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୨・┈﹕✦﹕ Kinktober Day 16﹕✦﹕┈・୧
loki x f!reader -> çnç
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warnings: çnc themes, slight choking, bondage, cunnilingus, loki being a menace but both the reader & loki break character in the end. mentions of aftercare and sweet fluff‼️
“running will land you in worse situations than this one, pet.” the echoing voice of loki reverberated through the shell of your ear, louder than your panting, your gasping as you tried to clutch onto your failing lungs for air. “how adoring of you to think you can outrun, the god, your god.” loki’s low, mocking chuckle followed soon after.
you were aimlessly running in the asgardian castle corridors, trying with all your heart and soul to escape the ruthlessness of your captor. getting almost dizzy when you forced your feet to take another step, almost falling down if it wasn’t for those metallic ornamented wrists laced with fine asgardian leather grabbing you by the neck. “oh, found you.” he grimly chuckles.
“please— your highness, i will never run again.” you clutched onto his wrist, scratching it up while loki lifted you up forcefully, your legs leaving the ground but you didn’t feel choked. of course— him and his theatrics. “i know you won’t run, little pet. because i will render those legs useless when i’d be done with you.” loki gritted his teeth, baring the green light in his eyes as you got tied up, teleporting to his bedroom and against his mattress. green silk bands tied your wrists and ankles apart, like a starfish.
you tried your best to struggle away, but the tug only got tighter until a painful whimper escaped your parted lips. “submission might aid. i might add.” loki’s words were like a silent warning & also a hint. you may comply and he might be merciful. “please your highness, i beg off you to let me go.” you crooned, glossy eyed.
“oh, darling,” loki feigns pity, and the next moment you find yourself naked in front of his feasting eyes. nipples hardening at the tender touch of colder air and cunt clamping around nothing now that you felt so drastically exposed. your eyed squeezed shut, heat radiating through your cheeks as you turned your head to the side. “you should pray to your god, no? pray to him to be merciful.” loki muses, leaning in and kissing your throbbing clit.
the touch alone sent jolts down your spine and core, pupils widening at his skilled tongue twirling around your needy clit. “you taste sinful.” he smirked, eyes glancing at your furrowed brows. “let me go.” you tried once more, meek whimpers erupting from your pouted lips.
“hmm?” loki contemplated, acting as if he might actually let you go. “alright.” he leaned back, glinting mischievously with a smirk. “if you don’t want me having my way with you, then you don’t cum. after all. it is all but torment to you is it not?” loki emphasises, knowing full well you’d lose yourself and cream the moment he goes hard on your cunt.
you pouted, while that was answer enough, loki still wanted to show you the control he has over you. spreading your cunt lips, he leaned in, taking a shameless sniff of your arousal. “how cute.” he smirked, leaning in and lapping at your juices. fuck— you were feeling so hot and bothered, every single vein in your body feeling the heat of his administrations. you reflexively rutted your hips against him, eager to please yourself over his tongue, eager to cum.
“your highness- AH loki- please- please i’m so close.” it was not before long your body had betrayed you & you were reduced to a mumbling, panting, begging mess. even so, you knew better than to cum without loki’s permission. “go on, little pet.” loki’s thumb ran languid circles onto your clit. “have at it.”
your orgasm tore through your body as you screamed out his name, rabid breathing echoing through the walls of your shared bedroom. “fuck- fuck- can’t can’t.” your moans reduced to pleas again, when loki didn’t want to stop at just one orgasm. “please loki- need a break.” you gasped out, normally you could give him two orgasms without break, but the situation you were in made you a little more sensitive than normal.
“need a break? or want a break, pet?” loki asked once more, a silent nudge for your surity if you wanted him to break his character.
“need a break, loki.” you whimpered back, struggling against the restraints. the use of his first name was signal enough. “alright darling.” he smiled, the restraints gone as he leaned in, kissing you passionately.
“oh what a man you make me to be.” he rolled his eyes when you hug him back, inhaling the comfort of his scent. “it was fun! don’t lie.” you pouted, smiling back when he nuzzled his nose against you.
“you do know that i would never do anything against your will, right princess?” loki reminded you again, while you nodded in approval. “yes, i do.”
“perfect.”
“lifting me off the ground was a bit much.”
“come on, little one, i am known for my theatrics.”
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Absolutely Dripping [Avenger!Loki x Fem.Reader]
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Summary: A very wet towel-clad god interrupts your prank.
Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Smutty. Extreme Loki Thirst. Language.
Based on my Hot Gif Drabble: The Towel (w/c 2.9k)
You bit your lip, nerves of excitement flushing through your blood as you rounded the corner toward the men’s locker room.
Revenge sat snug in the pocket of your jeans; the small bag of powder nestled against your hip. The plan was perfect. That smug bastard wasn’t going to know what hit him.
You’d been planning this all week, waiting until he predictably spent Saturday morning in the Tower gym with Wilson.
This’ll teach him to mess with me, you thought; grimacing at the memory of your most unflattering underwear decorating the Avengers common room like goddam bunting.
You looked around, registering the patter of a shower in use down the hall. I’ll be in and out, you thought; frantically scanning the benches.
A few kit bags lay dotted around. You squinted, reading the names embroidered into their fabric; Wilson, Barton...Barnes. You smirked, tiptoeing like a cartoonish villain across the tiles, incandescent with silent glee.
You unzipped Bucky’s kit bag, rummaging for the prize you sought. Why does he need so much shit for the gym, he lives upstairs; you thought, while one hand fumbled inside the pocket at your hip.
Your eyes widened with excitement as they fell on the item in question. His trousers.
“Reduced to indulging yourself with the stolen scent of Barnes’ raggedy sweatpants, Agent?”
You froze, eyes flickering back and forth against the lockers as you stood hunched with the offending article in your hands.
“You really must work on your clandestine techniques, darling. I could hear your elephantine footsteps from the shower-room.”
You spun around, clutching the black sweatpants to your chest. “Loki. Hi.”
Laufeyson leant against the open doorway, a fist holding a towel loosely wrapped around his hips. Clearly, he had been in a hurry. A dark trail of fine hair bordered the towel's edge over his Adonis belt, skin still glistening with fresh droplets of water. You swallowed.
He was soaking. Absolutely dripping, in fact.
The dents in his chiselled torso glimmered with a mirrored sheen, flicking his sodden hair back from his face.
Water ran down his biceps, catching in the crook of his elbow before pattering to the floor. He crossed his ankles, the jaunty confidence of his stance making it difficult to retain even a nugget of dignity. You felt your cheeks begin to burn under his amused stare.
“You’re probably wondering what I’m doing here.” you chuckled awkwardly.
Loki shrugged, inspecting his fingernails. “Not really. There is a degree of inevitability within this scenario that cannot be denied.”
You frowned, glancing back at the benches. “Do you...do you need your kit bag? Sorry, I’ll get out the way-”
“I do not require a kit bag.” he snapped haughtily, pacing forward across the tiles. He ran his hands through his sodden black hair, dripping tendrils pasted against his long neck. Fuck, he looked good naked. Well, almost naked.
Fuck me, you thought; feeling heat rising in your cheeks. He's even hotter without the leather. He's fucking hotter.
If you’d known there was even the possibility he’d be here to catch you, you’d have worn something a bit less...tragic.
“You also ‘do not require’ a towel.” you sniffed, trying to sound clever and immediately regretting it. An amused smirk flickered at the god’s lips, his eyes narrowing with intrigue.
“Is that so, Agent? Perhaps I should divest myself of it, then.” he purred, careful footsteps edging closer as you shuffled, knees hitting the back of the bench.
“I mean, I meant- I didn’t mean now, I meant... because you can dry yourself...you’re always saying you can just dry yourself...oh-never mind.” you spluttered, throwing the sweatpants back on top of Bucky’s bag.
The small plastic square filled with powder fell to the tiles, landing perfectly beside Loki’s left foot.
The two of you stared at it, eyes rising in tandem. Loki was brimming with mischief, his wide pupils glimmering with interest in the unexpected drama in which he had become immersed.
“And what, pray tell, is that?” he said, tilting his head as you wished the ground would swallow you whole.
“It’s uh...itching powder.” you muttered, pulling at the sleeve of your baggy sweatshirt.
Loki couldn’t be standing more than a foot away. You could feel the heat from his shower-fresh skin wafting across the space between you. Clean, fresh musk hung in the air; like warm pine and wet leaves and sandalwood and bergamot. The scent of him. You'd always assumed it was cologne.
Christ, you thought; feeling your chest tighten under a roll of feral desire. Keep it together.
Trickles ran from his hair to his glistening collarbone, gathering in the hollow. Some made paths over waves of abdominal muscle, soaking into the rich cotton hanging dangerously on his hips. You swallowed, unable to draw your eyes away.
"I was under the impression that on Midgard it is considered rude to stare." Loki hummed, rolling his shoulders back and readjusting the fingers toying with the tuck of the towel. "Is that not so?"
Your eyes snapped upward, lips opening and closing as you searched your empty brain for a sentence that wouldn’t make you sound like a pervert.
"Mmmm..." he murmured thoughtfully, drawing his bottom lip between his teeth as he marinated in the awkward silence.
"So, are you going to get that?" The side of his foot nudged at the baggie lying abandoned on the tiles below.
Even his toes are sexy, you thought with an internal whine; noticing your breaths quickening as you lowered on your haunches reaching for the bag. You wobbled, hands flying to the nearest surface to steady yourself.
His thighs.
Oh god, no. You grimaced, feeling Loki rock into your pathetic grip above his knees. “Sorry.” you mumbled, looking up. His pointed chin was cast down to his chest, the symmetry of his face heartbreakingly perfect. You let out a light whimper.
How many times you’d fantasised about kneeling in front of him just like this, worshipping him with aching slowness. You would trap every growl of pleasure from his throat in your memory as you sucked him dry. Relishing every desperate rut of his hips further into your mouth, fingertips sinking into his bare, godly ass.
You could feel wetness sliding in your panties as you bounced weakly on your calves, trying to gain purchase to come back up. They were jelly.
His long thighs bulged against your hands through the towel. Imagine how he can fuck with legs like these, you thought; feeling another tide of arousal seep from your pussy.
The corner of Loki’s mouth twitched, making his cheekbones sharpen in the bright overhead lights as he observed you through half-lidded eyes.
The angle of his jaw highlighted his flawless bone structure as he leant forward, the sharp edges making you dizzy. His patient stare filled your head with absolute filth as you hovered with your mouth level to his crotch, rendered mute.
Drops of water from his dripping locks spattered your upturned face. A solitary drip rolled down the side of your nose, catching on the edge of your upper lip. Without thinking, your tongue flicked out, drawing it in.
“Are you alright, Agent?” Loki murmured with faux concern, enunciating every word as his keen eyes searched your face.
Your thighs began to quiver as you balanced weakly on the balls of your feet.
Loki pursed his lips, his voice as richly seductive as it was in the darkness when your fingers crept between your spread legs, alone in your bed.
“Do you require some...assistance?” he purred knowingly, the slant of his eyebrows making you feel faint.
“Yes.” you said quickly, the solitary word catching in your throat. Loki smirked, his open palm appearing by your shoulder. “All you had to do was ask, darling.”
He raised you slowly as pangs of discomfort shot up your legs. How long had you been down there? It couldn’t have been more than ten seconds, surely, you thought; as his warm breath skated over your lips.
You realised you didn’t want to know.
“Since you are so brazenly flirting with failure in this prank of yours, perhaps it’s time to enlist the professional?” he hummed, his thumb wiping trails of moisture from your temple before resting on your cheekbone.
Loki’s gaze hovered on your lips, his wide fingertip rubbing the angle of your jaw twice, before releasing you. You nodded, dazed.
What the hell is wrong with me, you thought, holding up the baggie of itching powder beneath his sceptical gaze. He pinched it from your grasp, observing it with mild interest.
“Well for one thing, Agent...it’s white. Even a simpleton like Barnes will notice a dusting of suspicious powder adorning his black sweatpants, wouldn’t you agree?”
Your face fell, realising he was right.
“But never fear, darling. Your saviour is here.” Loki winked, shaking the bag as you watched the white powder turn dark. A sly smile spread across your face, mirroring the devilish glint in Loki’s eye.
He nodded, an unspoken understanding as you took the bag and opened it carefully. You spread the waist of Bucky’s sweatpants holding the legs in a tight fist and sprinkling the powder liberally in the crotch.
“Give them a shake.” Loki whispered gleefully, lips stretching in a broad smile as he relished the mischief afoot. You shook the trousers, scraping the sides together to mesh the powder deeper into the thick fabric. “Good girl.” Loki murmured, folding his arms approvingly.
The sound of raised voices echoed in the corridor. “Shit” you gasped, dropping the sweatpants on the floor.
Loki’s hands clasped your shoulders, his broad chest inches from your face as you stared up at him, wide-eyed. His features were set in determination, fair skin and emerald eyes accentuated by wet, slicked back hair. God, he was so fucking hot.
“If you are to evade discovery, drastic action is required.” he grumbled, ushering you to the side as he snapped his fingers. The sweatpants flew neatly folded into the kit bag, contents re-arranging of their own accord.
“Drastic ac-action?” you stammered, wondering what the hell was happening as your shoulders bumped against the tiled wall in the corner of the room.
Loki had manoeuvred you to a tight L shape space, a row of lockers to the side blocking your view of the door.
Panic rose in your stomach, “They’ll see me, Loki, when they come across for the bags...” you hissed, craning around the corner before he pushed you back against the wall.
“I think you’ve had enough opportunity to prove your skills in the art of mischief, pet.” he whispered, his forearm pressed against the wall above you, “And sadly lacking, I’m afraid.”
The mockery was palpable. You grimaced, making Loki chuckle. Fat strands of sodden hair brushed your cheeks as he towered over you, encased by his semi-naked form against the cold wall.
You felt yourself clench, the mess in your panties becoming untenable as he lowered covertly to your ear, lips grazing the skin. You let out a light gasp, a shudder making your knees buckle.
“Just stay quiet.” he murmured, as the voices drew closer. “I have a plan.”
Your eyes hovered on his twitching pectorals, an impossibly firm bicep flexing as he fiddled with the side of the towel. Moisture glistened against the veins protruding against tight skin, endless drips still caressing down the side of his stomach through deep grooves of muscle.
Loki turned, the expanse of his triangular back close enough to bite. Fuck, you thought; as he raised one arm to rest on the side of the lockers, his thick trunk concealing you.
You devoured the sight of his shoulder-blades adjusting, the rear of his arms even more toned than the front. Not a fingernail scratch in sight, you thought with interest, before your eyes flew wide; lips pressed tight to conceal a gasp.
He had dropped the towel.
You stifled a whimper, unbidden delirious laughter building in your belly as you heard the owners of the voices fumble with the door.
“Jesus Christ, Laufeyson...what the hell, man?” Wilson yelled, coupled with a low yowl of surprise from Bucky beside him.
"Is it not enough you’re swingin’ that thing around in those tight leather pants 24/7? Fuck, man...puh-lease.”
You bit your lip hard, the sharp pain settling rising giggles as you flattened against the tiles.
Loki turned to the side, extending his arm to its full length against the wall of lockers. Wilson’s shoes were all you could see of him, the toes shuffling back and forth as he clearly tried to avert his eyes.
“Apologies, gentleman. I wasn’t expecting company.” Loki purred, his ass clenching.
You sucked your lips between your teeth, a silent girlish scream ringing in your brain as blood thundered in your ears. His rear was an absolute monument to marbled masculinity; it was all you could do not to sink to your knees.
Imagine what he looks like from the front, you thought; cupping your mouth with your hands. A silent scream puffing out your cheeks.
“Expecting?! Can you believe this guy? Dude, havin’ your dick out is cool, fine...but don’t stand there like one of your brother’s fangirls in the lobby with their ya-ya’s out, c’mon man; this is a public locker room not an Amsterdam shop-window.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about Wilson. This is perfectly normal on Asgard. A little post-workout self-care, if you know what I mean." he said knowingly, a sly twinge in his voice. "Which you just interrupted, actually.”
This was met by a humph of disapproval from the men, low tsks peppering the air as Loki re-adjusted his stance, spreading his legs wider.
Wilson’s hand appeared beyond the lockers, a finger waggling toward the belligerent god.
“Laufeyson. Do not stand there with your schlong in my face and tell me you were about to masturbate in the same room as my stuff. Please. Tell me that is not what I’m hearing right now.”
Loki chuckled, running a hand through his hair as you slid further down the wall; squeezed as far into the corner as you could get.
From this angle, you could see the profile of his cock bobbing adjacent to one muscular thigh, semi-hard. A violent shiver rolled down your spine, brow furrowing with utter, disgraceful need.
Bucky piped up. “Go wack it in the showers like a normal dude. Haven’t you just been in there?” From the direction of his voice, you guessed he was facing the door.
“Whatever gave you the impression I was one of these...‘normal dudes’ of which you speak, Barnes?” the god hummed, leaning seductively against the lockers.
The shoulder closest to your face tightened, his hand shifting across his hips, brushing his growing manhood.
“You got that right.” Wilson spat, the squeak of trainers on the tile signalling the stand-off was over. “You got five minutes. And don’t go near my bag. I’ll know, ass-hole.”
The door slammed shut, raised voices sounding from the hallway growing fainter as silence reigned in the locker room once more.
Loki’s back rose and fell, the scent of his skin hanging in your nostrils like incense. How easy it would be, you thought, just to lean forward and bite him. Right there between his shoulder-blades.
Loki cleared his throat. “I’m going to bend down now, Agent” he murmured, casting a cautious glance over his shoulder at your contorted body pressed feverishly against the wall.
You nodded; eyes glazed. This is a dream, you thought; watching Loki’s long, lean body squat and gracefully scoop his discarded towel from the floor. This isn’t happening. Not really.
“Desperate times call for desperate measures, darling. I’m sure you’d agree.” he purred, rising and spinning on his heels, the loose towel clutched to his groin.
You traced the twin valleys of definition with wandering eyes, on the thin wires of pubic hair creeping beyond the cotton’s reach. The long drape of towel swayed gently between his spread legs; the fist he was using to hold it aloft probably unnecessary.
You took a sharp breath, words forming on your tongue that choked behind your teeth. Loki stepped forward; the fine trail of darkness ghosting his lower stomach becoming a shadow.
The scent of his clean musk was overwhelming, the soaking mess in your underwear sliding against your clit as you squirmed. His bare chest pressed lightly against your sweatshirt, trapping you in the corner under his smouldering stare.
A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, eyes wide in faux-innocence. “You were desperate... weren’t you, Agent?”
“Yes. Thank you, Loki…” you whispered, not knowing what else to say. He hummed approvingly, stepping back to let you pass.
“Forget you saw anything with the powder” you said hastily, “and I’ll um, do the same. I never saw...anything.”
You waved your hands in front of your eyes for effect, casting them downward as you made your way quickly to the door.
Loki’s velvet chuckle sent shivers down your spine as your fingers gripped the doorknob, his palm sliding around your waist from behind; the other flat against the door; holding it shut.
He wasn’t holding the towel.
Loki pulled you back against his chest, a wall of stomach muscle straightening your spine. You could feel his cock hardening furiously against your ass, rubbing upward as he thrust gently against the soft flesh.
His wetted lips grazed the edge of your jaw, making your head tilt to the side. You exposed your neck with a soft moan as more droplets from his hair rolled against your skin.
“Don’t you dare forget, Agent.” he purred darkly, messy kisses melting into your heated skin.
“We both know that I was not the only one absolutely dripping in this locker room today.”
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Eyes On The Road...
I blame you guys for this. @lokisgoodgirl @lokischambermaid @ijuststareatstuffhereok89
Words: 425
Warnings: 18+ themes; Loki thirst
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Loki might have hated Midgardian technology but he was a skilled driver. A very skilled one, you soon realized.
He switched gears like it was nothing, quickly kicking the engine up to fifth without issues. His forearm flexed with the motion while his fingers curled gently around the gear shift.
You couldn't help but stare. There was just something about Loki being so casual, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows and his hair messy from the wind, that made it almost impossible not to fall under his spell.
The engine roared when Loki attempted to switch back to fourth gear and accidentally hit third.
"Apologies, milady," he mumbled under his breath and swiftly corrected his mistake.
You stared at the dashboard in front of you, your eyes growing wide in shock.
The engine calmed down quickly and soon it was once again purring like a happy cat. Loki reached out, gently patting the dashboard before he gripped the gear shift again. His arm muscles flexed and you had to bite your lip to stop yourself from whimpering.
You'd been so focused on his arms and hands that the deep rumble of his voice hit you full force without any chance to prepare yourself.
"There you go, perfect. See, I knew you could do it." The engine purred as Loki shifted back to fifth gear, smiling proudly to himself. "Yes, just like that. Good girl..."
You couldn't stop the whimper that escaped your mouth. Your thighs squeezed together as a shiver ran down your spine.
Loki glanced over at you, an amused grin spreading on his face. "Hm... You like that, don't you, darling."
It wasn't a question.
You still nodded, looking away in embarrassment. Your eyes locked onto a piece of dust on the dashboard, strictly avoiding Loki's grinning face.
His hand came down to grip your thigh. His long fingers curled around your leg, squeezing deliberately.
You groaned under your breath when his hand shifted higher, brushing against your core through the fabric of your jeans.
Loki's deep chuckle sent shivers down your spine.
"Well, darling... A gas station is coming up. Would you like to go there," he paused, his voice somehow even lower when he continued, "so I can fuck you on Stark's expensive leather seats?"
You could only nod, squeezing your eyes shut when he gently patted your thigh.
"Good girl..."
Your gasp was drowned out by the roaring engine as Loki switched into the other lane. You still caught his grin out of the corner of your eye.
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Hello, I wanted to tell you that I can't wait to see more Loki AI art in a "luxury" version because I love them so much and they are my favorite. Also your story is really nice too. ❤️
Omg thank you @shambelle97 you are a dear! I am so thrilled you love them. I have more coming soon! Thank you as well for reading High 🌙 Moon! It’s a deep one so if ever becomes too much of a headache lol 😂 try my other stories!! More fluffy intrigue on my masterlist! Again thank you so much for your kind kind words!! Here are a few Loki’s just for you! ♥️
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If you have time, maybe a touch/praise starved Loki x reader please? Like she pets his hair or tells him he did a good job and he's just like 👁👄👁 i need more
A warm, soft body laid on top of him and Loki felt his face heat. And when soft kisses rained down on his face and his lips, he couldn't pretend to b asleep. He rumbled wordlessly, allowing himself the pleasure of basking in the attention, wrapping his arms around you.
"Good morning, dear heart," he hummed.
"Good morning, my love," you murmur, resting your head on his heart, pleased that he's awake and holding you like you wanted.
"Did you sleep well?" He stroked your back and kissed the top of your head tenderly.
"I always do," you answer, "After you've loved me."
"Oh?" he chuckled, "And do you have sweet dreams?"
"Not as sweet as this," you sigh, snuggling close and tilting your face up for kisses.
Loki smiled, feeling warm. Content. His beautiful love. His lady fair was here. Warm and happy. Safe. Pleased with him. And it pleased him. "Now whose tongue is silver?" he teased.
"Still yours," you tell him, grinning. "My brave prince-"
"Let's test that, hmm?" he said, flipping you onto your back and parting your thighs to expose your sex to him with a speed that made you gasp- and then giggle.
"Loki-"
"Would you deny me the pleasure of hearing you my love?" he pouted, propping himself on his elbows between your thighs and pressing soft kisses against your fold, shivering when you mewl prettily for him.
"No, your highness," you managed, already fighting the urge to squirm. And Loki grinned before taking a long slow lick up your slit. Parting your folds with his tongue. His love was going to enjoy a long, leisurely morning in bed. And he was going to enjoy every gasp. Every helpless moan. And every plea for more. He liked you lazy. He liked you hedonistic. And if you weren't calling him a good boy, telling him he'd been wonderful- he was going to be very put out.
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Mischief Unleashed
Warnings: 18+ only, smut - please read at your own discretion
When you were kids, you like to tease Loki. Despite his annoyance, he still enjoys your company. Now that you've grown a little older, you realized that Loki has developed a little crush on you - and you do too but your mischievous ways make him question if you really like him or just messing with him
You flirt with him incessantly, which you enjoy as you find him gritting his teeth and clenching his jaw as he tried to hold himself back to be so damn attractive. You get touchy feely with him, letting him "accidentally" graze your breasts and you accusing him of being a pervert while he protests that he has no such intentions. One time you bend over to pick something, his crotch bumping indirectly to your own, and you can see his visible frustration. You enjoy seeing him trying to hold back but you are also longing for the day when he can just dominate you.
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While Loki was working alone in one of the labs, you started bothering him. He keeps telling you to stay away but your stubbornness got the best of you and a little accident happened. You spilled something to yourself and Loki.
Loki tells you it was a reproductive drug that increases libido. He was fighting off the effects and tells you to go back to your room as fast as you can but it was too late.
You felt yourself getting wet hearing Loki's commanding voice. It was a different side of him and he looks so dominating. You are starting to fall into the effects of the drug but you find it hard to fight off. You want Loki to fuck you senseless there.
"...do you hear me,y/n?" Worried,he asks
You were so drunk and horny that all that came out of your mouth was, "fuck me, Loki - get back at me for all the times I riled you up and left you hanging."
That was his last straw, lunges at you and kisses you intensely, barely any time between breaths. You undress each other as he lays on top of you on the cold marble floor. He started sucking you neck, leaving trails of red spots. He grabs one of your breasts to fondle as he suckles the other. You were squirming out of pleasure as you both exchange sensual moans. You can feel his engorged member grazing your thighs and you wanted it deep in you now.
But Loki has other plans left - he licks your torso down to your navel as he goes down to your aching mound. He rubs your sensitive clit as you moan his name in return. He started sucking your clit as he inserted two digits inside your dripping canal. His actions sent you waves of pleasure as you squirted your love juices on his face which he hungrily licked.
Still not enough, you flipped yourself over. Loki is now on the floor, and you are on top of him. Your face is flushed with beads of sweat forming, dripping down your supple breasts. You licked the precum on his member, licking from base to tip before circling your tongue all over. Loki was cursing from the pleasure he is getting from you.
You got back on top of him spread your folds and hungrily welcomed his member inside you. You adjusted yourself from the girth of his cock and started rocking your hips back and forth. You feel the tip hitting your cervix constantly. He went back to sucking your breasts as you moaned his name in ecstasy.
You feel his member pulsating and he told you he is about to cum. You are also about to, and you coated his member with your cum and he returns the favor too by releasing his inside you. You slumped towards him in exhaustion and fell asleep after.
You woke up with a sore feeling in your thigh but you were covered in an emerald blanket, laying on one of the sofas in the lab. You scanned the room to find Loki and you saw him walking towards you bringing tea.
He asked how you were feeling, and you answered that you feel well. He subtly smiles and you remembered everything that happened earlier. You blushed, your ears turning so red.
"I am so sorry, I have lost all my sense of control" you said
"it's alright - "
"but I liked it so much, I hope you don't feel bad about it." You continued, he was surprised at your remark
"I guess we can do it whenever you feel like it, love" he answered
"do you now believe that I like you, Loki?"
"yes, I like you too - a lot"
"I know - but I want you to prove it again to me right now"
You cupped his cheek and started kissing him again... You are thrilled to see what will happen next.
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The Bird of Hermes is my name; Eating my wings to make me tame
So...
Some of y’all may have heard of me by now. xD
This is BirdOfHermes from AO3. I write primarily Loki/Female Reader and Loki/Original Female Character fics, but I also dabble in Thor/Female Reader or Thor/OFC, and some other fandoms too. I thought it might be a good idea to create a sideblog in case anyone in the Loki or Thor fandom wants to meet me, since some of you have posted before asking if I had a Tumblr. Please say hi if you’d like; I’m hella awkward but hella friendly.
The other reason I decided to make a sideblog is that AO3 bans you from posting your Ko-Fi link and it would be lovely if people wanted to tip me for fics again. So you can find my Ko-fi here if you feel the urge: https://ko-fi.com/birdofhermes (Please remember: DO NOT EVER MENTION KO-FI ON AO3. Not even in the comments. They will suspend you for ANY mention of the site, then delete your account. If you contribute, tell me on here, not on there, or they’ll boot us both out.)
For now, though, I’m creating a masterlist of my work so that Tumblrians don’t have a hard time finding my work on here. I’ll come back and update it as new fics get written as well, since y’all know my thirsty ass writes like a maniac.
Series that I Write
The Thirst Trials (in no particular order; these are all separate ideas that have the same theme of being either Loki/Reader or Loki/OFC or Thor/Reader or Thor/OFC):
Sugar and Spice (Loki/OFC and Thor/OFC)
Secret (Loki/Reader)
The Scent of a Rose (Thor/Reader)
The Proposal (Loki/Reader)
Therapeutic (Loki/Reader)
Anodyne (Loki/Reader)
The Auction (Loki/Reader)
Reprieve (Loki/Reader)
Under my Skin (Thor/Reader)
Pretty Pink Baby Blue (Thor/Reader)
The Eye of the Storm (Thor/Reader)
Surrender (Thor/Reader)
Nepenthe (Loki/Reader)
Tempest (Thor/Reader/Loki)
Scratch My Back (Loki/Reader)
Somebody That I Used to Know (Loki/Reader)
Paper Hearts (Thor/Reader)
This is (Avengers) Halloween (Thor/Reader)
All the Pretty Girls (Thor/Reader/Loki)
Bad Things (Loki/Reader)
Bivouac (Loki/Reader)
Kissing a Fool (Thor/Reader)
Small Mercies (Loki/Reader)
Stripped Bare (Thor/Reader)
Bound (Loki/Reader)
Quarantined (Loki/Reader)
Tape Song (Loki/Black Original Female Character)
Mi Casa es Su Casa (Thor/Reader)
Dictate (Loki/Reader)
The Wild Side (Thor/Reader)
She Ain’t Heavy (Loki/Reader)
Lost and Found (Loki/Reader)
The Interview (Loki/Reader)
Gentleman of Quality (Loki/Reader)
King and Queen (Thor/Black Female Reader)
Of Love and Gods (Loki/Black Original Female Character)
The Photographer (Loki/Reader)
Love Rain (Loki/Black Original Female Character)
Freed (Loki/Reader)
Silvertongue (Loki/Reader)
Immortalitea (Loki/Reader/Thor)
Naughty or Nice (Loki/Reader)
Another Girl Another Planet (Jotunn Loki/Reader)
The Journal (Thor/Reader)
All the Small Things (Loki/Reader)
No Accounting for Taste (Loki/Reader)
Under Pressure (This is a Loki/Reader series, but it’s told in first POV and Reader is nicknamed Frosty because she’s a part time Avenger with ice powers who was recruited shortly before Thanos entered the picture. Fics below are in chronological order.)
Under Pressure
Sweet
The Fight Before Christmas
Valentinus
Breakthrough
Cold
High
Gamble
Stood Up
Cradle and All
Runaways
And that’s all for now! I’ll update this post whenever I’ve got something new cooking, but for now, please wave, friend, share, and such things. Hope you guys like my work.
Birdie loves you. <3
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Jól Never Be Alone | Loki x Fem!Reader
banner created by the amazing @springdandelixn
A/N: Hello! Enjoy this festive oneshot that I wrote as a gift for @smolvenger for this Secret Santa event facilitated by @fictive-sl0th. I took inspiration from a request submitted by @smolvenger and also from the Old Norse jól (pronounced yule), a midwinter festival which celebrated the passing of the longest days of winter, and fertility in the coming year. Happy Holidays!
Genre/Warnings: Arranged marriage, mild angst in the beginning (with a happy ending, I promise!), hurt/comfort, fluff, thirst, pining, smutty thoughts, language
Word Count: 3k
Three damn days.
That’s it. That’s all the time you had to pull yourself together.
To clean up the mess that you’d become these past weeks and be what the people of Asgard expected you to be. Needed you to be.
The shining star of the upcoming jól feast. You were to be the gem of the midwinter celebration as their newest princess.
That is, after all, what you were. You were married into the Asgardian royal family just over a month ago, joined in holy matrimony with Odin’s youngest son. The dark prince. Loki. A man — no, a god — that, for centuries now, had maidens everywhere falling over themselves just for the chance to spend a night warming his bed. How lucky you were to be his wife, right?
Though it wasn’t exactly a love match. Your marriage had been arranged by those that claimed more of a say in your lives than either of you did. Loki’s father and your own had devised a scheme — years in the making — in which you’d become Loki’s wife to strengthen the alliance between Asgard and your home realm, Vanaheim.
Yes, unfortunately, your love story felt less like a romance and more like a political drama.
It certainly didn't help that Loki has been cold and distant since the betrothal. He was always keeping to his own side of your shared living quarters, the physical walls between you serving as a constant reminder of the figurative one that loomed —towering and unsurmountable — between you. Short, clipped greetings are all that fell from his lips to welcome or acknowledge you when your paths did cross. Roommates with fancy titles... that's all you were. The dark, handsome prince, your husband, was never disrespectful — far from it, actually — but he never showed any true interest in you beyond what has been required during public appearances.
You couldn't blame him, not really. This couldn't possibly be what he had hoped for, when he would daydream about his own future. Trapped in a loveless marriage with you, likely feeling like little more than a pawn in his father's political chess games. No, it was no wonder why he kept his distance as much as the nature of your entanglement allowed.
There was a time, not so long ago, when you had allowed yourself to dream of a future where you sat beside Loki, as his wife. But not this way. Not like this.
Since childhood, you'd had a crush on the younger prince. Once you were old enough to accompany your father on his delegations to Asgard, where he'd speak on behalf of the Vanir at the council meetings, he was sure to bring you along. In hindsight, you realized, he only brought you with him so that you could become acquainted with Asgard before he secured your place there, within the royal court. But oh, how you looked forward to those trips! And a certain mischievous god was to blame...
Loki caught your eye the very first time you met him. How could he not? With those sharp cheekbones and chiseled jaw that you swore were sharp enough to slice through your dignity. The silky curtains of raven curls that framed his stupidly handsome face, always looking absolutely perfect, no matter how unkempt and mussed they were. Then there were his eyes, glistening like two polished emeralds against the alabaster planes of his face. You had frequently wondered what it might be like to lock eyes with him during the throes of a passionate night of lovemaking... meeting his gaze as you're writhing in the sheets underneath his lean, sculpted body, appreciating the length of him — of his neck, his limbs, his cock as he buries himself inside you.
Perhaps it was foolish, but you spent those years pining for him from afar, dreaming of what could possibly be someday. Sure, you spent time with him during your visits, enjoying strolls together through the gardens or his personal library, sharing details of your lives and bonding over your joint love of books. He definitely wasn't a stranger to you. In fact, you’d say you knew him well. But you never made your romantic feelings for him known; you never hinted at the desire that scorched through your veins like an untamed fire every time he was near.
You'd tell him someday, you'd tell yourself. You would tell Loki your feelings and with any luck he'd be yours... and it was that thought, that hope, that fueled your daydreams and pushed you through until your next visit to Asgard.
But before you ever got the chance to share the true nature of your feelings with Loki, you were both called into the throne room where your fathers informed you of the arrangements that had been made. You were to be married. In three fortnights.
And your dreams of a fairytale romance with the handsome prince were thwarted in an instant. You wanted him, but not like this. You wanted something real... you wanted Loki to want you.
Now you were homesick and, during a time when you should be feeling surrounded by love and holiday cheer, you had never felt more alone.
Jól was in three days. And the midwinter festival was supposed to be magnificent — a giant feast honoring the gods Odin and Freyr and celebrating a hope for peace, sunshine, and fertility in the coming year. Your place of honor at the celebrations was especially anticipated, not only because you were Asgard's newest princess, but because you were from Vanaheim — you were Vanir, same as Freyr. And, you were one of his descendants; his granddaughter, in fact. Yes — Loki was Odin’s son and you were Freyr’s granddaughter. Your union was a jóltide dream. The people of Asgard were abuzz with excitement, chattering about how special this year’s festivities would be… thanks to you.
You and Loki had been seen in public before, of course. You had endured your wedding and the celebrations that followed and managed fairly well. But that was a formal affair; beyond a few pecks on the lips throughout the day's festivities, you could go through the motions with little more than the occasional formal dance required, as far as physical contact.
The expectations at the jól festival were entirely different. It was to be a wild and sensual affair, with you and Loki performing a dance as the centerpiece of the fertility celebrations. This dance... the sensuality was not something that could easily be fabricated. You couldn't just go through the motions. The two of you would be chest to chest, eyes locked in a passionate stare, hands roaming and exploring each other's bodies. Your performance was meant to inspire not only yourselves, but all in attendance to go forth from the feast and be fruitful.
The thought twisted your stomach in knots and made your heart ache. How were you supposed to make it convincing? And if you did give in to the burning desire you had for Loki to put on the show that the people of Asgard were expecting, how were you supposed to protect your heart? Knowing that it wasn't the same for Loki; it wasn't real for him, too...
You had been training for this dance with an instructor for two weeks now, learning the basic steps. Having grown up in the royal court here, Loki was already familiar with the dance, so he didn't require the same training. But now it was time for rehearsals to begin. With only three days until the festival, you had to practice the dance with your actual performance partner... with Loki. You had to get a feel for each other during the dance; see where it felt natural to add in those caresses of your nose on his cheek, his fans of hot breath on your neck, the wandering touches on each other's bodies that linger just a whisper too long...
And your first rehearsal was in two hours.
You needed to get some air.
As you step outside, the frigid air engulfs you and steals your breath away. It’s a welcome feeling — a cleansing feeling. And it’s exactly what you need to clear your head and collect yourself before this dreaded rehearsal. You make a beeline for the palace gardens without much of a thought, your usual walking route essentially muscle memory at this point.
Your footsteps were nearly silent on the fresh-fallen snow that blanketed the path beneath your feet as you strolled throughout the garden, admiring the pops of color provided by the hardy winter flowers and berries that were currently growing there. As you approached the crocuses, you stopped to appreciate their bright purple blooms and the way the snow clung to the delicate petals.
Despite the harshness of the current environment, the flowers were thriving, refusing to let the cold and the ice dampen their beauty and light. A single tear rolled down your cheek as you resolved to do the same. You wouldn’t let your situation dampen your own light any longer.
“Darling…?” A familiar voice sounded from just behind you, seemingly out of nowhere. The snow must have muffled the sound of Loki’s approach.
What was he doing here?
“Oh, hello, Loki! You startled me; I didn’t expect to run into you out here.”
You quickly made to wipe the tear from your cheek as you turned to face him, but you weren’t quite fast enough; nothing got past Loki’s sharp gaze.
“So sorry to alarm you, I just came to the garden for some calm and quiet. The bustling in the palace as everyone prepares for the festival can get overwhelming.” He paused for just a moment, his brow creasing ever so slightly as if considering whether to continue before asking, “Is there anything troubling you, Y/N?”
Yes. So many things, you have no idea.
“I’m alright, Loki. I… I think the frigid air is just making my eyes water.” You managed a weak smile as you lied to your husband.
His eyes softened at your words; they beheld more warmth than you’d seen from him since before your forced betrothal.
“You know, Y/N… I know this hasn’t been easy. On either of us. But it doesn’t have to be this way between us forever. You don’t have to hide your feelings from me just because you don’t… just because we’re not…”
He struggled to find the right words to finish the sentence, but the implication was a shard of ice to your heart.
“What I’m trying to say is that you can talk to me. Ours may not be a marriage of love, but it still is a partnership. I can tell that something is wrong, that something has been wrong since our fathers broke the news of our arrangement to us. It was like, at that very moment, the light inside you was snuffed out. The woman that walked out of the throne room that day was not the same woman that entered. You’ve been a shell of yourself ever since you learned that you’d been sentenced to spend your life with me. And I’ve tried to give you space… to give you time. I didn’t want to pressure you, or suffocate you, so I’ve kept my distance. Waiting for you to be ready to speak to me again; perhaps even to spend time together again, enjoying our shared interests. But it has been more than 10 weeks now and I don’t think I can wait any longer, darling. Talk to me, please. I… I miss what we were before that day in the throne room.”
You blinked at him, flabbergasted. At a loss for words.
Set aside the sheer wonder of the sight before you: the tall frame, hung with lean muscles that strained against the fabric of the emerald tunic he was wearing. A note of gratitude crossed your mind that his Jotun ancestry allowed him to forgo any bulky outerwear to protect him from the elements, so you could enjoy this view, unobstructed. Even the way the snow clung to his dark, luscious locks and reflected the garden lights like a glittering crown had him looking every bit the winter king.
This man — this god — missed you. He mistook your heartbreak for… disgust.
As if you could ever find any part of him disgusting.
“Loki, I…” Your eyes darted frantically, looking everywhere but at him. Searching the winter blooms, the snow-covered tree branches, the festive garden decorations for a sign… for a whisper of encouragement. A murmur of reassurance. Was this it? Was this your moment?
When you finally met his gaze again, you saw nothing there but patience. Kindness. But also… longing?
“I love you.” You blurted it out, pushing the words from your lips before you could change your mind.
Your heart was pounding loudly in your ears; you actually said it. Nervousness enveloped your body like fresh steam, causing you to sweat despite the cold temperature.
“You…what?”
To say he was taken aback would be an understatement. It was clearly the last thing he expected you to say.
“I love you, Loki. I have for a while now.”
“Then why —?”
“Because I was heartbroken. Shattered. You’re right, Loki, the light inside me was snuffed out that day. Extinguished in an instant. But not because I was appalled or disgusted at the thought of spending forever with you. On the contrary, I had been dreaming of that very notion for years…”
You saw his eyes widen and his breath hitch before you continued.
“The light went out because I lost the hope that carried me forward; I never got to tell you how I truly felt about you — how much I cared about you…how much I wanted you.”
His eyes darkened almost imperceptibly at hearing you confess your desire for him.
You swallowed your own budding lust and pushed forward. “And so the delicate and, perhaps, foolish hope that we might have something real someday crumbled. Then, when I saw how much you withdrew from me, I… I was sure you had no interest in me. And that broke my heart even further, Loki, to know that you didn’t feel the same way about me and yet, we were trapped together in this marriage. I’ve never felt more alone than I have these past 10 weeks.”
“Darling…” he sighed as he closed the distance between you, reaching out his fingertips to softly caress the side of your face before brushing them under your chin and tilting your head back, forcing you to meet his gaze.
The small gesture stole your breath away. It was the first physical contact you had with Loki since the wedding, and certainly more intimate than any touches you had ever shared. This wasn’t a public appearance; there was no audience. There was only him. And you. And the hammering of your heart.
“It appears that we have both been foolish.” A smile slowly crept across his lips as he muttered, “a pair of hopeless, lovesick fools.”
By now the smile had wholly taken root and a full grin had bloomed on his face, casting a light there that you hadn’t seen in months.
Oh, how you missed that smile.
“Loki…” you gasped. “Are — are you saying what I think you’re saying?”
“I love you too, wife.”
You couldn’t think straight. You could barely breathe. You had to be dreaming.
Loki could tell that words were beyond you, so he just continued.
“I’ve adored you for years, Y/N. Admired you in secret like an adolescent with an unattainable crush. Because that’s what you were to me: unattainable.”
“Loki, you’re a prince, a literal god… you’ve had a horde of maidens throwing themselves at you for as long as I’ve known you. If one of us was unattainable, it was you.”
“They were only ever interested in my body, in my array of talents between the sheets.”
A warm flood of arousal washed over you, hearing him talk so casually about his own sexual prowess.
“But you, darling… you saw me. You showed interest in my mind, my ideas, my company. You asked me thoughtful questions and you actually listened when I would answer them. I was so convinced that I didn’t deserve someone like that. Someone like you. And so I kept my feelings hidden.”
“Well…” you began with a shy smirk, “I am interested in your body and your carnal talents too, you know.”
“And I don’t know if there’s anything that could delight me more than learning that about you tonight,” he said with a mischievous smile and lust-darkened eyes that lingered on your lips before darting back to your own hooded gaze.
“Kiss me, Loki, please…” you breathed.
Without hesitation, he leaned down toward you, brushing his lips against your own. Featherlight at first, but soon growing more assured and confident, claiming your lips as his. And you were more than willing to let him stake his claim.
When he finally broke the kiss, you opened your eyes to see him staring down at you reverently.
“I love you, my darling wife. And as long as my heart is beating, I promise you’ll never be alone; you’ll never feel alone again. Perhaps things in our relationship have occurred… somewhat out of the preferred order, but by some generous twist of the fates, we’ve been thrust into each other’s arms and allowed to spend the rest of our lives with our one true love.”
Your heart swelled as you stared up at him. You felt that light within you reignite, shining brighter than it ever had.
“I love you too, husband. With my whole heart.”
He bent down and claimed your mouth once again, his tongue sliding against your lips, which you happily parted to allow him entry. All of the love and desire that you’d both been harboring all these years was finally unleashed and it was conveyed in the intensity of your kiss, and in the way his hands now began to explore your body. At least, as best as they could, over the coat you were wearing.
Suddenly, you found yourself looking forward to rehearsal.
And to the jól festival.
And to the rest of your life with Loki.
Below is the request I received from @smolvenger - I hope I did it justice, my lovely! Happiest Holidays! 🎄
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Catch Me If You Can
Jotun!King!Loki x fem!Æsir!Queen!Reader
Summary: You and Loki play a little 'game' in the forests of Asgard.
Warnings: hide and seek? chasing? handcuffs? thirst, swear words, fluff, spice and very suggestive smut, of course - because it's for LGG ;)
Word Count: 2,2k
a/n: If I remeber correctly, it's @lokisgoodgirl 's birthday today. 😁 Therefore, I wrote a lil' something - and I know that you love this AU, so... Happiest of Birthdays, my wonderful, talented, beautiful friend! I love you! 🥰❤️
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The wooden ground beneath your feet rustled and crunched; aching a bit underneath your weight. Your steps were precise. Almost calculated. No twig snapped or cracked - luckily. Every wrong step could give you away. You had to be fast and quiet.
A cakewalk.
You stopped a second to look up in the sky, which was almost impossible. High, thick trees shielded your view. But there was no doubt... It would get dark soon. Time was running out.
Your breath was laboured; left your lips in small clouds of smoke.
It got cold.
You didn't feel the coldness, though. Your body was heated, due to the running and high adrenaline level within your system. Hot blood pumped through your veins.
The sheer inaudible sound of a breaking twig caused your head to snap behind you.
Nothing. Yet.
You quickly found your focus again, adjusted the sword, which was strapped to your back and kept on running; quietly cursing underneath your breath. You had worked hard for this advantage - and now you had squandered it.
He was close. You could tell. You weren't stupid. And if you'd make one wrong step now or stop, you were sure that he'd catch you. Something you couldn't allow to happen.
As you were running, your brain worked hard to choose the right path - which wasn't easy. The forest was huge - and yet he had 'found' you that quick. As if you were a wounded animal; leaking blood in the ocean. And he was the shark, smelling the blood. You needed a plan. Right now.
The gears in your head started to turn and when you passed by an all too familiar glade, it fell like scales from your eyes. Of course! Why didn't I think earlier of this!
If you can't outrun him, let him outrun you.
You smirked; quickly making a sharp left turn.
Your eyes scanned your surroundings ahead and when you spotted the huge fir, which had been split by lightning, you smiled.
Exactly where I wanted to lure him.
You looked behind you for a moment; swearing that you saw something blue flash between the trees.
Got you.
It was quiet. Too quiet.
Intentionally, you slowed your tempo; let him get closer - until you could practically feel his presence behind you.
You stopped at an old oak - exactly the one you had to stop; pretending to catch your breath. But your eyes kept on roaming the area around you. There was nothing. No one to be seen.
And then everything happened fast.
He literally came out of nowhere, big, blue, veiny hands winding themselves around your waist like a tendril, before bulging muscles tore you (gently) to the cold, moist mossy ground. You knew it was going to happen, but nevertheless you didn’t see it coming.
"Got you, my queen."
You shook your head; giggling. It wasn't quite easy to tame yourself at the sight of your husband looking so dashing in the slowly sinking sun - but somehow, you managed.
A dark velvet voice purred from above you.
Loki was hovering over your laying body. His hands pinned your wrists to the ground; holding them in a firm but not painful grip. Your legs were secured between his knees; powered by the warrior's strong legs. The leather of his loincloth strained against the king's thick thighs.
His abs clenched with every sharp breath he took; hot breath fanning against your face.
"You wish, my king. What do you dream about at night?"
"Mhh," you purred.
A deep chuckle rumbled through Loki's chest; a few strands of curly raven hair falling into his face. "Mostly you, darling... And the sinful sounds leaving those pretty lips whenever I worship the holy temple your body is."
You had to swallow hard, in order to not squirm or squeak up at his words. His charming, tempting words never failed to affect you - and you had a hard time trying to not let it show right now.
Now wasn't the right time to give in to his seductive words. Loki could be a mischievous scamp - and you knew exactly that he would use his silver-tongue to trick you into losing. But not today. Time to beat him at his own game.
You bit your lip and stared directly into his beautiful ruby eyes. "Tempting. As always..." You pulled him into a passionate kiss; lips moving against his, teeth clashing.
You kept on biting, nibbling and sucking on his lips, when you started to move. With your hands firmly tangled around his neck, you managed to stand up; forcing your husband to get on his feet as well. Loki's palms glided over your back to settle on your ass; squeezing the supple flesh and yanking your hips into his. You couldn't help the small moan which slipped past your opened lips; feeling Loki latch on your pulse point.
The Jotun king's eyes fluttered shut. A moan threatened to leave his throat, but you swallowed it whole by even depending the kiss.
Once Loki was completely lost in the little make out session, you acknowledged that the time had come for you to turn the tables.
Focus, Y/N, focus.
You brought his mouth back on yours, before you started to back him up. Only a few more steps...
"...but your silver-tongue won't save you this time, my king. You won't win this game."
Right after your words had left your lips - and Loki confused, he stepped inside the trap you had build decades ago. A rope slung itself around his ankles and brought the hunky warrior to his knees, before pulling him off the ground. The trap was reckless; didn't show any mercy and caused Loki to end up hanging upside down on a tree, above the ground; dangling helplessly back and forth.
While Loki yelped up in surprise, you just giggled and stepped closer. "Told you so, my love." You tapped the space between his strong pecs with your hand; feeling the dark, fine hair which grew there tickling your palm. Loki was way too stunned to answer something in that moment. He just stared at you, then at your hand and back.
"Tag, you're it!" You giggled with a wink and turned on your heels to run away.
All you heard was a loud groan of your husband, followed by his voice calling out to you. "Little minx! Just you wait until I have freed myself!"
It took Loki longer than you expected to free himself from the little trap you had lured him into. It gave you just enough time to complete the plan you had forged inside your head to walk victorious out of that little playful game of tag and hide and seek.
And now that the tables had turned, time was on your side. Not much longer and the sun would be replaced by the moon; announcing your victory.
Checking your surroundings one last time, you started to climb a big, high oak and settled on a strong branch; leaning against the stem. This tree was perfect to hide yourself in. Thick with leafs to keep you shielded from Loki's view but not thick enough to keep him shielded from your view. You smiled to yourself. The victory is mine.
Time passed - and was running out for Loki. While he made use of all his hunting and tracking abilities, you were literally enjoying yourself up in the tree; watching a few wild animals and listened to the bird's songs.
You had gained enough distance and left the perfect amount of clues for your husband to find you just when the sun was about to set.
He may be the best hunter and warrior of Jotunheim - but Asgard is my playground, you thought to yourself with a smirk, as you watched him approach you through your binocular.
You watched your husband's head snap into your direction; fierce ruby eyes scanning the area. He froze in all his movements for a moment; just listening and observing, before he started to walk straight towards the tree you were hiding in.
You prepared yourself for the final step of your plan; getting into position and loosening the rope attached to your belt.
When Loki was in earshot, you reached above yourself and broke a twig into two, gaining his attention. After all, you needed to make sure that he was walking past this oak.
He took the bait.
Smirking, you climbed into position and directed your gaze beneath you. The king had learned to move quietly as well, but nevertheless you could hear his heavy boots crushing the small twigs and leafs underneath their weight. After all, he was taller, stronger and bulkier than you.
His steps got closer and closer, until he was right underneath the branch you were sitting on - and that was your sign.
You jumped - and landed directly on your husband.
The force of your jump swept the Jotun king off his feet, causing him to land on his butt with a yelp for the second time today. Loki didn't hurt himself, but was way too shocked at what just happened to react. When his brain finally caught up, you had already tied the rope you carried with you around his wrists. Makeshift cuffs.
"Got you, my king," you said with a smile; copying his words. "Again, might I add." You winked at Loki; standing up.
The king sighed and shook his head. "What a tragedy... The best warrior of Jotunheim, defeated by a woman... But your victory is highly deserved. You always had the upper hand."
Loki stayed quite for a moment, before he gazed up at you and gave you a smouldering look, accompanied by a sly smirk. "I came here to win, but..." He inhaled deeply; licking his lips. "Losing to you, my darling wife is so much more fun..." He wiggled his eyebrows and lifted his cuffed hands.
He really likes this.
You giggled and bit your lip. "Uhh, does the powerful king of Jotunheim likes being cuffed?" A dark, sexy chuckle left Loki's lips, which almost caused your knees to buckle. "If it's by his queen, then yes." An idea formed suddenly in your mind at his words. You smiled.
"Be careful what you wish for, husband," you leaned down to whisper into Loki's ears. It sent a shiver down his spine. You could tell.
You reached for the loose end of the rope and tucked at it. "Stand up, prisoner. Time to bring you back where you belong to." You winked at your husband; telling him subtly to play along, if he wished to - and he did. Following your orders, he stood up. "Yes, my queen."
You led him through the Asgardian woods then, back to the palace. It was pitch-dark when you reached the majestic building. Without further ado, you brought him not to the dungeons, of course, but to your chambers...
As soon as the thick, wooden door fell shut behind you and him, your lips were on his; kissing Loki passionately. With one hand still wrapped tightly around the loose end of the rope and the other resting on the strong muscle of his right pectoral, you pushed him backwards; navigating your husband where you wanted him to be - on the bed. Loki let you, of course; was way too lost in the kiss - until the back of his knees hit the edge of the bed, causing him to fall back.
Ruby eyes stared up to you as he chuckled. "I see I am back where I belong..." Loki mirrored your words and climbed further onto the soft mattress; smiling smugly. "I like that. Do I get a reward now for all the efforts and exertions I had to endure on this little... chase?"
"A reward?" You asked; rounding the bed.
"Oh yes."
"Hmm..." You hummed in a thinking manner; climbing on the bed, too. "You'd love that, wouldn't you?" The question had barely left your lips as your hand landed on his muscular thigh. Loki's eyes snapped to where your palm met his flesh. He grinned.
"Can't you tell, my queen?"
Loki's breath hitched; hips involuntarily bucking.
You knew, of course, exactly what he meant. The tight leather loincloth around his hips didn't leave much... space after all.
"Oh, I can tell, prisoner. It's quite obvious, but..." You let your hand glide upwards; ghosting shortly over the obvious evidence.
"I'd like to hear you say it," you purred.
You smiled; pushed him back on his back. "And what would you like as a reward?" "Untie my hands and I'll show you." Loki winked.
Loki took a deep breath; smirking. "Mhhh, a woman who knows what she wants... I like that, too." He adjusted himself on the bed; tried to seductively lay on his side - which wasn't easy being handcuffed.
"May I receive an reward for my fearless bravery?"
Biting your lip, you climbed on top of Loki; settling on his lap - which caused an almost obscene groan to leave his lips.
"No."
Your answer was short and strict and before Loki could blink or even react, he found himself cuffed to the big, comfortable bed; wrists strapped to the bedpost.
"You see, prisoner... I won this little game. Fair and square. So, this..." You gestured towards him, then placed your pointer finger on the skin between his pecs; slowly running it down his chest and abs. "This is my reward. Tonight, I am in control."
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Satisfaction
Loki x Vampire! Reader
MINORS DNI
Word Count: 1.4K
Warnings: Blood, Vampirism, Smut, language, angst
A/n: the first bit of spice I've written and omg I don't know how to feel about it. Anyway, vampires ima right?
Stalking the halls of the tower, I never felt so lonely until now. The thirst has all but consumed my nights. Sleep had long since been completely off the table as the hunger set in, leaving me with a pair of red eyes and a screaming pit in my core, slowly haunting the same rooms I used to run through with a smile.
Today’s failed mission flashes through my head as I pass the kitchen. Creeping into cabinets and the fridge as I remember the sheer joy ripped away from me as my “meal” escaped. I slammed it shut and heard Steve lecture me on discipline on the jet all over again. It’s like he actually wants me to starve. After all of Bruce’s testing and the grueling rules, my insides seem to rip and tear within me. This was my chance to finally feel even remotely full. All of nothing.
I heard faint snores, hushed voices, and the clink and clang of metal in the lab beneath my feet. One sound rang louder than them all whether it was a blessing and a curse, the soft beat of their hearts. It brought me closer to them most nights. It reminded me that they were all okay.
I found myself silently counting the beats of Bucky's heart on the roof. It was grounding whenever I heard it. His very presence was grounding. He looked at me differently from the rest of the team like he actually understood me. I knew I’d be able to rest with him. The team was still uneasy around me because of my new 'condition' but not him. Im tempted to join him until the sound of a familiar, honeyed voice filled my ears.
"Hello, little bat." He whispered into my ear. "L..Loki," I sighed. He lets out a sly smirk as I shiver. “Out for a late-night snack?" He teased. I can hear his heartbeat slow as he pulls away, but it quickens again when my eyes meet his. “Listen, I won't play games with you tonight. I’m starving and all I can hear in this damn tower is blood rushing through my veins, so please let me just wander around in peace.” I placed my hand on his chest to push him away, but he held it there. His face is void of emotion, but his heart betrays him as it continues to beat rapidly. My eyes trace his sharp features down his face and fall onto his throat. The thought of sucking him dry crossed my mind. Maybe I could play his game this once.
“You’re more like me than you think.” His words brought me out of my trance. “What’s that supposed to mean.” I hissed, and his grip on my hand tightened. “It means, My pet. Neither you nor I will ever be satisfied going on like this.” He cooed. Loki’s other hand traces down my arm, only to rest on my waist. His breath grows heavy and desperate now matching the loud drum of his heart.
I want all of him now. I knew it was the hunger speaking, but I will deal with my own heart’s desires later. I could tell his heart was calling out. Begging for an embrace or at least a source of warmth. He might just be right, satisfaction always seemed just out of reach. A single eternal moment passed before I gained the strength to respond. “What do you suggest we do about that then?” my voice dripping with need as I speak. Loki’s façade of excellence was falling, but the remnants stood fast in his posture and grip on my waist.
Ever the royal gentleman, even in such desperation. He stumbles on his word for only a second before proposing an exchange of warmth. "Genius, is it not?” He stammered. I stifle a laugh “It’s brilliant, Watson.” I tease. His smile was sickeningly sweet, but his dark green eyes begged for something more. I held my breath as I pulled him into me by his collar. "Jump.” He commands. I obey and am pulled into his arms. His heart beats as if it’s a heavy drum threatening to burst through his chest. I waste no time laying kisses upon his lips and down to his throat. The sound that erupts from him is heavenly. “You are mine,” I whisper into his ear. A jolt runs through his body as he takes off into a sprint to his room with me in hand.
In a second, my back falls into his black satin sheets. He quickly crawls on top of me with his left hand, caresses my cheek, and shifts his weight onto his right hand. His knee ever so gently pushed on my inner thigh just to be closer. My own hands wrapped around his neck. My fingers tangle in his long, dark curls. I swear I hear the slightest whimper as my rings tug on a braid within them. Feverish kisses linger as if the next could not come fast enough. His lips, raw with a crimson tint, now begged for me to bite them. My fangs nip at his bottom lip as his left-hand gathers my shirt up my back. The taste isn’t nearly enough, as my senses are clouded by him.
All around me is him. His honeyed voice rings in my ear while his touch burns like fire, despite his skin feeling like ice. My mind fogs as I slip from his grasp and flip him on his back in a single swift motion. I take my seat on his lap, looking into his dark green once more. I find his eyes blown wide, staring back into my red ones as our chests chase our breath in tandem.
“Dammit, every inch of you is breathtaking.” He says in a hoarse tone as his hand takes the purchase of my waist once again. My smile widens and I grind down into him. “God, I say the same for you.” My eyes trail down to his chest as my hands slide up his arms to rest on his shoulders. “Let me be one with you… Please, my love.” He pleads. I can only nod as a whine escapes my throat. “Not quite. Use those pretty words of yours.” He commands, his hand now holding my chin up to meet his gaze. “Fuck...yes, please, I want you.” I pleaded. In a green flash, all the clothes that withhold my warmth from him are gone, leaving only the two of us in a world all our own. “Perfect little dove, all for me.”
Shadows wrapped around my aching body, soothing and teasing anywhere they could reach. They slowly lifted me onto the tip of his length. All that can be heard throughout the room is a string of curses and gasps for air from us both as he sets a ravenous pace beneath me. “Such a beautiful little thing you are, aren’t you.” He rasped. I feel his entire body tremble, and my eyes squeeze as I slam down on him repeatedly. “Good, just like that.” He praises. “Give in to me.” The two of us grew delirious in the thrill of it all as we grew closer to release. "Loki, please” I begin to beg. “Please let me taste you.” My words were barely sensical as my body ached for him. “Oh God Yes, I am yours to devour.” The shadows dissipate as I nuzzle in his chest, and his pace falters as my fangs graze and puncture his skin. I fed from him feverishly as he ruts into me, his grip on my waist is so tight leaving dark red marks in its wake. I moan in pure ecstasy at the taste and feeling.
Time stands still as we reach the very end. A flurry of moans and whimpers ring between us while satisfaction finally sets in. Tears began to fall from my eyes as the hole in my chest filled with warmth. After coming down from the high, Loki begins to unravel the two of us from the sheets. He lays me beside him, only for me to burrow into his chest once again. His arms wrapped around me, and he hummed sweet nothing into my hair.
After a moment, Loki began to lift me into the air. “While I love nothing more than to stay here with you forever, I fear we must shower, my dear.” I only respond with a muffled whine. “My apologies, my sweet. A bath, then? I fear no one is sleeping anymore anyway.”
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Jawline of a God [Avenger!Loki x Fem.Reader] 18+
A link to my Masterlist is HERE
Summary: A one-shot about Loki's hot bone structure. That's it. Inspired by THIS (#sexualapocalypsesociety represent)
Warnings: Extreme Loki thirst. Graphic descriptions of bone structure. Some sexual imagery/references to smut. Language.
A/N: I can only hope I do them justice🙏Never say I don't follow through lol. W/C 1.2k
Loki sat across the wide table from you, perfectly poised. His hair was tied back today, loosely gathered in a messy ponytail. It made you want to rip his shirt off in the middle of Roger’s 7am briefing.
I wonder what would happen if I did, you thought. I wonder if he’d like that.
His eyes flickered towards you. You tilted your head, unsubtly inspecting the photographs hanging behind him on the wall.
As Rogers rumbled on at the front of the room, Loki cleared his throat gently. Your eyes were unavoidably drawn back to him, waiting quietly with a knowing smirk on his face.
He brought two fists up to his chest, spreading his bent arms in a tight stretch before pressing his hands together. The force of his biceps strained through the tight cotton encasing them. He winked.
What a dick, you thought, rolling your eyes. He totally thought I was checking him out. How rude.
You tried to focus on the slides Steve somehow managed to fill every single night in preparation for his interminable morning meetings. Without even realising you were doing it, you were suddenly looking at Loki again.
He was facing the front now, concentrating. That made a change. His brow was furrowed, listening to whatever it was Steve was actually talking about. What was it? You couldn’t remember.
Loki’s jawline in profile was more poetic than exquisitely carved marble. Bernini himself could not create such a thing of beauty. The way the straight edge rocked sharply upwards at the angle below his ear like a calligrapher's stroke.
Strands of dark hair hung around the border, teasingly brushing against the pale skin of his elegant neck, luminescent in the morning light.
If you ever found Loki Laufeyson in your bed, you would spend an awful lot of time kissing that neck, working your way to that sinful jawline, up those razor-sharp cheekbones. Taking your time. Biting gently as he groaned beneath you. You knew his skin would be soft as fuck. You just knew it.
Loki wet his lips, the tip of his pink tongue darting out in an absent-minded lick.
You felt wetness beginning to gather in your panties as you imagined how perfectly the curve of his face would fit nestled in your neck, grunting against your skin. You would make him hiss with need as you rode him mercilessly, enjoying every primal noise accompanied by a clench of that powerful jaw.
He would slot into the crevices of your shoulder like a hand in a leather glove, moaning unintelligibly into your hair while slotting another equally perfect part of himself deep within. Leather. Why did you have to think about leather.
Loki swallowed; chin slightly raised. An inexplicably arousing muscle at the side of his face flexed with a gentle bob as your stomach followed the motion of his Adam's apple. Like going over a hill in the back of a car.
Suddenly you felt very hot.
Loki smiled at something. his dimples flashing as the skin across his taunt jaw tightened. He flexed his neck forward, humming agreement at a well-made point, probably. It was all just white noise. Jesus Christ. You couldn’t look away.
Thoughts of his face buried between your thighs. The stamina of that muscled jaw. The flash of that apocalyptic bone structure smeared with your arousal coming into view from between your legs to simply tilt and ask “I trust my services are to your satisfaction, Agent…”
You re-adjusted in your seat, the damp situation between your legs now fully beyond the point of saving.
You shouldn’t be having these thoughts right now. I’m pretty sure someone here can read minds. But for the life of you, you couldn’t remember who.
Loki’s head subtly angled toward you, making you squeeze your thighs together under the table. You felt your eyebrows twitch as you fought to contain a whine of need under his smouldering stare. How is he so fucking hot, this shouldn’t be allowed, it's indecent you thought fruitlessly as a smile curled imperceptibly at one side of his mouth.
You wondered if he threw his head back during sex. The image of that strong chin upended in pleasure towards the ceiling as he took you relentlessly was too much. What was his favourite position? He seemed like a doggy-style kind of guy, which would be a shame...you wouldn’t be able to see his face. But still. Small wins. You needed to focus. Focus.
You scribbled nonsense on your notepad, eyes fluttering hopelessly upwards every few seconds. Loki sucked in his cheeks thoughtfully, the sharp peaks of his cheekbones striking your perverted gaze like a slap. Dead, you thought. I’m dead. And this is hell.
Your core was starting to ache, begging to be touched by his dexterous fingers, wrapped sinfully around a pen as he minded his own business. Your stare swept up the landscape of his cheekbones once more, tracing the lines your tongue would explore, imagining how they would look from above as you rode him. They were so tight. So sharp. Jesus.
He brought an elbow to rest on the table, resting his thumb on his lips as his forefinger stroked the line of his jaw thoughtfully.
I’m going to expire, you thought. In a work meeting. And then when the paramedics get here and cut off my clothes like they do in movies, everyone will know that I overdosed from rampant arousal. Like an animal. Fuck.
Laufeyson’s long finger played at the sharp angle, circling absent-mindedly against the skin beneath his ear.
That’s where you would suck a bruising kiss, right in that soft virginal expanse below the masculine devastation of his jawline. The thought of his artery pumping beneath the skin, at the mercy of your needy mouth as you marked him was all you could see, all you could feel. You would kiss every inch of him. Every...legendary...inch.
A loud smack of a binder on the table broke your fantasy, blinking into reality as those around you stood. You cleared your throat, taking one last longing look at the lines of Loki’s bone structure as he gathered his notes with an air of innate regality only he was able to accomplish.
You stood, arranging your files; not noticing the approaching hand encircling your wrist until it clasped tightly.
“It’s me.” Loki purred quietly above your shoulder. You could feel the tight muscles of his chest against your back as he released his soft grip on your skin. “...who can read minds.” he continued knowingly, as your eyes widened.
Fuck.
“Agent, really...” he growled playfully; his eyes narrowing, “this kind of flagrant objectification is so unlike you.”
He circled in front as you fumbled with your bag, holding the door as your teammates traipsed past deep in oblivious conversation.
Loki cast a glance around the room, leaning forward just enough that you caught a hit of cologne wafting from his warm skin.
The sight of his neck muscles flexing at the stretching motion almost made your knees buckle. Keep it together for fuck’s sake, you chided yourself as his eyes found you again, looking down with unconcealed amusement.
“On the contrary, darling...I’m counting on quite the opposite” he murmured, drawing one of those long fingers across your cheek, brushing against your parted lips with a wink.
“If this is the effect that such an inconsequential part of my anatomy such as my jawline has on you, darling- I cannot wait for you to experience the rest.”
He leaned forwards. “I’ll let you into a little secret, shall I?” Loki whispered, as your breaths grew short.
“Me kneeling. My partner, straddled on top for me to control their pleasure. That is my favourite position.”
You swallowed, as he continued. “And yes, I do find myself throwing my head back when I am...overcome with passion. I do hope that’s alright.” he said casually, smirking. Words deserted you as you nodded dumbly.
“Excellent” he purred, withdrawing from where he hovered. The sharp lines of his cheekbones flashed as he turned towards the door, the straight edge of his chin begging to be worshipped without shame.
“Eight o’clock?” he postured cheerfully, pausing in the doorway, “I know a nice bar not far from here. And, Agent…?” Loki paused dramatically, raising an eyebrow as he watched you blinking mutely against the wall with your mouth hanging slightly open.
“Try not to become too aroused by thoughts of my jawline in the meantime. I prefer my dates un-expired, preferably. It makes for more interesting conversation.”
You took several deep breaths as you heard his footsteps depart, soft chuckles echoing in the empty hall.
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Devil Incarnate
Avenger Loki x Reader (gn!reader)
Summary: You’ve been assigned a honeytrap mission, which should be easy. Should. Unfortunately, Loki is your assigned partner. And to make matters worse, he’s been given an upgrade that makes him look even more irresistible.
Words: 923
Warnings: 18+ themes, Loki thirst, explicit language
Contains: sassy Nat, seductive Loki
Links to my Loki Smut Masterlist and my Main Masterlist, if you want to look at more Loki stuff...
You had probably never regretted your career choice as much as you did right now.
Sure, being an Avenger made you feel like you actually had an impact on the greater scheme of things; like you weren’t just a tiny spec of dust on the window sill of an old mansion. Or something like that.
But for your work to have an impact, you had to be successful first.
The success of this current mission was entirely dependent on your ability to block out any and all distractions… which proved to be quite difficult considering you’d been paired with Loki. Out of all the possible candidates, they’d assigned you the one partner who could bring this whole operation crumbling down with a simple tilt of his head that would make you break cover.
“Earth to Y/n!” Nat’s amused voice erupted in your ear.
You flinched, almost knocking over a glass.
That would surely get you caught…
“Eyes on the target. Stop mentally undressing Loki… there’s plenty of time for that later.”
You grumbled a retort under your breath despite knowing full well that it wouldn’t help. Nothing ever helped when Nat knew she’d hit a mark.
You pushed your glass out of elbow reach and looked up at the scene unfolding at the pool table in the middle of the bar.
A small group of people had gathered around it, including Loki and the target. The guy was the heir to a multi-million corporation… who just so happened to dabble with nuclear warfare in his spare time.
Loki had spent the entire evening slowly getting closer to him. A well-placed smirk here, subtle compliments there, even some casual touches that he’d played off as an accident… accompanied by a flirtatious wink.
Approximately 20 minutes ago, the target had finally caved and invited Loki to join him and some friends at the pool table; thereby unknowingly sealing his and your fate.
You tried to stay focused on the mission. There was a lot at stake here, after all – too much to risk just because you couldn’t keep your desire for your teammate under control.
It soon proved to be a useless effort.
Loki usually never saw the need to put on a costume, even though he quite enjoyed the theatrical element of it. For this mission however, Tony had given him his newest invention, equipped with special sensors to detect the flash drive you needed to steal. It had been disguised to not arouse any suspicions.
You’d never guessed that Loki wearing glasses would hit you as hard as it did.
Loki was casually leaning against the table, the sleeves of this black shirt rolled up to his elbows. His hair was messy from flirtatiously running his long fingers through it earlier; which he did again just now, tilting his head back lightly as he let out a soft laugh.
Your eyes latched onto his exposed throat. How much you wanted to bury your hands in his hair as you sucked and nibbled on his neck…
Loki’s arm muscles flexed as he readjusted the black glasses on his nose, slowly turning back towards the pool table to make his next move. His upper body bowed over the table, long fingers gently resting on the green fabric while he aimed the pool cue. His eyebrows furrowed in concentration.
You watched with bated breath, your muscles drawn tight like a spring waiting to release.
Loki’s arm shot forward, the pool balls scattering over the board.
When he straightened again, you could have sworn he moved in slow motion. You watched as he shook his head, those messy curls flying through the air.
Your hand clenched into a fist. “Fuck.”
Loki’s eyes flickered over to where you were sitting in a corner. He smirked, just for a second, before he turned back towards the target and whispered into his ear.
“Y/n, for fuck’s sake!” Nat practically yelled at you.
You didn’t have the energy to argue with her. Your mind was still far away.
Approximately 6 ft away, right at the table.
Loki set down the pool cue, his hand resting just above the target’s ass while he followed him out of the bar. They soon disappeared out of your range of sight.
That didn’t mean you couldn’t still hear Loki’s voice in your ear as he whispered filthy promises that set your skin on fire.
Your fingers shook as you paid and slowly made your way towards the exit. You listened to the target’s embarrassed stammering, thinking about how you would probably react the exact same way.
“We are alone now, aren’t we?” Loki whispered.
The fine hairs at the back of your neck stood up. He’d be the death of you, one of these days.
A dull thud came through the comms before you heard Loki’s voice again.
“Flash drive secured. Target unconscious. I will meet you at the location we agreed upon.”
You smiled to yourself. Of course he’d been successful…
You’d almost made it down the stairs to the exit when you heard Loki’s amused whisper through the comms.
“Oh, and Y/n… Next time, please at least try to keep your wanton stare under control, won’t you?”
You almost missed a step, barely managing to grip the handle to save yourself from falling down the stairs.
Loki chuckled, the sound sending a shiver down your spine.
“I appreciate it, I really do… but a mission surely isn’t the best time for it. Wouldn’t you agree, darling?”
Fucking hell.
You were so screwed…
Look at me, I actually managed to finish this today! I hope you guys liked it!
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My first Loki fic is going to have an epilogue! Frost Secrets from the Other Son goes on!
It’s not done yet…but I thought people might like to see some concept art and (Loki, Lillian and Kasse!)
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♡ SHADOW — KIM MINGYU
mingyu x fem!reader | wc : 0.5k words | content : possible grammar and spelling mistakes, lowercase intended, established relationship, fluffity fluff, swearing, playful teasing | loki’s lines : atp i don’t have an excuse maybe i am a seventeen writer at heart
silence. absolute pure silence.
it was pin-drop silent as mingyu walked into your shared apartment, brows furrowed in worry at the lack of noise.
you said you were home, but why is it so silent? were you sick? were you okay?
all sorts of worrisome questions ran through your boyfriend's head as he took off his shoes, wondering what had happened.
and that was when he heard it.
“oh my fucking goodness, what the actual fucking fuckity fuck of a thirst trap is this?!” you screamed, staring at the video you had just received on your phone.
mingyu's soul left his body upon hearing your scream, quickly rushing to your room to see what was the issue.
“babe–”
“you are telling me that is kim mingyu?!” the male paused in his tracks, standing near the doorway as he listened to you talk to someone over the phone. “dude, you are joking.”
jinny laughed, finding her best friend's reaction hilarious. “i'm being for real. his fancam has been trending everywhere,” she commented.
mingyu raised his brow in confusion, wondering why his girlfriend and her best friend were talking about a fancam of his.
stay with me 어느 순간에도.
kim mingyu smiled upon hearing his voice, realising which fancam you were screaming about. it was a clip from their “be the sun” tour in jakarta.
the rain really took the cake, he thought to himself.
“how many more times are you gonna watch it?” jinny questioned, hearing the same lyric around ten times in the past minute.
“as long as it takes me to believe this is mingyu,” you muttered in awe, hitting replay once again.
“y/n, that really is mingyu!”
“you are telling me i'm dating him?! i'm dating the rain-soaked deep-voiced thirst-trapping guy in this video?! that's my mingyu?!”
mingyu peeked into your room, grinning ear to ear. “yep, the one and only, truly yours,” he announced, bowing mockingly.
a quiet gasp left your lips, the disbelief only doubling when your best friend hung up, leaving you to fend your actions alone.
“exactly, how much did you hear?”
mingyu chuckled. “as much as i needed to hear,” he replied, smile widening when your cheeks flushed in embarrassment.
“ah,” you whined. “forget about it. you heard nothing!”
“don't do that, babe.” mingyu joined you on the bed, easily pulling you into his embrace. “it makes me happy when you say things like that.”
you raised your brows, looking skeptically. “me fangirling over your fancam is not cringy at all to you?” you inquired.
your boyfriend rolled his eyes playfully. “i fanboy over you every day, my love. do you find that cringy?” he stated, as if it was the obvious.
“no, of course not! it’s your way of showing your love and i love that.” kim mingyu raised a brow knowingly, smiling adoringly when you realized your own words. “oh … i see.”
“i love you, y/n … especially when you are fangirling over an actual fucking fuckity fuck of a thirst trap of mine.”
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The Coffee Date
Relationship: Dom!Loki x Sub!Reader
Word Count: 4k
Summary: You meet up with your boyfriend Loki after some time away on a mission. Established Dom/sub relationship. No safe words, but assume they have a signal or something. This is pure smut.
Warnings: 18+!! This is filthy, sorry I got carried away. Sort of cockwaming if you squint, public sex, rough bj, throat fucking, cum play. Thirst for Loki's amazing jawline, inspired by this thread.
You thoughtfully look down at your clothing options laid out on your bed. Your eyes glance outside again, seeing the trees swaying with the mild breeze, and the brightly colored leaves swirling around in the air. The autumn season is at its peak, and the colors on the trees pop vibrantly against the bright blue sky. New York is especially gorgeous in the fall, and you love that about living here.
You decide to choose a very low cut t-shirt with a warm flannel over top, and a pair of your tightest jeans. You smile as you check yourself out in the mirror after changing- you’re sexy without trying too hard. Perfect.
The cool breeze hits your face as you step out of the tower and make your way to the meeting spot. You walk quickly, eager to see your dark God at the coffee shop you had agreed on for a rendezvous point. You haven't seen Loki in over two weeks, having just arrived back from a tedious mission. As soon as you landed, you immediately texted him. He was out at a meeting with Stark - Loki wouldn’t elaborate- and the two of you agreed to meet as soon as he was done.
When you weren’t fighting alongside the Avengers during this last mission, you thought about Loki waiting for you. You had been together for a few months now, and the sex had been intoxicating. The two of you were fully in lust with each other, and every sexual encounter seemed more intense than the last. You quickly discovered that Loki loved dominating you, and that you just can't get enough of it. You loved the freedom of letting Loki take control, bringing you to new realms of ecstasy when you came together.
Your mind wanders as your legs speedily move you through the crowded streets, and you can feel the heat in your body rising, picturing all of the ways the two of you fucked each other whenever and wherever you could. You no longer feel cold as your mind is consumed with lustful thoughts of your handsome boyfriend and his perfect body on top of yours.
Your impure daze is broken when you see that you’re close to the coffee shop, and see the tall man standing out front. A huge smile spreads across your face as you see Loki, dressed in a sharp suit with a long coat, looking unnecessarily handsome.
He sees you and mirrors your smile, and your legs speed walk up to him, as you practically leap into a hug. Your heart races as you wrap your arms around his firm waist, and he wraps his arms around your shoulders.
“So happy to see you Darling,” he beams down at you from your embrace. Loki pulls you in for a kiss as the two of you stand on the busy sidewalk. The kiss is gentle and slow, full of affection and longing. You feel an urge to climb him like a tree, but instead break the kiss before you escalate things.
“Hi Loki, I missed you,” you smile up at him, unable to hold back your excitement about seeing him.
"I have missed you too. Shall we go inside?”, he cordially asks. Nodding, you follow him as he takes you by the hand and into the building.
“Hey Loki, I’m going to grab us a table. Can you order for us?”, you ask as you see the bustling crowds in the cafe.
“Of course, and what does my date require?,” Loki coos, while bringing your hand up to his lips, planting a chaste kiss. You feel butterflies in your stomach and notice that people around you are watching, the handsome God having caught their eyes.
“The biggest cafe latte you can get,” you cheerfully reply, then make your way past the line into the lounge.
Scanning the crowd, which has thinned near the rear of the building, you spot an empty large couch in a back corner and make a break for it, ducking and diving behind people.
“Aha!” you happily exclaim to yourself, plopping down in the middle of the soft couch, claiming it for you and your boyfriend. Around you are a couple tables, some occupied and some not. It feels like you have the corner to yourself, perfect for you and Loki to catch up.
As you settle in, you realize the heat in the cafe is on full blast and you feel like you’re going to melt. Removing your coat, you adjust your shirt and top, pulling the t-shirt extra low just for Loki. You smirk to yourself at your subtle way of tantalizing him. He loves it when you wear low cut shirts.
Loki emerges from the shuffling crowd, coffees in hand. Your eyes are able to take in his tall frame as he walks towards you in long, confident strides. Was he always this tall? You feel so small compared to him, and want nothing more than to leave right now and beg him to fuck you. A wave of heat crashes over you, but you try to ignore it. There will be time for that later.
“Thanks, Loki,” you watch him as he gracefully removes his coat, neatly folding it over the side of the couch. You’re momentarily distracted by his beauty as he sits next to you. His jawline, as sharp as the daggers he loves to wield, is accented by the dark locks he has pushed behind his ears. The dark blue bespoke suit he wears perfectly contrasts his beautiful pale skin. Your eyes are drawn down his neck, where normally a tie would wrap around. Instead, his crisp white shirt is unbuttoned at the top, and the dark suit and his hair perfectly frame his neck and jawline, showing a glimpse of the perfect body underneath.
Loki's piercing blue eyes are now fixated on you. They’re different than when he first greeted you. Filled with dark intentions, they slowly rake over your body, and hover on your chest. He looks at your cleavage hungrily, and you feel a rush of slick in between your thighs. Your thighs clench together, feeling flushed under his lewd study of your body. His eyes snap back up to yours, and you can see the arousal that is lingering in them. Loki subtly moves his lower jaw, and you notice a slight flare of his nostrils. You know he's fighting his own lust, you've memorized his tells. A thrill runs through you, knowing he's already bothered.
Loki sets your drinks on the coffee table, and moves himself closer to you. He reaches forward, cupping your chin and kisses you, and you reciprocate immediately. The kiss starts off slow, gentle. Quietly exploring each other’s mouths, the pressure begins to build. You find yourself moving closer to his body as he begins to run his hand down your thigh. His addictive smell, of warm spices and pine, is putting you under a lustful spell.
Loki’s tongue pushes into your mouth and yours massages his as he intensifies the kiss. His hand wanders down to your ass, pulling you closer to him and you moan into his mouth.Your hands wrap into his soft hair and you gently tug it like he likes, and Loki moans quietly. You find yourself nearly climbing onto Loki’s lap, passion taking over as you continue to express your affection for each other. Everything around you has disappeared as you continue to wantonly make out. His cock, hard and ready for you, is now pushing into your thigh, which is sprawled across his lap. You thrust down onto his erection that is strained against his perfect suit. A low growl emanates from deep in Loki’s chest, and you feel an ache of need in your cunt.
“aHEM,” a gruff gentleman’s voice rings out, directed at you. You pause for a moment and you and Loki break your kiss. Embarrassment creeps in as you realize you and Loki are dry humping each other on a couch in the coffee shop. You turn your head and see the older man staring over his newspaper at the two of you with a scolding look.
You take a deep breath and attempt to move backwards, to slide back onto the couch to give the two of you space. Strong hands hold you in place, your leg across Loki’s lap as he tuts at you with a sly grin. He moves your free hand to his taut stomach, while your other becomes pinned between your bodies and the couch as Loki shifts.
“Ah ah ah, where do you think you’re going, pet?”, he slowly shakes his head with a disapproving look. His hands are now cupping your ass and thigh, fingers digging in harder.
“Loki…,” you glance around again and feel a need to make yourself more presentable around the strangers who are sitting near you. He smiles devilishly at your apparent unease with your current arrangement on the couch.
Loki clears his throat, shifting slightly so his cock pushes up into your thigh,“So I trust that everything on your mission went smoothly?”. His voice is as cool as ever, as if he wasn't using your body to hide his erection from those around you.
“Uh… yea, it wasn’t too bad, just a Level 5,” you reply nonchalantly. You try to focus on acting as if he wasn’t driving you wild, like the fact that his large cock is hard and weeping with neediness for you. All you want is to climb on top of him while he plunges himself up into your wet cunt. Why is he teasing you like this? It’s torture.
"But I bet you missed me, didn't you, my pet?", He asks in a low voice, dancing a finger along your thigh. Loki, still casual in his demeanor, has a twinkle of mischief in his eyes and winks at you. He’s a predator, playing with his meal. You have no choice but to sit here at his mercy, not knowing what will happen next.
"Oh yea, of course I did..", you feel your heart race but send him a shy smile and look away. No one around you seems bothered now that you’re not actively making out. A bit of relief washes over you.
Loki leans forward, his lips ghosting your ear, "Did you touch yourself during your absence? I think not, given the nature of your trip. I bet you're dripping wet and ready for me." He leans back, flashing a knowing smile as he lifts his coffee to his lips. He takes a drink and lets out a quiet satisfied moan.
A whine escapes your lips as embarrassment washes over you, knowing he’s right, and that he knows how to play with you. The slick between your legs is beginning to soak your panties, and you feel your hips subtly grind into him. Your fingers tighten around his soft dress shirt, beginning to grasp desperately.
You try to regain your composure and smile back at him, “Maybe,” you shrug casually but you know he knows he’s right. Smug bastard.
“So who were you and Tony meeting up with?”, you change the subject, trying to prove to Loki he’s not affecting you and failing miserably.
Loki chuckles at your resistance, and reaches a hand into your hair to gently play with it. He smiles at you, knowing he's making you squirm under his touch.
You remember your coffee and glance down at the table, and Loki follows your gaze. He knows you can’t reach it at this angle without moving off of his lap, but does not hand it to you. His wicked smile widens and he continues the conversation, while you let out an annoyed “hmph”. You know that he would hand you your mug in a gentlemanly fashion, but that he obviously has other plans in mind. But what it is, you don’t know.
"Well, as usual, Stark was imbecilic in his attempt to gather information. I suggested a more clandestine approach to gathering information, but he thought it would be smart to meet with these financiers in person. Naturally I was correct, and we will have to infiltrate their headquarters at a later date,” Loki summarizes in a slightly annoyed tone.
He sets his coffee back down on the table next to yours, which is cooling off untouched. Confusion and arousal wash over you, not sure why Loki is still holding you in this position, not letting you drink your latte.
He pauses a moment, just looking at you. You watch as Loki's muscular jaw clenches. It is imperceptible by anyone else. But you noticed. The shift in his eyes has now changed to dangerous. You feel the blush in your cheeks as you try to remain calm, and try to continue your conversation.
"So what did you have to do?," you ask, leaning forward towards him and running your free hand down his stomach, teasing the buttons with your fingers.
Loki leans forward, bringing his lips to your ear, "I want to feel those beautiful lips on my cock this instant. You are going to walk into the bathroom right now, and I will follow in a moment,” Loki demands in his low voice.
A rush of heat runs through your body, and you feel your stomach drop.
“What? Are you serious…?”, in a shaky tone.
"It is either that or I fuck you on this couch in front of the shocked faces of these patrons", his voice is darker, and you know he's not playing games anymore.
Your eyes, wide with surprise, glance at the older gentleman engrossed in his paper, and the young women seating themselves at the table near you. Did they hear him? Would people know?
Doing as he commands, you stand slowly and abandon your boyfriend and latte. Your arm is sore from the awkward position, and your knees feel weak. Your pulse is racing, the anticipation making your arousal almost unbearable. You try to remain casual in your demeanor as you walk towards the restroom.
As you enter the bathroom, you survey the area. It’s incredibly clean, with art posters on the wall and vanilla potpourri on a small table. You look in the mirror at yourself and primp your hair for just a moment, only to see Loki step in behind you.
There is a loud click as Loki locks the door and walks over to you, his eyes leering over your body hungrily as he stands behind you. He grabs you around the stomach, pulling you up against him. You feel his firm body and hard erection as it pushes into your ass through both of your layers of clothing and a whimper falls out of your mouth. Your needy eyes scan your handsome partner and you gain a better appreciation of his perfectly tailored suit. He looks as powerful as ever, the jacket hugging his broad shoulders, but tapering at his waist, accentuating his perfect “V” shape. Heat radiates from his body against your back, making you shudder. His sharp cheekbones are accentuated under the bright lights, his features almost cold.
“I know it has been but a few days, but I have found myself thinking of you while I pleasure myself. Every evening since our separation, bringing myself to completion while thinking of you. How does that make you feel?,” Loki’s dark voice asks as the two of you lock eyes in the mirror. His pupils are large with arousal, and you can just see the thin outline of his blue irises. Loki’s large hands wander your curves, dwarfing your midsection and making you feel small.
“Oh…I…,”your brain goes blank, unable to respond to Loki’s question as your mouth begins to water at the thought of him pleasuring himself. Your hips move instinctively and rub your ass up against his hardened length, letting out a breathy moan.
"I know you missed me as well. Craved my cock, needing every ounce of pleasure I deliver to you. But you will have to wait…" he looks at you with a devilish grin while his hand traces up to your cleavage, roughly grabbing your breast while he slowly thrusts his hips on you from behind again. A moan escapes your lips as you push back onto him.
"On your knees, now,” he demands, his voice even lower than before.You feel hot all over, his command unleashing a fire in you to please him. Your cunt clenches, and you have a desperate need to have his cock in your mouth, to taste his skin on your tongue.
“Yes, Sir,” you obey, your voice shaky despite your excitement. Your knees settle on the tile floor as you assume your position, resting your hands on your thighs with your back along the wall. Loki closes in on you, his large frame entrapping you between him and the wall.
The look on his face is focused, the bright white light of the room reflecting off of his sharp features. He slowly unbuckles his belt and looks down at you with intense eyes, while his skilled fingers slowly unbutton and unzip as you watch.
Loki’s hard length pops out, inches from your face and you whine with want. His cock is already dipping with precum and the tip is bright red and flushed. Veins are pulsing with his lust, his need for you. Your hand wraps around the base while you languidly lick up and down the soft shaft, the salty taste of his skin like ambrosia to you. God how you missed him. A hum develops in your throat as you gently lick and suck, kissing and worshiping his cock like he loves.You dance your tongue around the head while you gently cup his balls, and look up at your dark prince. His eyes are still focused on you as you slowly lick and kiss up his length, taking your time.
"I've had enough of your teasing, now suck on my cock like the whore you are," Loki commands while he grabs the sides of your head forcefully pushing you onto his cock. He hisses loudly through clenched teeth as he feels the warmth of your mouth envelope him. His hips begin moving, and you moan in satisfaction of the feeling of having his heavy cock thrusting in your mouth.
You relax your jaw to take him further, while Loki entangles his hands in your hair as he pushes his hips further into your mouth. Your panties are already soaking wet as his dominating presence surrounds you, cock drunk as a haze of lust clouding your senses. Reaching out, your hands move up his thighs, clawing at his pants and steadying yourself on the strong muscles underneath.
“Oh how I’ve missed this perfect mouth, Pet. My perfect little whore, always ready for me. You need this, don’t you? Need my cock in your mouth, my seed on your tongue,” Loki grunts as he quickens his pace, his cock hitting the back of your throat.
You draw your eyes up to Loki's face, and you see his lower jaw jut out, exposing his perfectly white teeth as he breathes heavily. His eyebrows are knit together in fierce concentration at getting himself off.
Tears begin to form in your eyes, and you feel your breath starting to become restricted as his large cock pushes deeper into your throat. You attempt to continue to use your tongue on his length, but his forceful thrusts are overwhelming as he increases his pace.
“Yeesss, take my cock, my Pet, I know you’ve missed it,” growls Loki while his hands tighten their grip on your head.
He groans as he fucks forcefully down your throat, not holding back his feral need. Tears begin streaming down your face, as you try to keep breathing. You gag, not being able to take all of his girth down your throat. Loki removes himself for a moment, pulling your head off of his length. You gasp for air, strings of saliva stretching from your mouth to his engorged cock while you cough and catch your breath.
Heavily panting above you, Loki only gives you mere seconds to gasp for air before he pushes himself past your swollen lips and into your mouth with a primal grunt. Your head is pushed back, only his hands cushioning you from the hard tiles. Your fingers grip tighter into his thighs while you try to remain still for him.
Loki reaches a long arm out to brace his palm against the wall behind you, his jacket draping around you and casting a shadow. A loud moan erupts from him and he intensifies his movements and begins to thrust wantonly further into your throat. His black hair forms a curtain around his face as he looks down at you with his pupils blown wide, face contorted in intense pleasure. The muscles in his neck are taught with tension as he clenches his jaw and narrows his eyes, watching his cock disappear into your tight throat.
The sounds filling the small room are lurid, full of pants and moans and the wet noises of his cock roughly pushing into your throat. You are completely in a submissive haze, loving that he is using you, taking from you what he wants.
Loki pushes your head further onto his length, so your nose is pushed into his flat stomach covered by his shirt. His short pubic hairs tickle you as Loki pushes himself as far as he can go, rutting desperately into you. Grunts accentuate each thrust, while his grip pulls at your hair, and you feel the burn on your scalp. Your throat makes obscene sounds and you focus on breathing while Loki violates your throat.
Suddenly his cock is pulled out and your eyes shoot upwards as you sputter and choke. Loki bares his teeth in a feral grimace as he comes with a feral growl, pumping his cock with his hand. Cum shoots onto your bare chest and you feel the warm ropes decorate your collarbone and chest, marking you everywhere with his seed.
Loki groans loudly while he holds his cock and tightly closes his eyes while coming down from his high, continuing to slowly stroke himself. As he stands over you, panting, you can't help but look up in awe at this beautiful God. A sheen of sweat covers his brow, his hair disheveled. A haze of pleasure settles over you as you watch Loki open his eyes and look down at you with affection. You smile up at him- your throat is raw and sore, but you are so thankful to be the one he takes his pleasure from.
He reaches down, gently caressing your cheek with his thumb. You lean forward and kiss the tip of his cock, making it jump. A low chuckle comes from Loki's throat, "That's my girl," he smirks down at you.
He puts himself away and reaches a hand out to help you off of the ground. You take his hand, now gentle in touch as you shakily stand up and catch your breath while you wipe the edges of your swollen mouth with your fingers.
You look down at your chest and see that he has come a lot, and your eyes scan the room for something to wipe it off with. As you reach for the paper towels, you see his large hand grab you firmly by the wrist. Your eyes reach his as looks at you with warning, his face stern.
“Loki…”, you begin to ask what he’s doing with your raspy voice, confused by his stopping you.
“You are going to leave my seed on your chest and button up your shirt. I want you to remember who you belong to," Loki instructs you with an even tone while he gently gropes your backside.
A new wave of heat spreads across your body again at his possessiveness, that he wants physical evidence on you to prove his claim to you.
"Yes, Sir,” you smirk at him, reaching for the flannel top and slowly button up while Loki watches with pride.
The fabric of the flannel sticks to the cum that is now starting to dry. Cum seeps into your bra, tickling your breasts and makes you squirm.
“Good girl. Now let us go order new coffees to go, so that I can bring you home and fuck you for the rest of the evening.” Loki swiftly opens the door for you with a roguish smile on his face.
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