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summoned pt2

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Summary: Now that your wish has been fulfilled, Loki has no choice but to leave as he is no longer bound to you.

Pairing: Incubus!Loki x Reader

Word Count: 6.4k [grab your drinks, grab your snacks, you're gonna be here a while]

Warnings: 18+ | smut (minors & pearl clutchers you should know the drill by now); vaginal fingering; unprotected p in v; light cussing; angst

Things to be aware of: Loki is a sex demon, not a god, in this one

"Loki it's time to return. Your duty with this mortal woman is fulfilled."

Lilith's voice floated into Loki's ears in the otherwise quiet of your bedroom. As soon as you'd said the words he knew it was only a matter of time before he was either summoned to another's bed or recalled back to her domain to await his next assignment.

He was just feebly hoping that it wouldn't come so soon. That perhaps he could just have one more night like this.

Just a few more hours to hold you.

"At least let me stay until she wakes," he grumbled, the agitated tone causing you to stir in your sleep. "Let me say goodbye to her."

"Could you do it?" her melodic snake-like voice taunted in his ear. "Could you say goodbye to her and bear to see the sadness in her eyes? Could you say it without kissing her? Touching her? Showing her that you've fallen in love with her?"

"If I leave now and she wakes up to nothing I will hurt her," he argued through gritted teeth. "She's been hurt enough times. I refuse to add to that pain."

"Better she be hurting but alive," she countered. "If you stay longer, if you say goodbye to her, you will want to have one last kiss. One last embrace. You'll wish to make love to her. And once you do, because of how strong your emotional bond with her is, you will deplete her of her life force. Completely. You won't just drive her mad, Loki. You'll kill her."

He ground his teeth together, tears stinging his eyes as if they were made of acid. "So my choices are to hurt her or to kill her? We're doomed regardless?"

"Come back, child." The gentle tone behind her words had him taken aback. "We have much to discuss. And I think you care for her enough that you would rather the outcome where she may still walk among her world and live another day."

When moments passed that he could no longer feel Lilith's presence in his mind, he gently laid your sleeping form flat on your bed, his heart already aching as you began to let out small whimpers in protest, your hand clinging desperately to his shirt as if you knew he was about to leave you forever. "I'm sorry, darling," he whispered as he pressed a kiss to your cheek.

Once he'd coaxed your hand to let him go, he stared at you for a moment, desperately committing each delicate feature on your face to memory, before turning back and disappearing from your life forever.

"Welcome home, my child. It's so good to finally see your face once more."

Loki arrived back at Lilith's domain with a sullen look coloring his expression, the thought of you waking up to find him gone looming over him with an ominous persistence. Just imagining your face as you opened your eyes to an empty bed had him physically aching to return to you, to hold you and apologize profusely for even leaving you for a few short hours. The image of the hurt in your eyes akin to poison eating away at him from the inside out.

"You wish to be with her, don't you? The human girl?"

"Gee, Lilith, what gave me away?" he hissed, earning what seemed like a compassionate stare from the superior succubus. A look akin to a mother staring upon a petulant child throwing a slight tantrum. "I love her. And you called me away from her just as she began to feel as if she finally had a constant in her life. How insidious are we that the moment a wish as pure as hers is granted, we take it away once she realizes what she had? It sickens me, Lilith. To my core."

"Loki what if I told you there is a way? That there are certain…arrangements in place for our kind in the event that a situation such as yours ever arose?" The treacherous feeling of hope bloomed in his chest at her words, at even the remotest prospect of being able to return to you. To come home.

Home.

Not once did the demon ever think that there would be any place in any plane of existence that he could ever truly call that. Not even Lilith's domain if he was being truly honest with himself. Only to come to the realization that made his now beating heart swell as it dawned on him.

Home wasn't a place. It was a person. You.

His beautiful little mortal.

"What must I do?"

"Just like that?" She seemed to do away with hiding how confounded she was at his lack of hesitation. "Not even a moment of pause to think about what could be at stake--"

"Lilith please," he spat out, already growing exasperated of her nature of teasing out a conversation to longer than it absolutely needed to be. "You tell me there's a way for me to be with her again, yes or no?"

"Yes but--"

"Then tell me what I must do. Do I need to tell her to make another wish? Must I make a wish myself?"

"You need to relinquish your immortality," she blurted out, the concern now rife on her features as the words echoed around the caverns of her domain. "The arrangement is that one must surrender their immortal life in exchange for one mortal lifetime. What happens after that one lifetime is over is…unknown to me."

"Because I lack a soul?"

She gave him a pitying smile. "Yes, my child. There is no guarantee that when your time with her is over that you would rejoin her in her afterlife; however, miracles have been known to happen. Perhaps you'll be the exception."

"Have there been others with a similar plight? That took the same decision? What happened to them?"

"Truthfully, other than the knowledge that they did not return home, there is nothing I can tell you. Perhaps their existence simply ceased to be and there was nothing waiting for them on the other side. Perhaps they did move forward to the next stage of their lives and they found their loves again in the next life. As I said, there is no guarantee.

"Now I can understand if you will have your hesitations, so I can offer you to think it over while you're fulfilling your next--"

"I'll take it," Loki cut her off. He didn't need time to think things through; the only option he was interested in rang as clear as your voice breaking through the buzzing busy noises of other mortals drudging through their own existence back in your home. The one that would lead him back to you. "A single, finite lifetime with her is worth more than an eternity bereft of her. I'll take my chances."

The smile that Lilith gave him now was more akin to how he saw good-hearted mothers smiling at their children whenever the realization hit them that just because that person would always be their child, that child had already grown to become an adult ready to make their own decisions. It was a bittersweet smile rife with the mixture of excitement for what they would make of their lives and the stinging question of when they would see each other again.

"I wish you all the happiness with your mortal, Loki. Come with me. We shall begin the ritual. Your final ritual." She held a deceptively unaged hand toward him, silently instructing him to take it. "And then you can go home. Start your new life with your…?" she trailed off, prompting him to say your name.

"Y/N," he finished. "Her name is Y/N." Even merely saying your name had him helpless against the smile that crept up on his face.

My Darling Y/N,

When you wake I suspect you will be disoriented, confused, perhaps even angry. I would not blame you. You will wake on this morning to an empty bed, and for that I must apologize. Never did I wish to leave in such haste and without even a proper goodbye; you deserve much better than that. Better than me.

While you slept, I was summoned back to Lilith's domain, which is where you can safely suspect I am now. She's…she's complicated to describe, but I suppose in your realm she is to me something akin to a boss and a mother all at once. As much as I would rather not be sent to my next assignment, it would also be safe to suspect that if I am not already there, that I am on my way. Believe me when I say this: With all my heart, or at least whatever I may have that resembles a heart, I would rather be holding you right this moment.

But it seems that when you verbally acknowledged that your wish had been fulfilled, then my obligational tether to you was severed. There was no longer a force that bound me to you, and I was susceptible to being summoned by another once more.

Chances are you will never see me again, and I feel hollow even saying this. But know that even if you may not perceive me, that whenever I am there, in your realm, I will always make time to check in on you. I may have been forced to leave you, but you, my beautiful little mortal, will never leave me. You are my favorite. I fear you will always be.

Y/N, all I wish for you now is that you would live your life no longer feeling alone. That even if it seems that way, you would remember that there will always be someone that would care for you and only wish happiness for you for the rest of your days. Even if I can no longer hold you, if ever you should feel a stray breeze on a motionless day, or a presence in a seemingly empty room, know that that would be me. Doing what I can to let you know that I am still with you.

Yours,

Loki

By the time you left for work that morning, you'd memorized every word in the letter that Loki had left laying on the pillow where you expected him to be, the paper seeming to apologize that instead of a kiss on the forehead as you woke, its detached nature with the emotionally charged words were all you had to keep you warm.

You'd never been so cold.

Today you were thankful for the neglectful nature of your employers and your coworkers; nobody seemed to notice that along with your red-rimmed eyes, everything in your expression screamed "hollow". All it would take was one look your way and anyone would see that you within moments of waking up your heart had been irredeemably shattered, every nerve in your body on high alert for a stray breeze or an invisible presence, stubbornly searching for something you knew you wouldn't find.

His time with you always had an expiration date. You'd known that since the first night; part of you had even been convinced that you would've woken up to an empty bed after that first night, if you were being completely honest with yourself. And much as you always dreadfully expected that day every time you went off to sleep, a part of you still felt sucker punched when it was actually glaringly staring you in the face.

The way of the Incubi was cruel, you were sure. The moment that you finally had what your soul yearned for, it was yanked out right from under your feet and leaving you in a state as bad as you were before you even blew out that candle. You were even willing to argue that you were in worse shape now. Because at least back then you were simply alone.

Now you were alone and heartbroken. Now you weren't just yearning for a concept, you were aching for someone.

And that ache hit you the hardest coming home from work and finally being faced with the cold emptiness of your apartment. No arms to pull you into an embrace as you walked through the door. No velvety voice that welcomed you home as you felt the tension of the day leave your body.

There was just…nothing. Not even a stray breeze.

A desperation began to course through you as you marched over to the kitchen counter, fishing out a thin candle and the lighter, your heart thundering in your ears as the tears began to well in your eyes. The temperature felt as if it were rising rapidly as you felt your face heating in anger. "What's the point?" you hissed into the darkness. "They'd bring him back to me just to take him away again."

You couldn't manage anything other than silent sobs as you sank to the floor, the harsh, cruel reality forcing you to let it sink in. Loki was gone. And you would never see him again.

It felt like time had began to slow into a snail's pace as you stayed in your spot, slumped over with your head resting on your knees, arms wrapped around your legs in a desperate attempt to hold yourself together while the sobs kept coming. Still no breeze. Still no presence.

Still nothing. Still alone.

Goodbye, Loki, you said inwardly. The words hurt too much to voice out loud at the moment, so thinking them would have to do. I love you.

As your breathing began to take on a less labored pace, you pulled yourself up to your feet and walked over to your bedroom, making the split-second decision to put on one of the long-sleeved shirts that the demon had left behind and wear it to bed. He'd have no use for them anymore.

His words from that first night echoed hauntingly in your head, almost mocking you for somehow finding yourself in a worse state than you were in before he appeared in your life. To sleep alone when one yearns for companionship maybe one of the most cripplingly lonely feelings you can experience.

Apparently it was even worse when one yearned for love.

The sound of a loud thud out in the hall had you shooting up out of bed, reaching over in your nightstand and fumbling for your letter opener before you approached your front door, where whoever had crashed outside still remained, their audible heavy breathing permeating through the dark silence of your apartment. Chills spread throughout your whole body as a soft knocking at your front door followed a few moments later.

Gripping the letter opener tightly and holding it up in front of you to defend yourself, you threw the door open to see who dared to show up at your front door at this late hour. What you saw on the other side had you dropping your feeble excuse for a weapon the second your eyes met.

"Loki?" You inwardly winced at the hoarse sound of your voice as you said his name. This wasn't real. This couldn't be. You were losing your sanity, imagining him here with you.

There was no one there.

He breathed your name in what sounded like relief, taking a step toward you with his arms outstretched as if you pull you towards him. "Stop," you cried out holding your hand out as if it had the power to make him stay exactly where he was. "Don't. You're not here. You can't be. You said I was never going to see you again, you left--"

Any words you had left died on your tongue the second he closed the distance between you and wrapped you in his arms. "I know. I know. I'm so sorry, my darling." You found yourself breaking into more sobs as you felt yourself leaning in to his hold, an arm wrapping around you to hold you up, his other hand gently stroking your hair as you felt him press a kiss to the top of your head. "I tried to make it back to you as fast as I could."

"Why are you here?" you mumbled against his chest, your hands tightly clenching into fists holding on to the fabric of his shirt, as if you could hold him there if you did so. "And since when do you knock?"

"Since today, sweet girl. I no longer hold my powers. What held me back from returning to you was not another assignment, but rather a ritual. My final ritual." He tucked his fingers under your chin, tilting your head gently so you could look up at him. "I am no longer a member of the Incubi, darling."

"What are you now, then?" Tears kept escaping your eyes with every blink, most of you still refusing to believe that this was real. Even as you placed your hands tentatively on his shoulders, giving a slight squeeze and still finding yourself surprised that you even grasping solid matter to begin with. "Because I'm still not convinced you're real."

Your heart sputtered in your chest as he pressed his lips to your forehead. "I'm here, precious mortal. I'm real and I'm here." He took a look around the apartment, a broken sigh escaping his lips as he saw the kitchen counter, the lone candle and lighter still laying on top. "Were you going to make another wish?"

"I wanted to." You kept your eyes trained to the floor now, afraid that if you looked at him a moment longer you would either burst into more tears or blurt out how you felt about him.

"What stopped you?"

"What was the point?" you scoffed. "I wish for them to bring you back only for you to leave again?" You let out a mirthless chuckle, the ache in your heart worsening as you felt him pull you into a tighter embrace. "I already went through the pain of losing you I wasn't exactly keen on doing it again." He cradled your head against his chest, giving yourself permission to relish in the feeling even for just a few short moments and finding yourself a touch startled when you could hear his own heart beating rapidly; you hadn't been able to before.

"You don't need a wish to bring me back to you anymore," he murmured against the top of your head. "To answer your question of what I am now…I can't be too sure. All I know is I am no longer immortal. I have but one mortal lifetime to spend how I desire. There is no longer a will in this world stronger than my own that determines who I am tethered to. Starting tonight I am free to choose my own path and…that would answer your final question. Why I am here." You let out a shuddering breath as you felt his fingers weaving through your hair, his lips pressing kisses to your temple, down your cheek, and stopping at the corner of your mouth. "Y/N, I'm here for you. I'm here because I have chosen who to tether myself to for this mortal lifetime and what ever may come after, and I've chosen you."

Words began to fail you at his admission, at this potential new reality of him getting to stay with you. With no more fear of someone or something taking him away because he was summoned elsewhere. Of him surrendering an infinite number of days for a finite lifetime with you.

It painted a beautiful picture. A life that felt so perfect that it couldn't have possibly been crafted for you. A dream masquerading itself as reality so that you could wake up and fixate on what was possible instead of what already was. All you could do as the words refused to form was to let out a near incoherent utterance of the final question that burned in your soul with every word that slipped through his unfairly perfect lips.

Why would he do such a thing?

"Why?" He guided your gaze back to him, his eyes shining with tears of his own. "Are you truly asking that, sweet girl?" More tears rolled down your cheeks as your eyes squeezed shut when he leaned in, pressing his lips to yours in a tender kiss, much like he did the previous night.

Like he did the previous night.

The hissing thought made you recoil against him, the motion making him immediately release you, a panicked and apologetic look in his eyes, the pain in them apparent as he watched you step back from him. "I'm sorry," he breathed out, arms still reaching out toward you, fingers twitching as if there was an ache in him similar to the one you'd felt all day.

"Last night you kissed me and then you disappeared." The words rushed out of you, nearly garbling together with how fast you were trying to talk, every part of you on high alert, afraid that he would vanish again. "I don't want you to kiss me if it means you'll leave again."

A large part of you felt pathetic hearing your own words ringing in your ears, desperation lacing every sound that escaped your mouth. For so long you'd convinced yourself that you needed nothing and no one, and now here you were practically telling the former demon that if he left you again it would rip you apart.

Any other words that may have been lingering at the tip of your tongue died when he walked over to you, lifting you into his arms and walking you both further into your apartment, setting you down onto the kitchen counter so that your faces were level with one another. A shudder ran through your body as you felt his fingers lightly touching the backs of your knees, thumbs stroking the bare skin of your legs as he stepped between them.

A faint whimper pierced the silence of your apartment when he pressed his lips to yours again in a soft, fleeting kiss. "I'm not going anywhere," he murmured against your skin, kissing a trail down to your neck. "I'll never leave you again." You let out a broken moan as his fingers moved aside the neckline of your shirt, tracing his lips along your collarbone, whispering into your skin, "I love you."

You finally felt the cold that cruelly kept you company all day withering away at his words, relief flooding you as a smile pulled at the corners of your mouth. "You're staying?" His whispered yes may as well have been etched into your skin, your heart swelling as you felt him smiling against you when you wrapped your arms and legs around him, pulling him to you as close as you could manage. "Good. The next time someone tries to take you away from me I demand a fighting chance. Because I love you, too."

The air left your lungs in a little squeak as Loki lifted you into his arms once more and off the counter, capturing your lips in a frantic kiss that had you moaning into each other's mouths as he walked the familiar path back to your bedroom. "I was told last night that if I'd tried to love you the way I ached to while I was still a demon that I would have killed you. Depleted you of your life force."

You shouldn't have felt intrigued by the prospect; in fact, fear should have entered your system right about now at the mere thought of being alone with someone who could have ended you in such a carnal manner.

Yet somehow you'd never felt safer than you did at this moment, as he laid you down gently on your bed, his larger frame hovering just above yours as he resumed kissing along your collarbone. "While we need not worry about that any longer, I think it best we still take precautions." You could feel your pulse thundering in your ears as he kissed a path down your clothed torso, stopping above your heart as his roaming hands gave the sides of your hips a light squeeze. "We'll go slow, darling. For now."

The only response you could manage was a mute nod, your breaths coming out in jagged exhales as he pressed his lips to yours once again, fingers working their way to the hem of your shirt and lifting the fabric above your hips. He made quick work to slide your panties down your legs before gliding his hand up your inner thigh, the light touch already causing you to whimper against his mouth. "Loki please--"

Any words that would have followed were overtaken with a piercing moan that echoed in the darkness of your bedroom as long dexterous fingers met your slicked folds, easily working themselves into your entrance and coating his digits in your arousal in slow, sensuous strokes. "If you knew how I've longed to have you like this, my love," he whispered, repeatedly pressing his lips to your cheek and temple in soft kisses. "How I've fought against the urge to seduce you for months."

"Why -- oh f-fuck -- why didn't you?" Your question came out in breathy sighs as his fingers curled up and began to stroke against that soft spot inside you that had only been found prior by your own hand. With the aid of toys that had been locked away and unused for months since the night he came into your life. "I wouldn't have said no."

"Fear, my love." He let out a groan as your hips arched against his touch, driving his fingers deeper into you. "I've driven others I did not even care for to utter madness. I dared not think what I would do to the woman I love."

The mixture of his candid words and the way his fingers never faltered in their movements inside of you made a thrill run down your spine, making your body shake and push you closer to the peak of your climax. Words had all but completely failed you, the only utterance that even held a modicum of coherence being a whimpered 'I love you' as a heat consumed you, his pace becoming unrelenting as he chased toward the peak of your pleasure and shuddered whispers of your name and his mirrored sentiments were murmured into your skin.

"Let go, my darling," he groaned against your neck, proceeding to suck a bruise onto your collarbone and making your hips shoot off the bed as he placed this thumb against your clit and rubbed in slow, tight circles. "Let me feel you come undone."

It was like you felt flames licking along your body as you came with a trebling scream of his name, feeling your walls clenching and fluttering around his digits as he eased you off of your high with unhurried strokes against that same soft spot. You didn't bother holding back the whimper that escaped you when he withdrew his fingers from inside you, the sound of his zipper being undone sending another thrill up your spine in anticipation for what you knew would come next.

Once you felt the head of his length at your entrance, the only sound that came out of you was a whiny moan of his name, repeatedly pleading for more. "If anything feels amiss tell me right away and we'll stop," he warned, letting out a sinful groan as he inched deeper inside of you. "Promise me, Y/N."

You could only manage to nod your head as you made a weak attempt to wrap your legs around him and pull him closer to you, your hands clawing to his back and your lips kissing any spot within your reach. "I promise." The sounds of your moans filled the room as he finally brought his hips flush against yours, completely sheathing himself inside you. "You won't break me," you tried to reassure him in panted breaths. "I trust you."

You hadn't lost your sanity that night like he'd feared. No matter how many times he made love to you as the hours passed. The only thing that had been "lost" had already been his for a good long while.

Your heart.

Six months later

"Hey Y/N. You could take off early today if you feel like it. I personally wouldn't want to spend my birthday at work if I can help it."

You looked up from your desk in your office to see your new boss, Susan, poking her head in through the open doorway. Somehow no matter the mood that the day had taken on, she always found a way to lighten it even by a touch. And in truth, you owed the woman a great deal; she'd been the one to notice that you'd been working yourself nearly bone dry at your previous station and being horribly under compensated for your efforts because your former supervisor had been conveniently 'forgetting' to include your name when sharing the rewards that your team was reaping from your outputs.

So she took matters into her own hands and gave you his job. And his office. And even a little bit more than his salary.

"Thanks, Susan. I'm just gonna send over these reports to you for the month and then I'll head out." A couple of keystrokes later and the reports in question were now in her inbox. "Aaaaand sent." The sound of your office phone ringing made you start in your chair, the caller ID reading 'Reception' and making you give your superior a gesture as if to say 'excuse me' before picking up the receiver. "Hey Janice. What's up?"

"Miss Y/L/N, you have a visitor here," she stammered, her breathy tone evident even through the phone line.

"Tell him I'm on my way out, Janice. Thanks." You chuckled at the schoolgirl giggle that escaped the young woman before you could hang up the receiver, facing your boss with a beaming grin as you turned off your computer for the weekend. "Looks like that's my cue."

She snuck a quick peek at the man waiting for you by the door. "Alright Y/L/N, you gotta throw me a bone here. Where did you find him and does he have a brother? Or a best friend? Or a single dad?"

Without fail, her sentiment had you letting out a hearty laugh, knowing full well that every time she asked these questions, you'd always only answered her with the truth. "I told you, Susan. I made a wish and he just poofed into my life. Like magic."

"Okay but where did you make the wish? Maybe I'll luck out and bump into my own dream boat, I just have to walk around the same part of town."

As you walked out of your office, you placed a hand on her shoulder. "Would you believe me if I told you my bedroom?" you answered with a saucy wink.

Her jaw dropped at the answer she most likely interpreted as anything other than what really happened. "Ohh fuck me running, he's your neighbor? You really won the lottery didn't you?" That had you laughing a touch louder than usual, coming to accept that no matter how truthful your words would be, she would likely never see it as anything other than comical euphemisms and a form of evasion.

When you were close enough to get a good look at the former demon that was waiting for you at the end of the hall, you could feel your heart sputtering in your chest. No wonder Janice was a flustered wreck, you thought to yourself, eyeing Loki's towering frame clad in a phthalo green dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up, tucked into onyx slacks, his raven hair pulled back in a half bun with a few tendrils loose and seamlessly framing his devastatingly handsome face.

"There you are, darling," he spoke with an unmistakable adoration in his tone, his arm already outstretched towards you as you began to approach him faster so you could step into his embrace.

"Guess I'll see you on Monday," Susan spoke from beside you, slowing her pace and waving as she watched you walk off to your boyfriend. You could only manage to throw her a half-hearted glance and a wave back before you were pulled into a warm embrace.

"Here I am," you answered his words playfully as you looked up at him, your chin snugly resting against his chest. "Hi."

Glaringly envious eyes seemed to follow you as you walked home with him hand in hand, never once breaking stride as he asked you questions about your day, a smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth when you stated that this birthday was leagues better than your last.

"Would that be because your mother finally remembered on the right day?" he prodded with an audibly amused lilt in his voice, quickly switching sides with you before crossing the street so he would be on the side of oncoming traffic.

"Please, she probably started actively forgetting after the way I chewed her out last time we spoke," you snorted, beginning to slow your stride as you reached the final stretch toward your apartment building. "My sister called, though. Still doesn't believe you're real. Then again…probably my fault because I keep telling her the truth of how we met and let's be honest, if anyone told me that same story I'd ask them what they were on and if they could give me some."

As you walked down the hallway leading to your apartment, he slowed his steps to a halt and took you by the waist, maneuvering you until your back was flush against the wall and he was staring down at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Then what was it exactly that made this day leagues better than last year, my love?"

"You really wanna hear me say it, huh?" Your smile threatened to split your face in two as he leaned in closer to you, your lips mere inches apart.

"I do."

"I have you," you breathed out, your whimper muffled as he captured your lips in a tender kiss that threatened to steal your breath away. You let out a squeal and giggled against his lips when he wrapped his arm around you and lifted you off the ground, walking you the remaining distance to your apartment and opening the door with his free hand.

"Keep your eyes closed for me, darling," he whispered, pressing one final tender kiss to your lips before setting you back down on your feet and taking your hands in his. "Do you trust me?"

"With my life."

His hands squeezed yours lightly, thumbs stroking the backs of your hands as he guided you through your home with careful steps. A smile once again stretched across your face when he placed one of your hands flat on the cold granite countertop of your kitchen. "One year ago you made a wish at this very spot that changed the course of our lives. The wish that brought me to you and made me realize that centuries of merely existing in this plane in small doses was not tantamount to a life lived.

"Y/N coming into your life started my own. The time I have spent with you had me living through the uniquely wondrous experience of yearning for someone even if you were mere feet away. Of waiting for the moment you walked through the door so I could hold you again. Of falling in love and getting to know the extraordinary feeling of being loved in return." You let out a contented sigh as he pressed a tender kiss to your lips once again, freeing his hold on you to place his hands at your side and turn you to face the counter when he pulled away.

You heard the sound of the lighter click and the warmth of its fire, the light crackling of a candle wick faintly registering in your ears. His hand took yours once more and placed a small piece of paper inside, your breath hitching in anxious curiosity on what exactly it was he was doing.

"This is my wish. My plea," he said softly, sighing against your skin as he pressed his lips to your temple. "When I tell you to, I want you to open your eyes, blow out your candle, and then read the paper. This is all I want." Your heart was pounding in your chest as he echoed your words from last year, the urge to open your eyes becoming stronger by the seconds that ticked by agonizingly slow. "Open them," he finally said, the hesitance in his tone louder than the words themselves.

When you opened your eyes, you were met with a cupcake not unlike the one you bought for yourself that fateful day, a striped green candle burning at the center. You took a breath and blew out the flame, unfolding the scrap of paper in your hand, your pulse thundering in your ears as you read the words he'd written out: Please say yes.

The sight that greeted you when you turned to face him stole the air from your lungs: Loki down on one knee, holding up a ring box that housed a gold ring with two emeralds and a diamond in between. "Becoming bound to you the first time was the single best thing to happen in my years of existence," he began, his tone unwavering even as tears shone in his eyes. "It would be my honor and privilege to be bound to you again for the rest of our lives. As your husband. Your partner. Y/N…" His voice broke as he spoke your name. "Will you marry me?"

Tears began to roll down your cheeks as you tried to blink them away frantically, trying to clear your vision as you nodded your answer, finding yourself unable to speak without breaking into sobs as you repeatedly whispered, "Yes."

The world around you faded into nothing but noise in the background as he placed the ring on your finger before lifting you into his arms and pulling you in for a kiss that had your heart swelling, a warmth and a calm washing over you as you felt that you could finally put into words what you felt when you were with him. Home.

Best. Birthday. Ever.

A/N: Aaaaaaaand that's another request off the list 😮‍💨🫡 I hope y'all liked my take on Incubus!Loki and the light sprinkling of smut I put in there (because of course I would he was a sex demon after all), and where I took their story in the end 🥹 Honestly I was planning on ending it with the smut and then I got the idea of what they would do for her next birthday and the proposal just followed 😅

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Loki taglist: @calumance @severuslovebot @moonlightreader649 @i-stand-with-loki @nixymarvelkins @cheekyscamp @lokisgoodgirl @purplegrrl27 @thedistractedagglomeration

'summoned pt2' taglist: @undertalegirl14 @yukio369 @vanana03 @lokisgoodboy

#loki smut #loki x reader #loki x reader smut #loki x female reader #loki fanfiction #loki imagine #loki fanfic #muddyorbs writes #fic requests

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murdrdocs · 1 year

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5K/6K CELEBRATION

first of all, thank you for 5k and for 6k, so close together, too! it seriously means a lot. if you read for my blog, i want to also bring attention to other blogs and works that i like, and sometimes draw inspiration from! really work through this list and these blogs, show everyone here love !! xx

ꕥ represents no smut

ao3

mcu

: ̗̀➛ caroldantop's i could be your favorite girl

¡! ❞ wanda maximoff, babysitting, infidelity, milf!wanda

: ̗̀➛ talklokitome's the chase

¡! ❞ loki laufeyson, sex pollen, asgardian nature, hunter/prey, jotun heat

: ̗̀➛ endlessreverie's luck be a lady

¡! ❞ loki laufeyson, 1960s, vegas casino, loki is "some guy"

: ̗̀➛ con_fection's violence and intimacy are the only universal languages

¡! ❞ james "bucky" barnes, mean!bucky, so much just read it

: ̗̀➛ bellesque's sweet dreams

¡! ❞ loki laufeyson, incubus, creative sex, legit just read it

- ,,

star wars

: ̗̀➛ anon's this is where the fun begins

¡! ❞ anakin skywalker & obi wan kenobi, sharing is caring, voyeur anakin

: ̗̀➛ therealmaxrebo's a practical lesson in patience

¡! ❞ obi wan kebobi, some anakin akywalker, dom!obi wan

: ̗̀➛ laserbrain's exposure.

¡! ❞ anakin skywalker, public sex, possessive anakin

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detroit: become human

: ̗̀➛ precursor's deviant behavior

¡! ❞ connor, changed my entire life, one of my favorite fics of all time

: ̗̀➛ chaos_thirium's in dreams he came

¡! ❞ connor, incubus, monster fucking

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misc

: ̗̀➛ tinybluewitch's nothing's gonna hurt you baby

¡! ❞ carmen "carmy" berzatto, angst, slow burn, smut

: ̗̀➛ lettalady's a turn of the knife

I ¡! ❞ hugh "ransom" drysdale, very autumnal

: ̗̀➛ honeycombstrawberry's you are the only one

¡! ❞ adrian chase, fake/pretend relationship, haven't read yet tbh

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misc

: ̗̀➛ babbushka's poolside

¡! ❞ philip "flip" zimmerman, slightly public sex, protective husband flip

: ̗̀➛ hanasnx's final girl

¡! ❞ anakin skywalker, alternate universe, ghostface!anakin, murder

: ̗̀➛ matchmorphosis' hello, cowgirl

¡! ❞ carmen "carmy" berzatto, inspired me to get cowgirl boots

: ̗̀➛ carmybear's assembly required

¡! ❞ carmen "carmy" berzatto, established relationship, soft!carmy

: ̗̀➛ rassvetsky's carry you away with me

¡! ❞ carmen "carmy" berzatto, needy carmen >

: ̗̀➛ jangofctts's hot venom

¡! ❞ adrian chase, too much to mention, guided my adrian obsession

: ̗̀➛ love-toxin's shadysider sunshine

¡! ❞ tommy slater, one of my all time favorites, shower fucking, normal tommy

: ̗̀➛ keravnous' bathroom b!tch

¡! ❞ tangerine, bathroom sex, semi canon-complicit

nonpoppin's paul atreides works

¡! ❞ inspired me to write a 4k word essay about him

claireunoia's [8:00] mike wheeler

¡! ❞ mike wheeler, literally altered my brain chemistry

- ,,

mcu

: ̗̀➛ inklore's spectral tease

¡! ❞ druig, kept me afloat for months

: ̗̀➛ greenorangevioletgrass' only joy, only anguish

¡! ❞ druig, also kept me afloat for months

: ̗̀➛ silkscream's peter parker works

¡! ❞ just read them. all of them

- ,,

outer banks

: ̗̀➛ gxtitobxby's dark rafe blurb

¡! ❞ rafe cameron, changed my life, tw for dark!rafe and manipulation

: ̗̀➛ idcntlikedarkness's jj works ꕥ

¡! ❞ fueled my budding jj addiction, made me a jj lover, so srs

: ̗̀➛ folkloreslovechild's sweet nothing ꕥ

¡! ❞ soft!rafe cameron !!!, so so cute, literally my ideal scenario

: ̗̀➛ onsunnyside's innocent reader and jj

¡! ❞ jj maybank, drew inspiration from for 'teaching ethan how to kiss', love love love

: ̗̀➛ storiesbound's halley's comet

¡! ❞ rafe cameron, so super soft rafe, changed my life

: ̗̀➛ bettysupremacy's summer girl

¡! ❞ soft!rafe cameron prevails, channeling this when i go to isle of palms,

: ̗̀➛ forevermoreharrington's i looked at you like the stars that shine

¡! ❞ rafe cameron, love rafe begging for forgiveness,

- ,,

stranger things

: ̗̀➛ wtfsteveharrington's tequila & strawberry lip gloss + others

¡! ❞ robin buckley, steve harrington, smut with many feelings

: ̗̀➛ luveline's zombie apocalypse works ꕥ

¡! ❞ steve harrington, alternate universe, so cute

- ,,

scream

: ̗̀➛ slxsherr's feeling like i never should

¡! ❞ charlie walker, kirby reed, opened my eyes to charlie

: ̗̀➛ castieltrash's the devil has come home

¡! ❞ charlie walker, needy virg charlie>

: ̗̀➛ msgorrilagripcoohie's generous, tunnel vision, after hours

¡! ❞ chad meeks-martin, so chad the characterization is so good

blogs

: ̗̀➛ @fleurfairie

: ̗̀➛ @arachine

: ̗̀➛ @idcntlikedarkness

: ̗̀➛ @forevermoreharrington

: ̗̀➛ @neo-novaa

#𓆩♡𓆪 𝗰𝗲𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗲 𝗰𝗲𝗹𝗲𝗯𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗲𝘀 𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 𝟱𝗸/𝟲𝗸 #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank fic recs #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron fic recs #loki laufeyson x reader #loki laufeyson fic recs #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin skywalker fic recs

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deepdisireslonging · 1 year

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🎃Spooky Masterlist🎃

Happy Halloween!

Here is a collection of my horror and Halloween/autumn themed fics with our favorite characters. And feel free to comment on this post with more recommendations from your favorite writers!

A = Angst F = Fluff S = Smut AR = Answered Request

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Wrestling:

Aleister Black - Into the Darkness (Challenge, Highlander Immortals AU)

Cesaro/Claudio - Rain Check (F, A, Book/Coffee Shop AU)

Elias - Perfect Autumn Day (AR, F)

Finn Balor

- Sister in Arms (Short Series)

- Trick and Treats (Finn/R/Noam Dar, AR, S)

Jon Moxley - Bite Me (Vampire!Mox, A, Horror)

Roman Reigns - Taste of Terror (S, Horror, Vamp!Roman)

Rosemary - Doubt Comes In (AR, A, F, S, F|F)

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Supernatural:

Dean Winchester

- Not Only in Dreams (Demon!Dean, A, S)

- Simple Demon, Simple Pleasures (Demon!Dean, S)

- In Heaven’s Eye (S, Challenge Fic, Demon/Angel AU)

Sam Winchester

- A Goodbye Ride (A, S, Tw: Dub-Con)

- On the Knife’s Edge (S, Dark!Fic)

- Please, Professor (S, Incubus AU, TW: Dub-Con)

SPN History Challenge: A Werewolf in Whitechapel

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Marvel:

Bucky Barnes - Caught in Moonlight (Kink: Werewolf AU; S)

Loki

- Life Bite (S, Vampire!Reader)

- Dream Control (A, F, Challenge Fic, Demon/Angel AU)

- Defiance is Strength (Dark!Fic, A, F)

Steve Rogers

- To Love the Night (Vampire!Steve AU, Challenge Fic, S)

- Costume Party (S, Ficlet)

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DC:

Dick Grayson - The Best of Darkness (S)

Jason Todd - Don’t Make Me Love You (Angel/Demon AU, A, F, Challenge)

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Other:

Geralt of Rivia (The Witcher) - Lie to Me (F, S, A)

The Big Masterlist

#halloween fiction #reader insert #reader insert fanfiction #wwe x reader #aew x reader #supernatural x reader #winchester x reader #marvel x reader #avenger x reader #dc x reader #batfam x reader #spooky #halloween #horror #dark!fic #vampire!au #werewolf!au #demon!au

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holdmytesseract · 2 years

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(I know this starts kind of like a smut request but trust me it's really not one, my apologies) So Loki is an incubus and is summoned by Reader, he gets all seductive and tells her that he will grant her anything she wants as a reward for summoning him. Now here's the twist: Reader only did the ritual because she was curious about what would happen and the only thing she asks for is lots of wholesome cuddles, head pats and forehead kisses.

Loki is taken aback but once it starts he realizes that it actually feels nice? And notices that Reader is actually touch-starved and longs for that kind of wholesome intimacy so he goes all soft for her.

Congrats for the 500 followers! 🥳🥳

Hi there, kind nonny! Thank you for your sweet words and for requesting. I read your request over and over again, tried to get inspiration and put myself in the situation of the Reader. Unfortunately, I never wrote Incubus!Loki before and I have to admit, that it's foreign terrain for me. I am honestly a bit lost. It's no smut, yeah, but I'm somehow a bit afraid of fucking this up, because I'm lacking knowledge. Do you know what I mean? I hope you can understand that and I am really truly sorry.

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rookthorne · 1 year

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The Woodland was your home, it was a place of safety and seclusion — you had liked it that way, you were free to care for the forest and the many creatures that also called it home. That all changed the day a Viking rode the path and ventured close, closer than any before him; bridging the gap built by your kind and his, in the most unexpected of ways.

⠈⠂⠄⠄ 𝑪𝑶𝑳𝑳𝑬𝑪𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵 𝑷𝑨𝑰𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑮 ⇁ Viking!Bucky Barnes x Fae!Reader

⠈⠂⠄⠄ 𝑪𝑶𝑳𝑳𝑬𝑪𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵 𝑲𝑬𝒀 ⇁ 𝐀 + 𝐖 + 𝐃 + 𝐅 + 𝐒

⠈⠂⠄⠄ 𝑪𝑶𝑳𝑳𝑬𝑪𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵 𝑭𝑰𝑪 𝑪𝑶𝑼𝑵𝑻 ⇁ 7

⠈⠂⠄⠄ 𝑪𝑶𝑳𝑳𝑬𝑪𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵 𝑾𝑶𝑹𝑫 𝑪𝑶𝑼𝑵𝑻 ⇁ 8,330

⠈⠂⠄⠄ 𝑪𝑶𝑳𝑳𝑬𝑪𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵 𝑵𝑶𝑻𝑬 ⇁ This has been a passion project, and it wouldn't have happened if it weren't for @sgt-seabass and her ever brilliant and talented mind. Thank you for helping me create this world, my love.

⠈⠂⠄⠄ 𝑪𝑶𝑳𝑳𝑬𝑪𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵 𝑷𝑳𝑨𝒀𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑻 ⇁ 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄

⠈⠂⠄⠄ 𝑨𝑹𝑪𝑯𝑰𝑽𝑬 𝑶𝑭 𝑶𝑼𝑹 𝑶𝑾𝑵 ⇁ 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐤𝐨𝐠𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── 𝐊𝐄𝐘 ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

— 𝐀 = angst — 𝐖 = whump — 𝐈 = sick fic — 𝐃 = dark — 𝐃² = dead dove — 𝐏 = poly — 𝐊 = kid fic — 𝐅 = fluff — 𝐒 = smut

These are in timeline order - this is subject to change as I add entries.

⇁ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐢𝐟𝐭 ⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄ 𝐅

Fae folk had lived on this land since time immemorial, but for all the time you had lived in your little nook of the woodland, you had only seen one man brave the trail. And for his kindness to all who lay in his path, creature and legend alike, you wanted to give the hunter a gift.

⇁ 𝐀 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐫'𝐬 𝐄𝐦𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞 ⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄ 𝐅

Time had passed since you last saw the Viking galloping down the trails, and in his absence, your heart grew steadily fonder of the stranger — of his kindness, his softness. Fate, however, knew of this and sent a gift of its own your way, in the form of a proud steed, ridden by your Viking.

⇁ 𝐀 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐧 𝐌𝐮𝐧𝐝 ⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄ 𝐅

Bucky’s embrace was something you had never expected to feel, nor crave, and as fate had it, Bucky himself would not let you go — not now, not ever.

⇁ 𝐆𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐄𝐝𝐞𝐧 ⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄ 𝐅

Your haven had one last surprise in store for Bucky, and you were keen to see the wonder in the brute’s eyes once he finally cast his eyes upon the beauty of your Eden.

⇁ 𝐅𝐮𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐁𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐤𝐢𝐫 ⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄ 𝐀 + 𝐖 + 𝐃 + 𝐅

War thrummed through the blood of a Viking warrior, it was a known phenomenon, and it wasn’t to be questioned nor tested. But what lay beneath the surface of your Viking was far more than that, and his wrath would be a testament to Tyr in his vengeance.

⇁ 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐧 𝐒𝐞𝐠𝐠𝐫 ⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄ 𝐅

Thieves came in many different forms — from Loki to a simple villager, or to a horse with the mind of a trickster and a heart of gold.

⇁

⇁ 𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐀𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭 ⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄ 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲

⇁ 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐀𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭 ⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄ 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲

⇁ 𝐀𝐬𝐤 𝟏 ⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄ Dark? Dark.

⇁ 𝐀𝐬𝐤 𝟐 ⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄ Bucky Bear and his Little Mouse

⇁ 𝐀𝐬𝐤 𝟑 ⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄ I am collecting souls... jk

⇁ 𝐀𝐬𝐤 𝟒 ⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄ Favourites.

⇁ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐢𝐟𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐊𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐆𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 ⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄ 𝐅 + 𝐒

Some birthday smut.

⇁ 𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲… ⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄ 𝐅 + 𝐒

A choice that I would not make, so why not both Incubus!Bucky and Viking!Bucky?

#bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x f!reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x female reader #bucky x f!reader #bucky x reader #viking bucky #masterlist #rookthorne’s works

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clandestineloki · 1 year

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Hello!!! I love your work so much, makes me horny af. Read cold flower and instantly transcended. I was wondering if I could inspire you to write something about fae!Loki who is intent on paying back spicy but subby reader who saved him! Size kink and cum kink? And only if it's ok with you ofc!!

AHAHAHAHAH THANK UU

i actually have a lot of WIPs and might not be able to handle more, sorry :(( but my WIPs have the same vibes as cold flower:

-a bucky x loki x reader threesome fic where loki bets you in a poker game with bucky and intentionally loses when he sees how flustered you are around bucky

-a sleep paralysis demon and incubus loki x reader smut

-president loki who finds out his baby absolutely folds when praised and degraded

thank you for this very sweet ask! (⁠•⁠ө⁠•⁠)⁠♡

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frostbitten-written · 2 years

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Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: Loki (TV 2021), Loki (Marvel Comics), The Avengers (Marvel Movies), The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Loki (Marvel)/Reader, loki & original female character, Loki (Marvel)/Original Female Character(s), Loki (Marvel) & Original Female Character(s), Incubus Loki / OFC, Incubus Loki & OFC Characters: Loki (Marvel), Incubus - Character, Incubus Loki - Character, Reader, Original Female Character(s), Original Characters Additional Tags: Incubus Loki (Marvel), Watching Someone Sleep, Sleep Sex, Sleeptalking, Sleep Groping, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, Sleeping Beauty Elements, Crystals, Halloween, Halloweek, Amulets, Magic, Sex Magic, Sex Dream, Vivid Sex Dream, Touching, Senses, Sensual Play, Breathplay, Demon Sex, Edgeplay, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Masturbation, Tail Sex, Tails, Doggy Style, Multiple Sex Positions, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Orgasm Denial, Orgasm Control, Late at Night, things go bump in the night, Tongues, Degradation, Dom/sub Undertones, Light Dom/sub, Dom/sub Play, BAMF Loki (Marvel), Dom Loki (Marvel), Top Loki (Marvel), Panties, Lace Panties, Panty Kink, Mating Bites, Love Bites, Claiming Bites, Animalistic, Incorporeal Sex, Curses, Curse Breaking, Witch Curses

Summary:

As a last-minute attempt to prepare for Halloween, Kanika visits a mysterious Halloween pop-up shop with a friend. Feeling drawn to an antique amulet, her purchase leaves her with an intense sense of need. As each night progresses, she is haunted by visions of a mysterious man, calling her name, summoning her presence, until finally, something (or someone) goes bump in the night.

Preview (Part 2):

“Who are you,” she whispered again, growing weak in the knees, throbbing intensely between her legs, because he was right; he did have an effect on her body, and she couldn’t control it... but she also didn’t want that control any longer.

Every nerve in her body lit up when he touched her, and she wanted to throw herself into the current so badly, his current. She wanted to give in to every last temptation he enticed her with, night after torturous night. She wanted to experience every last filthy act he promised.

“You already know my name, and very soon, you will be screaming it.” He had audacity, that’s for sure. Although cocky was never her thing, it fit him nicely.

“Then what are you?” His eyes flashed an iridescent green at that question, and his nostrils flared. One hand flew to her throat, each talon-like finger imprinting against her throat, and the other roughly grabbed her breast.

“I am your inner demon. I am your new master. I am Loki.”

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muddyorbsblr · 1 year

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Hello again! I'm the anon that made the incubus!Loki request. Sorry I forgot to mention that whether you want to make it smutty at the end or just keep it fluffy is up to you. Sorry for the intrusion 🙏🏼 I'll be now crawling back to my pillow fort pls don't mind me 😅😅😅

Greetings Anon, I have decided to end it with some smut (plus a whole lot more) for part 2 😄 Hope you like it!

Read Part 2 here

#anon requests #500 follower celebration

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sserpente · 4 years

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A/N: Are you ready? You better be. 😉 Requests from @fan-girly-girl and two anons. Enjoy, everyone!

Words: 3372 Warnings: smut, (slight) dub-con, Incubus!Loki

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Additional NSFW warnings: CMNF, forced orgasms

God of Mischief. Trickster. God of Lies. Incubus. You sucked up the written words with wide eyes like a vampire sucking a young woman’s blood.

The library was your safe haven to relax at after work, day in and out. You would spend hours browsing the bookshelves, discovering century year old gems. But nothing prepared you for what you found tonight and you were so caught up in the many stories about the Old Norse gods—especially Loki—that you never noticed how it got dark outside and the clock struck nine. The library was about to close.

“Jesus Christ, (Y/N)!” Mrs Bings was a loving lady in her mid-sixties. She had been running the library for more than twenty years. You knew each other well because of your daily visits—and it wasn’t the first time you almost gave her a heart attack. “It’s nine already, I’m closing now, darling.”

“Oh, wait, really? Already?” Eyes widening, you checked your watch. Shit, she was right. You had to be up early again tomorrow and you needed an hour at the very least to get back home by bus. “I’m sorry, Mrs Bings… I think I fell in love with this book.”

“Well then, take it home with you, darling. Off you go, my husband is waiting for me.” You smiled. You wished you had someone waiting for you to come home every evening.

But as you packed up your things, said goodnight to Mrs Bings and headed towards the nearest bus station, sadness overcame you; and the icy November weather did not exactly help. Your life really could do with a turn for the better. Every day you forced yourself out of bed and to a job you detested. Every month you struggled to pay your bills and buy food and every night you fell asleep in bed alone, without someone cuddling up to you, craving your touch and whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

So you fled. You fled from everyday life into paganism and witchcraft and found new strength in your beliefs. Your opinion had not altered when you read about the New York incident and even seen some footage—quite on the contrary. You had been excited your favourite god had been on Midgard.

You were struggling to keep your eyes open by the time you finally unlocked your door and kicked off your shoes. You hadn’t even had supper yet. With a sigh, you simply grabbed the leftovers from yesterday’s lunch from the fridge and made yourself comfortable on your bed, the book you had brought from the library opened and right in front of you.

Surely Mrs Bings had no idea what rare gem she had been keeping on her bookshelves. The book was old—really old. Some passages were written in Old Norse, some even in runes; among them… a summoning ritual? You chuckled. You had seen this in movies, it usually did not end well. Still, your eyes kept wandering back to the handwritten runes in the book times and times again.

Would it work? The spell aimed to ask the great Odin Alfather for his council but if you changed up the words… no. This was way too dangerous. Assuming it did work, would it be wise to summon Loki to your flat in the middle of the night? He was an Incubus, after all—and you had read enough about these creatures to know that if they took a liking into you…

You swallowed thickly. Did your… pussy just clench upon the thought of becoming Loki’s human love slave? Incubi fed on their victim’s sexual energy but they made no secret out of enjoying the act in the process. Once they chose you, you belonged to them, unconditionally and until they decided to release you again. Given an Incubus’ life span, that could easily be the rest of your life.

But then again… Loki was also a Norse God, the man who had once attempted to take over the planet you lived on. He was dangerous in so many different aspects and if you summoned him… how likely it be it would not anger him? You doubted he would take kindly in you offering him some hot chocolate and biscuits so he would tell you exciting stories about his life.

You wondered where he was at. Last time you had seen him, it was on TV, wreaking havoc in New York City. Was he still imprisoned? Had he escaped? It could be anything—and with every passing second, your curiosity grew. There was a high chance it would not even work. This book must have been centuries old. People from that time were very superstitious.

Muttering to yourself, you read the words. Your Old Norse language skills could be improved but at least, you knew how to read runes and pronounce everything correctly. No… no this wasn’t smart. You definitely wouldn’t do it.

Shutting the book loudly, you stood to put your now empty plate in the sink and then disappeared in the bathroom for a quick shower.

Twenty minutes later you returned to your bedroom, wearing nothing more than a towel. You were so deep in thought you never noticed there was something in the way as you headed for the bed to pick up your nighty—not until you crashed right into it. Rubbing your head with a moan you looked up—and froze.

There was a man standing in your bedroom—and it wasn’t just any man. It was Loki. Norse God of Mischief. Trickster. God of Lies. Incubus.

“Oh… my God…” Slowly, you took a few steps backwards, never taking your eyes off of him all the while clutching your towel so tightly your knuckles turned white.

“You were the one who summoned me then?” He said calmly. There was both scorn and anger swinging in his smooth voice. Gods… this couldn’t be happening. This couldn’t be real! You must have slipped in the shower and hit your head really hard… yes… yes, that must have been it.

But when Loki approached you in a most threatening manner and with that scrutinising, intimidating gaze, you knew it indeed was real. The summoning ritual had actually worked. But you had only muttered the words to yourself, quietly!

“For more than a thousand years, no mortal has ever dared summon me to Midgard like a common slave. Who are you?”

“I… I… I’m so sorry, I… I didn’t think it would actually work…” Loki’s eyebrows shut up. He nodded at the book on your bed.

“So you were messing with these ancient incantations for fun?” You swallowed thickly. No... no, not really. But you could hardly tell him you were infatuated with him after New York of all things, now could you? He would never believe you.

“How were you even able to read the words?”

“I… am… I am… a witch. I mean… I find strength and guidance in the old pagan ways. My name is (Y/N). I’m so sorry, Loki. I didn’t mean to anger you.” You confessed honestly.

The God of Mischief glared at you. Gods, he was even more handsome up close—even though in this very moment, he scared the shit out of you.

“I see,” he replied thoughtfully after a second. “And yet, this does not excuse you summoning me here… to this place. Unless you will make up for it?” Nonchalantly, he waved his hand. With a start, his entire demeanour… changed.

“W-what do you mean?”

Loki’s blue eyes wandered up and down your body. Hungrily. “You are aware, I suppose, of what I demand in return for my council?” He paused. “You know what I am, do you not, little witch?” Once again, you swallowed, stumbling backwards when he closed the rather small distance between you and had you pressed against your bedroom door—still wearing nothing more than that stupid towel.

Sex with Loki… sex with an Incubus… you couldn’t quite tell if he wanted to punish you or reward you… or maybe both? Loki knew you hadn’t swapped Odin’s name with his by accident… and unbeknownst to you he rather enjoyed that little fact. He was angry… but he had to admit, he was also… intrigued. You were rather pretty for a mortal… ravishing, even.

Loki inhaled deeply. He hadn’t given in to his most carnal desires in so long… as part-Frost Giant, he had never had to rely on sexual energy to survive. But every now and then… it did feel good. Incredibly good.

“Kneel,” he heard himself say dominantly, his mind already picturing you in a very erotic position. Your terrified little eyes widened for him.

“W-what?”

“I said kneel. You summoned me. Me. So worship your god. Kneel before me.” His tone allowed no contradiction but your knees would not have supported you any longer anyways. Breathing heavily, you did as you were told and looked up at him timidly.

“Undo my trousers.” You gulped. You knew what he wanted from you and you knew how to give it to him. Your heartbeat sped up, fear rushing through you like gushing water at the seashore. Fear and… arousal?

Your hands were shaking when you reached up to unbutton his leather armour, revealing a semi-hard, long and thick shaft you doubted you would be able to fit all the way into your mouth. Still, you caught yourself licking your lips in joyful anticipation. You had never seen such a beautiful cock. What would he taste like?

“Go on. I can see it flicker in your eyes. Pleasure me. Do it well and I will reward you. Now drop that towel.” He ordered hoarsely then. Heat was pooling between your legs when you obliged, unable to resist him. His blue eyes instantly darkened at the sight of your bare skin, exploring your body greedily, lingering just a bit longer on your breasts and your pussy.

Gods, what in the nine realms was wrong with you? You shouldn’t be this turned on, should you?

Why… oh why did the thought of this arouse you so much? He was an incubus. Loki would feed on you if you gave him what he demanded and yet… all you felt was pure excitement, ecstasy even. You had read an incubus’ scent alone was enough to seduce a woman and in some cases, even immobilise her for him to have his way with her.

And just because he was asking for you to pleasure him with your mouth, that did not mean you were the one in charge—oh, quite on the contrary.

Had he somehow jinxed you already? Or were… were you doing this out of your own free will?

You only knew one thing. You did not want to wait for this any longer.

Loki hissed when you leaned forward and closed your lips around his tip, tasting a bit of precum on your tongue. And he tasted addictive.

Braver now, you ran it around him, licking over the slit and studying his reactions to figure out what he enjoyed the most. You moaned against him when he threw his head back joyfully and grabbed a fistful of your hair; the vibrations of your voice making him shiver.

Oh, if your mouth already felt like you had been made for him, then how deliciously must your tight quim mould around him?

With an animalistic growl, he urged you on to take more of him, gently but firmly pushing his length down your throat until you gagged. He let you get used to his intrusion for a moment, and then when you started bopping your head up and down on him eagerly, he nearly lost any self-control he possessed.

Soon, he was fucking your mouth vigorously, almost losing his mind upon seeing your naked form at his feet, bringing him pleasure unlike he had ever felt it before. Who could have known mortals made such lovely pets? Such skilled love slaves?

Loki decided in that moment that he would keep you. He quite enjoyed your submissive and timid attitude in his presence and he bathed in the excitement he was filled with when he towered above you, intimidating you, claiming you.

Surely every now and then, he could arrange some visits to Midgard. You had summoned him after all.

The God of Mischief growled when he felt his orgasm crawl up his spine. Desperate for a first release, he grabbed your head with both hands, speeding you up.

By now, you were licking and sucking him relentlessly. He was hard, he was aroused. You had done that. It felt like you were in a trance of pure lust—and you wanted him, no, you needed him to cum for you.

You moaned, with relish, when you finally got him there. Loki was throbbing in your mouth as he came undone, ropes and ropes of his seed shooting down your throat. There was so much of it you were, in spite of how eager you were, unable to swallow it all. It dribbled down from between your lips, staining the corners of your mouth, your chin and even your chest.

Loki pulled away from you after he had ridden out his climax, admiring how he had marked you.

“Hmm, such a good girl.” He praised. Your heart skipped a beat as you looked up at him with big eyes. Your whole body was on fire. You needed him to fuck you right now.

“Please…”

“Please what, my little witch?”

“Please… please take me now. Please.” Loki smirked smugly.

“Begging me so nicely… who am I to deny you?” Without any forewarning, he pulled you to your feet again and pressed your naked body against the door once more. Effortlessly, he lifted you up so you had to wrap your legs around his hips. His palms on your butt cheeks felt like molten gold burning your skin.

Impatiently, you dug your nails into his shoulders. And Loki wasted no more time. His aching length—still hard and demanding more—pressed against your entrance, testing your wetness. You were positively dripping for him. You were ready to take him.

Your pleasured scream sounded like music in his ears when he buried himself inside you to the hilt, feeling your tight walls clench around him greedily.

Oh, you needed him as much as he needed you. Your body was already his and your mind would soon follow. He would be merciful tonight, generous even—and he would give you what you craved… he would give you so much more than that.

Loki started fucking you hard and roughly sensing your ecstasy, the Incubus part of him pumping more and more precum into you. It was like a toxin, an aphrodisiac. Oh, but it could do a lot more than just seduce you to give in to him.

His clothes were rubbing against your bare skin with every thrust, each one aiming for you both to come undone in pure bliss. Never before had you been so aroused. With every time he rocked into you frantically, you felt yourself tiptoeing closer and closer to the edge—rapidly.

Your walls were beginning to tighten around him, unwilling to let him leave your welcoming warmth.

“Oh God… I will…” Eyes falling shut and rolling to the back of your head, a high-pitched scream escaped your lips as your climax rippled through you, shooting waves of pleasure through your limbs. Loki grunted. He could practically feel his body sucking up your energy—it felt so good—almost as good as an orgasm.

“Don’t. Stop.” He demanded darkly. “Keep cumming. Again. Do it. Now.”

“L-Loki… I can’t…” You did not get to finish your sentence. For you could. You tensed up and held your breath when you came again, your body barely having recovered from your first high. Loki’s relentless thrusts intensified the sensations even more and still, he didn’t stop.

“Oh… fuck, Loki…”

Was this right? By the Norns and Valhalla… again and again, the God of Mischief forced you to orgasm for him, each and every climax even stronger than the next… or was it just one, long orgasm that never ceased to stop?

The endorphins were clouding your mind, like fog on a cold autumn morning. Helpless and drugged, you hang limp in Loki’s arms, letting him do with you as he pleased. One more, delicious but exhausting orgasm followed before he finally stilled, twitching against your still rhythmically contracting walls and filling you up with so much of his seed, you felt it running down your inner thighs with a tickling sensation as soon as he pulled out. You whimpered at the loss of his long shaft.

You would have dropped to the floor if it wasn’t for him to catch you and lift you up like a bride, cradling you in his arms.

“Shh… You did so well, my little witch.” He whispered tenderly. He lay you down on the bed, covering you with your blanket and then crawled on the mattress himself to pull you into his arms, spooning you.

Loki’s hand came up to stroke over your head reassuringly, an amused and yet somewhat loving smile playing on his thin lips upon your half-unconscious state.

Well, he thought. That is what you get for summoning an Incubus.

“Sleep now.” He muttered in your ear. “You will need your strength again soon.”

You still heard his promising words before you drifted off to a peaceful slumber, the most restful one in weeks. But there was a chance, you thought to yourself, you were already dreaming.

Never before had you felt so… alive in the morning. Something was different. It did not feel like an Incubus had fed on you. Quite on the contrary, it rather felt like Loki had given you energy rather than taken it.

Your bed was, apart from your own naked form, empty. He had already left then. Was it weird to be disappointed? It wasn’t like he would have stayed for blueberry pancakes and coffee. Still… you already missed him—his touch, his embrace, his dominant demeanour.

Biting your lower lip, you glanced at the old book on the floor. It had fallen off the bed last night, when Loki had tucked you in so gently your felt butterflies awakening in your belly when you remembered it. Would it, quite possibly, work if you summoned him again? Offered yourself to him again?

Anyways. You sighed. Work was calling—and you had a stressful day ahead of you. As it went by, painfully slow, however, you more and more began to suspect that none of this both erotic and intimidating adventure had been real after all. But no matter what you did, you could not get Loki out of your mind.

It was like he possessed your soul, like he had drugged you with his seed and you were now dependant on him to survive. Incubi did this sometimes—it was possible.

Or… perhaps you had fallen asleep reading the book and only dreamed that Loki had visited you, fucked you into oblivion and given you so, so many orgasms you had nearly passed out from all the pleasure your body was unable to handle?

It seemed surreal, to say the least. And if it had been real, so you told yourself while heading home after clocking out, summoning Loki again for an encore might anger him—you were only mortal, after all. He could have any beautiful Asgardian woman, any sorceress or goddess. Why would he want to claim you of all people? And if he did… you were in danger and not just physically…

Yes, you figured. It would be better if the infamous God of Mischief never returned to you again, for your sake.

Pessimism really was one of your greatest weaknesses. After a long shower which you hoped would wash some sense back into you, you headed to bed tiredly, snuggling in and practically burying yourself under your sheets.

His voice right behind you in the pitch black room startled you.

“Did you miss me, my little witch?” You held your breath. His tone was taunting. He knew you had.

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Sweet Dreams (Loki x Reader) Chapter 5: Smell

Parts: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 // Read on AO3.

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Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 7.4K woooo

Warning/Tags: Incubus Loki, Sex Pollen (sort of—surprise!!!), Dom/Sub Dynamics, Fingering, Hand Jobs, Bondage/Rope Bunny, Spanking, Dirty Talk, Edging/Orgasm Delay, slight Exhibitionist Kink, lil sprinklings of Cock Worship and Cum Facials, it’s filthy don’t tell me we’re surprised

A/N: This took a completely different direction than what I was planning during the early stages. Like it’s not even that centered around smell anymore but we’re gonna roll with it okay

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THE SILK TIES aren’t by your pillow or above your head where you expect them to be. Just like the previous night, they’re folded on your nightstand when you wake up.

It’s still too early for your brain to process how exactly they ended up there, so instead of falling into the rabbit hole of hypothesizing just what kind of magic Loki has, you swing your body over the side of the bed and make for the bathroom. Not even two steps forward, your muscles ache with the evidence that you finally got what you hoped for—or at least, something close to it. You haven’t exactly been fucked yet.

But ah, the sweet soreness. The greatest tangible reminder of a mind-blowing night. Last night. Touch.

Loki’s touch.

As you get into the shower, you replay the events of last night. Each drop of water that slides down your body is a reminder of the cold, melted ice cube that swirled around your breasts. Even the sigh that echoes in the bathroom is a reminder of your breathy pleas.

Your folds begin to slicken, and it’s not from the water.

You’re tempted to stay in this morning. Take a warm shower only to burrow back under the covers. It’s not that you’re tired—work on Fridays is always a little more relaxed, and everyone’s allowed to come in anytime as long as it’s before noon. You’ve sometimes taken advantage of that but you much prefer it if they let you out early.

Still, maybe it wouldn’t hurt to go back to bed.

What are the odds Loki would make an appearance?

You’ll lose momentum, the rational part of you counters. There’s a manuscript that’s sitting on your desk, desperate to be chucked into the “Done” pile. You just have two more chapters to go.

It’s just two chapters, the more physical part of you rebuts in turn. You can finish it in the afternoon, no sweat. Today, this morning, right now, the more important thing is Loki.

The smarter part of you flares up again, with a very good question armed and ready: but what if he doesn’t come?

You remember the time you slept like a baby through the night, wearing fucking lingerie for Loki, only for him to revisit you a week later. You’ve gotten stood up before, but even in your dreams? It’s embarrassing if it happens to you a second time.

You’re on autopilot, however, when you clamber back into bed and pull the duvet up to your chin. Thoughts of Loki and all his wicked words and ways fill every crevice of your mind. Emotions coupled with arousal crash over you, and with a shaky exhale your hand travels down between your legs.

The steady rhythm of your fingers, however, do not send you into orgasm—you drift back into sleep.

“Kitten?”

Your eyes snap open. In the hazy morning light that peeks through your curtains, you find Loki sitting cross-legged on the ottoman by the door.

Loki… here? Are you dreaming, or—wait, that wouldn’t—

Your brain hurts.

It’s so strange, seeing him here like this. Not cloaked in darkness, not illuminated by the moonlight—he’s an unfamiliar presence, almost otherworldly. A jarring image that sticks out from the normalcy and utter mundaneness of your room.

He cocks his head, lip curling in amusement as he regards you with wandering eyes. Uncrossing his long legs and leaving them spread open, he leans against the wall lazily.

“My, my, sweet. This is a pleasant surprise. A summons, at this hour.”

With a wave of his hand, the duvet falls away from you. Your heart leaps into your throat when you realize your hand is still buried between your legs. Loki’s eyebrows raise, the shock on his face equally as clear as his delight.

“A very pleasant surprise indeed.”

You’ve already pulled your hand away, but the mortification lingers in your system. Not for long though. The weight of the reality of Loki’s presence sinks in and your heart rate slows to normal.

“Summons?” You yawn, sitting upright to see him better. His pronounced features are more defined, crisper and clearer. He’s even more stunning like this. Breathtaking.

“I’m here, aren’t I?”

The simplicity of his statement jolts you awake. Or at least, as fully awake as you can be in this state.

He is here. At a time that isn’t in the wee, ungodly hours of the night. There’s fucking light outside, and even though he never said there were rules as to when he’d appear, you half expect him to spontaneously combust.

“I’d ask if I’m dreaming, but I don’t think the answer would be very helpful,” you mumble.

Loki lets out an amused huff, his green eyes twinkling at you. There’s something that looks eerily close to fondness in those eyes. A quiet undercurrent that you’re in no mood to analyze right now.

Yeah, the more time that passes with him in the room—dominant, unimposing, sexy—just makes you horny.

You’re not sure what takes over you when you slide off the bed, placing one foot in front of the other until you’re standing in front of Loki in your rather sheer nighttime ensemble. If you have him here, now, in the light of day, you want to burn this image before you into your brain. Commit every slope of his face, every fleck in his eyes, each line in his lips to memory.

“You’re a smart woman,” Loki tells you, one hand extending out to stroke your forearm. “You’ll figure it out.”

“Hmm.” You plant your knees on either side of him and sink your ass onto his lap. “Maybe later.”

The hand that was around your forearm slithers to cup your ass, closing the distance between you. His cock strains against his black pants and impulsively your eyes flick downwards to where your crotches meet.

You realize you haven’t seen it. Not yet, at least. You’ve felt how big he is, how strong and unyielding of a force of its own it is. How must it look? Feel against your naked skin, in your hand that’s tiny in comparison? How must it taste?

Oh. Oh, shit, just the idea of it makes your mouth water. Your lips wrapped around the head of his cock, swirling and sucking and hollowing your cheeks until he cums.

Fuck, his fucking cum.

While your gaze has been lingering on his erection for definitely more than a few good seconds, Loki’s hands are rubbing the sides of your ass in hypnotic circles. “What’s going on in that dirty little mind of yours, sweet?”

Cock cock cock cock cock. That’s what’s going on in your mind.

“I want to see you,” you say instead, pressing your cunt against his erection. “Please, Loki, l—”

“Now where did this confidence come from?” Loki’s tone shifts, his expression hardening along with something else. As if it were even possible. “You are a cock slut. My little cock slut. Do you want me to take you right now? Right here?” His strong forearm hooks behind your waist, knocking the air out of you and sending a shudder down your spine. “I am a patient man, and I had hoped you would be patient as well.”

Arousal, thick and hot, simmers in your belly. There’s something about now that makes you think this is more a game than anything else. One that you’re definitely willing to play.

“Please, it’s been so long.” Your voice comes out like a plea. An impertinent whine. “Please—just fuck me already.”

Loki exhales hard, tightening his grip around you, his pants practically about to burst at the seams. He stares into your eyes, tongue tracing the tips of his teeth before he brings your face close to his and hisses one harsh yet titillating word: “No.”

He holds you. Just like that, your bodies meshed together, separated by clothes, your breaths mingling as you hover millimeters away from him. You could kiss him. Rake your hands in his hair. He could slide his hands over your ass over and over. But Loki doesn’t do anything, which somehow—some-fucking-how—makes you want to be petulant.

With your eyes locked in a challenging gaze, you begin to rotate your hips on his twitching cock.

You watch his eyes widen minutely, pupils dilating, and the muscle in his jaw jumps. A small sense of victory sparks in you at his reaction, but you can’t relish the satisfaction because Loki’s lifting you off his lap, turning you around lightning fast as if you weigh nothing, so you’re straddling him with your butt to his crotch.

Maybe, you think as your breathing hitches when you realize you’re fucking naked, maybe this is your victory. This is what you wanted all along.

Loki snakes an arm around your waist and pulls you to his strong chest with an audible thump. His breathing comes heavy and labored by your ear while his hand claws at your breast. “When I say no,” he growls, pinching and rolling your nipple over and over, your juices beginning to leak onto his pants, “it means no. You cannot out-seduce me. Not yet.”

His hand glides down your abdomen until one finger swipes against your slit. Fuck, it makes you dizzy. You spread your knees wider, your neck falling back against his shoulder, as you flatten yourself so his fingers can reach inside you.

“Look at you. At this. You’re so fucking wet.” He shoves the pad of his finger against your clit roughly, and you nearly arch away from him at the sudden stimulation. But Loki has you in a hold of steel, unable to move even an inch away from him.

It vaguely registers that this is the first time you’ve heard him curse. Fuck, you think with a fresh rush of arousal, you want him to curse again.

“To the floor,” Loki commands, emphasizing his words with a firm push forward.

“What?”

“I’m sure you heard me the first time, sweet. To the floor.”

Loki holds your thighs as you bend forward, until your arms are braced against the soft gray rug. The upper half of your body hangs off Loki’s legs and slopes towards the floor, where your spine curves gently as your face and chest press into the rug. The thread tickles your breasts and goosebumps prick up on the skin surrounding it, spidering out and making you shiver. This is so new, so erotic in its novelty, that you don’t think it can get better.

But it does. Loki shifts your bottom higher, and your clit pulses painfully against his hard length. He brings your knees further apart, spreading you, until there’s a whisper of cool air against your blistering heat.

“Do you think you can tell me what to do?” He roughly grabs the meat of your ass, molding it against his hand and letting it bounce when he takes his hand way. “Tell me when to fuck you?”

You know it’s coming before it even happens. It’s like you’re in sync, in a spontaneous dance you both know the next steps to.

A loud and sharp smack fills the room, the familiar vibrations in this new angle causing you to contort your face as you hold back your moan. Loki can see your ass and your sopping cunt from where he sits, all on perfect display for his enjoyment. He deals another blow to your other ass cheek and then rubs his hand over the mounds of flesh with barely restrained strength.

“I decide.” He traces the swollen lips of your cunt, and you begin to writhe and whimper as he teases you ever so agonizingly with the tip of his finger. “Do you understand?”

“Y-yes,” you stutter, only to sharply mewl when Loki punctuates your response with another slap.

“Good. So you can scream, whine, beg me all you want, but you will take what I give you, when I give it to you. Let me make that crystal clear, sweet.”

Oh, it is. You really want to grind down on him—up, whatever direction—the logistics don’t matter as long as your cunt connects to his cock. He spreads your cheeks away and then towards your back, digging his fingernails into your soft flesh before he releases and smacks your bottom again, your toes curling.

“You will follow my orders when I give them, and you will not disobey me.”

There’s a polarizing debate that’s happening between your mind and your cunt right now: you’ve been pretty submissive up to now, and an obedient one at that. Maybe it’s because Loki’s here at a time that isn’t usual that makes you think that the rules don’t apply—or at least, there’s some leeway—but you want to deviate. Just a little. Just to see how far he’ll go.

Fuck, how horny are you?

Your dilemma of whether to grind or not is taken away from you, which, in the foggy depths of your mind you’re not sure if that’s a relief or a disappointment.

But Loki plunges two fingers knuckle-deep inside you without warning, leaving you with no coherent thoughts and a simple, broken, “Fuck!”

He curls his fingers around your warmth, hooking around to hit your G-spot as he pumps in a sinful rhythm that’s got you moaning his name into the rug. The friction on your breasts makes you wetter and you present your ass to him like a humble offering.

“This glorious pussy,” Loki mutters, hips flexing to grind into your clit for a torturous split second. He pumps faster and deeper, the sounds of your sex obscenely filling the room. Your fingers claw at the rug as your hips stutter skyward, trying to meet the rhythm of his fingers thrust for thrust.

“And my little cock slut.”

“Fuck, Loki, please—”

He slaps your ass crudely, fingers still wrecking you from the inside out, and you cry out in a muffled whine. Sweet mercy, that felt fucking good.

“No.”

He somehow manages to go even deeper at this angle, hitting spots you didn’t even know were there let alone would make you cry and beg hoarsely, all the while brushing against your clit with the base of his fingers. It’s like pure magic and sex and lust and before you know it, you’re climbing into orgasm.

Loki pulls his fingers out of you with a growl, grabbing your hips and pulling your torso back up and against him. The abrupt shift has you stuttering forward, nearly losing balance, but Loki holds you securely.

With a searing kiss to the side of your neck, he spreads his knees so you spread even further, your ankles automatically anchoring around his hips. He pushes your pelvis out, shoves his hand back between your legs from behind you, and gives you a single order in your ear that melts you.

“Ride.”

Sinking onto his fingers, you do as you’re told, a sigh expelled from your lungs. You gyrate your hips, clenching your floor muscles, all the while trying not to moan and beg and curse all at the same time. Loki lets you do most, if not all of the work. A steady rhythm builds inside you, and then he takes you by surprise and brings a hand to the front of your mound, slipping inside the soft flesh and making contact with the nerves under the hood of your clit.

“Loki!” you rasp when his hands work in tandem. The hand in front of you works on your clit in steady, controlled circles and the one behind you strokes right into your G-spot. It’s a simmering pot of heat and pleasure, your body warming up as it prepares for orgasm.

“Faster,” he commands, curling both his fingers around your weeping cunt. Your eyes roll back and you reach behind to grip his hair.

Your mouth falls open as you increase your tempo, your legs beginning to falter and shake. Loki’s practically holding you up, the forearm behind you now slick with your juices from your rigorous riding. He plants an open-mouthed kiss to the hollow of your shoulder, a sharp little nip to the skin, and he’s upping his pace while you bounce on top of him.

“L—Loki,” you pant, eyes lidded and vision hazy while the sensations burn white hot and seem to expand inside you, “Loki, I—”

“Cum,” he coaxes, sucking on your skin. “Do it for me.”

Your thighs shake with the tide of orgasm, and soon you’re quivering and babbling as your walls clench around Loki’s fingers, your cum seeping down and onto the crotch of his pants. Loki pulls you through your pleasure with dirty nothings and a slowed pace. You ride out your high lazily, sated and sweaty and out of breath. Your knees hurt from being bent for so long; you’re so tired you don’t think you can move. He places your feet flat on the ground and you remove your vicelike grip from his hair, limbs shaking like a leaf.

You didn’t expect a quickie like this, if you could even call it that. You fall limp on his lap, shifting so you’re more comfortable, and Loki tips your chin towards him and kisses you hungrily while your walls flutter post-release. His tongue swipes against the seam of your lips, his hands skimming over the sides of your hips.

You can feel your cum still on his fingers, which he paints your skin with, and arousal surges through like a bullet.

“You are amazing.”

The compliment catches you entirely off-guard. It’s as if he wasn’t just playing your body like an instrument in a filthy concert hall. Still, warmth floods your chest and you sleepily look up at him.

“I don’t know where this is coming from, but I’m sure you know you’re fucking phenomenal.”

Loki’s chest shakes with laughter, and then without another word he’s hooking an arm under your knee, the other around your back, and he carries you back to bed.

“Glorious woman.” He pauses when he pulls the duvet over your still naked body. “Might have to do something about that, however.”

“Hmm?”

“Nothing, kitten. Just go to sleep.”

You notice the succinct kiss he presses to your hairline before your consciousness slips completely from you.

You’re an idiot.

It’s not that you mind that you were late for work. Other than a clipped, “Make sure it doesn’t happen again,” from your boss, work was fine. You finished everything you were supposed to, which was a feat considering you came and left for work horny and thinking of Loki.

But still, you’re an idiot.

Not because your mind was elsewhere than at the office. Having Loki in your room during the day was an opportunity to really look at him. Memorize him. Something tells you that you’re not going to have an opportunity like that again, and you wasted it.

Well, not really. But this morning went in a completely different direction than what you initially planned.

You should have just sat in bed staring at him. Admired his beauty from afar. But somehow, you just gravitated towards him like it was instinct pulling you to.

Damn it, you just wanted to see him up close.

Still, this morning was incredibly hot—so you’re not beating yourself up over it too much.

You’ll see him again tonight. And if you don’t, well, he did say you summoned him. Even without you knowing. Maybe you could do it again.

Your mind churns with questions and thoughts as your hands fiddle with the silk ties he left. When you agreed to this, you didn’t think you would be obsessing over it the way you are now. You thought it’d be mindless sex, not something you’d be thinking about every waking moment now. How does it work? Summons? Who is he? Will you ever see him in the light of day?

You don’t mean to fall asleep on the couch with the TV in the background, but you do.

Something tickles your ankles.

You jerk your foot in an attempt to swat it away. Maybe it’s a fly.

Or not. The sensation returns, and while you try to ignore it your mind is already beginning to wake up.

You don’t expect to see Loki on the far side of your couch, your legs sprawled over his lap, his hands tracing delicate, arbitrary patterns over the bone of your ankle and eyes glued to the TV that’s still on.

“Late night television is awful. I pity the humans who are awake at this hour and have no good viewing selections.” He swivels his head to face you, an amused expression donning his features. “Why are you sleeping here, pet?”

You sit up and attempt to pull your legs closer to you, only Loki’s grip tells you that you shouldn’t. His lips curve in a gentle smile and you recall why you fell asleep here in the first place. Even illuminated by the unflattering light of your TV, Loki is beautiful. Without a doubt, he’s the most gorgeous man you’ve ever seen.

“Just fell asleep without meaning to.” You stretch your arms above your head, top riding up and exposing your skin. You note the way Loki’s eyes travel from yours down to your navel, and heat bubbles in your core.

“It’s not very comfortable here,” he murmurs, setting your feet on the floor so he can climb on top of you with ease. “Or are you developing a taste for uncomfortable positions?”

His lips latch onto your neck while the memory of you this morning, ass up and face down, flashes behind your eyelids. The heat that started in your core rockets down into your cunt.

Loki sucks a bruising kiss into your skin, and he pulls away to admire the way your skin flushes red. “Come, sweet. Your bed is far more comfortable than this lumpy thing.”

You follow him into the bedroom, him strutting in front of you as if it’s just as much his place as it is yours. He stops in the middle, whirling round to face you with an expectant eyebrow quirked.

“I took the liberty,” he says, a note of pride in his tone.

Your face scrunches up in confusion. “Of?”

“Replacing that terrible excuse for a bouquet with something more tasteful.”

Your eyes dart to the corner where you had put the flowers Jacob gave you and sure enough, the vase and its contents are gone. Granted, they were singed and charred and really mostly dying, but part of you feels bad and maybe even a little guilty. It ebbs away somewhat, however, when you can see that Loki’s put something so downright beautiful in its place.

There’s a single flower in a glass that looks like it came straight out of Beauty and the Beast. It glimmers in the pale moonlight, and maybe you’re tired, but you swear it looks like it’s pulsing.

You’ve never seen a flower with so many hues and shades, or one that looks like it’s glittering, like this one.

“It’s beautiful,” you breathe, bending forward to marvel over it up close. Your hand makes to lift the cover, but Loki stops you.

“I’m glad you like it, sweet, but I don’t think you should open that. Not yet, at least.”

“Why?” you immediately ask, head snapping up to meet his eyes.

He gives you a secretive, sly smirk. “I don’t think you’re ready for it yet. Now. Get on the bed, sweet.”

Shooting one last lingering look to the flower, you do as you’re told. Once you lie down, legs splayed open wide, Loki’s gaze settles thoughtfully on your nightstand. “I’m quite sure I left something right here, pet.”

“I think it’s on the couch,” you recall. “Can’t you—”

“No magic tonight, I’m afraid I drained my energy procuring my gift for you, which is why I need you to cum tonight so I can replenish myself.”

Well. If you weren’t wet before, you sure are now.

Loki leaves the room to fetch the silk ties, presumably to restrain you once again, and your blood pumps in excitement. He’s left you alone.

And you know you should listen to Loki, but after today’s events, there’s a huge part of you that just wants to be rebellious.

What did he mean, you’re not ready? It can’t possibly be anything you can’t handle. Your eyes flit back to the glass on the corner table.

It’s just a flower.

As quickly and quietly as you can, you slink off the bed and towards it, eyes trained on your bedroom door just in case he comes back and you get caught.

Do you want to get caught?

Gingerly, you lift the glass, peeking under it just to see what the glittering particles are. A strong, sweet smell instantly invades your nostrils, and you set the glass back down soundlessly.

His footsteps draw closer and you fling yourself onto the bed, spreading your legs like you were earlier and raising your hands above your head like an obedient child.

“Very good,” Loki purrs, sitting on the edge of the mattress as he ties one wrist to the headboard. “Such a good kitten.” His mouth closes over yours, tongues mingling, and you feel the air shift and your head throbs twice.

Wow, what a kiss it must be for it to extract such a reaction from your body.

With your eyes still closed, he wraps the ever-so-familiar silk around your eyes. It’s… did he put some kind of perfume on it?

“Did you put something on the blindfold?” you ask as he double checks the tightness around your other wrist.

“Yes, sweet. What does it smell like?”

You lick your lips, mouth going dry. It’s getting hotter, and your heartbeat’s speeding up. “Something sweet,” you answer. “Like vanilla. And a little bit of cinnamon?”

“Very good,” Loki praises, his hand traveling down your naked body. Your clit throbs and your walls clench. And you… you just want to be filled to the brim with his cum.

“How do I reward you for every correct answer, sweet?”

“Your cock.”

Okay, that—that was not what you were intending to say. Sure, you’re thinking it, but you weren’t planning to blurt it out loud so shamelessly. It’s like your mind and body are out of sync, your urges taking precedence and leading your mind that follows a beat too late.

Loki lets out an entertained, short laugh. “Eager little one today. You will get it. In time.”

He spreads your legs further apart and settles between them. You can feel your slick seeping out of your slit and onto the bed, wetter than ever. Fuck, what’s happening? It’s like you weren’t horny before, but you were—but it pales in comparison to the state you’re in now.

His nose bumps against your soft flesh, and you lift your hips off the bed and promptly rub against his snout.

It’s like you can’t help yourself. Loki has to fight a little to push your hips back onto the mattress, and your lower half falls with a soft thump. You’re breathing heavily and your body—fuck, it feels like it’s on fire. Wherever Loki touches, he leaves fire in its wake. And there’s something in the air—something musky, masculine, smelling like pure sex—

You just know it’s Loki’s arousal.

And hell, does it turn you on. Breaks the scale, if there ever was one. It’s a thick, potent smell that fills your lungs and makes you lightheaded.

He’s tired. Drained of his magic, and he needs you to fill him back up again. And you… you have all this sudden, pent up energy you didn’t know you had…

“Untie me,” you demand. Your voice is husky and your throat is dry, but it doesn’t sink in because you feel like your entire being is just Loki’s arousal and nothing else.

His hand stiffens over your thigh. “Sweet, didn’t we agree—”

“Untie me,” you repeat. You leave no room for discussion. “Even just one hand. You don’t have to do anything.”

There’s a pause where you spread your legs even wider. You lick your lips, heat flooding your cheeks and your cunt.

“Y-you can just watch me.”

You can feel Loki’s exhale fan your wetness, and it makes you shudder in anticipation.

Before he can protest, you continue, “I know you need me to cum so you get your energy. You—you can just take over when I’m about to…”

You don’t finish your sentence. Loki’s untying you with one hand, and then with the gentlest hold around your wrist he guides it downwards. “It appears you’ve disobeyed me. Well, consider it your lucky day that I am in no mood to scold you.” He rests it against your stomach, stroking a finger over the center of it.

“Go ahead,” he murmurs after a while. “While I have the perfect view.”

At his words, you clench. Slowly you bring your fingers to your cunt and trace over your swollen flesh. An echo of Loki’s own ministrations this morning. Only you don’t have as much patience as he does, and so you plunge your finger inside your warmth without any resistance.

Masturbation is not something foreign to you. But the knowledge that Loki’s head is still between your legs, with an unfiltered and clear view to your movements, has your body swimming to orgasm faster than ever. Your fingers fall into a familiar rhythm, dipping into the dependable spots and nerves that have consistently gotten you to orgasm before. Perhaps the eroticism of this exhibition—in front of Loki, no less—ignites an intensity within you that makes it seem like these spots aren’t familiar at all.

His fingers. His lips. His cock. You imagine them all inside you, on your clit, everywhere—it spurs you on, your fingers flying faster, your walls tightening as you race towards orgasm—

Loki gently pulls your hand away, and while you expect to be filled by his instead… there’s nothing. A frustrated huff is expelled from your lungs and Loki only brushes his fingertips against your sides.

“Release? So quickly?” He tuts playfully. “The gift I brought must be more potent than I’d imagined.”

“Please.” It’s a word you’ve been repeating so many times today. At this point, it feels natural spilling from your lips. “Please, I need to cum—you need me to—”

“You will cum when I say so,” he cuts in with a dominant finality that sends tiny sparks along the insides of your legs. “And I say… not yet.”

You let out a quiet whimper. You’ve never wanted to cum and hold it off at the same time as much as you do right now. And fuck—Loki’s tying the silk around your ankle and an urgency surges through you. You know what he’s doing. The smell gets even stronger now too, that musky, addictive aroma—you want to bask in it from the source—

You’re vaguely aware of the silk tie slipping away from your wrist and making its way to your other ankle. Loki’s strong hands run a delicate trail along your body and all you want is his cock ramming into you with his hand wrapped around your neck.

“Touch yourself,” he commands as soon as your ankles are tied to each corner of the bedframe. Your hole is gaping wide—it feels that way, since you’re aware of every breath Loki takes and exhales because of his proximity to you. “And do not cum unless I say so.”

Fuck—that’s what scares you. You’re so fucking turned on that you fear even just one stroke, you’d be a goner. But would punishment from Loki because you came really be all that bad? You’re not sure if you want to test him just yet.

And there’s a new smell in the air, mingling with the heady masculinity of Loki’s arousal. It’s a bit fruity, perhaps even reminiscent of the tanginess of an orange.

It’s yours.

“Touch yourself, sweet, or I’m going to have to leave you like this all night.”

Without further encouragement, your fingers dive back into your folds and your body relaxes with a sigh. Your hips gyrate over your hands as you root yourself in the fact that Loki’s watching you. He needs to see just how turned on you are, how he’s the one who does this to you.

“Use both your hands,” he instructs. “Go deeper. And massage your clit slower. Slower.”

You do as he tells you, alternating your long strokes with circular motions, and fuck, is it agony. It takes a whole lot of self-control not to buck your hips like a madwoman, so you bite down on your bottom lip. Heat prickles over your entire body and briefly you wonder how long you’re going to go like this and if you’re going to cum from this at all.

“Now focus on your clit,” he says after a while. “Shorter. Faster. Harder. How you want it, kitten, as fast as you can go…”

Finally, you think, fingers speeding up and your orgasm gaining momentum. It doesn’t take long for it to build, begin to crest—

“Hands off.”

No—not the words you wanted to hear. Begrudgingly you force away your hands from your swollen sex, slick with your own juice, and wait. You wait for his next instruction, as patient as you can be as a woman chasing orgasm, and then Loki finally says the magic words.

“Go on.”

It continues like this for a while. For how long exactly, you don’t know. Time has blurred and it’s only differentiated by moments of languid strokes and furious pumping, moments of pause that feel like forever, and then back again. He draws you close to orgasm, then away like it’s forbidden fruit, until you’re certain the minute Loki puts even just one finger on you, you’ll come undone.

Your fingers work hard at your cunt, coated in your warm slick, until Loki finally, finally lets you grow taut with the tension of building release. It’s strong, you can feel it. You’re already so sensitive and even if your muscles are growing strained, your need for release is overpowering enough that you don’t mind it in the least.

Loki rips your hand away, shoves his fingers inside you in perfect sync, and you cry out in ecstasy. Your fingers can only do so much, but Loki—he’s pure magic, pure sex that nothing could ever compare or replace him.

His thumb flicks over your clit harshly and your walls clench against his fingers. And the air—oh fuck, it’s the intoxicating smell of his arousal—you just want to rip off his clothes, suck him dry—

In some inexplicable way, Loki manages to leave you teetering on the edge of orgasm. Just between that space of cumming and winding down. So close, yet so far. Your breath comes in shallow pants while your hips rotate to meet him. He has to let you cum, you remind yourself. He has to.

Before you can gasp it out, Loki says, “No.”

Fuck, how many times are you going to hear that today? Your clit is pulsing, your walls fluttering in a sporadic rhythm as you hang in the ripping limbo of trying to hold in your release and let it go at the same time. It drives you mad, tears welling up in the corners of your eyes from the guttural need that needs satiating.

A wave of Loki’s arousal wafts fresh and heated towards you. Your mouth hangs open while his thick arousal hangs in the atmosphere, dizzying and fueling your need to have your fill from the source.

And then without warning, Loki plunges his fingers into you knuckle-deep, moving fast against your clit at the same time while knocking your G-spot over and over until your mouth hangs open, no sound coming out—your back arches off the bed with the overpowering, all-consuming need for release—

“Cum.”

The single syllable he utters has you unwound, undone—little white dots explode before your eyelids while your body convulses with the soul-stealing release he’s bestowed upon you. Toes curling, body tense, you’ve never experienced anything as blissfully shattering as this. Every nerve ending in your system has sizzled out, sensitive to the lightest gust of air.

Loki lets you ride out your orgasm on his fingers that continue to coax out your release. With the blood pumping in your ears, you can vaguely register the sounds Loki’s making. He’s muttering to himself, whispering—and once the pounding recedes from your ears you can make out a few lines.

“Yes, sweet, cum… cum all over my fingers, that’s it, you sweet girl… this perfect cunt, so warm—the way my cock—inside, yes, more…”

You clench tightly, and make a risky decision. One you clearly have no foresight to.

You sit up, and while the quick change in position has your cunt convulsing in stimulation, you ignore it. You’re still horny, yes. It’s as if that buildup to your seismic orgasm wasn’t enough, and while you would love another (or three more), there’s something else you want.

His cock.

Sitting up like this, you can smell his arousal coming from somewhere near the floor. Which, your lustful brain calculates, makes sense because his lower half should be sprawled across the floor.

Some kind of strangled noise comes from the back of your throat, and your hands reach out to fist, well—whatever you can reach. You can’t exactly see.

Your hands actually land in his hair, and your nails dig into his scalp. Loki makes a deep, throaty noise, satisfying you.

“Kiss me.”

Loki doesn’t chastise you or tell you no—instead the mattress creaks with his weight. He pins you down, his tongue delving into your mouth which you welcome instantly. The aroma of his arousal fires you up into a frenzy, especially when you feel his hard length pushes against your swollen clit.

Your hand boldly moves to squeeze his ass, bring him closer to you. Yes, having your arms in a full range of motion is better. Sure, you can’t see or close your legs, but you can touch him. Smell him. Loki bites down on your lip, groaning softly when you tug on his hair and pull him against you by the ass again.

Touch him.

Your brain is on autopilot. Like it’s got a mission it needs to see through to the end, regardless of whatever obstacles are to come its way. While Loki’s taking this opportunity to moan against your neck, telling you how he would just love to fuck you right here, right now, your hand moves from his ass, down the side of his hip, and to the front of his pants.

Loki freezes.

Whether it’s good or bad, you don’t care. You take this opportunity to palm the bulge you’ve felt, a soundless sigh escaping your lips. Your fingers grip around the outline, from what you think is base to tip, and a trickle of your juices flows out of you when you feel him shudder.

It’s all the encouragement you need. You slide your hand over the hard bulge once before your fingers dip underneath the waistband of his pants. Your breathing shallows when the tip of your finger comes in contact with a bead of wetness.

The strong, potent smell of Loki envelops you, and while it feels like you’re already bathing in him and his essence it doesn’t feel like it’s enough. You want more.

Loki hovers above you while you slip his pants down, his breath warming your neck. Licking your lips in anticipation, you finally lay your hands on the prize you’ve been dreaming and drooling about.

Your fingers wrap around his shaft, and as crazy as you sound, you might actually cum from just holding it.

Blood beats searing hot in your veins, your arousals mingling and fueling the other’s. You pump his shaft, once, twice—and you’re distantly aware that you’re speaking now.

“Need to,” you breathe, “t-to smell it. Up close, just—oh Loki, please, I need your cock on my face, just let me—”

Somehow this state you’re in has Loki speechless. You’re begging, though assertive at the same time. Loki lets you lead him until you’re lying down on your back, and he straddles your face, his thick cock hovering just inches from you.

Oh, fucking hell.

Your fingers skim the column of his shaft, savoring the feel of his hard length. You can’t see it yet, but you’d like to imagine how it looks before you do. Your fingers bump against the ridge around the head; veins that traverse his cock bounce against your touch; you trace a finger down the slit of him, collecting precum and trailing it over his frenulum.

Loki bucks his hips against your hands, hissing.

“What are you doing, pet?”

Tentatively, you bring your nose to the base of him and inhale deeply. Your cunt flutters in response and your mind deigns to feed you an image of his cock inside you, stretching you—maybe even wrecking your throat.

A wanton thrill shoots through you, and you drag your closed lips along his cock and then part your lips, salivating as you draw closer to him—

“No.” Loki pulls your hair gently, stopping you. Only it’s almost… reluctant. Like it’s more for himself than for you. Breathing hard, he continues, “Not tonight. Touching, just touching is… is enough.”

You settle for dragging your nose along the underside of his cock, inhaling the sweet, sweet scent of victory. “Alright.”

And then somehow you’re talking again. “I just love your cock,” you whisper mindlessly. “So thick… hard… I just want you, Loki. You can put your cock in my mouth… my pussy needs you a little more though…”

His cock twitches at your statement, and you hum against his groin, smile blooming on your lips. You pull your head away and your hand closes around him. You begin stroking, fisting his cock and twisting your wrist as you get closer to the head and loosening your grip when you get to the base. Soon he’s rutting his hips into your hand, and you relish the way you can feel him tense. All because of your touch. There’s a surge of pride at this new dynamic unlocked.

And his cock—it’s even better than you imagined. You tell him how you love his cock, you’d have it anywhere, anytime, whenever he wants—and Loki’s hips grow more frantic in his movements. You cup his balls, fondling him, and Loki fists your hair roughly, rasping out, “Hold still. But keep going on my cock. Faster. Harder.”

You and Loki work together to reach his orgasm, and soon you can feel his balls slapping against your hands and his movements go stunted, his cock tightening—the incoming smell makes you even dizzier, and you angle your head upward—

White hot ropes of cum splatter onto your face. Your forehead, your cheeks, your chin. Some of it dribbles down onto your chest and you have to fight yourself not to scoop some up and shove it into your cunt.

Loki groans all while he cums, until he’s running his fingers through your hair and tells you absently, “Sweet, glorious woman. An absolute sex kitten.”

His fingers swipe at his cum on your face, and then you realize it isn’t arbitrary—he’s pooling it together for you to eat it. Eagerly you open your mouth, sucking on his finger coated with his cum. Once your face is mostly clean, your tongue darts out the corner of your mouth to collect a drop you missed. No cum should go to waste.

Your heart practically leaps into your throat when you feel his tongue flatten against your sternum, collecting cum that’s dripped down your chest in a straight line going up to your face, and then he kisses you

His taste mingles with his seed, and you relish how delicious he is. You sigh into his mouth and are about to wrap your legs around his waist, only you’re brutally reminded that your legs are tied up.

You hope you wake up like this.

Your hands go to his still-hard cock, and Loki’s surprised, “Already?” has you giggling as you start pumping him again.

When is the next time you’re going to have all this energy after all?

#sweet dreams #by belle #should have just titled this chapter COCK #loki smut #smut #loki x you #loki x reader #loki x y/n #incubus loki #loki fanfiction #loki imagine #reader insert #FINALLY I CAN GET TO WORK ON THOSE REQUESTS

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For anyone who wants a little smut and a touch of angst after their pumpkin pie, as they are trying to stay awake, here is the Thanksgiving chapter from my Incubus Loki story.

“The Morning of Thanksgiving….

Before she opened her eyes Nora woke to the memory of what had she had let Loki do to her with his horns, what he had loved doing with them, what she had loved having done to her, and found herself really embarrassed for the first since college. Then she remembered how she sang ‘I Touch Myself’ directly into his face before he had tongue fucked her into submission, making her roll over and hide her face with a shaky moan of horror.

Then she remembered what had happened after all of that.

Her legs had been too weak to carry her properly. Loki had half lifted her so she was resting against his body, his arm tight around her waist. His other hand kept stroking her hair and he was whispering steadily into her ear in an ornate and sibilant language that she didn’t recognise as he walked them towards the staircase.

“This is wrong,” she moan, feebility clutching at his shoulder, his hair, his arm, anywhere that her hands and arms might fall as she tried to raise them and then failed over and over. “I shouldn’t be doing this.”

“Which is what makes you so delicious,” he answered, his voice rich and poisonous as it slid into her blood.

“You’ve been a total shit to me since you know what , on Halloween,” she said, gesturing to his wings, which were still primarily decorative but were now at least sitting high enough to not be giving her floor the first good sweeping it had had in months. “It’s not my fault that-, I didn’t know. How could I know what was going to happen? I didn’t know. I didn’t even know that was your name. That it was a name.”

The memory of the whining tone of her voice as she tried to passively aggress him into admitting he was being unfairly mean to her just burned. She’d never whined at a man - male in this case, she guessed - in her life. Ok, maybe her aunt Claire's ex when she wanted to go to the movies and he refused to drive her, and possibly her high school Latin teacher, but that was it.

He just smirked down at her, clearly enjoying her making an idiot of herself over him. Now she was just like everyone else, he had to be thinking.

And then they had gotten to the bedroom….

With a groan of regret, she sat up on the edge of the bed, wanting to get away. To flee from her own bed, get in the shower and get Loki’s smoky scent off of her skin. To brush her teeth, gargle, and drink several pots of coffee in the hope it would get the lingering taste of him out of her mouth.

Damn Loki and his stupid demon-angel cock that produced what she was now convinced had to to be a mildly addictive, euphoria inducing, kind of sperm! There was no way she would have acted so ridiculously otherwise, like some girl swooning after her first good fuck.

Her bed was now canted towards the foot, one of the legs having snapped off with a sound like a gunshot coming through her window last night.

Oh, Claire , she thought, what have I gotten myself into? I really need you now.”

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Jotun Form - @aestheticallysmut *New*

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@alwayssunnyinedensgate

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- Demimonde

- The Dark Museum

- The Bard’s Song

- Shadows and Slumber

- The Empress

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One Of Many - @anightflower

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Jealousy, Jealousy - @angelkhi *New*

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@anonymousfiction211

- A plaything *New*

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@arlaina28

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@avengerscompound

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- Through Her Eyes

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@bellesque

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@boredbrooder

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@bubblegumspacebxtch

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@clandestineloki

- Orgasm Control

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- Break You

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Call Me That - @daddysfangirls

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@darkficsyouneveraskedfor

- Unlikely Bedfellows

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- Kiss Of Death

- The New Order

- In Pais

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Alone - @danddymaro

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@demon-soldier

- Underground

- Midnight incidents

- Not so innocent dinner

- Kisses

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@deepdisireslonging

- Sweet Revenge

- All in a Night’s Work *New*

- Yuletide Mischief *New*

- Fire and Ice *New*

- When in Paris *New*

- I Am In Your Hands *New*

- Forbidden *New*

- Part 2: Silver Entrapment *New*

- Life Bite *New*

- Before the Storm

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@devilbat

- Damn Mistletoe

- Tease

- Reservations

- Claimed

- Dr. Jekyll and Mistress Hyde

- Abyss

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Like You Do - @dilemmaontwolegs *New*

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@dont-need-another-fandom

- Want, Take, Have

- Between A God And A Bucky

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@earlgreydream

- Torture

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For Science - @elenaysusneuras *New*

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@emeraldiis

- Double Vision *New*

- Read to Me *New*

- Starlight *New*

- Run *New*

- T as In Toxic *New*

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@endlessbucky

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@fadingfics

- The Devil In Your Eyes: Part 1 / Part 2

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- A Small Crime

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Every Breath You Take - @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash

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Heat - @fic-for-fic-sake

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@ffangirlingsince2001

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@get-your-fics

- Love & Hate

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@gingerwritess

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@give-me-a-moose

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Inescapable - @grufflepuff-writes-stuff

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Wedding Night - @gutflorizt *New*

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Your Worth - @har-rison-s

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- Loki in Jotun Form

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Low Key - @hee-hee-loki

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Baby Boy - @high-ashell-hargrove *New*

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@honeyhan-123

- The Price of Treason

- On His Knees

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@hopelessromanticspoonie

- Time After Time

- Best Seat In The House

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Falling for a God - @hopesbarnes

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The devil’s dagger - @h0unds-of-h3ll

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Searing - @iamnotoriginalphil

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King Of Asgard - @idontgiveaflyinggrayson69

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Loki’s New Nickname - @ifoundkylo

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- Caught

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@imdarkinme

- Something Wicked This Way Comes

- Gift

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@imnotrevealingmyname

- Possessed

- Unleashed

- Little Things *New*

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@innaminitus

- Heat: Part 1 / Part 2

- I am your king

- Please?

- King and Queen

- Praise

- Collar and Leash

- Good Girl

- Trick or Treat

- Good Girl *New*

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needy - @irisofeden *New*

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A Night of Magic - @jobean12-blog

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@just-the-hiddles

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- My Queen

- Take My Breath Away

- Civil Disobedience

- Mischief and Chaos

- Come on Darling

- Dirty Little Secret

- The Whole Truth

- That’s Not My Name

- A Little Roleplay

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~I hate that I love you~ - @keigoaizawaslut

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@knightsofkenn

Divine Mischief / Part 2 *New*

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Stains Of Wine - @lakinda5654

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YOU’RE A MILF AND I’M A MOTHERFUCKER - @lanadelreyscokewhor3 *New*

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@literaryadventures

A hard and brutal fuck: Part 1 / Part 2

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The Beginning And The End - @lokiandracoon *New*

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Worthy - @loki-godofmischief-myking

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@loki-hargreeves

- Quiet!

- Bite me

- Tension

- Kneel

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All Mine - @lokifantasies *New*

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@lokikingofasgardslover713

- Loki’s Sacrifice

- I Will Not Kneel

- Sakaarian Heat

- Their Courtesan

- Mischief's Teacher

- Sea Maiden

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In Your Dreams - @lokioneshots *New*

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@lokisgoodgirl

Pinned Down / Part 2 *New*

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dark obsession - @lokiskitten *New*

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The Naughty List - @lokislastlove *New*

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@lokis-little-fawn

- Bad Dragon *New*

- The Best Little Pet *New*

- Kneel For Me *New*

- Dancing In The Dark *New*

- Happy Birthday, Mr President *New*

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@lokispettigerr

- Broken Boundaries

- Red Door

- Out Of Place

- Painting The Wind

- Swimming Amongst the Stars

- In Denial

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@lokisprettygirl

- jealous Loki *New*

- loki x insecure!reader *New*

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Needy - @lokissceptres

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mornings in asgard - @lostalioth *New*

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@lowkeyorloki

- Glass Warrior

- Ibd

- Stolen

- Thor’s A Flirt

- The Throne

- The King and Queen of Asgard

- Anger Management

- Thorns

- Gentle: Part 1 / Harsh: Part 2

- Pretty Prince

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@lucky-bucky-boy

- Loki’s Servant

- Arrangement

- Competition

- Betrothed

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Strange Magic - @mariessecretfantasies *New*

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Breeding Kink - @marvelgirlonamarvelworld

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Destiny - @mdemontespan1667

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@megthemewlingquim

- Infatuation

- Don't You Ever Knock?

- You're Safe With Me

- Disobedience

- Summer Fires

- Owned

- Make It Better, Make You Better

- Come Again?

- Leannan

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@mellowswriting

- give me a reason *New*

- bliss *New*

- Loki + nipple piercings HCs *New*

- pretty boy *New*

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Belief (female!loki x reader) - @mjolfarr

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Keeper of Thy Heart - @moonlight-prose

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Mistress - @multifandomfilth

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@munsons-maiden

- Two Sides Of A Coin *New*

- Tease *New*

- Flawless *New*

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