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Slower [Loki x f.Reader]

A Link to my Masterlist is HERE Summary: Loki strips it all off. Slowly. (w/c 1.9k) Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Smuttish. Language. Established relationship. A/N: Some lines taken from my drabble New Lingerie

You sat perched on the edge of Loki’s bed, poised as the heavy footsteps grew closer. Each leathered thud ricocheted around the high hallway ceiling.

He was coming. Coming to you. Coming for you.

And he was almost here.

Your back straightened, feeling the cut of the corset tight to your chest. Fingers widened against the cotton sheets, material melting into every ridge. The main apartment door flew open somewhere beyond, slamming shut immediately.

Just a few more steps. Thud. The thunder in your chest was deafening. Your body a pulsing, adrenaline-soaked vessel dripping and trembling with unspent desire.

The doorknob turned. And in a moment of eerie quiet, the door swung open. Slowly. Loki-the-Warrior filled the frame. The silhouette of his huge body against the hallway light, haloed against the inconsequential outside world.

He was a heaving, smouldering, mission-soaked mass.

Narrowed eyes peered up beneath thick brows, the alignment of his nose and lips and chin to his chest making arousal seep deeper into your flimsy gusset.

Loose hair fell in waves around his shoulders, the cape settling in swinging folds by his calves. He had been expecting you, it seemed. You swallowed, watching the twitch of his lip curl into a solitary, mirthless dimple.

"What in the Nine...are you wearing?" he snarled. Embers of the fresh fight pulsed in his glare as he paused. It hit it like a punch.

Loki's forearm propped on the doorframe. A cool draft tickled your skin. You hadn’t realised how warm it was in here.

"Do you like it?" you purred nervously, uncrossing and re-crossing your legs. The silk chiffon of your stockings slid together as Loki’s lips pursed. He tilted his head, throat working.

You could see cogs turning as he ran his eyes over the boned corset clinging to your body, over the lines of your suspender belt strapped tight to supple flesh.

A finger ran lightly down your thigh, slipping one beneath a string. “It’s called lingerie,” you said, inspecting before releasing the suspender with a snap. His eyebrows rose, a low chuckle forming before he shook his head.

"Never before have I seen you so,” he paused with mild disdain, running the icy stare to the tips of your toes back to your face, “hidden... on my return.”

The velvet voice was tinged with suspicion as he flicked a hand by his side, making the leather cape swing as he paced slowly toward you. Each stride, measured. “Although I shall admit, it... stirs something deep within me.”

He came to stop at eye level, his stomach inches from your parted lips.

Loki’s voice was heavy, thick with the day’s trials and the beating drum of his baser needs which demanded attention as they always did. "Was that your plot?” he smouldered, “to stir something within me, little fox?"

The god’s cock was hardening visibly beneath his trousers as he spoke, creases forming as the ancient material relented to the power beneath. It grew upward against his hip, shameless and ready. He was always ready.

"It's crotchless?" you offered meekly, fastening your lips to the bulge in front of you. You sucked the leather, making your god release a guttural growl. The heat from your breath misted, wetness forming. A shallow groan floated down as his knees buckled. Just a bit. "Midgardians..." he murmured incredulously, his fingers smoothing the back of your head, pressing your closer. "Mmm, whatever will you think of next?" His hands moved down the curve of your neck, cupping your shoulders before pushing you back from his crotch.

You looked up into his darkened eyes, every inch his willing whore. Loki let out a sigh as his fingertips trailed lazily over the swell of your cleavage, eyes following every small indentation they made. He grunted, hips squeezing forwards as if fighting himself.

“And what is the male equivalent in this realm for this type of garment?” he purred, sentimentality returning to his voice as his walls lowered. "Surely there must be one." You uncrossed your legs, widening your thighs and pulled his tunic closer. Craning up at this angle you could see the faintly smeared signs of battle coating his throat. Thin trails of clean skin through dried sweat down the hard vein of his neck. “Some say suits,” you husked. “But I say... leather.” Loki’s breath hitched, choking back a laugh. “You cannot possibly feel the way that I do at this present time whenever you see me in this,” he stuttered, gesturing weakly to himself.

He was staring at your tits, his twitching, pulsing cock pressed against your cleavage. Each desperate rock of his hips made the leather rustle lightly.

Your hands began to run up the back of his thighs beneath the cape. The visceral heat of his skin through the leather made you shudder. Mess slid between your spread thighs against flimsy panties, clenching air as your fingers mapped every curve of his muscles until they met the curve of his ass. The hiss from his gritted teeth as you squeezed, pressing his cock tighter to your chest, was unbearable. “I can,” you panted, “and I do.” Loki let out a strained chuckle. “Oh darling, how awful of me to unknowingly torture you so,” he teased wickedly, spreading his feet wider on the floor. The clunk of his heavy boots was ceremonial. You laughed softly. “You know how incredible you look in your armour. In everything, actually. And nothing.” You looked up at him, feeling unexpected heat creep into your cheeks. “You know it. And I know you know it.” “Well, yes. Quite,” he postured with a smirk before his lips hardened. His eyes suddenly glazed. “But to think of you... a quivering wreck of desire at my mere presence wearing such basic uniform is,” he paused, breaths quick; “arousing in the extreme.” “Nothing about you is basic,” you smiled, squeezing his ass before searching kisses worked over the surface of his tunic. He moaned, as rich and luxe as the sheets beneath your thighs. His ass, the flat of his midriff, it was all so fucking hard. All of him. Loki’s cock twitched. Your nails scratched against the material, pulling him closer. The solid impossibility of him being so close would never be enough. “What do you think of? When you see me in-” He gasped as your teeth grazing against the thick of his shaft through the leather, “-public...in, in this” he finished, one thigh beginning to tremble. You rested your chin on his length, pressing hard as you looked up. “I imagine touching myself,” you enunciated slowly, “it’s all I can do not to do it right there,” You out a soft, calculated moan. Loki released the breath he’d been holding in a short puff, possessive desire burning deep in his eyes as he stared into yours. “And, I imagine you stripping it off,” you continued with a wink.

The god pressed his lips together, a quaking sigh rolling in his throat. That can be arranged, he was about to say. “Slowly, though -” you quipped, quickly leaning back on your elbows against the mattress. Loki frowned. “No magic?”

You shook your head playfully, biting your lip. “And then we make love, yes?” he said, suspicion returning as he took a step back. You nodded, fighting to contain a gleeful smile.

Long, eager fingers flew beneath his left shoulder, tearing at the buckle fastenings beneath.

“Uh-uh,” you chided, drawing your soles over the duvet spread. You widened your legs, letting them fall open. “Slowly, please” you repeated, drawing a lazy finger up the length of your thigh. “Give me a show, Loki of Asgard.” The sultriness of your voice surprised even you as a sigh racked your lover’s torso. There was a beat of resignation, before his shoulders adopted a mouth-watering ceremonial snap. Slowly this time, he reached for the buckle attaching the length of leather cape to his shoulder guard. The soft clunk of metal releasing made you clench. Loki watched the fine leather draping fall away from his shoulder, the angle of his jaw flashing in the low light. Beneath a fan of ebony lashes, he lifted his gaze to you before reaching to the other buckle. Your breath hitched as another beautiful clunk pierced the air like a penny on glass. The mechanism released, the fabric sliding seductively down his arm. The ancient Asgardian leather pooled in a semi-circle by his feet. Silk lining shone invitingly in shadow. “Slow enough for you, my love?” he purred. You nodded, not breaking eye contact as he made a show of pulling each settle of leather from his fingers. The knuckleguards peeled from his skin, falling soundlessly by his feet. “Truly,” he started casually while dexterous digits began to unlace unseen binds on the left side of his torso, “Asgardian tanner workmanship is the finest in all the realms.” The whizz of leather on leather buzzed as a lace was pulled beneath one long finger, loosening the tunic. “I do not appreciate it as much as I should, perhaps.” “I agree,” you murmured seductively, fighting the urge to launch yourself from the bed and fasten to his body like wet paper on a wall. He reached behind his head, tugging the leather vest. It slipped over, before he tossed it to the floor. Loki spread his arms, spinning in a teasing circle. His hair was mussed now, gorgeous tendrils fighting against each other for glory within an onyx crown. With unbearable precision, dancing fingers dislodged the armour from his wrists. They dropped to the floor in quick succession. The god lowered his chin, deep eyes penetrating your soul as he slid two fingers beneath the folds of deep green leather. The arms carried the traditional ceremonial markings of his station, of his power. But what lay beneath the chestplate now resting on the floor was more valuable. More poetic. Despite never being on full show, the body of the under-tunic was a work of art. Each stitch crafted by ancient fingertips in faraway lands, embroidered and infused with spells and primordial rites befitting their ultimate adornment. Him. A sliver of alabaster skin appeared, the valley of sculpted chest muscle you ran your tongue over before you rode him almost every night flashing into view. Each golden button fell away beneath that graceful touch. Another, and another, slowly to the bottom hem. Until only one remained.

Loki toyed with it, running his thumb along the curve which hung just above his naval. You groaned, gripping the bedsheets in a fist. “Whatever is the matter, love?” he teased. “You requested slow, so slow...I shall be.” His eyebrows rose expectantly, daring a response. You couldn’t muster one, as the final button popped between his fingers.

With aching precision, Loki shrugged the leather tunic from his shoulders with a sluttish roll. The tight jacket caught on the curve of his biceps, edging down before dropping to the floor with a thick thump. You moaned again, feeling your resolve weaken. Loki was looking to the floor, hair hanging by his cheekbones. It spread to candlelight-glossed shoulders as he lifted his face, the marble perfection of that bone-structure making you tremble on his bed like a virgin. You would never get used to seeing him undressed. But half-dressed? Somehow, that was even more deadly. His abdominals clenched with each breath, the sharp lines of his obliques cutting and receding. Was he holding back, the way that you were? He was enjoying this, that much was certain. Loki’s manhood still stretched up to his hip, fat and desperate for your touch. You licked your lips, biting gently. The god cocked his head. “Taking off one’s shoes is never an attractive endeavour,” he stated sheepishly, widening his legs. The thick v of his hip muscles flexed. Making use of the pause, you scooted to the side; extending your legs and popping a hand leisurely beneath your head. “Well, how else are you gonna get those tight trousers off, Laufeyson?” you teased. Loki squinted, pursing his lips. “No magic?” he grumbled. “No magic,” you confirmed. Without missing a beat, Loki bunched a scarce inch of leather by his outer thigh in a vice. With a thundering rip, he pulled the ancient leather from his body. The trousers split like tissue paper, cast to the side where they skated theatrically across the floor before scraping to a stop. You stared at them, open-mouthed before sliding back to his waiting smirk.

He gave a small nod of self-satisfied acknowledgement.

A smile stretched across your face, reaching your eyes as his did the same. He gave a light shrug as his fingers wrapped around the base of his cock, tugging gently while he stared into your eyes.

“And the boots?” you whispered, voice catching. “Oh no, darling” Loki murmured, his voice thick and heavy with lust. He began to stride the final steps towards you.

“Tonight, the boots stay on.”

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Hey It’s my birthday today. If it’s okay with you can you write some Loki fluff for me I really need it today

Of course and happy birthday dear!🎉

Birthday pancakes

waking up to the sound of peter coming back from school wasn’t what you expected to hear when you opened your eyes.

And only got weirder when you realized that you’ve slept throughout the morning and it was close to the afternoon.

Great you wasted your birthday sleeping, Loki was supposed to wake you up in the morning or you’ll end up like this.

You were in no mood to hear Steve complaining about your sleeping habits again. Although it was pretty quiet after Peter was gone, you wondered if there was a mission while you’re asleep.

Throwing away the warm blankets you took your time walking out of your room and into the kitchen and what a sight to behold was it.

A big cheesy sign that read *happy birthday* was hung on the wall and Loki was covered in flour and pancake patter.

"What’s going on here?" You asked.

Loki sighed then wiped his dirty hands on the dark apron he was wearing "surprise and you’re just in time" you tilted your head to the side watching him move around then bring a plate full of pancakes with a single candle placed on top.

"Isn’t it a big late for pancakes?" You said smiling at the pile placed now on the kitchen table. Loki shook his head and took your hand and then pulled a chair for you to sit with his other one.

"It’s never a wrong time for pancakes, plus….I don’t trust myself with the oven" you giggled.

"Don’t be mean now my love, I’ve put every ounce of love I have for you in there" he huffed.

"Of course you did"

Loki flicked his fingers then the candle light up and the kitchen lights dimmed, he smirked at your pleased expression then placed his hands on your shoulders.

"Make a wish" he whispered leaning down to your ear.

You closed your eyes feeling his cold breath against your cheek, it gets comforting after a while but it still sends shivers down your spine.

There is a few long seconds of silence before you opened your eyes again and blew up the candle.

To your surprise fireworks flew out top of your head and beautiful colors decorated the dim room, but the most beautiful beautiful color from all of them was the brilliant green of his eyes, they stared down at you with nothing but love and tenderness.

"Birthday pancakes" almost said in a whisper you let out.

"Birthday pancakes" he whispered back pressing his forehead to yours "happy birthday"

DADDY HIDDLESTON

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me: i’m in my [character/fandom] era. i think it’s going to be permanent

also me, literally a week later: i’m in my [different character/fandom] era. i think it’s going to be permanent

Loki - Season 2 First Look

LOKI SERIES First look - Season 2

HAPPY BIRTHDAY

Loki x GN!Reader

Warings: None! Just fluff

A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO LOKI, I WANTED TO MAKE SOMETHING SWEET SO HERE YA GO, I HOPE YOU ENJOY!!

You and Loki had been in a relationship for years, it took a lot of time for both him and you to freely open up to each other, about your past, insecurities, and more, but once you both had enough trust, things changed, in a very pleasant way.

Months ago, Loki had finally told you what day his birthday was, you always nagged him, and he finally told you the day

December 17th

That was now today

You had been planning his birthday surprise ever since you found out

If you were being honest, you didn't know how birthday parties worked, you never had them growing up, your parents gave you money to buy something you liked, but sometimes you wouldn't get much because of money problems, but now your older, you have a job, and money, but you just knew that it had to be a surprise, you didn't want him knowing hopefully he didn't already suspect anything

Putting the ingredients into a bowl and mixing till needed to stop, you planned on making him a few things- it might be too much but he can always save some for later or the next day

You were baking him a cake of course, you couldn't decide on which one so you made two others but made sure to make them small

First is a Chocolate cake

Then a red velvet

And finally vanilla

You also baked some cupcakes, brownies and cookies, you made sure to bake them beforehand

Yeah it's a lot

But you just couldn't help it

You were excited, yet nervous, what if he didn't like it? What if IT was too much?, Well you'd have to find out..

Placing the batter into a pan and placing it into the preheated oven, you dust off your hands and take off your apron, you set a timer for the cake and decide to freshen up, once you've done just that you open a cabinet and take out a bottle Loki had given you

The bottle was liquor from Asgard at least you think it's liquor-, all you know I'd that it's strong and meant for parties, it was a present from him, you had tried it but was never able to finish it, it was too strong for you, so you decided to wait for a special occasion, which was today

You place it on the dinner table, occupying all the sweets

You smile to yourself, placing both hands on your hips, and sigh  "now.. we wait" you look at the time, Loki shouldn't be home at least 2 hours from now, which gives the cake time to bake, and you to as couples would say it 'set the mood', you just hope Loki doesn't come home early, he doesn't usually, or hopefully he doesn't have to stay longer- you're an overthinker- always has been

You decide to place some scented candles around, you'll have to remind yourself to light them up later

After some time of waiting, the cake is finally done baking, you take it out and let it rest before adding the icing once finished you place it on the table with all the other goodies 

It's like having sweets for dinner, definitely not gonna hurt your stomach later-

It's worth it

You made sure to wear something nice, nothing over the top, you look to the clock and see your just on time, you light the candles and anxiously wait, you take deep breaths and assure yourself that everything is gonna be fine

Finally, what felt like years of waiting, you hear a click, signaling he's unlocked the door, he finally got used to that-, before he just used to appear out of nowhere and you'd tell him to use the front door so you'd know when he'd arrive

The door Creaks open and Loki steps in, the first thing he's met with his the scented candles mixed with the cakes you had freshly baked

Loki raised a brow as he sees the candles lit, he looks to the grown and thinks to himself

Did he forget something?

Was there something special planned for today??

It wasn't your anniversary, that wasn't for another month..

Loki scratches the back of his neck nervously, and shifts on his feet, he inhales and exhales, and takes a step further

Once he rounds the corner he's met with a perfect sight 

The lights dimmed perfectly, a powerful scent of the lovely sweets you prepared, different kinds of cookies, Chocolate chip, plain, sugar cookies, brownies and cupcakes, and last but not least 3 cakes, two small ones and a big cake they all had unique designs on them

His eyes widened at the amount of sweets littered onto the table, you step out and show yourself with a goofy smile placed on your beautiful features

"Surprise!" You call out with a chuckle

Loki stumbled on his word, shifting nervously on his feet "darling" he takes a moment to think of words before proceeding. "..What is all this for?" Your face falls, and Loki cursed himself, if he forgotten something special, he was gonna beat himself up-

"It's.. it's your birthday" you fiddle with your fingers

Loki's eyes widened "oh" he whispered out, he thought you would have forgotten, Loki was only used to his family knowing his birthday, that he completely forgot he had told you, his eyes flicker to the table and he breathes out "you.. you did this?.. for me..?" He questions in a small voice

You nod and take a few steps closer "of course I did.. you special" you smile "sorry if it's too much, and I'm sorry if you don't like it, I could always give it to someone else-" before you could continue to blabber on Loki brings you into a tight embrace

Loki scoffs "why wouldn't I like this?, And surely I will not let someone else have my gift" he kisses you temple, then cheeks and finally your lips, he leans his forehead on your "thank you.. this means a lot to me dear.." he pressed another kiss to your forehead

You smile "you don't need to thank me Lokes, I love you." You press a kiss to his lips and wrap your arms around his waist

Loki smiles "and I love you too dearest"