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[sweetavenuesong]

Loki x reader General Hcs

this was... spontaneous! but i said i'd write for marvel and theres no better time than the present. PLEASE send in marvel requests🙏

🥀Cw: fluff, smut, switch!loki, little teensy bit of angst if u squint

🥀minors dni with the nsfw portion

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loki is a naturally guarded person, and is very intelligent and clever. he's not one to let his guard down easily and isn't used to dealing with true romantic feelings, so you are obviously very special to him

loki is incredibly intelligent and good at reading people, along with being very charismatic. he's used to charming people to get his way, and he very, very rarely shows his true feelings unless he trusts you. he cares a lot about your opinion, and a part of him really, really wants to please you

at first, it's hard for even loki to tell whether his feelings for you are genuine, and he gets completely tongue tied around you. he wants to be around you all the time, and he admires you a lot

when it comes to actually dating loki, please be patient!!! he will only truly begin to let his guard down around you over time, and he believes that you'll only find him irritating. he definitely has a big "hurt them and push them away before they hurt you", type of mentality, and when he first realizes how much he cares for you he will probably avoid you for a little

everyone knows loki loves attention, and that is no different in a relationship. he is both touch starved and touch disgusted as he doesn't want to appear vulnerable, but craves any sort of intimacy that you offer

very thoughtful, and he remembers every little detail about you. you mention how much you like a certain candy? you miraculously find those candies in your room. you tell him about an important event coming up that you're stressing about? he reminds you about it the day before. you tell him your favorite gemstone? well, you better believe that every piece of jewelry he gives you includes that gem. loki knows your favorite song, your favorite book, your favorite movie, and any and everything else about you that he deems important. you live rent free in his mind 24/7

loki loves matching with you, and he loves when you wear his signature colors. he's always complimenting you and your style, and his heart flutters a little when you ask him what he's wearing for an important event coming up so that you two can coordinate

i don't even think i can pick a love language for him, he loves giving and receiving any form of affection and you two are probably attached at the hip

HE WOULD PASS THE ORANGE PEEL TEST. loki is absolutely the type to lace up your shoes for you, making a corny joke about how he "doesn't want you falling for anyone else". he uses magic to help you a lot, and especially loves your guys' night routines

loki is nooot a morning person, and loves snuggling with you. whenever you both have to get up in the morning he's always pulling you back into bed, nuzzling into your neck and begging for "five more minutes". he's also always very groggy in the morning and won't remember most of what he does when half asleep. he's very honest as well, and says lots of sappy things whenever he's sleepy. on the rare occasion that you sleep in later than him, he loves kissing you awake and pressing kisses all over your fave!

loki naturally runs very cold, but doesn't feel cold if that makes sense. to you his skin is absolutely FREEZING, but he just feels normal. however there are times where he runs insanely hot and there is absolutely no in between. he's either freezing or burning up, and it's both a little sad and a little amusing. there are times where the cold gets to him and loki will be more clingy than usual, claiming that he needs you to warm him up. other times he will practically walk around naked, too overstimulated and hot to even touch you

loki is a lot more anxious then he seems, and will sometimes just freak out over little things when in reality its a bunch of big things piling up one after another. he never ever means to take it out on you, and even when he's reached his limit he would never hurt you, but it can still be frustrating when he gets mad at you for a simple mistake. he always apologizes and takes accountability tho, and is very careful not to hurt your feelings bc he's very afraid you'll leave him. PLEAAASEEE REASSURE HIM :((((

loki is very chatty and loves talking to you about anything and everything. from in depth psychological conversations to simple "how was your day" conversations, he just cherishes getting to be able to talk to you

nsfw

look me in the eyes and tell me he's not a switch. i definitely see him as being capable of both being a dom and a sub, and i think it really depends on your guys' moods

when he's a dom, i think loki can fluctuate on how mean or rough he is. i do see him being a more degrading or rough dom but i also think he can be a lot softer as well, and more of a pleasure dom. again, i think it all comes down to your preferences

when he's a sub, loki is definitely bratty. he loves being put in his place and getting a little roughed up, but there are also times where he just wants to relax and be taken care of. when he gets in his own head too much and is irritated after a long day he'll be a lot more pliant and willing to just let you take care of him. PLEEEASSSE praise him and pamper him when he's like this, he'll melt like putty in your hands

PRAISE + DEGRADATION!!! BOTH WAYS!!!! he absolutely has a huge praise kink and definitely praises you a looot during sex, but i also see him being a bit mean with his praise and mixing in some degrading words as well. either way he's a wonderful dirty talker and he probably has a voice kink too, considering how often he whispers in your ear (and enjoys it when you do the same).

i also think loki would be into bondage, again, both ways. theres something so delicious about seeing you tied up and squirming from just his gentle touches, but it's equally intoxicating for him to be the one tied up and denied any sort of pleasure. he gets really whiny when you don't let him touch you, and will probably start pouting and begging. tying him up is defff one of the easiest ways to break him

guys hear me out but a candle wax kink. loki is very respectful and will always ask your permission before trying something new, but he loves seeing you whimper and moan while he slowly lets a few drops of wax spill onto your smooth skin. he also will let you return the favor, and the wax often hisses and steams a bit when it hits his skin because he's so cold.

marking you is definitely very appealing to him, and it's pretty self explanatory. loki just loves marking you and being marked up by you. it satisfies his slightly possessive and jealous side, and you two always look like you've been in a fight after having sex from the number of bruises, scratches, and hickies littering your body.

another relatively self explanatory kink, but, hair pulling. he looooves it when you pull his hair while he gives you head

loki is a major tease, and he loves teasing you in public settings where you can't do much about it. it will go from subtle things like placing a hand on your lower back or caressing your thigh to whispering absolute filth in your ears and making out with you in the bathroom. he is always trying to rile you up bc he knows damn well that it will lead to a night of rough sex

we all know loki's a shapeshifter and genderfluid, so i absolutely hc that he can change his physical body to match his gender. if he's feeling more feminine, he LOVES when uou eat him out. facesitting is def something he enjoys and he loooves riding your face SOO MUCH.

loki is very vocal, he def whines and moans a lot. he isn't shy about letting you know how good he's feeling. he knows how much his voice affects you and will whisper the filthiest things in your ear between moans as you fuck him senseless

aftercare is v important to him, and whether or not he's subbing really affects how exhausted he is afterwards. if he dommed he knows he can be pretty rough and he'll run a bath for you both before getting a towel to wipe you clean and then carrying you to the tub. i also think he'd prioritize keeping you well hydrated and would get you some water and food after the bath. loki is very clingy after sex and would want you as close as possible.

when he subbed tho, it's a totally different story. loki will be a clingy mess from the moment you finish, just whining and cuddling against you the whole time. depending on how deep into subspace he is and how groggy he is, he might even cry if you try to get up (even if you're just going to get water or a towel or sum) bc he thinks you're leaving him :(. he's pretty vulnerable after subbing and will probably just lay with you for a while before coming down from his high. once he's mostly calm and cognizant, he'll def want to clean up pretty quickly. he doesn't like feeling sticky and gross and also loves bathing with you!! overall he's a lot softer after sex and generally just wants to be near to you

RAHHHH I LOVE HIM SMMM!!!! he's so silly lmao this post got sooo long 💀 i also lowkey feel like im shadowbanned or something cuz like all of my posts have been majorly flopping recently :/ maybe im just not in a lot of active fandoms idk but!!!! anyways!!!!! hope u enjoyed!!!!!!! PLEEEASE FEEL FREE TO SEND IN REQUESTS FOR MARVEL, ATSV, OR ANH OTHER FANDOM I WRITE FOR!!!

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[sweetavenuesong]

First Thor movie baby Loki and his bestie getting into a fight and finally addressing the tension between them has been sitting in my drafts for months so sure, why not?

You felt tears begin to well in your eyes as his grip tightened around your throat. “You truly believe that after all this time I would feel nothing for you?” You gasped out in frustration.

His thumb twitched against your jaw as he cocked his head inquisitively and his grip loosened slightly allowing you to draw in a deep breath. His touch sent your pulse quickening with such ferocity that you were sure he could feel it beating in his grasp. Swallowing hard against his palm in anticipation of his answer to your next question, you speak in a low whisper. “And after all this time do you truly feel nothing for me?”

His mouth parted slightly and you almost think you hear a shudder escape his taut lips. Slowly, his hand snakes upward to tilt your chin down to meet his gaze. You carefully study his emerald eyes and the small flecks of gold that litter his irises.

“Feel nothing for you?” He questions, his voice almost hoarse. You felt the grip of his hand on your jaw tighten and your body tense in response, suddenly aware of how large his hands were and how small and vulnerable you felt in their grasp. His eyes flashed with recognition as if he felt the fear rising within you and with a hard swallow, his grip slackened.

He drew in a deep breath and held it for several heartbeats before letting it go in a long, trembling exhale as he gently ran his thumb across your bottom lip. “Feel nothing for you?” He repeats in a pained tone, almost as if he cannot believe you’ve asked such a thing. “For as long as I can remember I have yearned for you.” He whispers harshly. “Everyday that I am in your presence my very soul aches with a desire that I had never known before I met you.”

He stepped forward to close the small gap between you, outstretching his left hand to find yours and bring it to rest against his chest. You can feel his heart thundering in his chest under your fingertips while his right hand continues to cup your cheek in a soft caress and as his eyes pin you under their intense gaze, he opens his mouth to speak again.

“Do you have any idea how many nights I’ve lay awake plagued with thoughts of you?” Hesitation momentarily flashes across those emerald eyes as he searches your face for an answer. He lets his lids flutter closed and swallows hard and when eyes open again they’re ablaze with pure unbridled lust.

He towers over you, his height easily a foot taller than your own and he’s leaned down so close now that his nose nearly touches yours. His sudden nearness causes your breath to catch and take a small step backwards, feeling your back collide with the marble wall. Your lips part slightly with intention to speak but his scent overwhelms you and the words are lost in your throat.

“Yes. Those thoughts.” He continues, positioning his large hands on each side of your head, palms flat against the stone. His words rose from his throat in a growl, “The things I wonder.” He mewls, his soft lips grazing your skin as they glide up the expanse of your jaw line. His breath is warm against your ear and he whispers, “How your skin would feel against my own.”

The words spark a flame low in your abdomen and a small whimper escapes you as his forehead dips enough to nuzzle against your temple.

“How you would sound as you come undone for me in the throes of your ecstacy.” Your cheeks flush hot in response to his brazen confession and you look up at him through your lashes, your eyes half-lidded.

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A Question of Trust: Clandestine F*cks [Avenger!Loki x Fem.Reader] 18+

Part of the Clandestine F*cks Collection [link] A link to my regular Masterlist is HERE Summary: (10) Your secret lover Loki is on a date with someone else. This can't end well. Or can it? It all comes down to one question. Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Jealousy. Smut. Language. PV Sex. Voyeurism. Posessiveness. Brief cum play. Mild angst. (w/c 2.5k)

“Wanda, will you shut up.” you hissed harshly as she fumbled beside you in the darkness. The two of you were concealed behind a hedge opposite a hole-in-the-wall Italian restaurant in the East Village, spying on Loki. “I’m sorry I just argh...I think I stepped in dog shit” she grumbled, as you rolled your eyes towards the wide glass windows where he and Megan from operations sat in full view. The waiter poured wine as she traced her fingers over her ample cleavage, leaning forward towards your secret lover who...was leaning forward too. Oh god. “What are they doing, are they kissing?” Wanda said distractedly as she inspected the sole of her boot. It had been five days since you had last so much as touched Loki. Not that you were angry with him exactly, you just didn’t know what to say. Wanda's question made you feel sick.

His grand plan to distract the team from your secret liaisons with an evening entertaining the gorgeous Megan was a little too real. You had barely slept all week. But as Loki had pointed out - he had no obligations to you. None at all. Apart from keeping your secret. The tower was abuzz with rumours of the new couple, and so Wanda had insisted you come with her on a stake-out to settle the team's bets on whether they were sleeping together. There were so many bets. And like a fool, you had agreed. “You know they call her the cock-coordinator” Wanda chuckled, assuming her position by your shoulder, peering over the sharp twigs; “because she makes all the guys ha-” “-that’s a terrible name.” you said sharply, hoping your indifferent tone masked the painful twisting of your stomach. Wanda shrugged, before a few seconds passed in blessed silence. “Oh, look...I think she’s playing with him under the table” she quipped, “do you think they’re fucking? I do.” “Wanda will you shut up. I’m trying to concentrate.” you hissed. Was she playing with him under the table? The signs outside were arranged in such a way it made it hard to tell. This had been the worst idea in the world. Meetings with Loki over the past few days had been brief and public, the sultry invitation in his eyes unanswered as you made your excuses to steal yourself away from his clandestine plans. You wanted him desperately, but the idea that he didn’t want you? Not really? That was too much to bear. Your head was a mess, and you only had yourself to blame. “Do you think Loki’s a good lay?” Wanda pondered thoughtfully, “I think he would be but in a... selfish kind of way. Huge cock though, definitely. I mean look at him” she muttered as you closed your eyes, willing death to take you. “Wanda.” you hissed as she conceded, becoming quiet. A minute passed in silence, the buzz of conversation from the line of restaurants twinkling prettily in the night air making your heart break. You were such an idiot. “What do you think though?” Wanda whispered warily, “...big cock?” “Oh definitely.” you murmured, your eyes roaming over Loki’s earnest smile as his date told a story, “Like a tube of cookie dough.” Your eyes flickered to Wanda’s, both snorting forward at the same time into the bushes in an uncontrolled fit of giggles. “Shhhh” she hushed, “the food’s arriving.”

You watched for the next hour as Loki charmed his way through two courses of dinner. Every time you thought you had been numbed; another seductive tactic was thrust in your face. The way he laughed coyly with his chin tilted forward. The way he licked bruschetta from his fingers, sucking just a second too long on his thumb and hollowing those devastating cheekbones. Megan would have been ready to fuck him by the time they’d finished the first drink. Wanda’s phone buzzed, the light shooting upward in the darkness. “Shit...” she mumbled, “Rogers. I gotta go – are you OK to stay for the verdict? Remember...Wilson odds 3/1 they’re fucking so we gotta be sure. There’s a lot of money riding on this.” You nodded, shooing her away as you watched Megan lean forward to twist Loki’s hair behind his ear. Bitch. “I’ll message you…” you muttered, as Wanda patted your arm before scurrying into the darkness. You released a heavy, wavering sigh that had been brewing. Cold air stung your eyes through the raging heat of jealously. It was now or never, and like Wanda said- you had to be sure. Stealthily, you crept along the hedge to the park entrance, crossing the street and hopping a low wall to the back of the restaurant. You could hear glasses clinking, the kitchens bustling with the noise of the weekend rush as chefs busied themselves. “Good evening, Agent.” You jumped, stumbling against the wall as your head whipped around to see Loki leaning smugly against the shadowed brick. “I would say this was an unexpected surprise, but alas...I fear your training has somewhat deserted you tonight.” His gaze glinted mischievously in the low light, lips curling in a knowing smirk. You straightened, pulling yourself up to your full height. “I uh-just wanted to...check, I mean…” You sighed; the energy expended on maintaining your indifference all week wearing your armour thin. You just wanted to know. “Are you fucking Megan?” Loki eyed you suspiciously, one eyebrow raising in the gloom. “Are you asking? Or is this the query of the Scarlett Witch and her band of gossiping birds with wager slips in hand?” You felt your cheeks heat in the darkness as Loki pushed himself from the wall, ambling the short distance with his hands in his pockets. “Well?” he purred, stopping inches from your gaze lined with his chest. “I don’t think you are, but…” your voice wavered, eyes travelling slowly to meet his, “I guess I wondered if you...planned to.” You grimaced, your gaze falling again to the ground. The pathetic sound of your own words made you cringe as Loki’s brow furrowed. “Do you trust me, Agent?” he murmured, running a finger along your jaw. You shivered at the touch, the need to feel his body pressed tightly to yours threatening to overwhelm you, “Loki I-…”

Loki spun on his heels, striding back inside the restaurant as your mind floundered. “Loki!” you yelled, running to the back door and following him through the hallway by the small kitchen. You caught him just as he crossed the boundary to front-of-house, yanking the back of his shirt, “Loki.” you repeated firmly. In a second he spun to face you, sliding one hand around your waist and the other behind your head in a graceful pincer movement. You gasped before he kissed you hungrily, pressing you against the wooden bar as his tongue slid roughly between your lips. You could feel his hardness through his trousers; thick and ready. The hum of the restaurant continued around you; twenty full tables unbothered by the dramatic display of passion in plain sight. Loki’s hands travelled up your thigh, tracing the bare skin at the edges of your loose skirt as he broke your kiss. “Do you trust me?” he growled, his eyes burning with a pleading ferocity you had never seen before. This was no game. “Yes, Loki. I trust you.” you replied, solemnly.

He stooped to cup your ass under the skirt, fingers melting into your warm flesh. A roll of electricity wafted over your body from your toes to your scalp, the return of his attentions making your skin ignite with ravenous need. Your breaths quickened, hands sliding to wind around his neck as he lifted you atop the bar counter. A waiter placed an order check by your hip, absent-mindedly muttering something in Italian to the barman. They couldn’t see you. Loki pressed his chest to yours, melding his body between your widened thighs. His buckle grazed your pussy, the jolt of tingling sensations making you moan. “They can neither see nor hear us, darling; never fear.” he murmured between needy kisses, rubbing his large palms from your knees to the tops of your thighs. “I don’t care” you keened as his lips ravished your neck; biting, sucking. “I don’t care if everyone sees you fuck me.”

Loki chuckled darkly against your skin, “Yes you do, kitten, but that is a conversation for another time.” Your wandering hands moved to his buckle, fumbling with the fastenings as he hissed beneath your roughness. You were starved with desire for him, the last five days a gnawing wound that needed to be washed clean and cleansed by his fire. An itch only his dick could scratch. “Gods, Y/N I’ve missed you…” he murmured, releasing a groan as long fingers pulled your panties to the side, feeling the slick that lay beneath. “Why must I always miss you?”

His cock mounted effortlessly into your tight channel; pretences forgotten. A long sigh from his throat filled the air as the humming barman laid a tray of drinks by your side. Loki’s hand pressed into the small of your back, sliding you towards him as your legs wound around his hips. His wet kisses were frantic as he adjusted your body on top of his length, raising you from the bar and returning you with a soft thump. “You are the most frustrating-uhh, fickle-minded uuhhhhh-insatiable being I have ever known” he panted in your ear, his fingers wrapping around your spread thighs. You devoured the base of his neck with messy kisses, placing bruising sucks against delicate skin as he threw his head back with a moan of your name. The waiter returned, sliding the tray laden with drinks to his palm and turning to weave between the bustling tables.

“And you are the m-most infuriating-ahhh being in the u-universe L-Loki Laufeyson and I h-hate you sometimes, fuckkk-oh-yesss.” The words came from a place deep inside you, raw truth blossoming in the power of Loki’s magic. Something was different. His palms slid over your hips and down to your ass, pulling you tighter against him with a jolt as he bottomed out. “Only sometimes?” he muttered, a tight groan simmering behind his teeth, “you do like me, pet.” You could feel him smile against your cheek, his dark hair falling in waves across your eyes as you tightened the grip of your legs around his waist. Loki buried his face in your neck, low grunts rising higher as he ground into you, the pleasantries of his sexual repertoire cast aside. From over his shoulder, you saw couples on their phones, friends laughing, an old man dining alone...and Megan. Shit, you’d forgotten about Megan. She sat by the window, poised for her date’s return with her legs crossed, back straight, looking straight towards the doorway by your side. What had he told her? Your lips twitched with a smug smile as you relished her confusion, clenching the walls of your pussy around Loki’s length as he let out another strangled moan.

“Say my name, Loki” you groaned loudly as you felt the swell of pride at his desperation, the sight of Megan’s fruitless display renewing your possessive urges as she re-adjusted her cleavage. “Y/N...Y/N, fuck...uhhhhh...gods Y/N, never forsake me again…” he moaned, as your stomach fluttered. You gripped his biceps, feeling them flex beneath his perfectly fitted shirt as he jammed into you, his cock edging deeper into your willing heat than you thought possible. From this angle, there wasn’t a sliver of daylight between you, the tight gyration of his hips ensuring his manhood never left your sacred cunt for long. A woman was heading for the bathroom, her route taking her on course to collide with your entangled display across the bar. She stopped suddenly, a glazed look in her eyes as she re-directed to a ninety-degree angle, avoiding you completely. Clever, you thought. He’s been holding out on me. Your fingers grasped at Loki’s jaw as his lips parted, looking down at you with hooded eyes. He was panting wildly. It had been too long since he'd worked you beneath his body, and he was possessed. Dark grunts escaped his throat as he scooped one of your thighs to rest over his arm, angling his hips upwards as you let out a cry. “I do not pretend to understand your n-need for secrecy, uhhh, darling.fuck,” he snarled, his approaching orgasm tremoring in his voice; “but our c-clandestine activities will remain so for yess...for as long as you wish...” You leant your elbows back against the wood, hearing the bartender polishing glasses obliviously behind you with a sharp squeak. Loki straightened, drawing his thick tip slowly in and out your entrance. You saw his gaze crawling over the sight of his cock dipping inside you. He bit his lip, teeth tugging primally against skin as he drew it out. He loved that view. Loved watching himself take you like an animal. His eyes flashed like a predator about to feast. Maybe he would...and maybe you would let him. “I have one condition” he panted, watching your eyes narrow as your climax hung in the balance. Your mouth fell open as he slowly bottomed out once more. The sight of him effortlessly fucking you in public with that damn shirt caressing his muscles, your leg thrown wantonly over his forearm, his needy cock on display…his 'date' in full view. You were going to come all over him. He was yours. “Anything, Loki. Anything.” you murmured. And you meant it. His stare intensified, jaw flexing as he searched your eyes for understanding.

“My condition is that we have no secrets from each other...” he growled, pressing himself closer between your legs, hitching your thigh in the crook of his arm as you let out a sharp moan. “Yes?” he said, thrusting his hips gently as he rocked you over the precipice. “Yesss, Loki...no secrets” you whispered, kissing him deeply as your walls clenched. You head swam with his scent, the feeling of completeness as you climaxed, shuddering against his grip. Deep moans flew from your throat, primal relief exploding with your forehead pressed to his shoulder. Your tightened pussy dragged against his thick girth, the low thundering groan of his erupting orgasm shaking you against the wooden bar. Loki's tongue slid between your lips, devouring your messy moans of afterglow before tucking his softening manhood inside his trousers. He ran his hands down your bare calves, gently falling to his knees. With one swift movement he pulled your panties aside again, exposing your glistening pussy with a low sigh of approval. He licked from the base to the top of your slit, gathering your combined arousals on his soft tongue, releasing your clit with a gentle suck. “Mine” he whispered darkly against your wet skin. You wondered if he had intended for you to hear it. He rose to his feet, offering his hand as you slid down from the bar. “You may as well go out the front this time” he said teasingly, enjoying the smile playing on your lips. “I’ll see you soon?” you said, running your hands through the god of mischief's curls as he nodded. “If you'll have me, darling." Your heart leapt, Loki's eyebrows raising as he observed excitement light in your features. "But tonight, I must not be impolite" he murmured, seeing your gaze flicker to Megan re-applying her lipstick. A small roll of jealousy clashed with the heavy warmth of sex hanging in your belly as Loki ran a finger across your jaw. "Rest assured, she will not have access to my entire range of entertainments” he said, his lips curling in a knowing smile. “Now run along and tell the others that my reputation for sexual prowess must sadly be...exaggerated” he winked, brushing his thumb across your lips. “I will find another way to sow the seeds of distraction, this particular experiment has too high a price.” Your eyes ran over him as he re-adjusted his shirt, edging towards the narrow hallway from where Megan would expect him to return. A table of men roared with laughter, the room fizzing as alcohol began to flow freely. A familiar buzz of nerves blossomed in your stomach, feeling the words you had fought against rising like a flash flood. You stood on the edge of a confession that had the power to change everything; I love you, Loki. But it was too soon. It was too much. He wasn't that kind of man. He wasn't a man at all. “No secrets, remember?” he said, shooting you a wink as you pulled open the glass door and slid into the cool night air.

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Can you do a jealous ex where reader is with Loki and the ex starts getting mad and starts texting and calling reader constantly then one day she forgot her phone and Loki reads the texts and listens to the voicemails then reader comes home to a concerned Loki because reader got hurt somehow?

She's Mine Now

Pairing: Loki x female reader (y/n)

Summary: You and Loki have only just started dating and you're worried your ex-boyfriend will ruin everything. You've been able to hide how often your ex contacts you but one night he calls over and over while you are with Loki. After finally admitting to Loki what has been going on, the God of Mischief takes matters into his own hands.

Warnings: controlling ex-boyfriend, jealous ex-boyfriend, some vague mentions of previous abuse (nothing specific), arguing, swearing, threatening language, name calling, Loki being super protective

A/N: I'm so so so sorry it took me ages to get to this. I'm finally going through my request box and I loved this the minute I saw it. I changed it just a little but I hope that's OK. Thank you for sending it! I hope you like it! 💚

Also... I realized as I was proofreading this that I never named the ex-boyfriend so it's whatever you want it to be lol pick any jerk you know haha

Loki sits on the end of his couch, your head resting on his shoulder while his fingers run slowly up and down your arm. You've only been together a month but you have completely fallen for him. You look up at him and smile when he laughs at the movie you selected.

He notices you watching him and kisses your nose causing you to giggle. "The movie is more interesting than I am, I assure you," he jokes.

"I've seen it," you respond but rest your head against him again.

Everything about him makes you want to tell him how perfect he is and how deeply you love him but you are afraid to. A small voice inside you keeps holding you back from opening up to him the way you want to. Every time you told you ex-boyfriend you loved him, he would tell you that you sounded clingy or needy or desperate. You don't want Loki to feel the same so you keep those three words to yourself.

Loki's fingers move from your arm to your back, moving in slow circles. You close your eyes and focus on how calming it feels but then his hand moves further up. He begins playing with your hair, his eyes still fixed on the screen, a small smile on his lips. You try to keep your thoughts from racing as you feel a familiar pit growing in your stomach. He's upset, he doesn't like your hair this way, your inner voice starts to spread panic throughout your body, he's going to grab a fistful of it any second and yell at you. You tense as his fingers gently run through your hair and he notices the change in your behavior.

"Are you okay, love?" he asks, he removes his hand and looks down at you concerned.

"Yea, I just-" you look down and begin playing with the sleeve on your sweater as your mind replays what happened the last time you got a haircut without talking to your ex first. "I'm sorry, I- I was going to ask you before I cut my hair. I know I should have but I was only going for a trim so I thought it was okay but then I saw a shorter style I really liked and I just went for it but-"

He cuts off your words suddenly when his lips met yours, your whole body responds to his kiss and the feeling of his hand softly touching your cheek, relaxing you instantly. He pulls back slightly, his eyes locked on yours so he knows you are listening to him. "It's your hair darling. You can do what you like with it," he gently plays with the ends of your hair. "You don't need to ask me to do things like this," he says as if it is obvious.

You nod and remind yourself for the hundredth time that Loki is not your ex-boyfriend.

He settles back on the couch, bringing you with him easily, his arm around you. He smiles and adds, "I'm sorry if I forgot to tell you that you look beautiful today."

You blush and bury your face against his chest, the heavy feeling inside of you vanishing completely. He kisses the top of your head and goes back to watching the movie. You close your eyes and force the images of your ex-boyfriend's reaction from your mind, replacing them with Loki's words.

Half an hour later your phone vibrates on the coffee table. You lean forward to try and reach for it but Loki keeps his arm around you. You giggle and try again but he doesn't let go. He looks down at you and smirks, "Where do you think you're going?"

Your phone continues to vibrate. "I need to answer my phone," you roll your eyes.

He looks back towards the TV and dramatically puts his foot on the edge of the coffee table, sliding it further away from you as he straightens his leg.

"Loki!" you laugh as a smile spreads across his lips. He finally loosens his grip so you can get up. You pick up your phone but as soon as you see the number, you end the call and put it face down on the table.

"Who is it?" he asks.

"Wrong number," you answer with a shrug but the laughter is gone from your voice.

You sit heavily next to him and he waves his hand to bring the table back to its original spot. He doesn't respond but you know he can tell you are lying, his expression has become serious and his eyes remain fixed on your phone. Before you can think of a better excuse, your phone begins to vibrate again. You grab it and hang up quickly without stopping to see the number, you know who is calling.

"Who is it, Y/N?" he asks again, his tone is curious but you can feel your nerves getting worse.

"It's no one," you tell him as you tug on your sleeve again.

He sighs at your response and turns off the TV. "I don't like being lied to," he says as he faces you.

"I know," you shrink away from him, waiting for him to yell or tell you to leave.

"Y/N," he reaches out to touch your chin lightly, wanting you to look at him but you flinch away from his touch involuntary. He pulls away as well, giving you more space instead of invading yours. You look up after a moment and instead of seeing anger in his eyes as you expect, he looks sad.

You know in your heart Loki would never hurt you but your instincts had forced you to distance yourself from him. When your ex was upset because you had lied or had done something he thought was wrong, he could be unpredictable.

Your phone vibrates again and he sighs as he picks it up off the table. He hands it to you and says, "Whoever it is must really want to talk to you."

"I don't want to talk to him," you tell Loki, trying to hold back your tears. You toss it away from you wanting it as far from you as possible. It skims over the top of the coffee table and lands on the ground in front of the TV.

"Who keeps calling you, Y/N?" he asks again and this time you know you need to answer him.

You tuck your legs underneath you and move further away from Loki, wrapping your arms around yourself. He shifts his body to face you but doesn't move any closer. "It's my ex-boyfriend," you tell him, you try to keep the fear from your voice but you know he hears it.

"The one Wanda told me about?" he asks, his eyes glance towards your phone and you see a flash of anger cross his face.

You nod but don't say anything else, you had barely mentioned your ex to Loki for so many reasons. You aren't sure how much Wanda told Loki but it was obviously more then you had ever shared with him.

"Please talk to me," he says, moving towards you slowly, testing to see if you will pull away again. "I don't understand why he would still be calling you. I thought you ended things with him months before I met you."

"He started calling and texting me again a few days after our first date," you finally admit to Loki. "I don't know how he even found out about us..." your voice trails off as you look down.

You feel Loki move closer to you again and your body tenses as you prepare for an argument or worse, you shouldn't have hidden this from him, it was as bad as lying.

"I'm not texting him back I promise. I always ignore him. I don't want him to call me but he just keeps doing it, I've asked him to stop but he won't," you say quickly, all in one breath. Loki opens his mouth to say something but you are too afraid to give him a chance. "I didn't want you to be upset, that's why I didn't tell you, I wasn't trying to hide anything or lie about it, I'm sorry," you feel the apology pouring out as it had so many times with your ex. You cover your face with your hands but can't stop the first few tears from escaping.

"I'm not upset Y/N," he says softly. He gently touches your hands and slowly takes them away from your face, "I'm worried about you, that's all."

You look at him, not having expected that response. When your ex found out you were texting Wanda after work, he had been furious. He had never met her and didn't want you telling a stranger anything about him or your relationship.

"I'm sorry," you mumble quietly, not even sure what you are sorry for anymore.

"Please stop apologizing," he says in a calm voice, "You haven't done anything wrong." He wipes the tears from your cheeks, his eyes never leaving yours.

You nod and without thinking you answer him, "Sorry."

He gives you a half smile and puts his arms around you, pulling you close. You squeeze your eyes shut and press your cheek to his chest as he rubs your back slowly. He holds you and sighs, "I don't know what he did to you... and I will never ask you to tell me," he adds when you look up at him, "But I need you to remember that I am not him. I never want you to be scared of me, you can tell me anything."

"I know," you wipe your eyes again. "I'm sorry-"

He raises an eyebrow at you and you let out a small laugh. "There's that beautiful smile I love so much," he smiles in return.

A few hours later, Loki lays awake staring at the ceiling, wishing you hadn't left. He has told you on numerous occasions that he sleeps much better when you are curled up in his arms. Unfortunately, you need to run an errand before work tomorrow so you had gone back to your apartment after the movie finished. Closing his eyes, he rolls over but sits up quickly when he hears a faint buzzing sound.

He gets out of bed and follows the sound into his living room. Loki looks around as the buzzing gets louder until he finally sees your phone lighting up on the floor just under the tv stand. You must have forgotten you threw it there when your ex-boyfriend was calling. He was worried when you didn't text him to say you arrived home like you always did, so at least now he knows why.

He stands still for a moment, watching it ring as he debates what to do next. The call ends and he bends down to pick it up then he takes a seat on the couch. After a few seconds, it vibrates once more notifying him that there is a new voicemail.

He sits back, phone in one hand with his other hand over his eyes. Loki trusts you more than anyone he has ever known, on Midgard or on Asgard and doesn't want you to think he's invading your privacy. It's not you he wants to check up on, it's your ex-boyfriend. Everything he knows about him, he heard from Wanda in one very short but eye opening conversation. She only told him what little she knew but it was enough for Loki to know that you deserved better. He sounded like a man you weren't safe with and your reaction to his calls tonight confirmed that for him. Loki would do anything to protect you so he takes a deep breath and unlocks your phone.

Thankfully he remembers your password, you had told him what it was last weekend so he could send himself some pictures you took together at the museum. He opens your call history and covers his mouth with his hand in shock. Fifty-three missed calls in the last week alone, he stares at the number in disbelief. You hadn't answered a single call but still he attempted to reach you over and over. Most of the calls came in groups late at night, like they had while you were watching the movie.

He opens your texts, feeling both guilty for looking around and angry knowing what he will likely find. He smiles a bit when he sees how you've saved his name in your phone, Mischief 💚, but immediately frowns when he sees an unsaved number right below his conversation with you.

He clicks on it, at first he barely reads the words, he just scrolls further and further down hoping to find the end. He sees text after text after text, some are long rants while others are a single insulting word and it seems to go on forever. Once a day is a text from you pleading with him to leave you alone but it only seems to enrage him.

Loki quickly goes from upset to angry to furious as he reads the threats and insults your ex-boyfriend had thrown at your over the last few weeks. He grinds his teeth as he thinks about you being afraid of your ex and the things he has done to you. He sits back and types out a lengthy reply but at the last second he deletes it.

With a smirk he sits forward with his elbows on his knees and begins to type a new, much shorter message. He hits send and waits a few moments. Your phone vibrates when your ex replies and Loki turns off your phone before going back to his room.

You look both ways and cross the street quickly, excited to finally see Loki for lunch like you do every day. You spot him sitting on his usual bench just past the entrance to the park, lost in his book. You smile when he looks up, his book vanishing as he stands. He hugs you tightly then leans down to give you a kiss.

"I missed you," you tell him, his arms still around you.

"Then you shouldn't have left last night," he smiles. "Oh, I believe this is yours," he takes your phone out of his pocket.

"Thanks. I can't believe I forgot it, that was really stupid," you shake your head. You had realized when you got home last night that you had left it at Loki's but it was too late to go back.

Your heart stops when you realize its your ex-boyfriend. You look up at Loki, one of his arms is still around you but his eyes are fixed to your ex as he approaches with a wide smile and outstretched arms.

"You are not stupid," he corrects you and before you can respond you see someone walking over to you.

He continues towards you and when your brain finally registers that he is trying to go in for a hug you free yourself from Loki and quickly back away. Loki moves in response, putting himself easily between you and your ex which causes him to stop.

"Seriously Y/N?" he says, already sounding annoyed with you. "I drove all the way out here for lunch with you and you won't even give me a freaking hug? You're lucky I accepted your ridiculous invitation after you kept ignoring me."

Loki says, "Y/N did not invite you here, I did."

"Oh really?" he's looks from you to Loki and seems unphased that he is face to face with the Prince of Asgard. "What, are you looking for some tips on how to control her better?" he laughs to himself. "Of course, if you've decided you're done with her, I'll gladly take her back. I put years into fixing her, wouldn't want that to go to waste."

You take another step back as his eyes find you again and they roam up and down your body. You suddenly wish you hadn't worn a skirt and you cross your arms tightly around yourself. He always commented on how you dressed, he had so many opinions on what he wanted you to wear.

Loki notices how uncomfortable you are and brings the attention back to himself. "Do not look at her, this conversation is between you and me," he tells your ex.

He sighs and says, "Fine, what do you want?"

Loki holds his anger at back and in a controlled tone says, "You will apologize for how you treated her in the past and then you will leave, never return here or contact her again."

He almost laughs and says, "I treated her the way she deserved. She needed to learn how to behave and you should be thankful I trained her as well as I did."

Your eyes dart from your ex to Loki and your heart races with anxiety about what might happen next. Loki doesn't respond at first, you watch his fist clench and his jaw tighten. He looks like he is holding himself back from lashing out with every bit of strength he has.

"You have no idea what she was like before. When I first met her-" he tries to look at you but Loki cuts him off.

He walk steadily forward, glaring at him as approaches. "I will not stand here and listen to a pathetic mortal like you speak poorly of Y/N. She is kind, funny, generous, creative, beautiful and so much more. She never deserved to be mistreated by the likes of you. Y/N is a queen and I will ensure she is treated as such."

You can't take your eyes off of Loki, you've never had anyone speak about you this way before.

Loki stops just in front of your ex and says, "If you ever speak to her, text her or see her again, I will make sure you suffer greater than any human on Midgard has ever suffered before."

Your ex-boyfriend looks at him in shock but it quickly morphs into anger, he does not take being challenged or threatened well. He takes a small step backwards and says, "You can't just threatened me like that. You might be some fancy royal on your planet but here your just another asshole. If I want to talk to her, I will. She was mine once and I could take her back if I really wanted to."

As soon as the words come out of your ex's mouth, you know he finally pushed Loki too far. Loki's full armor and tall horned crown appear in a bright flash of gold and green. Your ex goes quiet in an instant as you are both reminded that Loki truly is a God among men.

The God of Mischief looms over him, staring down at him, daring him to speak again. Loki raises one hand and suddenly your ex is picked up by his throat, a green mist surrounding his neck. He tries to claw at it but Loki's magic brings him closer, until they are eye to eye. In a dark voice, Loki says, "She's mine now."

Your ex-boyfriend looks utterly terrified and a part of you can't help but enjoy seeing the fear in his eyes after all the pain he inflicted on you. You watch, your heart still pounding quickly. As much as you want your ex to suffer, you are afraid Loki will go to far, you've never seen him so angry. Look had worked so hard over the last few months to gain the trust and support of the Avengers, if he hurts your ex he will have to face serious consequences. As much as you hate your ex-boyfriend, its not worth risking Loki's future with the team or with you.

Loki's magic brings him closer, until the are inches from each other, his feet dangling helplessly above the ground. "Do not doubt for a moment that I will do what needs to be done to protect the woman I love. Is that clear?" Loki asks and he nods rapidly in response.

Loki releases him from his grasps and he falls to the ground. Getting up quickly, he runs from the park without looking back.

Loki's magic vanishes, his crown and armor fading away in the breeze as he turns to face you. The determination and rage in his eyes is gone, replaced with his own nervous fear. Your eyes remain locked on him as he slowly walks towards you.

"Y/N," he asks softly. You don't answer, your mind still processing the events from a few moments ago. "I'm sorry, I never meant to let my temper get so out of control but I just couldn't bear to listen to him talk about you for another moment," he explains and you nod in understanding.

He reaches out to take your hand, looking down as your finger interlock and sighs. "I told you not to be afraid of me and then I showed you exactly what kind of terrifying monster I really am. I never wanted to scare you, I only wanted him to leave you alone."

"You um..." you pause, biting you lip as you think. "You said you love me?"

"Loki," you close the distance between you and touch his cheek with your other hand. "I could never be scared of you." He looks at you slowly and you smile, he breaths a sigh of relief and smiles in return.

He laughs and relaxes completely, his arm wrapping around your waist. "Darling, I have loved you from the first time we spoke," he tells you. "You mean everything to mean."

You reach up and kiss him, his hands move down your back to hold you flush against his body. You look up, still pressed together and say, "I love you too. Thank you for keeping me safe from him."

You rest your head on his shoulder and he kisses the top of your head. "I promise, I will always protect you, you just need to tell me what is bothering you," he swears.

You smile when you look into his eyes and see how much he means it. He leans down to kiss you again and between breaths he whispers, "Mine."

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[sweetavenuesong]

Mine

Fandom: The Avengers/MCU

Relationship: Loki/Reader

Drabble: After teasing Loki, you decided to claim what is yours.

Notes: Blame @sarahscribbles for this. It's her fault.

~*~*~*~*~ 

In your relationship, most people would assume Loki was the possessive one. Whenever you were together, he was always touching you. Whether it be an arm slung around your shoulders, or a steady hand on your lower back, Loki always made sure his claim on you was clear to anyone who looked in your direction.  

Everyone assumed that you were indulging him as you leaned into his touch and soaked in his touch. When he would trace a finger along the shell of your ear, you would shiver and lean in. Some of your braver friends would tease you for how he had you wrapped around his finger, and for how you would giggle like an innocent maiden. 

The teasing would only get worse when Loki got overzealous and left behind a damning bruise on your neck. You were a grown adult, but with Loki you acted like a hormone ridden child. Your friends speculated on where else Loki had marked you, if he laid his claim to your skin under your clothes.  

Loki was a god after all, and surely gods demanded complete devotion? 

~*~*~*~*~ 

“Darling, please...” the words escaped his lips like a broken prayer.   

He painted a perfectly sinful image, spread out on your bed like a feast. His dark curls were wild and fanned out across your pillows. His neck, bared and tense as he threw his head back once more when you nipped the skin on his thigh, adding to the growing collection of love bites there. A slight flush crept down his chest, which heaved with every panting breath. He was simply divine.  

You grinned against his pale skin, trying not to chuckle as he moaned like a whore when he felt your teeth tease him.  

“Not yet, my love. Soon,” you murmured, feeling the muscles of his thigh twitch under your hand.  

Loki groaned in equal parts frustration and arousal. “You’ve been saying that for hours,” he whined, and this time you could not help the chuckle that escaped your lips.  

“It hasn’t even been ten minutes,” you soothed before giving him a playful nip.  

Loki forced his eyes open to look down at you, and you were pleased to see the slightly hazy look in his eye. Desperate and wanting.  

“That’s impossible, it’s been at least an hour,” he argued petulantly.  

You nuzzled your face against his inner thigh to smother your fond smile. “It’s been ten minutes,” you repeated.  

“Well, regardless darling, you are trying my patience,” he huffed a sigh, and you did not have to look up at him to know he was pouting.  

“I thought you liked it when I marked you up,” you asked as you glanced up at him, immediately confirming your earlier suspicions. You pulled away from him, relishing how he squirmed and rolled his hips towards you. Subtly chasing your touch.  

“I never claimed otherwise.” Loki managed to sound remotely calm, even as his heart raced in his chest. 

You smirked as an idea popped into your head. You twisted your body in order to reach the pen that was on your bedside table. With a delighted giggled you retrieved it and settled back into your place between your lover’s spread thighs.  

He looked down at you with a mixture of amusement and burning desire. You gently pushed on his knee, guiding him to spread his legs wider so that you could get a better angle. Loki allowed it, as he watched you curiously.  

Satisfied, you uncapped the pen and began to write on an unblemished spot on in his inner thigh. The black ink contrasted beautifully against his red and bruised skin.

Mine.  

You even added a small heart at the end, and Loki could not stop staring. You claimed him, and you had done it so casually, so brazenly. The ink burned his skin in the most delicious way, and part of him wished it would never fade away.  

You grinned up at him as you capped the pen, completely unrepentant. “You got a problem with that?”  

Loki almost forgot to breathe as he kept staring at the simple four-letter word.  

Mine. 

Yours. He was yours. Always had been, and always would be.  

“Just one problem, my darling,” Loki all but purred. His legs were still proudly spread, and your handwriting in black ink against his pale skin was on display. “That your own, lovely thigh is unadorned.” 

You giggled. “Oh? I suppose you should fix that.”   

With a lustful growl, Loki all but pounced on you. He plucked the pen from your fingers as his lips trailed down your neck and continued down your body. You arched your back as you felt his hand grip your thigh and spread it wide.  

You closed your eyes and sighed blissfully as he uncapped the pen. Then he began to write down his own claim to you, your body, and your very soul. 

And in the back of your mind, you tried to remember if any nearby tattoo shops were open at this hour.  

~*~*~*~*~  

[sweetavenuesong]

୨・┈﹕✦﹕ Kinktober Day 16﹕✦﹕┈・୧

loki x f!reader -> çnç

event masterlist

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.”

[sweetavenuesong]

Left Your Mark

Loki lets you put lipstick on him so you can kiss if off right after.

~900 words, heavy petting-ish?, no use of y/n

A quick drabble drafted up in my carpool home last night. We love coworkers who enable you :)

“Stop squirming," you chastised.

Loki glared up at you. You hovered over his chest, balanced with your hands on his shoulders. His waist was bracketed by your knees on the comforter, your thighs spread wide to accommodate his body under you.

The game you were playing was balanced on a precarious edge; you were never quite sure when Loki's mood could snap, but you loved to test him to find out. Both of you knew that he could overpower you if he wanted. Today, despite the flicker of annoyance in his light eyes, he seemed particularly docile; beneath you he glowered, but continued to play the part of your domesticated little villain as long as it meant he could worm his hands under your ass, his long fingers spread wide to palm the backs of your thighs. He squeezed for good measure, fingertips edging dangerously close to the hem of your shorts. A petulant sound withered in his throat as he flopped, dejectedly, back against the pillows.

You leaned across him and rummaged around inside your bag on the bedside table. You returned triumphant a moment later, a shiny black tube of lipstick in your hand. 

“Is this really necessary?” Loki grumbled, watching you uncap the offending thing. 

“You said I could do whatever I wanted to you,” you replied breezily. “This is what I want.”

“When I promised you anything you wanted, I had expected you to be sitting a bit higher than my chest, darling.” His expression twisted; the pout on his face betrayed his centuries of being waited on hand and foot, a petulance so cleverly honed to get him whatever he wanted from courtiers and kitchen staff alike. Luckily for you, the gallows weren’t an option if you denied him, so you could ignore his moodiness and enjoy the simple pleasure of watching him squirm.

(Though there was undoubtedly a punishment waiting for you after this - you hoped, anyway.)

“Maybe later, if you’re a good boy.” You raised the tube of lipstick and steadied his face with one hand. “Now stop talking.”

You traced the shape of his cupid’s bow carefully, watching the way his skin yielded under the slightest pressure before bouncing back. You filled in his narrow pout with a bright swipe of cherry red, the finish not quite matte, just shiny enough to catch the light in an alluring way. Despite his earlier complaints, Loki went willingly when you pulled on his chin, parting his mouth slightly for better access. The bullet tugged on his bottom lip just slightly, the malleable flesh rolling before coming away with a dark flush of colour.

You wiped away a smudge just under the fullest part of his bottom lip. With one hand under his jaw, you tilted his face up just a hair to look at you. “You’re so pretty, baby.”

His hands tightened around the backs of your thighs, urging you just a breath higher up his body. The bed shifted; with the windows closed, the room was stifling in its silence, so quiet you could hear the sound of the blankets rustling as his shoulders flexed. The cap of the lipstick tube snapped into place. You tossed it over your shoulder, where it disappeared with a muffled thump on the carpet. Loki’s eyes lingered on your mouth, pupils blown wide to soak in every detail of your expression.

You leaned your weight on one hand beside his head and pressed your mouth to his. A sigh escaped him, punched out through his nose when you rocked forward slightly to get a better angle. One of his hands shot out from under you and closed around the back of your neck like a vice, fingertips heavy against the soft hairs at your nape.

You squeaked when his hips rearranged, lifting you up from the bed momentarily. Taking advantage of your surprise, Loki pushed down on the small of your back, encouraging you to lay your full weight on top of him. He tilted his head to the other side, closing his lips around your bottom one; you felt the sticky drag of fresh lipstick under the swell of it, smearing across your chin with purpose. His mouth opened just slightly, plying yours apart to swipe his tongue teasingly across yours, and his top lip brushed the corner where your cheek and upper lip joined.

You pulled away with a slick sound. Loki followed you with a whine, half-lidded eyes still fixed on your bottom lip. The hand on your neck managed to wrestle you back to him, though he missed your mouth by a heartbeat, smearing more lipstick on the corner of your mouth before he managed to slot against your top lip. The faint taste of vanilla, powdery and a little chemically, lingered on your tongue when you licked into his mouth.

“Loki,” you murmured against his mouth. Then, with a sigh as his hand slid back down to palm your ass, “Loki.”

He let you pull away, but not without a great sound of discontent. His chest heaved under yours. His fingers flexed against the meat of your thigh while his thumb dug meanly into the crook of your hip, massaging in circles.  

Both his hands rose to close over your cheeks. His thumbs traced the ring of red around your mouth, lingering with a hunger you knew well. His voice, broken, breathless, rumbled through the quiet space. “Pretty.”

His darkened eyes flickered up to meet yours. Something smoldered behind them, a well of want so deep you felt as though you could drown in it. He drew you down until your mouths were just touching, the barest pressure of skin on skin, so your breaths mingled in that tiny space. He pressed the softest of kisses to your upper lip. “Let’s see what else we can stain, shall we?”

[sweetavenuesong]

“Don’t make me finish myself on your traitorous face.” I literally died dead-

No Mercy [Loki x Female Reader]

A Link to my Masterlist is HERE Summary: Loki interrogates you....sexually. Warnings. 18+ Minors DNI. Smut. Ceremonial erotica. Fun & Games. Soft! Dom Loki. Established relationship. Light bondage. Denial. (w/c 1.8k)

“Do you plead mercy, little one?” Loki’s voice is terrifyingly calm. If it weren’t for the violently hard erection pressed against his thigh beneath those tight, slutty trousers you might actually believe you were in danger. Deny me, you’d challenged him. Make me break. And he has. And he’s close.

“You’ll never make me talk,” you say defiantly. The layer of fear in your voice is fake, but the tremble isn’t.

It feels like you’re dripping on the bed, knees together, folded to the side, hands tied to the posts. Loki’s eyes flicker to the sheets beneath you as you squirm and a slight narrow of his eyes confirms that yes, you are in fact, dripping on the bed.

You’ve been at this for almost an hour. He’s barely touched you. Just a graze of his tactfully deployed fingers, a blindfold, the targeted skim of his breath and the devastation of his carefully chosen words.

Now the blindfold runs between his fingers as he tilts his head, thinking. “My interrogation requires a little more...finesse, then,” he says, making the blindfold disappear in a flash of green. “A touch more...pressure.’ You whine, yanking the thick leather binds wrapped around your wrists. The manufactured innocence on your face is like blood to a free-wolf and Loki’s lips curl in a wicked smile.

“I’ve been doing this a long, long time,” he says imperiously as he unbuttons a cuff. His long fingers make slow work of folding the sleeve up the meat of his forearm. “I may be a Prince, but an Interrogator of the Crown was my calling, I think. Don’t you?” Your chin rises and you nail him with your stare, hoping your tits look as great as you think they do. You arch valiantly towards his quiet wrath and with a deep breath, you deploy your best 50's starlet impression. “You’ll never break me….Loki Laufeyson.” He releases an exaggerated growl that makes new arousal well between your tightly closed thighs. “Is that right?”

A golden flicker licks from his forehead, the horned diadem unfurling from nothing at all. He’s working on the other sleeve as he swaggers to the side of the bed, taking his time. An oil of sweat has formed on your chest and you squirm for real, trying to break free. “You know how I feel about the horns, oh god-” you mutter, breaking character, clenching as another devilish smile stretches his lips. He stands by your head, crotch inches from your face. So close you can see his cock throb through the fabric. So close you can smell the earthy sweetness of his pre-cum. A low rumble of laughter penetrates the air. “I think you’re closer to defeat than you let on, little one,” he says, drawing a cool finger down your cheek. “Desperate to yield to me, desperate to give in to my demands; to furnish me with the carnal knowledge of your body that I require…that the realm requires.” Against every instinct screaming in your body, you yank your face away. “Perhaps not,” he says bitterly. A wave of dark sandalwood fills your nostrils as the mattress dips and Loki mounts the bed one impossibly long leg at a time.

He spreads his knees while he spreads yours. His face is bladed and angular in shadow, smouldering eyes sparkling beneath his battle-crown of gold.

The god reaches forward and runs his huge palms up the front of your thighs. His touch is electric. You buck up, feeling a web of arousal stick against the bedsheets. Loki glances at it through half-lidded eyes, his trunk heaving with heavy, silent breaths. “You bring this on yourself,” he whispers coldly as a strange object appears in his hand. It looks like a little bell with a round, tapered tip. But heavy. It looks heavy. There's a slight amber tint that warms in the low light.

“My seal,” he explains with an air of condescension. He swings it between his thumb and forefinger. “You will submit to me...one way or another.” He leans closer, dragging the cool golden seal over the curve of your breast and a violent shiver wrenches down your spine. “They always do,' he says. "And I have come prepared.” His eyes follow the metal seal’s descent over the dip of your waist, enjoying the shudders of overstimulation they cause. The graze of his raised markings harden your nipples and you strain your neck to the ceiling as he runs a line down the centre of your stomach and pauses at the top of your mound. The weight between your legs is unbearable; it’s an emptiness only Loki’s cock can fill. “Are you sure you don’t want to talk?” he murmurs sweetly with those dark brows peaked. But it’s an act, trying to trick you – of course. Oh god, he’s so fucking hot, it’s terrible. Every urge screams to cry mercy and have him fuck you like a victorious king; ride him as you hang onto those horns and make him see double. “Do it,” you spit, clenching your teeth. You yank the leather ropes again. “Pervert.” Loki’s brows rise in genuine surprise, a flash of mirth you recognise skating across his face before his features harden again. Role play with Loki is like nothing else. The king of your heart, but king of the performance too. “Very well,” he says, and the cool roll of metal slips against your cunt. He toys with it, pressing its ridged base against your clit and rubbing it in slow, maddening circles. “This seal has started wars,” he says in the same calm, even tone, “ended them, too.” Your stifle a groan of pleasure as the curved tip dips inside your pussy. Its sharp bite seems to melt inside the heat of your slit. “But you may be my greatest challenge,” he purrs as he slides it from the hole. You whimper as he brings it to his lips, rolling it, moaning in a low inhumane frequency. “And since I have just now claimed you with my crest...perhaps your conscience will allow me to claim you with my cock.” Your will to resist is fading fast. Loki tsk’s with feigned irritation as the seal vanishes and his attention turns to the mess beneath your legs. Arousal sticks to your inner thighs in a glistening sheet.

You groan as he flexes his fingers in front of his face, thick veins standing to attention on the back of his hands. He folds all but two, sucking them between his lips and hollowing his cheekbones in the process like an absolute whore. Without a pause, he curls them inside you and the air dissolves from your lungs in a strangled moan of his name. “Doesn’t count…” he warns. You look at him with your mouth open, brow a map of twitching lines. "You have to say it."

Loki kneels between your legs, as cool as Jotunheim ice, pumping his fingers slowly inside your slippery cunt, thumb sliding against your swollen clit with an arrogant smirk on his face. Your hips rise to meet him on every thrust of his palm. Breath comes in short bursts as you clench around his fingers, back arching into his touch as orgasm threatens to ruin you- He slips them out. “Loki!”

The frustration is real - no need to act. The god’s eyes widen in a shameless caricature of innocence. “I have given you every opportunity to yield to me, I have I not?” He pushes the rolled sleeves of his perfectly fitted shirt higher in a targeted attack. Your legs have begun to tremble at the loss of his touch. “And at every opportunity," he continues, "you have stayed true to your loyalties...which I respect."

The ceremonial sincerity in his voice is sickeningly erotic as he hooks his hands beneath your knees. “But pleasure...true pleasure...is a privilege reserved for those who yield to me.”

The sharp cool of his metal diadem stings your flesh as he kisses your inner thigh. He draws closer to your desperate sex, so close you can feel his breath cool against it as he says, “So cry mercy darling, and it will be yours.” He’s really dialled the drama up to eleven tonight. Instinctually you try and lurch your arms forward to grab the curve of his horns and press him deep into your pussy; mad for the feel of his tongue flat and flawless moving against it. “Oh god,” you whimper, fighting yourself. “Good girl,” he purrs, grazing his parted lips over your swollen labia. It’s too much. “Oh god, Loki…” “Good girl, say it...beg for it,” he spits as he falls back on his haunches and reaches for the button of his suit trousers. He looks so fucking mean.

The beat in your chest has turned to syrupy thumps as your legs straighten and contract on either side of him. “You want to be my good girl…” A pop echoes and his cock suddenly weighs in his hand like a weapon. You’re salivating...actually salivating. He pumps slowly back and forth, jaw clenching, his eyes hard as flints. “Don’t make me finish myself on your traitorous face.”

“Mercy,” you gasp. Loki’s grin widens and it touches his eyes. He licks his lips. “Do you want me to stay in character?” he asks quietly as his clothes disappear- everything but the horned diadem on his head.

His shoulders roll and every muscle in his torso tightens, thighs bulging as he clenches against the punishing grip of his fist. You bite your lip, nodding. His eyes flash. “Well chosen,” Interrogator Loki says. The hard edge in his voice has returned with a vengeance and he melts the leather binds holding you with a wave of his hand. “I trust my faith in your repentance is not misplaced,” he says as he crawls up your body with intent. Loki’s hair swings around your jaw, the scent of him, the weight of him. His length presses like metal against your throbbing clit and you buck your hips, trying to catch him. Every thought in your head evaporates as Loki of Asgard buries himself inside you with a shuddering exhale. Your legs wrap around his hips, forcing his ass down, pushing him deeper.

There’s a thud, and then another one; the curve of his horns beating against the headboard. Loki deploys a wolfish smile as his fingers curl around your wrists. “Can’t take any chances with my minx of a prisoner,” he whispers against your cheek. “No mercy,” you moan into his open mouth. It’s a request he understands as he delivers another targeted roll of his hips. “No mercy,” he replies.

A/N - Have I told you guys how much I love you recently? Because I really do. I hope you know that. x

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#loki smut

[sweetavenuesong]

dating loki would include

dating loki in a nutshell

hair

loki would be obsessed with you hair and would probably be touching it with any chance he gets. he would always offer to wash it and braid it, style it or to even just run his hands through it. It would also work both ways, loki would love it when you played with his hair.

physical touch

this man is touchstarved. he will never be able to keep his hands off you, no matter where you are. he'd love hugging you from behind and nuzzling into your neck, taking in your sent, holding you as he sleeps, holding hands. He also would always have you in his arms or lap.

consent

Before loki does anything, this being touching or doing things for you, he would always ask, unless he knows 100%, you are okay with it. he's very strong on consent and always listens to your feelings and checks you're comftable even if you say something is fine. If you change your mind or refuse he will immediately stop and make sure everything is okay.

reading

Loki would love reading to you, reccomending you books and would constantly be ranting on about books he's reading. When you can't sleep, he'd often let you lay against his chest as he reads you an old book from his childhood while running his hands through your hair.

sarcasm

Even if you're his lover loki is still the most sarcastic, witty person to exist. He'd constantly be messing around or teasing you, always making sure you know his jokes are jokes and picking a right time but he'd probably be pranking you alot.

cuddles

He secretly loves them. After a long day he will search for you just to wrap himself around you or cling onto you any way he can. he loves hugs from people he trusts, and he would always make sure he falls asleep cuddled up with you.

insomnia

He barely sleeps and is always awake when you wake up. He loves the night but also the sound of birds at the crack of dawn. Although he doesn't sleep himself, he will always make sure you get enough rest.

kisses

Loki loves kissing you, his favourite places probably being your neck, thighs, hands, forehead, cheeks, and his overall favourite your lips. Even a peck is enough as long as he gets his kisses. When he's touchstarved, he won't get his lips away from you.

words of affirmation

he loves praising you, and he loves it when you say nice things to him, especially after his neglection as a kid. He will always make sure you feel loved, and it goes both ways. You'd often have him sneeking behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and whispering small things in your ear like, 'you look so beautiful, my darling' 'that dress looks gorgeous on you'

gift giving

He would buy you the entire 9 realms if he could. Loki would spoil you every single day. Whatever you wanted, he would buy for you, and you'd always be getting small gifts off of him

princess treatment

loki would unshamefully do everything for you, even in public. If your heels were hurting he'd take them off, carry them, and then carry you to wherever you both need to be, if you had laces, he'd tie them up, if you were unwell he would honestly slave for you, you'd have breakfast in bed, a hot water bottle and literally whatever you ask him for. He'd probably make you some chocolate covered strawberries as well.

music

he loves music and deffinatly has a viynal and cd player in his room. He likes all genres depending on the mood he's in, and he is the type of person to play his music loud enough for the whole of Asgard to hear. You've introduced loki to many 'midgardian' artists such as lana del rey, amy winehouse, artic monkeys, the weeknd, billie eilish, and rihannah and he loves them, especially the older artists such as Bowie, Queen, ABBA, Elvis and Harry James. Loki also has quite a soft singing voice himself, and you'd often catch him singing or humming to songs. After a lot of persuading, he'd sometimes sing you old norse lullabies his mother used to sing to him to help you sleep.

[sweetavenuesong]

Imagine: Loki finding the Norse mythology book in your room and thinking you’ll be terrified of him now.

You set the book down on your bed, leaving it open at the spot you’d been reading, and walked out of your room, not bothering to close the door. You had no worries about anyone coming in. 

Well, except for Thor. And that would only be because he forgot something of his on your desk after playing a game with you and Loki. (By playing I mean losing miserably) 

Loki poked his head in the doorway. “Y/n?” When he didn’t see you he turned to leave but stopped, the brightly colored book on your bed catching his eye. He took one look at the contents and his stomach turned into a tight knot. You were the only one who didn’t judge him for his actions in New York. But now that you have read this? He would be shocked if you could even walk past him without cowering in fear. 

Loki walked down the hall with his head hung low. He went into the kitchen and plopped down in a chair. He had been planning to tell you something that had been at the front of his mind for weeks now. He was going to tell you that he loved you but now? Now he was heartbroken and angry with himself. Why did he have to be so foolish all those years ago?

“Loki, you ok?” You asked, bringing him back from his thoughts. 

Loki took one look at you and scooted his chair away, not wanting to frighten you. “I-I’m fine…” he said in a quiet voice, not meeting your gaze, trying to seem as unintimidating as possible. 

You went to touch his shoulder when you saw, though he tried to hide it, a tear slipped down his cheek. 

Your heart clenched at the sight and you gave his hand a gentle squeeze. “Are you sure you’re ok?” 

Loki trembled before letting out a sob that he tried to suppress, his whole body moving as he did so. He then stood and silently walked out of the room, brushing away tears as he did so. 

You waited a moment before going to his room and knocking on his door. 

“I need to be alone right now,” came a muffled voice. 

You frowned and walked away, wondering what was bothering him. 

You re-entered the kitchen and decided to make a batch of cookies. You’d overheard Thor mention that Loki hadn’t gotten to try many Midgardian foods yet. 

You settled on just a simple batch of chocolate chip cookies, nothing too extravagant. 

Thor walked in as you began to put the ingredients in the mixer. “What ya doin’?”

You looked over at Thor with a slight frown. “Loki is in a bad mood, something upset him so I figured I’d make something for him, sweets always seem to make me feel better.” 

Thor put an arm around you. “I’m glad Loki has you looking out for him.” 

You smiled. 

Thor ended up helping you with the cookies, occasionally sneaking chocolate chips along the way when he thought you weren’t looking. 

“Thor Odinson! Put it down! Quit eating the ingredients or there won’t be any left to make cookies with!” You scolded, shaking your head and playfully waking his hand as you chuckled. 

Loki decided to slip out of his room and head to the kitchen, he wanted to steal Thor’s leftovers from the Chinese restaurant. That’s when he saw you laughing as you held up a spoon to Thor's mouth. “Say ah.”

Thor ate whatever was on the spoon and smiled. “Perfect.”

Loki felt a new wave of tears and ran back to his room where he cried into his pillow. Did you love Thor?

-.-.-

When you finished with the cookies you put a few on a plate. “I’ll leave the rest for whoever wants it.” You said. “Don’t eat them all, Thor!” 

You knocked on Loki’s door. No answer. You slowly opened it and found Loki asleep on his bed, his shirt had ridden up a bit revealing a few scars on his back. You quietly walked over set the cookies on his bedside table and scribbled a little note. You then covered him with an extra blanket since he’d fallen asleep on the comforter. 

You were about to leave when Loki let out a sad whimper in his sleep. You frowned and hesitated before leaning down, brushing aside the hair that fell on his face, and placing a gentle kiss on his temple. “I love you Loki…” you whispered. “I wish I could say that to you when you were awake…” 

You turned to see Thor standing in the doorway, phone in his hand. “I got it all on camera.”

“Thor!” You whisper yelled and ran after him. “Come back here!” 

Loki roused from his sleep and placed his hand on his temple where you’d kissed him only a moment before. He looked over and saw the plate along with the note. He grabbed a cookie, biting it and he glanced at the note. 

‘I’m always here if you need someone to talk to

-y/n

P.S. Thor helped make the cookies, I can’t take all the credit.’ 

Loki closed his eyes and slowly chewed, feeling a little better already, knowing both you and Thor went out of your way to make him feel better. 

Then Thor walked passed with you swung over his shoulder. “Put me down!” You hissed. “Oh Loki you’re awake! Please save me!” 

“No, she’s mine!” Thor yelled, running off. 

“Loki help!”

Loki found himself smiling. If you were asking for help, maybe you didn’t fear him after all. “Thor unhand the fair maiden!” Loki shouted, setting down the half-eaten cookie and running after him, dagger in hand. 

“Loki!”

Loki tackled Thor then decided to take the chance.  He took you bridal style and walked away. 

You smiled letting your head fall on his chest. “Thank you, Loki.” Loki found himself blushing at your words and took you to his room, setting you on the bed. He sat next to you, offering a lopsided smile. 

That smile made your heart swell and you smiled back. “I’m here,” you whispered, squeezing his hand. 

And just like that, a sliver of dread coiled on his stomach. His expression fell and he felt tears threatening to return. 

Just as he was sure he’d break down in another wave, he felt something wrap around him. He looked down to see you holding him close. “I’m here, I’m willing to listen if you need it.”

Then, Loki’s phone buzzed. Loki put one arm around you and picked up his phone with the other. He clicked on the message from Thor, watching the video with the volume of. He watched with a straight face as you left the cookies. A small smile adorned his face when you put the blanket on him. Then shock when you kissed him. He looked down at you as you continued to stay with your arms wrapped around his middle. 

Loki smiled. “Y/n…”

You looked up. “What is it?”

“You really aren’t afraid of me?”

“What?”

Loki frowned. “Y-that book you were reading… aren’t you… don’t I scare you?”

You sighed. “Is this what was upsetting you?”

Loki nodded, tears collecting in his eyes. 

You put your arms around his neck. “Loki, the past doesn’t define who you are today…”

Loki smiled. 

“Though I am curious as to how accurate that book is…”

He raised a brow. 

“Are you really a giant?”

Loki’s face lost its color. “I-I…” he sighed. “Yes…”

You looked up at him, placing your hands on his cheeks. “C-can I see?”

Loki hesitated for a moment before allowing his skin to slowly change to blue and his eyes to turn red. He expected you to cower. But instead, you slowly traced the designs on his body, stopping at the collar of his button-up shirt. 

Loki hesitated for a moment before slowly unbuttoning the shirt. 

You stared at this muscular chest as your cheeks heated up before you traced the outline of his abs. 

Loki blushed at the realization that you were admiring his body. 

You looked up at him and smiled. “Why would I ever fear this?” 

Loki felt tears prick his eyes once more. Not tears of sadness but of relief. You didn’t see him as a monster. 

You put your arms around him before shivering. “L-Loki your c-cold as ice…” Loki frowned, noticing Thor in the doorway. 

Thor smiled, winked, shoved an entire cookie in his mouth, and walked off. 

Loki hesitated for a second before placing a kiss on the top of your head. “I love you…”

You looked up at him and smiled softly, pulling his blue head closer and placing your lips on his. 

Loki turned back into his Asgardian form and you moaned from contentment, he was warm now. 

Fifteen minutes later, you were asleep at Loki’s side. A smile on your face. 

When you woke, you found Thor had posted a picture of you asleep on Loki’s chest in the avenger’s group chat with the caption. “Took these two long enough” underneath. 

Loki fumed for a moment, sighed, and tossed the phone on the carpet. “I’ll get for that later but as for now…” he looked at you with a smirk before pulling you closer and placing his lips on yours. “For now I’m content…” he mumbled, holding you in his arms and closing his eyes. 

pt2?

[sweetavenuesong]

know it's for the better

pairing: Loki x fem!reader.

notes: ok, I don't even know if anyone will read this, but if anyone is interested, here are the warnings; first of all, I wrote this just because i don't know, so please don't expect too much from it. it's a really short thing because again I didn't even intend to post it. also english is not my first language. contains angst. hope it's not too out of character. I think that's all thank yooou

"I don't want to feel this," Loki growled softly. "I don't want this feeling that I'm feeling in my heart right now. Yet, I can't seem to run from it like I have everything else."

You had never seen the god of mischief so vulnerable.

Never in his life had he ever admitted these things so openly, so candidly to anyone.

It was the most vulnerable you had seen him, and so you felt strangely honored that he trusted you enough to be this openly vulnerable and honest, despite everything.

"I hate how you make me feel this way. I hate how much you make me feel in general. It's... it's infuriating to me."

"I'm... sorry for infuriating you." You murmured against his shoulder after some moments of silence, not sure what you should say. "These feelings. They're new to me too, you know. We can figure it out together. I'll be on your side, yes?"

He groaned in response. You could practically hear every battle being waged in his subconscious, between his feelings and his heart. He wanted things to be that simple, like in your sweet and innocent mortal mind, but was he even allowed to feel like this for a human? Did he even deserve such affection from you, when he had spent so long manipulating and playing with those around him?

No.

You could practically feel his internal guilt and self-hatred.

You don't deserve this. You never did.

He didn't bring these feelings out in words, however.

"It's overwhelming." he said instead. "Feeling like my heart is going to explode at any moment from so much affection for you... it's humiliating." He rolled his eyes in a ghost of laughter, nuzzling his nose against your neck to tease you. "You're like a damn plague, midgardian."

"And this plague is slowly taking over you." you murmured, trying to play along the little joke to lighten the mood; you chuckled softly, looking up to him at that point. "Your heart will explode soon..."

He had to admit, he would not mind that happening. In fact, he would prefer it. You made him feel so many emotions, so many that he hadn't felt before. Emotions that he wasn't sure if he ever belonged him.

"By the gods, you're an infuriating woman," he muttered, grinning down at you. "I'm a god. Why do I have to fall for a stubborn mortal like a pathetic weakling?" his expression was playfull now, but his thoughts were still clouded.

He just wished he could escape these feelings, but he was too far gone; these feelings had already taken root into his heart, making his feel something he had never felt before.

Fear. Fear as his heart fluttered in his chest and his blood raced.

A fear he couldn't even describe to himself. An uncertainty that this was all going to end when you finally realized who he really was, and what would come would hurt him in a way that he wasn’t sure if he could bear.

Or - much, much - worse, a fear that he would hurt you, just like he did to everyone else who dared to love or trust him in the past. No, this he could never allow to happen; he would never forgive himself. He couldn't.

"Because," you heard him murmur before you could say anything, the edge on his tone suddenly softening. “You're special. Your smile alone can drive a man mad. I just want to kiss your mouth again, pull your hair again, feel you against me. Feel you in my bed once more..."

And then you kissed him. Your lips met his softly, and the way that they parted made you feel so wanted in this moment. His lips parted more and more to allow more space between them. He pulled you closer to him, one hand caressing your cheek and holding your face as the other held your body against his.

At that moment, your heart filled with so much joy that you thought it would burst out of your chest, because you knew he had finally made his decision; It was only when during the kiss he touched your temples with his fingertips and you felt the magic flow through your body that you knew for one last moment before falling into a deep sleep that his insecurities had won. When you woke up the next morning, there would be no trace of the most intense love you had ever felt in your life; With a sad smile, the prince of lies looked at your sleeping body on the bed one last time before leaving your life, never to return.

"Know it's for the better."

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[sweetavenuesong]

Eyes Open

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Prompt: "Keep your eyes open."

Genre: Smut || Dom!Loki x sub!reader

Contains: Use of a riding crop

Word count: 732

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The faint, dull chill of the bedchamber floor crept into your folded calves but, mingled as it was with the searing burn of adrenaline and arousal, it barely registered in your mind. Loki stood before you, totally silent apart from the soft sound of his breathing and the quiet creaking of the leather riding crop he continued to flex in his hand. Your heart was beating furiously, feeling like a hummingbird had taken flight within your chest, but you kept your gaze trained on the toes of his boots.

Tonight, he had forbidden you from making eye contact.  

The soft leather of the crop brushed against the inside of your right thigh, Loki’s hand applying gentle force. “Wider,” he instructed simply. As best you could you spread your thighs further apart, your hands bound by his seidr behind your back throwing you the tiniest bit off balance, though you knew your husband would never let you fall. “Beautiful,” his voice was soft as it drifted to your ears. “Soaking for your King.” He trailed the crop along your thigh to brush teasingly against your tortured clit, making your hips snap up to meet it. 

Loki laughed under his breath and moved to stand behind you, the cool leather of his trousers grazing against your exposed skin and sending a jolt of electricity coursing through you. Even when you were certain he was at your back you kept your gaze lowered, focusing intently on the ornate gold in front of you while you quietly anticipated his next move. He traced the crop slowly up your spine, hitting every vertebra before tapering off along your left arm, a trail of goosebumps erupting under its path. You suppressed a shiver. 

“Look at yourself, pet,” he ordered gently, a sharp contrast to what you knew would soon follow. Obediently, you raised your eyes to see what he saw. There, reflected in the full length mirror in front, was you - naked, bound and spread for him, completely vulnerable and at his mercy. A glowing spark of fresh arousal shot up your spine. “I am the only one who gets to see you like this, do you understand?” he murmured, tracing the crop threateningly along your inner thigh. 

It was a favoured game of his, reminding you who you belonged to, and you were well practiced in the simple answer he expected. 

“Yes, Your Majesty,” you replied, watching in the mirror as he continued tracing the crop along your skin and silently begging him to tend to the burning ache between your legs. 

“Who do you belong to?” he asked, moving the crop so close to your clit that for a second you held your breath. 

“I belong to you, Your Majesty,” you babbled out quickly, bracing for the sweet feel of the leather.

Loki, instead, trailed it back down your thigh, leaving you wet and wanting. “Good girl,” he said, lightly smacking your sensitive skin.

He quickly began a rapid succession of sharp flicks against your breasts, each one stinging a little more than the last and pulling groan after satisfied groan from the depths of your throat. 

“Thank you, Your Majesty,” you said when he stopped, slightly breathless and knowing by now what he expected of you. 

Slowly, tauntingly, he ran the crop down your stomach to nestle back between your legs. The feel of its course edge rubbing against your clit felt close to a reward, though you knew Loki was hours away from granting you release. Shamelessly, you began to rut your hips against it, the sight reflected back at you in the mirror being so primal that you quickly felt your cheeks begin to burn. The pleasure began to build, each rut of your hips against the crop twisting the coil inside you tighter and tighter. You tipped your head back, breath catching in your throat and eyes fluttering closed. 

The warm glow of impending release was quickly replaced by the stinging smack of the crop against your clit, the action so sudden and unexpected that your sharp cry filled the chamber. Your eyes flew open, though you were careful not to meet his gaze in the mirror. 

“No,” Loki chided you, running the flat side of the crop between your soaked folds. “Eyes open, pet, and keep them on the mirror. You’re going to watch every second of me taking you apart.”

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[sweetavenuesong]

This is probably the most creative smut I've ever read in my life and I simply have no reaction-

Just wanting to drop everything and change my career to be his platter bearer. Best seat in the house indeed

The Ceremony [Asgard! Loki x Fem. Reader]

A link to my Masterlist is HERE Summary: Every 1000 years, the gods of Asgard provide their sacred seed in a revered and respected ceremony🍆✨ Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Smut. Voyeurism. Language. Humour. A/N: Inspired by a scene in The Tudors where Henry VIII has a w*nk into a dish held by a servant. @lokischambermaid thank you for being my unwavering bad influence and cackle-merchant. (w/c 3.1k)

Loki sighed, turning and gazing critically at his reflection. He pulled the tie of his ceremonial robe tight around his hips. Green and gold. “Why we must endure this infernal sideshow of lewd banality, mother? It’s absurd.” Frigga rolled her eyes, a laugh catching on her tongue as she tutted gently. “I tell you this every millennia, Loki. The Ceremony of the Sacred Seed is not a sideshow. It is imperative to the good of Asgard.” “Watching the Royal family masturbate onto a garish golden platter is imperative to the good of Asgard? I see.” Loki huffed, smoothing his hair in the mirror.

The material was finest spun silk chiffon, the barely opaque fabric clinging seductively to every curve of Loki’s muscled body. A little too seductively, for Loki’s liking.

Intricate lace was hearted to the edging, pure sewn gold weighing on the hem. The ceremonial dressing gowns were woven by hand, the delicate work passed through generations. Creation of each of the three bespoke items for the gods of Asgard were legend, spanning the thousand years between ceremonies. Only the eldest and most revered weavers of the city were instructed; the knobble-fingered crones, Loki thought. He shivered, the image like freezing water on his balls. Frigga knew he was toying with her, but still...she felt the need to remind him of the role he must play. That all the men in their family must play. “You know very well that the seed is collected, that it is offered to the soil beneath the Tree of All Things to ensure Asgard’s continued prosperity. The people must-” “-The people must see that their gods' are strong, virile and willing to serve the realm with our innate power, brother. Our sacred seed gives sustenance to the tree, which in turn serves the people. Yes, mother?” Thor boomed. His own ceremonial robe hung loose at the waist, his oiled chest on display; the tie dangling ominously close to revealing all that lay beneath. He took a bite of an apple, the crunch making Loki flinch. “Yes, darling.” Frigga replied, squeezing Thor’s forearm as he grinned widely between messy chews. Loki grimaced, turning away. “Why must I always be last? It’s humiliating.” he murmured, tucking his hair behind his ears as he lingered on his reflection. His eyes flickered upward, seeing Thor’s beaming face appear ghoulishly over his shoulder. “Because you’re my little brother, brother.” the blonde smirked, taking another bite of apple. “I don’t know why you always make such a fuss, Loki. This is my sixth ceremony...and your fifth. Just close your eyes and think of someone pretty.” “We are not all as brutish in our carnal delights as you, brother” he hissed, “to whom the mere sight of a curvaceous table leg during a feast has him making a hasty exit to his chambers and the embrace of his hand. Some of us require more complex inspiration.”

Frigga raised her eyebrows, lips pursed at the familiar spat between her sons. Loki’s ceremonial gown swirled around his bare legs as he paced the floor, incandescent with self-satisfied vitriol. “...and inspiration such as that, I shan’t find behind those doors. Especially not as the third act to my father and brother’s sequential onanism.” “Onanism, brother?” Thor scrunched his eyebrows as a low cheer echoed from the hall next door, the sign that Odin’s contribution in the ceremony had been secured. “Self-pleasure, you cretinous rube.” the dark-god muttered, staring out the window-arch at the pink glow settling over the city below. “It’s time, Thor.” Frigga said, sensing the approach of the guards to usher her blonde son to his duty. He tossed the half-eaten apple towards Loki, a flick of his brother’s wrist making it vanish in mid-air. “Time to give the people want they want.” Thor grinned, throwing Loki a wink as Frigga tightened the belt around his hips. “Prepare yourself, Loki...I shan’t be long.” he rumbled smugly, making his way towards the now-open golden doors to the side, striding past the guards with arms outstretched. Loki could hear his brother working the crowd, their welcoming applause making him shudder. Two-hundred of Asgard’s dignitaries waited through those doors; standing in the side-wing of the great hall. Murals of past ceremonies decorated the alcove, visual reminders of memories that Loki would rather forget. Fifty witness spaces were balloted to the citizens of Asgard, the right to attend considered the highest honour. ‘The Ceremony of the Sacred Seed must be witnessed. We must be seen to be benevolent’, Loki thought, recalling his mother’s words in the lead up to his first experience with this accursed tradition. He rolled his eyes silently, making Frigga chuckle. “I shall leave you now.” she murmured, touching his arm lightly before her dress was but a whisper across the marble floors. For the first time, Loki felt the clench of nerves in his stomach. A thumbnail scratched at the gold edging of the robe by his heart, slipping to rub the muscle beneath. He closed his eyes, exhaling deeply as he summoned familiar thoughts of the one he adored from afar. The one he craved. The forbidden one.

His hand slid down his chest between the soft fabric, the tie of his robe loosening. Massaging his soft cock, he could feel the first stirrings as his mind perused well-trodden fantasies. Slipping down the shoulder of her dress to plant a biting kiss, a tug of her wrists fastened to his bedpost, one slick soaped-up calf rising seductively above the rim of his claw-foot tub. Loki shivered, a wave of desire rolling down his spine, ass clenching. The loose fist he had made around his manhood pressed outward, the flesh thickening beneath dangerous thoughts. He was ready.

On cue, respectful cheers rumbled through the wall signalling that Thor’s dutiful service to the realm had been a success. Quick and artless, as usual; Loki thought with a smirk. The engraved golden doors swung backwards, palace guards setting themselves at either side in wait of their prince. Loki took a deep breath, striding barefoot across the marble floor. The flow of his ceremonial garb grazed his ankles with each long step, his shoulders squared; jaw set. He stared ahead, as imposing in the luxurious garment as he would be in his battle armour. The god’s dark hair rested behind his shoulders, one curl falling forward as he gave a curt nod to the high-priestess standing in the centre of the alcove. She raised an arm with difficulty, the long draped sleeves of her white gown made of the same intricate material as his robe. Don’t think about the knobbled crones, Loki thought; cursing himself inwardly.

“Loki Odinson. Prince of Asgard. Second son of our most sacred royal lineage...” Her voice was strong and commanding despite her advanced age, the white of her hair strewn across the back of her dazzling gown. “God of Mischief and Chaos; sworn protector of Asgard and its people. Do you consent to a ceremonial offering of your most sacred seed this night?” Loki’s eyes went out of focus momentarily, the temptation to roll them almost overwhelming. “I do.” he muttered, to a murmur of approval from the shuffling crowd. He ran his gaze around the half-moon congregation, two-hundred spectators waiting with a mix of trepidation and awe as Loki took his place in the centre. His stare crawled across familiar faces from council meetings and feasts, dignitaries and statesmen who had roamed his father's halls all his life. Their presence was to be expected.

In the middle of the crowd, the Asgardian citizens stood, their clothes noticeably less refined. Less...gold. Many held their hats in their hand, reverent and disbelieving at the sights they had seen thusfar as sunset drew closer. Four guards stood in a square around the dark prince, each holding a pole from which white silk hung like a flag. They all turned; eyes cast upward as they raised their posts to conceal the prince from the waist up. Loki heard a disappointed hush of whispers from his left, tilting his head in half-interested acknowledgment of their discontent. Of course, he thought with a smirk; observing a small group of women. The wives and daughters of Asgard’s political elite. With one notable exception. “It is time.” the high-priestess announced, passing the infamous golden platter to her disciple. Loki nonchalantly untied his ceremonial robe, letting the exquisite green fabric fall loose at his chest. He threw a knowing glance toward the women leaning forward in rapt attention as the silk-chiffon slid down his shoulders, catching on the curve of his biceps. They giggled, quickly hushed by their elders. Every inch revealed more of the legendary landscape of his body, forearms tensing as his broad shoulders rolled back. Several of the women gasped audibly, the ceremonial robe pooling on the floor around his bare feet with a soft rustle. Loki knew that the dying rays of sunlight from the circular window behind would be radiating across his skin, sparking the gloss of every strand of raven hair. He raised his chin upward, letting the crowd admire their prince as he gave a nod to the high-priestess. A sudden scent wafted in his nostrils, making them flare. Poppy. Only one person in this palace wore the scent of poppy.

His stomach fluttered, excited murmurs from the crowd becoming white noise as his eyes fell on she who haunted his thoughts. She slid beside the gaggle of women muttering to each other. There you were. Your face collected; dutiful. Beautifully impenetrable. In every way. She’s not supposed to be here, Loki thought; biting his lip as he extended his hand, one of the guards pouring oil into his palm. “Begin, Prince Loki.” the priestess proclaimed theatrically.

Loki’s gaze fell to the man kneeling in front of him, head bent in dutiful reverence with the golden receptacle outstretched, ready to receive his offering. The platter bearer, Norns; Loki thought. Best seat in the house. He closed his eyes, inhaling deeply with his chin tilted upward. The scent of your perfume hung in the air like smoke, tendrils invading Loki’s mind as it began to whirl with lust. So close. You were so close...and you would see him as you had never seen him. As you had been forbidden to see him. Loki smirked, loose grip running up his thick arousal. Sneaking into the Ceremony, against her father’s wishes? What a naughty girl. Long fingers flexed around the base of his girth, giving it a tight squeeze. His lips parted, a low sigh of need escaping under the smallest movement of his hand. His oil slicked palm slid up his member...all the way up, achingly slowly. A gruff ahh caught in his throat as his fingers grasped the sensitive tip, imagining your plump lips sucking brazenly in their place. Loki’s grip tightened; his teeth gritted in concentration as he widened his stance. The marble was cool beneath his bare feet. How many times Loki had envisioned how he would take you upon this sacrosanct floor. The skirts of your dress pushed around your waist as your nails clawed down his back. He would unmake you, devour you, he would free you from every modesty you had ever learned...starting with that beautiful cun- “Fuckkk...uhhh..” Loki moaned, the echo creeping to every corner of the hallowed alcove and beyond. His head fell back further, waves of his hair brushing against the centre of his shoulder-blades as he stroked himself shamelessly under the spell of fantasy. “G-gods...yes.” A shocked murmur rippled through the crowd. The Ceremony was usually a silent affair, perhaps a whine or two at completion from its participants but nothing so...enthusiastic. From the level at which they stood, the crowd began to shuffle, craning to catch a better view of a god lost in his own ecstasy. Above the silk panels, his strong torso was visible from the navel, every thrust of his hips against his palm making that powerful stomach clench. The fading light cast shadows across deep abs, spasms of restrained desire making the muscles at his ribs jolt beneath the taut skin. Loki’s face was marble in motion, exquisite cheekbones sharpening and softening with each biting clench of his jaw, panting sluttishly to the muraled dome above. Loki’s mind wandered to the day he had returned from battle, coated in blood of a thousand foes: dead by his hand. You had run to him, concern etched across your brow, before you realised that the blood was not his own. How innocent you were. If only you had known the things that he would do to you. That he would have you do to him.

In his fantasises, he envisioned you pushing him against the balustrade, ravenously thrusting your tongue into his mouth. You would have relished every drop of him mixed with the sweat and filth of war that clung to his skin; consuming the grime as you would the one that wore it. Dirty girl, Loki thought; his stomach flipping with a wave of adrenaline, dangerously close to climax. You would be such a dirty slut for me. And only me. Loki thought of how your fingers would make quick work of the crusted ties holding his leather trousers at the hips. Of your hands slipping down to grasp his furiously hard cock in your delicate grip. His knees would buckle, delicious cleavage pressing against his bloodied armour; red streaks smeared across your cheek as you savagely took his pleasure at any cost. “Uh-uh-uh...Uh hhhh- y-yes...don’t stop...Gods.” Loki grunted wantonly, his face falling forwards with his mouth hanging open. His cock was bursting, flexing outward against the tight clamp of white knuckles. Blood thundered in his ears, a thick haze of feral lust coursing in his veins as he raised his gaze slowly, ceasing his heavy strokes to a crawl. The disciple at his feet raised his head in expectation, bringing the golden platter forward; flinching back down when he realised his mistake. Loki’s eyes locked to yours, watching him with that same concerned expression that you had worn in the hallway the day he returned. Or wait..., Loki thought as he palmed his cock gently upward, a shiver of desire rolling down his spine; Not concern. Need. Your lips were parted, brows knitted in concentration as you shuffled beneath his simmering gaze. Loki’s eyes ran covetously over your frame, your breasts rising and falling against the corset of that pretty dress. They may not know how much you wish to be behind these silk curtains on your knees choking on my cock, darling; Loki smirked to himself, as you let out a staggered breath beneath his smouldering stare. But I do. He let out a low growl, eyes rolling back as a thumb pressed up the centre of his wide manhood. The oil on his hand was hot with friction, slipping around the velvet skin beneath. Loki’s eyes never left yours, tilting his chin upwards again. His hair fell around his cheekbones, a strand sucked across his lips as he began to pant beneath the renewed pace of his palm. He observed you through half-lidded eyes, biting his lip as his ass clenched with every smooth swipe of his hand against that forbidden pleasure he knew you craved. How he wanted you. How he had always wanted you. Loki hoped your father could see the eye-fucking occurring amid this most solemn of Asgardian festivals. An honour: Loki thought with a sly tug of his lips, that even that odious old fucker could not deny, surely. “Oh-oh, f-fuck...yess.” Loki groaned, close to release; syllables dripping from his tongue like double cream. His fist flexed around his length, palming himself mercilessly while thoughts of you ravaging his cock invaded his senses.

The god’s eyebrows slanted upward, his jaw slackening. A murmur of excitement rolled across the crowd, seeing the prince’s shoulders tense and tighten. Biceps bulged as his free hand grasped his naked thigh beneath the silk panel, an audible gasp from the spectators as he threw his head back. The veins in his throat stood out, jawline sharp as Vanaheim steel in the embers of smouldering sunset. The curtain-bearers tenses in position, the manservant serving the golden platter forward as the muscles in Loki’s legs strained against the precipice of orgasm. His eyes squeezed shut. Knowing you were watching him come undone...that would need to be enough. For now. He could feel breaths catching in his throat, panting like a wolf on the hunt. Stars flashed and simmered behind his eyelids, mutters of anticipation rising from the crowd as his dark moans of shameless pleasure reverberated around the marble walls. In his mind, you were lying in his bed. Legs spread to welcome him as he lowered between your open thighs, melting into the curve of your breasts. “Take me, Loki.” you would whisper against his skin, as you guided his aching cock inside your wet, hot cunt. “I’ve been waiting for you.” With a thundering groan that would wake the dead, Loki came. It rang around the alcove, bouncing to every nook and cranny of the great hall beyond. He heard the group of women gasp in unison, their quiet whines peppering the air as he came undone. Glorious, pure white seed spurted across the outstretched golden bowl as Loki juddered. He steadied against the shoulder of one of the stoic curtain-bearers as shallow pants racked his body. Loki squeezed up from the base of his cock, every drop of his essence secured. For none could remain. Slow claps dotted the crowd, growing louder as the spectators showed their appreciation for his dutiful service to the realm. The god's eyes flickered to where you stood; a coy smile pressing against your dimples as you applauded demurely with a mischievous glint in your eye. He swiped the ceremonial robe held out to him, making a show of whirling it around his body, allowing you a final gratuitous look. Loki tightened the cord around his hips, straightening and smoothing his hair back as the curtain-bearers raised their poles to reveal his whole form once more. I’m still hard, Loki thought, realising immediately that he didn’t care. The high-priestess approached, giving a small bow. She smiled, leaning in toward him. “One can always count on Asgard’s second son for some...unorthodoxy.” she whispered. “It is nice to see that a millennia has not changed you, Loki.” She winked, accepting the golden platter and its contents from the kneeling man shuffling on his knees across the floor. Loki rolled his eyes. “Will that be all?” he quipped, pursing his lips. She nodded, the same smile tugging the corner of her mouth. He gave a curt nod to each section of the crowd, lingering a moment longer toward the one where you stood. Loki could swear there was a thin sheen of sweat on your collarbone, that you pressed your lips together to contain a bite as he raised his eyes to yours.

I have been waiting for you, he thought, feeling his heavy cock throb as he began the short walk back through the golden doors from whence he came. Tonight, my forbidden one; we shall wait no more.

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[sweetavenuesong]

What if you did a summer fic where it started out really fluffy where Loki and reader go to the pool or lake, but then the reader pushes Loki in and it’s just like playful fight and then they have pool or lake sex 💀

I meant this to be super smutty but these fools had their own idea and it's smuffy instead! I hope you enjoy it nonetheless! This probably has the most anti-climatic ending every and I'm sorry! 😅

𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐞

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐨𝐧𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐠𝐢𝐟𝐭

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟒.𝟓𝐤

𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

There are many things you dislike about Tony Stark. 

You dislike his arrogance that’s barely mellowed a fraction with age. You dislike how he refuses to back down in an argument, even when it’s painfully clear to everyone else that he’s wrong. You dislike the way he makes his hot chocolate with water and has the nerve to call it “the real thing.”

But one thing you adore about him is his generosity. 

It’s because of Tony that you can feel a warm afternoon breeze gently caressing your bare skin. It’s, thankfully, not unbearably hot. Instead, it provides just the perfect amount of relief against the mid morning sun that’s making the Pacific Ocean glitter invitingly before you. The breeze brings with it the fragrant scent of the manicured garden just down below, and you can’t help but close your eyes to breathe it in. There are traces of orange and vanilla perfuming the air, along with something spicy that you’ve failed to discern after two days. 

It’s a strange combination of scents, yet somehow it works. It reminds you that you’re a million miles away from New York and everything that comes with it. 

You aren’t going to be called to any ridiculously early training sessions with Rogers, or asked to help break up whatever pissing contest Thor and Tony have going on. For two weeks - two glorious weeks - you’re just a normal person celebrating her anniversary with the love of her life. 

Only you’re doing so on a private island in Mexico that you flew to on Tony Stark’s private jet. 

This was his gift to you and Loki - two uninterrupted weeks together to just be a normal couple. You’re still not sure how you can ever thank him, not that he’ll expect you to. 

It’s one of the best things about him, though you’ll never say it to his face. His ego, after all, is big enough. 

“This place suits you. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so relaxed.” Your lover’s voice, sweet as honey, drifts across the room. Even after three years together, it still makes tiny butterflies erupt in your stomach.

You turn to see Loki strolling easily through the wide open space of Tony’s beach house. He looks as regal and elegant as ever, even wearing a slouchy pair of grey sweatpants that sit low on his hips. You appreciate that he’s forgone a shirt, choosing instead to flaunt his chiseled chest and the faint red scratch marks still adorning it.

The patchwork of lovebites on his neck, though, isn’t so subtle. Not that you mind - you want everyone and their mother to know that this man is yours.

“I don’t think I’ve ever felt so relaxed,” you reply, basking in the feel of his strong arms looping around your waist. You breathe in the scent of him, letting it wrap itself around you like a safety blanket. 

It’s Loki. It’s home.

He pulls you back tighter against his bare chest, continuing to loop his arms around you in such a way that you know nothing in the world could ever hurt you, and you soon feel the gentle press of his lips in your hair. It’s these small moments - like being wrapped in his arms while the ocean twinkles happily before you - that you wish you could live in. He’s the love of your life, your best friend, and no amount of time spent with him is ever enough. 

“Mmm, if your snoring is anything to go by, then I believe you,” he teases with a playful nip to the tip of your ear. “For a moment I feared my brother had followed us here.” 

You grin and bump your hips back against his. “Are you trying to get pushed in the pool? Because it sounds like you’re trying to get pushed in the pool.”

His quick laughter rolls over you, rich and deep as velvet, and the sound of it still makes something warm and golden blossom in your stomach. “Your threats are truly adorable, darling,” he replies, resting his chin atop your head. 

It’s only for a second because you’re quickly wrigging in his arms until you’re both face to face. Only now, you get to admire up close the love bites you covered him in the night before, and how his pale skin makes them deliciously prominent. He looks so beautiful, so damned sinful, that you’re filled with a new determination that he’ll be wearing your marks for the entire two weeks. 

“What? You don’t think I could push you in that pool?” You feign offense, but the twinkle of mischief in his eyes tells you he knows you’re only starting the age old game between you both.

“Darling, do tell me,” he begins smoothly, bending easily to lock his hands behind your knees and toss you over his shoulder like you weigh less than air. “How exactly do you plan on accomplishing that from here?” He gives your ass a light slap as if to emphasise his point.

He lets his hand rest there as he carries you through the house, all the while your half hearted cries of protest melt quickly to bubbles of laughter. “You never play fair! Asshole!” you pretend to huff as he effortlessly sends the bamboo doors swinging open without so much as a touch.

It’s hotter than you anticipated outside - much hotter - and you’re quickly grateful for the coolness of Loki’s skin seeping through the thin material of your robe like a soothing balm. It’s a gratefulness that doesn’t last long - little more than a space of a heartbeat - when Loki decides to roughly pinch your ass, hard enough that your cunt clenches and you know that a bruise will be blooming beautifully there come tomorrow.

“Oh, darling, has it really taken you all this time to notice?” he teases, turning down the shaded path that winds lazily down to the pool. 

Unseen by him, you roll your eyes. 

With each step Loki takes, the air grows thicker with the sweet scent of vanilla and the heavy scent of the Mexican heat. The trees towering above are alive with the cheerful melodies of a choir of songbirds and, in the distance, you can hear the rush of water from the impressive waterfall that spills neverendingly into the pool. It’s so blissfully peaceful that you could easily fall asleep on Loki’s shoulder, but as the crashing of the waterfall grows closer and you realise he’s heading towards the pool, you quickly stop chattering and stiffen on his shoulder.

“Don’t you dare,” you warn him slowly, trying your best to prop yourself up on his strong back. His skin is so wonderfully cool against yours, though, that you can’t stop the quiet moan of contentment. 

A large hand runs along the back of your thigh, sending a trail of goosebumps erupting along your body as how deceptively harmless it feels. “Hmm? Whatever do you mean, darling?” he replies innocently. “I only thought we could admire Stark’s pool together.”

That damn pool. 

You try vainly to twist in his grip, to try and calculate just how many seconds you have before he’s tossing you into the water, but, no matter how you turn, all you can see is the sandstone tiles of the floor. 

“We’ve admired this pool every night since we got here! It’s probably more familiar with your ass than I am!” you shoot back, just as Loki comes to a stop right by the edge of the pool. 

He doesn’t reply, but makes a show of turning left and right, as though he’s deliberating where best to throw you in to keep himself safe from your inevitable retaliation when you resurface. You feel him adjust his arms around you, letting one snake across your bare legs as though he’s preparing to toss you in, and fresh protests spill easily from your lips in a last desperate plea.

“Loki! I mean it! Don’t you dare….!” Your voice has risen several octaves and you’re wriggling in his grip, something you know is completely pointless. If Loki wants to throw you in the pool, then you’re going to be thrown in the pool. 

You feel yourself moving through the air and your arms are already flailing, bracing for contact with the clearer than crystal water. You’re even sucking in a breath and closing your eyes in preparation…

But your feet come into quick contact with the solid ground beneath you. 

When your eyes snap open, Loki is grinning wickedly at you and those pretty green eyes are dancing with mischief. You swear you fall in love with him a little bit more. 

“Did you really think I’d do that to you, darling?” he purrs smoothly, looping strong arms back around your waist to pull you flush against his chest. 

Thankful as you are for the soothing coolness seeping off him, you answer with a soft thwack that you know barely tickles him. “Yes! Throwing someone in a pool - throwing me in a pool - is your equivalent of setting a child loose in a bouncy castle!” You try to sound stern, but he can no doubt see the grin that’s threatening to break across your face. 

He’s a mischievous scamp, he’s what your grandmother would fondly call a rascal, but he can make you smile as easily as breathing. It’s one of the many, many reasons why you love him with every last fibre of your being, with your entire soul. He’s your God of Mischief and you wouldn’t have him any other way. 

Loki lets his face fall, but love still shines in his eyes like a new star in the night sky. “I am wounded, darling, that you think so little of me. Perhaps I wasn’t generous enough last night?” He slides his hands down to squeeze your ass, and a new look settles across his handsome face. 

Lust. 

Something hot and molten lurches to life in your stomach and your core burns almost instantly at the memory of him between your thighs. His warm tongue licking and lapping for hours until you felt all but boneless against the mattress and his quiet moans as though bringing you to climax was the sole source of his pleasure. 

You breathe in deeply and your fingers curl into the bare skin of Loki’s shoulder. It’s something he doesn’t miss - of course he doesn’t miss - and he squeezes your ass again, this time notably rougher. 

“Mmm, that’s what I thought,” he purrs, so low and deep that you can feel it rumbling through his chest. “If those glorious little noises you made all night were an indication, you did seem quite fond of my mouth, darling.”

That sinfully talented mouth of his. Not only could it weave words so sweet that your heart filled with warmth, but it could make you see entire galaxies explode behind your eyes.

One cool hand rises to cup your cheek and you lean easily into it. Loki’s eyes are sparkling in front of you, and you know you’re looking at a man so hopelessly in love that he would burn the world to cinders if you asked. He looks so soft, so happy, and it’s only you that will ever see him this way. 

It’s intoxicating.

His eyes flick to your lips and you part them almost on instinct. His hand at your waist pulls you tighter against him until you can feel his racing heartbeat thumping against yours. You wait until his lips are barely a milimetre from yours, until you can feel his warm breath fanning across your cheeks. 

You wait until he leasts expect it to shove him with all your strength into the pool.

It’s the unexpectedness that makes it a success, and he falls into the water all flailing limbs and colourful curses. It’s the most undignified you’ve ever seen him and a shout of laughter rises out of you like a butterfly on the wind, even though you’ve likely signed your own death warrant. 

Your heart is racing in your chest when he surfaces and you see the dangerous glint now glittering in his eyes, the one that tells you he’ll show no mercy once he gets his hands on you. Still, you can’t wipe the prideful smile from your face - it’s been months since you’ve managed to trick him.

He glides effortlessly - elegantly, even - through the water, even with the weight of his soaking sweatpants. “That was a very foolish thing to do, dove,” he warns, the deep, playful timbre of his voice making your cunt clench in anticipation of what he’s planning. 

You expect him to climb out of the pool and throw you back over his shoulder. Maybe he’ll take you straight to the cabana and lay you across his knee. Or, maybe he’ll edge you senseless for a few hours before making you cum again and again and again, until you’re barely able to string two words together…

What you didn’t expect, though, was for Loki to reach and grab you easily around the knees until you’re folded over his shoulder. 

“No, Loki, don’t -!” You manage to screech out between rolls of laughter before he drops you in the water without ceremony. 

It washes over you, cool and refreshing against the Mexican heat, and you find you almost want to stay submerged between the twinkling surface. When you do resurface, your robe is sticking tight to your body and Loki is wearing a grin so boyish and infectious that you can’t help but return it. 

You launch yourself at him across the water, aiming to knock him backwards as further retaliation, but he barely stumbles and catches you easily in his arms. 

“Truly an admirable attempt, but you’ll have to try much harder than that,” he teases smoothly. 

You try to wriggle out of his grip, but he only twists his arms tighter around your waist to press you firmly against his chest. “Let me go and I will,” you reply, still trying in vain to wrench yourself free. 

Loki’s answering laughter is light and makes your heart skip a beat. “Darling, I have no intention of letting you go. Not when you still owe me a kiss.”

Playfully, you turn your head to the side in a refusal to meet his request. “Nope. I don’t want to kiss you,” you pretend to huff, but barely a second later a strong hand presses against your cheek to make you face him.

And then his lips are crashing against yours. 

You can’t help the way your breath catches in your throat because as long you live you’ll never grow tired of how it feels to kiss him. His lips are soft as fresh snow, and they’re moving so slowly and lazily against your own that your first instinct is to try and pull him even closer, even though you’re skin on skin.

You would melt into this man if you could.

His hands wander easily to your chest to begin pushing the sopping wet material of your robe off your shoulders, and it’s impossible not to moan into his mouth when his fingers dance over your bare skin in a hungry search for more. Yours follow beneath the water, eagerly reaching for the waistband of his sweatpants only to be met with the firm muscles of his lower stomach.

You grin into the kiss. “Presumptuous,” you tease against his lips, letting your fingers trace idly along the hardened length of him beneath the water.

“Would you have turned me down, dove?” he replies, nipping gently at your lower lip while he rolls his hips into your hand. 

“No,” you breathe out, twisting yourself back around him. 

It’s just you and Loki - naked, and making out in Tony Stark’s swimming pool like a pair of lust fueled teenagers. It’s invigorating, it’s addictive. Nothing on earth could make you give this man up. 

The easy, languid silence of your kiss is only broken by the melody of birdsong from above and the crash of the waterfall behind you. You’re so focused on Loki - how his hands feel as they explore your body like you’re a work of art and how his hair feels tangled around your fingers - that you barely notice he’s walking you both backward in the pool until you’re hit with the full force of the waterfall from above. 

It only lasts for a second, but you still pull back from Loki with a screech of shock and a look of amused exasperation. “Was that…was that really -,” you begin, only to be cut off by his mouth finding yours again. 

It’s only then that you realise he’s pushed you into the little alcove hidden behind the waterfall. The Mexican sun is no longer burning down on you and instead, it’s blissfully cool. It’s comfortable.

God, how you love him.

Loki’s hands are still grasping you like he fears you’ll slip away and his lips are worshipping every part of you that he can reach. He’s everywhere all at once, almost as though you’re going to be snatched from him before he has the chance to love you. 

“Beautiful thing. Enchanting creature,” he murmurs, kissing his way down your neck and setting your blood on fire. 

“I’m not going anywhere, you know,” you manage to force the words out while his teeth nip at your skin. 

You feel the wet heat of his tongue soothing the marks he’s just made, and if it weren’t for his arms holding you steady, you swear you would crumble to the floor of the pool. 

“Oh, darling, I’d like to see you try,” he replies, just as your back hits the smooth wall of the alcove. 

You let him press you against it until you aren’t sure where he ends and you begin. His mouth is hot and heavy and demanding against yours, and already he’s wrapped a hand around your knee to coax your leg around his waist. It’s a request you grant him easily, quickly wrapping both around him to pull him tight against you and letting your heels squeeze against the flesh of his ass. 

That perfect, godly ass.

Loki moans shamelessly into your mouth as your grip makes his cock brush teasingly against you. It’s one sound that you’ll never tire of hearing - the sound of your lovers pleasure - and it sends molten heat flowing through your blood. 

It’s an automatic reaction to then twist your fingers tighter in his soaking curls, anything to pull that divine sound from him once again. “God, you’re sexy when you moan.” It’s a mindless comment, but it slips from your lips before you can stop it. 

Because, well, he is.

You feel Loki pull back and when you peer at him through half lidded eyes, his lips are curled in that devilishly handsome smirk that sends your heart skipping in your chest. “And what of the rest of the time? Must you keep wounding me, my darling?” he teases, all while dragging his cock torturously through your cunt.

A moan flutters from you as eager fingers grasp his broad shoulders. Wantonly, you try to spread your legs further, try to invite him in, but it’s impossible when he’s already got you spread like a sin for him. 

“You know I think you’re beautiful,” you breathe out, head hitting the stone behind you as the tip of his cock brushes wondrously over your clit. 

His every touch feels electric and you know he’s ruined you for anyone else. Not that there’ll ever be anyone else, of course; Loki is your missing puzzle piece and your entire heart. He’s yours for keeps. 

“Oh?” he answers and latches on to the sensitive skin of your neck once more, but still not easing into you the way you’re desperate for him to. “And what else, hmm?”

You laugh softly in his ear and you swear you feel him smile against your neck. You’ll play along. If he wants praise then you’ll give it to him until your lungs give out. “You’re brave. So brave. My beautiful, brave boy,” you murmur while he continues to nip along your throat. 

He pauses to press a gentle, lingering kiss to the juncture of your neck and shoulder, only to resume his path of lovebites across your collarbone. 

“You’re funny. God, you’re funny, most times without even trying.” You keep going, hearing him hum in approval against your skin. 

He’s been mostly silent, but you can feel how much he loves you in every press of his lips and nip of his teeth. It’s enough to have tears prick at the backs of your eyes.

“You make me feel like I’m enough every single day,” you say in little more than a whisper. You feel his lips go still against your collarbone, and then he’s pulling back to look at you with those glittering green eyes. “You’re a good person, Loki, and you’re my best friend.”

His eyes soften at the same time the water around you ripples. He clasps your face in both hands to place a blistering kiss to your waiting lips. It’s hot and heavy and passionate, and you feel it all the way down to your toes. You’re clasping his shoulders like he’s your life raft and drinking him in like oxygen. 

He’s Loki. He’s all you’ll ever need. 

Slowly, he pulls back from your lips to let his nose bump against yours and you feel him roll his hips, pressing the entire hardened length of his cock against your aching cunt. “Say my name,” he says huskily. It’s both an order and a plea. 

“Loki…ugh!” you groan shamelessly when the tip of his cock brushes tormentingly over your clit. Your nails are digging so hard into his shoulders that you can clearly see the tiny half moons marking his skin, but he still doesn’t give you what you crave. 

“Again,” he demands, unquestionable lust now dripping from his voice. 

“Loki…fuck…please!” You arch your back against the cool stone as he presses against your entrance

“Again.” 

“Loki!” The third cry of his name melts to a whine when he slides himself inside you in one smooth thrust, until you’re filled to the brim with your god. 

Eager muscles clench desperately around him because you’re close to drunk on the solid feel of him between your legs and impatient for the first glorious thrust of his hips. It doesn’t come, though, and instead, he rests his forehead against yours while he’s buried inside you. You can feel the impatient twitch of his cock, but still, he doesn’t move.

“You are the best thing that has ever happened to me,” he says softly, voicing the same thought you’ve had about him time and time again. “My beautiful little mortal. How lucky am I to call you mine.” 

His voice is sweeter than honey and sends warmth flooding through your veins, filling every inch of you with so much love for him that you fear it will spill from your pores. This beautiful, perfect man - who never stops doubting how worthy he is of your love - is everything you ever dreamed of and more. 

You want to tell him, to tell him that he’s the reason you breathe and the reason your world spins, but it’s impossible to convey the depth of your feelings. “I love you.” You settle on saying. It’s soft and quiet and you know he knows, but his eyes light up each and every time you tell him, and right now they’re glittering like new stars.

Will you ever tire of how devastatingly beautiful he is?

There’s another quiet ripple of calm, turquoise water as he leans in to kiss you again, and this time it’s wondrously slow and deep. It feels like magic, like he’s pouring his entire soul into this one kiss. You loop your arms tighter around his shoulders and his hips finally begin to roll against yours as equally slow and deep as his kiss. 

That’s when you realise. He isn’t going to fuck you beneath this waterfall - he’s going to make love to you. 

His lips are locked with yours while he moves, each slow, deliberate thrust of his cock hitting that sweet spot inside you perfectly. Your quiet whimper mixes with his deep moan, and you press the heels of your feet against his ass again, pushing him deeper still with each thrust because you can never get him close enough. 

“You’re…you’re amazing, Loki,” you say stupidly when you break for air. “Completely amaz…ugh!”

Your praise melts to another moan when he buries his face in your neck, trailing hot, open mouthed kisses along your flushed skin at the same you feel his hand groping around beside you.

“Take my hand,” he breathes out roughly. It’s such an innocent request that makes your heart feel like it will burst. 

What did you do so right to deserve this man? 

Wordlessly, you intertwine your fingers with his, feeling him squeeze your hand as he begins to build you toward the edge. He knows your body so intimately that it doesn’t take long for the first heady ripples of pleasure to flicker in your core. 

Loki rests his forehead against your temple, grunting and whimpering so beautifully in your ear that it sends an inferno burning between your thighs. Each thrust of his cock has you keening and babbling out pleas for more - and more he’s only too happy to give you. 

He’s filling you so beautifully and making you dance right on the edge of pleasure that you aren’t sure how much longer you’ll last without toppling over. 

Loki, though, silences your worries barely a moment later with a pornographic grunt. “I’m close…darling…’m so close,” he pleads shakily as you cradle his head against you. 

“Loki…I’m - “

“Cum for me,” Loki interrupts huskily with another squeeze of your hand. “Please, darling.” 

Barely a second later, your climax rips through every inch of you and Loki’s name is falling from your lips like a prayer. He freefalls at the exact moment you do, pressing you firmly against the stone while he chases every last drop of his pleasure. It’s dizzying, almost, to hear his curses, his moans, his cries of your name as his orgasm shatters him. 

Even more dizzying are the sounds of his deep, heavy pants in your ear as he comes down from his high, and his chest heaves against yours while you both catch your breath. You, an insignificant little mortal, have made this god unravel like string. It makes pride bloom through you and clutch him that little bit tighter to your chest. 

“I love you,” Loki murmurs quietly, his lips ghosting across your cheek in the softest of kisses. “But, darling, I simply must have you again,” he teases and easily tosses you back over his shoulder.

You can’t help but laugh as he wades through the water, not even close to tired. “Maybe in a bed this time? I think that would be nice.” 

His shoulder shakes beneath you. “There are 32 rooms in Stark’s humble home. I don’t plan on leaving this island until I’ve had you in each and every one of them.”

[sweetavenuesong]

𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐓𝐨 𝐒𝐞𝐞

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐘𝐨𝐮, 𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐫-𝐭𝐨-𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐰. 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐭?

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟑𝐤

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐏𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢

𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it, darling?” Loki’s taunting voice echoed quietly around the darkened atrium, the last lingering deep notes whispering off the expensive grey marble like a lover’s last promise. His voice was husky, stained with arousal, yet it still curled smoothly around your every sense like liquid silk. 

His voice alone was enough to send you unraveling like a thread. It was smooth silk, soft velvet and rich whiskey - a sound that enveloped you in a glowing warmth and could send an instant thrill coursing through your blood. With each teasing word, his warm breath rolled over the shell of your ear, fanning the furious flames of lust that had raged between your thighs ever since seeing him in that perfectly tailored black suit. It clung to him flawlessly, accentuating his strong thighs and hugging his ass so deliciously that your eyes had barely left him all night. 

Evidently, your discreet vigil hadn’t been so discreet.

 “Isn’t it,” he repeated firmly, leaning more of his considerable weight against your back to pin you tighter against the floor-to-ceiling window. 

The coolness of the glass was like a soothing balm against your flushed skin, a fleeting cool breeze on a scorching summer day, but his stiff cock pressing against your ass ensured that arousal continued thrumming through you like molten lava. To feel how desperately he wanted you, how badly his body craved yours, was enough to send you giddy. 

“Maybe,” you replied, fighting to keep your voice steady, “Or maybe you couldn’t hold back any longer. I saw the way you were looking at me. Seems even a god can’t master his restraint,” you taunted him, not even attempting to hide your smirk. 

One strong hand remained loosely clasping your wrists against the small of your back while the other snaked to the short hem of your dress, the electrifying soft touch of his fingertips sending red-hot sparks shooting through your blood even through the thin material of your dress. They curled effortlessly around the hem, easily bunching the fabric around your hips to allow him to dip into the skimpy lace of your underwear. Expertly, he stroked slowly along the wet heat of your cunt before settling on drawing teasing little circles around your clit. It felt so good, so wonderfully good, that you all but forgot your current predicament: you forgot that your dress was bunched up around your hips in front of a floor-to-ceiling window, you forgot that Manhatten twinkled all around you while Loki pleasured you before it.

You forgot about the smattering of lights in the skyscraper opposite that hinted at your debauched show having an audience. 

“So very confident for someone who is already dripping,” he all but growled in your ear, his expert fingers continuing to send tiny waves of pleasure rippling through your core.

You bit your lip to stifle your moan, likely a fruitless endeavour when Loki no doubt knew how close you were to singing for him. “Can you blame me when Thor looked so handsome tonight?” you teased him, fully aware that you were playing with fire and would likely wear the marks of the burns.

Barely a second later, his fingers went still against your clit and you felt his teeth latch onto the lobe of your ear, pulling the skin none too gently to elicit a quiet whimper of pain from your throat. 

“I should put you over my knee for that, darling. I wonder how confident you’d be after a little reminder of who you belong to?” His deep voice, smooth as freshly spun silk, rumbled threateningly in your ear, each syllable laced with lust and making you burn for him like an endless summer sun.

Each word that fell from his lips only succeeded in drowning you in sinful thoughts. You imagined the feel of his firm hand holding you over his knee while the other struck your ass again and again, imagined the depravity he would rain down upon you while his fingers dipped between your thighs to grant you pleasure, imagined how he would make you unravel there and then - likely at least twice - before fucking you senseless with his cock.

You squirmed in his grip, only succeeding in pushing yourself tighter against the glass. Your mind was so hazy, so addled by lust, that you barely registered the shadows dancing behind the lights in the building across the way. Likely, they couldn’t see a thing, but the thought of being so prominently on display…

Something deep within your stomach twisted with shameless excitement. 

“Later,” you breathed out, attempting to grind your ass back against Loki’s straining cock. “I think there’s something you need to take care of first.” 

His fingers slipped out of your underwear to settle back behind you. “That is easily taken care of,” he murmured quietly, almost tauntingly in your ear, and you heard the quiet rustle of fabric as he freed himself from the confines of the expensive black material. Barely a heartbeat later, he was closing your fist around his cock, slowly guiding your hand back and forth along the velvety skin. “Perhaps like this?” 

His words were swallowed by a quiet groan of pleasure - pleasure your hand was bestowing on him - and his deep sigh of contentment danced across the high point of your cheek. You could almost picture perfectly the look of silent bliss etched across his perfect face. 

“Maybe,” you humoured him, feeling your own arousal bubble and build within you with each soft, seductive moan that hit your ear. “Or maybe you could fuck me.” 

Loki’s answering laugh was a deep, quiet rumble that you felt vibrate in his chest. All too quickly his lips were brushing the shell of your ear, making your blood tingle and a silent shiver shake your spine. That laugh was a promise of mischief, a promise of debauchery. 

“Darling, if I fuck you, I’m fucking you right here against this window for all to see.”

The arousal thrumming inside you and warming your blood hit a crescendo and the curse tumbled freely from your lips. You made no effort to disguise what his threat had done to you, how it had you straining to clench your thighs together in search of friction, something Loki didn’t miss. 

His knee was quickly between yours, preventing you from achieving even a modicum of relief. “Perhaps you would enjoy that, my little minx,” he spoke quietly, the tip of his nose tracing lightly over the tip of your cheek. 

“Maybe,” you answered again, all while Loki continued to pleasure himself with your hand. “You should try it and see.”

His hand uncurled from around yours, though you still continued to stroke him, and travelled to rest on your shoulder. Wordlessly, he pushed one thin strap down your skin, the skimpy material lightly tickling your arm, and repeated the action on the other until the front of your dress melted around your hips. 

“Oh, no, darling,” Loki purred, clamping a finger and thumb around one erect nipple to twist it cruelly and making you gasp with the sudden, sharp pain. “I want you to beg me first.” 

His words were slow to process in your addled brain, so consumed with lust and with the slow realisation that you were all but naked against a window that looked out onto the busy streets of Manhattan that it took a second to click into place. 

The silky material of Loki’s shirt brushed teasingly against your back, the reminder that he was clothed while you were barely being enough to almost send you into orbit. 

How was it that he always knew. 

“Beg you for what?” you taunted him, only to receive another firm twist of your nipple. 

“Do you want to see the full force of my strength, darling?” he murmured smoothly in your ear, the clear threat sending flames licking through your core. 

He twisted his fingers again, this time enough that you couldn’t bite back the moan of pain. “N..no,” you stuttered out slowly, your hand going still on his throbbing cock. 

“Then beg.” 

The last remaining fragments of your pride dissolved into the cinnamon scented air. You needed to feel the firm length of him ease into your aching core and listen to the sinful sounds that fell like a spring rain while he claimed you again and again. You needed to be filled with him. 

“Please fuck me, Loki! Right here against this window! Please!” you begged easily, feeling a fresh surge of blazing arousal pool between your thighs. You were begging him to fuck you while overlooking one of the busiest cities in the world. 

You wanted him to fuck you while overlooking one of the busiest cities in the world.

The hand that had been torturing your breast finally fell away, but the other still clasped your wrists to the small of your back to restrict your movements. “My, my, darling. You want the entire city to know that you’re my whore, don’t you? he teased, raw lust turning his voice almost hoarse and making you burn so fiercely for him that you swore it would engulf you.

With his free hand, he gripped his cock and brushed the head teasingly through your soaked cunt. Your back arched at the soft jolts of pleasure, which only pressed you tighter against the cool glass and gave whoever might be looking a clear view of your naked breasts. 

You were so desperate for this man you no longer cared. 

“Yes!” you all but screamed back at him, trying in vain to roll your hips over his cock. “I want them all to know that I’m your whore!”

You could see the smattering of lights in the buildings opposite, each one a bright, silent threat that a body could appear in the window at any second, a glowing reminder your ruin was easily visible to anyone who happened to look this way. And only your ruin.

Still clad in his black suit, Loki all but melted into the shadows of the darkened atrium behind.

You, though, were on full display.

The ends of his curls softly tickled your bare shoulder while he licked a light stripe along your neck, the warm, wet heat of his tongue against your flushed skin promising that depravity would soon follow.

“As you wish, darling,” he answered roughly, his warm breath again fanning over your ear and eliciting another shiver through your spine. His voice was almost hypnotic, able to make you do anything he wished with a well chosen tone and carefully selected words. 

Before another whimpered plea for his cock could take shape on your tongue he slid into you in one smooth thrust, his soft grunt of pleasure as he buried himself inside you sending arousal licking through you like a fiery rope. 

“Loki…,” you whimpered, to which he only bit the sensitive skin of your neck in response. 

He had claimed you many times before - had filled and stretched you so you were walking off kilter for days - but you never tired of that wondrous first thrust and drag of his cock that pulled on every nerve and made your core twist with need. He filled you to the brim, barely giving you a second to adjust before he began to slam his hips into you, raw impatience to have you radiating from every frenzied thrust. A strangled, blissful moan was all you could muster as his cock brushed against your sweet spot over and over, and when his hand snaked around your body to tease your clit, you swore you saw tiny white stars begin to burst in the edges of your vision.

How did he always make you feel so good?

“So…tight…, darling,” he rasped between increasingly laboured pants, each firm, relentless thrust of his cock adding fuel to the already blazing flame tearing through you. “You were…made…for my cock.”

His voice was strained in your ear with the effort of holding back his own release until he built you up, and you soon felt the familar warm tendrils of his magic wrap around your wrists, securing them easily to your back while his hand sought out your breasts. Slim fingers began to pull and pluck at a nipple in tandem with those mercilessly teasing your clit and a medley of filth poured freely from your lips like a mountain stream.

Your body was an instrument that Loki could play blind. 

“Fuck…,” you breathed out on a whimper when he gave one nipple a particuarly rough twist, tipping your head back onto his shoulder with the sweet, heady mixture of pleasure and pain that only he could balance so perfectly. “More, please, Loki.” 

The deep growl of his laughter bled into the wet sound of your sex - the force of his hips slamming into you filling the atrium with the obscene evidence of your debauchery - and he answered with another harsh thrust of his cock that pulled a piercing cry from your throat, the sound ringing dully off the glass you were pressed against.

It had fogged over only slightly with the heat emanating from your naked body, but you knew that anyone who glanced towards the floor would still have an unobstructed view of Loki fucking you senseless. 

Something twisted lewdly in the pit of your stomach. 

His head dipped to your neck and you felt the sharp bite of his teeth over your pulse point, turning your knees to jelly and making you grateful you were encased in his iron grip. “You will…always…beg…for me, isn’t that right…darling.” He was almost breathless from claiming you, almost at the very end of his restraint, but a clear, quiet threat wrapped around each word while he continued slamming into you, propelling you towards a euphoric release.

You clenched hard around him, earning a sharp hiss of uncontained pleasure in your ear. “Yes!” you all but screamed back at him. “Loki…fuck!”

He cruelly twisted another nipple between his elegant fingers. “Good girl. Keep…saying…my name,” he ordered, his fingers on your clit picking up speed to almost drown you in pleasure. You swore the motley of sensations would have your brain melt through your skull.

If Loki didn’t fuck it out of you first. 

Sharp teeth pulled once more on your earlobe, and his deep voice was rolling over you to send your blood blazing like a raging inferno. “You belong to me,” he said, punctuating the word with another possessive thrust. He was so deep in you that you swore you felt your souls intertwining.“You. Are. Mine.”

Words were lost to you. Coherency was lost to you. You could do nothing but let him claim you, let him continue peppering your neck with little red marks as a reminder of who owned your body, mind, and soul.

“Yours,” you finally agreed, the single word nothing more than a whisper of breath when the power of speech briefly returned. “I’m yours.” 

His thumb and forefinger gave a final, swift flick to each nipple - a small action that had you moaning shamelessly - before his hand slid to easily cup your jaw, gently tugging your head down to train your gaze on the city that thrummed with life below you. “Third window…to the right, darling,” he continued to pant, not once slowing down the punishing pace of his hips. “I believe...we have…an audience.”

You quickly scanned the building before you until your gaze landed on the window he had pointed out, and sure enough, a faint shadow danced behind lace curtains. All at once you, you remembered your near naked body held against Loki’s still fully clothed one, every inch of you on display while he remained hidden. You moaned brazenly and clenched once more around his cock, feeling the searing heat of your arousal burn beneath every pore. 

“Ruin me, Loki…please,” you pleaded, unable to fight the steady rise to explosion that had begun to build within your core.

His fingers settled in a near blinding rhythm on your clit while his cock plunged relentlessly into your dripping cunt. “My darling…little…whore,” he rasped in your ear, clearly in close pursuit of his own pleasure. “Come for me.”

It was all you needed to topple over that blissful edge with Loki right behind you. Your orgasm wracked through you, leaving you all but boneless in his arms with the sheer intensity of the release. You forgot your own name but his fell from your lips like a prayer of salvation while you rode out your high on his cock, and it took a moment to register that the scream of pleasure ringing around the empty atrium was your own. He had pressed you tight against the glass, forcing your cheek against the window while he fucked you within an inch of your life. 

You were no longer sure if the stars bursting behind your eyes were the twinkling lights of Manhattan or the remnants of your own climax. 

The wake of your release had you lying limp against the window, barely able to breathe in its aftermath. Loki’s hips slowly came to a stop, his cock still buried inside you while his lips pressed a kiss to your bare shoulder. You barely noticed that the shadow behind the lace curtains had vanished. 

“Stark’s little gala might not be the only thing making the front pages tomorrow, darling,” he teased, still sounding somewhat breathless. 

You could only nod dumbly, the connection between your brain and mouth stalling for a short second. “Yeah,” was all you could say while he pulled his cock from you, sending a final shiver down your spine. Carefully, he arranged your dress back in place before tucking himself away. “Speaking of, we should probably head back. We’ve been gone for a while.” 

Before you could take one step towards the imposing staircase that would take you back to the party, Loki’s fingers were clasping around your wrist to pull you back into his chest. “Oh no, darling,” he purred. “I haven’t forgotten your foolish comment about my brother. You’ll be spending the rest of tonight over my knee and, if you’re very good, perhaps in my bed.”

[sweetavenuesong]

I bow before you my liege and would like to submit a virginity/innocence kink as tribute

(Sorry i have no idea what the actual name is!!!!!!!!!)

Haha, I think you have it right. My liege, eh? Perhaps you should not label me so nobly until you sample my wares...

"The Greatest Gift"

Loki comes home from war to claim the one who promised herself to him.

Content Warning (18+ ONLY): smut, virginity kink/loss, a sprinkling of size kink

Word Count: ~580

“Please be soft with me,” you whispered with anxiety. “Now that it’s time, I’m afraid I--I--”

“Shhh,” Loki replied with a long, thin finger against your trembling lips. “I know, sweet. You waited for me. Tonight will be a reward for both of us. I promise I will be gentle.”

Lying back against the fainting sofa in your library, you were welcoming Loki home after a lengthy conscription (years!) that had seen him grow from boyhood to manhood. The day he left, you’d promised to save your virginity for the night of his homecoming. He accepted your offer with a tender kiss that you carried on your lips for the entirety of your adolescence. 

There was something about the way you looked underneath Loki as he laid kisses all over your bare body, both needy and frightened, that forced his heart into his loins. You were such a worthy partner to receive him, and yet so innocent at once, putting every ounce of faith that he would pull you into the pleasures of carnality without bringing harm or pain to you. 

“Loki…” you muttered again, raising your arms and begging for him to fall into them. 

“I can guide you through it if you wish,” Loki offered. “I love a good, heated narration.”

You slowly shook your head. “I must be such a bore compared to your old mistresses!”

“Oh no,” he replied, taking a moment to caress your face and kiss you. “They were all one and the same. This gift is more precious to me than anything anyone has given before. I have been thinking of nothing other than making you mine for weeks.”

He ran his hands over your breasts. “Just the thought of being the only one with the honor of burying my cock inside inside you…feel how it makes me quiver, darling!”

Taking your hand, he guided it over his leggings, his erection filling your hand so full your fingers stretched. 

“How…oh norns…” you were both excited and hesitant. 

“I know what you’re thinking, sweet,” Loki purred, slowly moving your hands up and down his member as he began to make his clothes melt away with magic. Eventually, your hands cupped him. “You are wondering how it could possibly fit inside you.”

You nodded. Loki gave you another gentle kiss, which settled your quaking nerves. 

“It will fill you full, your walls will stretch nice and wide for me, and it may feel strange for a moment,” he warned, positioning himself between your split legs, completely in the buff now, his erection sprung free from its mooring to further intimidate you even as you grew soaking wet. “But the pounding pleasures you will take from it will send you into ecstatic fits. This is my promise. You will always feel heat rise in your face when you remember this night: the night I made you a bride.”

Your heart skipped a beat. “What?”

Loki shrugged as he leaned over you, cock in hand, the tip scarcely touching your opening, taunting you with promise. “I thought that was implied. We will wed soon, but I took one look at you this afternoon and knew that I couldn’t possibly wait until our nuptial hour to break you in.”

“Ohhh,” you moaned, his dulcet words relaxing your muscles, finally making you fully ready for your Prince. 

“This is our wedding night,” he asserted. “My triumph is not complete until I finally make you mine...and only mine.”

With this last declaration, he slowly entered you. 

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Open Skies [Loki x Reader]

A link to my Masterlist is HERE Summary: Loki's first time flying the Quinjet is a memorable one. Warnings: 18+ Only Minors DNI. Smut. Loki x Female Reader. Silly things. Mutual pining. Oral (M). (w/c 2.2k)

Tony dangled the key between his thumb and forefinger. The fob swung in front of Loki’s smirking face. “To Virginia, and back again,” Tony said. He was not in the mood for games. Loki’s eyebrows shot up. He pressed his fingers to his chest in mock-hurt before extending the cup of his palm out, fingers unfolding with a graceful flourish. “I need to learn, Stark..." he postured innocently. “The simulations only go so far. You know that.”

“And you’ll behave?” Loki rolled his eyes. “What egregious sin could I possibly commit with your garish vessel while under the watchful eye of our trustworthy Agent here?” he said, flicking a finger towards you. “Is that not why she has been chosen for this farce? To keep me in line? To make sure I don’t damage this metal substitute for masculinity?” Tony’s eyes darted in an aborted eye-roll. He sucked his bottom lip between his teeth, observing Loki with suspicion. “It should only take you twenty minutes- if that,” he said, tossing the fob in the air. The god caught it. Loki let you walk ahead up the ramp. The weight of his stare clung to your ass like wet paint as you made your way to the front of the craft and slid into the passenger seat. He paused, giving both headrests a squeeze as he observed the screens. You watched his profile stiffen, a swallow working his neck. For all his breezy pomposity, he was nervous. “Just like the simulator,” you said, “you’ll be fine.” Loki's face remained unchanged by your re-assurance. He cleared his throat, tugging at the sleeves of his sweater; the one with the Avengers logo that he swore the first time he saw it that he would never wear.

He manoeuvred himself into the driver’s seat. “Is he watching?” he asked quietly. You pressed the screen, making the rear camera pop up. Tony stood below the under-hang of the landing area, arms folded. “Right..." Loki said, lips pursing.

He ran his palms down the tight chinos creased to his thighs. One long finger tentatively pressed against the central screen.

In a matter of seconds, the Quinjet’s engines fired to life. Loki flinched. His fingers flexed before their length curled around the lever sitting between you. He pushed it into elevate. "Thirty-five-thousand feet..." Loki murmured to himself, pressing a series of buttons on the screen.

He reached up, pressing an intercom above his head.

"This is Loki Laufeyson, Avengers Unit, Stark Tower," he said, gazing out the huge window at the skyscrapers.

His voice made goose-bumps ripple on your skin. It massaged over the syllables like crude oil over glass, thick and utterly erotic in its uniform sincerity. “Lifting off - flightpath expected from New York City to above Richmond, Virginia. No target, no landing. Training exercise, thirty-five thousand feet. Copy?”

He released the button. Static hummed. Loki’s fingers readjusted around the lever. “Copy, Mr Laufeyson." the radio crackled. "Clear for take-off. Route mapped. Any changes, let us know.”

Loki let out a small, satisfied sigh. He shot you a weak smile. “Good?” he asked. You nodded. His hair was tied back in a messy bun, delicate strands falling around his face. It framed his cheekbones perfectly. “Try not to be too aroused by my piloting-skills, Agent,” Loki goaded, turning his attention to the thrusters. “I have been practising very hard to make it seem effortless.” He pressed several more buttons without a pause.

You and Loki had hooked up for several weeks just before his most recent mission. But whether it was clarity during the absence, or simply lack of interest; when he had come back no moves were made on either side. On your part, it was simple terror. Being with Loki in that way was unbelievable the first time that it had happened, never mind the seventh, eighth, ninth. Part of you didn’t want to push your luck. It had crossed your mind that he had actually forgotten. And if that was true, then you didn’t want to know.

The force of the ascent pushed you back into your seat, facing forwards. Out the corner of your eye you saw a grin stretch over the god’s face as the New York skyline became mere dots below. He yanked the lever a few more times into position, setting it in cruise. The beep of buttons and the hum of the engines were the only sounds. Ahead, there was nothing but open skies. “Well done, I’m very impressed,” you said with a smile, shifting to face him. The seatbelt dug into your shoulder. Without realising, you had set a hand to rest on his thigh. The two of you looked at it, eyes rising to meet. One of Loki’s brows cocked. “Agent?” he growled. “Are you trying to seduce the captain?”

You were about to deny it. But he was the god of lies, after all. In which case there was no getting around it. And even if there was – did you want to? “Yes.” you said. Loki barked a small laugh of disbelief, turning his eyes back to the wide windows. “It will take more than that, Agent.” he said, offering a small nod to the hand resting mid-way up his thigh. “Especially after giving me the cold-shoulder on my return.” Your stomach dropped. “I did no such thing-” you started, but Loki had begun to tut. It’s slow methodical click ticked over the air between you. His eyes never left the blue sky out the front of the Quinjet. “On the contrary. On my return, I came to your rooms. I left a note, and quite a suggestive one at that. I made myself quite vulnerable, actually.” You frowned. “Loki, I moved rooms like three weeks ago.” Loki pressed a finger to his forehead. “Who’s in your old one?” “Scott.” “Ah,” Loki said, grimacing. “I was wondering why he had been particularly familiar of late.” The god shot you a sheepish smile. “I may have gone into great detail about oral sex in my correspondence.” “Giving or Receiving?” “Receiving.” The two of your burst into raucous laughter.

Loki took his hands from the steering wheel, wiping a tear of mirth. “In defence of my uncouth written request, you do give the most glorious blowjobs,” he muttered, offering a tilt of his head. “And it was a very long mission. I was in desperate need of attention.” “Did you ever get it?” “No. Although in hindsight, Lang did attempt to ease my disposition.”

You and Loki exchanged a restrained smirk before bursting into laughter again. “I feel terrible,” you said, starting to feel giddy. “I thought you weren’t into me anymore, so I just…” “Gave up without a fight?” Loki said, pressing a button and shifting the stick. “Understandable. I am rather intimidating.”

Your hand began to dance up his thigh, following the rise of his insane quad muscle. You squeezed. The fingers slid inward, brushing the growing bulge in his crotch. Loki shifted in his seat, chinos rustling. “Agent…” he warned. But his eyes sparkled.

The god’s legs widened in the generous seat. Creases ran thick across his spread thighs, the outline of his cock stark against the light fabric. It stretched up to his hip by the side of the zipper. You bit your lip as he thrust gently into your cupped hand. “We shouldn’t…” you said, tracing the length of his cock with one light finger. “No,” Loki breathed. “But we will.” The click of your seatbelt and the resulting flurry of your fingers at his buttons was instant. Loki raised one arm to let you work, lowering the tight zipper and setting his cock free with a bounce into your waiting hand. “Fuck,” he choked through ragged breaths, “Agent you don’t have to-” You looked up at him, head pressed back against the rest and the veins in his throat tightening. He had that stoic, regal set upon his features, cheekbones hard and unwavering, mouth closed as he stared at your with hungry eyes. The only thing that gave him away was the sound of small puffs of air flaring in rapid succession from his nostrils. Without looking, you could tell his knuckles were white on the wheel. One of his forearms rested on the nape of your neck.

“If you don’t think I want to suck your cock, Laufeyson,” you whispered, pausing to place a kiss on the leaking tip, “then you’re even crazier than I thought.” Loki inhaled sharply as you swallowed him. The breath caught in his throat, forcing its way back through a series of stuttering breaks that made desire thrash deep in your cunt. Fingers wrapped around the base of him, you worked slowly back and forth until his manhood was slippery with spit. Your face lowered on to the bottom of Loki’s sweatshirt with every dip of your head. Sucking wet and hot as the vein that ran the length of his cock throbbed against your tongue. There it was, that sweet saltiness pearling at the cracked creases of your lips. God, how you’d missed that. The taste of him. There was nothing like it.

Loki’s placid moans filled the cockpit. It was polite, in a way. Gentlemanly, while his slender fingers grasped delicately against your hair. You lingered at the crown, running your tongue against the sensitive underside.

Loki jolted in his seat. The Quinjet took a dive, and you froze - cushioning his glory with your tongue as the god corrected the flightpath. He chuckled, hissing as you tightened the grip of the fingers around his root and began to pump in time with your mouth. “We’ve reached-uh...g-gods, Richmond,” he stammered. His fingers grasped at your hair, knees beginning to tremble. “I’m carrying out a soft turn, bringing us one hundred and sixty degrees before returning to the original..f..f-fuckk-flightpath.” Humming approval through a mouthful of his cock, you lost yourself in the warm musk of his public hair. The metal zipper caught against your chin, grazing with every deep dive of the god into your throat. But you didn’t care. Loki’s gentle whines were all you could hear over the engines, panting praises and murmurs of lustful promises that you would hold him to when this thing landed. If it landed.

“Gods-” Loki choked, punctuated with a thump as his skull fell against the headrest. "How can you do this to me, Agent?” he gasped, rubbing your back as you quickened the pace. “You’re the best…” he moaned, hips rising to meet the bob of your jaw, “you’re the b-best I’ve ever had..I- uhh...”

The god’s fingertips dragged down your back, fist clenching and unfurling. He let out a primal grumble. “I’m going to cum, darling-” he growled. “Has anything c-changed?” You shook your head, saliva dripping down the side of your mouth and pooling in a wet patch on his chinos. Swallowing all the spit you could, you pressed your lips tighter around his girth, sucking furiously. Loki flinched with pleasure; and although you couldn’t see him, you knew his eyes were rolling back. You’d bet a few more of those slutty little curls had come loose too. Loki’s bucks were quicker now. He was trying to be restrained, but still his hips shuddered against the seat trying not to fuck your mouth with all his might. The Quinjet thrashed to the side, immediately correcting.

The god’s breaths were heavy, unintelligible filth falling from his lips and slithering into your ear as you worked him. "Good girl," he gasped, palm flying to the window my his side, "oh, f-fuck yes...good girl-vakker... just like, u-uh-" His palm slid down the window with an obscene squeak.

With a curse-littered groan, both of his arms went flying up behind the headrest. He pulled it forwards, the force of his abdomen’s clench pressing against your forehead. Loki’s hot cum hit the back of your tongue, filling your mouth with the sweet tang you craved. It kept coming, spreading into every pocket of space not occupied by his meat. His groans of pleasure filled the cockpit while you swallowed - pretty little moans snaking from his throat as he rode higher than the clouds.

Your lips left the tip of his flushed member with a slurp. Loki looked at you, dazed and slut-drunk. His seed glistened at the corners of your mouth as you squeezed his cock from the base a final time. A thick ream of cum blossomed at the opening. With one finger, you scooped it off, placing it carefully on the tip of your tongue.

“How I’ve missed you,” Loki slurred before his mouth was on yours.

You could feel his tongue search your own, tasting himself on each caress, swallowing the mess that you had made of him. Breaking apart, you took a moment to appreciate just how fucked-out Loki looked. The god’s cheeks were flushed, his lips raw and pink from rough kisses; his tied-up hair was askew, one side falling down in inky tendrils across his shoulder. The sweatshirt was rumpled, and there was a spreading wet patch on those lovely cream chinos. “How long do we have?” you asked, realising that you probably didn’t look much better. Loki’s eyes flickered to the screen. “Three minutes.” he said, disappointed. As Loki nailed a perfect landing, you made a final check of yourself in the window’s reflection. His knuckles trailed gently down your bicep. “I’ll see you inside?” he asked quietly. His pupils were still bottomless pools. “At your rooms,” you smiled, fighting to contain a laugh. “Not Scott’s.” Loki nodded agreement, lips curling. “I really did wait, you know.” he said. “I know.” you said, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear. The two of you disembarked and Tony was waiting for the debrief exactly where you'd left him. He seemed happy with everything, by and large. But his arms remained folded. You began to make your way into the Tower. “Laufeyson. A word.” Tony barked. Loki rolled his eyes, subtly gesturing for you to go on ahead. “How’d you like her then? State of the art?” Stark hummed, gesturing to the Quinjet. Loki raised a brow. “It was perfectly fine.” Loki said. “Not ‘the best you’ve ever had’?” Tony slipped his sunglasses down his nose. Loki’s brow furrowed. “Cameras?” “Cameras,” Tony replied, tossing Loki the key-fob. “I’ll delete my evidence if you hop on back and delete your evidence with some of that magic-bleach. Deal?” “Deal.” Loki sighed.

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