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Pinned Down [Soft Dom!Loki x Female Reader] 18+

A link to my Masterlist is HERE Summary: For “training” purposes (and to prove a point) you ask that the insufferable Avenger!Loki pins you to the ground. Pure sexual tension and shameless Loki thirst smut. (w/c 2.3k) Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Soft!Dom Loki. Language. Light(ish) Smut. Dry humping. Extreme Loki thirst.

"Absolutely not."

Loki’s eyes didn’t move from the page of his book when he spoke. His focused gaze running between words fluidly as you remained with your arms folded in front of him, standing your ground.

"I did it with Steve earlier, I made him shake. And he wasn’t holding back, either..." you said confidently, looking down at the serene God of Mischief as he slowly uncrossed his legs. Finally, you had his attention.

He snapped the novel closed theatrically with one hand, the sound like a leather paddle meeting skin, looking down at the item with an amused smirk flirting at the corners of his mouth.

"I think it far more likely that our valiant Captain took pity on your efforts and conceded to let you think you had achieved even a minutia of ground in order to bolster your spirits, don’t you?"

He really was insufferable.

"besides," he continued, finally deigning to look up at you with those ridiculously hypnotising eyes which saw everything and revealed nothing, "I am much stronger than “Steve” – therefore again, in the interests of this realm’s beloved health and safety I repeat...absolutely not."

You saw a flash of something, a glint of daring in the kaleidoscope of blue and green reflecting back at you. A challenge.

"Thor would do it."

You smiled politely as he grimaced beneath your words, sucking in the hollow of his cheekbones as he restrained a rebuttal. You doubled down.

"I think you’re scared that I’ll overpower you. And then you wouldn’t be able to tell me how much stronger you are than everyone else all the time."

A forced grin spread across his unbearably handsome face, the contrived mirth of a chuckle which didn’t reach his eyes filling the air.

"Overpower me? My dear. I am a god."

"So you keep saying," you bent towards him, an eyebrow raising as you saw his gaze harden in anticipation, "so prove it."

He reclined back on the common room sofa, his eyebrows furrowed in interest as he re-considered your request. His forefinger curled to his lips. You could see his mind flickering through the nuances of your statement, trying to pinpoint the true nature of it as his brow softened, his eyes quizzical and fierce.

"So tell me again, what is it exactly you wish me to do?"

Before answering his question, you pushed one of the singular armchairs nearby across the floor to make space. Lying on your back on the carpet, you propped up on your elbows. You wouldn’t let him back out now.

"I want you to pin me down, Loki, and I have to move you. That’s it."

Anticipating a sarcastic comment, you raised a finger as he inhaled sharply – a precursor to one of his condescending quips.

"For obvious reasons," you continued "all which I am fully aware of...moving you counts as any wavering, shaking or general...well, movement...of your body from your initial position, however small."

You stared at him resolutely. You didn’t understand why he had to be such an arse about every little thing.

Loki leant forward in silence, his impossibly toned biceps straining against his Armani suit. He slid his forearms tantalisingly towards his knees while regarding you with increasing amusement.

You sighed. Time for the ace card.

"It’s important for my training. I’ve been getting so much stronger – I need to keep testing myself…" you pouted, hoping that even the alpha males of Asgard weren’t immune to a doe eyed damsel in distress, "...please?"

Wordlessly, he stood; striding over to tower above you as you lay on the floor – your feet flat against the carpet, thighs raised.

"Let it be known that I am doing this under duress", his deep tone flanked with caution as he ran his tentative eyes over your waiting body.

You watched as he removed his jacket, throwing it haphazardly over the discarded chair. Loki rolled up the sleeves of his shirt to reveal those unacceptably delicious bare forearms as he loftily pondered how to arrange himself.

"Oh will you just get on me", you huffed.

Muttering irritated phrases in tones too low for you to decipher, he complied – stepping one foot over your stomach as you stared pointedly at the ceiling.

After raising your arms over your head, your gaze was unavoidably drawn to the sight of Loki gracefully bringing his body down to meet yours. The sound of those strong knees hitting the floor with a soft thump as his frame encased you. His large hands planting firmly on the carpet beside your shoulders, fingertips sinking soundlessly into the soft pile.

You realised that however close he was, he wasn’t actually touching you. His hips hovered above yours, supported by muscled calves that ghosted the sides of your ass; his thighs spread widely as he contemplated the next step.

"Are you ready?"

The same words that Steve had delivered this morning, in the same position, were loaded with something heavier from Loki’s tongue. Indecipherable weight hung to them like coal smoke in the air. A wave rose in your belly like going over the crest of a hill in the backseat of a car.

"I’m ready", you replied quietly, the words no more than a whisper.

Carefully his hips lowered to meet your pelvis, pressing into you flatly as his immense thighs tightened at your sides. They braced against your lower ribs. You exhaled with force; his weight increasing momentarily as he moved his dexterous hands to grip your wrists separately above your head. He centred himself so that you were absolutely and completely pinned to the ground, pinned underneath his unrelenting form.

"Y/N, I forgot to ask...what’s in this for me?" he waxed coyly as you resisted the urge to headbutt him.

"Pride, I suppose…" you muttered as you adjusted to the load above you, your body aching against the pressure of his palms forcing your forearms to sink into the carpet.

"I have too much of that already, darling. We’ll have to think of something else."

You closed your eyes, feeling the pure strength of the smooth hands binding your wrists in their grasp. The snug grip of his solid hips pressed flush to your core as you began to attempt to gain any purchase beneath him.

That godly ass you had admired many times in stolen moments between wishing he would remove his unendurable self from your vicinity rested immovable against the fronts of your thighs. You tried to push your hips upwards, your body keening for space as it was forced to the floor.

"Fuuuck" you grunted, the initial frustration of defeat burning despite its expectation.

Soft laughter floated from above you as your eyes snapped open, searing into the face hanging inches from yours.

"You’ll need to overpower me first, love" he taunted.

Loki’s black curls were tucked behind his ears, the forced smiles from earlier forgotten as he relished you pinned underneath him, under his superiority. From this angle, his facial features were completely aligned – his strong jaw outlined by ludicrous cheekbones. The bridge of his nose was parallel to the line of his gaze as he penetrated you with a delighted stare from bright eyes.

You rolled your eyes, straining your arms against his hold. You groaned against the pressure in your shoulders from the aching constraint, pushing upward with your hips. You fought for what felt like an age to gain any momentum, any reserve of strength which could compete against the god holding you still who was infuriatingly at ease in his motionless state, not even trying.

"Oh…" a disappointed glint flitted across Loki’s eyes as your stomach flipped...had he felt something?

"...I just realised I could have brought my book, it looks like I just needed one hand. What a shame…", he drawled as he grinned at you smugly.

You let out an exasperated sigh, going limp underneath him.

"OK, I give up, I’m not ready for you after all, it seems..." you mumbled through gritted teeth. Annoyance littered every syllable as another smirk twitched at the corner of Loki’s lips at your confession, his tongue darting across them as he considered your words.

"I don’t think so, love – you asked for this. So you’re going to make me move."

You suddenly became very aware of your breathing, slow, heavy exhales escaping your throat as your eyebrows knitted towards the god above you. His eyes were unreadable except for his obvious enjoyment of your defeat.

"I can’t, Loki…" you whined, turning your cheek to rest against the carpet, bored with the game now that your earlier confidence was tattered, a flutter of nerves rising in your stomach as you avoided his eyes.

"Oh come now darling...", his biceps strained underneath the snug fit of his shirt as he flexed his elbows to bend deeper towards you, his breath warm in your ear, "there’s more than one way to move a man."

You turned your head slowly, your nose brushing his before he pressed his arms upwards once more away from you. The expanse of his brow dipping towards you as a mess of curls tumbled into view. Now that you weren’t trying to free yourself, your body flooded with unbidden feelings as you assessed the situation.

The scent of him lingered in your nostrils from his brief descent, clinging to his hair as rogue strands brushed your cheeks. An intoxicating mix of amber and leather flushed through your bloodstream, inflaming the path to your groin. Your aching hips tried to rise involuntarily to thrust into him, his firm weight preventing it.

You ran your eyes down the impressive torso hanging over you. The thick muscular expanse of his chest mouthwateringly positioned in your eyeline. Flat lines of his form tucked neatly to that immaculately fitted shirt hiding the deliciously defined abdomen underneath. Those unyielding stomach muscles ran to the creases in his hips, a tight angle to his thighs, long thick femurs bulging with power, gripping you mercilessly.

Fuck.

You tried to squirm as an uncomfortable wetness grew between your restrained legs. your thighs still spread in a static missionary position underneath the unbearable man above you. He could now add unbearably hot to his ever-growing list of unbearable qualities.

"Use your words, darling."

His usual smarm was tinged with a lustful edge as those keen eyes glinted down at you – or was that your imagination?

You could feel a flush rising awkwardly in your cheeks as he moved his hips minutely against yours, his crotch grinding lightly against your pelvic mound. Pressing your lips together, you prayed a moan would not escape them as you tried once more to free your hands from his firm grip.

"Sometimes", he enunciated softly above your struggles, "the most effective way to gain control of a situation…"

His calves squeezed purposefully against the sides of your ass. His thighs slid forward as his hips dragged an inch up your stomach. It pulled against your mound, forcing the hood of your clit to shift with a pent up explosion from the bundle of swollen nerves. You couldn’t tear your gaze away from his, deep pools of darkened and suddenly insatiable desire,

"...is to give in to it."

You couldn’t help it. A pathetic moan rose from deep in your throat as he repeated his movement. Loki towed his hips firmly across your lower body with excruciating precision, exposing your clit mercilessly against the friction of your leggings. He controlled the source of your desire from inches away. He wasn’t even touching it, smug bastard.

Elevating your head slightly, you cast your dizzying gaze to his hips which were poised to flex again across your form. The outline of his huge, hardened cock clearly visible, straining against his suit trousers as he dominated you. You gasped.

You had heard stories about what the God of Mischief had in his pants, but nothing could have prepared you for its presence so temptingly and unexpectedly close to you. The firm outline was thickened against the fabric, begging to be wielded inside your desperately wet channel as you lay prostrate beneath him, hands above your head like a sacrifice.

He observed your eyes widening with a knowing smirk. Loki flexed his elbows to bend towards you once again, his grip never leaving your wrists. Lowering his solid abs to press against your chest, he rubbed his hardened length once, purposefully, across the point of your hipbone.

"Ohhh, Y/N…" he moaned gratefully as his cock dragged firmly across your skin. Your name shuddered wantonly into your ear from his lips like nectar, ‘it seems you have caused me to shake after all…’

You groaned beneath him as he buried his face into your neck. A growl of need thundering lowly in your ear as he towed his enormous manhood firmly against your hip once more. The change in his position allowed to you keen up into him, your grateful hips finding solace against his crotch as you desperately sought relief.

"Loki…" you moaned shamelessly, his angular face appearing in front of yours with curiosity flickering in his sharp, lustful gaze.

"I think we should stop" you panted. The realisation that you were dry humping a colleague in the common room suddenly at the forefront of your mind, however inconveniently.

A low chuckle escaped him as he shook his head, his deft fingers squeezing around your wrists.

"Dinner."

Your brow crinkled as you processed the unexpected statement, "I’m sorry?"

"Dinner." he repeated, his eyebrow raised as he enjoyed your confusion, "My prize. I wish to have dinner with you."

He released your wrists from their fleshy prison, another moan escaping you as blood rushed to your hands. Your fingers tingled as the ache subsided. You sat up, rubbing them intermittently as Loki rose to his feet, rolling his shoulders and flexing his neck as you eyed him suspiciously.

"I would dispute the fact that you won, actually. Technically I made your body move so…"

Your words were a deflection, a feeble attempt to diffuse the sexual charge in the air that threatened to overwhelm you. Loki was unconvinced. His hand reached around your waist, pulling you to him with that vice-like grip you were intimately familiar with. He drew you close as your face tilted upwards, your lips poised to press against his at his command.

"Dispute all you wish," he chucked, "I welcome the discussion. And perhaps after dinner, we can have a re-match…"

Loki's eyes smouldered with innuendo as you shuddered in his arms, the hot wetness between your thighs taunting you as you clenched involuntarily, "...in my chambers, this time."

Your hand ran down his chest, fluidly finding it’s way past his toned hips to the tops of his thighs as his breath hitched. Your fingers brushing lightly over the thick, hard length still snug against his in-seam. Loki’s eyes narrowed as he hissed with need under the pressure of your palm, flashing dangerously as you raised your gaze to his coyly.

"Be careful, darling", his seductive voice laced with warning, "I won’t go as easy on you next time."

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november-rayne · 9 months

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Chapter Twenty-Two: Fond Farewells- Part Two

Chapter Summary: The continuation of the smut previous chapter.

Word Count: 3700

Rating: Explicit for smut

*This story is for mature audiences only.* 18+

*Minors DNI*

Tags: Oral sex (male and female receiving) Degradation, Fingering, Bratty behavior, Soft Dom,

Chapter Index

Sigyn landed on her bottom with a gasp of surprise, holding the wine bottle in the air so that not a drop escaped. She scooted up the bed and rested her back against the headboard.

Loki went to his dresser and pulled on a pair of soft black pajama bottoms.

“Do you ever wear undergarments?” she asked as she watched him tie his hair back with a thin black leather cord.

“Never. I find them… too restrictive.” Loki started crawling up the bed towards her.

“Good to know.” She bit her lip as she watched him move.

Loki knelt beside her, took the bottle from her, and took a few long swallows before resting it on his thigh. He looked her over, “Are you okay?”

“I am more than okay.” She grinned, “Are you okay? I do not believe I have ever heard a sound like that come out of a person before.” She took the wine back and took a swig.

“I do not wish to inflate your ego, but...” he shook his head, “...damn woman. I don’t think I have ever come so hard in my life.” Loki shuddered at the memory.

“Mmmm…your face was…exquisite." She licked her lips, “I can hardly wait to do it again.” She traced her fingers over his knee as she took another drink.

He gazed at her in her bra and panties on his bed. ‘Mine. Forever. All mine.’ He ran his hand up her shin, over her knee, thigh, and back again.

“Something on your mind, My Prince?”

“I am trying to decide where to start. I want to touch you everywhere, all at once.”

Sigyn laughed, took another long swig from the bottle, and set it on one of Loki’s nightstands. She pushed onto her knees, wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed him. Loki wrapped his arms around her and rubbed his hands up and down her back. She pushed him onto his back and straddled his hips. Reaching behind her back, she unhooked her bra and tossed it to the floor.

Loki groaned and immediately moved his large hands to her bare breasts. She kissed him slowly, her fingers tracing lightly over his chest. He ran his hands along her back and squeezed her ass as he pressed his hips up. His cock was waking up again as she ground down on him in response.

She continued to move her hips in small circles atop him as he moved his hands over her body: thighs, butt, hips, back, shoulders, and neck. His hands left trails of fire along her skin. Her mouth stayed on his, relishing the feel of his lips moving with hers. She sucked his bottom lip, then slipped her tongue into his mouth with a moan. Loki moved his hands to the sides of her head, holding her gently as he kissed her.

Slowly their kisses became more urgent. Loki broke their kiss just long enough to roll Sigyn onto her back. She gasped for air as the weight of his body pressed into her. He fervently kissed her as he ran one hand down her body and hooked one of her legs around his waist. She immediately pushed her hips up into his with a moan, “Loki…” she breathed, turning her head to the side to encourage him to move his kisses where she wanted them.

Her hands were on his strong shoulders as he kissed along her jaw, under her ear, and down her neck. He slid his hands under her shoulders as he kissed along her collarbones and back up the other side of her neck. “Loki…I need…”

He smiled against her lips. “What do you need, kitten?”

“More.” She canted her hips upwards as he closed his mouth around the junction between her neck and shoulder. Sigyn gasped as Loki’s teeth grazed her skin. “Mmmm…more, please, lover.” She arched her back and pressed into him further.

Loki kissed down her chest, “More what, sweetling?” He pulled one of her nipples into his mouth and sucked deeply.

“Mmmm…” She was writhing beneath him, “Please?” Loki kneaded one breast while teasing the other with his tongue.

“What do you want? I want you to tell me.” He grinned as he lavished attention on her breasts.

She reached between them and slid her hand into his pajamas. She circled his cock and started stroking him. “I want you. All of you. I want you inside me. Fuck me, Loki.” Not the answer he was expecting; his breath hitched.

“Mmmm, not tonight, kitten.” She withdrew her hand with a whimper. “Ah, do not pout.”

Loki grinned and sat back on his heels between her legs.

“Where are you going?” She looked panic-stricken.

“I am thirsty.” He reached for the wine bottle and took a drink. He stared down at her laid out before him wearing only her tiny panties.

“Better?” she asked, a hint of annoyance in her tone.

“Not quite,” he smirked, mischief lighting up his eyes. He tipped the bottle, and the wine spilled onto Sigyn’s belly. His mouth was there in an instant, sucking it off her skin.

“Loki!” She flinched, “Oh my Gods.” she giggled.

“Hold still, or you will ruin my duvet.” He scolded her playfully as he did it again.

“Ah! That tickles!” He dribbled the wine into her navel and lapped it up. “Loki!” She pushed herself up on one elbow and tried to snatch the bottle from him. He pulled it away and held it just out of her reach.

“Ah ah ah, be a good girl and lie back down for me.”

“Or what?”

Loki raised an eyebrow at her, “Excuse me?”

She propped herself on both elbows, “Why should I do what you say?”

“Because I am your Prince. You will do as you are told.”

Sigyn scoffed, “Feeble excuse. Does that usually work?”

“Most of the time, yes!” Loki was trying to hold back his laughter.

“You are going to have to do better than that.” Sigyn inspected her fingernails, feigning boredom.

“You impudent little…”

Sigyn faked a yawn.

Loki’s jaw fell open. “You little… you are being very naughty.”

“What are you going to do about it?” She ran her foot up his side and placed it on his chest.

He grabbed her ankle firmly and held her leg in the air. He tipped the bottle near her foot and watched as the wine raced down her leg to her thigh. His tongue was there before it reached her panties. He licked and sucked her leg from her thigh to her foot, cleaning the wine as he went.

“You seem to be under the impression that I will tolerate your cheek, you lusty little minx.” He dropped her leg unceremoniously to the side as he crawled off the bed and set the wine down. He slipped his pajamas off and stroked himself, “Kneel before your Prince.”

Sigyn eagerly scrambled off the bed and sat on her heels, folding her hands in her lap, awaiting instructions. Loki stroked her cheek with his thumb. “What a pretty little cock slut the Norns have sent to me.” She licked her lips as she stared into his eyes. “What do you think? Should I fuck that smirk off your face?”

She shivered, “Yes, please.”

“Open.”

Sigyn raised to her knees so that her mouth was level with Loki’s hips and placed her hands on his thighs to steady herself. He placed one hand on the back of her head; his other guided his cock into her mouth.

“You are brazened, emboldened, and shameless,” he hissed as she hollowed her cheeks around him. “You are a constant temptation.” He gently thrust in and out of her. “Unhh…You have taken up residence in my mind.” He moaned as her hands made their way to his balls. “You disregard royal protocol.” She ran a hand over his round ass. “You sass me when silent obedience is expected.” His breaths were coming quicker. “Ahhh…You are a naughty, naughty girl.”

He held her head gently with both hands as he fucked her mouth. “You… uh… oh fuck…” His eyes rolled back, “Always so hungry for my cock.” His hips stuttered, and his rhythm faltered. “You are my…unh…perfect match. Mine…forever.”

Sigyn moaned deeply around him. The vibration made Loki’s back arch. “Ahh…Sssig…I’m…” He tapped her cheek in a warning. She grabbed his hips and held him in place as his orgasm wracked his body. His knees threatened to give out, and he staggered where he stood. She pulled from him with a ‘pop’ and sat back on her heels, grinning and wiping her chin with her hand as she watched him regain his wits.

“You are still smiling, kitten.” Loki’s voice was gruff as he pulled his pajama bottoms back up.

“So I am, My Prince. Your enjoyment brings me immense satisfaction.”

“Even as I use you for my own pleasure?” She took his hand as he helped her off the floor.

“Of course. You have no idea the effect you have on me while you are lost in your bliss.” She guided his hand to the apex of her thighs. Loki stroked the outside of her panties. They were wet with her arousal. “The look on your face, the sounds you make…” Sigyn shivered, “Norns, they are the most beautiful things in the world to me.”

“Sigyn…” He placed his hands on the sides of her face.

“It also excites me when you pretend to be in charge,” she giggled.

“Pretend to be in charge?” He arched an eyebrow as he stifled a laugh, “Would the little minx like a more severe form of punishment?”

“Mmmm…” she trailed her fingers across the plane of his chest and down his abs. “Do not tease me, Your Highness. Besides, I do not consider sucking your cock a punishment. If anything, it is more motivation to misbehave.” She bit her lip and pressed herself tightly against his body.

Loki stared down at her, stunned into silence. He shook his head infinitesimally, “What in the Hel did I do to deserve you? If we were not already betrothed, I would grovel at your feet, begging you to marry me.”

Sigyn laughed and kissed him sweetly. Picking her up, he deepened their kiss, tasting himself on her tongue. Setting her near the top of the bed, he moved over her. He kissed her eagerly while running his hands everywhere he could reach.

Slowly his kisses made their way down her body. Sigyn moaned and writhed, her eyes were closed, and her hands were clinging to the duvet.

Loki sat back on his heels, “May I?” he asked as he hooked his fingers around the top of her panties.

“Please.” She lifted her hips slightly off the bed as he slid her panties off.

Her thighs instinctively came together to shield her naked sex. “Let me see you, sweetling,” Loki whispered as he ran his hands down her belly, over her thighs, to her knees. She relaxed as he pushed her knees apart.

“Hello, beautiful.” She was pink and glistening, her little nub half hidden in her folds, beckoning for Loki to bring her out. He brushed his fingers lightly over her mound, through her neatly cropped dark curls, “So pretty.” He leaned over and kissed her knee, not taking his eyes off his prize, “By the Norns, Sigyn…” he looked into her eyes and grinned, “I think I am going to cry.”

A burst of laughter escaped her lips, “Loki!” She threw a pillow at his face, which he quickly swatted away. She was still laughing when he settled over her, his smile faded, and his face became very serious. Her laughter halted immediately. He was so handsome. Her heart started pounding as he locked her in his gaze.

“You will tell me if you want me to stop.”

“Yes.”

“You will tell me if I do anything you do not enjoy.”

She nodded, “Yes.”

His lips curled up into a wicked grin, “You will watch me as I make you come apart with my tongue.”

“Ugh, Loki...” her chest heaved, “Yes. I will try.”

“Good girl,” he purred slowly. He placed a kiss over her entrance, and she shuddered. Taking a deep breath, he inhaled the sweet scent of her and groaned on the exhale, his cock stirring again already.

“Ahh… Loki…” Sigyn’s back arched off the bed, head falling back.

“Eyes on me, my sweet.”

She nodded and returned her gaze to him as he started kissing the inside of her thighs. He licked her slit with a flat tongue; her fingers curled into his hair.

“I love you,” she moaned breathlessly.

Loki smiled against her skin, and his heart fluttered, “I love you.” His warm breath fanned over her heated sex. He placed more open-mouthed kisses on her thighs, sucking a bruise where he knew only she would see it.

Sigyn watched as his tongue explored her. Loki moaned as he placed his open mouth over her clit. “Ahh,” her hips bucked involuntarily, and her hand wandered to her breast without realizing it. Loki sucked on her clit as two of his fingers teased her entrance. She squeezed her nipple and ground down, trying to encourage his fingers forward, moaning wantonly. “Ahh, Loki…” He kept his lips pressed to her as his tongue circled her clit. A waterfall of curses fell from Sigyn’s lips as Loki slowly pushed his long fingers into her.

Loki raised his eyes to hers, the baby blue of his irises all but gone, his pupils blown wide with lust. Sigyn choked on a sob as he curled his fingers inside of her. “Fuck, Loki…” He alternated between lapping at her folds, sucking her between his lips, and teasing her with the tip of his tongue as his fingers moved inside her.

The expertise of his ministrations had Sigyn’s legs shaking and her abs quivering as she soared closer to her climax. “Loki…” she panted his name again and again and again. He relished the way it tumbled from her lips as he watched her sweet face.

“Do not hold back, my sweet. Come for me.”

She shook her head, “Don’t… stop.”

“Does this feel good, kitten?”

“Ahh, fuck yes.”

“Come for me, sweetling.”

She shook her head again, “Don’t… want it… to end.”

“As you wish.” He grinned and put his mouth to her again.

“Ahh,” she tweaked her nipple, “Loki…fuck…” The fingers of her other hand twined in his hair.

He placed his tongue flat against her clit and pressed into it as he nodded his head. Sigyn gave up trying to hold on as she felt a tidal wave of pleasure send her over the edge.

She came silently as her face scrunched up, mouth wide open. Her fingers curled into the duvet as her toes curled around empty air. Lost in the sea of bliss that Loki sent her to, her vision blurred, her breaths stuck in her chest, and her abs and pelvic muscles spasmed.

Loki eased her down gently, stroking her languidly and praising her: “Beautiful, just stunning. You did so well, precious. Good, good girl.”

Sigyn looked down at Loki again as he removed his fingers from her and placed them in his mouth. He licked them clean of her essence, “You taste divine, my love.” Sigyn’s body shuddered in response.

He crawled up to lay beside her, pulled her against his chest, and stroked her trembling body. Peppering her forehead with kisses, he said, “I’ve got you.” And he rested his chin on the top of her head.

Slowly Sigyn’s breathing returned to normal, “Oh, my Gods, Loki, that was…“ she pulled back to look at his face, “that was incredible.” She shuddered again as an aftershock rumbled through her. She touched his face and caressed his cheekbone with her thumb.

“I enjoyed it as well.” He smiled at her as he rubbed his hard cock against her thigh.

“Norns, Loki…” She smiled back at him and hooked her leg over his hip.

He ran his hands over her, “I cannot believe I have you here, naked on my bed. It is thrilling.” He pressed his cock against her again. “Are you cold, sweetling?”

“Quite the opposite.” Smirking the way she knew drove him mad, she let her eyes follow her hand as she slowly traveled to the inside of his pajamas. Loki sucked in a breath as she started stroking him.

“Oh darling,” he stilled her hand with his, “We will be here all night if you feel the need to get me off every time my cock stirs.”

“I do not mind.”

“I know, kitten. Just let me hold you for a bit.”

“Mmmm, this is nice too.” She closed her eyes and pressed her face into his chest as she rested her arm over his side. Their breathing soon fell into rhythm with one another. Sigyn felt so safe and warm wrapped in his arms, listening to his heart beating close to her ear. She felt herself drifting off to sleep, and a contented sigh escaped her lips.

Loki’s fingers traced patterns on her bare skin, “As much as I hate to do it, I must return you to your father for the night.”

Sigyn groaned, “What time is it?”

“Just past eleven.”

Sigyn kissed his chest, “We have a little time.”

Loki chuckled, “What would you like to do?”

Heat pooled in her lower belly as she guided his hand to the apex of her thighs again. Loki wasted no time stroking her folds.

“You feel so good beneath my fingers,” he purred. “But I have a better idea.” Sigyn watched with curiosity as Loki pushed the pillows off the bed and lay flat on the mattress.

“What are you doing?”

“Come.” He patted the tops of his shoulders.

She looked at him blankly, “I don't understand.”

“Come here and straddle my face.”

“I couldn’t possibly…”

Loki propped himself on his elbows, “You’ve never ridden on someone’s face before?”

She ducked her chin to her chest. “No.”

“Oh, sweetling…” he grinned widely, “there is no need to be embarrassed. You are in for a treat.”

“But…”

“Come now; you will not hurt me.”

“I don’t know…”

“I do. Come. I have done this hundreds of times. Trust me; you will love it.”

And she did. Once she overcame her initial trepidation, she realized she would not hurt or accidentally smother him. Holding onto the headboard for support, she rode his face through not just one but two orgasms. Loki was a virtuoso with his tongue. When she flopped back onto the mattress, all her bones felt like jelly.

“I cannot believe…” she was panting heavily, “I cannot believe I have never done that before.” Her body was still naked, and her skin was flushed from head to toe. “That was amazing!”

Loki chuckled as he untangled himself from her legs. “You are a very enthusiastic student. So clever.” He stood beside the bed and stretched.

Sigyn rolled onto her belly and let her arm drape off the side of the bed after stroking the back of Loki’s leg through his pajamas a few times. “You are going to regret teaching me. That is my new favorite thing.”

“So eager to use me for her own pleasure.” He pinched her bottom. “My, how the tables have turned.”

“What is it you say…fair is fair?” She closed her eyes and let out a contented sigh.

Loki pulled a dark grey cotton t-shirt and thick grey woolen socks from his dresser. Sitting beside Sigyn’s head on the bed to pull them on, he stared down at her, naked, sated, and lying on his bed. He felt like the luckiest man to have ever lived.

Then his heart sank, “I have just enough time to get you dressed and walk you back to your chambers,” he said as he rubbed her back.

“These are my chambers now. I don't think I can walk.”

Loki laughed and smacked her bare ass. “Lie there and recover while I search for your undergarments.”

“Mmmm.” That was all she managed to respond.

After he helped her into her clothes and fixed her hair with his seiðr, he cast an illusion over himself so that he appeared to be wearing the same clothes from earlier, right down to the boots.

Next was Sigyn’s turn. She pouted as she retook the image of Thor, but Loki dropped her illusion as soon as they were in the corridor of her chambers.

“This has been one of the best nights of my life.” She leaned heavily into his embrace as they stood before her front door. “I love you so much. I am going to miss you.”

“I do not want to leave you.” He stroked her hair, “This feels like torture.”

“I will be at the stables in the morning to see you off.” She kissed him once sweetly on the lips and moved to curtsey.

“Wait,” Loki pulled her back to him. He kissed her deeply, “Good night, my sweet Sigyn. My precious Lady. I love you more than I can put into words.”

She smiled and stroked his face. “Good night, My Prince. I love you too.” She gave him a deep, slow curtsey and slipped through the door to her chambers.

Loki stood in the hall and stared at her door for a handful of moments before turning on his heel and returning to his own rooms. Once there, he noticed the two half-full glasses of wine on his dining room table and immediately longed for her to be in his arms again. The feeling was made worse when he entered his bed chamber. The large bed looked all wrong without her on it.

He took his journal from his nightstand and settled against the headboard to put his thoughts on parchment. He fiddled with his fancy gold fountain pen as he stared at the bags Margit had packed for his trip, waiting by his wardrobe.

‘It is going to be a long three days.’ He mused to himself as he started writing.

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greelin · 1 year

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it is literally called a “happy” trail for a reason.. If you feel any emotion other than joy upon seeing it you should be sent to live on a deserted island by yourself forever. or blow up. either way get out of my presence

#‘i hate hair on the human body where it grows’ like grow the FUCK UP!!!! god DAMN!!!! get TASTE!!!!#this is about all genders baby. Hair is good and normal and also soso sexy

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Vincent Price and Peter Lorre

The Raven (1963) director: Roger Corman

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putridcowboy · 2 years

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the most important step in the hero’s journey is the gay sex

#mine #i was. higher than i thought i was last night #nooo post dont go out of my immediate circle u r so sexy #someone just tagged this as naruto wrote this. no he didnt i did #update now sherlock rp blogs are commenting on this. girl it is 2022 what are you doing #leave im going to attack you with wasps #fr if another person comments on this post itself again and it isnt funny im sending the bees after u #never in my life have i felt that one post that is like some of yall are so annoying god bless #more than i do now #this isnt about anything but if it was it would just be about gilgamesh #the more yall add to this post the more obvious it is that some of yall straight up dont know what the heroes journey is #yall need to stop assuming the hero is the protagonist of the stories yall read/watch/consume or whatever the fuck

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toot toot!

#breaking my streak of dramatic af captions bc look at this. look at it. wtf was i supposed to call it. he's tootin whaddya want from me #he go TOOT TOOT on his lil trumpet i fuckgjn LOVE HIM im maxing this card im serious #lvl 60 10/10 no expense is too much for my precious boy #i found a new brush that has this rly soft charcoal vibe and i used it on this whole thing and it was SEXY it was HEAVEN #it was fun for coloring too!!! and the outfit colors are fun to color OUGHH everything made just for me <3 feeling SILLY #twst #twisted wonderland #twst silver #his bunny outfit sweeps like im sorry but its the best card of the event and its not even fucking close #suntails #i did one 10-pull bc i wanted the paint bonus from epel's card even tho i HATE that card #and i instead got SUPER lucky and got deuce and NO epel!!! i couldnt be fucking happier #then my job interview today never called and i was miserable again but it was an internal issue and im now rescheduled for next week #so please dear god pls guys pray i get this job. i want it sooooo bad

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This show is like a Tumblr sexymen-producing factory!

#oh my god they all are sexy #bless my heart I am melting #adventure time #Fionna and Cake #simon petrikov #Gary Prince #Marshall Lee #Scarab #The Winter King #Winter King #Farmworld Finn #Ice Prince

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i wanna do my own human Scarab design some time in the future, I discussed this on my personal but I felt pretty disappointed that fans weren't relying on Scarab's real face for inspiration and instead just using the Farmworld design he used once.

Especially since his real face makes him look like he has big nerdy glasses

#txt #fionna and cake #scarab the god auditor #its especially jarring with prohibitedwish fanart #because prismo will be the most beautiful looking man ive ever seen with an outfit that suits his character #and then scarab is just copy and pasting his purposefully bland human design #also human scarab should have sexy gloves-WHO SAID THAT

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Need

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dazai showing anger/annoyance/anguish is my religion

#god he’s such a brat I love him #I need to make a manga panel version of this cause it would be sexy #bungou stray dogs #dazai #dazai osamu #bsd anime #soukoku

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Finished one more piece before artist block consumes my soul :)

Outfit is based on (twitter) BreiGraces' April calendar art, and pose is from (tiktok) mellon_soup!

Art style is inspired by @abd-illustrates .

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God Complex [Soft!Dom Loki x Fem. Reader] 18+

You can find my Masterlist HERE Summary: You’ve been desperate to get a taste of Loki’s legendary old ways on Asgard - tonight, you’ll get what you desire. [w/c 1.6k] Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Smut, Language, Soft!Dom

"Alright love, but you must promise not to be angry with me when we’re done."

Loki folded his newspaper as he uncrossed his legs on the leather chair, looking down at you as you pleaded enticingly from the floor.

"Promise?"

Your head nodded so fast you lost focus as excitement soared in your belly. He was going to do it. This was actually happening. Finally.

He rose, his insanely long legs extending above you as the tantalising expanse of his black chino-clad thighs met your eye level.

"Close your eyes."

You obeyed, biting your bottom lip with anticipation.

You had been begging Loki for months to let you experience his sexual ‘god-mode’, how he used to fuck on Asgard, taking what he wanted, when he wanted it, anywhere - anytime. And Norns, he had wanted it all.

He had told you half-stories of wanton and willing servants, nights of al-fresco debauchery with ambassadors’ wives and absolute corruption of starry-eyed debutantes; his ivory cheeks growing pink as he tentatively shared past indiscretions while lying intertwined with you under the sheets. He was a changed man, and you loved that. Truly.

But...you also loved the idea of being royally, savagely, irrevocably fucked by the infamous Loki of Asgard, God of Mischief and Lies and Sexual Devastation.

The hum of evening traffic outside your bedroom window vanished, replaced by a warm stillness interrupted only by the gentle murmur of crickets, and a low crackling that you couldn’t quite place.

"Open."

Your eyelids fluttered, adjusting to the dim light as you tilted your chin upwards.

Loki remained in position, but this was not the Loki you knew.

He was wearing full Asgardian royal garb, thick boots leading to leather-clad muscular legs which flexed enticingly as he adjusted his stance, his armour and horned helmet glinting in the firelight flickering from torches hanging on thick stone walls.

A luxurious green cape fluttered languishingly on the breeze, drawing attention to the long staff in his hand, rooted to the ground, his arm extended to the side as he towered over you like a king. Like a god.

Holy shit.

"Well? What would you ask of your Prince this night?"

You faltered. His voice was lofty and regal, a thread of condescension woven inextricably within his words.

"You are on your knees, so surely you are here to ask the God of Mischief a favour...a service, perhaps…?"

You lowered your gaze subconsciously to your lap as he spoke, noticing for the first time that you now wore a luxurious dress of deep emerald, gold edging matching the gilded leather fit flush to your lover’s torso.

His hand shot underneath your lowered jaw, encasing it between his thumb and forefinger as he forced your eyes up to meet his. They were stern, his pupils dilated with menacing lust, his mouth twitching in amusement as he held you effortlessly in his other-wordly grip.

"When a god asks you a question, mortal, it is wise to reply."

You inhaled a staggered breath as he coaxed you to stand, his fingers still pressing in to your chin before releasing you with a snort of derision.

"Just as I thought, when finally granted an audience you have nothing to say."

He spat his words like vinegar, venom flecked on every syllable as his jaw clenched. Unadulterated superiority flashing in his darkened eyes as he ran them onerously over your body, lingering on the bare skin of your cleavage which glowed invitingly in the light of the nearby flames.

You took a deep breath, the reality of your fantasy sinking in as you felt the lips of your pussy slick together beneath your dress, a pool of unhinged desire sliding between your thighs as your senses overloaded. Whatever you were expecting, this was more.

"I beg forgiveness my prince’, your meek tone surprising you as he observed you with interest, ‘I was hoping-"

"Hope?’ Loki smirked, cutting you off. ‘Hope is for the weak. For meaningless commoners who do not hold destiny in their grasp and never shall…"

He moved forward as he spoke – and you stepped back automatically, your stomach growing heavy at his words as the feeling pressed to your core, fizzing with adrenaline under the dominantly rich voice of the figure of legend before you.

"Gods do not hope. We take."

Your bare shoulders hit one of the immense pillars which encircled the balcony, all of Asgard laid out beneath you in speckled lights as he stopped inches from you; his chin lowered, eyes raised.

"Do you want me to take you, pet...is that why you have come here this night?"

"Yes" you whispered, the feeble sound catching in your throat.

His horned helmet and staff vanished in a flash of seidr, revealing dark curled hair spilling to his shoulders, the collar of his tunic framing his mouthwatering jawline which cast shadows to his cheekbones in the illuminated gloom.

"Say my name, girl" he growled as he pinned one arm to the pillar above your shoulder, "I want to make sure you know who will own you completely before we are done here."

"Loki" you spluttered breathlessly, "...Prince of Asgard. God of Mischief and Lies and ohhh- Loki…"

Suddenly his lips were upon your neck, sucking deep bruises into the delicate skin as you moaned like a whore under his touch, begging for more as his name dripped from your throat. His hand found purchase against the skirt of your gown, hoisting it upwards roughly as he sought to claim you with his fingers.

"Oh, you lovely thing" he whispered dirtily into your ear, his hot breath making your insides rage with need, "you’re so wet already for me– so prepared to receive your god’s attentions, I’m impressed."

Immediately he slid two long digits mercilessly inside your channel, eliciting a loud moan from your lips as you arched against the pillar in relief. His palm cupped your clit, gliding effortlessly against your wetness as he kneaded into you, catching your mouth in a short, violent kiss.

"What a pathetic thing you are", he chuckled darkly as you writhed beneath his fingers sliding methodically in and out of your folds, "such a whore for a god’s touch, all pretence of innocence wilting in the presence of true power…"

He withdrew his fingers and brought them to your mouth, pressing them to you before you sucked them gratefully. Loki’s authoritative voice was thick with desire as he tugged the laces underneath his leather tunic with his free hand,

"As tempting as it is to have you worship my cock on your knees with those sinful lips of yours, only a thorough fuck will satisfy my appetites tonight."

He pulled the front of your dress towards him, forcing you into a deep kiss, his tongue invading you as he manoeuvred towards the edge of the balcony. Large hands slid purposefully under your ass, pushing your dress to your hips, raising you to sit on the stone balustrade as your thighs widened.

You gasped as his long cock breached you suddenly with a powerful snap of his hips, his girth squeezing inside your waiting wet heat effortlessly, hitting your cervix with a sharp jolt as you cried his name.

"Louder."

You rocked your hips against him as he plunged deeper, filling you completely as you pulled his ass towards you with your bare calves, his long cape brushing your thighs with every slow, controlled thrust of his insatiable cock, searing your drenched pussy with his mark.

"Lokiiii", you groaned loudly, desperate to satisfy the god fucking you mercilessly on the exposed stage of his kingdom stretched out below.

Fabric from the front of your dress was bunched in his fist as he suspended you at an angle from his body, your head hovering over the side of the balcony, his other hand gripping your hip like a vice as he took his time ravaging every inch of your hot channel, begging for release.

Loki’s eyes narrowed with lust as he watched you keening beneath him sputtering his name, as you panted in desperation for his almighty cock to deliver you from your purgatory between desire and climax, completely under his control.

"Will you make your offering, pet?" he declared questioningly through strained breaths as his gyrations changed to an infuriatingly slow pace, dragging out of you before edging back in.

"Will you show your obedience to me, your undying loyalty...by cumming around your god’s cock?"

Your eyes rolled back in your head as his words washed over you, muttering moans of approval as his fingers travelled from your hip to your moistened clit, thumbing you in devastatingly measured circles, watching your stunted descent into orgasm with ferocious intensity.

"Who has done this to you, sluttish mortal?", he goaded as his cock lingered tantalisingly at your entrance, pulsing against your swollen lips as your climax hung in the air like a guillotine ready to fall; "who has broken you thus?"

"Loki…" you whispered, letting your eyes fall to his powerful form, still clad all in leather, his eyes burning with need, his thick cock ready to sheath inside you, delivering the killer blow.

He thrust upwards, pulling the fistful of fabric from your bodice to him as your lips crashed to his, winding your legs around his body as he fucked you relentlessly; his heavenly cock grazing every aching inch of pleasure inside you as you came with an extended strangled cry of his name.

He threw his head back, raven curls tumbling around his cheekbones as an earth-shattering moan of ecstasy escaped his lips. There was sudden jolt underneath you as the flames flickered like static, columns bending like foam as your god thrust into you a final time, his hot cum settling inside you as you felt the mingling of your juices beginning a descent down your thighs.

Pressing your forehead to his, you listened to his ragged breaths as you felt the space around you change, his illusion dissipating under the effects of his orgasm, his concentration shattered.

"Well darling, I hope it lived up to expectations...", he mumbled coyly as he re-hoisted your legs around his waist on the wooden table aka. the balcony.

You chuckled as you brushed a curl from his forehead, cupping his chin in your hand as you raised an eyebrow suggestively, "remember Loki – god’s don’t hope. But you can take me like that absolutely anytime you want."