senses. His back arched in a graceful bow, the image burning itself into your brain for you to conjure up during lonely nights when he was away on missions. Loki's moans were like music; your favorite song that you could play on a loop for hours without ever growing tired of it.
You enjoyed his expression of pure bliss for a second before your hand wrapped around him again, setting an almost brutal pace.
Loki's eyes flew open. Pain twisted his peaceful features as a whimper fell from his lips. A wordless plea for mercy.
Your lips stretched into a wicked grin.
"What, you thought I'd be satisfied watching you come once? Oh no… I'll keep going until you've got nothing left."
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Tagging the rest of SAS, I think you might enjoy this 😄
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