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violette-hue · 1 year

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Jealous

Summary: Steve really doesn't like the person you're interviewing, so afterwards he fucks you sensleess.

Trigger Warning(s): unprotected sex, cursing, degradation, slight forcing, mentions of breeding kink, not proof read, maybe some typos

Word Count: 3.4k

A/N: Happy early birthday @ceo-of-daichi ! Possessive Steve is the best Steve~ (P.S. - I drank some tea for the flu in hops that it'll make me feel better, so the last half of this was written with a drowsy mind).

**Minors and ageless blogs do not interact. 18+ only**

“You’re interviewing him?”

You turned to look at your boyfriend as you buttoned up your blouse. You cocked a brow at the tone of his implication. You had been getting ready for a meeting for an interview that was to be done in an hour when he stalked into the room.

Ever since Steve had found out you were interviewing Loki for his part in the literal destruction of New York City, he had been making comments here and there on why this was a bad idea. Maybe he was right, but you were just over the moon Loki had even agreed to do an interview with you.

"Babe, I don't really see what's the problem," you responded nonchalantly, taking your time to button up the last few buttons. To show some boobage or to not. You chewed on the inside of your lip in thought.

Steve scoffed. "Are you kidding me? He just tried to take over New York City, causing millions in destruction. He's dangerous."

"Dangerous." You repeated. "Everyone is dangerous, Steve, even The Avengers. Besides, there's going to be, like, a bunch of police guys there guarding him. I actually think they might be S.H.I.E.L.D. agents."

You watched as the muscles on Steve's arm flexed as he crossed his arms over his chest. "Is that supposed to make me feel better?"

"Jesus Christ, Steve--"

"Language--"

"Why don't you just come with me? Brood in the corner like my silent protector."

It was silent for a few heartbeats, and you thought Steve might laugh in your face. Instead, he shook his head, a ghost of a smile on his lips.

"Fine," Steve said, leaning back against the door frame. "Button up your shirt again, I missed the show."

You giggled and rolled your eyes, but obeyed. You unbuttoned your blouse, then buttoned it back up again slower this time, giving a good show.

You walked into the interview room: Loki's cell. He was held behind some type of glass box, the floors some sort of dark, holographic tile. The room was bare, housing only a dozen or so S.H.I.E.L.D. agents. Loki had escaped once from a cell similar to this, the chances of him escaping again were likely. These agents wouldn't be able to do much to stop it.

You stepped towards the glass, stopping a foot or two from the cell. Loki was already standing, and as he stalked towards you, he made sure to trail his eyes over your body.

"Did you get all dressed up for me?" Loki drawled, a smirk tugging on the corners of his lips.

You rolled your eyes and pulled out the small recorder that was tucked into the waistband of your tight skirt. "I hate to bruise your ego, but it's actually a job requirement," you responded, tripling checking the recorder had enough charge. You had checked the decent sized black rectangle before you left the apartment and then on your way over here. A nervous habit and the constant feeling that something would go wrong.

"An enjoyable job requirement. For me," Loki commented.

You heard a low growl come from Steve and felt the warmth from his chest as he stepped closer to you.

"Oh," Loki hummed. "A displeasure to see you Mr. America." Loki took a few steps closer. "Did they send you in to keep guard, too?"

"No," Steve answered roughly. "And it's Captain."

"Yes, so sorry. Mr. Captain." Loki smiled wide, clearly enjoying making your boyfriend irritable.

You couldn't help but giggle and look down. Loki was charming and funny. Too bad he was an absolute menace to society.

"Mr. Laufeyson--" you started, pressing the record button.

"Oh, I like the sound of that," Loki purred.

"--I want to make you aware that from this point forward, I'll be recording or conversation for the interview you agreed to."

The door that lead to Loki's cell closed with a loud thud and you walked down the quiet hallways in silence. Steve hadn't said much since speaking up before the interview, and you had this gut feeling that something was wrong. You stole a glance toward him and frowned. He was brooding, his brows knitted together with irritation. Even as pissed as he looked, he still looked so beautiful, like he was carved by the hands of a goddess.

"Stop staring at me," Steve said sharply.

You frowned at the roughness in his voice. "You're angry."

"I'm not."

You moved your gaze back to the labyrinth you were walking through, deciding to stay quiet. It was no use trying to talk to Steve when he got in these moods. His walls would come up and anything you'd say would just bounce right back at you. You'd just have to wait until you got home.

The next few minutes were filled with the sounds of your shoes echoing off the dark floors. At this point, you weren't even sure where you were going, and you were hoping that Steve would guide you in the right direction. But he stopped, causing you to stop with him.

"What--?"

"I told you, you shouldn't have done that interview with him," Steve hissed.

You turned towards him, your brows furrowed with confusion. You opened you mouth, but closed it as soon as Steve continued.

"The whole time--the whole fucking time--he was doing nothing but flirting with you. Commenting on your clothes, commenting on your hair, commenting on your hips--"

"I do have nice 'birthing hips,'" you interjected playfully.

Steve backed you up against a wall, his hand slamming against the tile above your head. "That's not the fucking point," he growled, his face inches from yours.

"Language," you breathed. Your thighs instinctively rubbed together at the close proximity of your bodies. With just a slight arc of your back, your aching breasts would be flush against his chest. You mentally kicked yourself. Now wasn't the time to have your head in the gutter. Not when Steve was finally addressing the situation at hand.

"You looked like you were enjoying the flirting, too," he spat. "Did you?"

You were at a loss for words. Of course you enjoyed the playful flirting. You enjoyed the senseless comments just to irritate Steve and the below the belt jabs just to get a response out of him. How could you not? Steve was always so tense, so worried about his image in public that it came home with him. He didn't know how to let loose, how to just be Steve Rogers instead of Captain America.

"Yes," you finally answered. "I enjoyed it. A lot."

Steve pushed himself off the wall and ran a hand through his perfectly combed hair. "Fuck--" He took a deep breath and looked at you, then looked away. He seemed to be having an internal battle with himself.

"I liked the way you reacted to it," you continued bashfully, looking down. "Y'know, this--" You quickly gestured with a hand to Steve and stepped away from the wall.

You felt stupid at the disclosure, but you didn't want Steve to think you enjoyed the flirting because of who it was coming from. You liked the way Steve would place a subtle hand on your hip or gently brush back your hair whenever Loki would make a sly remark. Steve wasn't the possessive type, and you enjoyed it. But you also didn't know him being possessive would do these things to you. Your breasts felt heavier, your nipples pebbled, and your core ached with a neediness you had never felt before.

"This..." Steve trailed off. He gave a breathy chuckle and shook his head. "You're mine."

You blinked, taking a shallow breath. You needed to hear him say that again, needed to hear him say that while he was in you.

Steve shook his head again and backed you up against the wall once more. "You're mine." He buried his head in the crook of your neck and gave you a rough kiss against the sensitive skin. "Mine."

"I'm yours," you whispered, digging your fingers into his shoulders. You tilted your head back, exposing more of your neck for Steve to explore.

He pushed a knee between your legs and pried them open as much as your skirt would allow. His thick, muscled thigh rest on your lower thighs. If only you could hike this skirt up more, you thought, you'd be able to get some friction on your core. Your hips bucked and you licked your lips.

Were you really going to do this right here in the hallway? Steve tangled a hand in your hair and tugged roughly, eliciting a soft moan from your lips. To hell with this being a public space, you wanted Steve now. Your hands trailed down the blue button up he was wearing down to the gold buckle of his brown leather belt. You groaned in frustration, the belt lodged deep within the buckle.

"Steve Rogers and very horny girlfriend," echoed Fury's voice through the PA system. "Go fuck in your own house before I have you arrested."

Your hand froze, as did the rest of your body. How could you have forgotten you were in a public S.H.I.E.L.D. hallway with dozens of cameras? Nick Fury was practically watching the beginning of a porno. You moved your hands away from Steve's belt buckle and fixed your skirt. He stepped away from you, fixing his shirt. That's when you noticed his smirk. Had he planned all this? Realization hit you like a semi truck. Fury had exposed you all over the speakers. Speakers that sounded everywhere. Everywhere like in Loki's cell. After all the shameless flirting, Steve had proven to Loki that you were his.

You frowned. How could Steve have done this? It wasn't like him at all to dangle you like some prize.

"Real fucking mature, Steven."

"What's wrong, angel? You haven't spoken to me the whole ride home."

"Can it Steven," you snapped, tossing your purse on the kitchen counter. "You used me back there."

Steve scoffed. "Did I make a little scene in that hallway knowing Fury would say something? Maybe, sure. Did I know that Loki would hear? Yes. But, Angel, what was I supposed to do when you liked his flirting?"

You whirled on the ball of your foot toward Steve and pointed a finger at him. "You tricked me! I thought you were finally showing--I don't know, this dominant and possessive side? And I thought it was genuine, not some fucking show!"

Steve gave a heavy sigh. "Angel--"

"Don't fucking 'Angel' me, Steven." You pointed at him again, this time poking his chest. "I wanted to fuck you in that hallway. I was ready to fuck you in that hallway."

Steve grabbed you by the wrist and pulled you closer to him. "I was more than ready to fuck you in that hallway, too," he said, his voice a tad more gentle. "I would have fucked you against the glass of Loki's cell to claim you." A hot shiver ran down your spine and fluttered in your core. "I would have fucked my cum deep inside you until it ran down your legs for everyone to see. Especially him."

Your breath caught in your throat and the anger that was once boiling over in your blood had now dispersed. What replaced it was a deeply rooted lust that burned to your very core. Your blood, your body was on fire and the only way to sate it was to rip the clothes from your body and ride Steve until dawn.

"Do you want that, Angel?" Steve ran a hand down your arm and gently turned you around. His hand ran over your abdomen, his fingers catching in the buttons of your blouse. Your back was now flush against his chest and you felt something hard against your lower back. You breathed a shaky sigh of anticipation as he untucked the shirt from the tight skirt. His fingers worked to free the buttons and you shivered at the tension it caused your body.

You could only nod as the last button was freed, your chest nearly exposed. Your nipples hardened further at the coolness of your shared apartment, your lace bralette doing nothing to keep you warm.

He ran his hands up your bare stomach, then to the bottom of your bralette. His fingers dipped under the black, Lacey fabric and caressed the bottoms of your breasts. Another shaky sigh passed your lips and you rest your head back against shoulder. The feeling of his fingers sliding and squeezing your tender breasts, pinching and rolling your nipples between his fingers had you squirming for more. Wonton mews fluttered through your lips and your own hands rest over his, begging to handle you more rough.

Warm, wet kisses trailed along your neck to the outmost corner of your jaw. Your skin tingled where his lips met your flesh, tingled and buzzed until you felt as if you were going to explode. Steve had never handled you like this, had never been so passionate with you before.

Sex had always been mostly simple with Steve. Standard missionary was the go-to, with the occasional cowgirl. Everything else was…uncharted territory. Of course, you didn’t mind the simplicity, but this…this was amazing.

You pushed your bottom against his hard bulge and whined softly. “Steve,” you mewled. “I need more—please.”

Steve paused his ministrations on your breasts, his breath shaky against your neck. He slid his hands out of your lacy bralette, pausing at the bottom. In an instant, his fingers were digging into the lace, ripping the fragile fabric in two. Goosebumps pimpled over your breasts as the cold air of your apartment enveloped you skin. You gasped softly, the sudden show of aggression catching you off guard. His hands found place at the hem of your skirt, pushing the tight professional ware down your ass.

“What do you need, sweetheart?” Steve asked, his voice an octave lower.

You shakily stepped out of the skirt now pooled at your feet, now only standing in your opened blouse and a simple black thong. You shrugged the blouse to the floor, the remnants of your bralette falling with it. You turned around to face Steve in your nakedness.

“I need you,” you answered timidly, your gaze on the floor. “I need you inside me.” It was weird to tell him what you needed, having never spoken to each other during sex other than the occasional “you like that?” But you felt brave and…sexy. You took the smallest step closer, your fingers teasing the button of his jeans.

Steve let out a shaky breath, his hands gripping your hips tightly. You managed to undo the button one-handed and drag the zipper of his pants down, your fingers brushing against his clothed cock. You felt him twitch slightly, and you couldn't help the smile that tugged on your lips. He must be so hard, probably harder than he's ever been.

"Do you need me, too?" you asked, your hand fingering the hem of his boxers. Where was this braveness coming from? You slipped your hand inside his underwear, gently grabbing his cock. Your thumb swiped along the head of his penis, smearing his pre-cum.

Steve swallowed hard, and you could see the effort it took for him to bring his hand to caress your cheek. "I want you to suck my cock," Steve grunted.

Your thumb stopped its ministrations and you pulled your hand from his boxers. "No." You stepped back, looking Steve up and down.

Steve cocked his head to the side, his brows furrowed. "'No'?" he repeated. He took a step towards you, and you took a step back, your lower back brushing against the kitchen island counter. Steve shook his head and pulled up the shirt he wore. Understandably, you were quite distracted by his chest and the dark hairs leading down to--

You let out a small yelp as Steve grabbed you by the backs of your knees and placed you on the counter. He forced your legs apart, running a finger over the thin g-string covering your heated mess. A finger pushed the thin fabric aside and delved inside your needy cunt. His finger flexed and curled almost instantly, and you let out a loud moan.

"You sound so needy," he growled, pulling his finger out. He rubbed his thumb and forefinger together, spreading your juices. "Is it me that's got you like this? Or him?" He shook his head, disgust shining through his features. "Slut."

You winced at the word, at the harshness of it. Did he really mean that? "Steve," you started, "of course it's you--" You were cut off with a loud moan pushing through your lips as Steve inserted two fingers inside you. His fingers curled once more, and with it your toes.

"This pussy belongs to me," he pumped his fingers inside you, his other hand pushing down his boxers and pants. "Your pussy belongs to me."

Without a warning, Steve's fingers abandoned your needy core, and in its place was his cock. The thickness stretched you out, and the head of his penis hit against your puffy walls. He pulled out quickly, then bottomed out inside you once more. His hands gripped your hips roughly, his thrusts just as rough. You cried out each time, nearly feeling him in your stomach. It was too much, but not enough at the same time. You had never been fucked like this before, and you relished in it. Relished in the way Steve's balls slapped against you with a wet snap. Relished in the way Steve made a mess of you--your wetness dripping down to the counter.

"I belong to you," you whimpered, back arching. Your hands gripped his thick biceps, your nails digging into his flesh.

Steve's thrusts faltered and he finally looked at you. He pulled you flush to his chest, your bare breasts against him. He gripped your chin and looked deep into your eyes. "Say it again."

You were caught aback, never having seen Steve so vulnerable before. You moved your hands up to rest on his shoulders. "I'm yours, Steve. Body and soul."

It was as if a switch had been pressed in Steve. One minute you were on the counter and the next you were bouncing against the wall. Steve thrust up into you, his cock never leaving the warmth of your pussy. His grip on your hips was ironclad as he fucking you on the wall. You screamed in bliss and in pain. You'd never been explored like this--Steve had never explored you like this. His cock was hitting places you didn't even know existed or felt good. He shifted his position, thrusting into you at a different angle and you saw stars. Tears leaked from the corner of your eyes as your orgasm washed through your body. Your legs wrapped around his torso, your ankles locking around each other.

Steve fucked you through your orgasm, sweat lining the both of your bodies. Your hands tangled in his hair and tugged lightly, another cry emanating from your lips. You ground your hips down against him, your clit rubbing against his pelvis. You could feel another orgasm coming, could feel the tension in your body rise. Your fingers tightened on the strands of Steve's hair as another orgasm was nearing its peak. Your back arched as your body trembled with another orgasm, your legs shaking. Steve's thrusts faltered and he groaned loudly. His cock twitched inside you as he pushed himself as deep as he could in your battered cunt. He allowed himself to spill his seed within you, and you both stayed in that position for quite some time. Even when you felt his cock soften within you, you stayed like that, each breathing hard.

"Steve?" you breathed, untangling your fingers from his hair.

"Hmm?" he answered. His head rest on your shoulder, his breath fanning against your neck.

"Did you really mean that? That you'd fuck me in front of Loki?"

Steve lifted his head and looked at you. "Well, maybe not in front of someone--"

"But like," you paused timidly, "in public?"

Steve chuckled. "I wouldn't mind, angel. We can try it one day."

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ijuststareatstuffhereok89 · 30 days

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What about size kink for your Loki kinky drabbles?

Anything for you, my love!

"God's Burden"

As two young adults "experimenting" for the first time, Loki pulls it out for you, and you can't believe what you see.

Content Warning (18+ ONLY): size kink, both of you are virgins so I guess a bit of innocence, coitus interruptus Word Count: 1k (sorry I tried keeping this short!)

Loki was always smaller than his brother Thor, but he was still a mammoth compared to you. That was why you adored him (well, one of the reasons). He always protected you just by being nearby. He could lift you over his shoulder with the ease of a wrestler. You always felt tiny and safe in his arms.

Ever since you were old enough to understand what romance was, your best friend in the palace, the younger Prince himself, was always the target of your affections, and he seemed to delight in making you long for him. You knew that secretly, he was as green to the ways of sex as you were (by royal law until his wedding night), but that didn’t matter.

Granted, hormones were hormones, and once you both reached majority age, the two of you decided to give it a try.

It was during a banquet, so everyone else was busy entertaining and being entertained. It was only too easy for you to sneak off with Loki to his room, where you sat facing one another on his canopy bed draped in silk wearing your underthings, legs crossed, giggling and trying to somehow both turn one another on without making eye contact.

“Loki,” you said quietly, leaning over to kiss him quickly. “Loki, I’m ready for you!”

He grinned. “I’ve been waiting for this moment for a long time, sweetheart.”

You felt the heat rise in your face as you enjoyed just looking at his long, lean musculature. “I bet…I bet you’re big.”

He sat up a little straighter, as any young adult would do at the suggestion that they possess any superior physical traits. You only laughed louder, deciding to crawl into his lap and straddle his thigh. You brought down a bold hand to his crotch, tapping gently on the twitching bulge in order to size it up.

“Tell me, how big do you think it is?” he asked, teasingly. “Do the matrons tell you maids about our organs, or are you poor things left to fend for yourselves?”

You shrugged and pressed your palm against his erection. “I know their shape, and what they do. I’ve never seen one, of course.”

Unsure of how to evaluate what you felt, without a word you tried slipping your hand under the waist of his leggings, but he caught your hand. “Let me,” he said, going for the hooks of his pants instead. “I am at YOUR service tonight, my lady.”

He got up onto his knees, sending you back onto your rear, legs apart, leaving your own nethers exposed to the air.

Loki freed his cock, holding it high and proud before you as he pushed his leggings down. It was…it was…

You felt a shiver of fear shoot up your spine like a missile made of ice. “Oh, Loki…we can’t.”

His face dropped. “Why? Do I intimidate you? Surely I must, for look how you tremble…”

Loki began to crawl on top of you, gently nudging you to lean back into you were all but supine. With his free hand, he caressed your face. “Are you afraid that your body won’t be able to take me?”

“Loki, it’s so…much,” you mumbled, stumbling over your words.

He sighed. “I am a god and a royal. It is our burden that we should be so well-endowed, sweet one.” He lowered his hips, hand still on his fat cock as he began to palm himself. “Let me show you a little trick.”

He took his tip and pressed it to your opening, not going inside, but not letting up for several seconds as you gasped and caught your breath at the sudden new sensations.

“Your folds will moisten to my delicate touch before I go inside you,” he explained. “Your body will stretch, perhaps tear every so slightly, but it will feel good to fill you. You will feel whole, fully a woman at last, and you will only desire for it to be bigger.”

He gave the slighted flick of his hips, pushing only the tip of his member into you, but it was still enough to stretch you. At that moment, you understood. You just weren’t sure how you were going to take his entire shaft once he fully impaled you, even as your walls slickened at the promise.

“Take a moment to feel me, darling, just there,” he brought your hand down to your clit, coaxing your index finger to rub it firmly. Each tap of your finger pad sent a new pulse of orgasmic tingling up your hips and belly. “And this will help me slip up and down even more as you get wetter and wetter…”

Suddenly, the door burst open. Both you and Loki reacted by leaping off the bed and hiding behind the mattress as Thor entered, out of breath.

“Father knows about the two of you, and he’s incredibly angry!” he said. “He wants both of you in his throne room in five minutes! I only hope I stopped you in time!”

“THOR! GET OUT!” Loki barked, pointing out the door, shooing him away like a dog.

After your privacy was restored, the two of you looked at one another, sadly. “I was too hesitant,” you sighed. “If I were quicker, we would have had time to--”

Loki stopped you with a sweet, innocent kiss. “No, hesitation is healthy. I would only wish for a happy, willing princess between my legs.”

“Well, you have a burden, now I have one too,” you said, smiling and quickly taking your hands from your folds to rub his cock with such pressure that he nearly fell on top of you. “I have to wait to have it all, don’t I?”

Loki nodded with a frown that somehow didn’t lessen his sex appeal.

“I think my burden is heavier…” you squeeze his dick one more time, and he went rigid with a gasp of surprise. “..and that’s saying a lot.”

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literatureatthebowofnails · 6 months

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A/N: Looking forward to your feedback

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Pairing: Loki x reader

Summary: Your first trip to Asgard

Warnings: Vomiting, fluff, angst

You land on Asgard, clutching Loki's arm in a death grip. Your nails dig into the black leather of his jacket, knuckles white as you fight to keep down your breakfast.

At Loki's other side, Steve Rogers grasps Thor's shoulder to steady himself. Beside you, Director Fury stands almost entirely still, the only sign of movement a slight flapping of his coat.

"Welcome to..."

"I'm going to be sick," you cut off the gatekeeper, releasing Loki and running to spill the churning contents of your stomach off the bridge.

You look up and see a grand procession approaching from further down, their guilded armor bright in the morning sun. Leading the group are four warriors: a stunning dark-haired woman, a blonde with a charming grin, a stout soldier sporting wild facial hair, and an overly serious crusader.

You wipe your mouth, feeling better but still unsteady on your feet as you return to the circular chamber. "Sorry," you mutter.

"Don't worry about it," Steve says. "I was a mess on my first visit."

"Um, thanks." You don't really believe him.

"I am Heimdall," the golden god continues, unfazed by your interlude. "Gatekeeper of Asgard, protector of the Bifrost, and seer of all things."

At this point, the entourage arrives. "May I present Lady Sif, the Warriors Three and the Einherjar," Thor makes your introductions, noting that Rogers and Fury are already acquainted with the leaders.

Three horses are presented for your journey to the palace. You perch nervously at the front of your saddle, grasping the horn for dear life. Loki swings up gracefully behind you and reaches around to control the reigns.

"It's alright, darling," he coos, wrapping an arm snuggly about your middle. "Nótt is steady and true. He will deliver us safely, I guarantee it."

You take a breath, trying not to shudder or look beyond the bridge. "It's my first time."

"And you're doing splendidly," he hugs you closer and you begin to relax as you watch Steve cling to Thor's waist.

Fury kicks his steed to a trot, joining Hogun at the head of the group.

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The five of you gather in an antechamber, preened and swathed in Asgardian finery. Rogers and Fury are called first, leaving to greet the court. After some time, you and Loki are announced.

He takes your hand, placing it around his arm before entering the grand golden hall. You walk side by side down the long aisle to the throne. Loki's steps are assured, his pace steady, honed jaw set in determination. The crowd claps respectfully, their observance subdued, even hesitant.

You reach the stairs below the throne and bend in a nervous curtsy. The prince gives his father a minimal bow; enough to show the necessary respect, but not a hair more.

"My son," Odin addresses Loki. You watch as his lip gives a slight twitch of irritation. "Welcome home."

"Father," comes the strained reply.

He then turns to the stately woman on your left. "Mother," he greets with a warm smile.

The queen comes to bestow a kiss on each of her son's cheeks. "It's so good to have your home." She turns to beam at you. "And you must be the gracious lady my sons speak so highly of!"

Loki provides your name and you exchange pleasantries with his parents before standing beside the queen, opposite Steve and Fury.

"Thor Odinson!" the herald bellows, followed by a roar of cheers and clapping from the crowd. The crown prince swings his hammer around, eliciting further excitement. You give Loki's hand a reassuring squeeze.

"Father! Mother," Thor greets as he approaches, kneeling before the throne. "It has been too long."

"Too long indeed," Odin beams with pride for his first born. "I fear that if it were not for these mandatory check-ins, I we would never see you."

"I was here only a month ago," Thor's brows draw together in confusion before he brightens like a lightbulb. "Loki and I will make a point to visit more often." The dark-haired bother exhales a measured breath beside you. You doubt he plans to follow though with that promise.

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While the king reviews his youngest's contributions to Earth's safety, Queen Frigga invites you to tea.

Guiding you along a winding garden path, the matriarch asks how you and Loki are settling into your new space. She listens with interest to the explanation of your minimalist design preferences and methods taken to assimilate his more extravagant leanings.

Eventually you reach a grand birch tree. Beneath it sits a table set for two. A tiered tray boasts bite size sandwiches, petits fours, fruit, and madeleines. Small jars of curd, cream, jam, and honey surrounded it, with a heaping plate of scones and large pot of tea to complete the spread.

"I'm impressed to hear how well you collaborate with my youngest," Frigga comments as she pours your tea. "He's not always the most amiable, but he's unfeigned when it comes to you."

You smile, adding cream to cool your steaming china cup. "I think people rely too much on first impressions. Though impulsively acting superior when he feels insecure doesn't exactly help matters."

The queen nearly spills her tea, covering a smile. "That's quite an astute observation."

As your meal comes to a close, Loki appears. "I take it you're becoming better aquainted?"

"We are indeed," Frigga confirms. "I'm so glad you've finally introduced us."

"Mother," Loki smiles, "you know you're always welcome to visit Midgard."

"Maybe we should make a formal invitation?" you suggest.

Your trio walks slowly back to the palace, discussing potential opportunities for the king and queen to visit New York. A pattern forms with Loki suggesting inconsequential dates, and Frigga being forced to "remind" him they're during occasions that require the Alfather's presence onworld.

Before you part ways, Loki stops a passing servant and requests they show you to his chambers, noting he requires a moment alone with his mother. You say your goodbyes to the queen until supper and her son assures he'll join you imminently.

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shoyoist · 1 year

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not sure if you're into dom!reader stuff but god I would Love to destroy isagi and julien in the bedroom.

— WILL YOU BE GOOD FOR ME ?!

content: gn!reader. dom reader. isagi: overstim, multiple orgasms, inexperienced isagi, praise. julian: handjob, blowjob, edging, begging. sae: he's a brat and you put him in his place. light slapping (not his face), degradation.

ft: isagi yoichi, julian loki + itoshi sae (for myself hehe) — . ｡˚ ♡ his fans could never guess how much he loves being fucked into a blissed out mess

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° ISAGI is nearing his limit. you can feel it.

you can feel it, in the way his hips stutter and his cock twitches — throbs — against your slick, velvety walls as he tries to keep up with you, sucking in a breath through clenched teeth and blinking up at you through teary eyes as you laugh.

you're sitting on isagi's cock, riding it gently, working him through the orgasm he'd just had, smiling in satisfaction when you feel his cum drool out of you and make a mess on your inner thighs.

it drips onto him as he lays flat on his back on the bed, trying his best to be good for you — and his cheeks burn at the wet sensation, embarrassed as he realizes just how far he's gone.

"come on, yoichi," you pout, flashing him a look of faux sympathy as you rest one hand on his chest, feeling how warm he is as you sigh. "you've cum three times now and i haven't cum even once."

"'m sorry," he grunts, blue eyes narrowing with frustration — oh, he's so cute — as he reaches out and grabs your hips in shaky hands, pushing himself back against the pillows to angle himself higher again. "i'll — hah, i'll do it this time, angel, 'm sorry."

it's even cuter how he's still trying to stay in charge, how he calls you angel in that hoarse, fucked out whisper his voice has gone down to.

he's so sweet — trying his best, really, and you almost want to tell him that god, he's been doing great.

it's you that's been slowing down to a stop whenever the coil in your stomach starts to tighten, and the hit of his cock inside you starts to knock your breath from your lungs.

stopping whenever you get even a little close to reaching your high, to let him catch a 'break' as you lean down to press kisses on his chest, and up his neck to meet his lips.

you've been edging yourself this whole time, isagi is just too fucked out — and perhaps a little too inexperienced, naïve <3 — to see that.

but he really is reaching his limit. you'll have to let yourself go this time, for both his sake and yours. "a little harder, yoichi baby. you just need to find the right spot."

he lets out a heavy groan in response, head tipping back and exposing his throat, adam's apple bobbing with each swallow, as he rolls his hips up and fucks his cock as deep into you as he can.

his balls slap at your ass along with the desperate twitch of his cock inside you, and he gasps — mouth parting so prettily, face and neck flushed all up as he tries to fight his overstimulation and keep going for your pleasure.

the sight alone is enough to make your orgasm slide that much closer to the surface. "yes, yes baby — just like that!"

you feel his fingertips dig harder into your thighs, rough enough to leave bruises as he holds onto you like he's holding your high in place, trying not to let it slip away as he thrusts into you over and over, needing the friction his body is giving yours and the hit of his cock into your wet walls to drive you over the edge—

he needs you to cum before he falls past his limit.

"almost there, yoichi, fuck!" you moan, and it's encouragement enough for him to continue. he wants to keep hearing you, wants your pretty fucking voice filling his ears as you cum, as you add to the lewd mess that's between your skins and all over the sheets.

"so good," you breathe, arching your back as you straddle him, your hips tightening around his pelvis as you shut your eyes and let yourself enter the rush of euphoria that comes with the orgasm you've been holding back for so long. "so good, yoichi — mm, cumming! 'm cumming, baby, ah!"

and god, isagi has been milked dry already but he could fucking cum again, to the sound of your high pitched whine of pleasure, to the erratic bounce of your gorgeous body over his and to the feeling of your orgasm as it wraps around his cock — it's so, so impossibly good.

"pretty," he rasps, watching you through bleary blue eyes as he still holds onto you, pulling you down onto his cock and sending a rush of pleasure through your body and a spike of overstimulated pain through his. "haah— so pretty. say my name for me, angel."

and you can't help but giggle as he says it again — calls you by that adorable petname that should really belong to him, by how good and sweet he's being for you.

but you deliver, because you'll do for your good boy what he wants you to. "mm, yoichi <3 so good for me."

and you feel how his cock twitches inside you again.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° JULIAN is a sweetheart.

both on the field and inside the bedroom. and this is proof — because you've been knelt between his legs for ages now, one hand wrapped around his cock, the other rubbing circles over his knee and up his thigh, thumb pressing into the sensitive skin of his inner thigh, as you offer nothing but little kitten licks to the tip of his drooling cock.

he hasn't complained once — hasn't snapped, hasn't grabbed your hair and made you take his cock in your mouth, hasn't been mean.

you almost wish he would snap — but he's being so sweet, so patient with you, watching with pleading brown eyes as you tease him, toy with him to your heart's content.

"baby," he groans, unable to take his eyes off your hand — your hand that stays so painfully stationary around his cock, and you know he's hoping you'll finally move it and stroke his length for him, make him cum. "baby, please."

"mhm?" you say it innocently, though what you're doing couldn't be further from it — and julian just meets your eyes with another pleading look, but see, that's the thing.

he looks so good like this.

so beautiful, his mahogany skin glowing in the dim lighting of the bedroom, thighs and abs exposed to your viewing pleasure, arms pressed to his sides and hands gripping the edges of his seat as he tries to maintain composure.

"please, move your hand for me?" he asks through clenched teeth. and it makes you consider.

because if there's anything prettier than julian laying slack in his seat, legs spread and cock stiff in your hand as you tease him endlessly — it's julian laying slack in his seat, begging you to give him more as you continue to give him so very less.

"mm, which hand?" you ask, giving him a doe-eyed look as you trace his skin with your other hand. the skate of your nails across his inner thigh and around his full, aching balls is ticklish, and he flinches, cock jumping in your hand as you give it an experimental squeeze.

"the one you've got on my dick, baby." he breathes, brows screwing together as yet another pearl of precum beads at the tip of his cock. "please."

"please what?" you ask again, and it's so fucking infuriating — anyone else would lose it. but julian just breathes in again, grunting out a curse under his breath as you run your fingers too lightly up his length, to swipe at his tip with your thumb and collect the drop of cum, popping your finger into your mouth after.

"fuck," he hisses, watching with envy as you suck your thumb instead of his cock. "please, baby, i can't — i can't take it. need your hand, your mouth, anything — just make me cum, please."

but oh, you're so mean. you decide to push him one last time. "hm? say that again, sweetheart."

and you think he might snap this time, might finally lose it, needing his pleasure more than he wants to behave for you — but julian never disappoints.

"please make me cum?" he asks, voice thinning into a whimper as you caress his thigh again, making your way down to his balls once more. "please. need—need to feel good, baby. please."

and how can you say no to that? :(

julian cums embarrassingly fast when you tighten your grip on his cock and spit on it, pumping the length as you blow on his tip and take it into your mouth.

your soft lips and hot, wet tongue drown him in so much ecstasy all at once that after all that edging, he just can't handle any more.

"hngh—fuck! fuck, gonna cum, gonna cum—" his voice cuts off to give way to a breathy moan, his chest heaving and back lifting off the cushion he was laying against as he cums into your mouth.

hot, thick ropes of his cum coat the back of your throat as you smile around the girth of his head and swallow, sucking on him as you continue stroking his shaft, guiding him through his high and taking in every drop of cum he spills into your mouth.

"mm, s'good," you mumble, and his breath stutters, hips trembling and vision going blurry with how hard his orgasm hits him.

and you can't wait to keep sucking him off till he's had enough and starts begging for you to stop <33

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° SAE thinks he can do as he pleases.

and he can! he can, most of the time. you're perfectly fine with it.

but if he thinks he can act up in your face, make it look like you're all over him, as if you're hanging on his arm and ready to obey his every command—

if he thinks he can behave so different (stoic, dominant and unaffectionate) in public, when you both know how he is in private (needy, whiney and always asking to be taken care of) — if he thinks he can get away with that, he's wrong.

"say sorry, sweetheart." you tell sae, giving his hip a sharp slap as he lays slack on the sheets — but even as his eyes roll back into his head, the pretty green getting lost in under his lids and his tears, he sucks in a breath and says nothing.

instead of just doing as he's told, he lets his head fall back into the pillows and pushes the air in his lungs out as a moan.

"think you can just be mean to me and i'll tolerate it, huh?" you say, other hand stroking his cock at a pace impossible for him to handle silently, smirking as the cherry tip leaks cum onto your fingers and trails down the back of your hand in twin milky streaks. "for all your high life, you still haven't learned any manners, sweetheart."

and honestly, it's true — sae is as talented and popular as he is arrogant, but you don't mind it, find it cute, in a way.

until it's directed at you, that is.

you're not just any fan of his, you're his lover. he should be sweet to you, both here and everywhere else. "be a good boy for me, sae. just say sorry, mhm? give me a real, pretty look and tell me how sorry you are, for being an asshole to me like that."

his hands curl into fists when you flick the blushed head of his cock, letting out a hoarse "ah, shit!" under his breath as he grabs the blankets, eyes screwing shut as he tries to stay controlled.

he's so cute, trying so hard when he's already fallen apart at your hands and at the sound of your smooth, silky, taunting voice. "or is it that you like being treated like this, hm, baby?"

his face is already red, cheeks dusted a warm pink, the tips of his ears red and his lips swollen from both your kisses and his efforts to keep his mouth shut — but when he hears you say that, you notice how he blushes even harder still.

of course he likes it. "a little slut, aren't you?"

"f—fuck," he hisses, finally lifting his face up and looking at you, and god, he's a pretty thing.

magenta hair all tousled and messy, hanging over his eyes and sticking to his forehead, gaze unfocused and mouth parted just a little as he lets out short gasp after gasp, in time with the motion of your first around his cock. "mgh—please," he tries, only to throw his head back and moan again, another rope of cum spilling from his overstimulated cock to drip over your knuckles.

he's finally said please — but you slap his thigh again, because he deserves it for taking his fucking time.

"there you go, sae. say that again for me?" you ask, giving his cockhead a little pinch, giggling when his dick jerks in your grip.

"please," he repeats, desperate for a break now. he just can't handle it anymore, the embarrassment, the demanding and the empty pull of his balls — he just can't. "i'm sorry, okay? i— fuck, i won't do it again."

"you sure about that?" you ask, and his eyes widen when he sees you readying your hand for another slap — and he nods, starts babbling, "i'm sure, i'm sure — fuckin' promise i won't be an ass again, so please, please, enough."

the sigh of relief he lets out when you let him go, before he flops back onto the bed, abs and thighs sticky with his cum and sweat and your spit — it's so cute <3 you nearly hope he'll do it again, just so you can take him back home and own him like this.

after all, he does like it.

"you'll be a good boy from now on?" you coo, giving him a kiss on his thigh where you'd slapped him, and he nods wearily, eyes shut. "mhm."

"then," you suggest, a smile creeping onto your face as you trace little hearts on his hip with your fingertip. "would you be a sweet thing and help me cum with that good little mouth of yours, once you've had a break?"

when he takes a minute too long to answer, you dig your fingernail into his hip, and you feel the rush of goosebumps that rise on his skin at the sharp touch as he nods. "m—mhm. i'll do it."

"aw," you laugh, watching how he blushes all over again. "such a good boy <3"

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muddyorbsblr · 11 months

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rules of conduct: the checkout queue

Series Masterlist See my full list of works here!

Summary: in which Loki learns the ways of having to wait in line

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Word Count: 964

Warnings: smut (minors & pearl clutchers, don't even think about it); vaginal fingering; exhibitionism-adjacent; 1 cuss word (not even remotely sorry, Rogers)

Things to be aware of: teammates to…y'know what even I'm not quite sure what they are by the end of this…partners in smut? 😂

"And after crossing out every item on this list, with a considerable amount of ancillaries…" You had to roll your eyes at Loki's comment about the boxes of Pop Tarts and grape sodas and Vanilla Cokes that took up more than half the space of your cart. "We can finally leave this market teeming with the mundanities of man?"

"Not so fast, Mischief," you called out to him, stopping him mid-stride as he made his way to the exit. "We have to pay first."

"You do not simply walk away with what you desire?" You shook your head at him, holding back your laughter as the concept visibly confused the god. "That was how merchants were to me and Thor back in Asgard."

"Well you're on Earth now. And I'm not royalty, they won't just give me all this for free unless I have an arsenal of coupons or they find me pretty enough to give me a 'friends & families discount' in exchange for flashing them my tits or giving them my number."

"But I am a prince—"

"Not here, you're not," you cut him off. "Some people barely even want to acknowledge that the Earth isn't flat, good luck getting them to accept that there's anything beyond the solar system. Let alone more intelligent and superior life forms." The corner of his mouth twitched in a smirk at that last bit. "So here you're an alien. Not a prince. Not a god. Well…unless we find people who heavily subscribe to Norse mythology so I gotta make sure we keep you far away from that."

He took a look around the marketplace, two fingers hooked at the front of your cart and not so subtly dragging it, and you, along with him as he made his way through the aisles. You made the split second decision to place your feet on the bottom rack to give your feet a break from walking and letting the towering Asgardian do all the work instead.

"Wait. Loki where are you going?" You avoided the pointed glares of the people in line that he passed, the irritation quickly melting into unabashed leering stares as they took in the way his black jeans and dark emerald shirt clung to and perfectly accentuated his lean, godly form. He looked back at you, breaking out into an amused grin when he saw how you were standing on the rack of the cart, his other hand pointing toward the cashier as if to answer your question. "There's a line, Mischief. Gotta move to the back and wait our turn. You know, just like everyone else."

Loki let out an exaggerated huff before turning the cart around and walking to the back of the line, the sound morphing into a faint chuckle when he heard your muted 'wheeeeee', only dismounting from the rack when you two finally stood at the end of the five cart queue and causing the women to risk neck pain from looking back and shamelessly checking out your teammate.

Your breath hitched when you felt his large hands resting on your hips, the lustful glances of the women in front of you once more becoming scathing as they switched their focus from him to you, and just how closely he stood behind you, the tip of his nose tracing the shell of your ear. "Okay now what're you doing?"

"Simply waiting our turn, darling." You could feel him smirking against your skin as fingers played along the waistband of your jeans, briefly dipping under and stroking the skin underneath and making you grip the handle of the cart so hard your knuckles were turning white. "Do you not think this would be a much more…titillating way to pass the time?"

"You are going to get us into a scandal, Laufeyson," you hissed under your breath, struggling to keep your composure and subtly kick him so that he'd stop fucking around as deft fingers undid the button of your jeans, sliding the zipper down at an agonizing pace. "If you wanna incur Pepper's wrath because you were horny during this stupid acclimation effort that Stark assigned me to, be my guest. But don't drag me in with you--"

"Did you truly think I would let any of these inferior prying eyes see what we were up to, little mortal?" he whispered, breath tickling the tiny hairs at the side of your head. "All these people are seeing is your ever affectionate lover, my arms wrapped around you, the two of us engrossed in our own conversation. Every now and then I would press a kiss to your face." As if to emphasize his point, he pressed a soft kiss to your cheek, humming against your skin as he did so. "Just like that."

"Cameras," you hissed. You couldn't find it in you to voice the rest of your sentiment. You are not my lover, and I'm not your darling.

Mostly because you wanted so desperately for his illusion to be your reality.

"Under the same illusion." He kissed a path down to the corner of your mouth. "Tell me to stop." He groaned as he pressed another kiss to your skin, his fingers slipping under your panties and slowly making their way down. "Tell me you don't want this, too, and I'll stop--"

"I can't," you blurted out, a whimper slipping from your mouth as he finally pressed his lips to yours.

"Then you'll need to keep quiet for the remainder of the queue, darling." He captured your lips in another kiss, muffling the moan that escaped you when his fingers traveled further down and met your slick arousal, running up the length of your slit and rubbing tight circles against your clit. "Or else we shatter the illusion."

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loki laufeyson sometimes enjoys spending a quiet evening at home. While most of your outings he enjoys being the center of attention, there are times when he just wants to be alone with you. When it’s just you two, his brazen charm fades away, and he can be a little softer. With you, he can be vulnerable without judgment. He likes that you bring out that side in him. Before you, he didn’t know that he could be that way. Gentle and soft. He knows his secret is safe with you. Looking up at the Asgardian night sky, you gaze upon the wonders of the universe, the stars, the planets, the distant galaxies, and exchange secrets. There are things he tells you that no one else knows about. And he knows you more deeply than anyone else in the nine realms.

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yummygender · 7 months

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Tears of a Trickster

Sub!TVA Loki x Afab!Dom!Reader

Warning: 18+ sub/dom elements, trauma, slightly out of character (probably)

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When it came to sex, Loki has always needed it rough, hard, and quick. It did help that you always had the energy that seemed to even out Loki’s chaotic nature, so whenever he had the urges or needs most adults would, you happily obliged and took care of him…but today felt different. After your usual rough session, Loki seemed more…sensitive and emotional. As you began to clean up and remove the strap, he clung to your arm.

“Loki, what’s wrong?”

“…Mommy…”

You smiled softly as you laid down next to him, setting the strap down at the end of the bed.

“Yes baby, Mommy’s here. I’m not going anywhere.”

He wrapped his arms around you as he buried his face in your chest, soft gasps of relief spewing from him as Loki began to cry. It was common knowledge in the TVA that Loki was a traumatized god, but the extent of his trauma was unknown to everyone but you and Loki. Not even Mobius knows just how true his statement of Loki being a ‘scared little boy’ was. Between his treatment at the TVA, his treatment from Odin, and all the bullshit he went through, it amazed you just how Loki was able to simply exist without having a mental breakdown every 20 seconds. It hurt you to see him so upset.

His crying became more and more intense as his entire body began to shake, gripping onto you as he bawled his eyes out. All you could do was hold him in your arms and comfort him…

“Shhh…sh sh sh…I think someone’s experiencing subdrop…”

And he was. Loki’s subdrops we’re horrendous and have only gotten more frequent within the last few days or so. The sight of a god of trickery and mischief sobbing and wailing would normally make anyone uncomfortable or embarrassed, but to you it was normal. You continued to hold him as Loki continued to cry, simply clinging to you like a child as you rubbed his back. It was only until he latched onto your nipple and began to suck, almost as a form of self-soothing.

He was so precious like this. To see his beautiful blue eyes shimmer like stars as his soft pink lips wrapped around your nipple…it both warmed and broke your heart to see such a rare scene. Quite a rare sight, indeed…

“Loki…my sweet little prince…”

He blushed harshly as he began to tear up once more.

“I-I…I feel…”

You gently pulled him away from your chest as you cradled him, his soft sniffles and shaky arms wrapping around your neck as you continued to soothe him.

“I…I feel…small…”

“I know…”

“Super small…”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm…”

He stared up at you with a sense of innocence that he never usually showed. The poor little trickster was so distraught that he stayed quiet. There was a moment of silence before you spoke up.

“Anything else you want to talk about?”

“…”

You two began to sit and snuggle in silence as he stared into your sparkling eyes. It’s quite obvious that Loki was enjoying himself before he began to stare of to space, flashbacks coming to his mind as his thoughts are interrupted by your voice.

"Loki?"

Startled, Loki snaps out of the flashback and looks over at you.

"Loki, is everything okay?"

His face falls as he is once again faced with the reality of his traumas, and he can't bring himself to speak. All he can do is shake his head and look away as you watched. You gently cupped his face as you laid the both of you down on the bed as he grabbed your wrist.

“Loki…”

“Y-yeah?”

“How can I help you feel better?”

“C-cuddle?”

You smiled softly as you gently rubbed his cheek. He’s such a sweet little trickster. Loki clung to you as he took a deep breath, letting his tears fall as he buried his head in your chest. His tears fell harder and harder as he began to slowly snuggled up against your chest. This only made you want to kiss him more and more as he began to coo while you pulled him closer to you.

His cooing was so adorable as you continued to hold him. The cuddling continued as he began to whine and pull away.

“Whaaa!! Owie!!”

You quickly sat up and grabbed the TVA medkit as you examined his body. A few old faded scars and scuffs from battles and childhood. Some innocent and some not so much. The poor god was shivering as he hesitantly let you touch him, gently shivering as he let you hold him and examine his body before noticing a massive bruise on his ankle.

“Honey…what’s this?”

Loki whimpered as he began to tear up.

“I got my foot caught in a trip wire trap while on the field today…”

You noticed his tear-filled eyes as he tried to brush it off as nothing. His pale gentle skin shimmering under the lights as the red and blue bruise on his ankle showed more and more speckles of purple. Such a sight upset you as you began to clean him up and patched up his ankle.

“There we go…don’t worry, I’m here for you.”

Loki panted and whined as his member began to slowly harden as you finished patching him up and kissed his inner thigh. This made you smile as you gently rubbed his belly. He’s such a cutie!

“Y/N…”

“Hmm?”

“Hard…”

“Ah, I see…ok, how about this?”

You gently grabbed his member and jacked him off, earning a small burst of cum and a low groan from Loki while he laid on his back. The poor little god was tired and overwhelmed. You let him go and rubbed his torso as he whimpered.

“Are you ok?”

Loki nodded as he turned to his side and closed his eyes as he dozed off to sleep. Welp, looks like he was done for the night. You smiled softly as you patted his bottom and decided to address his trauma at a later date, not wanting him to hurt himself trying to explain. You smiled softly as you rubbed his back.

“Sleep tight, my little prince.”

And so…the tears of the trickster stopped as a smile grew more pronounced on his face.

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wheredafandomat · 7 months

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Heavy petting

Loki x female reader - wk 800

18+ | contains smut

“Norns, I fear I may have died and gone to hel” Loki sighed, biting back a moan as your tongue swirled around the head of his cock. You looked up at him, a mischievous grin on your face as you took him into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks around his length. “Fuck” he hissed, shuffling forward off of the couch a little as his hand found the back of your head, helping guide your movements “it’s torture not being able to—to fuck.”

“Shh, there are people in the next room” you warned, your hand replacing your mouth as you palmed him.

“I can’t help myself, you’re just so” Loki began, head falling backwards as you guided him into your mouth again “ughh.”

You could feel his cock hitting the back of your throat as you breathed through your nose, eyes trained on him. His grip in your hair grew tighter, more gratifying as you hollowed your cheeks around him once more, unwavering before you felt him release, his warm seed spilling into your mouth. Once his grip on your hair eased, you sat back a little, swallowing his cum as you wiped your mouth before standing up.

“Where are you going?” Loki asked, reaching out and grabbing your hand as you turned to leave.

“To bed Loki” you answered, shrugging your shoulders.

“Not yet” he smiled coyly “we still haven’t—”

“We can’t” you interrupted, placing your finger against his lips.

“Why can’t we?” He asked, pulling you onto his lap.

“You’re always too loud” you answered, hating the fact that you wore a skirt as Loki’s hardening length rubbed against the thin material of your panties. “How are you already hard?” You huffed.

“It’s just the affect you have on me darling” he smirked, rolling his hips against yours a little as you tried to control your breathing.

“Loki, we can’t” you insisted, his fingers digging into your waist as you moved your hips to and fro.

“Alright, we can’t” he agreed, hand reaching down between you as he pulled your panties to the side.

“Loki” you uttered in a half moan and half warning.

“I’m not going to go inside, I’m just here” he assured, his cock sliding through your wet folds.

“Fuck” you whisper shouted, hips grounding down against him as you rubbed your sensitive clit against the vein running down his hard shaft. “Lokii” you moaned breathily against his ear as you fell against him, Loki’s arms wrapping around you.

“Does that feel good?” Loki asked, eyes hooded as he looked up at you. He fought to resist the urge to enter you as he moved against you.

“I need more” you murmured, lost in pleasure.

Hearing you, Loki moved you off of his lap as he laid you down against the couch. Eyes opening, you followed his movements as he moved further down the couch, pushing your legs apart until one of your feet was on the floor. Before you could cover your face with a pillow, Loki’s head was between your legs, his lips wrapping around your clit as you almost shouted his name. Reaching out for a pillow to muffle your moans, your fingers interlocked with Loki’s as he devoured you, tongue venturing through your moist centre as you writhed against the couch. You bit down on your lip hard as Loki flattened his tongue against your clit, slowly moving it up and down. You could feel yourself getting closer to your orgasm as you tried to silence yourself.

“Loki, I-I need you inside of me” you insisted.

It didn’t take long for him to let go of your hand as he sat up, gripping his cock and coating it in the mixture of his saliva and your arousal. Your eyes met, two desperate pleads before Loki lined himself up with your entrance, pushing inside of you with ease as you bit your lip again. He pulled out of you before entering you again and rocking his hips against yours slowly as you both tried to be silent. In your quest for quiet, the squelching sound of his cock moving in and out of your pussy filled the room as well as heavy breaths. Both of your jaws were slack as you looked at each other, Loki leaning down to kiss you. You could taste yourself against him, it was intoxicating. Your tongues slid against one another as his pace increased, both of you growing more impatient, more needy. You could feel the coil in your abdomen tightening as Loki practically pounded into you. Tightening your walls around him, your toes curled as you hit your peak, your arousal gushing out onto Loki’s cock.

“You were quiet” you noted coyly, coming down from your high.

“You were quiet” he mimicked you with a smile “next time I won’t be so.”

A/N: feeling homesick, had to write a tiny bit of smut to feel more me 🤣 hope you enjoyed! ❤️

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lokisgoodgirl · 1 year

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The weather has been hotter these last two days

Which is honestly a drag :/ l'm really gonna miss the cold weather

But this has me thinking...

Sundress season is coming 🔥

Which I think Loki would be a huge fan of ;)

That is all

I only have one thing to say to this my love....

The Sundress

"What in the Nine are you wearing?"

You looked down, inspecting your checkered skirts. Loki's judging eyes followed the smooth of your hand down the light fabric floating around your thighs. His eyes were fierce, but his lips twitched in a knowing smirk.

"It's a sundress" you shrugged, grabbing a glass and turning towards the sink.

You could feel his silent stare trawl the exposed backs of your knees right down to the strappy sandals and back again.

"It's like you're barely wearing...anything."

You jumped as Loki's breath fanned your cheek. "Are you truly trying to drive me mad?"

You hadn't even heard him move.

The jolt of your fingers nudged the tap off as Loki's stomach pressed against your back. You could feel the hard heat taut against your spine through the thin dress as he curled his frame to yours with a low groan. The god's fingertips began to make small circles on the back of your legs, caressing the bare skin.

"I'm not sure how I feel about my lover being on display in such a fashion, darling..." he growled, thrusting gently against your ass. "You'd be locked up on Asgard for public indecency."

His cock rubbed between your cheeks as your head fell back against his collarbone. The furiously hard length was pinned beneath his jeans, denim catching torturously against thin folds of cotton.

"It's just a dress, baby..." you whimpered, feigning annoyance. Loki chuckled.

"You're telling me that these flimsy garms will be a feature of summers in this realm, hmm?" Loki's nose nudged a wedge of hair from your temple, releasing a filthy moan in your ear. You nodded, feeling his palms cover your breasts, giving the exposed cleavage from your skimpy neckline a squeeze.

"Wonderful." he groaned, another growl rasping in your ear as you ground back against his hips.

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Am I adding this to my oneshot list? Do we want more? It will be better than this 10 minute blurb, prom 😆😆 thank you @loopsisloops I can always count on you for some quality inspiration!

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neochan · 1 year

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MISCHIEF (M)

PARING | loki!jeno x reader ft. thor!haechan

SYNOPSIS | the god of mischief wants you

WC | 1k

WARNINGS | kidnapping, implied sexual references, slight cnc / dubcon

A.N | okay i've been super into marvel lately, so here is a little drabble inspired by that. please pay attention to the pairings! btw this will be continued in full over on my marvel blog, though it will be with actual loki and thor

“i didn’t expect to be seeing you on your knees so soon darling.”

the god slouches leisurely against his high-back throne. dark green and golden metal that went beyond that of earth complemented his fair complexion, the jagged spikes at the top reminiscent of the hungry gleam in his eye. one of his legs is dragged towards his chest, a toned arm slung across the knee. it was uncommon to see a god in such a state. unbothered, unproper, inappropriate for someone of his status.

you suppose he could do what he wished. that much was evident in the situation at hand, literally. fingers uncomfortably dig into the skin of your upper arms, half pulling, half dragging, you along the cool marble floor until you were situated on your scraped knees before the god. the binding holding your wrists together behind your back pinches the skin, but you don’t cry out. in fact, you give them nothing.

his guards don’t let go until he flicks a hand in their direction, dismissing them from their duty. he looks unbothered when he does it, as if you hadn’t been the very thing he scoured the multiverse for. years on end, tracking, searching, yearning for you. the very thing needed to satiate that hunger in his eyes; the reprieve for an insatiable creature. it was only by your incompetence that he captured you. falling for his mind tricks – something so simple yet so incredibly careless. you’d beat yourself up every single second you spent in the tiny cell you were in – tucked away in the corner of his ship where no one could hear you yelling obscenities at yourself, the guards, the god.

without thinking, you spit in his direction. you hated him. despised him. the guards go to grab you again but jeno simply waves them off, “no need gentlemen. seem’s like our visitor here needs to learn manners. please occupy yourselves with something else so i can teach her.”

the two men bow low to the ground before retreating to tend to other matters on the ship. not like there was much to do, you were drifting through deep space. some place no one would find you. not even haechan.

“haechan will come looking for me.” you seethe, gritting your teeth when jeno hops up off the stool and tauntingly saunters towards you.

his footsteps echo through the room. the noise makes your stomach churn, and you fear him for a second. he was a god. someone so powerful he could rip your existence from time and space. he should be feared. you knew he could sense it too, a smug smirk lifting the corner of his upper lip.

“my brother isn’t even aware of your disappearance.” the annoyance on his tongue at their familial tie is evident.

that couldn’t be. he knew you were gone. he was probably assembling the avengers as you spoke, he was probably already on his way, maybe even close-

“oh my darling y/n, he’s not on his way. and he’s definitely not close.”

mind reading. you sneer, “fuck off.”

“what filthy words for a pretty girl like you. do i need to wash your mouth out with soap like a child?” his eyebrows raise, features mimicking faux concern.

spit works itself up in your mouth, but right before you’re about to project it in his direction, his hand reaches out and squeezes your jaw, “you are a child. didn’t your mommy and daddy teach you not to spit on people. gods, i expected more from you.” his calloused fingers squeeze harder, “swallow.”

you have no choice but to comply.

“now, why don’t i teach you how to properly use that mouth of yours, hm?”

the heat that was threatening to pool between your legs betrays your brain, which was screaming at you to say no. to break free of the binds and get the fuck out of there.

“darling, i can feel it. you want – need it as much as i do.” he lets go of your jaw and takes a step back, “it’s distracting…overwhelming.” his eyes close and he breathes deep, “your body… it’s tense. waiting for...”he smirks, and you feel the familiar probe of his mind searching your own, “my fingers?” his eyes snap open, “gods, you have a thing for my hands? oh darling it’s too late to deny it now.”

you hated how intrusive he was. how he could take any of the thoughts from your brain and devour them. a personal diary for the picking.

“stop reading my mind! i d-don’t have a thing for your hands. LET ME GO!” your scream rings out through the foyer. this was humiliating. defeating. you just wanted to go home.

“my sweet, i can make this your home. your empire.” he kneels down in front of you, a hand reaching out to caress the same jaw he had nearly crushed earlier, “i didn’t almost crush your jaw. i was stopping you from ruining my suit.”

doe eyes peak up at him with anger, “get your hands off of me.”

“would you rather them be here?” light as a feather, his fingers trail down the side of your throat, favoring the front of the tattered shirt you were in. they slip underneath the hem and slide over the expanse of your stomach.

the gasp that leaves your lips is a betrayal of your own mind.

“i know you want this darling. give in to me.” the god of mischief, chaos, and trickery stares at you through his heavy lashes. you knew he could manipulate someone’s mind, make them bend to his will with one look, but as you nod your head slowly, the words refusing to come out, you realize that there was no manipulation.

he was right all along.

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megthemewlingquim · 2 years

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HI AGAIN IT'S CAL HOW ABOUT ONE WITH LOKI FINDING OUT YOU HAVE A PRAISE KINK AND HE USES IT WHEN HE WRECKS THE ABSOLUTE SHIT OUT OF YOU

a little drabble of sorts! because i'm getting back into writing after a whole semester of Not Writing™️. NSFW under the cut, as always.

You're so, so close.

You're almost completely silent. Loki holds you so tightly and so close to his own body, thrusting into you slowly. His arms are around you; one holds you by the waist (you can feel his wedding ring on your skin; it's cold, but you don't mind) and one holds you up to his chest, hand on the back of your head, so that your head is nestled into the crook of his neck. You're almost hugging. But, of course, you're doing more than hugging.

You whimper, shaking in his grasp. The pressure in your lower stomach is dangerously close to breaking, to spreading across your body. It's a warmth, an electric current. "L-Lo..." you whisper, "'m.. 'm close... s-so..."

Loki hums. You can hear the satisfaction there. "I know... That's it, sweet girl," he murmurs.

He hears the way your breath hitches, the way you go tense as the air in your lungs leaves you. He can feel the way you grip him tighter. He hears you moan out the smallest little "oh".

His smile grows. "Hmm, it seems... like my sweet girl... likes to be praised." His phrases are punctuated by his thrusts into you. "Don't you?"

You can barely manage a nod. But you do, and you are able to whisper out a little "uh huh". Your legs are shaking and twitching just the tiniest bit.

"Come," he says, "come for me. Come on, angel. Be a good girl. Make me proud — oh—"

As soon as the words "make me proud" leave him, you're coming. You're gone, lost in the euphoria of release. You bite his shoulder. He holds you through it... thrusts through it.. while you sob out your little whimpers of pleasure for only him to hear.

He gasps, breath trembling from the force of it. "That's it," he gasps, "there you go... that's my girl..."

He has already made the mental note. She likes that. She likes that... a lot.

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lokischickadee · 5 months

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We need more sub Loki!! Here is your inspiration!!

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ijuststareatstuffhereok89 · 1 month

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KINKY LOKI DRABBLE MASTERLIST

Here is where you'll find all of my requested practice-drabbles. I thought they deserved their own little list. Perhaps if you want the smut without the lengthy chapters, this is the place for you!

**THIS LIST IS FOR 18+ EYES ONLY! MINORS DNI**

🌶️- some spice 🌶️🌶️ - pretty hot 🌶️🌶️🌶️- dirty af, proceed with caution

On Your Knees- degradation, choking, gagging- 🌶️🌶️ The Greatest Gift- virginity kink - 🌶️ Delicious- fingers/hands kink - 🌶️🌶️ X Marks the Spot- bondage - 🌶️🌶️🌶️ A Masterpiece- bondage with rope/shibari - 🌶️🌶️ Come Hither, Little Red- chasing, degradation, Dark!Loki- 🌶️🌶️ Spoils of War- dagger, bondage, breeding, Soft!Dom!Loki - 🌶️🌶️🌶️ God's Burden- size kink, innocence- 🌶️ Use Me- riding, Sub!Loki x Dom!Reader, orgasm denial - 🌶️🌶️🌶️ Sealed with a Smack- bratty sub!Loki, spankophilia- 🌶️

I'm currently accepting ideas/requests for kink drabbles. All are being written for Loki x Reader at this time. Drop me a line if you'd like a little something, or if you'd like to be tagged.

Please visit my MASTERLIST for more!

DISCLAIMER: While I'm open-minded to new territory, I reserve the right to discriminate against any kink I don't feel comfortable writing for. This includes relationships with minors, non-con, beastiality, and incest for starters.

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lovinglokilaufeyson · 1 year

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The Grinch

Pairings: Loki x Fem!Reader

Warnings: FILTHY Smut, Bondage, Multiple Orgasms, Fingering, Oral Sex (Fem receiving) Possession, Dom!Loki, Sub!Reader, Angst (it’s in there somewhere, I’m sure), Fluff

Wordcount: 3,829

Summary: Loki Laufeyson is the Grinch of Asgard, and it seems only one thing will cure his lack of holiday spirit: You.

A/N: Just a warning that I started this little write about 2 years ago, but got the inspiration to finish it, so here it is. If the writing is a tad inconsistent, I apologize. However, I think this time of year is perfect for this post! Also, I recognize that there are some plotholes, such as Asgard having cars and phones and all, but honestly I was getting a little lazy to try and fill them. Let's just say that the holidays are celebrated on Asgard because of Thor's rule. However, most of this is pure, complete smut.

Loki Laufeyson. Well known by your town to be one of the meanest, cruelest, and most terrifying beings. He was unusually cruel to humans, children, and he had an incredible disdain for the holidays. He had an extreme lack of holiday spirit, and everyone knew it.

Your best friend, Y/F/N, came tumbling towards you, finished with her classes for the day. Sadly, you weren’t taking any of the same core classes, but you still maintained a sturdy friendship, and for that, you were grateful for. It was officially December 23rd, and you and Y/F/N had a tradition to go and look at all of the Christmas lights around the city.

As you wandered around the city, wrapped in your jackets, you and Y/F/N noticed something. The lights in the city were no longer the bright, colorful ones, but replaced with dreary colors, like black and grey. And the next day, when you attempted another go around, the lights had completely disappeared. Why? You didn’t know.

“Y/N, I think we should try something new this year.” Y/F/N spoke, and you looked at her with a puzzled look. You weren’t exactly sure what else you could try in this town. It was small, but well suited for everyone living in it. Everyone knew everyone, the same stories carried on from generation to generation, but that’s how everyone liked it. They weren’t suited for big, bustling cities like Perero, or Largos. At least the ones that stayed.

Y/F/N blindfolded you, and you felt your mind trying to identify your location by the twists and turns she made with the car. But you still didn’t have a clue. When she pulled you out of the car, you felt a chill run up your spine. “Y/F/N?” But she was already in the car, driving further and further away. You took off your blindfold and cursed to yourself, stomping your foot dramatically. “Ugh!” She did this same thing on Halloween too, except it was much more fitting then. Now, with the higher altitude, you felt as though you might freeze to death. You went to grab your phone out of your jacket pocket, but soon realized that you had left it charging in Y/F/N’s car. You cursed to yourself oncemore, trying to think of ways out of this situation she had put you in.

After about 20 minutes of wandering, you came to the conclusion that she was not coming back, at least for a while. You decided to try and find a safe place to camp out, though you weren’t sure if that was possible. You quickly spotted an entrance into what seemed like a cave, and jumped at the opportunity. Entering the cave, you shook with fear, anticipation, and from the cold. Your face must’ve been red in the cheeks and on your nose, that’s how you were when you got cold.

Suddenly, a voice from the other end of the cave frightened you like no other. In a smooth, yet tough voice, a man spoke. “Don’t you know how to knock?! It’s rude to trespass on private property!” You shook with fright, hearing those words.

“I’m very sorry sir! My friend abandoned me up here and I’m very cold. I thought I could seek shelter inside. I’m sorry I didn’t think about it beforehand.” You spoke hesitantly, yet hoping that he could possibly take pity on your situation. He was closer now, you could tell. You smelt the slight, woodsy fragrance repelling itself off of him. “I’m so sorry. I’ll leave.” You began to turn before you felt a cold hand grasp onto your wrist, harshly.

“No.” And before you knew it, you were pulled into the light of his home, seeing his face for the first time. His chiseled features outlined by the shadows from the candles on the walls. He was very handsome, you noted. But, as you looked closer, you realized something.

This man was none other than Loki Laufeyson. The man that destroyed Christmas every year, that dreaded the holidays, and that tried to make everyone’s life in this town a living hell. He stole Christmas lights, gifts, every holiday decoration you could think of. All of it, gone in an instant. No one ever knew why, or even had a clue. Even Thor Odinson, Loki’s step brother and the leader of Asgard, could never answer why. He, like the rest, didn’t know.

“I-“ you began, trying your best to back away from his presence and outside the cave. But that did not go along swiftly with Loki. He tightened his grip, and you quickly complied. You didn’t want to anger him any further, so you decided to just go along with what he said. Though it was hard to bare.

“Come with me, pet.” You followed Loki into a quaint, cozy bedroom with a king sized bed, and a fireplace in the corner, both lighting up the room and warming it all at once. You were extremely cold before, but the warmth helped.

“Now now, you can’t just come into my home without something to offer me, see?” He whispered, a smirk forming on his delicate lips. “What do you have for me, darling?”

“I- um” You stuttered, seeing a smirk appear upon his face.

“Nothing?” His eyes pierced, focusing in directly at you. You nodded your head in fear.

“I’m sorry.” You spoke, your stutter prevalent.

“It’s okay, sweetheart. I’m sure we’ll find something.” He laid you down on his bed, covering you with a blanket he had in a dresser drawer on the other side of the room. “Sleep tight, darling.” He whispered as he tucked you in.

Waking up, you cursed to yourself for a moment, before realizing the events the night before. You were in Loki Laufeyson’s residence, and you had to figure out something to ‘offer’ him.

Suddenly you realized you couldn’t move your arms, nor your legs, and you panicked. As much as you tried to escape, you knew it wouldn’t happen. Your binds seemed to tighten every time you tried. As you looked over, you noticed the black leather that surrounded your wrists and ankles. There were handcuffs restricting your movement.

You shook your head as tears welled up in your eyes. What was this monster planning?

"Darling, you're okay." You turned and saw Loki, standing their intimidatingly. Though his words were sweet, his stature was not. He had a stoic expression on his face. "Don't cry." He spoke, as the tears in your eyes welled up even more, coming so close to spilling over onto your cheeks. "Please don't hurt me." You begged. "Oh darling, what I want to do to you is far from hurting you." He chuckled, then backtracked slightly. "Well, for the most part."

You'd be lying if you said that you didn't think that Loki Laufeyson was drop dead gorgeous. You knew that his brother, Thor, was the king of Asgard, but there was no denying that Loki was mysterious and oddly arousing. There was just something about him. Suddenly, you were imagining Loki shirtless, on top of you, thrusting into you.

"Darling?" You snapped out of your trance, your cheeks turning crimson as you looked at him. "Sorry." You spoke. "Listen, you're safe with me. I'm not going to do anything you don't want to, love. However, the offer does stand. Seeing as you're the most gorgeous Asgardian woman I've seen in my time, and those thoughts that just played through your dirty mind, I think you'd like what I have in store for you." He winked playfully, a subtle smirk left on his face.

Fuck. He was so tempting.

"I'll undo your cuffs for now, doll. But you can let me know, okay?" What was this? In comparison to the man you met mere hours before, he was kind, almost softly dominant? Maybe his intimidation was just a mask, and Loki was really just a teddy bear on the inside.

The truth was, Loki hadn't met a kind stranger in a long while. Let alone someone so beautiful, innocent, and breathtaking. Not that the thoughts that you had of him were very innocent. There was just something about the aura you gave off that just screamed ruin me. Loki was very willing to fulfill that. Eager, even. Initially, he was annoyed at the presence of someone at his door. However, the more he was around you, the more his heart was warmed. Loki was unsure the last time he felt this way. With the death of his parents and his brother ruling the entirety of Asgard, he always felt ostracized. Since his invasion of Midgard in 2012, he would never be the good guy. Loki felt like he was born to be a villain.

"Wait-" you spoke suddenly, as he got to the first cuff. You contemplated for a moment, but then thought. What do you really have to lose? Loki Laufeyson was a beautiful man, and you really had nothing better to do for the time being. Given that your friend decided that it would be a wonderful idea to drop you off in the middle of nowhere to freeze in mid-December. The worst that he could do was kill you, and you figured that if that was your fate, Loki already would have made it so. "I want you." You stumbled out.

Loki put your ankle back in its place, then tutted as he walked his fingers along your shin. You shivered, but weren't able to move your body but a mere centimeter. "You do, darling?" Loki questioned, running his fingers up the inner portion of your shin, making his way up your leg. Soon, he had reached your inner thigh, and just with the mere touch of his fingers, you felt a puddle form between your legs. "I want you so bad" you moaned, and a smirk formed on Loki's face. "That is wonderful to hear, my love." Oh Gods, my. He said my love, and if at all possible, that made you even wetter than before.

You couldn't believe it. A God was about to take you, completely. Entirely. To be quite frank, you couldn't wait. Loki, however, wanted to take his time. Devour every last bit of you, slowly. He didn't want to miss a single bit of you.

It was at this moment you realized that your clothing was going to be shredded. There was no way to get anything off without A) removing the cuffs or B) ripping it off. You knew that in your current state, you had no patience to have multiple steps for your clothing removal. It needed to be RIPPED off. STAT.

Loki, sensing your anticipation, began to strip you of your clothes. First were your pants, which he tugged at before they ripped at the seams and came clean off of you. You had forgotten about your emerald lace underwear until now, which was a pleasant surprise for you. At least you were wearing something flattering, you thought.

"What a treat... you look like a goddess, darling." Loki spoke, and you stumbled out a "Thank you, L-Loki." "You're welcome, pet. You know, I think I might have to keep these for myself" he spoke, running his fingers along them. He brought his mouth close to your heat, and you felt yourself tense up. "Shhhh, relax my love." He spoke, and you felt your body fall limp slightly. His lips met the strap on the side of your leg, nipping at it with his teeth before he finally grasped it and pulled it. With that, your panties snapped off, and they hung delicately from Loki's mouth. He took them, folding them and shoving them into his pocket.

"Oh darling, you are a treat." You blushed as he stared at your dripping heat. "Dripping for me, and I've hardly even touched you. Do I even need to touch you, my love?" He questioned you. "Please, Loki, please touch me." You begged. "As you wish, doll." He buried his face into your folds, his tongue violating your clit almost immediately. "Fuck FUCK- Gods- Loki-" you squirmed, but he reached over to hold your hips down with his hands. His tongue spiraled delicately around your clit, putting the perfect amount of pressure on it. You could barely have a single thought with how much pleasure Loki was putting you through.

You felt the warm pressure building in your stomach, and you knew what was coming next. Loki however, wanted your climax to be on his cock. Your first, at least. He lifted his face from your heat, and you groaned, the lack of stimulation almost painful. In contrast to how much pleasure you had felt, this almost felt - wrong. Like you and Loki were made to touch and pleasure one another. To - dare you say it - love one another? No, no Y/N you thought to yourself. It's far to soon for that.

Loki placed himself on his knees in between your legs, preparing you and himself for what was about to happen. He knew that he wanted to take in every bit of you as he thrusted in and out of you, so his next order of business would be to remove your shirt and bra. Grabbing the bottom of your shirt, he spread his hands outward, ripping your shirt down the middle. He went for your bra next, using the same method to get it off of you. Your boobs gave a jiggle as the bra came off of them, and he eyed them, taking them in completely. He licked his lips, and you got eager thinking about what would be coming next. Hopefully you, you thought.

Loki brought his hands to your tits, slowly rolling your nipples between his fingers, to which you moaned in delight. You nipples were always a sensitive spot for you, and a sure-fire way to get you turned on even more than before. If that was even possible. Loki stepped back for a moment, and you both felt the unfortunate, cold feeling of decreased touch. Not for long, Loki thought, immediately discarding his clothing on the floor. His large member stood high, indicating that he had been erect for quite some time. His leather pants did little to hide that fact. "Oh, my sweet dove. You look so ready for me."

"I am ready" you nodded eagerly, and Loki chuckled at your state. Your arms and legs splayed outwards, your body completely exposed, your heat wet for him. All for him, you thought. You didn't remember the last time that a man made you feel this way. However, Loki wasn't necessarily a man - he was a God. And it definitely showed.

Loki rubbed his tip against your wet folds, gaining some lubrication. "Tell me if you want me to stop, angel." You nodded in understanding, and Loki began pressing the head of his cock into you. You moaned, and he stopped for a moment. "Gods, you're so big. Fuck." After a few moments had passed and you adjusted to his size, you nodded, indicating him to continue.

He pressed onwards, stopping every few seconds to let you adjust to him. "You're mine, darling. All mine." He told you as he inserted his entire length inside of you. "Say it." He demanded. Feeling the entirety of him, you couldn't deny his statement. "I'm yours, Loki" you agreed. You couldn't wait for him to make his mark on you.

Loki began to thrust, ever so slightly at first, penetrating you, filling you more than any man ever had previously. His tip pressed against your cervix, his shaft rubbing elegantly against your g-spot. And his fingers, oh Gods his fingers - they were circling your clit, flicking it this way and that. "Mmmmm" you moaned for him, feeling a similar warmth in your stomach as you did previously. It kept building, especially with the way his fingers played with your clit.

He began thrusting faster, mumbling something about "how tight" you were. To tease - as much as you could in this state - you pulsed your canal, pulling him inwards and tighter than before. "Oh, you little-" Loki spoke, offput by your sudden movements. He thrusted even faster now, disabling you from making any more motions that you did previously. With his right hand still continuously stimulating your clit, he brought his left hand up to play with your nipple. "Lokkiiii" you moaned as this swift movement brought you much closer to climax.

"Are you close, my dear?" You nodded, unable to get any more words out. "Me too" he groaned. You felt his dick throb inside of you, and you knew Loki was about to cum. With one last circle of your clit and roll of your nipple in his fingers, you were brought to the edge. Loki's thrusting slowed as he pumped his semen inside of you. You shook with pleasure, your canal pulsating as you climaxed.

Loki began working on the cuffs, removing them first from your ankles, then your wrists. Redness surrounded them, but it wasn't anything a little rest couldn't fix. Loki brought his mouth to the sites, kissing each one.

"That was amazing, dove. You were amazing. Such a good girl for me." You shivered at those words, they likely could have been enough to make you cum yet again. You were able to move now, and decided to try and make your way off of the bed. As your feet hit the ground, however, the rest of your body tried to tumble. Luckily, Loki was observant next to you, and saved your from your fall. "Careful, love."

"T-thank you." You stuttered, looking up into his big ocean eyes. Loki leaned down to kiss you, still holding your body steady. One hand on your lower back, the other on your butt. He released the kiss for a moment, ready to give you an offer.

"Now, my darling, though I love to see my cum dripping onto your thigh, would you like to take a bath to clean up?" You nodded hesitantly, and Loki helped guide you to his bathroom, where he started the bathtub and placed some rose petals inside.

"After you, milady." He spoke, and you climbed into the tub. It was cozy, your whole body was surrounded my warmth. Loki climbed in behind you, and you sat yourself onto his lap. His member pressed into your back, but it wasn't nearly as erect as it had been. Not for long, at least. You and Loki sat in the tub for a few minutes before his need to make you cum returned. Sneakily, he brought his right hand around to your nether regions once again, immediately finding your clit. His other hand worked hard on squeezing your left breast, and as you were about to turn to dispute, Loki's lips were on yours, silencing you. You were completely at his mercy.

After a moment, Loki's lips let yours go, so that he could speak. "How many orgasms do you want tonight, my love?" At this you nearly choked, barely being able to respond. You shrugged, but Loki had an idea. "How about until the only thing you can think of is me, and the only word that flows from that pretty mouth of yours is my name."

You shuttered in response, but Loki knew it was what you wanted, too. He continued his assault on your clit and breast, tongue intertwined with yours. You lifted your legs to lay on either side of the bathtub, giving him a bit more room to work with. Soon, you felt that same feeling fill up your stomach, preparing you to climax. You began to moan uncontrollably, and Loki knew you were close. "Lokiii" you groaned out, your clit still slightly sensitive from earlier. You were, once again, on the edge.

Your calves and feet began to tense and you began to shake from the pleasure that overcame your body once again. "Fuck, Lokiiiii" you whimpered, the circulating of your clit was becoming too much. You were going to cum again. You became undone in Loki's arms, and he gave you several moments to regain consciousness. Not that you weren't conscious, but what you were experiencing was not of this universe. That you were certain of.

"Did that feel good, dove?" You nodded, still trying to respond despite your loss of sensation from every sense except touch. You were hyperaware of all the pleasureful sensations that overcame you, to the point where your sight, hearing, smell and taste all faded slightly.

After you and Loki both cleaned up in the tub, he started the drain. The petals slowly floated to the bottom, some suds still remaining. Never had someone prioritized your pleasure so much. And Gods, it was amazing. Had you died? Were you dreaming?

"I can assure you are not dreaming, my love. However, it seems you are still thinking of other things besides myself..." Loki brought his hand to the small of your back and began to bend you over. His cock hardened to it's entirety once more, and he forced you to watch in the mirror as he took you for a second time. He had leaned you over the counter so you had a detailed view of how precisely he pounded into you. You tried not to look at yourself, but Loki pulled your hair so that you were forced to watch the gratified faces you made with each and every stroke.

Not only did Loki make you cum again in this instance, he made you cum about 5 other times that night. You were his, and he, yours. For once, you were glad that Y/F/N abandoned you in an odd part of Asgard. In fact, you wouldn't have had it any other way.

That year, Loki felt a reason to be in the holiday spirit. Though he had initially planned, like every year, to diminish Asgard of its holiday decorations, it took a mere snap of his fingers to bring color back to the city. And so he did, you immediately jumping into his arms as you watched the city be refilled with vibrancy. "Hey Loki" you whispered, and he turned towards you. "Yes, my love?" A curious expression played on his face, waiting for you to answer.

"Can we do something fun?" Loki grabbed your hand, squeezing it slightly. "Like what, Y/N?"

"I want to get hot chocolate and roam downtown and look at all of the holiday lights." You told him. "Well, if my darling insists..." He smiled, holding you close, watching as your cheeks and nose turned pink with the nippy weather.

You and Loki wandered downtown Asgard, as promised. Hot cocoa in one hand, fingers intertwined on the other. Many Asgardians recognized Loki and smiled at the two of you, knowing that his cold heart had been warmed by you.

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