#Loki x you smut

[lokisgoodgirl]

Teenage Dream [Loki x Reader]

A link to my Masterlist is HERE Summary: A trip to Asgard means a visit to Loki's childhood bedroom - and his teenage fantasy. (w/c 1.9k) Warnings: 18+ only. Loki x Female Reader. Established relationship. Smut. Body fluids etc etc. Language.

“This is your childhood bedroom?!” Loki’s arms spread wider, turning in a lazy circle as you gape at the high ceilings and golden cornicing. Open archways lead to a balcony which runs along the full side of one wall, Asgard sprawling below in afternoon sunlight. It’s huge.

“What did you expect?” Loki shoots a lovingly indignant look over his shoulder. “Some kind of hovel-sized quarter the kind of which Stark has bestowed on Lang?”

His boots thud in quick succession on polished marble before he jumps through the air and lands on the modest queen-size with a bounce – a hand balled at his temple. The sheets have clearly been replaced since he last laid in it, but old habits die hard. The green and gold of his colours is in full effect in this room from the curtains to the tapestries and the quilt draped across the mattress. “Lie with me,” he says, looking up through his lashes. “Please?”

Something about seeing Loki dressed in his, what he still calls, ‘Midgard garms’ suddenly seems ridiculous in one of Asgard’s royal bedchambers. A pair of tight black jeans cling to his muscles, denim shifting as he draws one knee over the other to rest on the bed. His forest green t-shirt has ridden up at his lower stomach, a victim of the obscene measurements of his stretching body. He chuckles lightly, making a thick line of his obliques tighten as he slips his fingers further into mussed hair. "I told you I was a prince," he says sheepishly.

You make your way to the bed and he flips to his back, releasing a happy groan as you straddle him. His eyelids droop, a flash of his upper teeth as he bites his bottom lip. "Frigga will be expecting us," you say as you roll your hips against his crotch. "Uhhh...gods-" he grunts, large palms rubbing up your thighs tight on either side of his chest. ‘Frigga can wait. I said I would give you a tour, and give you a tour...I shall.’ "Not from down there you won’t."

You yelp as Loki sits up and his lips fasten to yours, hand cradling the back of your head and forcing you in a violent kiss. He bites your bottom lip, sucking out gently. You moan softly as his hands begin to rub your thighs again. He’s needy. The sentimentality of bringing you Asgard for the first time is doing a real number on him. Your fingers run down his neck, down the hard dips and ridges of his abdomen through the t-shirt.

“I used to pleasure myself in this bed, dreaming of a woman like you-” he says huskily, beginning to thrust upwards. The painfully tight erection bursting against denim rubs against your gusset, toying back and forth. You feel a swell of arousal web between your folds as your eyes dart towards the open door. Just a crack, but it’s enough. The guards are never far in the palace it seems, even for a Prince who’s all grown up.

“Say more,” you tease. It’s a whisper, but it seems to echo. Loki chuckles quietly into the curve of your neck before he tips you easily to the side. You meet the mattress with a bounce, your head disappearing between the crevice of two plush pillows. Loki’s long form rises above you, impossibly rectangular, spread on his knees, the denim screaming around his crotch.

“It may come as a surprise to you that I was an awkward young man,” he starts, riding up the hem of his t-shirt. His leather belt sits maddeningly at the dent of his hips, perfect alabaster skin of his stomach flashing into view. “No!? I would never have guessed...” you joke, surprised at your ability to think straight as Loki’s shirt pops over his head. He throws it away, skittering gently across the marble floor. His eyes flash mischievously.

“But I had urges, of course; fucked myself night after night like a demon; elaborate fantasies formed in my head with excruciating detail.” He falls forward against the pillows, the bulge of his shoulders tensing as he cages you.

“I wouldn’t let myself cum until every detail in my head was perfect,” he breathes, letting long tendrils of hair drag against your throat in time with the filth of his dulcet syllables. “Again and again. It was enough to drive a young man to madness.”

“Did you ever have-?” you start, cut off by a pathetic moan as Loki drags his bound cock against your clit. “Never," he whispers. "This bed is as virginal as myself when I left it.”

The warm glow of his magic pulses from his skin. Loki’s jeans are gone, replaced by a green silk robe open at the waist. It's Asgardian craftsmanship, that much is obvious. Gold weaving edges the hem, its age betrayed only by the sleeves which are a little too short. The sage shimmer melts into the wave of his hair, and for a second you can’t bring yourself to believe there wasn’t a line forming outside his bedroom every night after he came of age.

He rests back on his haunches between your legs, flipping out the robe at the nip of his taut waist. Loki’s eyes smoulder, waiting for you to ask.

“Which one do you want?” you say. It times perfectly with a twitch of his proud cock as he draws a finger back and forth along its length. His chin dips and a small smile creeps at the corner of his lips.

Loki raises a hand, a theatrical snap of his fingers making the ceiling height door to the chamber swing closed with an almighty clang. Even under normal circumstances, doors don’t close quietly in the palace; it is by design.

“My goddess riding me,” he says, raising his gaze to yours. “Then once I’ve filled her, she crawls to my face; smothers me with her perfect, dripping sex; calls my name so loudly in ecstasy that my brother hears it all the way in the taverns.”

Your brows raise. “That’s quite specific.”

Loki shrugs. “I told you. It needed to be perfect. I spent a lot of time thinking about it.” You shuffle up on the pillows, curling one side of his silk robe in a fist and pulling his mouth to yours. He manoeuvres around, lying back against the pillows with bright eyes while you crawl on top of him once more.

“Are you my sweet virginal Prince?” you ask, batting your lashes. Loki snickers. "If you like." “I do.” “Aright then,” he sniffs. “Although I should warn you, for a virgin – I am rather an expert.” “Shhh-” You press a finger to his lips. "I read a lot of books," he explains with overly-earnest eyes, muffled against your finger. “Let’s get you some practice, then..” you whisper, rolling your hips up the length of his cock. Loki whimpers, brows slanting. You can't tell if that part is for show. With a slip of his hand against your ass you feel your dress dissolve, the nip of a breeze through the open arches making your nipples stiffen. Loki’s head leaves the pillow and catches one in his mouth as your hand guides his cock between your legs. You rub the tip against your slit, slipping back and forth as guttural groans roll in his throat.

"My virgin Prince," you coo.

Loki’s head falls back to the pillow, a warning brow rising. But his eyes sparkle. Slowly, you sink down onto his cock; each hard inch of muscle tugging against your walls as you settle to the hilt.

“Every time you do that,” Loki rasps, “it’s everything I ever dreamt of in this bed, I swear.” You flatten a curl of hair back from his forehead, rocking your hips back and forth. His hands slide up your waist, cupping your breasts as he pants beneath you. A vein in his neck throbs as he grits his teeth to the ceiling. He won’t last, not today. And that’s just fine.

You press his shoulders down, limiting his thrusts. If he wanted to, he could overthrow the touch in an instant. But he wont, not today; not in this bed. Every time you reach the tip of his cock you squeeze and his lips part; every time you sink him deep into your cunt they press together, like he doesn’t trust himself not to howl. The squelching is louder now. The moaning, too. You and Loki have fucked many times, in many places – in every conceivable position, each time you think you could never be more aroused, he proves you wrong. But something’s different about him here. When his beautiful eyes open, the dark fan of his lashes seem to pop against the vibrant blue ringing blown pupils.

Loki’s fingers sink deep into the plump of your ass. He pulls in time with your rhythm, drawing the flat of his feet up. In seconds, he sits up to meet your mouth; his tongue lapping against yours with quiet desperation. Your fingers run down his abdomen and you feel his stomach clench.

“Fill me, baby-” you whine into his open mouth, “show me what Asgard’s finest cock can give me.” Loki grunts in pleasured anguish, thrusting in erratic shudders as he erupts inside your heat. The angle is tight. Fresh seed creams at the seal of your slit and wells around the rim of his half-sheathed cock as he comes undone with a ragged exhale of your name. He captures you in a messy kiss, falling away from your mouth to your chest before collapsing back to the pillows. He squints with one eye, a lazy hand beckoning. “You sure?” There’s an unusual shyness in your voice. Loki nods with a wolfish, lopsided grin; drunk on sex. You shuffle up his abdomen, feeling a thick roll of hot cum settling against your inner thigh. Your fingers curl around the wooden headboard, Loki’s large palms settling on your ass and keeping you high. His head tilts, warm tongue tracing your inner thigh and sucking his seed from your skin. A violent shiver of desire rolls down your spine, making you thrust towards his face.

“I’ll try my best-” he purrs in character from between your legs.

His eyes are all you can see as his tongue outstretches. They disappear as he dips further back, running his warmth between your folds. He tilts his chin up, a white pool collected on his tongue. Loki of Asgard looks up from bottomless eyes, the planes of his cheekbones sharpened. You shoot down and jam your tongue into his open mouth. His cum swirls within the kiss, mingling with the earthy taste of your own pussy – swallows and moans and filth sliding down your throats. Loki gasps loudly as your kiss breaks with a slurp. “Was that in your fantasy?” you ask innocently, resuming your position above his head. “I regret now, that even in the depths of my teenage depravity, it was not,” Loki growled, squeezing your ass-cheeks. He nudges you closer. “Now, finish me,” he orders as he pushes you down against his face. The flat of Loki’s tongue meets your plump clit. Each flush and fat stripe of the muscle has no pretence – he intends to make you climax; and climax hard. Your nails dig into the headboard, scratching down pristine oak lined with gold. Images of Loki as a virginal youth rear in your mind, thrashing in these sheets, under this very ceiling, twisting and unravelling beneath the beat of his fist. Your thighs begin to tremble, held steady by his fingertips sinking deep into the curve of your ass. Loki’s tongue is relentless; it swirls and captures every flush of sparking orgasm and tends it with the next lap of his attentions. Before long, your legs tense – and somehow, one of your hands has tangled in his hairline, pushing him deeper, his nose slotted perfectly at the lip of your mound. The sight is all it takes. “Loki-” you choke, punctuated by a final devastatingly soft lick of his flat tongue over your sex. “Mmrph…” he grunts, brow furrowing. You hold your breath as climax shatters you, the exhale a strangled sob of his name that sings around the ceilings and tumbles out the archways.

You collapse on his chest, the two of you panting heavily. A thin sheen of fresh sweat clings to his skin. You trace the angle of his jaw, smiling as a dream-like peace descends on his features. “Do you think Thor heard?” “From Midgard? I doubt it,” Loki sighs, letting one of his legs fall open to the side. He’s hard again. “But I can let that part of the fantasy slide. Everything else was...perfection, my love.” You prop a fist beneath your chin. “Maybe we just need to try harder.”

“Fuck harder, you mean?” Loki says, a smirk curling the corners of his lips. “You did promise me a palace tour…” you say, drawing your knuckles up the velvet skin of his cock stretching against his stomach. Loki’s smirk grows wider.

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[cleo-fox]

Unraveled

Summary: It was all fun and games until Loki started wearing that goddamn sweater.

Pairing: Loki x Female Reader

Warnings: Smut, 18+, Minors DNI, dirty talk, praise kink, teasing, orgasm delay, sex, vaginal fingering, godly refractory periods, kitchen sex, semi public sex, Loki in a sweater.

A/N: My explanation for this one is that I saw too many pictures of Tom Hiddleston in a sweater and it gave me thoughts.

Being an Avenger has made you pretty good at rolling with the punches. After your third or fourth encounter with some alien/wizard/android bullshit, your perspective is fundamentally altered and real life seems manageable in a way that it didn’t before. You have to call your insurance company to dispute a claim? Big deal, you’ve negotiated with terrorists; you can handle Garth from Member Services.

The thing is, having that kind of perspective means that the things that do get to you can rattle you a lot more than they should. Natasha had warned you about that, but you were riding high on the thrill of successfully conquering Blue Cross Blue Shield and you kind of got to thinking she was exaggerating.

And then the seasons started to turn and Loki started wearing that goddamn sweater.

You can recognize when someone is out of your league. When you first moved into the Tower, it had been relatively easy for you to assign Loki to that category: he was a god. He’d been featured in last month’s GQ. You were mortal and your most recent press had been a TMZ story featuring unflattering paparazzi photos of you leaving a bodega in your pajamas at seven o’clock in the morning, a bagel halfway into your mouth. You were clearly not the same.

Up until the sweater, you’d managed to keep your cool around Loki and keep your attraction confined to daydreams and the occasional surreptitious lustful glance. Hell, you’d even had the nerve to be proud of yourself for keeping your shit together in front of him.

The sweater lays waste to all of that.

On the surface, it doesn’t seem like a sweater that is capable of completely destroying your carefully constructed composure. It’s a fairly standard crew neck in a deep green so dark it almost looks black at a first glance. But on Loki it just…does things to you. The fabric is well fitted, clinging to his biceps, pulling taut across his chest, emphasizing the line of his pectorals. It somehow accentuates how muscular he is while also still making him look lean and lithe.

The first time he wears it, you find your eyes just trail to him of their own volition, like an incredibly horny moth to the flame. It’s a day of catching yourself staring, panicking, pretending that you were actually looking at something else, and then repeating the process five minutes later when your gaze inevitably wandered again. It almost would have been funny if it didn’t put your blood pressure into the stratosphere.

To make matters worse, at the end of that day’s debriefing, he rises from his chair and raises his arms to the ceiling in a long stretch. The hem of the sweater creeps up, exposing the firm, flat muscles of his stomach, lightly dusted with a trail of hair that meanders in a tantalizing path down to his belt buckle.

You promptly choke on your own spit. Clint claps you hard on the back and asks if you’re okay, which is a question you don’t know how to answer (ultimately, you stick to a thumbs up and mumble something about dust getting caught in your throat). Loki is too preoccupied complaining about the entire concept of office furniture to notice. Or at least you’re pretty sure he doesn’t notice.

You might have been okay if that had been the only incident, but the sweater makes a repeat appearance on Friday. The following Tuesday features the deadly combination of the sweater with a pair of tight, dark wash jeans that nearly send you into cardiac arrest. Your fantasies suddenly become much more frequent and detailed.

You are not really sure what to do about this—it’s not like you can talk to anyone about it, nor can you ask him to stop wearing it without prompting some very uncomfortable questions. The idea that you’ll get used to it is laughable. 

You look at your calendar and note that spring is six months away. At least.

Fucking hell.

*

It’s a Saturday afternoon and in a strange quirk of scheduling, almost everyone is out of town for a mission or a personal obligation, leaving the Tower unusually quiet. As much as you enjoy the daily clatter and chaos that comes with living here, you find a lot of comfort in these moments of quiet, however infrequent they may be.

You intended to make yourself a late afternoon snack. That was the plan, anyway. But as you’re standing at the kitchen counter and cutting up the fruit you just washed, you realize that you’re not entirely alone. From this vantage point, you can see Loki lounging on the couch in the next room and reading.

He’s wearing the sweater. Of course he’s wearing the sweater. And the so-tight-they-should-be-illegal dark wash jeans.

Goddammit.

You have the sense to set the knife down at least. The last thing you need is a trip to the hospital because you got too distracted by your hot colleague while handling a knife.

You let your gaze travel along the firm muscles of his chest. It’s just a sweater. It shouldn’t look this good. It shouldn’t prompt these kinds of thoughts. And yet…

He shifts on the couch and the hem of the sweater creeps up. His hand drops to his belt buckle. It’s entirely appropriate, but the way his long, long fingers are splayed against his stomach makes your mind drop straight to the gutter and wonder what they’d look like wrapped around his rock hard co—

“You know, it’s rude to stare.”

His voice comes from behind you and adrenaline surges through you like an electric shock. The Loki on the couch looks up at you and smirks before disappearing in a shimmer of green.

You wonder if it’s possible to die of embarrassment and a heart attack all at the same time. It certainly feels like you’re about to.

You take a deep breath and try to collect yourself, which feels largely futile. Come on, get it together. You’ve negotiated with terrorists and insurance companies. Shake it off.

You slowly turn around, cheeks burning. Loki is standing right behind you, arms folded across his chest. You swallow.

“I um. I was—I was just…” Words escape you as your brain fires in every direction except a helpful one.

“You were just what?” His expression is intense, but you’re not sure that he’s angry.

“Spacing out,” you say, trying to infuse your voice with confidence that you absolutely do not feel.

He places his hands on the counter behind you, intentionally caging you in with his body. You are overwhelmed by the scent of him—a masculine, wintery musk that makes you want to bury your face against his chest.

“Try again,” he says. His voice is deep enough to rattle your bones.

You swallow. Everything you could possibly say seems wildly inadequate.

Loki has never been one to be at a loss for words, though, and after a moment of terrified silence from you, he continues speaking.

“I’ve noticed something curious over these past few weeks,” he says. “When I wear this sweater, you can’t seem to take your eyes off of me.”

Your heart is pounding. Fucking hell. Have you really been that obvious?

“Now why is that?” he asks, his voice a low purr.

You briefly consider trying to lie again, but the piercing green of his eyes instantly makes you rethink it. “I um…” You swallow hard. “It’s just…it suits you. You…you look good.”

He raises an eyebrow. “I look good?”

You nod.

“Interesting.” His lips twitch in a slight smirk as he looks you up and down. “And how does that make you feel?”

Your heart thuds in your chest, your stomach contorting with a strange combination of fear and desire. You’re still humiliated, but the sound of his voice and the dark intensity of his gaze is intoxicating and incredibly arousing.

“I don’t—I don’t know how to answer that question.”

“Oh, I think you do.” There’s a rawness in his voice that makes your cunt clench.

You shake your head, eyes wide. You’re pretty sure he’s not really mad, but you also don't know where this is going. Surely he’s not making a pass at you…right?

“How does it make you feel to see me in this sweater?” he continues, his voice a low whisper. He pauses for a moment and when you don’t answer, he continues. “Does it…arouse you, perhaps?”

Holy fuck.

This can’t be happening.

You try to think of something clever or sexy, but the bluntness of the question and the fire in his eyes kills whatever remaining brain cells you have left. Mutely, you nod.

There’s that smirk again as he licks his lips. “Are you wet right now?”

Your cheeks burn. You give the tiniest nod possible.

“Hmm.” His hand alights on the button of your jeans. “I believe you Midgardians have a saying that is appropriate here: trust, but verify.” He slips the button free and your heart pounds like a war drum in your chest. 

You cannot believe this is happening.

“You haven’t been entirely truthful in this conversation.” His palm presses flat against your stomach, the tips of his fingers slipping under the waistband of your underwear. “So I’m afraid I’m going to have to see for myself.”

His hand is achingly slow, creeping lower and lower. He watches you intently as his hand cups your sex, seemingly cataloging the way your breath hitches and all the little shivers that run through you.

His middle finger finally slides between your folds and you can’t help but moan.

“Oh, you did lie to me,” he growls, his index finger joining his middle, both sliding up to circle your clit. “You’re not wet, you’re soaked.”

Your legs are already starting to tremble and you grab on to his shoulders to try and steady yourself. The fabric of the sweater is softer than a cloud against your hands.

“Sopping wet,” he continues, trapping your right leg between his thighs and the counter, the heavy weight of his erection pressing eagerly against your hip. “And this is all for me?”

Wordlessly, you nod. There’s no point in denying it—and you don’t think he wants you to, either.

“What am I going to do about this?” he muses. His index and middle fingers lightly circle your clit again and you whimper.

“Don’t stop,” you gasp. “Please don’t stop.”

“Don’t stop?” he says. His tone is one of light curiosity, like you’re just chatting casually about the weather. “But if I continue, you’re almost certainly going to come.”

“Yes,” you gasp. “Please.”

“Oh, you want me to make you come?” You can hear the smirk in his voice. “Right here in the middle of the kitchen?”

You nod.

“Anyone could walk in, though,” he purrs. “Anyone could come in and see me with my fingers buried in your dripping cunt. What would they think if they saw you so utterly debauched and at my mercy, begging for me to make you come?”

“Don’t care…” you gasp. How are you already so close?

He raises an eyebrow. “You don’t care what they’d think if they saw us like this?”

You shake your head.

“Oh, you must be desperate.” He adjusts his hand, his thumb taking up the rhythm on your clit while his index finger sinks into your slick channel, making you gasp.

“Loki, please—”

“Begging already,” he says, not letting up in his rhythm. “Has it been a long time, sweetheart? When did you last feel this good?”

It’s not a question you can answer. You don’t know that anyone ever has made you feel like this. You moan, your hips bucking hard against his hand.

“Poor thing,” he tuts. “You’re clearly desperate for it. What kinds of filthy thoughts have you had about me?” he purrs. “I’ve seen you staring, I’ve heard your breath hitch. Have you touched yourself while thinking of me?”

You manage a nod and his smile turns feral. “When was the last time?”

“Last…last night,” you gasp.

“How many times did you come?”

“F-Four.”

“Filthy girl.” His free hand slides up to cradle the back of your head, his fingers tangling in your hair as he tips your head back. “Next time, all you have to do is ask.”

His mouth covers yours, his tongue pushing past your lips as he slides a second finger into you. You moan into his mouth as the pressure in your hips increases.

“Oh yes, let me hear all of those pretty noises,” he murmurs. “Are you going to let me fuck you against the counter after I make you come?”

You nod, whimpering.

“Good girl,” he purrs. “I think you need to be fucked properly and hard. Is that what you need?”

“Yes,” you gasp.

“Mmm, that’s what I thought. This cunt is just too wet and needy for any other treatment.” He draws back to look at you more fully, giving you a lazy, hungry smile. “You’re about to lose it all over my fingers, aren’t you?”

Your orgasm is cresting, the tingling pressure in your hips becoming unbearable. You nod, lost for words.

With one more smirk, he curls his fingers inside of you. “Come for me, pretty girl, let me see you.”

Your cunt spasms around his thrusting fingers and your whole body shudders as your orgasm overtakes you, your head tipping back as you cry out.

“Oh, that’s it,” he murmurs, “there’s my good girl.”

A shiver runs through you at his words, your hips still moving against his hand, trying to draw out every last ripple of pleasure.

He kisses you as you come down from your high, and you take the opportunity to run your hands over his chest and tentatively feel the hard planes of muscle that you’ve been staring at these last few weeks. But after a few moments, he takes your hand and guides it to his cock.

His preference for leather pants or those sinfully tight dark wash jeans made you suspect that the size of his ego might actually be proportionate to the size of his cock and your initial assessment seems to confirm that theory. You rub your fingers over the denim that covers his thick shaft, feeling yourself grow even wetter at the low groan he makes in the back of his throat.

“Take my cock out.” His voice is so deep and his eyes are so smoldering, it feels like the command goes straight to your cunt. You are practically trembling with anticipation as your shaking hands  make quick work of the button, buckle, and zipper.

You can’t help but suck in a breath when his cock comes into view. He’s long and deliciously thick—big enough to be a little intimidating, but not overwhelmingly so.

He guides your hand to wrap around his shaft. He barely fits in your hand. “Look at what you’ve done to me,” he says, his voice raspy as he guides your hand to stroke his cock. “Feel how hard I am for you, feel how much I want you.”

His cock practically pulses with need, the tip slick with pre-come and you grasp him more firmly, your cunt pulsing as he gives a deeply satisfying groan.

You stroke him from base to tip, squeezing lightly. He groans again. “They told me to stay away from you, you know,” he says.

You aren’t so far gone that you can let this information slip by. “What? Who?”

“Stark. Rogers. Romanoff. My brother.” He reaches behind you and shoves the fruit and cutting board into the side, the knife clattering into the sink. “They saw how I looked at you,” he says. “They saw that I wanted you. They told me you were too good for me. Too sweet.”

You feel your jeans and underwear melt away in a shimmer of green and he lifts you easily onto the counter.

His eyes flash with desire. “I wonder what they’d say if they knew you’d let me fuck you raw in the middle of the kitchen?”

For a brief moment, frustration almost wins out over your lust. “We could have done this sooner?”

His gaze turns serious. “Darling, we could have done this the moment we met, but I’m told a handshake is more appropriate.”

You take a breath, about to embark on a rant about the individuals he’d named and how they hadn’t even asked, they’d just assumed, but Loki puts a hand up against your mouth.

“Don’t make me wait any longer,” he says. There’s a sincerity and a need in his gaze that you’ve never seen before and it’s enough to calm your anger for just a moment.

“Okay,” you say, wrapping your legs around his waist and angling your hips toward his, “but clear your schedule because I’m gonna need you to fuck me a lot to make up for all that time.”

His grin is feral as he pushes into you.

You shiver at the blunt stretch of his cock, your hands gripping his broad shoulders. He indulges in a low groan as his hips press flush against yours.

“If I’d known they were keeping me from this tight cunt, I would’ve done something sooner,” he rasps. “You feel absolutely perfect.”

“Please,” you breathe, “I need—please.”

His hips snap hard against yours and you moan, your head tipping back.

His eyes glitter as he pulls you close, pressing his mouth against your ear. “The next time I have you, I will be sweet and soft.”

“And this time?” you ask, though you think you already know the answer.

“This time—” His mouth presses against the curve of your neck, teeth scraping just this side of too hard against the tender skin. “—I’m going to utterly ruin you.”

His pace is fast and rough—the word possessive comes to mind. You twist the luxurious fabric of his sweater in your hands as his cock hits that sweet, aching spot inside of you, pressing against your sensitive cunt in a way that makes your muscles spasm and clench around him. You moan, a shiver rolling through you as you inch closer to release.

“I’m…fuck, I’m getting close,” you gasp.

His pace abruptly slows and his grin is wide and his eyes are dancing with mirth when he raises his head from your shoulder.

“That was unnecessary,” you say with a scowl.

“Oh, I just want to savor you for a little longer, my love,” he purrs as he settles into an easy and slow pace that still makes your toes curl. “You’re going to take me right over the edge with you and I’ve waited so terribly long to have you.”

“I feel like you’re probably omitting the fact that you like being a tease,” you say.

He grins again, increasing his pace ever so slightly. “Both things can be true.”

He does this a few times—taking up a wicked pace that almost sends you hurtling over the edge, only to slow at the last possible moment, silencing your whimpering protests with a deep and slow kiss that is good enough to make you forgive him until a few minutes later when he does it all over again.

You hold out for as long as you can, but eventually, the ache in your hips overwhelms you.

“Loki,” you breathe when his pace again begins to increase. “Please don’t stop.”

“Don’t stop?” he rasps, somehow finding the concentration to raise an eyebrow. “You’re quite sure?”

You nod.

“You want to come all over my cock?”

Speech is slightly beyond you at this point, but you manage to gasp a desperate plea as you hurtle into the final plateau, right before the fall.

Loki regards you with that same playful look as he fucks you. You wait, unsure of what he’s going to do, your body desperately crying out for your release.

His lips curl into a smile. “Come for me, sweet thing.”

At the sound of his voice, every one of your muscles is tensing and releasing, the slick walls of your cunt clamping down hard on the thick girth of his cock as you shudder and moan.

The remnants of Loki’s composure are fraying, his eyes closed and his jaw slack as he chases his own end. His brow furrows and he throws his head back, letting out a low groan as he comes and you think it might be the best sound you’ve ever heard.

You sag against him as you both come down from your respective highs, his heart beating hard under the soft fabric of his sweater. He reaches for your face, tilting your head back so he can kiss you, impossibly slow and soft.

You’re in the middle of the kitchen. You understand this. In a wholly rational world, you would be quick to hop off the counter, quick to try and negotiate the return of your jeans from whatever pocket dimension he’s sent them to.

Instead, you find yourself wanting to stay in this moment, with his arms wrapped around you, his cock still pulsing inside you as he kisses you breathless.

You count to ten, then twenty. At forty, you draw back slightly, only to have him pull you back into the kiss.

It’s somewhere after one hundred when he trails his lips to your neck and you manage to say what you intended: “We should probably…” you trail off as he sucks at your pulse point, sending a shiver down your spine.

“We should probably what?” he murmurs against your neck, before tracing a lazy figure eight with the tip of his tongue.

It takes you a moment to find that sentence. “Get dressed and such.”

You feel the sharp press of his smile against your skin. “I think not.”

Before you can open your mouth to say anything, the kitchen is fading in a shimmer of green to an unfamiliar bedroom and the two of you tumble into a bed draped in green silk.

“I’d like to stay like this for a while,” he says, a smile playing at his lips as he slowly rolls his hips against you, somehow still impossibly hard. “In fact, I think I need to have you again.”

“I can live with that,” you say. You tug at the fabric of his sweater. “But this is going to have to go.”

His gaze is smoldering and his bare skin is suddenly pressed against yours as the sweater and the rest of your clothes disappear in that familiar shimmer of green.

“Will you like me as much without it?” he asks, rolling his hips against you.

You drag your fingernails up along the firm muscles of his back. “I think I’ll manage.”

“Good,” he says, leaning in to kiss you, “because as I understand it, we have quite a lot of time to make up for.”

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Thats my girl | Loki x female reader

18+ | smut

The sound of the headboard hitting the wall reverberated around the room as Loki fucked you, his pleasured pants growing louder as you moaned his name. You tightened your legs around him, pulling him closer towards you. With each thrust, he pushed you further up the bed, your head buried into the pillows beneath you as your moans grew louder.

“You feel so good” Loki praised through gritted teeth, his eyes closing as he flicked the hair that was clinging to the sweat beading on his forehead out of his face. “This pretty pussy is all mine” he continued to preach, almost incoherently as you clenched your walls around him, coaxing him in deeper. “Gonna fill you up, let everyone know who you belong to” he grunted, his thrusts hard as your nails dug into his back leaving harsh red lines in their wake.

“I need it Loki, want you to fill me up” you mewled, looking up at him through your lashes.

“Yeah, want me to make you a mum?” He smirked, looking down at you with a burning desire.

“Please, need your cum” you practically begged, nodding.

“Mhmm?” He hummed “gonna let me fuck you raw? Put a baby into you?” He questioned, his hips rocking into yours.

“Fuck Loki, yess” you whimpered, gasping slightly as Loki paused his movements, reaching between you to rip off the condom that was seperating you both. “Fuck!” You groaned as he entered you again, slower this time with his bare cock. Your walls gripped him tightly, your body craving his seed as he sank into you.

“I’m gonna get you pregnant” Loki uttered breathlessly as he moved in and out of you.

“Ughhh, yess” you moaned lewdly, the feeling of Loki’s cock inside of you intensifying at the sound of his words.

“You like it? Huh? The feeling of my cock buried deep inside of you?” Loki questioned smugly, he could feel that you were close.

“Yes, yesss” you almost cried.

“You like that I’m going to put a baby in you?” He continued to reel, almost beratingly.

“Fuckk Lokiii” you practically shrieked, your orgasm approaching.

“Gonna do it, gonna fuck a baby into you” he governed, his thrusts speeding as he began to grunt, hips moving to and fro.

“I’m cumming” you near cried, the pleasure consuming you.

“Ugh, fuck” Loki panted gruffly as his movements stilled, hips stuttering as he released, shooting his load inside of you. “That’s my girl, taking it so good” he praised, his warm seed filling you as you smiled lazily up at him.

“I fucking—” you started, pulling Loki into a messy kiss “love you.”

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[silver-tongued-bby]

The Fall - Chapter I

Pairing: Manipulative!Dom!Loki x Sub!fem!Reader

This work is set in an AU.

Words: ~2,400

Summary: A chance encounter at the grocery store has you second guessing yourself and well, everything else.

This is work of fiction is 18+!!!!, and contains graphic descriptions of rough sex, manipulation, sadism, Loki who likes to see you cry, a dom/sub dynamic, a broken reader with family issues, cigarette smoking. Please do not interact if you are a minor or are sensitive towards any of the themes mentioned above.

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It really was a bad fucking day. 

The exaggeratedly bad type of day that was reserved for shitty romcoms or late-night comedies, the ones that made your stomach curl. Everything that could go wrong did. 

And so here you were, feeling sorry for yourself as you vacantly stared at the neatly stacked ice cream containers behind the glass. You rubbed your eyes and caught a glimpse of someone in the reflection, flinching with a start. 

It took you a moment to recognise her - that girl. The one that showed up when you were at your lowest. That girl that looked so much like you, but without the mask. The mask that made you a functioning member of society, that got you jobs, friends, and dates. You looked at this girl, the one with tears in her eyes wrapped in a men’s coat four sizes too big for her and wondered when exactly she’d come into existence. It seemed she’d always been there, growing as her parents did their very best to do their absolute worst. 

You blinked again, sighing at your reflection before turning around, vacant stare now aimed at the boxes of crackers behind you. You weren’t hungry - not really. Your feet had just carried you to your car, so you drove yourself here, as if a 1AM visit to the grocery store would fix things. 

Blinking away the fresh tears, you grabbed a box of Cheez-Its off the shelf and turned, your bleary eyes meeting those of the stranger at the end of the aisle. 

Something in his stare stopped you, pinned you in place. His expression was neutral, but something in that blue-green told you to turn around and run, though your clever feet had seemingly retired for the evening. 

You could tell he was handsome, though you didn’t lift your gaze from his. You felt as if he’d somehow stripped you bare, easily seeing all you desperately tried to hide. 

You opened your mouth to speak, though you hadn’t the slightest idea of what to say. His eyes flickered down to the box in your hand before snapping back to your own and a second later he carried on, walking past the aisle to the next.

You stood there on uneasy legs, a frown tugging at your features. What the fuck was that? 

You shivered, your heart racing, the frown deepening when you felt heat pooling between your legs. You looked to the box of Cheez-Its, then back to where he stood. No, really. What the fuck was that?

You weren’t one to make eye contact in public, especially not when you were alone, learning young of the attention it brought. But something in the way he’d looked at you made you want it - want him to look at you again. 

You stopped yourself from following him, shaking your head as you walked to the front of the store. It was 1AM and you were alone in a deserted grocery store. What the hell are you doing? 

Your eyes cleared a little as you made your way to the checkout counter, the stranger filling your thoughts. The only clerk working was a teenage boy, who rung up your box and gave you your total in a monotone drawl. You asked for a pack of cigarettes as well, thumbing the lighter in your pocket. 

“ID?” He asked, blinking slowly at you. 

“Fuck,” you mumbled, feeling around in your pockets for your wallet. You’d left the house with a $20 bill crumpled in the top pocket of the giant fishing coat you donned. “I don’t have it on me.” 

He shrugged, looking back at you. “Manager’s really up my ass lately. Can’t give them to you without ID. Sorry,” he shrugged again, taking the crumpled bill from you as the register opened.

You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath as you did your very best not to cry in front of this poor kid. Taking the box and pocketing the change, you walked out through the sliding doors and into the night. 

Making it to your car, you pulled the keys from your pocket, the box in your other hand. You swore as the keychain slipped from your fingers, skidding against the pavement and under the only other car in the lot- parked just a spot away. 

“Fuck,” you groaned, debating on whether or not to just leave them and walk home. Sighing, you got on your hands and knees, spotting the mass of keys right between the tires. You tried to reach but felt nothing, the gravel stinging against your kneecaps. You found the tears started to fall again, the day catching back up with you. 

You sniffed, reaching under the car again, the keys still just out of your grasp. You sat up on your knees, shivering as you thought of what to do. You must’ve sat there for a solid minute or two, your knees aching as you wiped tear after tear from your heated skin. 

“Here.” You jumped at the sound of a man’s voice, looking up to see him standing above you, your keyring hooked on his finger. He wore the same expression as before, though his eyes looked darker in the low light. 

“Oh,” you sniffed again and stood, taking the keyring from him. You brushed some of the gravel off your knees, wiping another tear away with the back of your hand. “Sorry.” 

You turned to leave, embarrassed, when you felt his hand against your shoulder. You looked to him, your breath catching once more as he looked down at you, his stare more intense than before. 

“Your biscuits,” he said, the little smirk curling at the corner of his lip making you feel better and worse at the same time. You looked down, seeing the box at your feet. He withdrew his hand as you bent to pick it up. 

“Right,” you mumbled. 

“You want one?” He asked, pulling out a pack of cigarettes from his pants pocket. 

You looked at his outstretched hand, the long fingers steady. Looking back to his face, the little smirk was gone. You reached out with a shaky hand, sliding a cigarette from the pack. He put one between his lips and swiftly lit it, holding out his lighter to you. 

“Thank you,” you lit the cigarette then handed him back his lighter. He took it, fingers brushing yours, though his eyes were trained on the highway across the street. You stood beside him in silence, the sound of a passing car filling the air every few seconds. 

“You’re pretty when you cry.” He’d turned to look at you as he’d said it, though you kept your eyes trained on the highway. 

“T-thanks,” you sniffed, glancing up at him, heart racing as he looked down at you with that intensity again. You swallowed. 

He held your gaze as he reached up, the tips of his fingers lightly touching your jaw as his thumb brushed away a tear. His eyes fell to your lips as you wet them, you could feel they were puffy as a result of your crying. Before your brain could catch up with his movements he’d withdrawn, pulling the cigarette from his lips to extinguish it beneath a boot. 

“I’m not always like this,” you said, his gaze lifting to meet yours. 

He quirked an eyebrow as he studied your face. 

You shifted on your feet. “I’m usually better- normal.”

He smirked, turning to open his car door. “Of course you are.” He slid inside, turning on the engine before pulling out of the empty lot, the vehicle’s acceleration loud once it hit the highway. 

You stared off in the direction he’d gone, wondering if that had really just happened. A shiver tore through you as you remembered the feel of his touch against your skin. 

You should have been outraged, or at the very least disturbed at the intimacy of the action, but all you could think of was how desperately you wanted it to happen again. 

You took one last drag off your cigarette and ducked into your front seat, peeling off the other way. 

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Looking in the mirror, you adjusted your skirt before leaning forward to swipe a thumb at your eyeliner. Leaning backwards you but your lip, sticky with gloss as your heart hammered in your chest. 

You looked at your phone to check the time, letting out a shaky breath as you made for the door. 

The drive was quick, one you’d become familiar with over the past week as you visited in the dead of night. Your sick little ritual performed in the hopes of seeing him again. Pulling up to the lot, your heart leapt to your throat when you saw his car, the black expensive one, parked neatly near the front of the darkened deserted pavement. 

You parked a row back, locking your door as you walked quickly to the entrance. You shivered as the blast of air conditioning met your skin, eliciting goosebumps over your exposed arms. You bit your lip, deciding to take the long walk to the back aisle of the store. 

You stepped slowly, shoes clicking off the scuffed linoleum as you kept your gaze forward, using your peripherals to see within the aisles. You couldn’t help the little gasp that slipped from your lips when you caught sight of his lithe, dark figure. You could feel his gaze on you as you passed by, continuing on without a glance in his direction until you made it to the laundry detergent in the next aisle. Picking up a small jug, you made your way to the cash, paying for your purchase along with a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. 

You leant against your car, lighting up a cigarette. Taking one nervous drag after another, you finished it and pulled the carton back out, slipping a fresh one from the pack. Your eyes drifted to the sliding doors as they opened. 

You lit it up, watching him walk to his car. He glanced at you casually, opening his trunk for the bag in his hand. 

You bit your lip, pushing yourself off the cool metal before making your way to him. “Hey,” you called out, walking closer. 

He looked at you, that same gaze stripping you bare once more, making your fingers tremble around the cigarette. 

“I-I was here the other night,” you came closer, your heart pounding as you took in his handsome features. He was at least twice your age. “I wanted to say thanks,” you offered him a cigarette. “I was having a rough night.” 

He glanced at your hand before taking it from you. “I remember.” 

You nodded as he lit it up, taking a drag. 

“Is there something you want?” 

You opened your mouth, then shut it, unsure of what to say. What did you want from him?

There was that stare again. “How many times did you come to the grocery store at 1 in the morning this week?” 

Your eyes widened. 

He took a step closer. “The clerk inside told me you’d been by every night. Is that right?”

You found yourself nodding, the rest of you frozen in place. 

“And what were you looking for?” 

You swallowed. 

He waited. 

“You,” you called out, the small sound of your own voice surprising you. 

“And what is it that you want from me?”

“I don’t know,” it was a whimper - barely audible over the sound of a passing car. 

He didn’t say a word, simply pulling a phone from his back pocket. He handed it to you, opened to the new contact creator. 

You took it in your shaky hands, typing out your name and number before passing it back to him, his fingertips grazing yours. 

He put the phone back in his pocket. “You shouldn’t be hanging around here this late,” he put out his cigarette. “It isn’t safe.” 

You nodded. 

He slid into the drivers seat and pulled off, leaving you speechless and alone once again. 

~~~

It was a week before he texted you.

The first two days any notification you got made you scramble for your phone, heart pounding, only to be disappointed yet again. 

On the third day you started to lose hope, and wondered if you should go back to the grocery store. He’d told you not to - but what if that only meant he’d actually wanted you to? What if it was all a test? 

After sitting in your car in the driveway for an hour you decided to go to bed with a huff, only to do the exact same thing the night after. 

On the fifth day you did your best to push him from your mind - to stop the image of his face from popping up each time you closed your eyes. It didn’t work, so you spent the night awake, watching horror movies as you attempted to force him from your thoughts with blood and gore. 

The sixth day you drove past the grocery store at 1:03 AM, not seeing his car there as your heart sank in your chest. 

Then the seventh day came. And at eight o’clock on a Sunday you got a text, prompting you to lazily reach for your phone. You sat up straight when you saw the unknown number. 

Have you figured it out yet?

Figured out what? You responded in seconds, cursing yourself for not playing it cool. 

What you want from me.

Your heart raced as you reread the words, trying to think up a witty response. Only one thing echoed in your thoughts, and you found yourself typing it out, and staring at the words. 

I want you to pay attention to me. 

Before you could overthink it you hit send and closed your phone, throwing it to the other end of the couch. The soft ping made you reach for it, your heart in your throat. 

What are you willing to do for my attention? 

You swallowed, staring at the words. A normal person wouldn’t respond, recognising that statement for what it was. A red flag. A huge one at that. You knew what he was asking for, and yet you typed out a response, quickly hitting send. 

Anything. 

You watched the three dots at the bottom of the screen. 

Let’s get dinner.

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To be continued...

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Author's Note: Ok ok ok so this is very loosely based off of this one-off interaction I had at a grocery store (years ago), as well as a somewhat popular account on here that I am both fascinated and disgusted with at the same time. Reader is in for a sketchy time...

Thank you so much for checking out my latest work. A new chapter of Tear You Apart is coming soon.

And thank you to all of my followers for your continued support during my hiatus 🖤

As usual, likes, reblogs, and comments are always immensely appreciated. 🖤 🖤

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[lokisbiiiitch1993]

How real does a Clone feel? Loki x Reader

Summary: Loki doesn't like Christmas,he will not join you visiting your Family

Fluff and Smut

Part 1

Not for Minors ⚠️🚨🔞

A moment ago Loki revealed he has no intention of coming along with you ,to meet your Family for Christmas, next Week.

Loki explained he doesn't like Christmas ,he always felt like it's a forced Family Feast and every Year he thought he doesn't belong there.

"Darling,I don't want to dull your excitement about Christmas but I would rather stay Home at our Apartment and wait for you to come back "he made clear.

A bit disappointed you told him "I don't want to leave you alone here but I also want to see my Family,I wish I could use Magic and Clone myself "

I wish I could be at two Places at the same Time,that would be amazing, - you thought to yourself

Interested you asked Loki multiple Questions about his Clones "How real are they? Can they talk ? How do they feel? Can I touch them ?"

"Darling,see for yourself"Loki answered with a smirk on his Face - he snapped his Fingers and all of a sudden next to you was an exact copy of Loki .

Admiring the Clone, looking up and down - it looks so real you muttered .

"Like what you see? the Clone teased with a grin

Carefully you went closer to touch his Face , gently stroking his Cheek , surprised the Clone didn't vanish by your touch - you mumbled that's impressive

" I can show you something even more impressive" the Clone teased - biting your Lips you looked over to Loki - a moment later he stood before you, kissing you passionately - making you moan.

Behind you was the Clone, touching your Body , exploring your front with his Hands ,opening your Blouse and massaging your Breasts

Loki started kissing and licking your Neck- knowing full well how much that turns you on .

Mhhmm Loki you whimpered

Meanwhile the Clone reaches under your Skirt and pulls your Panties down and caressing your inner thighs , aroused you spread your legs further - suddenly you hear Loki chuckle "My Love, you enjoy this don't you, so ready for us ,my good Girl " "So wet for us " he added toying with your Pussy - you exhaled sharply as he inserted his fingers thrusting in a fast pace.

"Loookiii ,pleaase"you begged for more in a whiny voice

"No need to beg already,we just started" Loki answered in almost mockingly Tone

I can't decide how to continue this - I have too many different ideas 😬

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[peacefulpianist]

The Green Dress: Part Two

Loki x Fem. Reader

After the first part was so well received (so much more than I could have ever imagined!) I wrote a second part.

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Description: The smutty end to your night together

w/c: 2.3k

Warnings: This is pretty much just pure smut I've got to be honest

My Masterlist

“I’ve pictured this so many times darling, I have no clue where to start now that I finally have you here” Loki managed to slip out between frantic kisses. You had barely made it into his room before being promptly shoved into the wall beside the door, you hardly had any time to give it much thought though, aside from noticing that even in his passion fuelled mania, he was still thoughtful enough to place a hand behind your head to cushion the impact. 

Ordinarily you would have come back with some kind of quip about starting at the beginning, but in your current state there was no room for anything in your head other than thoughts of your Loki. Your Loki. Whilst you had been referring to him in your head as such for many months now, it finally held a truth to it. To some extent he was in fact your Loki at this point in time, and for much longer too if you had anything to do with it. 

With this thought now echoing round your head, the fire within you was fuelled even further driving you into further action. Up until this point you had rather contentedly letting Loki drive the encounter, but now felt that it was time to take a little bit of the control back. 

Breaking the kiss momentarily in order to be able to slip from his grasp against the wall, you turned to face Loki grabbing his tie and gently pulling him with you, whilst continuing to walk backwards towards the grand bed behind you. 

With Loki most things he did or surrounded himself with were rather opulent, and almost always green and his rooms were no exception. You had no idea how he managed to get half the things he had in here, as they definitely weren’t the standard pieces that Stark had provided with all the apartments within the tower. For starters you had thought that the king bed you had been given in your room was plenty luxurious, but upon seeing Loki’s huge canopy bed fitted out with dark green sheets that you could only assume were fashioned from the finest asgardian silk, you began to second guess yourself. 

Logically you had always known that Loki was a god, and not just a god at that but a prince, but it was easy to forget it sometimes, especially when he was wandering round the tower in his workout gear, or a personal favourite of yours relaxing with book in the library in nothing more than a pair of grey sweatpants. Looking round now you had a stark reminder of the fact. 

You couldn’t ruminate on this for too long though, as you had reached the edge of said grand bed, and Loki was clearly showing no plans of stopping there, eagerly pushing you backwards so you fell onto it, with him following you closely behind whilst trying to maintain the kiss. 

Now positioned on top of you, he began gently pulling at one of the straps of your dress, not moving to pull it down yet, but clearly showing his desire for it be moved in the near future. 

“I thought you were trying to kill me earlier when you walked in wearing this, how was I meant to concentrate on anything other than you when you’re wearing my colours?” Loki said lips brushing against yours as he spoke, not wishing to be any further apart from you than absolutely necessary. “As much as I have enjoyed seeing you in this though, and believe me I have thoroughly enjoyed this,” he growled whilst giving you a lascivious look to show you in no uncertain terms his appreciation for the article, “I think it would look much better on the floor now don’t you agree?”

Before waiting for your reply, the hand that had previously been toying with the strap started pulling it down, mirrored on the other side to remove the dress with you lifting your hips in an effort to aid his mission. When the dress reached your ankles, Loki lifted it and threw it over his shoulder, only for it to seemingly disappear mid air in a flash of green. Looking back to Lokis face you were greeted with a wide grin and small twinkle in his eye, clearly proud of himself for his display of magic. 

His eyes met yours before slowly trailing down your body taking every inch in and cataloguing it to memory. He took in a deep breath before meeting your nervous gaze, only instead of the disappointment you had half been expecting to see there, you could only find wonderment and lust. 

“I’ve imagined this moment so many times, but nothing could have prepared me for this, you are truly stunning kjaeraste.” he whispered before taking you into a bruising kiss once more.

Empowered in the knowledge that the god truly did wish to be here with you, and was thoroughly enjoying it, your own hands were sparked into action from where they had been resting round his neck, getting to work on pushing his back suit jacket from his shoulders, before the matching shirt and tie quickly followed. Whilst the jacket and shirt disappeared in a similar fashion to your dress, the tie remained and Loki placed it on the table beside the bed with a dark look and a wink. 

You took his small moment of distraction to admire the sculpted musculature of his back as he twisted to place the tie beside you, taking a more hands on approach when it came to the front and tracing your hands down his toned chest, taking extra time to admire the defined ‘v’ of muscle on his hips, an arrow pointing down into his trousers, inviting you to follow the light smattering of hair there and to reveal what lay below them. Before you had the chance to proceed though your thoughts were broken by Like somewhat smug voice 

“Enjoying the view there? I know I most certainly am” 

With a light blush that Loki’s eyes followed down from your face to your chest, you glanced back up at the god’s face, meeting his eyes, before shyly nodding before pulling him into another kiss before it could inflate his ego too much. 

The god’s clearly eager hands took the opportunity to fully divest you of your bra, and you sent a silent thank you to Nat in your head for picking out one of the few matching sets you owned before you were thoroughly distracted as Loki took it upon himself to worship your chest as if you were the deity out of the two of you. 

He moved gently at first, lapping at the skin in the valley between your breasts, taking his time before dedicating his attention towards one, with his hand coming up for the other. His tongue moved in concentric circles, closing in slightly each time until he reached your nipple, taking the opportunity to suck it into his mouth, grazing his teeth against it in a way that had you arching your back and letting out a quiet moan. All whilst he began rolling his hips into yours, letting you feel just how ready he was for you.

“Mmm darling now that’s what I’ve been wanting to hear” Loki revealed, then immediately resumed his ministrations on the other side in the hopes of getting you to repeat the noise.

You were already struggling to form any coherent thoughts at this point, but fully resigned yourself to it when Loki ripped your underwear from your body, the final piece hiding you away from him. He couldn’t resist circling a finger round your clit, dipping down to gather some of your wetness before continuing and watching your face as you whimpered from his touch. Maintaining the eye contact with you moments later when he brought his fingers up to his mouth, licking them clean, before his eyes slid shut in a pleased hum. 

With a shimmer of green, the rest of his own clothes disappeared, leaving you both on even ground, the proof of his arousal resting hotly against your inner thigh as he continued his ministrations with his hand. He moved to kiss from your collar bone up your neck, biting down on your pulse point with a growl of “mine” before soothing over the bite with his tongue and finishing with a nip of your ear, whispering as he did “I don’t think I can wait any longer darling, your s-so, fuck, so wet for me and I need to be inside you” 

You reached down to stroke him in time with his rhythm on your clit, before positioning him in place, teasing yourself with then feeling the head of his cock at your entrance. Looking up you noticed that Loki’s gaze was resolutely fixed on your entrance, biting his bottom lip as he fought for control to not just push himself right in. He looked to you once more, for reassurance that you did in fact want this, and obviously saw what he was looking for as he pushed himself in in one smooth thrust, his face scrunching in pleasure as he bottomed out inside you with a grunt. 

“Oh Norns darling you feel incredible, so tight and wet.” His head fell into the crook of your neck as he started a gentle rhythm, kissing your shoulder between pants of breath. 

You took the opportunity at being so close to him for the first time to explore his chest further with your hands, tracing the contours and faint scars from old battle wounds, making a mental note to ask about each one at some point in the future. 

His hips started to pick up in speed, moving in waves so that his pelvis dragged deliciously over your clit with each thrust. His hands made their way to your hips, grabbing onto them to pull you deeper into each thrust. You brought your legs up to wrap round his waist, wanting to maximise the skin to skin contact with him. 

When you began to roll your hips to meet his thrusts, it seemed to release the more carnal side in Loki. His eyes fluttering shut as his head fell back, releasing a groan. “Norns, you feel incredible darling, such a good fucking girl for me”

Feeling you clench around him as he praised you, a smirk graced his face in understanding. 

“Oh now that’s interesting, do you like being my good girl sweetheart?” 

“Lokiii” you moaned desperately in response, not wanting to have to admit it out loud

“As much as I love hearing my name between your lips, I’m going to need you to say it for me darling, use your words like a good girl” The evil sentence was followed by an equally devilish swirl of his hips brushing against the sweet spot inside you, causing you to arch up into him and let out another moan. Before he slowed his pace looking up at you with a smirk, telling you all you needed to know - he wasn’t going to resume his faster pace until you admitted what he wanted to hear. 

“Yes Loki, I-ah, I want to be your good girl” you managed to force out between his thrusts, his speed picking up now he had your confession, clearly spurred on by it and starting to feel his own release beginning to creep up on him.

“That’s all I needed you to say, now, ah fuck, now cum for me sweet girl, I want to feel you  squeezing around me, milking me.” His words were accompanied by one of his hands moving back down to swipe at your clit again, driving you head first into the strongest orgasm of your life, clenching down hard on him. 

“Ohh, yes that’s it my sweet girl, my good fucking girl” he moaned out as he kept up his pace, prolonging your orgasm and furiously chasing after his own.

“Yes, Loki, yes!” You cried out, bathing in the pleasure of your own climax, but wanting for him to join you now, to make him feel as good as you had made him feel. “Cum for me Loki, please, I need to feel you” you begged looking up at him whilst clenching around him each time he pulled out, only for him to push back in even harder on the next thrust. 

“Oh Norns, yes darling, you’ve got another one in you haven’t you? Cum for me again sweetheart so I can join you” he groaned whilst frantically rubbing your clit again, angling his hips to drag along your g spot inside you, sending you hurtling again into another climax, only this time dragging him along with you. 

“Fuck, I’m coming again, yes, Loki” you yelled out, clinging onto him and pulling him close, burying your face into his neck as he gave a final few thrusts before reaching his own high.

“Yes my goddess, you feel fucking incredible” he groaned out in the throws of his own climax, shooting deep inside you whilst rocking his hips, ensuring that every last drop was spilled inside you and nowhere else. 

He lowered himself down onto you, rolling to his side whilst pulling you with him, keeping you wrapped in his arms and close to his chest with no intention of letting go anytime soon. 

You snuggled in his chest, just content to be with him like this for a while. No words were needed between the two of you, you had already expressed everything that needed to be said. It was tangled together like this, your legs woven through his, that you fell asleep, a warm and calm feeling flowing through you both and easing you into a state of slumber. Happy to finally be in each others arms.  

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[donaweasley]

I Will Find You (Part 02)

Pairing: Loki x Fem!Asgardian!Reader

Plot:

Loki was back; but he’s gone again. And things have become worse than ever. Will it be possible to find a home again?

Part 1 to be found here

Warnings: Angst, smut (with a happy ending).

Read time: ~23 mins

Minors: DO NOT INTERACT! Please, sweeties, you’ll have your time for reading mature themes soon. It’s just not now. 🙂

Note: This is my first time writing smut and I’m totally freaking out!! It’s just not my zone, and I know it! So, please bear with me and leave me honest feedback if I should continue trying smutty things or should just leave it here.

They reached New Asgard almost two days after the incident. They would have probably reached the next night had (Y/N) not insisted on waiting there until Loki returned. Thor was exhausted both mentally and physically; he lost the battle and had no other choice but to wait with his headstrong sister in the cold.

(Y/N) could no longer feel him the way she had been able to all these years. But she was adamant; and the shock of losing Loki again made her more so. She believed that Loki could see her even if she could not see him. And she wanted him to see her sufferings, to understand what he had been putting her through, to realise his mistakes, and to come back.

But that never happened.

Dawn broke, and the light of the new day held every broken piece clear before her. Her obstinacy was not leading her anywhere. And then there was Thor, whose broken pieces were collected and smashed on the cold, hard floor again, only to shatter them further, with no hope of ever being put together again.

It was for his sake that she finally agreed to head home. Home! She did not even know what home was like anymore.

The next few days saw things getting worse than ever. (Y/N) became quieter but aggravating. Even Thor, whose smile could ease almost any situation she was in, could not decide how to approach her; walking on eggshells became a regular with the people around her.

The day things worsened was when (Y/N) shouted at the brother-like man in a drunken stupor.

When nothing could ease her pain, she resorted to alcohol, with the Valkyrie for company. The latter tried to push her away but she was resolute. After days of seeing (Y/N) wasting away, Thor decided to step in, but was met with a resentment that he had never imagined coming from her.

"I'm sorry to say this, Brunnhilde, but your drinking habits are getting you nowhere. And now you have dragged (Y/N) with you," he interrupted them one evening.

Before the Valkyrie could open her mouth in defence, a drunk (Y/N) rose to her feet, and staggered towards the older Odinson.

"No one has dragged me anywhere! Whatever I do, I do it on my own! And Who are you to say, huh? You drown your failures and your sorrows in alcohol all day. You shun away from your people and play some stupid game on your dumb box with your dumb friends. You, of all people, have no authority to preach others what to do and what not to do! You Odinsons…fuck you both! You have always lived your lives on your own terms, and never thought about the misery you cause others!! So, you, big, giant, warrior king Thor… please do not come stomping into my life, telling me how to live when you are living a life worse than death every single day!"

Brunnhilde managed to drag her back but not before the harm was done.

The next morning, a soft knock on Thor's door woke him up. With heavy legs, he dragged himself to open it, rubbing his eyes in the process.

He wasn't very surprised to find a sobered up (Y/N) waiting on the other side, with a tray of breakfast in her hands.

Without a word, he stepped aside, making room for her to enter. The place reeked of alcohol but who was she to complain now?

Gently placing the tray on the table, she turned towards him, only to find him disappearing underneath the sheets again.

"Forgive me for what I said yesterday. I was…"

"You were right," a muffled voice floated from inside the covers. "Why are you sorry for stating the truth?"

"Because that is not true, Thor! We both know I was out of my mind. It was not me but my anger talking, and… I am sorry, Thor. Please forgive me…if you can."

She turned to leave but a woeful call of her name made her stop.

"Please do not make yourself suffer because we failed you. You are worth much more."

She said nothing.

"Please get up and have food. Real food. Otherwise you will keep belching all day."

Almost two weeks had passed since they had returned from Tromsø. She made sure not to lash out at anybody anymore, but that also meant bottling everything up until at night when, in the company of darkness and solitude, she let all her emotions out through streams of tears that pooled onto her pillow.

It was another such night; insomnia was a regular visitor now. The rest of the village had fallen into a deep slumber but she sat awake with a book in hand, trying hard to decipher the simple words that her eyes ran over again and again. But her mind was elsewhere, as usual.

Suddenly, what seemed to be like a gentle tap on the door startled her. Her ears perked up. But there was no other sound. Dismissing it to be a figment of her imagination, she returned to her attempts at focusing on the book.

A few seconds later, it was there again. This time it was a clear knock - soft but clear.

Grabbing the hilt of her knife in one hand, she opened the door slightly. The sight before her made her freeze.

Loki was standing just beyond the threshold. The same look of exhaustion reigned in his entirety as she had seen almost a fortnight ago.

On one hand, she wanted to open the door wide and pull him inside and in a warm hug; she wanted her tears to wash all the pain away. On the other hand, she wanted to slash his throat open with the blade she held.

"Can you forgive me?" Loki's eyes pleaded with her.

She said nothing for a while but simply stared at him. The hand which held the knife wrapped so tightly around the hilt that her knuckles turned white.

"Can you forgive me if I shut the door on your face now?" She replied with an eerie calmness.

Loki's eyes cast downwards as he sighed. "I believe I would deserve that."

Silently, she opened the door wide enough for Loki to step inside. When he still stood outside, unsure whether to take the step or not, she spat, "Are you just going to stand there and let the cold wind rush in or are you going to do something?"

Nodding lightly, he stepped inside the cottage while (Y/N) closed the door.

Loki was home again. Or was he?

"I shall run a warm bath for you. Give me a moment."

He tried to call her but the name evaporated into an empty room as she ignored him and left.

She returned after a while, the same indifference stamped on her face.

"The bath is ready. You should find everything you need at hand. You may leave your clothes on the rack. I shall be back in a while."

"Where are you going?"

"To get some clothes for you. Despite what some might think, I do not have any man's clothes in my house."

Before Loki could utter a word, she exited the house, closing the door in her wake.

The damage that he had done lay bare before his eyes. A few moments of doubt and insecurity tore down everything that they had built over the years.

By the time she returned with a bunch of fresh but borrowed laundry, the house was quiet. She assumed that Loki was still in the bath.

"Are you still in there?" She asked with a small tap on the bathroom door.

"Uh...yes! Yes, I am."

"Try not to fall asleep in there. There are better ways to die than drowning in a bathtub."

Loki emerged from the bathroom a few moments later, a towel wrapped around his torso. She noticed that he had become thinner. A few faint scratches and small bruises marked his ivory skin here and there, especially his limbs. One particularly large and prominent bruise beside his right knee made her breath hitch.

Old habits urged her to run and wrap herself around him, to soothe all his pains, to kiss him all over and make love to him until they both fell asleep entangled in one another.

But recent events chained her from doing so. Swallowing the lump in her throat, she averted her eyes.

"There is a set of clean clothes on the bed. They may not fit perfectly but that is all I could manage in the middle of the night. I shall get you a new wardrobe tomorrow morning."

"(Y/N)!" Loki tried to stop her from walking away. "Please! Can I get one moment with you? Please?"

She still refused to look at him. "Have something first. And then we shall talk."

Loki stared at her as she disappeared into the kitchen. He had set this up for himself. And he should be the one fixing this, if only he could get a chance to.

As Loki had already assumed, dinner was unusually quiet. There wasn't much on the table - he did not expect anything at all in those late hours, especially after what he had done - but everything that was served smelled delicious. The fact that (Y/N) had prepared it all herself made them all the more special for him.

She sat quietly on the opposite end of the small table.

Clearing his throat, he asked timidly, "I know that you might have already had your meal but…will not have anything? You like midnight snacks, do you not?"

"Used to. And I am full anyway. You may start."

This was not going anywhere; at least not this way. He needed to give her more time, he realised.

Taking a deep breath, he took the first bite. Instinctively, his eyes closed and a moan left his sealed lips. He was starving and the food tasted divine in his mouth.

As (Y/N) observed him, a tiny smile surfaced on her stern features. But she quickly hid it before Loki opened his eyes.

Who knows how long he might have been starving!

The thought made her shiver. Her eyes almost welled up but she fought her emotions back, trying her best not to reveal herself before him.

"You are an exceptional cook!"

But Loki's compliment was met with another sharp response.

"I am average. It is only because you are famished that you find it good."

Loki did not utter another word until the meal was finished.

"Thank you, (Y/N), for having me."

His words did stop her in her tracks but she said nothing.

"Please, (Y/N)."

Loki placed a gentle hand on her shoulder, and the next thing that he felt was the sharp sting of cold metal on his Adam's apple.

Her face was inches away from his. She wore a facade of anger and hatred but her eyes shone with unshed tears.

"If you wish to kill me, I shall not fight," he spoke without wincing. "But please, I beg of you, do not alienate me. Do not push me away, please, love! I have suffered enough. And in that, I have made you suffer, too. Forgive me, (Y/N). Can you?"

"You said I did not deserve you," her hand shook just like her voice did. "You snapped our bond. You did not trust me. You accused me of infidelity when you know how much I love you!"

"I am sorry, love. I truly am! I… I saw you both together and… I do not know! I am sorry!" A tear rolled down his bony cheek.

"But you did not come back." The tears that had been held back were now cascading down her face.

"I did! I did but… I did not know how to face you. Or Thor. For eleven days and nights I roamed in and out of your village. I did not show myself to anyone lest they should tell you."

"And would that have been so bad?"

"I did not know how you would react. Or if you would have me. But then-"

"Then what?" The words came out but in whispers.

"I could not take it anymore. I had to come to you even if you kicked me out or killed me."

"I…" Words failed her. Everything became a blur as a tsunami of emotions tossed violently within her.

"Please accept me, (Y/N)," Loki's eyes bore into hers. "Please tell me that you still love me."

They did not realise when they had come so close that the words were almost breathed on each other's mouths. The knife that was held to his throat dropped to the floor with a sharp clang, and it was only then that they noticed their proximity.

She was unsure whether to act on her desires or to bring her ego between them.

"Please love me, (Y/N)!"

How could she say no to that plea?

Shoving her ego aside, she wrapped a hand around his neck and pulled him closer, immediately pressing her lips to his. They remained that way for a few seconds before moving with an impatience and a fervour that would have set the cottage aflame. His hands snaked around her waist and pulled her flush against him. Loki tilted his head to deepen the kiss, his tongue gliding against hers constantly in a harmonious dance. He tasted of apple pie. She tasted of cheap alcohol.

Her weight on him and the force with which she was kissing him, although immensely pleasurable, made him take a few steps backwards, thus making him hit the table. Bracing himself with his left hand, he regained his balance, and then mapped the said hand along her sides, remembering every curve along the way.

With a gentle push of his body, he took a few steps forward until their paths were blocked by a wall. Pinning her to it with his weight, he continued the ministrations of his mouth while his hands trailed the column of her neck, eventually causing one of them to get lost in her hair. The same happened to her: one hand felt the hardness and the warmth of his chest while the other was tangled in his dark locks. A quick tug on the hair at the nape of his neck resulted in a soft moan from the god: a blissful music to her ears!

When they finally tired themselves out, momentarily though, did they stop. Panting hard, breathing into each other's mouths, they remained still: bodies limp against one another, foreheads pressed together, hearts racing as they basked in the afterglow of their session.

"Tell me that you love me," Loki wished just loud enough for her to hear.

"Of course, I love you, you oaf!" She chuckled breathily. "Never doubt it. Ever!"

"It was a mistake I cannot forgive myself for."

"Now shut that beautiful mouth and come to bed," she slowly pulled herself away from his embrace. "You need rest. A lot of it."

"I do not. Not now. I need to love you," Loki insisted. "Please let me love you!"

"Believe me, I want to do nothing else but make sweet love to you." Loki's face brightened at the confession. "But that must wait. You need to heal first."

Seeing his frown, she laughed. It was just like old times again.

"Lie down with me?" She asked with a smile.

The god tried to protest but the yawn that broke through him declared otherwise.

Almost the entire night, or whatever was left of it, (Y/N) watched Loki: his bare chest rising and falling in the moonlight, like the sea during the tides, his hair splayed on the pillow challenging the night with its dark lustre. The mouth that had been kissing her passionately was now slightly parted. The movement beneath his closed eyelids spoke of some distant dream that he might be having. She silently prayed that it would be a good dream, one worth remembering.

The soft hum of the sea outside, paired with the cool light of the moon seemed to bring back the magic that was them.

And yet there was something off. The hollow of his cheeks were deeper than usual, his eyes were sunken and there were dark circles under them. And then there were the scars and bruises. She wondered what unimaginable pain he might have had to go through all this time. Questions regarding his escape from the ship, his whereabouts and other things spiralled her down an unfathomable hole, exhausting her mind thoroughly in the process.

(Y/N) did not realise when she had drifted off to sleep. When she awoke, she found the comfortable weight of an arm around her waist. Sleep-laden eyes opened to find a pair of green orbs staring at her face with an adoration that almost made her cry. Soft sunlight peeked in through the curtains, lighting the room up with a heavenly glow. Or was it the presence of the god that made it all so special?

She did not know. She did not care. Loki was with her. She was in his arms. That was all that mattered. Everything else had to be beautiful!

"Did you sleep well?" Loki's deep voice, accentuated by the raspiness of sleep, floated into her ears like ethereal music.

"I did. After a long, long time, I did sleep well. And you?"

"Same here." His face contorted as he tried to stifle an obstinate yawn.

(Y/N) giggled, "Just let it out!" And he obeyed.

For a long while they lay awake, simply looking at each other, tracing lazy patterns on one another, neither willing to put an end to the moment.

"I cannot believe I finally found you," Loki smiled.

"You always do," she played with a strand of his hair.

"First things first," he said and placed his fingers against her temple.

She felt the same tingling sensation that she had felt years ago when Loki had shared his magic with her.

"Do you feel me now?" He asked with a soft smile.

"More than ever!" A tear escaped down the corner of her eye.

Loki leaned in and placed a chaste kiss on her mouth, followed by another, and another, until they were both entangled with each other, their lips and tongues caressing the other ardently.

His hand grazed the length of bare skin on her legs until he was met with the hem of her pyjama shorts. Pushing past the barrier, his fingers trailed upwards. Her breath hitched when his hand rolled over and squeezed her clothed ass.

"Loki…" She moaned breathily as her tongue gently traced the column of his neck until she found that sweet spot below his ear that always turned him into jelly. There, she left a small bite, immediately soothing it with a lap of her tongue.

The groan that left Loki urged her to explore the skin of his shoulder, down his collarbone and onto his chest. She left small, open-mouthed kisses as she moved downwards, taking the skin between her teeth here and there, earning her precious rewards of hisses and groans from Loki. Moving upwards, she gently rolled a nipple between her teeth, and watched as Loki's head rolled backwards.

"Still sensitive, are we?" She smirked while Loki looked at her with lust-filled eyes, his gorgeous mouth hanging open in anticipation.

(Y/N) worked her tongue and teeth on his chest, making him produce all kinds of sinful sounds, before moving south again. Meanwhile Loki's hands moved across her back, trying hard to peel the t-shirt off her but failing.

Amidst all the lust and need, her mind worried about the marks on his otherwise perfect skin.

What were they? What happened? How?

But she did not want the moment to be ruined. Carefully threading her way through the marks, she carried on her path of desire.

“Tell me if I hurt you, will you?” She smiled at him.

“You can never hurt me,” he rasped.

“Just tell me if I do,” she insisted, and he nodded.

Before long she found the trail of dark hair that led to the treasure they had both been awaiting. The bulge in his sweatpants was inviting. But instead of giving Loki what he wanted, she continued her trail of kisses over his clothed skin, her thumb exploring the secrets just beneath the waistband. This continued for a while, making Loki even more frustrated. 

Just as she was about to hook her fingers under the band of the pants, she was flipped. With a squeal, she landed on the mattress, with Loki hovering over her.

"You have been a tease for quite long, darling," he growled. Oh, how she loved that sound! "Now, it is my turn. But first, this has to go." He tugged the t-shirt that she was wearing.

"Do not tear it, please!" (Y/N) quickly held his wrist before he could rip it in shreds. "I do not have many," she confessed with a sad smile.

Loki's eyes softened at the admission. "I will not."

Gently, and with her help, he pushed the garment up and over her arms, until it was lying on the floor.

The sight before him made him groan. Bending down, he buried his face in her naked chest and inhaled her scent, followed by a soft kiss. Slowly but intentionally, his hands mapped her breasts, kneading and squeezing them. His tongue and teeth played with the taut bundles on top making her whimper and squirm beneath him, until he released her with a small pop!

With hands still locked on the swells of her chest, his mouth made its way downwards, the curls on his head leaving a feathery tickle in their wake.

"May I?" He asked with his fingers hooked under the band of her shorts.

"Stop being a tease!!" She whined, making him laugh.

But Loki had to be a tease. He pulled the band down as slow as possible, kissing every inch of skin that was being exposed in the process.

"Damn you!" She cursed.

This made him finally whisk away the fabric, adding it with the other discarded piece.

"You are so gorgeous!" His breath, hot on her mound, made her rub her thighs together.

"No, darling, keep them open for me." He gently parted them with his hands, and lowered his head.

"Loki!" It was not a moan or a whine. It was a call that made him look at her with worry.

"Not now," she pleaded. "I need you right now. Please!"

"Good. For I cannot bear this any longer."

By the time Loki got rid of the pants, (Y/N) was sitting on her knees, unable to hold herself anymore. Hugging her tight, he brought her on his lap, and kissed her passionately, grinding himself on her wet folds all the time.

Hoisting her up, he aligned himself with her and slowly brought her down until he was fully sheathed in her. Closing their eyes, they both relished the feeling for a few seconds - the feeling of being one, of being complete, of reliving all similar memories that they had created together back in Asgard.

She latched her mouth to his, and slowly started moving. It was slow, unhurried, unlike their state of mind a couple of minutes ago, and like the movement of their tongues in that very moment. She could feel him everywhere, inside her, outside her, as though she was enveloped in him. After all these years, she felt a sharp sting at the stretch. But it was a pain she was willing to bear everyday if it meant that she could be with Loki.

(Y/N) rotated her hips leisurely, while Loki placed open-mouthed kisses along her collarbone. Eventually, she started increasing her pace, turning his kisses into grazes of teeth.

That was until Loki could take no more. Digging his fingers into her hips, he took control of her movements. This new manoeuvre left her empty with only the tip inside before he slammed into her, reaching her deepest parts. A loud scream escaped her as he touched her most sensitive parts.

Loki shushed her. He panted between his thrusts, "You…do not…want…the…village…to-"

"I cannot help it!" She shouted.

That very moment, her walls fluttered around him, and a loud animalistic groan escaped him.

"See?" She smirked.

Loki locked his mouth with hers, both of them moaning and panting into each other, muffling the sounds that should have remained only within the confines of their chambers.

"Touch yourself!" Loki commanded.

When she did not obey, he admitted, "I shall not last long. Please, love, touch yourself. I want to come with you."

This time she did as was asked, reaching between their sweaty bodies, rubbing herself as Loki incessantly rocked her and slammed into her. Biting on the sensitive skin on his neck she let out a guttural moan as the coil in her stomach tightened. Her walls clenched around him, making him cry out her name. His movements became sloppy and so did hers. Holding her tight and burying his face in her shoulder, he pushed into her a few more times before asking her to let go, finding his own release with her.

They remained still for a while, catching their breath, floating in bliss and peppering each other with kisses wherever possible. At length, she pulled away but just enough to give him a long kiss on the mouth.

"Do these hurt?" She lightly traced his scars.

He shook his head slowly.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"Not now."

Nodding, she pressed another kiss to his lips. A confusion spread across her face when Loki wrapped her legs around his waist.

"What are you doing?" She smiled.

"Hold on tight."

"What-"

Her question was left incomplete as Loki grabbed her ass with one hand and, balancing himself with the other hand, got off the bed with her.

"We do not want to spoil the sheets, do we?" A mischievous glint shone in his eyes. "And… I was feeling sort of lonely in the bath yesterday. Would you like to join me?"

"Certainly!" She kissed him as he carried her to the bathroom, still buried inside her.

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"It is time we told Thor. And everyone for that matter," (Y/N) said while preparing brunch.

Before Loki could answer, a loud knock startled them.

"Lady (Y/N)," Thor's voice boomed, "it has been quite late and you have not been out of your house. Are you feeling unwell?"

"Let me handle this," Loki, clad in the clothes from the previous night, sauntered towards the door.

Taking a deep breath, he opened the door. "Hello, brother!"

The said brother stood still like a statue for a few seconds before landing a hard punch to the younger one's face.

Hearing someone stumble, (Y/N) came running to the scene to see Thor pull Loki into a bear hug. He was sobbing.

"It is good to see you, too, brother," Loki smiled and patted his back.

Home was indeed beautiful.

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Deepest Desire | Loki x Reader

A/N: (This is the second part of my first Loki x Y/N story). Loki reveals a long kept secret, showing the reader a vulnerable side of him that he has never shown anyone before.

Pairing: Loki x reader

Word count: 1.2k

Warnings: Cursing, passionate kissing, slight roughness, mention of sex, sexual terms

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You take a shaky breath, trying to make sense of Loki’s words.

“What do you mean? Why did you…?” You can’t think straight, can’t form the right words or ask the right questions.

Loki delicately cups your chin in his strong fingers, turning your head slightly so your gaze meets his own.

“Y/N…” Loki takes a deep breath, building up the courage to tell you the truth.

“Thor told me he intended to court you. He told me he was driven mad by his affection for you.” He swallows hard.

“Loki I…” Loki silences you, placing his index finger over your red lips. You gasp slightly at the sensation.

“I’m sorry Y/N.” His voice hardly above a whisper.

You meet his gaze once again. His eyes look different somehow, an intensity glowing in them that you can’t quite comprehend.

“Loki?”

“Y/N I…” He stalls, inhaling sharply. You plead to him with your eyes, silently begging him to tell you what is on his tormented mind. His eyes soften.

“I couldn’t bear the thought.” He is staring into your eyes, holding your gaze. You want to peel your eyes away, to look anywhere else, but you can’t. It is as though he has enchanted you with his bright blue eyes, staring so intensely into your own.

“I just…” he gently cups your cheek in his hand. You subconsciously lean into his touch, earning a small, sad smile.

“I snapped. I struck him with my bare hands.” His voice is laced with self hatred.

“Loki…” This time you are the one to cup Loki’s cheek in your delicate hand. You run your soft thumb over his jaw. He takes a ragged breath.

“Y/N… I left a mark. My own brother…” tears well up in his eyes. You stroke his cheek gently with your thumb. You lean forward slightly, just close enough so he can feel your warm breath on his face.

“And yet he left a mark that will never fade.” You tentatively run your fingers over his healing wound. You can feel his heartbeat grow more rapid as you caress his scarred skin.

“Y/N?” Loki’s voice has suddenly shifted, sounding almost worried. “What would you have done?”

You raise one eyebrow, confused.

“If Thor were to court you, what would you do.” Loki’s voice cracks with pain. It pains your heart how little Loki believes he is worth. You run your hand up his arm, earning a shiver from him.

“Loki, I have no interest in your brother. My heart is elsewhere.” Your voice is confident and unwavering.

Loki sighs sadly.

“Well, whoever your heart belongs to, they are truly, very lucky.” He avoids making eye contact.

“Loki? What are you getting at?” You lift his chin gently with no more than the tips of your fingers. He rests his head in your hand.

“Y/N…” he lifts his head, his eyes glued to yours. You can clearly see the longing in his eyes.

You cannot contain the shiver that visibly runs through your entire body as he reaches up to gently caress the side of your now flushed face.

“Oh Y/N.” Loki runs his fingertips up the side of your face, brushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear. Your skin crawls beneath his gentle touch.

“Sweet, beautiful Y/N.” He leans forward, his breath like fire on the sensitive skin of your cheeks”

“Regardless of who your heart belongs to Y/N,” he breathes, “my heart will forever be yours, and your alone.” You gasp, shocked by his sudden confession. You are frozen in place, unable to move or speak as Loki slowly leans in, eyes locked on yours. He tentatively presses his lips to yours, but pulls away almost instantly, noticing your hesitation.

“I’m so sorry. Y/N I am so, so sorry.” He shifts away from you, running his hands through his dark, curly hair. You don’t know how to react.

You had fallen in love with Loki years ago. You had dreamt of him. Every night you had dreamt of him kissing you. Wanting you in the same way you wanted him. But you never thought that he would want you outside of your dreams, in reality. It was overwhelming.

“L… Loki?” Your voice is hoarse. You aren’t sure if he heard, until…

“Y/N I’m so sorry.” You look to Loki, only to find his gaze fixed firmly on you. A single tear runs down his cheek. That sets you off. You shift in the bed, position yourself on your knees in front of the God. Loki was normally so proud and firm, but the god sitting in front of you now was so vulnerable. You’d never once seen him like this.

“Loki…” Your voice was so soft, you could barely even hear yourself speak.

Loki lifts his head. Everything about his expression screams self hatred. He is so ashamed of himself.

You lean forward, your lips inches away from his. You stare intensely into his slightly widened eyes.

“Loki.” This time you say his name as if it is something sacred, something precious as a new life.

His eyes water. You know he is not used to being spoken to with such tenderness. He inches forward, bringing his lips so close to yours you can feel the heat radiating from them.

“Loki. I’m the one who should be sorry.” A tear runs down your cheek.

Loki looks like he’s about to say something, but you cut him off, carefully pressing your lips to his. He hesitates, only for a moment, then kisses you back, his lips softly exploring yours. You continue exploring each other’s mouths, swirling your tongues around each other. He wraps his arms around your core, pulling you gently onto his lap. You hold onto his shoulders for support, and give his bottom lip a gentle nip, causing him to groan with pleasure. He digs his nails into your back, sinking through the fabric of your shirt. You whimper, more from shock than pain. Loki loosens his hold on you, moving his lips away from yours for a moment to make sure you’re alright. You pull him back in, smashing your lips against his. Suddenly you feel his length growing harder beneath you. He groans, kissing you with so much fire and passion you feel you might melt.

When you finally pull away from him, you are both out of breath. Loki could run a marathon without breaking a sweat, yet here he was, breathing heavily, sweat beading on his forehead, his hard length now pressing uncomfortably against his jeans.

“Loki.” You moan out his name. Loki sighs.

“Gods Y/N. I… I want you so badly.” Loki pulls you even closer to him, breaths ragged.

You unconsciously rock your hips forward. It’s very slight movement, but still enough to make Loki’s already painfully hard cock twitch.

“Loki,” you breathe, “ I n…need you.” Loki groans, now sure you desire him just as much as he desires you.

“Oh, gorgeous girl. You have always been my deepest desire.” He moans, lightly bucking his hips up into you.

“Now, finally, I can have you in every way possible.” He smiles, slipping his hands beneath your shirt. He looks to you for consent.

“Are you ready sweet girl?” His voice is so smooth, and sweet like honey. You nod.

“Yes Loki. Please. Fuck me.”

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Next part coming soon…

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Loki but..just being pampered by reader

I am so sorry this took forever!! I came up with a few things and I hope you like the end result. I wanted to have the reader pamper Loki physically and emotionally 💚 Thank you for the request💚

Title: Home is Where The Heart Is

Pairings: Loki X Reader

Warnings: Language, Fluff & Smut

Summary: Loki has a shitty visit on Asgard. All he wants to do is be home with you.

Loki was furious, this was exactly why he hated coming home. Every time he saw Odin, there was an argument, nothing was ever enough. He was never enough. All Loki wanted to do was get home to his wife, his mortal wife that Odin refused to acknowledge. Every time he had to come to Asgard to check in with Odin he requested his wife join him and Odin always refused. Mother always tried to sway him but he would not budge, it was a sore spot for the Allmother and Alllfather. Frigga wanted to meet you so badly, she wanted to meet the woman that saved her son but she feared that day would not come. It made Loki sad all the time, what he would give to have the two of you meet. 

Loki was currently in his chambers cooling off after a meeting with his father and some of his advisors. He was sitting by the fire drinking some wine when there was a knock on the door.

“Enter.”, he calls out.

Frigga walks in, “Loki, I heard the meeting with the council got a little heated this afternoon.”

Loki doesn’t move his gaze from the fire, “yes…the council wishes for me to marry one of the princesses of Vanaheim…they feel a political marriage will help the realms move on from my transgressions.”

“Oh my son..”, Frigga looks down to the floor.

“I am already married mother. Happily. I will not leave her for anything in this universe. I would sooner give up my titles.”, Loki declares confidently.

“I know my son, they should not have suggested otherwise.”

He looked at her for a moment and then looked back to the fire, “they didn’t exactly suggest I marry in the immediate future.”

“Oh?”

“No, they suggested I marry after y/n…after she is gone.”

Frigga was silent for a moment, “my son…is that the worst outcome for you? You will be terribly lonely when y/n goes to Valhalla.”

Loki rises from his chair, “I will not replace her! She will be the mother of my children, we will raise them happily and have a wonderful life together…when Valhalla calls her I will remain faithful until I join her.”

“Loki…that is a long time to wait..”

“There is no one else for me in this universe mother..no one..and anyone you try to force on me will have a miserable life as my wife. I will give them no children. No love. Nothing. If Odin thinks to force this on me I will leave and never return.”

Frigga looks down again but then walks over to her beloved son, “I hope to one day meet this woman that you love so fiercely in person. To be honest I was surprised you were still here, I thought you would’ve left for Midgard as soon as you could.”

Loki grabs her hands, “I wanted to see you before I left, I want you to officially meet her mother. You would adore her.”

“Of course I would my son, a woman who could make you love so deeply and completely must be an extraordinary woman. I can tell she’s lovely from our short conversations”, Frigga had been able to speak to you telepathically a few times.

“I only managed to find such a fine woman because you showed me the type of woman I should be looking for.”, Loki smiles.

“Silver tongue..when are you leaving?”, Frigga smiles and laughs at her son.

“In the morning, I wish to calm myself before returning to her. She can always feel my irritation when I come back home.”

“Home.. I never thought I would see the day when you would consider Midgard home.”, she says almost sadly.

“Home is wherever y/n is…”, Loki says quietly.

Frigga kisses Loki’s cheek, “goodbye my son, I will see you soon yes?”

He nods, “of course mother, maybe next time Odin will approve of y/n joining me and you can finally meet her.”

“I’ll pray to the Norns that he does. I love you my son.”, she pulls him in for a hug.

He wraps his arms around her and closes his eyes, “I love you too mother.”

With that Frigga leaves his rooms leaving a restless Loki behind her. He decided to leave to Midgard immediately, he needed his wife. He transports to the Bifrost and asks Heimdall to send him to Midgard. He lands on the Bifrost landing pad at Stark’s compound, it was late at night and he expected you to be asleep. He didn’t even bother going through the building he just transports directly to your shared rooms, he didn’t want to risk any of the people that irritate him making him even more angry. A lot of the inhabitants of the compound annoy him so the chance of that happening was high. 

The living room and kitchen were pitch black, Loki is greeted by their cat. Y/n returned from the store one day with him in her purse. He remembers that day well, you showed up teary eyed because you found a sickly kitten in the street, abandoned and left to die. She has a soft spot for strays my wife. She came to me with her tear filled eyes begging me to keep him, saying that he chose her. How can a feline choose someone to be their owner? But she was insistent. My beautiful wife. I don’t deserve such a kind hearted woman but somehow the Norns saw fit to send her to me when I needed her the most.

Loki reaches out and gives the cat some of the greeting he was looking for, “hello Ollie, where’s mommy? Hmm? Where is she?”

“Meow..”, Oliver takes his cuddles and runs in the direction of their bedroom.

Loki smiles and follows him, what confused Loki was when he walked in, the bed was empty. He looks over to the bathroom and he sees a warm light coming from the partially opened door, he gets closer and he can hear you softly humming. He peeks his head in and he sees you sitting on the edge of the tub, your hand in the water testing the temperature. He doesn’t want to scare you so he knocks softly, you look up and see him at the door.

“Hi..”, he greets softly.

“Hey you”, you stand and walk over to him. The white robe you’re wearing basically only covering the important bits. It was making Loki’s bits react. You wrap your arms around his neck and give him a sweet kiss, “welcome home.”

Loki smiles at you and kisses you again, deepening it slightly, “thank you darling.” Loki looks over your shoulder and sees the bath tub was filled with bubbles and rose petals, candles filled the room filling it with a comfortable, sexy lighting. “What’s all of this? Having a romantic night alone?”, Loki asks.

You look down bashfully and then you bring your eyes back up to his, “well to be honest…your mom told me you were coming home..”

“What?!”, Loki’s eyes go wide in surprise.

“She sent me a message”, she taps on her head, “she said that you had a tough meeting with Odin and the council and you were coming home sooner rather than later.”

“Ah..”, Loki nods his head in understanding. He hates that the only way you and Frigga have ever talked has been through this telepathic communication but it’s better than nothing.

Y/n starts to remove his dress robes, “let me take care of you baby. Let me help you feel better.”

“Just being home with you makes me feel better darling. Why do you think I came home tonight instead of tomorrow? I needed to be in your presence.”

You kiss him sweetly again and continue removing his clothing, Loki gets lost in your touches and starts moaning in your mouth. He tugs at your robe and it falls open, he pulls away from you slightly and looks at what you have underneath..nothing. Just the way he likes it. Always ready for him.

“Uh uh my prince, your bath is going to get cold.”

Loki walks over the tub and puts his hand in the water using his seidr to heat it back up, “there we go..just the way you like it.”

“This isn’t about me tonight. I want to take care of you baby.”, you lean in and kiss him again. You push on his chest so he takes a seat at the edge of the tub and you kneel down in front of him to take off his boots. If Loki wasn’t hard before he certainly was now. You kiss the top of his feet and tell him to stand up so you can remove his pants. You’re still on your knees in front of him when you pull down his pants, his cock now free from the confines of them. You see his cock standing proudly in front of you and take a lick of the tip.

“Fuuucckk…”, Loki’s head falls back, the feeling of your mouth on him making his heart start to pump harder and harder. You start to suck him with purpose and as Loki was getting close to his end you stop. “Come on baby, bath time.”, you smile and stand holding your hand out. Loki grabbed your hand slightly out of breath and helps you get in the bathtub. You sit down and tug on Loki’s hand telling him to join you in the tub without words. He gets in and you move him around so his back is facing you. 

“Darling? I came home so I can see you…”, Loki attempts to turn around.

“Uh uh uh…I told you. I’m taking care of you tonight.”, you take some of the soap and lather it up in your hands. You start to massage it into his shoulders and back, he leans forward slightly so you can get to his lower back. The feelings you were making him feel causing his cock to bob and pulsate under the water. He leans his head back and kisses you deeply, you now have access to his chest so you continue to soap up and massage his chest and abdomen. You work your hands lower to his aching cock and start to pump him slowly. Loki starts to breathe heavily, you can feel the signs of his cock getting ready to release. You stop jerking him off under the water and he whines.

“Shh…don’t worry baby, I’ll take care of you.”, you whisper in his ears.

“Mmm..yes…please….”, Loki begs.

“Let’s finish up in here and then we can take this to the bedroom.”, you tell him your plan.

Loki doesn’t respond verbally, he just nodded his head.

You work some shampoo into his hair and massage his scalp, you do the same with the conditioner and because he insisted Loki did the same to you. You specifically told him no funny business. Tonight was about his pleasure, not so much yours.

Once you both were sufficiently cleaned you get out of the tub and Loki being the impatient God he is, used his seidr to dry you both off. You lead him to the bedroom and tell him to get in bed. He gets in the center and lays down with his hands behind his head, his cock standing proudly.

“What now my darling girl?”, he asks. Curious to see what you had planned for him.

“I’m going to ride you.”, you tell him matter of factly. 

“Yes ma’am.”, he smiles excitedly.

You crawl on the bed and rub your pussy on him, Loki was becoming a moaning mess. His hips are reactively snapping up to get more contact and finally reach home inside you. You finally take pity on him and let him slowly enter you. You moan as he fills you all the way up.

“Fuck Loki…you feel so good baby…that cock always makes me feel so good.”

Loki snaps his hips up hitting you on just the right spot, “you feel so tight…mmMm…fuck…”

You force your hips down and grind on him, your hips circling him deliciously and when you start feeling your own orgasm creeping up you start to bounce on him. Your strong legs supporting you and you bounce and bounce, pulling off of him almost completely and then slamming back down.

“Yes my girl…yes…ride me…use my cock…cum on me my princess…I want it…”

His hands start to roam on your breasts and then finally he wraps his hands around your throat and squeezes lightly. Your pussy immediately starts to pulsate and your orgasm shoots through your body. 

“Loki! Fuck! Yes!! Yes!!”, you scream his name. You know how much he loves hearing his name while your cumming.

Loki is slamming into you and he finally loses his control and flips you over, his cock still buried in you. “I’m going to cum in this sweet pussy…I just don’t know how I want to do it…how do you want it?” He moves slowly as you come down from your orgasm, his hips slowly rotating into you. You grab his ass so he can maintain this amazing tempo, every squeeze you give him on his ass he moans. You start to squeeze his cock with your pussy too and that seems to spur him on. He pulls back and smacks you on the side of your leg, “hands and knees..now.”

You don’t waste any time, as soon as he pulls out of you you turn around, put your ass in the air while you put your weight on your forearms. Loki slaps your ass and you moan from the feeling, you loved it when Loki smacked your ass during sex. He knew that your pussy contracts every time he does it so he enters you roughly and gives you another smack. He felt your pussy react to it and it brought him closer to his end. Loki goes on over drive he starts to fuck you with everything that he had.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Darling. I’m cumming.”, Loki was so lost in the amazing feelings he was currently feeling that he could no longer hold back his orgasm. He fills you up and his hips continue to lazily push into you until he feels his cock finish pouring his essence into you.

“Oh my sweet wife..”, he starts to rub your now red ass cheek. “Darling, how right I was coming home to you as soon as possible.”

You turn your head and smile at him, “I guess I should’ve saved the bath for after the sex huh?”

Loki huffs a laugh and uses his magic to clean them both up.

“Mmm..thank you baby.”, you give him a kiss.

You cuddle up on his chest after he lays down next to you, “are you ok baby?”, you ask him.

He looks down at you confused, “I’m amazing darling, you make me so happy…this was…everything I needed.”

“What happened on Asgard that made you so upset?”, you ask him.

He sits up and runs his hands through his hair, “I would rather not speak of it.”

You sit up and wrap your arms around his waist from behind and place your chin on his shoulder, “it seems like it’s bothering you whatever it is…I just want you to know I’m here to talk about it if you want to.”

He closes his eyes, breathes deeply and looks at you, “the council is suggesting that I…remarry when you go to Valhalla…that I marry someone of status from another realm that can bring good fortune to Asgard. I told them I will not..I will not dishonor your memory so..”

You look down, “oh..”

He lifts up your face with his finger, “this is why I didn’t want to tell you…”

You give him a soft smile, “Loki it might be hard for you to accept but maybe you should consider it..”

He looks at you like you’ve lost your mind, “I beg your pardon? No you will be my first and last wife. End of discussion.”. He pulls himself away from you and stands up out of bed, he walks over to the window completely bare looking like a beautiful statue. It’s raining outside so the rain flowing down the window makes shadows on his porcelain skin. My god he is gorgeous.

You get out of bed, pulling the blanket with you. You pad over to him and wrap your arm around him from behind.

“Talk to me.”, you implore him.

He releases a breath, “I don’t wish to speak of this. The idea of losing you…it’s not something I wish to imagine.”

“But it’s going to happen…and I don’t want you to be alone Loki. You deserve to be loved…”

“I am loved!”, he turns around abruptly. “By you. I will be loved by the children you give me for the rest of my life. I will need no more than that.”

“Loki…”

“No.”

He walks away from you, using his seidr to put on some sleep pants. He walks into the kitchen and gets a glass of water. Oliver meows at him from the counter, Loki looks at him and gives him a quick cuddle. He doesn’t hear you walk into the room.

“He loves it when you’re home. He misses you so much when you’re gone.”

Loki smiles at the feline, “I am fond of him as well.” He looks over at you and offers a small smile, “I’m sorry…you gave me such a wonderful night and I’ve ruined it.”

“No baby”, you walk up to him and wrap your arms around his waist and put your head on his chest. “I love you and I want to take care of you…always…even when I’m not here.”

He looks down and nods, “I know…it’s just…the thought of being with someone else...”, he shakes his head not able to finish. 

You reach your hands up, “you don’t have to think about it right now..we still have plenty of time…and when I’m not here anymore…”, you stop speaking when Loki’s eyebrows furrow and he looks down again. You force his face back up and see tears in his eyes, “when I’m not here anymore…I want you to move on…I want someone to be here to take care of you, the thought of leaving you alone”, you shake you head to stave off your own tears, “you deserve love Loki…it breaks my heart to think that you would close yourself off from love…and your love is such a beautiful gift Loki. To be loved by you is…extraordinary…you are extraordinary…I love you”.

A tear falls down his face, “I love you too my heart…always.”

“Promise?”

He smiles, “I promise.”

The end…

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[icompletelysawthatcoming]

Summary: While out with Loki, Thor, and Valkyrie, you and Loki are left alone while the other two go off to do whatever, things sure do happen.

Warnings: 18+. Smut. Language. Drunk Sex. Dominate Loki. Sub Reader. Vaginal Sex. Praising.

Y/n sat down in one of the chairs, looking down at the bottle.

Loki shrugged, sitting down next to her. "Well, if they're not going to drink it then there's no point in us just staring at it as if it'll disappear." He said as he grabbed the bottle and opened it with ease.

"Don't you think we need shot glasses or something?" Y/n asked, rubbing the back of her neck.

"I don't see any shot glasses unless you want to take turns." He shrugged.

"I'm down." Y/n said, leaning herself back against the chair. "But make sure to excuse me if I get a little tipsy too quick. I'm a light-weight!" She smiled, holding the bottle up to her lips to drink some of it.

"It's alright, Y/n. Let's just enjoy the night, especially since those two practically ditched us." Loki chuckled, Y/n nodded, passing the bottle back to him.

That's how the next hour went on, them passing the bottle back and forth between each other until they were eventually all out of whiskey and was left laughing at each others past.

"Goodness, I can't believe that guys dad chased you around like that after only a kiss." Y/n laughed, some of her words slurring but Loki was able to understand her since they were in the same state.

"Exactly! I wouldn't even call it a kiss! We kind of just head-butted each other." Loki laughed with Y/n, whose laughs just got louder. "Do you know how much it hurt running around the place back and forth with a headache?!"

"No, but I can imagine! Damn, I feel bad for you." Y/n smiled.

"No you don't." He huffed, looking up at the sky.

"You're right, I don't." She laughed again, following his gaze to see what he was looking at. "What are you staring at, god boy?" Y/n asked jokingly, resting her head on his shoulder.

"The constellations." He answered.

"Don't you need a microphone to look at those?" She asked, lazily sitting up.

"Do you mean stethoscope?" He chuckled.

"Stethoscope? No no! That's like, a big word, there's no way they use that— I think they use a . . . oh! They use a telescope!" Y/n finally remembered, stretching her arms.

Loki chuckled before pointing up at one of the stars. "That one kind of reminds me of you."

"Uh-huh." She nodded, looking up at what he pointed to. " . . . Why?" She asked.

"Because it's small and in the way of the other big stars." Loki snickered.

Y/n groaned and soon enough sat herself on his lap, eyeing him down, Loki was now laying down with Y/n on top of him.

"Why are you sitting on my lap?" Loki asked, making direct eye contact with her.

"Because I . . ." Y/n paused, struggling to think of something to say. "You know why? Because you're annoying, and I wanted to block your view of the stars!" She scoffed.

Loki scoffed back, placing his hands on her inner thighs. "Hey, that's not fair, you can see the stars but I can't?" He asked, flipping their positions so that he was now on top of her. "You're the only star I want to see, and i'm the only star you need to see." He hummed before he leaned down closer to her face, having their foreheads against each other.

"Why do you say that?" Y/n asked, keeping eye contact with him.

"You want me to say it?" Loki let out a long sigh, burying his face in her neck.

"Go ahead."

Loki snickered a bit. ". . . I think we'd make a hot couple." He admitted, the two immediately began laughing again.

After the laughter died, Y/n felt a smirk forming on her face. "Prove it."

"Pardon?" He asked.

"You heard me. Prove it. Prove that you really want me, Loki."

Loki lifted himself up from the crook of Y/n's neck, looking down at her. He couldn't believe that she said that to him. "Do you mean that right now?"

"I'm on the pill, why wouldn't I?" Y/n shrugged.

"You're going to regret this, darling." Loki said, his voice suddenly got darker.

Y/n's eyes widened, about to say something else but Loki leaned back down and smashed his lips against hers. The kiss was slow, but sensual. He wanted to savor the taste of her lips.

Loki kept his hands securely around her waist, biting down on her lower lip in order to make her open her mouth. Y/n let out some sort of a whine as his tongue explored her mouth, eventually letting their tongues go together until Loki pulled away.

"Loki . . ." Y/n breathed out, watching him trail his kisses down her collarbone. "Loki~" She whimpered, watching his hand palm her clothed pussy. "Loki, please— Oh my god . . . " she whined, nibbling on her lower lip.

"Look at you . . . already whimpering and whining and I haven't even undressed you yet." Loki let out a dark chuckle, using his free hand to fondle with her breasts. "Spit it out already, what do you want me to do to you?"

Y/n let out a transient moan, feeling that familiar knot in her lower abdomen even though he wasn't even touching her all of the way. "Loki . . . I want you to fuck me, I want you to use me until I can't take it anymore." Y/n explained shamelessly, trying to move her hips against him.

Loki gave her a short laugh, watching her move her hips against his hand as if she was looking for more. "My queen." He darkly chuckled, removing his hands from her. Loki didn't waste anymore time and tugged off the shorts she had on, looking down at her panties that were soaked from her wetness.

"Look at you, I haven't even laid a finger on your clit yet and you're already soaked." He said, moving her panties to the side. He let out a groan, placing his thumb on her clit, patting her cheek before he went down her body until his face was eye level with her pussy.

"Loki . . ." Y/n whined after Loki started rubbing her clit at a very slow pace.

"What is it you want from me again?" He acted clueless.

"Fuck me, please." Y/n whispered in a nearly inaudible, shaky tone.

Loki suddenly shoved two digits into her cunt, earning a sharp moan from her. "Sorry, I didn't hear you." He hummed.

Loki roughly rubbed Y/n's clit, thrusting his fingers into her. "Loki, please just fuck me already." She moaned while he smirked, pulling out his fingers.

Loki took off his shirt, tossing it to the side of her head before he began to take off his pants. Y/n watched him with desperation in her eyes, keeping her legs spread for him. "Take your shirt off for me, dear, I want to see every part of you." He smiled lovingly, making her heart melt. Y/n removed her top, placing it next to her which left her completely nude body out for him to see. "You're so fucking gorgeous." He groaned, leaving her flustered.

Loki looked down at her and grinned, leaning down to kiss her again. He held his dick in his hands, stroking it slowly. Loki placed his tip between her folds, letting her wetness coat his cock. "Loki . . ." Y/n whimpered, squirming around a little.

"Shit . . . so tight, loosen up for me, will you?" He smacked her thigh, not wasting anytime and starting to pound into her with a great pace.

"Fuck, faster." She moaned, it being muffled due to her hand covering her mouth.

Loki gritted his teeth, using his free hand to rub her clit. Y/n felt her walls relax around his throbbing cock, taking him well. "You're doing so good, dear." Loki praised, eyebrows furrowing once he felt himself hit that spot.

"L-Loki!" Y/n stuttered with a whine, feeling him hit her spot repeatedly. She was about to lose her mind, he was definitely doing it on purpose to make her reach her high quicker.

With every thrust, Loki brushed against her sweet spot, which left lewd moans leaving her mouth. "Loki! I'm close!" Y/n moaned, her walls tightening up around his dick.

"I know, darling. Let it out." He smiled, tapping her inner thigh. Upon hearing that, Y/n's eyes rolled back as she came all over his cock. But, he didn't stop. Instead he kept going, his dick ramming into her over and over.

"Loki . . ." she moaned, wiggling around. "I can't take anymore~!"

Loki let out a breathy laugh. "You're not done yet, you can take more." He corrected, fingers digging into her bare waist.

Y/n whimpered, looking down at his cock that kept slamming into her repeatedly. "Loki, please . . . just fill me." She begged, walls tightening around his cock again.

"Already wanting me to cum in you, huh? You'll have to wait, dear, I know you can." He hummed, occasionally squeezing her breasts. Y/n moaned, her eyes starting to roll to the back of her head once again.

Loki noticed and chuckled, grabbing her jaw. "Look at me, Y/n." She moaned in response, looking up at him as they made direct eye contact. "You're going to take all of me, alright? You're going to take all of my cum and not waste a single drop." He groaned out, hips continuing to slam into hers.

"Fuck, you feel so good." He muttered, throwing his head back as he felt himself nearing his climax.

Loki kept his thrusts consistent until he eventually shot his load into her, filling her up to the brim. Panting, Loki slowly pulled out and looked down at Y/n.

"I wasn't too rough on you, was I?" He darkly chuckled, reaching for their clothes.

"Just . . . let's get back to my room, please." Y/n blushed, sitting herself up as they put their clothes back on.

"Come on. Hopefully we can make it back to wherever the hell they are." Loki said after Y/n got up, walking out.

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[the-princess-of-loki]

Love & jealousy

Pairing: Loki x fem!you

Warnings: virgin Loki, smut, fluff, fluffy smut, graphic description of smut.

Word count: 3854.

A/N: It's 2 a.m. where I live, and yes, I stayed up until this hour to finish this because it's a Christmas Special! I needed to post this, so here it is. I hope you like it. Likes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated ♥

The Christmas Eve party in Avengers Tower was at its peak. Even when you were an agent, you have taken part in the Christmas decoration team since it was your favourite activity of the holidays. You didn’t have any missions assigned so you could enjoy it properly. Loki, even when being the newest member of the team, was your best friend and had obviously made fun of you for enjoying it so much. But you didn’t pay him any attention, knowing that his happiness was teasing people. However, he did compliment you on the dress you were wearing tonight. It didn’t surprise you since you were wearing a long strapless dark green dress, but it was good to feel appreciated, mostly by the handsome God of Mischief. 

You were dancing along to Wanda and Natasha when you spotted him. Your ex -if what you had qualified as a relationship- was chatting with Tony, hugging his wife by the waist. He cast a look on you and quickly tried to make his way toward you. You started to panic until you spotted Loki. He was resting his back on a far wall, almost invisible to anyone but he was your saviour at that moment. You almost ran to him -thank God he was opposite your ex’s way- and grabbed the lapel of his brown and green leather suit. Loki looked at you surprised.

“Wow, there, agent, what’s wrong?” Loki asked while grabbing you by the waist so you wouldn’t fall back against his strong and tall frame.

“I’m going to ask you something, I’ll explain later, okay? Kiss me,” You begged him desperately looking back to see your ex still making his way toward you.

“What? You know I’d normally do it without asking but-”

“Loki, please, I need you to help me. I swear I’ve got an explanation, but we’re running out of time,” You interrupted him while grabbing his suit harder.

“Alright, but I warn you, there are consequences…-”

Before Loki could finish speaking, you crashed your lips on his, kissing him fiercely. He kissed you back without a doubt, keeping his hands on your waist. In the beginning, you were trying to put on a good show, but then something changed. His lips on yours moved with expertise, making the kiss seem passionate for everybody else, even when he was just moving his lips. He had the opportunity to get his tongue inside your mouth several times, but he didn’t. It seemed like he wanted to respect you, and you thought that was sweet but at the same time, you couldn’t help but wonder why. You two were best friends for a long time now, but did he think that he was that much superior than you? You tugged his long black curly hair which made him groan in your mouth, but still nothing. That made you feel desperate, caring and furious at the same time.

You pulled back and everybody at the party was looking at you both, but you couldn’t care less. You were breathless, staring at Loki who just tried to adjust his suit where your hands have been. How was he so collected when you were a complete mess? You needed to know his secret. You took Loki’s hand and made your way through the crowd, going up the stairs until you reached your apartment door. You got your magnetic key out of your dress and opened your door, dragging Loki inside with you. You closed the door behind you and tried to make some sense of what just happened. You kissed your best friend, which should be weird, but instead, it was hot. You weren’t blind, you were completely aware of Loki’s hotness, but you appreciated your friendship too much. Or did you? Were you lying to yourself the whole time? Maybe you have wanted this for as long as you knew him but you didn’t want to admit it. 

“Care to explain?” Loki asked while smoothening his leather suit. Then he crossed his arms on his chest, arching one eyebrow.

What? Oh, right, I was the one who kissed him without reason, you thought while your head was still swirling with your emotions and thoughts.

“Yes, sorry. Do you remember the man I told you about? The one who is Tony’s investor?” Loki knew your whole story. He had seen you cry, cuss and in every other state possible.

“The one who is married and used you as a toy? Yes, I remember that excuse of a mortal,” Loki answered with venom dripping from every syllable he pronounced.

“Well, he was here tonight. I didn’t know he was going to come. He left his wife with Tony and was making his way toward me when I came to look for you,” you explained while feeling the heat going up your cheeks. Loki nodded as he understood. There was a moment of awkward silence between you two, the tension palpable in the air. You needed to get everything out of your chest. “Loki, you don’t have to answer if you think that I’m overstepping, but why didn’t you…take your chance with me when we were kissing?” you asked in a whisper, looking at the floor instead of him. You couldn’t stand his stare and you didn’t know why. “I mean, I know we are best friends and everything but…do you not consider me worthy or something?”

“Worthy?” Loki asked, incredulous. “When have I used that word when referring to you? Do you think that I am like that useless mortal that wanted to fuck you and then threw you away?” you looked up to focus your gaze on his eyes, even when tears were forming in your eyes. “I didn’t ‘take my chance’, as you so eloquently put it, with you because when I do it, I want you to want it as well. Not because of some revenge or because you are escaping someone else, but because of me,” You felt stupid after hearing him say that and now the tears were a river ruining your make-up.

“What if…what if I wanted you to?” You asked in a whisper between your sobs. However, you didn’t wait for a response: you turned around and walked to your bedroom’s balcony. The chill air and snowflakes cut your skin but it helped you think more clearly. 

“I told you there would be consequences if we kissed. Now you can’t live without me,” Loki joked while he took off his coat and put it on your shoulders. A shiver that had nothing to do with the cold outside ran through your spine as his hands touched for the briefest moment your bare skin.

“Oh, excuse me, seductive God of Mischief, will I ruin all your lovers now?” You asked full of sarcasm. You kept your gaze straight ahead, watching the snow falling softly to the floor.

“Do you want me to kiss you?” Loki asked in a whisper. You bit down your lower lip.

“Yes, but after that comment, not right now.”

You turned to go back inside, but Loki caught your arm before you could fully turn. He pulled, getting you impossibly close to his body and then put one of his hands on one side of your waist and the other caressed your cheek. His piercing green eyes looked into yours intensely but softly at the same time, while he got his face closer to yours. As if a snowflake has fallen into your lips, you felt his thin lips upon yours. A small peck is all that he gave you before he pulled back to look into your eyes again, his thumb never ceasing the caress on your cheek. You looked at him expectantly while his green eyes shone under the snowy night. His dark curly hair was full of snowflakes that didn’t lose their form because of his naturally low temperature, and you reached a trembling hand to caress it, making Loki smile sweetly at you. You found courage out of nowhere and used your grip on his hair to pull him down at you once more, joining your lips again. You moved your lips on his, enjoying the thrilling sensation that was running up and down your body with each second that passed by. Loki kissed you back with no rush, although his kiss was now more purposeful. You put your free hand on his chest where you felt his heart beating as wildly as yours. 

After some minutes of exchanging sweet pecks, you felt the insatiable need for more. Thus, you grabbed his lower lip between your lips first and then with your teeth, which caused a grunt from Loki. You slid your tongue inside his mouth, finding his and lazily stroking it. Loki shamelessly explored your mouth with his tongue, his expertise on the matter showed in each calculated movement. His grip on your waist became stronger and you couldn’t help but moan in his mouth, enjoying the kiss too much to care about anything else. However, you both pulled apart out of a sudden with the surprising sound of a firework. More followed it while you heard the cheering from the low floor.

“It’s midnight…” you said while you tried to recover your breath. “Merry Christmas, Loki,” You finished while caressing his cheek. There was nothing more beautiful in this universe than Loki under the moonlight. Loki gave you an affectionate smile while both his hands travelled to the sides of your waist again.

“This is an Earth thing, but anyway… Merry Christmas, kitten,” he kissed the tip of your nose. “You have already given me my present, and I adore it,” He whispered while nuzzling your noses together. You smiled back at him, taking one step forward so your body would be glued to his completely.

“I do have an actual present for you, but I guess it can wait until tomorrow,” You gave him another peck on the lips, not being able to contain yourself.

“May I ask since when did you want me to kiss you?” Loki asked in such a low whisper that if it wouldn’t have been for your closeness, you wouldn’t hear a thing he said because of the fireworks still exploding in the sky.

“Always,” You answered truthfully while the heat went up your cheeks again.

“If that is the case, why did you let that mortal have you before I?” Loki wasn’t berating you, he seemed hurt instead. You bit your lower lip and then hid your face in his broad chest. Even though he was upset, he held you tightly against his body.

“I was hiding… It never crossed my mind that you’d wanted me, and I knew that if I let you have me just once wouldn’t be enough, not for me at least. So I convinced myself that we were just friends and that that was all I wanted…” You felt more and more embarrassed as the words left your mouth. How could you be so blind to your feelings this whole time?

“Let’s go inside. I cannot provide you with enough warmth and I don’t want you ill, kitten.”

You both entered back to your bedroom which was automatically heated by Tony’s tech. Loki’s hand never left your waist and his thumb massaged your back which made warmth spread from that point to the rest of your body. You took off his coat since you didn’t need it inside, but you threw it to a near couch since he was really sexy without it. You weren’t sure if he wanted anything to do with you after your confession, however, when you turned your gaze to his, he was looking at you with the same adoring glance he gave you on the balcony before kissing you. You bit down your lower lip again, not knowing what would happen now, but, as usual, Loki took care of everything. He grabbed the sides of your waist and kissed your lips slowly and sweetly. Soon enough, the kiss deepened and your tongues found their way to get entangled and play together. You crossed your arms behind his neck, glueing your body to his and grabbing a bunch of his soft raven curly hair in your fist. He grunted in your mouth as you massaged his scalp. One of his hands travelled up your spine until he met the naked skin at your back, and you shivered while feeling the light contact of his big hand against your bare skin.

You were out of breath after some minutes of kissing, but you weren’t keen on pulling apart. Your hands itched with the need to touch him, to feel his lean but strong body. Following your needs, you used one of the hands that were on his hair to caress his temple, his sharp cheekbone, his cheek, his square jaw, his neck, his chest where his heart was beating wildly, and his lower abdomen. Loki pulled back his mouth from yours to inhale sharply, a beautiful shade of pink colouring his cheeks. You stopped your hand there, in the hem of his shirt and his pants, looking him straight into those green eyes of his. His hands didn’t move an inch, although you could feel them shiver against your skin. Did you go too far? Did he want to stop? You weren’t usually insecure, but this wasn’t a random fuck. This was Loki. 

“Do you want me?” Loki asked in a whisper, his breath catching in his throat as he spoke the words. You looked at him confused.

“Of course I want you,” You answered without hesitation. 

“You don’t understand, kitten,” he insisted while shaking his head. His hands cupped both of your cheeks as he took a step back from you, but, at the same time, he didn’t want to stop touching you now that he was allowed to. “Even when I have experience in…other areas, I haven’t gone until the end with anybody,” Loki explained while caressing your cheeks. You looked at him surprised.

“You mean…you are a virgin?” you asked incredulously. He nodded. “But, how? I mean, I’ve seen you-”

“You thought you saw me, kitten. It was difficult for me knowing that you were with that mortal that didn’t treat you like the queen you really are,” he smiled sheepishly. “It was just an illusion created for you not to see me like a weak wreck,” He whispered, but you heard him all the same. After that, you held him tight around his slim waist.

“That doesn’t answer the ‘how’, though,” You whispered, embarrassed with yourself. He smiled again.

“Well, you do know I am a god. I cannot simply lay with another being just like that. The implications would be…disastrous,” he tried to explain while he caressed your arms up and down, not focusing his gaze on yours. “I can only do it with one person, the one I will want for the rest of my time.”

“A-and that-that would be…me?” You asked him, incredulous. You prayed that he would say yes, but at the same time, it was almost impossible for you to believe that. Loki's smile widened.

“Why do you sound so surprised, kitten? Yes, my heart has chosen you since the very first time I set my eyes upon you. But you must know the importance of this kind of union for a god like me, but also for you,” his smile was gone from his lips, but he kept your body close to his and his adoring green eyes fixed on yours. “This would be more than a mortal union, you see. It’d mean that you and I belong together, to each other, until death comes for us. I am certain, I have been for a long time now, but I need you to be as certain as I am. There is no turning back from this, kitten,” Even when you didn’t want to, a small giggle escaped through your lips. Loki looked hurt and confused, so you quickly kissed his lips shortly.

“I’m sorry, it was a nervous laugh,” you explained while leaving short kisses on all the spots of his face you could reach. “Of course, I want you, Loki. I want you as I have never wanted anybody else, and I never thought it possible for you to feel the same.”

Loki rolled his eyes with a smile on his thin lips. You let out a little shriek when he grabbed you by your knees, carrying you bridal style to your bed. He laid on top of you, although you didn’t feel his weight since he rested it on his forearms. His adoring look never left his eyes as he first nuzzled your noses together before joining your lips once more. This kiss was slow but intense, passionate, full of fire, love and devotion. You tore open his shirt and started to caress his pectorals and his abdomen, down his happy trail and up again. You wanted to lick him too, but your tongue was too busy playing with his. Still, you felt his muscles contracting under your touch. You didn’t know how much power you had over him. 

After what seemed like an eternity, you were both naked and still kissing each other as if it were the last day of your existence and wanted to enjoy it as much as possible. His lips travelled down your neck, licking and biting, probably leaving marks, but you didn’t care at all. He kept travelling down your body with his lips until he reached one of your nipples. Loki looked up at you with a mischievous smile and when his lips circled your nipple and he sucked, you moaned his name. He pinched your other nipple with two of his fingers until you were a mess under his ministrations. It wasn’t a lie when he said he had experience in other areas. And when he licked right between your legs? Sublime. Your moans could be heard from the entire floor, you were sure of it and you didn’t care. He moved his tongue in circular motions on your throbbing clit while his index finger found your entrance and teased you. Your hand flew down to his black curly hair when he put it inside you. After he teased you a bit, he put another finger inside you and curled them, rubbing your g-spot with each motion. He was going to drive you insane just with his mouth and his fingers.

“Loki, please…” You called him between pants. After some minutes, he left your core to climb up your body until his forehead was touching yours. His mouth was covered with your juices and you couldn’t help but kiss him hard.

“Please what, kitten? What do you need?” Loki asked once you let his mouth free. Even when his face was trying to be innocent, his green eyes were full of mischief. He knew exactly what you needed, but he wanted you to say it out loud. Thus, you decided to put on a show for him. You opened your legs as wide as you could and you felt his hard cock against your inner tight. You passed your nails through his chest with what you thought was a sexy smile. You put your lips on his without kissing him.

“I need your cock inside me right at this moment or I will rip all my hair from my head,” You whispered against his lips, licking the lower one once you finished speaking.

“I’m afraid I cannot allow that, kitten,” Loki answered with a smile.

Looking into your eyes the whole time, Loki thrust his cock inside you making you moan higher than you thought possible. He moaned as well and it was the hottest sound you have ever heard in your whole life. As if that wasn’t enough, he moved inside you slowly, trying not to hurt you, but hitting your sweet spot with his cockhead once he was completely inside you. Soon enough you begged him for more and he complied happily. The lewd sound of skin meeting skin and your moans filling the room added extra incentive to your lovemaking. You crossed your ankles in his back as well as your arms, hugging him in all the ways you possibly could. You tried to keep your gaze on his, difficult as it was from all the pleasure you were feeling. You moaned his name while looking into his lust-filled green eyes which added more fuel to his movements. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you threw your head back, now howling with pleasure. You scratched his back and he bit your neck. 

After Loki was satisfied with how much your neck was marked by his mouth and teeth, he reached between your bodies until he found your clit and started to rub it in synchronisation with his thrusts. You were going to reach your climax soon, but there was something you needed to do before that. It was very important for you to do it before you reached your peak, so Loki wouldn’t think you were just saying it because of the moment.

“Loki, I need to… ah fuck… to tell you something…” You said between your moans, moving your hand from his back to cup one of his cheeks.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, worried. He started to slow down his movements and you almost panicked.

“No, no, please don’t stop,” you begged him, moving your hips to meet his. Loki kept moving but he was frowning. “I just… ah, yes… I love you, Loki,” Loki’s smile could have brightened the whole universe.

“I love you, kitten,” Loki gave you a sweet peck on the lips.

Even when you loved his kisses, you needed to pull back because your climax hit you hard. You screamed his name to the sky above and to the entire universe to hear as your walls tightened around his cock. Loki followed you, filling you with his hot seed. You wanted every drop of his semen inside you. However, when you opened your eyes, you were surrounded by a bright green light.

“L-Loki, w-what is happening?” You asked although you weren’t scared for some reason. Loki smiled adoringly at you as he rested his forehead on yours. His eyes were hypnotizingly close.

“That is my magic creating and sealing our new bond, kitten. You are now officially mine, and as such you are a goddess,” He gave you a sweet peck on the lips. After some more minutes, the light disappeared and Loki laid on the bed next to you. He quickly hugged you and used his magic to put on your nightwear and the blankets on top of both of you.

“You do know that I’m not letting you go ever again now, don’t you?” You smiled as you caressed his cheek and he gave you a kiss on the forehead, his fingers grazing your back ever so slightly.

“Yes, kitten, and trust me, I am the one who’s not letting you go.”

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[lokisgoodgirl]

Be Mine [Loki x Reader]

A Link to my Masterlist is HERE Summary: A morning meeting has an unexpected twist. Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Language. Smutty. Avenger!Loki x Female Reader. Questionable flirting techniques. (w/c 2.8k)

The muscle at the side of Loki’s jaw flexed. He swallowed; an achingly glacial bob of his Adam’s apple making you want to claw your eyes out.

For some inexplicable reason he had opted to wear full leathers to today’s briefing.

It was seven nineteen in the AM. Thor was sporting a muscle vest boasting not one but three stains of varying complexity and a pair of shorts which left little to the imagination. Scott was wearing his dressing gown.

The rest of the team hung off chairs and flopped on the table in various states of undress. Steve stood at the head of the room as usual; prim and fresh in a crisp button-down and perfectly creased chinos.

“So what we’re seeing here,” Steve said, turning to the group from the Powerpoint, “is an up-tick in biological experiments-”

His eyes narrowed while they roamed over the doodling, distracted and hungover band sprawled around the table. “Lang.” he snapped. “Close your legs; there are ladies present.’

Scott shuffled up his seat, drawing the dressing gown down over his knees while mumbling apologies. A low rumble of mirth circled the room, but Loki’s gaze never left the Captain’s.

The curve of his dark lashes swept upward, features set in performative rapture. Loki's facial expression hadn’t changed as the scene unfolded, but for a miniscule twitch of his lip. Usually the two of you would exchange a few eye rolls; a few knowing smiles during a particularly turgid monologue about shoe storage post-mission...but not today. Today he hadn't even looked at you.

Steve sighed. He extended a finger and pushed his retractable pointer down to a stub. Pacing to the table, he dropped his head, laying his palms flat. When he looked up, disappointed-dad energy was thick in his eyes. “Folks, this just won’t do.” he said.

Natasha’s sunglasses slid down her nose. Scott crossed his legs making the swivel chair knock into Wilson and waking him up. The Falcon’s arms flew wide on instinct, whacking Tony in the chest. “Jesus Christmas-” Tony snorted, blinking wildly. “It was a party.” Natasha drawled, pushing the sunglasses back in place with disdain. “Maybe if you’d stayed after the cake you’d have those tight panties of yours in less of a spick, Rogers.”

“That’s Captain Rogers.” he snapped. “We’re on the clock.” “Calm down, Rogers.” Tony said, cresting his fingers. He was remarkably chipper for a man with whipped cream crusted in his hairline. “You’re all sitting on my clock. Remember that.”

Steve flushed scarlet. His eyes narrowed as Tony’s smirk grew.

“All I’m saying is it’s a sorry day when Laufeyson is the star pupil. Look at him!” Steve said, gesturing incredulously at Loki who remained in position; back straight, chin up. But now, one eyebrow arched. “All of you lot in your skivvies and Laufeyson’s in full dress?” Steve shook his head. “I fail to see the humour, Rogers.” Loki said. “Why is it so surprising that I come to our daily summons dressed thus? Certainly I have never presented myself in a tragic towelling monstrosity like Lang here.” “There was that one time with the silk nightie.” Sam whispered to Scott. Scott covered his mouth.

“A silk robe.” Loki snapped.

“Usually you only bring out the Asgardian shit when you’re brown-nosing. Or when you’ve done something shifty.” Natasha said, propping her chin up with a fist. You bet her eyes are closed. Wanda nodded behind her Starbucks.

“Or trying to impress someone,” the witch said. Natasha waved a finger in agreement. “Sexually.” Wanda added.

Loki released a scandalised snort. “How dare you.” he said. Leather creaked against his biceps as he folded his arms.

Beneath the table, your thighs squeezed together. The only thing hotter than Loki in leather, was an indignant Loki in leather. You suddenly became very aware of your quickened breaths making the buttons of your blouse strain. The god’s eyes darted to the side, meeting yours. “What?” he snarled. “Nothing.” you squeaked, swallowing. An awkward silence hung in the room. The scent of stale vodka suddenly seemed very strong. Steve sighed.

“Let’s call it for this morning-” he said, immediately met with muted hisses of celebration around the table. He patted down the air. “Rescheduled for this afternoon. Thirteen-hundred sharp. Wear clothes.” Approval turned to whines and hushed curses as chairs were swivelled and aching bodies shifted. “Unbelievable.” Loki snarled under his breath.

You watched out the corner of your eye as he stood; the flat of his iron stomach inches from your face. The scent of rich leather filled your nostrils while Loki’s fingers nipped beneath the hem of his tunic, tugging it down. He flipped the length of his cape with a sniff. You saw it swirl around his boots briefly as he stepped towards the window, clasping his hands behind his back.

Taking your time, you picked up each piece of carefully laid stationary at your seat. One by one, the rest of the team left the room. Steve was last, his hand hovering on the door handle while he shot you a wary look. As a parting gift, he opened the door wider. “You didn’t stay late?” Loki’s voice was a thick hum in the growing silence. His tone, inscrutable. “Huh?” “At the party.” he said. “You didn’t stay late.”

This time it wasn’t a question. “I usually head off when Thor starts making passes at everyone. I didn’t see you. Were you there?” “He did that?” Loki bristled. “To you?” There was a pause. “To everyone.” you repeated quietly. Loki’s shoulders stiffened. His fingers twitched, thumb digging into one exposed palm behind his back. He was still staring out the window.

“I’ll see you later.” you said, nerves fluttering in your belly. The god’s hair shortened as his chin dipped. You wondered how it would feel to wind those dark strands through your fingers as you rode him. Wondered how the grunts and signs and pretty curses from his lips would sound wet in your ear.

“No.” Loki said. “Excuse me?” “No,” he repeated.

You steadied against the table-top with the pads of your fingertips. Small stars began to burst in your field of vision. “I think the leather looks goo-good,” you stammered. And you didn’t know why.

The thought of him barring the exit of enemies in far flung realms using only that voice barged through the doors of your imagination with the force of a horny caveman. If that was the last sarcastic quip they heard, by god, you imagined they may just have died happy. And hard.

“It looks good.” you repeated, no more than a whisper. Loki turned his head. The sharp profile came into view at a glacial pace. First the peaked tip of his chin, then the slant of his regal nose, then the harsh peak of his cheekbone, then his eyes. Your ass met the table-top with a stumble. There was a small crease between his eyebrows. “Bold of you to make another jest without your compatriots around you, Agent.” he said. Across the short distance between you, venom dripped from his tongue; his hackles raised. “I wasn’t joking,” you said quietly as his gaze fell to your feet with a sneer. The quick breaths that made your buttons strain were back. Loki’s rising stare lingered on your breasts, a small smile tweaking at the corner of his mouth. Words tripped from your lips, forcing their way from behind your teeth. “I like it.”

Loki’s eyes narrowed. He turned fully with a ceremonial flourish, the hands clasped behind his back moving to the front and rippling his leather and silken cloak. It fluttered.

“Is that so?” he purred darkly. He didn’t believe you.

You imagined how this is how a rabbit felt in the eyeline of a fox. To look away was to admit weakness, vulnerability. It meant death. And yet – it was the only chance to escape. But did you want to escape? Not really. You wanted to feel the sharp of his teeth fasten to your neck as he sucked and bit and made violent love to every inch of you.

You nodded, not breaking eye-contact. Loki inhaled sharply, chin tilting up as he did so.

His eyes wandered over grim foam tiles as though an enemy lurked beyond the suspended ceiling. They narrowed, darting back and forth. With a thundering heart, you noted one of his heavy boots rise from the floor. He paced forwards slowly, ceremonially, stopping inches from you. Your fingers curled tight around the table’s edge, the messy in your panties beneath the skirt becoming intolerable. Loki cleared his throat. “Am I to understand, contrary to common rhetoric, that you find my Asgardian leathers enticing; Agent?” “I think ‘enticing’ is a little grandiose, is it not?” you laughed, cringing at the way you so easily mirrored his speech. Loki noticed it too. He tilted his head. “I am nothing if not grandiose, Agent.” Loki said. “Am I not impressive? Am I not imposing?”

He trailed a long finger down your bicep, his touch light as a feather. “So often, you mortals use such words as insult.” he mused.

“It is merely a reflection on your own feelings of inferiority. This morning is a perfect example. An attempt at ridicule to deflect from their own pathetic presentation. Each one more bedraggled and an abject embarrassment to their purpose than the last.” Heat began to rise in your cheeks as his finger drifted along your collarbone. There was a pause, his eyes dropping to your lips before the finger brushed the skin at the hollow of your neck. It graced upwards, tracing the curve and stopping beneath the tip of your chin. “But not you.” he said.

The god’s eyes snapped to yours. His cheekbones hollowed under fluorescent lights, mischief glowing from the depths of his irises and painted in every light wrinkle on his brow.

“What else do you like, Agent?” he goaded softly. “Do you like the idea of what lies beneath these leathers?” You swallowed thickly. “I don’t know what you want me to say, Loki-” you said, glancing towards the open door. He followed your eyes, rolling his own. With a flick of his hand the door slammed shut. “I want you,” he breathed, leaning closer so that the heat of his cheek warmed your own, “to tell me what else you like.”

You bit your lip, watching his beautiful face come back into view. With a prang, the thought occurred that perhaps you were not the rabbit after all. Perhaps you were the fox. Loki’s gaze lingered on your face, searching it.

Emboldened, you found the words. “Why should I?”

His brows peaked softly. He released a muted sigh, pursing his lips. “As much as I am loathe to admit it, Romanoff was right.” he said. The hand tilting your chin upwards returned to its mate, clasped against the leather tunic. “I was trying to impress someone, but not that insufferable Rogers.”

He raised his eyebrows.

Excitement blossomed deep in your belly; rising like shaken soda and fizzing around your chest. Loki bit his bottom lip.

“You see, Agent, I like you very much. And I’m afraid that now it has reached the juncture where I must know if you like anything about me...beyond my exquisite taste in battle armour.”

The change in his demeanour was so dramatic that you could only gape. But when it came to Loki, could you expect anything less? Without thinking you reached forward and grasped the belt slung over his chest, pulling him forward.

Loki’s mouth clashed with yours, the heat of his lips giving way to the thrust of his tongue. Your hands slid over his metal epaulettes, tangling in ebony waves that cascaded around his shoulders. He tasted like heaven, the scent of him deep and dangerously delicious in a way you’d never known. A scent a girl could lose herself in forever; gladly.

In seconds your back was flat against the table, its cool wood harsh against the heat of your skin through the blouse. Loki’s ravenous kiss consumed you, licking and dancing inside your mouth like a man possessed. His shallow moans ricocheted between slurps of his lips, wetness coating them.

“Tell me, you infuriating woman,” he panted as a thick forearm landed on the wood beside your head. The metal vambrace clanged against cheap wood. Saliva hung between your mouths as he stared deep into your soul; blue eyes darkening. “Tell me what you like.”

“About you?” you panted. Loki didn’t nod, only lowered his chin.

His nose nudged at your lips, dragging upwards, tongue tracing around the bottom one. He had begun to smile. One of his legs nudged your thighs wider. The god straightened and you felt a thrill run from your scalp to the tips of your dangling toes. He towered above like a monolith, leather tight to his rectangular body. Hair fell around his jaw, perfectly imperfectly wolfish curls flirting against his skin. His cape brushed against your bare calves as he shifted his stance, palms sliding up your thighs and pushing your skirt higher. “Yes; I like the idea of what’s beneath all this,” you whined as you pawed at his leather-clad stomach. It was so hard. Loki smirked, watching beneath half-lidded eyes. “I think about fucking you in the showers after training,” you whispered bashfully as your hips thrust up against your will. Loki raised an eyebrow. “More...” he rumbled. “I think about you all the time. All the awful things I want to do to you, y-you do to me- Loki, uhh-”

His hands crept higher as you spoke, fingers hooking around the hips of your panties. “If I pull these down, darling” he said with an air of reprimand, “will they be wet?” You let out a gasping moan, back arching against the table.

“Excellent.” Loki snickered, pulling the panties down the length of your legs before stepping back between them.

A hand flew to your mouth as you watched one long finger dip between your thighs, running lightly between your folds. He brought it to his lips, sucking gently. His cheekbones hollowed, finger slipping out. He swallowed with a groan of appreciation.

Loki settled himself between your legs, pushing them wider. The height of the table pressed your dripping centre against his crotch. You thought you might explode. His palms slid up your waist, exploring the curves of your body while your legs wrapped around his hips. The god’s cock pressed eagerly against the leather, strong and thick up the centre. His forearms came down at either side of your head, metal wrist-guards clinking.

“I will show you what it is to be mine,” he murmured in your ear.

Loki’s cock settled against your sex, rubbing in perfect gyration. “Oh...god,” you gasped as the weight of his body pressed against your own.

Fingers combed up from the base of his neck, tangling in his hair. The next moment, they grasped around his back, pulling him closer, catching in the folds of his cloak which draped across your bodies. The god grunted filthy praises in your ear as his bound manhood sent electric currents of pleasure deeper than you’d ever known. His searching lips found their way to your neck, your jaw. Every utterance from his throat more disgustingly sensual than the last. Hot leather filled your nostrils, the scent of him strong and intoxicating. Mounting orgasm bubbled in waves, a dream-like trance broken only with whispered groans of pleasure from your throats. Loki Laufeyson was about to make you cum. The thought was unbelievable. And yet, your pussy being tugged and massaged and owned by his leather-bound cock into the throes of heaven knew it to be true. Dry-humped like a teenager in the back of a pick-up.

“Be mine...” Loki mumbled breathlessly, a strangled choke gasping from deep in his chest. He immediately dove for a perishing kiss, pulling your bottom lip between his teeth and releasing it with a wet suck. He smouldered down.

Against the bright lights, his dark halo shone; tendrils curling against your cheek and brushing with every calculated roll of his hips. Every muscle in your body tensed. Your legs tightened against his hips.

“Be mine,” he echoed. His face was twisted, and you suddenly wondered how close he was to cumming in those beautiful leather pants. “Loki-” you gasped, clutching at his cape. Back arching, the last thing you heard as climax stormed your brain were the matching pants of the god. The last thing you saw were his peaked brows above dilated pupils so deep you could drown in them.

In the afterglow, all you could manage were garbled phrases as your forearm draped over your eyes. “That was...unexpected.” you panted when the god’s weight lifted from your chest. “Perhaps for you.” Loki winked. “It was very carefully calculated on my part,” You watched in dazed disbelief as Loki sank to his knees, leather creaking, and hoisted your hips higher. He lapped at your soaking pussy, muffled moans seeping from his throat as he buried himself in your fresh pleasure. The flat of his tongue licked a thick stripe from the base to your swollen clit, placing a gentle suck on the tip. His eyes flickered up, meeting yours.

“Immaculate, as expected.” he breathed. His chin glistened.

You groaned as he withdrew; grasping at the air as he went. That small caress of him against your sex was everything you could ever have dreamed. Loki let you reluctantly arrange yourself before offering his hand for the short hop off the table. “Not exactly how I imagined our first time,” you said with a sheepish smile. Loki scanned your face.

“Agent don’t be insulting. That was merely a sample,” he scoffed. “It barely counts.” He stepped forward, pulling you flush against him with a flat palm at the base of your spine. “We must ensure you have eaten something before more intimate activities are indulged in; lest you faint. Or worse.” “Or worse?” “You are only mortal, after all.” Loki smiled slyly. “And this,” he gestured to his cock; hard and straining against the leather, “can be rather a handful. As well can his Master.” You slapped him on the shoulder. Loki smirked. Remembering the unexpected schedule change, you frowned. “You think we have time before the meeting later?”

Loki snorted. “We’re not attending. The two of us fulfilled our obligations, unlike the more cretinous members of our party.” You raised an eyebrow. “You’re going to get me in trouble, I can tell.” Loki’s fingers danced up your back, a light thrust of his hips making your body keen. His dirty exhale flooded your ear, the warm scent of him overloading your senses.

“Oh Agent,” he purred against the skin; his eyes darting covertly to the pair of panties discarded on the floor. “As if you expected anything less.”

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Close Quarters

Part 1 of 2

Summary: “You don’t have to like it,” says Fury, “you just have to do your job.”

Your job, as it turns out, is to go undercover at a luxury resort.

The only problem? Your fake husband is Loki Laufeyson—the infuriatingly handsome Norse god turned Avenger who delights in making you flustered. What could go wrong?

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Warnings: Smut, 18+ (Minors DNI), dirty talk, praise kink, fingering, elevator sex, semi-public sex, multiple orgasms, a hint of dom/sub, Dom Loki.

A/N: there will be a part 2. Also have a handful of related one shot ideas, so if people like this, I may post those. This is also posted on AO3.

Your self-sufficiency has always been a point of pride for you, both personally and professionally. The highlight of your career was overhearing Nick Fury say that he didn’t need to send in a team of people for a mission so long as he had you on the payroll. You are calm, competent, and ruthlessly efficient; you are used to relying only on yourself.

So it comes as something of a surprise when Fury informs you that Loki Laufeyson will not only be accompanying you on this undercover mission, but will also be taking the lead.

It takes a lot to render you speechless these days, but this does it. You gape at Fury for a moment before you’re able to speak.

“You never send me in with anyone,” you say.

“This mission requires a unique skillset.”

You scoff. “He can’t do anything that I can’t.”

Fury raises an eyebrow and folds his arms across his chest. “Really? How’s your conversational Sokovian?”

There’s, of course, no argument to be made with this. Your lips press into a thin, hard line. “I still don’t like it.”

“You don’t have to like it,” says Fury, “you just have to do your job.”

*

Your job, as it turns out, is to play the part of Nina Pine.

Nina Pine is bubbly and vivacious, the sort of person you’d see in the society pages. She wears designer clothes and owns jewelry that is so ostentatious and expensive that it looks like it must be fake. She is not particularly bright or talented; she is the product of good luck and generational wealth.

Three weeks ago, Nina married Jonathan Pine, who she met six months ago at the home of a mutual friend. Jonathan does something in finance that sounds like it’s just a tarted up version of gambling, but with more complicated rules and less oversight. It is Jonathan’s higher tolerance for risk (and healthy trust fund assets) that has him considering an investment in KorolCo, a company owned by Ivan Litvinchuk. Litvinchuk uses KorolCo as a front to launder money from illegal arms deals.

Loki would be going undercover as Jonathan. Your new husband.

You are not particularly happy about this little detail (a detail that Fury mysteriously failed to mention when you met with him), in no small part because Loki has already started leveraging it to annoy the shit out of you.

“How are you already this annoying when we’re still in prep?” you say after a particularly exasperating meeting.

“I’m simply overcome by my love for you,” says Loki with a cloying faux sincerity that makes you yearn for the sweet release of death.

Fury, you note, is suspiciously unavailable during all of this. After ignoring three of your (admittedly lengthy) emails on the subject, he sends you a frustratingly short reply:

Do your job, Agent.

Maybe you’ll take up meditation.

If there’s a bright side to what appears to be a massive clusterfuck in the making, it’s that you’ll at least get a free vacation of sorts

The mission will be taking place at The Indigo, an absurdly expensive and exclusive hotel on a private beach not far from La Jolla Cove. The Indigo is the sort of place that you’d only read about—the kind of hyper exclusive resort that is only ever mentioned in damning Pro Publica reports about the questionable actions of high ranking public officials. Rooms start at fifty thousand a night and you are staying in one of the suites, which likely costs more. Your room information was included in your briefing materials and it all sounds too good to be true: a soaking tub and waterfall shower. Private terrace with an infinity pool. Private bar. In-suite chef and spa services by appointment. Ocean view.

One Norse god who delights in irritating you (non-negotiable).

You suppose you’ll try and make the best of it.

*

The first problem is your sleeping arrangements: there’s only one bed. Granted, it’s a big bed, but still—it suggests a level of intimacy that you had not thought about and are not at all prepared for.

“Well, Agent, this isn’t how I envisioned taking you to my bed, but I suppose it’ll have to do,” says Loki on your first evening there.

You chuck a pillow at him, which he easily dodges.

“Keep it up and you can magic yourself a pillow and sleeping bag and sleep in the hall,” you say.

“Even if that were an appropriate accommodation for someone of my rank and title, I rather think it would do some damage to our cover.”

He has a point and you don’t like it. You decide to ignore him and start getting ready for bed.

The pajamas that had been packed for you are a little fancier than what you’re used to—satin and lace instead of cotton tees and shorts. Normally, you’d relish the opportunity to feel a little fancy—it’s an unexpected indulgence, a splurge on the company dime.

But with Loki now thrown into the equation, you are suddenly hyper aware of the fact that the fabric will likely cling to your curves, that the hem of the skirt is just a little too high. You choose the most demure one of the lot—a pale rose colored thing hemmed with lace—and head to the bathroom to change.

Even with the matching robe, you still feel a little awkward and oddly nervous. You avoid looking at Loki—if his gaze is lingering on your legs or your hips, you don’t want to know about it right before you hop into bed with him—and go about your normal routine. You manage to have a relatively normal conversation about your plan for tomorrow and you read a couple chapters of your book before you start to drift off.

It’s a king sized bed with plenty of room, but somehow you wake up perched near the edge of the bed with Loki pressed up against your back.

He’s got one arm wrapped around your waist so that you’re pinned against him and the deep, even breaths brushing against the back of your neck tell you he’s still asleep. You’re pretty sure this must have been unintentional on his part: Loki doesn’t seem like the sort to willingly allow himself to be seen seeking out human contact. It’s too vulnerable, too soft for the sharp and sarcastic veneer he presents to the world.

He shifts slightly in his sleep, his grip on you tightening. Something hard pokes against the curve of your ass.

You can’t help the responding ache between your legs. You should feel embarrassed—and you do, just a little—but there’s a competing feeling of warm curiosity that makes you press your thighs together. It’s been a while and you miss being held like this. The silk of your nightgown is cool and slippery against your skin, and you feel oddly restless and alert despite the early hour.

You should put a stop to this—that is the professional and sensible thing to do. So you carefully lift his arm from your waist and gently extricate yourself from his embrace. You pad to the bathroom, leaving the light off to spare your eyes.

In the bathroom, you run the tap as cold as it will go. You cup your hands and drink before splashing some water on your face in an effort to quell the restless heat building between your thighs.

It doesn’t really work. You’re not entirely surprised—if you were by yourself, you would simply take care of it, but that’s obviously not an option now. Out of curiosity, you slip your fingers between your thighs to assess the state of things and you immediately regret it: you’re soaked and just the feeling of your index finger glancing against your clit is enough to undo the admittedly minimal effect of the cold water.

You splash your face again and shut off the tap, taking a few deep breaths and smoothing your hands against your hair.

You exit the bathroom and slide back into bed. Loki reaches for you in his sleep and you are only half surprised when you let him wrap his arms around your waist and pull you to him. The throbbing ache between your thighs intensifies and before you can think about it, your back is arching and your breath is hitching.

He pulls you closer and suddenly his breath is warm on your ear. “You know, if you wanted me, all you had to do was ask,” he says, his voice deep and smooth, only a little husky with sleep.

“This is a bad idea,” you say, even as your back arches again and you press yourself against him.

Lips press against where your neck and shoulder meet. “But you want it.” His fingers toy with the hem of your nightgown. “Yes?” he asks, his voice husky against your ear.

“Yes,” you breathe.

“Agent.”

“Yes. Please.”

“Agent.”

Your eyes flutter open. Loki is standing at the foot of the bed, hair wet, and wearing only a towel wrapped around his waist.

“It’s eight o’clock,” he says. “You need to shower and dress if we’re to make it to breakfast on time.”

It takes you a moment to process this information. Partly because he just woke you up from a sex dream about him and partly because wearing only a towel should be fucking illegal when you look like that. You try to keep your eyes trained on his and not let them drift to his flat stomach where you can see a faint smattering of chest hair that gathers in a line that trails directly to his cock. And definitely not to any of the muscles that are on tantalizing display and dotted by drops of water that are begging to be licked away. Nope. Not looking at any of that. Just at his devastatingly handsome face. 

Fuck.

“Agent?”

You shake your head. “Sorry. Bit groggy this morning. Finish up what you were doing and I’ll go jump in the shower.”

He gives you a bit of an odd look, but mercifully walks away without further comment. 

This gives you an opportunity to stare at his broad back as he walks away. Goddammit, even his ass looks good in that towel.

Fuck.

You have a feeling this is going to be a long week.

*

It’s only day one and it’s becoming clear to you that you are not really prepared for some of the practicalities of being Loki’s wife.

Specifically: being the primary focus of his flirtations and little gestures of affection. His hand on the small of your back, his fingers lacing with yours, the brush of his lips against the back of your hand or the shell of your ear—it’s all a little overwhelming in a way you don’t expect. It was one thing when he was razzing you in your prep meetings—he was quite clearly doing it to be irritating. But at The Indigo, he has to appear sincere for your cover and that particular detail makes it a different beast entirely. 

The fact that both his regular appearance and the blond-haired, blue-eyed glamor he’s adopted for the mission are both devastatingly handsome certainly doesn’t help. Nor does the additional baggage of your sex dream this morning.

Unfortunately for you, Loki quickly ascertains that he now has a great and novel way to fluster you. Equally unfortunate is the fact that he seems to find this as hilarious as he did back in prep meetings, which prompts him to be only more outlandish.

“Are you trying to sabotage this?” It’s later that afternoon and you’ve gone down to the pool with the plan of schmoozing with Litvinchuk and his associates. Loki has clearly decided that this needs to be more difficult than it is and has fully committed to the bit, as they say.

(You’ve also gotten very good at whispering threats under your breath and making it look like you’re flirting; the timing of this is not a coincidence).

“I don’t know why you’re so distraught about sunscreen,” says Loki, rubbing a generous amount between his palms.

“It’s not the sunscreen, it’s that you’re going to find some way to be inappropriate about it.”

“I’d never.”

“You are so full of shit.”

“You wound me.” He places his hands on your shoulders and begins rubbing in the sunscreen, going much slower than you think is strictly necessary. “Perhaps this trip is merely bringing out our natural chemistry.”

“You wish.”

“Is it the hair that does it for you, Mrs. Pine? Do you have a particular fondness for blonds?”

“Do you have a fondness for being murdered in broad daylight? Because that’s the fate you’re headed towards, buster.”

He tuts at you as his hands slide to the small of your back. “Temper, temper. You really need to work on that.”

“Have you considered working on not annoying the ever-loving shit out of me?”

His breath is suddenly warm against your ear. “Now where’s the fun in that? And before you answer, be advised that Tarasevich is looking right at us.”

Fuck. Tarasevich is the most suspicious and paranoid of the lot—years in the Sokovian mafia paired with recreational drug use will do that to a guy. You turn so that you’re facing Loki. He looks at you fondly, looking for all the world like a loved up newlywed just smitten with his new wife.

“One of these days, I’m going to drop kick you into the motherfucking sun,” you say in the sweetest voice that you can muster.

“Now, now, Mrs. Pine, let’s keep the foreplay in the bedroom.” He rests his forehead against yours, reaching up to stroke your cheek. “There’s such a thing as public indecency laws, you know.”

You sigh heavily. “Why are you like this?”

“Oh, because it’s so much fun.”

“Is he still looking?”

“Yes and I’m going to kiss you to put him off, so do try to contain yourself.”

“Oh, I’m sure I’ll manage.”

You catch a flicker of a smile before he leans in and brushes his lips against yours. You intend for this to be brief, but his mouth is so warm and inviting and before you know it, he’s gently coaxing your lips open and leading your tongue in a slow and seductive caress that has your mind drifting straight to the gutter.

His hand slides to your thigh and you can’t bring yourself to be mad about it.

“Ah, Pine. Mixing business and pleasure, I see.”

You pull back from Loki to find Ivan Litvinchuk standing in front of you, wearing the smug, congratulatory smirk that you often see men like him trading with one another when they think they’re getting somewhere with a woman.

“Normally I try not to, but I’ve found it rather impossible these last three weeks, haven’t I, darling?” Loki takes the opportunity to loop his arms around your waist and pull you into his lap, nuzzling your neck.

You give a good natured laugh. “You’re insatiable.”

“Oh, I don’t think anyone would fault me when I have such a tempting little wife.”

This, paired with the squeeze of his hand on your thigh, sends an unexpected rush of heat to your cunt. Fortunately, the effects of this are quickly tempered when you notice that Litvinchuk is eyeing you rather appreciatively. The wardrobe team has really outdone themselves with your clothes, but the swimsuits they’ve sent are definitely more revealing than you are used to—today’s choice is a bikini with a split sweetheart neckline that dips a lot lower than you’d like and a fucking underwire in the top. Underwire! The bottom is no better—it’s both low rise and high cut, the perfect way to ensure that half of your ass is exposed at any given time. Even in the matching translucent cover up—which of course you’ve left on the chair that Litvinchuk is standing in front of—you feel a little more bare than you’d like, a fact that Litvinchuk seems to be appreciating, if the path of his gaze is any indication.

“You’re a lucky man, Mr. Pine,” he says, his eyes flicking briefly to your cleavage.

You expertly tamp down your disgust and smile at Litvinchuk before turning around to bat your eyes at Loki.

“You are, aren’t you?” you say, twining your arms around his neck and planting a brief, chaste kiss on his lips.

He gives you a dazzling smile that’s so sincere it makes your stomach flip. “Very much so.”

Another squeeze of your thigh, more heat to your cunt. Fuck.

“Well, Pine, when you are ready to discuss more business—” Here he switches to Sokovian.

This is the part you dislike the most about this particular mission: whenever anything of substance comes up, Litvinchuk and his cronies immediately switch to Sokovian, leaving you in the dark.

To add insult to injury, Litvinchuk still seems infatuated by your cleavage.

Litvinchuk says goodbye a few minutes later and you manage to bite your tongue until he’s out of earshot.

“I really don’t love the fact that he spent half of that conversation sneaking looks at my boobs,” you say quietly.

“Well, to be fair, they do look spectacular,” says Loki. “I’ll have to send a thank you note to the wardrobe team for that.”

Heat stirs hopefully and unhelpfully in your hips at that comment.

“This is what I meant by being inappropriate, you know. Did he have anything interesting to say?”

“He’s invited me to a game of cards this afternoon.”

“Do you need me for that? I could go try and talk to the wives, see what I can find out.”

“Originally, I’d thought no, but since dear Ivan seems so enamored of your assets, it might not be a bad idea to have you come along.”

You sigh. “How am I now at the point in my life where letting an illegal arms dealer stare at my tits is a fucking mission objective?”

Loki laughs quietly. “We’ll keep that out of the final report.”

*

The card game ends up being a lot worse than you thought it would be. And not because of Litvinchuk’s wandering eyes.

They’ve set up the game on the pool deck tables and chairs. As best as you can tell, it’s a Sokovian twist on a combination of rummy and poker. You’re not the only woman at the table: a few of the other men have their girlfriends or mistresses draped over them like strange human scarves, though their roles seem to be largely decorative.

Loki makes a big show of pulling you into his lap, saying how he just can’t bear to be apart from his new wife for terribly long.

“Ah, young love,” says Mikhnevich. “I remember when my Irina and I were like this.”

“Now she begs for him to leave the house!” says Litvinchuk. There’s a hearty round of laughter—it’s not a particularly funny joke, but you suppose that’s one of the benefits of moving up in the world of crime: people will laugh at your jokes because they’re afraid you’ll kidnap their families or something. It’s all very dysfunctional.

Loki makes an effort to teach you the game, but Nina is not the sort who pays very close attention to that kind of thing, so you find yourself giggling and letting him steal kisses or whisper in your ear as he explains some strategy or another.

There are several problems with this arrangement. The first is that you are positioned on his lap in such a way that you can feel his cock nudging your ass or your thigh, depending on how he’s sitting. And it’s close enough proximity for you to ascertain that he is long, thick, and semi-erect.

The second problem is his thigh; specifically, how it presses against your cunt, how every time Loki leans forward to draw a card, he inadvertently rocks you against the firm muscle. Each time, it feels better than the last; each time, you clench and ache and talk yourself out of riding his thigh until you have a screaming orgasm right on the pool deck. Each time, the idea becomes more and more tempting.

The third problem is his hands. Specifically, where and how they are wandering. He plays it off like it’s unintentional, like he’s just absently fidgeting with the part of your suit that lays against your hip or idly drawing lazy circles on your thigh. You can’t help but think that it must be calculated. He’s spent the last twenty-four hours intentionally trying to drive you crazy–there’s no way that he would pass up an opportunity to play his little games without you scolding him or rolling your eyes.

The fourth problem is that the first three problems are turning you on a lot.

Your clit seems to swell with every pass of his fingertips on your bare skin, no matter how casual. It drags against the slick material of your swimsuit every time you shift on Loki’s muscular thigh. You can feel yourself growing slicker and slicker with every moment. Eventually, it becomes too much and you try to shift in his lap, crossing your legs to give yourself a little relief.

This does exactly nothing useful. Instead, your movement causes his cock to twitch against you, which only escalates your growing arousal. He hooks the elastic of your suit at your hip onto his thumb and pulls, letting it snap back against your skin. His expression is playful when you look up at him, but there’s a fire in his eyes that wasn’t there before.

You are throbbing, your cunt practically weeping with slickness. And you’re pretty sure he knows.

And you’re pretty sure you don’t mind.

You lick your lips.

He hooks his thumb back into your suit at the hip, and this time he leaves it there, his fingers splayed along the curve of your hip. It’s casually possessive and ridiculously hot and the polar opposite of helpful.

He definitely knows.

Your heart is pounding. Can you go into cardiac arrest from being too turned on? You wish you could use Google. At a minimum, some sort of visual equivalent of a cold shower would be helpful. Pictures of Henry Kissinger or something. Budget reports. Taxes. Anything to get your mind off your aching cunt and the mess that you’re making in your swimsuit.

“I think you could do with a bit of a lie down, Mrs. Pine.” Loki's voice is low in your ear. “You seem…warm.”

You would have thought that Loki knowing about your current state of arousal would be cause for humiliation, if not irritation. Instead, it only seems to add fuel to the fire, especially with the way he’s talking to you. You’re not sure how he’s doing this, but it feels like his fucking voice is vibrating in the cradle of your hips, sending a fresh wave of slick arousal to your dripping cunt.

“Yeah,” you say. “Very warm.”

It’s perhaps a testament to your current state of mind that you can only manage this sentence and not some smart remark.

“Would you like my help with that, darling?” he asks. The phrasing is innocent, but the question is loaded. And sincere. You take in a shaky breath. You know all the reasons why this is a bad idea, but you also can’t bring yourself to say no. He may be wildly irritating, but you suspect he’s likely a good fuck…and you really need to be fucked.

You nod. “Yeah…I’d like that.”

“We’ll go up to the room after this game ends,” he says. “And then I’ll take very good care of you.”

It takes everything in you not to whine. Fuck. You didn’t think it was possible to be this wet, this turned on. 

Loki shifts slightly, pulling you close against him, his cock now fully erect and pressing hard and thick against your ass. 

“Do you feel me?” he asks, his lips grazing your ear. “Do you feel what you’ve done?”

You nod and wiggle your hips slightly, partly to situate yourself and partly because you want a little bit of payback. His grip on your hip tightens.

“I’d advise you not to play games, little wife,” he rasps in your ear.

More heat builds in your hips. You can’t remember the last time you were this turned on. Maybe never. You throw a look at Loki over your shoulder. “It’s not a game,” you say. “I’m just very warm.”

His eyes are dark. “Burning up, I suspect.”

“You have no idea.” You lean back against him, turning so you can nuzzle your face against his neck. God, he smelled good. “Please,” You say it so quietly that only he can hear, “I’m aching.”

He sucks in a sharp breath through his teeth and you feel his cock throb. He clears his throat. “Gentlemen, I’m afraid I’m going to have to take my leave a little early—Mrs. Pine is feeling quite unwell.”

Fuck yes.

If Litvinchuk and his men suspect there’s anything untoward about your departure, they don’t say so—and you imagine you must look a little unsteady anyway. Loki slides an arm around your waist as you leave.

“Now Mrs. Pine,” he says once you’re out of earshot, “tell me exactly what ails you.”

You let out a shaky sigh. “Are you seriously going to do this?”

“I only want to ensure that we are on the same page,” he says with a smirk.

“Like hell you do. I already told you, you just want to hear—” You cut yourself off, realizing that you’re playing right into his hands.

He smiles like a cat with a bowl full of cream. “What do I want to hear, darling?”

You press your lips together. This is infuriating.

“I’m waiting…”

You blow out a shaky breath. Fuck it. “You just want to hear me say that I’m fucking soaked because you’ve been rubbing me against your thighs and touching me for the last two hours and if I don’t come soon, I’m going to lose my goddamn mind.”

He smirks as you approach the hotel lobby. “Well, I certainly wasn’t expecting to hear you say all that.”

“You absolutely were.”

The air conditioned air in the hotel lobby feels extra icy against your sunwarmed skin and your sandals seem to clack particularly loudly against the marble floors.

“You have a smart mouth, do you know that?”

“You like it,” you say as you approach the bank of elevators. “That’s the reason why you pull half of this shit with me.”

“Perhaps.” He gives you a smile that feels a little dangerous and sends even more heat to your aching cunt. “But do you know what my favorite part of your smart mouth is, Mrs. Pine?”

“I’m sure you’re about to tell me.”

The elevator door opens. It’s empty and your cunt clenches at the possibilities this presents.

“My favorite part about your smart mouth,” says Loki in a low voice as you step into the elevator, “is that it will sound that much sweeter when I make you beg for me.”

The elevator door slides closed and you barely have a chance to react before he’s backing you up against the wall and pressing his thigh between your legs.

“You’re a disobedient, wicked tease, Mrs. Pine,” he growls, sending a thrill through you. “I think you could benefit from a firm hand.”

“You like it,” you breathe, rocking your hips against his thigh, trying to capture some of the same friction that was driving you wild earlier.

“Rutting yourself against my thigh in public like a common slut,” he purrs. “You must be desperate.” He slides a hand between your legs, slipping his fingers under your bathing suit. His expression changes the moment his fingers dip past the fabric—almost like he expected you to be wet, but not this wet.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he purrs as you keen. “You’ve made a mess of yourself, haven’t you?”

“I need to come so bad,” you gasp.

“I know you do.” He reaches over and slams the emergency stop button and the elevator shudders to a halt. “And you’re going to. Right now.”

“I can wait until we get to the ro—”

He spins you around and pulls you to him so your back is pressed against his chest.

“No, you can’t.” He curls his big frame over yours, sliding his hand back into your bathing suit and stroking the full length of your sex and making you cry out again. “You need it too badly.” He starts rubbing your clit with his middle and index fingers. “And I don’t think it’s going to take all that long, darling,” he growls, sucking your earlobe into his mouth, “because you’re already so fucking wet.”

There’s a small, distant part of you that resents the fact that he’s right about anything, let alone anything pertaining to your orgasms.

The larger part of you is focused on the fact that he’s right: you’re going to come and you’re going to come hard.

Your legs are shaking and you brace your arms against the elevator wall to hold yourself up. You moan loudly and arch your back as the feeling starts building in your hips.

“You need this so badly, don’t you?” He nips hard at your earlobe. “You’re desperate for it. I felt you tense up every time your sopping cunt rubbed against my thigh, every time I touched you just right.”

You whimper, pressure rising in your hips as you rock with his hands.

“You’re so close,” Loki purrs in your ear. His hips are thrusting mindlessly against your ass, like he can’t wait to be inside you.

“Fuck, I need to come,” you whimper.

“Oh, I’m going to make you come, darling, but I think what you really need is to be fucked.”

You moan as your orgasm starts to crest.

“You need to be fucked properly and hard,” he murmurs. “You need me to take care of your sopping wet, needy little cunt. You need to be filled to the brim with my cock and my come like the good girl that you are. You need to come over and over on my cock until you can’t take it anymore.”

This is what pushes you over the edge. The muscles of your cunt clench and then pleasure is blooming in your belly as the tension of the last two hours comes to a peak and you come hard. You cry out, your hips rocking against Loki’s hand, chasing the shimmery aftershocks.

“There she is, that’s my good girl,” he purrs. He holds you as you shudder and shake, his fingers still moving, still coaxing out those final waves of pleasure. But just when you think he’s about to pull his hand away, he starts massaging your clit again, one long finger slipping inside you.

“You don’t think you’re going to be satisfied with just one, do you?” he growls in your ear. “Not a needy girl like you, not when you’ve been dripping for hours. You need more, don’t you?”

“Oh fuck—” You can feel that pressure growing again and you know it’s going to be different this time.

“You’re going to come for me again, pretty girl,” he purrs. “And this time, I want to hear you scream.”

Everything is coiling up so tight and tense and suddenly two of his fingers are inside of you and they’re curling just right and the edges of your vision go white as everything inside you fizzes and releases and a sharp cry falls from your lips as you come.

“Good girl,” his voice rumbles low over the sound of your heart pounding in your ears.

His hand finally stills once the final aftershocks roll through you. Your legs are shaking, but his grip on you is still firm. Boneless, you turn to him and he presses his slick fingers past your lips. You suck and lick his fingers clean and then he’s kissing you, sucking your own essence from your lips and tongue.

“Fuck,” you breathe as the elevator shudders to life. “Fuck, that was so good.”

Loki laughs quietly and scoops you up into his arms as the elevator arrives at your floor.

“Oh, we’re nowhere near done, darling.”

Continued in Part 2

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Like you hate me

Loki x female reader

18+ | it’s just smut 😂 also apologies for my inactivity, I’ve been sooo busy but I’ve almost finished the semester so I’ll be back after that. I thought I’d quickly write something as evidence that I’m still alive 😂😂 just realising that I’ve forgotten how to write. If this is cringy then pretend you didn’t read it 🤣❤️ WK 900

“Like you hate me” you whispered against Loki’s ear, smirking as he ground his hips against yours, pinning you against the wall harder. You could feel his cock straining against the material of his trousers as he continued circling his hips, desperate for you. You gave him nothing, remaining silent as you awaited his next move. He asked how you wanted it, you answered, it was his turn to call the shots.

“You know not what you ask, pet” Loki uttered, his lips moving delicately across your neck as you lifted your head back, exposing more of yourself. His kisses grew harsher, more purposeful as one of his hands fell between you both, hiking up your dress before venturing underneath it. You bucked your hips as you felt Loki’s fingers against your pussy, his lick over your pulse point a silent thank you for not wearing any panties. Your eyes fell closed, quiet gasps falling from your lips as Loki circled your clit. You widened your legs a little as his lips met yours in a messy kiss. You moaned as you felt one of his fingers entering you before another causing your legs to almost give way.

Before you could really let the pleasure consume you, Loki pulled out of you, his fingers drawing lazy circles over your clit again as he broke the kiss.

“Once I remove my hand from between your thighs, you’re going to turn around and bend over a little” Loki instructed, waiting for you to nod in agreement before he reluctantly removed his hand. Obediently, you spun around, placing your hands against the wall as you bent over, biting down your smile as you heard Loki unbuckling his belt. “Good girl” he spoke against your ear as he stood behind you, leaning over you a little.

You smiled as his hands gripped your hips, angling you towards him before your smile fell, feeling one of his hands come into contact with your ass in a grating slap.

“Beautiful” Loki admired, looking down at his handprint forming on your ass cheek.

He barely gave you a moment to recover or respond before he was entering you completely, filling your needy pussy with his hard cock. You moaned, pushing back against him as he bottomed out.

“Fuck” he spoke through gritted teeth as he pulled out before thrusting inside of you again and repeating his movements. He set a steady pace, chasing his own pleasure as his name fell from your lips. Using one of your hands, you steadied yourself against the wall whilst trying to rub your clit with the other before Loki grabbed the wayward hand, placing it against the wall again.

His thrusts grew harder, his hips smacking against you violently as he fucked you, grunting your name. His vigorous movements pushed you against the wall, your cheek coming into contact with the cold material as you continued to moan. The hand Loki was using to keep yours up snaked around you before you felt his fingers circling your wet clit again.

“Fuck Lokii” you mewled, vision blurry as he rubbed your clit, thrusting even harder. You felt his cock hitting that perfect spot repeatedly causing your arousal to drip down his thick veiny length. His fingers left you for a moment before you heard him release them from his mouth with a pop causing you to clench down around him as you imagined the sight.

“Delicious” he hummed before massaging your clit again. The fast circles caused you to scream his name as you came but Loki didn’t stop. He continued fucking you, two of his fingers still circling your clit as his lips met the nape of your neck.

“L-lokii” you moaned.

“This is how you wanted it, up against the wall like a whore, a whore I hate” he grunted “well, whore, we’re not stopping until I come” he sniggered darkly.

You tried to clench your walls around him, wanting him to climax as your pleasure became overwhelming but each moment passed so slow. His fingers didn’t leave your swollen clit, his cock didn’t stray far from your sensitive pussy.

“Lokii fuckk” you mewled, overstimulated as another orgasm threatened to ripple through you.

“N-not yet!” He almost snarled, chasing his pleasure.

“I-I can’t—I’m gonna c—ughh” you struggled to stand, your pleasure building before you reached your climax, practically falling back against Loki who let you recover for a few moments as he slowed his pace before he was pushing you back against the wall.

“Can you give me one more? One more, hmm?” He cooed in your ear “we can do it together” he encouraged, his movements speeding again. “One more and then you’re done” he smiled against you, wrapping his arms around yours and pulling you backwards, arching your back before he was fucking into you with ardour again.

“Ughhh” you moaned, your body practically shaking as he moved in and out of you. You felt his lips against your neck as he neared his orgasm.

“Say my name” he instructed.

“Lokii” you answered breathlessly, your pleasure building as his thrusts grew lazy, desperate.

“SAY MY NAME!” He commanded.

“LOKII!” You yelled, vision blurring as your body tensed, the unbearable pleasure shrouding you.

“That’s it, good girl” Loki groaned, movements stilling as he came inside of you, pulling out a little before pumping his load inside of you again. “Good girl” he repeated, kissing your back.

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The Fall - Chapter II

Pairing: Manipulative!Dom!Loki x Sub!fem!Reader

This work is set in an AU.

Chapter I here.

Summary: Against your basic human instincts, you choose to go on that date.

Author’s note: thank you so much for the love on chapter 1!! I was really hesitant to post this fic- I’m so thankful people are liking it so far! I am in no way advocating for this kind of dynamic, it can get very toxic very fast. Stay safe out there folks 🖤

As always, likes, reblogs, and comments are much appreciated 🖤🖤🖤

This is work of fiction is 18+!!!!, and contains graphic descriptions of rough sex, manipulation, sadism, masochism, a sketchy situation in a car, oral sex (m receiving), shoe stuff, a dom/sub dynamic, a broken reader. Please do not interact if you are a minor or are sensitive towards any of the themes mentioned above.

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You stood outside your apartment. It was cold out, though your palms were sweating. 

You heard his car before you saw it, the sleek black vehicle pulling up just ahead of you. Walking over to the passenger side you got in, the butterflies in your stomach making you nauseous. 

“Hi,” you turned, giving him a little smile. 

His glance moved up from your legs to your face, a hint of a smirk gracing his lips. “Shall we?” 

Nodding, you smoothed your hands on your skirt. 

“Nervous?” His tone held an edge of amusement as he pulled away from the curb. 

“A little.” You pressed your thighs together, a low throb between your legs at his comment. 

“I’m flattered.” He gave you a smile. You couldn’t help but smile back, the warmth of it infectious. 

You felt some of the nerves dissipate. Though there was a tug within your chest as he drove on, something deep within you urging you to flee. 

“I suppose it doesn’t help that you don’t know my name,” he chuckled, running a hand through his dark waves almost bashfully. 

You kept your eyes on him, admiring the length and strength of his fingers as they returned to the wheel. 

“It’s Loki,” he grinned, catching your eye as he stopped at a red light. 

You smiled. “Hi, Loki.” 

He chuckled. “Hello to you too.” 

~~~

You sat in the chair before you, the low light of the candle the only thing illuminating the dark corner you’d been seated in. He slid into his seat across from you, eyes glittering in the low light, watching you take in your surroundings. 

The restaurant he’d taken you to was nice - shockingly so. The dark lighting provided an intimate yet warm space, the furnishings well made and clearly expensive. 

“I didn’t know this existed,” you said with a smile, looking down at the set menu, prices nowhere to be seen. 

He smiled back, his posture relaxed against the chair, long arm laid out against the rest, the glint of a silver cufflink peeking out from behind his suit’s sleeve. His brilliant eyes didn’t leave you. Interested yet amused, he looked as if he were seeing all of you, all at once. All the insecurities, the self-doubt, the constant stress of acting the part of who you thought you should be. You squirmed a little, feeling exposed, chastising yourself for the prickle of heat in your cheeks. 

“The best spots are always those off the beaten path,” he smirked, nodding at the server as they filled your glasses with wine. 

“How did you find this place?” You asked, taking a sip from your glass, the smooth, deep red delicious. 

“I work in the industry,” he leant closer, resting an elbow on the table. “Between you and me it’s the only perk of the job.” He gave you a grin. 

You couldn’t help but smile back, everything about him was so magnetic. You’d never been on a date like this before, one where you didn’t want to die of boredom. “And what do you do in the industry?” 

His eyes shone, “what do you think I do?” 

You pursed your lips in thought. “Food critic?” 

He let out a laugh at that. “Apologies. I suppose you could say that, though you’d be hard pressed to find a column of mine in Sunday’s paper.” 

You took another sip of wine, thinking. “You’re a chef.” 

He smiled, taking a sip of water. “I am.” 

You shook your head. “Honestly? Wouldn’t have guessed,” your eyes fell to his fingers, noticing the calluses and a faint scar here and there. “Though the 1 AM grocery store visits make a lot more sense.” 

He chuckled. “Where else am I supposed to gather the supplies to maintain my steady diet of instant noodles and microwaveable mush?” He saw your expression and smiled guiltily. “Hard to cook for yourself after a day of doing it for other people.” 

You smiled, the knots in your stomach gone. You’d never met someone so easy to talk to, so willing to listen and to ask about you. He was smart, almost intimidatingly so, able to keep up with you even as you described the intricacies of your work. The conversation flowed so easily you quickly found yourself divulging things that would’ve been off-limits for anyone else. But it felt good to open up, to have his focus on you alone. You wanted him to see you, the real you, all that you’d kept hidden away for so long. You found it flowing out with your words. 

It felt like minutes, not hours, as you spoke throughout the meal, the server dropping a delicate plate of small desserts off at your table along with some coffee. When he’d asked if you wanted to come back to his you hoped you hid the excitement brimming within you.

And soon you were walking back to his car, slipping in to the black leather as he peeled off back towards you came. 

~~~

“Do you do this often?” 

You turned to him, his expression unreadable, gaze fixed on the road. “Do what?” You asked, picking at the hem of your skirt. 

“Go places with strange men.”

You swallowed, your cheeks hot. “No.” 

“Not very wise, is it?” He turned off the main road. You ignored the racing of your heart as you entered a neighbourhood unfamiliar to you, the passing houses progressively less well-kept. 

You chewed your lower lip, unsure of what to say. The change in him in the 5 minutes that had passed since you’d departed the restaurant had your heart racing. 

“But that’s part of the thrill, isn’t it?” The corner of his mouth twisted upwards. “I could have a wife for all you know.” 

Your eyes fell to the glint of the silver ring on his index finger on the steering wheel, your heart in your throat. You pressed your thighs together, a poor attempt to quell your excitement. Christ. What is wrong with you?

He chuckled, turning another corner before pulling over, a mailbox in front of a pathway seemingly leading to a forest.

You swallowed as if it’d help you find your voice. “Do you?” You turned, watching the blue-green eyes focus on the rearview mirror as he reversed into the spot. 

He killed the engine, turning to look at you with a smirk. “Does it matter?” 

You licked your lips. “Please.” 

His eyes glinted as they searched your own. He watched you, those eyes easily seeing your fear, and beyond it. “Never married. Unattached.” He winked then slipped out of the car, closing the door behind him as he started up a path. 

You scrambled to follow, the walkway softly illuminated as it wound through the darkened trees. 

~~~

Your eyes widened as soon as you crossed the threshold, the living room beyond the entrance warm and welcoming. The floors were a deep mahogany, accented by curved wooden walls with new age sculptures and soft, expensive-looking furniture. The kitchen lay just beyond, the large black marble island looking as elegant as it did practical. 

He’d tossed his keys into the bowl at the front, slipping off his jacket before rolling up his sleeves. He was watching you with a smirk, his hands in his pockets as you took it all in. 

“This place is,” you trailed off, turning so you could get a look at it all. “Wow.”

“Thank you,” he smiled, coming forward to take the jacket from your shoulders. You shivered as his finger grazed your skin. 

“Something to drink.” It was more of a statement than a question. He hung your coat by his before making his way to the kitchen, pulling a bottle of wine from a cupboard. 

You followed him, resting your elbows on the black marble of the kitchen island as you watched. 

He pulled a corkscrew from a drawer, his forearms tensing as he expertly cut the seal before screwing in the device and pulling out the cork. He poured you a glass, then one for himself, before guiding you over to the couch. You sat as he settled in a chair across from you, his eyes glinting in the warm light. 

You chewed your lip, shifting on the couch. You couldn’t shake the feeling that if an audience were watching they’d be throwing popcorn at the screen, shouting at you to get your things and go. Everyone knew what happened to the girl who trusted a little too much, who took the wrong path. But that wasn’t you. You were always so careful, almost to a fault. This is just an act of rebellion, you told yourself. Why not be imperfect this one fucking time?

“You can leave if you’d like,” your eyes met his as his voice cut through your thoughts. 

“I don’t want to leave,” you spoke, your voice soft, almost apologetic. As if he’d chastised you. 

His expression was unreadable, glimmering eyes taking you in. “I don’t want you to feel trapped here. If you’d like to go at any point,” he gave a lazy gesture with his hand, long fingers curved upwards, “say the word.” 

You swallowed, nodding. 

“You seem like a smart girl,” he spoke, a rasp to his voice. “I’m sure a lot of people would say so, wouldn’t they?” 

Your gaze fell to your hands, “they would. But not a lot of people really know me.” 

He chuckled. “You aren’t some mystery to unravel, darling. I saw right through you the moment we met.” 

You pursed your lips. “I wasn’t hiding myself when I met you.” 

“You weren’t,” he smiled, tilting his head in acknowledgement as he leant back in his chair. “But this,” he gestured to you, “and the little getup you had on the next night when you begged for my attention, is that you hiding?” 

You chewed your lip. 

“Don’t be so coy. You like my eyes on you, don’t you?” 

You squirmed, swallowing. “I do.” 

“Finally!” He grinned as he saw you flinch with his exclamation, “she offers up some truth.” His gaze skimmed down your bare legs. “Now I can be honest with you. What I’m looking for- it isn’t conventional. Really, it’s anything but,” he smirked as if he’d told a joke. 

“I’ve been with partners, long term and short term. I’ve enjoyed the game in the chase. But I’ve had my fill,” he’d tilted his head to the side as he spoke, those blue-green eyes piercing. “I want something else. Something more. I want someone who won’t hesitate to break themselves for me,” he smirked. “Someone who wants to break for me. Who will let me tear them apart and rebuild them into exactly what I want. As many times as I want,” he took a sip of wine, assessing your gaze. “Does that put you off?” 

You were captivated as you gently shook your head no. 

He chuckled, shaking his head. “That does baffle me.” 

You tilted your head in question. 

“You know nothing of my life, and very little of my tastes. There is much wickedness in this world, little girl.” His grin was near criminal, his eyes alit with excitement. ”And yet you seem eager to toy with it,” he tilted his head. He was daring you to run. 

You swallowed hard. “Is that wrong?” 

He swirled the wine in his glass, studying it. “Not to me,” the look he gave you made your breath catch in your throat. You felt pinned to the very spot by the heat in his gaze. “I’m more interested in seeing just how far you’ll go.” 

Another challenge, you thought, heart beating fast as you twisted the stem of the wine glass between your fingertips. “Can I ask you something?” 

“Of course,” he nodded, gesturing towards you lazily. 

“That first night at the grocery store,” you bit the inside of your cheek. “Why’d you stop at the end of the aisle?” 

“Honestly?” 

You nodded, sitting forward. 

“I couldn’t recall if I had oyster crackers at home or not.” He fixed you with a passive shrug, the low light glinting off his eyes. 

You ignored the heat in your cheeks. 

He set his wine down on the table beside him. “Oh pet,” his voice was sickly sweet with condescension, “come here,” long fingers gesturing to you. 

You shakily stood, stepping over to the armchair before his grip found your wrist and brought you between his legs, guiding you to sit on his knee. His thumb smoothed against your cheek, his eyes falling to the low cut of your blouse briefly, a hand coming to support your lower back. 

Your breath caught in your throat as he brought you closer, blue-green gaze taking you in, his thumb tracing downwards, hooking under your chin to angle your lips closer to his. 

“Is this alright?” He spoke, voice low, your eyes fluttering shut as his lips brushed against yours with the words. 

You swallowed. “Yes,” you mumbled, lost in him already. 

“Do tell me if things ever aren’t alright, or if you want to stop,” his lips brushed against yours again, forcing a little gasp from you. “I take no pleasure in non-consent.” Another brush of his lips had you melting against him. He pulled back suddenly, your eyes opening to the low light. “I need you to answer me pet.” 

You swallowed, nodding. “Okay. I will.” Your voice caught in your throat. 

His lips curved in the slightest as he drew closer once again. “Good girl.” 

Before you could process anything else he was kissing you- his fingers light against your jaw, his other hand grasping your hip, guiding you to straddle him. Your head spun as you settled over his lap, feeling the warmth of muscle beneath his thin shirt. 

He guided you to roll your hips against him, and you gasped, his teeth nipping at your bottom lip as he did it again and again. You were panting as he licked into your mouth, his clever tongue making you tighten your hold on him. He held you tighter, closer to him, forcing a whimper from your throat. 

He pulled away, resting his forehead against your own as you kept moving, the heat between your legs almost unbearable. He hummed lightly, his hand falling to grip your ass as the other traced the skin of your thigh. 

Your breath caught as you felt how big he was, the heat of him seeping through his jeans. “I don’t usually,” you trailed off, panting as he bent to nip at your throat, sucking your skin harshly before smoothing over it with his tongue. You moaned, wishing you didn’t have so many fucking clothes on. “I don’t do stuff like this,” you breathed, lips seeking his for another deep kiss. 

He chuckled. “Of course you don’t, darling.” He bent to kiss just beneath your earlobe, his tongue coming to trace the shell of your ear as you whined, a tremble in your grip. “But that’s part of the fun, isn’t it?” 

You nodded, panting, not even really hearing his words. You melted further into him, lost in this stranger as his long fingers tilted your head upwards to capture your lips once more. His hand slid up from your thighs, slowly tracing up your skirt, his calloused hands warm against you. He splayed his hand out, pinky and ring finger finding the inside of your thigh, coming up slowly as he kissed you more. You gasped when you felt his fingertips graze against the seam of your panties, knowing the wetness he felt. 

He pulled back with a smirk, gazing up at you. “When was the last time you touched yourself?” 

You swallowed, pressing yourself further against him. “T-today,” you wet your dry lips. “This morning.”

He tsked, his fingertips pushing up the hem of your tight skirt slowly. “So wet again already?” His eyes flickered down to the black lace of your panties as they came into view with your slow movements. “You’re dripping. All for me?” You nodded, fingers pressing against his lower abdomen, the heat that seeped through the thin cotton of his shirt addictive. 

“And how did you get yourself off this morning, pet? Did you watch something vile as you played with your little cunt?” You shook your head. Your skirt was pushed up around your waist now, his fingertips sliding under the lace of your panties as they pressed into the flesh of your ass. 

He grinned sinfully. “Ah so your thoughts were of me. Naughty thing,” his gaze flickered to your lips, “what did you think of?”

You opened your mouth but closed it, the heat returning to your cheeks. 

You moaned as his fingers dug harshly into the flesh he’d been so tender with a moment ago. “Answer me.” 

“You-“ you swallowed, “you being rough with me,” you gasped as he smoothed the skin of your ass. “S-slapping me and choking me,” you swallowed, “and spitting in my mouth as you, fuck,” you shivered as his other hand traced up your spine, his eyes dark as they watched you. “As you used me to get off.” You finished, voice hoarse as you tilted your hips back as your cunt pressed against his lap. 

“My, my,” he chuckled, spreading his legs a little wider. “Did you come up with that all by yourself?”

Your brows furrowed as he guided you off of him, finding yourself on shaky legs, unsure of what to say. “Get down on your knees.” He commanded, as you sank down, the wood underneath them surprisingly warm. 

You looked up, your eyes falling to the thick outline within his trousers. He hooked his fingertips under your chin, guiding your gaze upwards, past his slightly exposed chest, the smirk he wore near criminal. His thumb pressed against your lips, and you opened, sucking on it eagerly as you held his gaze. He chuckled again. “Be careful what you wish for.” 

Spit gathered on your lips as he rubbed his wet thumb against them. “Open,” he called, and you did as you were told, tongue meeting the two fingers he pressed into your mouth. You took them deep, tears springing to your eyes as he pressed them further in, tickling the back of your throat. His gaze was expressionless, simply watching as you held your hands in your lap, tongue swirling against his palm as he reached new depths, eventually making you gag. 

That brought a smirk to his lips, and he pulled his fingers from your mouth, once again rubbing the wetted digits against your puffy mouth. “Take off your clothes,” he leant back against the sofa with a sigh, reaching for his wine as you fumbled with the zipper on the side of your blouse. You let it fall from your arms, then stood to shimmy out of your skirt. He passively watched as you squirmed out of your panties, peeling the gusset wet with your arousal away from your slit with a hiss. 

He beckoned you forward, and you stood between his legs. He grasped your wrist and pulled you across his knee, so your midsection hung over him, your breasts pressed into the cool leather of the couch. You gasped as his hand slid on the back of your thigh, just below your ass. “You are a lovely thing, aren’t you?” 

You whined, hips grinding against his thigh at the comment. You could feel the wetness spread with your movements, his fingertips lightly dragging against your slit making you whine. “So fucking eager,” he did it again, but slowly, gathering a bit of slick against his fingertips. 

“Fuck,” you whimpered, wishing he’d only give you more. 

He chuckled, “I’ve barely touched you, pet.” He slid a hand into your hair, tugging at the roots to pull your face from the leather. You moaned, hands scrambling for purchase beneath yourself as your back bent. “I was going to toy with your cunt, but it seems you won’t last long. No use in it, is there?” 

You groaned, pushing your hips against his thigh, all rational thoughts gone. 

He tsked, rolling you off of him so you landed on your knees on the ground, a hiss coming from your lips on impact at the sting. Looking up you spotted a mirror propped up against the far wall. You hadn’t noticed it until now. The scene before you made your cunt ache, your naked body almost a shock in contrast to the well-dressed man on the couch behind you, not a hair out of place. The slick between your thighs caught the warm light from the lamp. He leant forward, forearm pressing against his thigh as his other hand wrapped around your throat. 

You groaned, hips moving against the air as if it’d help quell the desire between your legs. 

“What a sight,” he leant forward so his lips ghosted the shell of your ear as he spoke. You could see down his loose shirt in the mirror, the top buttons exposing his taut chest. You trembled, hips moving on their own accord once more as his grip tightened. “I haven’t even touched you and I can already tell I own that cunt.” 

Your brows knit together and you nodded at his words, your mouth open as you panted. He turned, running his tongue along the shell of your ear. The sound that you made was almost inhuman, your hands clawing at your thighs as he tightened his grip further. “Fucking pathetic,” he whispered, the gravel in his voice making your eyes roll back as your hips moved in useless circles. He let go of your throat with a slight push and you gasped, your shaky hands scrambling to hold you upright. 

“Please,” you rasped, meeting his icy gaze in the mirror as he took another sip of wine. His brow raised, he nodded for you to speak before setting the glass back down. “Can I suck your cock?” You asked, voice small as you met his gaze with heavy-lidded eyes. 

He smirked. “You were telling the truth, weren’t you pet?” 

You watched in the mirror as he stood, stepping around to face you. “You’re willing to do anything for it, for my attention.” 

You nodded as your eyes fell to his fly, long fingers pulling against the fabric as he released his cock from his pants, the sight of it making your mouth run dry. “Well then, let’s see how far anything will take us, won’t we?” 

You gazed up to find him smirking at you and you smiled before opening your mouth. His fingers found your jaw and he held your mouth open, his lips pursing as he spat into your mouth, some of it catching on your bottom lip. You keened high in the back of your throat, tasting him on your tongue as your hips shifted again, your fingertips itching to touch your dripping slit. 

He chuckled. “Nasty little thing,” he spoke, fisting his cock with his other hand. “Hands off that fucking cunt.” 

You nodded, keeping your mouth open, your eyes on his as you licked your bottom lip. He rested both hands against your head as he fed you his cock, your eyes closing at the warmth and weight of it on your tongue. You got to work, relaxing your throat as you took him deep, your tongue rubbing up against him. You took him all the way and stopped, looking up to see his dark eyes gazing at you before he started to thrust. 

You gagged as he repeatedly hit the back of your throat, the length of him hard for you to take. Tears sprung to your eyes and fell as he moved faster, your hips still circling as your hands held onto each other in your lap. He pulled out, his eyes falling from your face to your breasts as you kissed his tip. “What a pretty little whore,” he smirked, running a thumb through your tears. His hand held the side of your cheek and you nodded up at him, giving permission. He raised it and struck, the impact stinging against your cheek as you groaned, licking your lips as you watched him. 

His eyes were cloudy as he pressed his cock within your mouth once more. You were so enthralled you hadn’t noticed he’d shifted to press the leather of his shoe up against your bare cunt, the sensation making you flinch. You held his cock between your lips, tongue caressing it as he nodded down at you. “It’s the only thing you’ll get tonight darling,” he thrust further into your mouth, “go on.” 

You didn’t need to be told twice and started grinding down against his shoe as he used your mouth. You groaned, feeling the slick gather quickly as you angled your hips just so to glide your clit against the soft leather. His jaw was set as he thrust into your throat, and the sight made you only wetter, your hips stuttering as his brows knit together. 

Your pace was frantic, and you moaned around him as he angled his foot upwards, so your clit dragged deliciously, and almost painfully against the laces. Just as he pushed as far as he could go against your throat you froze, feeling a your cunt spasm around nothing, whining pitifully around his cock. You felt his balls twitch as he came deep in your throat a moment later, the sharp exhale of breath from above the only other indicator that he came. You swallowed all he had to give you eagerly as you trembled, his warm hands coming to rest on your shoulders. 

He pulled himself from your lips and you blinked, processing what just happened. You’d never acted like that before, never came like that before. You’d fantasised about it, sure, but the most you’d ever come to was a light spanking and some choking, never that. 

“Pet,” he spoke, the lightest touch guiding your gaze to his. “Let’s get you cleaned up.” 

~~~

He was so gentle with you as you showered, wrapping you in a fluffy towel before he sat you on the edge of his bed. 

You were lost to thought. It had all felt so… So right. So right to do whatever he’d asked of you, the way he handled you so deliciously sent a pulse to your cunt, as if to remind you that you hadn’t even fucked. His cruel fucking joke only made you want more. 

“Are you alright?” He asked, bringing you a cool glass of water. 

You blinked up at him. He looked a little apprehensive. You hoped he hadn’t been watching this whole time. “Is it wrong to say I think I’m the most alright I’ve been in a very long time?” You bit your lip, the cool glass pressing against your palm. 

You could see the relief in his eyes. He hid a grin, biting his lip as he shook his head. “No, Pet. Not wrong.” He brushed your cheekbone with his thumb. “Just a little fucked up.”

~~~

Author’s note: 🙃 welcome to hell 🖤 thank you for joining me. Not sure if I’ll post a third chapter, as things are likely to only get darker. Thank you for reading! 🖤🖤🖤

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Imagine eating a Popsicle in front of sub Loki - Nsfw

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The past few days were too hot for your liking - you don't handle the heat well .

You felt like you were melting and your touch starved Lover Loki makes it even worse .

Refusing him for a while telling him to not touch you because it's too hot - made him a annoying desperate Mess

Maybe you enjoy this a little bit too much but it's like a punishment for all the time he teased and tricked you.

You decide to tease Loki and eat in front of him a Popsicle.

Licking , swirling my tongue around it - sucking it

Knowing that Loki is watching you - observing you -every second of it

Darling, what have I done to deserve this Torment - you hear Loki say

Smiling you went to him and climbed on his lap - kissing him passionately - handing your Ice Stick over to him ordering Loki to eat it because you want to lick something else

After getting up from his Lap -you kneeled in front of him and freed his majestic length

Taking it in your mouth - you heard him moan after being desperate for so long - looking in his eyes to see his reaction- starting gently with long slow licks -teasing him with your Tongue

Slow sucking up and down

Getting more and more sloppy

Moving up and down

Taking him deeper and deeper

Hearing Loki breath heavily

You knew he was close

A moment later he came into your Mouth -you tried to swallow it but most of his seed is sliding down your throat

you stand up and kiss him sloppily

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