#Sub!Loki/Female Reader

[superficialdomina]

Devoted

A/N: My humble contribution to @sarahscribbles Big Follower Celebration! 

Prompts: Rooftop, rain

Warnings: Smut. 18+; minors DNI. Sub!Loki x Domme!reader; established D/s relationship. P in V. One slap. Loki is a good boy.

WC: 2456

Loki knelt on the rooftop terrace, eyes closed, concentrating. He noted the dull ache that had crept up his back, the pain of the hard surface beneath his shins, the strain on his neck from the weight of his bowed head. He felt the tickle of his long curls as they caressed the side of his face in the gentle breeze, and fought the urge to brush them away. Breathe, he told himself. Concentrate on your breath.

“Don’t move,” you had said, placing a gentle hand on Loki’s lowered head, softly catching his hair in your fingers and giving a gentle tug, the way you might reassure yourself that a rope was secure. And then you had walked away, back behind the glass doors of the covered rooftop.

Don’t move, you had said, and the words crashed through his mind again now. Don’t move. 

And he hadn’t.

It was a test. He understood that. And he relished the chance to demonstrate his devotion to you.

The discomfort was challenging, but nothing he couldn’t overcome. You had taught him that. Use it, you had said. Meditate on it. Pain is a delightful, hypnotic force; let it guide you, feed you. So he had.

And in that meditation, he had found himself.

Where once anger would have risen at this feeling of powerlessness, he now felt determination. Where once he may have flushed with humiliation at the mere thought of your command, here on his knees in the cold evening light, instead he felt his body flush with arousal. With pride. With devotion. 

You had taught him that, too. Don't you tire of it, pet? You had said. Of feeling nothing but anger? Wouldn't you like to know the fascinating spectrum of emotions that you are capable of? 

And he had found it to be true; without the mask of rage and bitterness, he had discovered the freedom and beauty of his emotional range. In the safety of your embrace, there was no need to be afraid of his feelings. Indeed, they could be quite exquisite. 

His cock gave a small twitch, but he urged it to still; that was not why he was here.

Instead, he focused on the points of discomfort, each one a reminder of his place in your world. He belonged to you. Every hurt, every pain, was a gift you had given him. You accepted him, they told him. His devotion. His submission. And most powerful of all: through your acceptance, he could accept himself. 

In return, he would give you this simple offering; his eternal, unwavering devotion.

With that mantra, the pain receded, replaced by a joyful, empty sensation. His skin tingled, his breath slowed. Yes. The intense, primal arousal of submitting to your will. This.

Rain began to fall. Softly at first, so that he heard the gentle pitter-patter before he felt the first drops. But it quickly grew to a downpour, soaking his clothing, plastering his hair to his face. Endless rivulets streamed over his eyes, nose, mouth. But there was no urge to wipe them away now. 

He still did not move. He knew he wouldn't, until you released him. Here, on the dark rooftop, in the falling rain, he would prove his devotion to you.

***

You watched Loki from just inside the glass doors, your pride and affection growing with every moment he remained perfectly still on the hard floor. Rain soaked his clothing, his hair; a puddle had formed around him as water ran off his large frame. You watched as a strong breeze tugged hard at his hair, knowing how it must sting as it whipped across his face. 

But he didn't move. He remained frozen in place, kneeling awkwardly on the wet concrete, exactly as you had left him. 

For you. Because he belonged to you. 

Your body reeled with the heady flush of desire and power at his incredible demonstration. You had never doubted his sexual submission to you; you knew that in the peak of arousal, he loved nothing more than to be dominated by you. For his pleasure to be determined by you. 

But this… Was different. This was more than the fleeting pre-orgasmic thrill of relinquishing control. 

Devotion. 

You smiled, feeling delicious, dominant energy imbue your body with a deep inhale. It's time.

Lustful and power hungry, you walked through the glass doors to the open rooftop.

***

You slowed as you neared him. He must have heard your footsteps approaching, but did not raise his head. “Such a good boy,” you murmured softly, and the slightest clench of his jaw, the merest flutter of his eyelids, told you he had heard you.

The heavy rain soaked you, but you didn't care - you would be dry again momentarily. When you finally reached him, you paused for a moment to admire him one more time. His chest heaved with every inhale, his wet shirt plastered to his sculpted torso, still regally tucked into the slutty waistband of his soaked leather pants. His back remained beautifully straight, hands clasped behind him, his head perfectly bowed. He's been practising, you smiled to yourself.

Finally, you reached out and tapped his shoulder twice, your wordless instruction to raise his head. And at last, he looked up at you, his eyes dark and blown wide. Fuuuck, you thought, realising the depth of his reverie, and you felt yourself brimming over with pride. With love.

"Sweet Prince," you gushed, praise spilling out of you. "You have done so beautifully. So perfectly." You stroked his soaking hair, your eyes never leaving his, as you gently cleared the strands that he had toward for so long from his eyes and face. 

"Are you pleased, Goddess?" His voice was low and trance-like. 

"So pleased, my darling," you crooned. "So very impressed. So proud." He didn't quite smile, but you watched his features shift, relaxing, peaceful, as he gave a long, slow exhale. Your own breath came ragged in response, desire running hot through your body. You forced yourself to breathe deeply. "Rise," you commanded gently.  

He did so slowly, aching muscles stinging as blood rushed back into them, but he made not a sound of complaint. You offered him your arm to steady himself; when he was securely on his feet, you spoke again.

"Take us somewhere warm and dry, pet." 

In a moment, the rainy rooftop melted around you, a transitional fog quickly replaced by the dark of Loki's quarters, complete with luscious furnishings and decadent comforts. A fire gently burned on the hearth, casting warmth and light across the room. 

"Beautiful," you murmured softly. You knew how much Loki loved to be praised. And he deserves it, you thought, eyes returning to his perfect face. “But, my darling, I am still quite damp.”

“Forgive me, Goddess,” he uttered quickly, the intimate tingle of his seidr passing over you briefly before you were once again perfectly dry, wrapped in a beautiful satin robe of his conjuring. You momentarily relished the sensation of the soft fabric on your otherwise bare skin.

You were about to share your admiration, when you noticed a familiar scent about you; wattleseed and… petitgrain. You quickly ran a hand through your hair, finding it soft and clean. 

You gave him a look of utter delight. “Did you wash my hair?”

“Oh… yes, Goddess,” he replied, lowering his eyes and blushing sheepishly. 

Desire crashed over you anew, your blood running hot at his small act of servitude. In two steps you were next to him, hands grasping his still-wet shirtfront and pulling him towards you, kissing him hotly. “Dear heart, that was so thoughtful. You are so talented,” you gushed between aggressive kisses, loving the joy that radiated from his face as you praised him. 

“I know you like it when I… Take initiative,” he stammered over your assault on his mouth. 

You had to stop yourself growling in response. Instead, you gently pushed on his chest, encouraging him backwards with the slightest force; he responded perfectly, yielding to the meagre pressure like a well-trained pony. One step, two, until he found himself tumbling backwards onto his own lush bed.

"You are overdressed, sweet,” you said softly, standing over him, and marvelled at his power as green light flickered around him. His wet clothes vanished, and suddenly his glorious naked body was displayed before you. "Sit up."

He came to a seated position as you slid your body astride him, the satin robe falling open, and your head swam in the glory of his admiration as he devoured your exposed body with his eyes.

“Good boy,” you murmured, twisting your hands in his hair and pulling it back, lifting his chin to expose the soft skin of his long, strong neck. His hands grabbed at your thighs, and you felt his cock swell beneath you as you placed slow, sucking kisses along his sharp jaw, his hips gyrating as he tried to grind against you. “So needy, pet,” you whispered, your lips at his ear, and were delighted by the whine he gave in response. But you weren’t done controlling his body.

“Stay still,” you commanded, and he stopped moving instantly. “Gooood boy,” you praised again, gently prying his hands from your hips and coaxing them behind his back. "Now - keep them there."

You lifted your body slightly, lining up his hard cock with your soaked, waiting entrance. 

"Not a sound, sweetheart," you said darkly. "The next words out of your mouth will be those begging for my permission to come." Oh divinity, to have this tremendous, powerful God completely at your mercy. His eyes never left your face as you steadily lowered yourself again, slowly impaling your wet cunt on his Godly cock. He remained perfectly still, perfectly silent. 

Perfect.

You began to move, slowly rising and falling, twisting and gyrating, taking your own pleasure from his body. Chasing every delicious pressure that his cock could give you, gliding satin-smooth inside you as you rode him. His eyes flickered briefly to your chest as your bare breasts heaved and bounced in rhythm with your body. A visual he would delight in, you knew. One hand still in his hair, you pulled tightly, knowing he would love it, knowing how hard it was for him to continue his silence. 

And yet, he did not make a sound, did not move a muscle. He had a task to perform for you, and as with everything he did for you, he was going to excel at it.

The rain continued to lash at the windows.

"Do you like that, my needy kitten?" You growled at him, not slowing in your movements, your face barely an inch from his. "Do you like the way it feels to have me ride you? Use you?" He remained steadfastly silent, though you could hear his ragged breath through his slightly parted lips. 

"Ng-aaa, it feels so good to fuck you, pet," you continue, "so good to pleasure myself on your cock." The hand not twisted in his curls ran softly down his broad chest, catching his smattering of body hair. "Your beautiful, perfect cock."

At your praise, he let out a tiny moan. It was only the smallest whimper, but his eyes widened and he pressed his lips together, waiting apprehensively to see if you had heard him.

Your free hand came up fast, slapping him hard across his razor-sharp jaw, his face jarred by the impact. As he turned back to you, your hand found his neck, fingers wrapping deftly around his throat.

"I said, not a sound, pet," you hissed, pressing your palm into his soft flesh. "Do you understand?" He met your eyes, but did not speak. Momentarily uncertain, you leant into his ear and murmured softly. 

"Colour?"

"Green, Domina," he breathed, so quietly you almost missed it. You smiled. Good boy.

You tilted your hips forward, slightly changing the angle at which he entered you, grinding your clit against the root of his huge, hard cock. With total control over the speed and depth of his penetration, you quickly discovered the inevitable path to your own orgasm, finding ultimate bliss at the friction and pressure of his movement inside you, against you. And yet, your eyes on his as you tightened your hold in his hair, the overwhelming lust and physical arousal that came from his following your meaningless commands, all exposed your deepest truth; that no physical stimulation could surpass the bliss, the beauty, the intimacy that was his glorious, perfect, complete submission.

"U-uh," you groaned as you ground your cunt onto him, "that's it, that's it." So still, so silent. So perfectly devoted. "I'm going to ride you until I come, pet. I'm going to fuck your perfect cock until it gives me the release I crave." His breath was fast and messy, his face taut with fierce concentration. "I'm - uugh, Gods, I'm going to ride you…Ng-aaa, until I…come-"

With ferocity, orgasm crashed over you, the intensity flooding your whole body. You felt it flush all the way to your fingertips, still wrapped in his hair, your breath coming in gasps as you pulled each inhale deep into your lungs. Lazily, you pulled his lips to yours, kissing him deeply, and were thrilled that, even now, he would not move to kiss you back. 

Barely lifting your mouth from his, you released him. "Move".

The assault from his tongue was immediate, pressing into your mouth like he had never before desired the taste of anything as much as your kiss. His hands, suddenly freed, grabbed needily at your waist, holding you as his hips rocked into you, finally letting go of his self control.

"Speak."

"Goddess," he gasped, his voice hoarse, "please, may I come?"

You gazed at him lovingly, meeting his wide, desperate eyes. "My sweet pet, of course you may."

With a roar, he came, his precious seed erupting into you, his body shuddering violently from the force of his release. 

You held him close as he continued to shake, his head pressed into your chest, whispering a stream of sweet praise into his ear. 

"My darling," you smiled, "my sweet kitten. What a beautiful gift you have given me tonight." You stroked his hair lovingly, hands tracing patterns of nonsense on his firm, muscular back, waiting patiently as he slowly came down. "Such unwavering devotion you've shown me. I'm so proud of you, my perfect boy…"

Gently, he lifted his head, his eyes filled with a deep conviction as he met yours.

"I belong to you, Goddess," he murmured softly, smiling gently. "I will always belong to you."

"You will always belong to me," you whispered back, taking his beautiful, smiling face in your hands. "Always."

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[peachyjinx]

*furiously running to your ask so hard there are skid marks on the ground*

I’ve been CRAVING some more orgasm denial so a drabble with that would be 💯

Only if you can, of course! There’s no pressure! 💚💚

@sarahscribblesssI couldn't decide who would be denied, so I figured- why not both?

This ended up more than a drabble tho...

The Denial Game

Relationship:

Pt 1: Dom!Loki x Sub!Reader,

Pt 2: Sub!Loki x Domme!Reader

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: 18+, oral (M & F receiving), spanking, orgasm denial

Part 1

“What are…what are you doing, Loki?”, you ask as he angrily pulls you into your room by your arm. The cocktails from the evening course through your veins, making you stumble into the darkened room. 

“Did you think your actions tonight would go unnoticed by me??,” Loki sneers as he closes the door behind him and walks closer to you. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about…”, your mind races through the evening as Loki towers over you, a menacing glare on his face. You can feel his warm breath lightly hit your cheeks as you look up at him, as you try to figure out why he’s acting like this. 

It was poker night in the Avengers tower, and you can’t recall what could’ve riled Loki up so much. The night was raucous as you all blew off steam, laughing and carrying on.  The evening came to an end with Tony winning the final pot to everyone’s annoyance.

Your look of confusion was obviously irritating Loki, his hands balling into fists as he glared at you. 

“You informed Stark and Banner of my ‘tell’”, he sharply explained, enunciating “tell”. 

“Oh that? How did you know that?” you bite your lip, trying to hold back a grin as you attempt to feign innocence while you step back, giving yourself breathing room from the irritable God. You think back an hour before, when you had joked with the two men when you had grabbed snack refills in the kitchen. Loki, naturally, had been cleaning the team out all night. So amidst the complaining in the kitchen, you offhandedly remarked to them that when he had a good hand, to watch his right eyebrow. 

Loki prided himself on his ability to remain unreadable. But you knew him better, especially when he had mead. 

“You thought you could obfuscate your intentions around me? That I wouldn’t notice Banner and Stark’s obvious improvement in the game?,” Loki chided you, crossing his arms.

“Are you serious?,” you scoffed. “It was just a game of poker, Loki, what’s the big deal?”, you ask incredulously as you remove your heels and make your way to your bedroom. 

From behind you hear Loki sigh. The room is suddenly eerily quiet as he doesn’t respond. 

“You are supposed to be loyal to me- and me only- pet. And now tonight I must remind you where your loyalties should lie”, he darkly responded, his voice lower now. 

“What are you talking about?”, you turn around, indignant at his apparent tantrum. Then your eyes land on his face. Loki’s features are calmer now, but his eyes are filled with a fire that you recognize- he isn’t just mad, he’s turned on. Your eyes drift down to the prominent bulge in his tight pants. A wave of heat crashes  through your body, as you realize what was probably going to come next. 

“Did you really think you could betray me without my knowing? And when I discovered your recalcitrance that I would not seek to punish you?”, Loki asked, slowly walking over to your couch while removing his suit jacket. You resist the urge to roll your eyes, thinking better of it.

“Come here”, he commanded from his seat on your couch, his cool tone sending a thrill through you. A flood rushed to your core, and you’re suddenly very aware of the wetness in your panties. You loved when he was like this.

You make your way to Loki, and he quickly snaps his long arm out, grabbing your waist and forcefully bending you over his lap. You know what’s coming and you hear blood rushing in your ears in anticipation. His erection is pushed into your stomach, and a small whine escapes your lips. 

Loki slowly hikes up your dress, exposing your lace covered ass. He hums in appreciation as he caresses your skin tenderly. You feel the wetness in your folds, and brace yourself for the impact about to come. 

THWACK. He smacks your ass and you squeal loudly. The burning sensation spreads throughout your left cheek, making you squirm on his lap. 

“Stay still and receive your punishment,” Loki grabs your wrists and holds them behind your back, making you moan.

THWACK. Another hit, his hand stretched against both cheeks. You feel your breath quicken, arousal consuming you. 

THWACK. Tears well up as you feel the might of his hand landing on your ass for a third time. Loki pauses for a moment, the only sound is your breathing and quiet moans. 

“And how is my pet feeling now? Do you regret working with our cohorts against me?”,  Loki’s deep voice affectionately coos.

“Yes, Loki…”, you know better than to argue with him, or you’d be raw and unable to sit tomorrow.

Loki lifts you off of his lap, his prominent erection making you whimper as he carries you to your bed. He lies you down on your back, and the cool comforter feels like a balm on your sore skin. Loki slowly removes your panties, while he drops down to his knees. He gently spreads your legs, kneading your inner thighs. You know you’re already close to coming, his intense, lust-driven spanking driving you mad. 

“Now you are not to hold back, I want everyone in this tower to remember where your allegiances lie,” Loki drawled as he took a large lick up your slit, moving slowly, tantalizing you.

“Oh God..” , you groaned, hips bucking into his mouth.

“That’s right, pet. I am your God, do not forget that,” he teased, nipping at your thigh. The next moment, he dips his tongue between your lips, and he feverishly devours you, licking and sucking at your folds. 

You look down to see his eyes burning with angry lust, his fingers digging in harshly into your thighs. You writhe under his demanding attention, moaning and screaming his name. The pressure builds quickly, your body alight with electricity from the spankings and intensity Loki is bestowing on you. 

He continues to feast on you, and you begin panting quickly, nearing the edge. 

“Do you want release, pet?” Loki purred, looking at you with dangerous eyes. 

“Yes…please, sir,” you moaned, on the precipice.

A dark chuckle comes from Loki as he lifts his head from your wet core. You lift your head and look at him, confused. Loki stands up, removes a silk handkerchief from his pocket, and dabs  your wetness off of his face.

“No. You have not earned it. Do not touch yourself, and do not find release until I say so.”

“But..what? Loki..you can’t,” you desperately cry, propping yourself up on your elbows with  pleading look. 

“Oh but I can. You are not to come until I give you permission,” Loki turns with his back to you as he walks towards the door, and looks over his shoulder as he walks out. 

“Good night, pet”, he flashes a devilish smile as he disappears into the darkness. 

PT 2

Two whole weeks. It had been two weeks since Loki had left you dazed and on the brink of orgasm. And he had been teasing you mercilessly since. Any time he was around you, he would send you sultry glances, touch you seductively on the small of your back, or whisper in your ear. He was becoming unbearable. 

On the elevator just a couple days after he had left you needy in your bed, he had pinned you up against the wall and kissed you passionately, groping you and grinding his hard length into your thigh. You would’ve let him take you right there, cameras be damned. 

A week into your torment, he came on to you in the communal showers. Walking up to you with his large erection, he demanded you let him wash you. You let him, as he pushed his cock against your ass while he caressed your body with a soapy loofah. Pure torture. 

And now he was grinning at you in the back of a car, as the two of you made your way to the restaurant for a birthday dinner. 

“And how is my pet faring without her God to release her?,” He asked, a casual air about him as he sat close to you, his finger lightly trailing down your thigh. 

“Like you care,” you snap. You are so tightly wound, you could probably come just by sheer will at this point. But you don’t want to give him the satisfaction. You can’t let him win. You have a plan- and he won’t like it one bit. 

“I’ve decided to give you what you need..what you crave so desperately. I expect you to be waiting for me in my quarters, midnight.”, Loki looked at you with his trademark smirk, and your eyes leered down over his bespoke suit covering him with aching perfection. Perfect, like always. 

“Loki, you better not be lying because I don’t know how much longer I can take this,” your voice broke as you felt hot all over, trying not to mount him in the car right now. 

Loki reaches out his hand to your chin, making you look into his eyes. He leans forward, slowly kisses you gently, as his hands cup your cheeks. You moan into his mouth as you dip your tongue into his, your hand wandering to his cock. It’s hard already. He gently grabs your hand and removes it from his lap, breaking the kiss. 

“You have been so good for me, pet. I promise I will be there,” Loki assures you from his pink lips. Breathless, you nod, as the door opens and Loki steps out. A shiver runs through your body and you take his hand as the two of you get out of the car. 

Then you smile to yourself, knowing what’s in store for him. After the first week, you had had enough of Loki’s teasing and enlisted help to pay him back. You had gone to Bruce, knowing he had special shackles that could restrain Loki, built with the help of Dr. Strange- and that Loki didn’t know about. You had visited Bruce in the labs, asking for the restraints. 

–

“Can I borrow them? Just for a couple of hours, I want to test them out”, you smiled at Bruce, batting your eyes. 

“Why? We haven’t needed them. What on earth would you need them for?”, he looked at you with a puzzled look.  

You shifted, looking away as you tried to come up with a less slutty reason to need them. 

“Oh ew, I don’t want to know about whatever sick things you guys are into”, Bruce made a face of disgust as he put down the soldering tools he was using. 

“Please, Bruce? I promise I’ll return them. Think of it as an experiment- we won’t know they really work unless we try them on him under extreme duress..”, you smile and look hopeful at him. 

“Ok fine,” Bruce sighed, unable to resist the urge to see if his invention was successful. “Let me show you how they work…”, he walked you over to the cabinets where they were stored.

“And don’t say a word of this to the others,” You looked at him sternly, pointing your finger at him. 

“I don’t even want to know, so don’t worry about that.” 

—-

The anticipation is killing you. You shift on the edge of his couch, facing the door. You had told everyone you had a headache, left the  party early, and are now eagerly waiting for his arrival. You fidget with the controller and small metal balls in your hand. Nanotech that worked like Tony’s suit, all you had to do was turn them on and the shackles would find Loki immediately. 

The door opened and Loki steps in gracefully, a proud smile on his face as he looks you once over, waiting for him.

“There’s my good girl, waiting for me like the perfect pet,” the tremble in his deep voice betrays how turned on he already is. You suspect he is probably just as needy as you. Good.

You launch yourself at him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as he pulls you tightly to him, the two of you feverishly kissing each other, the build up unbearable. You begin to suck and nip at his neck, his soft curls tickling your cheeks as you mark him. 

Loki reaches his hand down under your skirt and cups your sex, feeling the dampness there under your panties. A moan slips out as you attempt to move the two of you towards the wall. 

“You’re already so wet for me, pet. You’ve been so patient, I promise you will be rewarded,” Loki assures you as his back gently thuds on the wall behind him. 

“I want to show you how much I appreciate you. Can I please?,” you bite his ear, and Loki moans in response as his hands on your hips tighten. His erection pushes against your stomach, and you feel the wetness in between your thighs soaking your panties. A growl emits from Loki’s chest but you fight your instincts to let him take over and fuck you relentlessly like a wild animal.

As you continue to lick and bite his neck, your hand travels to his tight slacks, finding its prize, and you suddenly feel weak in the knees. He is so hard. So hard for you, and he’s all you wanted for weeks. You could barely think about anything else.

But this wasn’t about you bending to his will anymore, this was about control. You wanted to inflict on him what you had experienced. Make him squirm, beg, and plead.

 Newfound resilience flooded you, and you pull the small controller and pods from out of your pocket, turning the manacles on. They nanotech zooms from your hand, finding Loki’s wrists and transforming into large cuffs that fasten his hands firmly to the wall with loud CHUNK.

Loki’s breathing hitches, and you stop your attention on his neck. 

“What–what is this pet?”, he asks as you look up at his face, which is shifting from confusion to anger. 

“I told you, I really really want to show you how much I appreciate you. You deserve to be worshiped,” you smile teasingly and wink at him. 

Loki pulls on the cuffs, unable to move himself, now realizing he’s totally at your mercy. He looks down at you, his pupils blown wide in intense arousal, an arrogant grin on his face. 

“Of course pet, as you wish. You are always welcome to worship me as you see fit-” he gasps as you unzip and pull his aching cock out and begin to run your small hands down the length. 

His eyes close as he leans his head against the wall, any fight in him gone, as he feels you deliver him the pleasure he knows he deserves. 

“I just thought tonight I’d take things slow and make them extra special for you”, you hummed, beginning to pepper kisses on his hot skin of his length. His cock is bright red, precum already beading the tip as you lick gently.

“Mmmm you have a devious mind pet…”, Loki trails off, lost in the moment of feeling your hot mouth wrap around his painfully hard member, just aching to come down your throat. 

You increase your speed, sucking and stroking where your hand cannot reach. Moans begin to spill out of Loki’s mouth, and find yourself feeling faint. His smell, his taste, is overpowering after all of your restraint. 

You feel the ridges of his hot cock against your tongue, as you push your head against his stomach as far as you can go. Tears are beginning to burn your eyes as you choke and sputter, taking your mouth off of him to give your jaw a break. 

You look up at Loki and appreciate  the disheveled state that he’s in, his chest heaving and sweat beading on his forehead. Momentarily you think of changing your plan, letting him come in your throat like he so desperately wants. No, almost there. He looks down at you as you continue to suck on him, massaging his balls. He’s getting close, you can tell by the way his hips are jerking forward. 

You suck up his length one more time, release his cock with a “Pop!” sound. His eyes are now fixed on you, his hair messy and falling around his face, framing his tensely set jaw. You stare back at him, a wry smile on your face as you lean back, gently running just the tips of your fingers down his length. 

“Darling…please..” he looks down at you with pleading eyes, his eyebrows slanted. You feel your cunt clench, his neediness turning you on more than you thought it could. 

You stand up slowly, taking in the scene in front of you- Loki continues to pant, his weeping cock just moments from coming as he looks at you with confusion and desperation.

“Good night, sir,” you smile at him, turning your back to him as he’s left speechless, hot, and ready to burst. You quickly leave the room, and hear a primal, angry scream erupt from behind you, sending a chill down your spine. 

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Delayed Gratification [Loki x Fem.Reader]

A link to my (new) Masterlist is HERE Summary: [Oneshot/companion to Don't be Shy] A timid Loki breaks his s*x drought, with your encouragement. Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Smut. Sub!Loki. Language. Dirty Talk. (w/c 2.3k)

You pressed a thumb against the pad on your door. It beeped, making Loki flinch behind you.

“Gosh, you really are nervous.” you mumbled with a smile, hearing the rustle of Loki’s crisp shirt as he straightened.

Pouring two glasses of water, you set them the side-table next to the sofa. Loki had made himself comfortable, removing his waistcoat and sitting poised with his legs crossed.

“So how long is a long time, exactly?” you probed, sliding a hand up one muscular thigh as you settled beside him. Loki's eyes darted towards you, adjusting his hips.

“Since Asgard.” he murmured tentatively, voice catching as your fingers danced up his in-seam.

“Oh…that is a dry spell.” you cooed, an amused smile curling at your lips. How is it possible this perfect specimen hasn't been ridden in years, you thought; scepticism creeping in. It's not possible.

Loki hissed as your fingers brushed his hardening cock, feeling the trapped monster grow thick beneath your gentle touch. His knuckles whitened under the crushing grip on the armrest.

Or maybe it is, you pondered with a smile.

“If you don't mind me asking...why is that?” you said, gaze crawling over his twitching brow. "I find it hard to believe you don't have a lot of opportunity-"

“Hardly-” he gasped, ass clenching before he bit his lip. Even with this achingly light level of touch, it was almost too much for him to bear. That was plain to see.

“I just...have a h-hard time letting loo-se, you see.” he stammered, his grip making the armrest creak in protest.

You squeezed again, making Loki’s eyelids flutter shut.

He whimpered, a series of shallow pants wisping from his throat. “I can stop?” you whispered, trailing your free hand over your cleavage. His eyes shot open, afire with sudden fear. “-No.” he choked, looking longingly to the fingers grazing the curve of your breasts. “For the love of the Nine...don’t stop.”

A secret smile pressed against your cheeks as you stood and intertwined your fingers with his. “Come with me.” you said firmly, nerves sizzling as Loki let out a long exhale before unfurling himself to his full height. You walked slowly ahead of him to the bedroom, circling behind and pushing the shy god gently to the mattress.

He began to yank at his windsor knot, before pausing. “Apologies, I didn’t mean to be presumptuous.”

The words were accompanied by a penitent flutter of his lashes. You chuckled. “Loki, you’re sitting on my bed. If you had any idea how wet I am right now…” you groaned, straddling him and sliding your hands firmly over his shoulders.

Loki’s legs widened as the soaking gusset of your panties grazed the hard shaft pressed against his thigh. He swallowed thickly as you began to place messy sucks on his exposed neck, whipping the tie from his collar.

“S-slow...slower.” he panted, breaths quick. Surfacing from stiff cotton, you rose on your knees; tugging his hair back as you descended with a licentious kiss. You could feel his chest heaving beneath your own, the tell-tale thrust of his hips against your core sloppy and needy and desperate.

Loki broke for air, his eyes wild. Your lips curled in a coquettish smile. “Maybe we should start gently, hmm?” you said, seeing Loki nod. “I think that’s...wise.” he muttered, a thin sheen of moisture forming on his brow. Your knees shuffled backwards, lowering yourself to the carpet between his legs and pulling your dress over your head.

“Do you mind taking these off?” you asked gently, pulling at the fabric tight against his thigh. Loki’s gaze refocused from the lingerie cupping your curves, his mouth forming a soft O.

“Of- of...of course. Apologies.” he fumbled, before a shimmer of his magic dissolved the luxurious suit trousers from his body. And his underwear, too. “You don’t have to...do...that, you know.” he mumbled.

You didn’t need to look at him to know the pink tinge in his cheeks was back with renewed force.

Loki’s cock rose between his spread thighs. It was long, pale and utterly perfect. Just as you knew it would be. You curled your fingers lightly around the thick base, making Loki’s hips jolt. Your thumb didn’t reach around the circumference.

“Just breathe…” you murmured, hearing his frantic breaths slow at the command. Your finger caressed up the length, making tingles soar on the surface of his neglected velvet skin. “This should be worshipped, Loki.” you muttered absent-mindedly as you inspected it with awe, hearing him chuckle before you lifted your gaze seductively to meet his. “So let’s make a start on that, shall we?”

His palms rested on your duvet, fingers spread. You could see him slide them into a tight grip, neat fingernails scratching against the fabric as he inhaled sharply, bracing himself. You leant forward, extending your tongue so that only the lightest of licks trailed from the base of his shaft to the tip.

Loki’s moan was raw dynamite, a long ragged sigh that made your thighs squeeze together. He tasted like freshly washed linen, the scent of clean cotton lingering in your nostrils. Unspoilt. Virginal.

You parted your lips, tongue sliding in messy kisses against the meat of his cock. The base of your palm held his length steady, perfectly vertical as his hips rocked upwards.

“F-ffuck..det er f-for godt-” he moaned under his breath, sliding a hand against the back of your head before retracting. Seizing his moment of resistance, you lapped tortuously slowly over the leaking tip. Loki shuddered as he watched the glistening bead of pre-cum that had been trembling there disappear beneath you eager attentions.

“M-more...please.” he stammered, forearms quivering as he braced against the bed. You tilted your chin up to face him, nestled between his thick thighs. “Are you sure?” you said coyly. Loki nodded, shallow breaths making his chest strain against the buttons of his shirt. You pressed your lips together, arching a brow before you descended and swallowed the tip of his cock.

A strangled whine rumbled from the god as you sucked gently, the fingers curled around his base pulsing with each smooth lap of your tongue. You could feel Loki brace against the bed, his fingertips digging into the mattress as his thighs began to shake. And you were barely touching him.

“Det føles for godt…” he groaned, toes curling against the carpet. “F-fuck...im nær...im n-nær-” he growled through gasping breaths. “S-stop.”

You released him, a strand of saliva hanging in a teasing curve between his foreskin and your lips. Loki’s addled stare rolled blissfully along the spittal’s route, landing on your glistening mouth.

“Fuck.” he murmured reluctantly, shaking his head as his eyes darted to the side. “I should not have led you on. This is...not my usual- not my typical performance I-”

You pressed a finger to his lips. “I think it’s hot.” you purred, making his eyebrows slant with surprise. “Really hot.”

Rising to your feet, you tugged down your panties before sliding onto Loki’s lap once more. The thump of arousal between your legs was untenable, the messy slick of your sex crying for relief against his naked thighs. “Just go with it.” you keened in his ear, rolling your hips against the base of the cock sandwiched between you. His breath hitched, fingertips sinking into the curve of your waist. “We can make it a little game.”

“A game?” Loki chirped, interest piqued. “I like games.”

“I know you do.” you hummed encouragingly, sucking his earlobe between your teeth. Loki hissed, a growl building in his chest as you began to unbutton his shirt. “Is this what you thought of as you fucked yourself thinking of me?” you said, feeling his stomach clench beneath your searching hands.

He cleared his throat, back straightening.

“I must confess I was rather more...dominant.” he admitted sheepishly, avoiding your seductive stare. He observed as your fingers made quick work of the buttons, ebony hair falling sluttishly around his jaw. “Dominant?” you teased approvingly. “Why do I get the feeling you made me call you Daddy?”

“Oh, I insist on it.” he joked, before you stripped back the shirt from his shoulders.

The god’s jaw clenched as you pushed the cuffs from his wrists; coaxing him backwards. “Norns…” he gasped, muscular back hitting the mattress with a soft thump. You took a moment to savour the god stretched like an shy whore on your king bed, his soft eyes wide with nervous anticipation. You smiled, crawling slowly up his long body.

“Trust me, Loki…” you said softly, the lust in your voice simmering as the thick veins in his throat hardened. “We’ll ease you back in, don’t worry.”

He opened his mouth to speak, before his eyes fluttered shut. Loki’s back arched as you ground your bare pussy against his length. You slid easily back and forth, dragging through your slick folds. The soft mewls of grateful submission from his lips made your nipples harden.

“You should be fucked every day, Loki Laufeyson.” you slurred, feeling his cock twitch against your cunt. “Every. Fucking. Day.”

Loki huffed in frustration, bucking upwards. The scent of you. The promise of your wetness. It must be driving him crazy.

“Ride me. Please-fuck me, I can’t take it anymore.” he growled, tilting his chin against his chest as your cleavage hung tantalisingly in front of him. His nose slotted between your mounds, a shuddering sigh shaking his body as he lost himself.

"Patience, Laufeyson...” you giggled, hearing a muffled whine against your skin. “A little delayed gratification never hurt anyone. Much less a god...”

You reached between his legs, hovering above his hips as you lined him up. The wide tip of his cock nudged against your slit, his forehead creasing as he tried to restrain himself with a quaking sigh. Loki’s lips formed a stoic line, eyebrows knitting slowly together as you squeezed the thick head inside your cunt.

With every inch you sank, his lips parted further; the skin sticking as he exhaled a ragged, primal gasp of relief.

“I...I...uhh-hh-gods.” he rasped, fingertips sinking into the soft thighs spread against him. You stilled, the head of his cock buried to the hilt. You squeezed.

Loki jolted on the bed, hair fanning in wild tendrils as he clenched his jaw to the ceiling. “I had forgotten.” he moaned through gritted teeth, grunting as you began to roll your hips in miniscule waves. “I had f-forgotten...faen.”

Your clit tugged against his public mound as you rocked slowly to and fro, minimising your movements.

Loki whimpered, brows twitching as he watched you relax into bliss above him; his thick girth stretching your walls as you gyrated. “This feels so good, Loki…” you groaned, letting your head fall back as his legs tensed beneath. The god's feet slid up the bed behind you - knees parking bent at your sides. Tears had begun to form in his eyes.

“Norns.” he gasped quietly, resting his hands on your hips and guiding you carefully back and forth. Like you might break. The needy touch was the final spark, lighting the trail of gasoline to climax like a match.

Your swollen clit pulsed with every slow tug against his neat pubic hair, the solid mass of his cock making you whimper. “I’m going to cum, baby…” you mewled, making Loki’s fingers dig deeper. A solitary tear of desperation rolled down his cheekbone, disappearing to the curve.

He thrust upwards once. A broken cry of pleasure from his throat sent shivers down your spine. It sounded like pain. But it wasn't pain. Far from it.

Your palms pressed against his shoulders, limiting his movement. “Not yet.” you choked, increasing the pace of your rolling hips against his base.

“You’re so...fucking...tight.” Loki breathed, ragged pants filling the air as you rocked into him, orgasm blossoming like a wall of fire. His voice was thick, wet with pure lust. “You feel s-so-uhhh, so divi-divine I-” he stammered, choking as he felt your fingernails dig deep into the ropes of shoulder muscle.

“Now, Loki.” you whined, releasing your hands from his biceps and gripping the brass railings above his head. You slid up his cock, squeezing at the tip before sinking into the god’s sloppy thrust. His eyes were suddenly wild, torn between savouring every inch of your sex-drunk body and becoming lost in his own pleasure beneath the veil of his eyelids. An animal released from the cage.

He tugged your hips towards him, beginning to bounce you on his slippery cock. Nordic curses dripped from his lips like battle cries, a vein by his temple thick to bursting against the furious weight of his basest needs. Every slap of his skin against your fizzing clit sent jolts through your body, the power of raw animalism coursing from his sex to yours.

“Let it go-” you gasped, throwing your head back as you felt an explosion of pleasure surge in your belly. “Don’t be s-shy oh my god, - oh my, uhhh...f-fuck...scream for me, -L-Loki.”

Loki slammed your pussy a final time to the hilt, before a roar of utter devastation exploded from his throat.

Tendrils of damp hair cascaded over his brow as his back arched, errant strands across his lips blown by a feral moan of your name. You could feel the force of hot cum hit your cervix, leaking into every crevice of your stuffed slit as his messy thrusts slowed.

Loki’s eyes had squeezed shut, deep lines ironed into his forehead as he murmured panting praises you didn’t understand.

He lay there silently, breaths slowing. “Was that OK?” you whispered, flickers of sudden insecurity rearing in your mind. There was no answer. "Loki?" You leant forwards, clenching around his cock as you rested against his chest. Loki nodded, humming blissfully with his eyes still closed.

“Truly... I am lost for words.” he slurred, running a large palm down your spine and planting a light, congratulatory smack on your ass.

You felt a wave of pride rise in your belly. “There’s a first time for everything.” you teased, making Loki open one eye with difficulty. “How dare you.” he growled.

In a second, he had flipped you over; pinning you to the bed with his fingers curled around your wrists. “Not so shy anymore, then?” you giggled, feigning a feeble attempt to escape from his grasp.

“Thanks to you, it seems my drought is over-” he purred, spreading your legs with a nudge of his knees.

“And darling?” he smouldered, damp curls clinging to his cheekbones as his eyes darkened. “Daddy’s very thirsty.”

Det er for godt – it’s too good. Det føles for godt – it feels too good im nær – I’m close

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~Pillow prince~ pt 1/4

[Sub!Loki x Reader]

Other parts:

Pt 2

Pt 3

Pt 4

The faint muffled moans of Loki echoed through the golden halls of Asgard, getting somewhat louder with each step you took towards Loki’s room. Loki sat on his bed, a pillow in between his bare thighs as he slowly thrust into the pillow he straddled. “Oh fuck~” his eyes fluttered shut as images of you smirking down at him as you rode his dick flashed through his mind. Soft whimpers escaped his lips as his thrusts into the pillow quickened at the thought of you and what you’d do to him, correction; what you’ve done to him in his dreams. So many of his silk sheets covered in white stains because of you. The heat held inside his throbbing length waited impatiently to be set free. “Ahh~” he bit his lip as he almost let his load out into the silky green pillowcase.

“Loki?” You gently knocked on his closed door as he slapped a hand over his mouth to silence himself. You slightly tilted your head as you looked at the door and knocked once again, he would usually answer the door after the first knock and you were impatient. Loki didn’t have to move much to let out a soft moan that turned to a whimper as his eyes widened, his eyes meeting yours as you opened the door. His face reddened as the adrenaline died down a little and the realization hit. You were in his room while he was straddling a pillow he imagined to be you. “H-hi..” his voice was soft and lustful as his eyes looked away from yours and he slowly started to get up from his place on the pillow. “And what do you think you’re doing?~” a smirk sat on your lips as your eyes scanned down his body and was met with his length. “N-nothing, I was j-just uh..” Loki couldn’t ignore the warmth in between his thighs and let out a whimper at the thought of being inside of you and at your mercy. “Aw how cute” you slowly walked towards him “need some help with that?~” you lifted his chin up and gazed mischievously into his eyes. He nodded and guided your free hand down to his dick “p-please~ I’ll do anything for it~” you look down at his hand holding yours “I-I’ll do anything~” his eyes looked at you, filled with nothing but lust. Loki had dreamt of situations like this but gods the real thing will be so much better than his fantasies. The sounds of his soft whimpers filled the room as you slowly ran a hand up his chest. “I could leave you like this if I really wanted to~” you smirked and brought your face closer to his, Loki’s lips almost touching yours. “I-I beg of you~” he squirmed as a red tint covered his cheeks, he let out a soft moan as your fingers tangled in his hair. “The god of mischief at my mercy~” you pulled his head to the side and kissed his neck. “Oh please just fuck me!~ I can’t take this teasing~” he whined and tried to grind against your thigh that rested in between his legs. “You won’t stop me~” You continued to kiss his neck and slowly moved a hand down to his warm length. He gasped and bit his lip as his face turned red “Mm~ you’re good with your hands but I was thinking something else~” he glanced down at your crotch and looked back at you with pleading eyes. You sighed and let his hands slide up under your black miniskirt, he took off your panties and looked up at you as if he was asking for permission. “C-can I?~” he whimpered, “shhh~ you’ll get it when you get it and not a second before~” you kissed him deeply and positioned yourself over him as he softly moaned into your lips. You gently put a hand on his length and slowly lowered yourself down onto him with a moan. The warm wetness of your opening made it easy for his dick to slide into you. “O-Oh s-shit~” he laid his head back and closed his eyes, his hands made their way to hold onto your waist as you slowly rolled your hips. He whimpered and whined as you took his length, the walls of your pussy held his cock perfectly. “Mm~” you moaned softly as you rode him, Loki bit his lip as he gripped onto your waist. “T-thank you~ Ah~” you sped up and slowly moved yourself up and down his length, his warmth slowly built up inside of you. Thor slowly sat up in his bed, woken up by the muffled sounds coming from Loki’s room. “What in Asgard is going on-“ he says, Sif slowly opens an eye at Thor as he lifts the silky golden blanket off of him. “mm- what’s going on?” Sif looks at Thor with a sleepy look in her eyes. “Loki is being awfully loud and I wonder if he’s alright” he sleepily gets out of bed, “don’t be gone too long” Sif nuzzles her pillow and goes back to sleep while Thor heads to Loki’s room.

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First I just want to say that I absolutely love how you write Loki! If you are taking requests, I would love to request something with sweet subby soft Loki feeling anxious or overwhelmed by something the Avengers are doing in the tower, and needs a safe quiet place to get away from it all. Que best friend of Loki who happens to be a domme stepping in and helping him relax (in more ways than one *wink*). Bonus request for mommy k!nk, sensory play, and lots of good old fashioned cuddles. Thanks!

Thank you for requesting dear, it's been a while that something else other than my own series inspired me. I gave it my own take as usual but I hope you'll enjoy nonetheless. Thank you for enjoying my writing ❤️

Sub Loki x Best friend Female reader (Friends with benefits with a happy ending)

Warning: 18+, Smut, unprotected sex, sub Loki, mommy kink, praise kink, blindfold, other kinks, feelings of anxiety and panic state, a mild angst between characters

Being an Avenger wasn't easy, no, Loki wanted to retract that thought, being an Avenger sucked at times

While as a prince when he was on the battlefield at the least he knew that the war would come to an end someday but this job? This journey to redemption that he had put himself on was never ending road and sometimes it got him. It also didn't help that ever since Thanos had taken him he had developed this huge Anxiety that prodded him over any trivial things.

"Once I get the view I'll signal Loki to teleport at the sight" Captain said at the meeting and Loki just nodded at the response.

"Loki you'll walk to the safe and we don't have access to the passcode just yet so you'll have to take the safe and hide it" Natasha said and he nodded again.

"Once we are in the facility, Perhaps Loki can do his mind tinkering thing, I mean I don't see why we have to go through all that trouble if we have him? Are you listening to us?" Tony asked him and he nodded again even though he was close to hurling his guts out. The voices were starting to fade in the background. As soon as the meeting was over he scurried out of the conference room and braced himself against the nearest wall he could find, he felt as if his heart would explode and he would cease to exist any moment.

And then he thought of you, the girl he had been in love with hopelessly since he saw her, but also the girl who always reduced him to being just her best friend. Sure they had their thing on the side, a little arrangement that pleased them both from time to time when the tension between them got too much but as soon as the act was done he always found himself craving for more, he needed you, he wanted everything with you. He wanted you.

You were almost done with your day when you received a message from Loki so you picked up your phone "Can we meet?"

A smile crept on your face as you got the text, you saw him almost everyday but these were the type of texts that you knew will push you two in the little arrangement you both had on the side. It wasn't easy though, being friends with benefits with God of mischief himself wasn't something you desired, if you weren't so terrified of having your heart broken and lose a dear person again you would have taken this further and deeper with him, you would have put your heart on your sleeve again for him but you were terrified.

If someone like Loki was to break your heart, you knew you wouldn't survive and come out sane on the other side.

"Pepper, can I go?" You asked your boss so she smiled and allowed you to leave for the day. Instead of going into your room you went to Loki's instead and knocked twice. As he opened you were hoping for him to grab you and kiss you like he normally did whenever he had all that pent up sexual energy that he needed to let out but instead you were met with his sullen little face,

"Something wrong?" You asked him as you entered and closed the door behind you, your arms wrapped around his waist and he immediately placed his head down on your shoulder. You then brought your arms around his neck and pulled him closer to comfort him, he seemed stressed, you had seen him like this whenever he used to get a nightmare and would come to your door so you'd talk to him but this was different.

"I can't do this, I am not fit to be an Avenger darling" he said softly as he pulled his head up to look at you, his eyes were teary and lips so close to yours, he cupped your cheeks but he didn't kiss you, he never made the effort until he knew you had the same thing on mind, he never wanted to cross a line with you in the moment even though you both had no silver of decency left between you.

So you kissed him indeed, it was soft and romantic, a lover's kiss even though you both were anything but that, you were not lovers.

"Why would you say that, my sweet boy? You're doing so good" you whispered softly and the nickname immediately made him want to curl up against you, the voice you used on him melted every inch of him, in every possible way. Your fingers curled around his neck as you kissed him again, your tongue swiped over his lower lip and he lunged to take you in his mouth but you denied him the pleasure,

"You're thinking too much aren't you?" You whispered softly but your tone was authoritative and he knew where this was going. That's exactly what he needed at the moment.

"I can't stop ..it's too much, i uhh–" the words caught up in his throat as your hands caressed the bulge in his pants, he was hard the moment you had him in your arms.

"Shhhh calm down for me alright? I'm here baby I'll take care of you okay?" You walked with him until he had hit the edge of the bed and made him sit down,

"Blindfold?" You looked him in the eye and the look of worry was now replaced with desire, he always made you feel as if you were the only woman in the universe who could ever bring out that look in his eyes. Only if you weren't so broken yourself you might have taken the leap of faith. He conjured a piece of cloth that was made of the finest silk so you tied it around his eyes, as soon as his vision was gone he held onto your waist as if to find something familiar to hold on to in the darkness. You still had your work suit on and that always made you look bossy, which was perfect for moments like this.

Grabbing the hem of his t-shirt you pulled it over his head, the sight of his gorgeous ripped physique made you bite on your lip involuntarily.

"You're so pretty, have I ever told you that?" You asked him softly as you laid him down on the bed. You had indeed told him that, a millions of times, that was one of the first things that made him want to be submissive with you, the way you praised him always made him feel so weak for you.

"Mommmy please..I need you" he whined desperately and you felt the instant twitch in your cunt as the heat started to build up. As said before, the lines of decency were crossed a while ago.

Perhaps it was the need he had to be coddled by a feminine woman, perhaps it was his own mother who never ever showed him such motherly love, or maybe it was just purely sexual, the forbidden nature of the kink that made him want to address you like that or it was all of it, you didn't care really, you enjoyed it when he got so whiny and desperate for you, when he got so sensitive that only you could take care of that itch he had. You knew enough about the god of mischief to know that he wasn't the type of man to do this with just anyone.

He trusted you. He relied on you take care of him in his most vulnerable state.

"I'm here sweet baby boy, I'm right here..okay?" And you trusted him to show this side of yours too. Before you met him you never had this urge to dominate a pretty little boy like him but as soon as you had your eyes laid upon him, something had awakened in you, this incessant need to ruin him drove you crazy.

You took his shoes off and then the pants followed, the sight of him all naked with just a blindfold on was almost too much to bear, you wanted to go crazy on him but that's not what he needed tonight, he needed love making, even though you weren't sure if you were supposed to use that word with him. He wasn't your lover.

You took your skirt off, the sound of your zipper being pulled down perked up his ears, he was imagining it all in his head, he had sensitive senses due to his heritage even in his normal state so when one of the senses was deliberately deprived, the other ones heightened even more so. He heard the sound of your skirt dropping on the floor and as soon as you took your underwear off he smelt your arousal in the air and he wanted to bask in your sweet scent.

You crawled on the bed and on top of him before you sat down on his thighs, your wet lips drenched his muscles instantly. As soon as your fist wrapped around his cock he couldn't help but thrust his hips forward, he must have looked obscene but he didn't care, he never cared how vulnerable he was being when he was with you.

"Mommy can I touch please..please i need you" he mumbled and then he bit on his lower lip in anticipation so you grabbed his hands and placed it on your bare thighs so he ran them up and down slowly, the moan that escaped his throat as soon as you allowed him to touch you was sinful, he treated you like a goddess that he was blessed to merely put his hands on.

You gave him a slow stroke and every time you did he thrusted his hips into your fist, fucking himself slowly and intimately, his abs flexed and relaxed with every thrust, that v line defined with every move, his mouth remained open as the sensations began to build in the pit of his stomach. He was a beautiful beautiful man, truly a god in his true form.

You loved him so much it was unreal. And that's exactly why you couldn't have him, he was unreal, he was too good for you. Or that's what you thought.

You let go of his cock and pulled him up by his hands so he was in a sitting position, lifting your hips up you sunk down on him slowly, his head lulled back as he found himself surrounded by your warmth, you were always so tight, so constrictive and he loved being suffocated this way.

"Tell me how does this feel my pretty boy?" You asked him while unbuttoning your shirt, his hands sneaked inside the shirt and unclasped your bra, once you were all naked he placed his head down on your breasts and breathed in deeply. A small growl emitted from deep with in his chest.

"Feels so good mommy, so good, I have missed you, don't ever leave me untouched for this long again" he mumbled incoherently and your eyes teared up at the intensity of his words. .

"You deserve to feel good baby, you're an Avenger and you're the strongest of them all–" you mumbled to comfort him, you hadn't forgotten about his anxiety and the reason why he was so tensed.

"Someday I'm going to ruin it I know, like I ruin everything..I'll ruin it"

"No you won't..you won't, you never ruin anything my precious little boy, you're perfect, absolutely perfect" you pressed your finger on his lips as you rode him back and forth, the sweet whimpers that escaped his mouth was delight to your ears. You took the blindfold off and as soon as his eyes met with yours he kissed you. His lips trailed down and sucked on your neck, making sure his lips would leave an imprint for days to come.

"You won't fail Loki, you're doing so good baby, i know it feels too much at times but you just have to stop thinking about everything at once and focus on what's important and what's the first thing that you have to tackle the next day, you hear me?" He nodded as you said that before his lips latched onto your nipples and he sucked on it.

"You like that?" You asked him as you picked your pace but his mouth never unlatched from your nipple, he focused his attention from left to right and then vice versa but he didn't want to stop.

"Yes mommy, I love… you"

He whispered almost inaudibly and your heartbeat raised, well even more than it should have while you were having this mind numbing sex.

"I love you pretty baby…cum for me now, fill me up, mommy needs your cum inside her" he exploded as soon as those filthy words infiltrated his ears, the way you clenched so tightly around him as you rode your own high was milking every little drop of release out of him. If he could choose to never leave this room, if he could choose to stay buried in you forever he would but you never wanted it, you never wanted to change the arrangement. He placed his head back down on your bosom again and you leaned your head on his own to calm down your own breaths.

"We need a shower" he chuckled as you said that and in a moment he was off the bed, with his cock still in you as he took you to the bathroom. As he pulled out of you under the running water, you both watched his cum seep out of your cunt and run down your thighs.

These are the things best friends shouldn't do, not at all.

"Are you feeling better?" You asked him softly so he leaned into you to kiss you but you pulled away and he sighed.

"Yes thank you darling" you smiled and walked past him to grab a towel then you wrapped it around your body before you moved back to the room, you wanted to get dressed and leave, once the night had ended you both will go back to being friends like you always did, it was never awkward with him because none of you made it that way.

He followed soon after and you already had borrowed a tshirt from his closet to put it on, it reached your thighs and your room was just a few steps away from his so you didn't want to put on your work clothes again just to walk into your room where you'll have to change it again.

"I'll give it back tomorrow" you said to him as he pulled a brief over his long legs and he hummed in response.

"Hey champ, you'll do good tomorrow okay, you'll be just fine and I'll be seeing everyone going crazy after you once you're back from this mission" you walked towards him and hugged him to wish him luck for tomorrow but he didn't say anything, he was just staring at you "Good night" you tried to leave but he grabbed your arm and pulled you closer to his chest.

"Did you hear what I said to you? Did you hear me telling you that I love you?" He said to you, his eyes bored deeply into you and you couldn't escape this time even if you wanted to, he had never been this assertive before.

"Did you hear me responding that I love you? You're my best friend, we both love each other and care for each other, that's what it is Loki"

"Is that all I'll ever be to you? Are you telling me you just see me as your friend?" He asked you softly, his voice sounded so sad so you sighed.

"It's not going to work lo"

"How do you know?"

"Because I don't expect a man like you to stay loyal to me, too many temptations around you and I don't want to ruin our friendship, do you want to do that? Do you want to lose me as a friend?" You asked him and tried to walk away but he grabbed you by the shoulders to pull you closer again, he might be a submissive baby in bed but you knew how he was outside of the bedroom and you loved that side of him too.

"Our friendship was ruined the moment you decided to bed me sweetheart, I'm tired of running away from this, from our feelings for each other"

"Loki–"

"I haven't touched another woman since you came into my life, even though you weren't to claim as mine i did give myself to you completely the first night i buried my cock inside you" you looked at him a bit shocked and a bit pleased as he said that but your fears remained.

"What if someday you're bored of me and done with me?" You asked him , the nervousness evident in your voice, he had never seen you so vulnerable before, atleast not when it comes to your feelings towards him. He held your cheeks and kissed you softly, his thumb brushed over your lips and then he kissed you again, it was tender and romantic, it was the most romantic kiss you have ever had with anyone really.

"What if I was to ask you the same?"

He mumbled against your mouth and you shook your head..

"The fear of what will happen in the future shouldn't stop us or ruin our present my darling, perhaps we will talk about this in the morning? Stay the night with me please" he spoke softly, he just wanted you to stay for once, he didn't want you to leave after blessing him with such pleasures, he wanted to hold you and be held by you all night long.

"Sleep with me" he mumbled again as you didn't respond so you got on your tiptoes and kissed him deeply, he picked you up in his arms and laid you down on the bed before he snuggled you like a baby.

"What if this is a mistake loki? I don't want to lose you too, you're the only person in my life I can be myself with, you're my only friend lo" he held onto you tightly as you voiced your fears to him. He wished there was a magic word he could have said that would have eased your nerves somehow but he didn't have anything, he just had thousands of years ahead of him to prove to you that he'd never hurt you like that.

"And you're my one and only girl, my only woman that I feel safe with, you think I'd ever want to lose you? Perhaps you should think again" a smile formed on your lips as he said that. You allowed your fears to backtrack for the night, maybe you just needed to take a final leap of faith.

And deep down in your heart you knew that this time around you won't fall on your face, this time your man will be on the other side to catch you.

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[michelleleewise]

My Angel

Pairing: Avenger Loki x female reader

Warnings: mutual pining, friends to lovers, mild jealousy, swearing, mentions of alcohol, heavy petting, smut, soft smut, sub Loki, penatrative sex (p in v), mild dirty talk, fluffy stuff, smuffy stuff!!

Summary: Loki has wanted more from your friendship for some time but not sure how to tell you, but when an opportunity arises he takes a chance...

A/n- I wrote this for the lovely @mochie85 !! Ever since you sent this to me its been working its way through my brain and came out this!! Thank you so much for your endless support, inspiration and friendship!! You an absolutely amazing person and don't you ever forget it love!! 💚💚💚

You finished applying your eye liner, touching up your lipstick before adjusting your shirt, pushing your boobs up looking in the mirror. "You are damn hot." You winked at yourself walking into the living room grabbing your boots when a knock came at the door "come in." You called out, sitting on the couch seeing Loki walk in "Hello darling." He said smiling "hey Mischief, what are you up to?" You answer lacing your boots up. "I was wondering if you cared to watch a film with me?" He asked pushing his hands into his pockets. "Oh...um....I'm sorry Loki, I have plans." You said standing up pulling your skirt down, granted it barely covered anything anyway.

"Are you going to that....place again?" He asked, irritation laced in his tone. "Woah there...that "place" is a bar, and yes I am." You said air quoting grabbing your purse. "Are you.." he trailed off as you bent over fixing the lace on your boot "am I what?" You asked standing up "g..going alone?" He asked clearing his throat, you could swear there was a pink tint on his cheeks. "I'm meeting a couple of my girls there....why?" You asked crossing your arms. "I was only curious...what if something happens to you?" He asked looking down. You walked over grabbing his shoulder "You have nothing to worry about." You smiled as he looked up at you, his eyes drawing you in "they have bouncers and security, nothing will happen to me." You said rubbing his arms.

"You are certain you won't change your mind?" He asked "it's open mic night, and I wanna see who all is going to play." You said winking at him seeing him nod looking down again "What's wrong Mischief?" You asked tilting your head. "Nothing, I just wish to make sure my friend is ok, that's all." He said with a smile but you could tell his heart wasn't in it. "Oh come now, you know I'm your best friend." You smiled, the word feeling like ash in your mouth, you wanted to be so much more then friends with this man...God. "that is accurate." He laughed shaking his head. "Come, walk me out" you said lacing your arm with his. "When will you be back?" He asked walking you to the elevator "um..good question, I'm not sure." You smiled hitting the button.

"Will you call me.....if you need anything that is." He said fidgeting with his hands. "Yes, you will be the first." You said as the doors opened. "Ok, I'll see you later Mischief." You said reaching up to kiss his cheek when he turned his head slightly, causing your lips to land at the corner of his mouth. You pulled back looking up at him "i..sorry, I didn't mean to umm.." you stuttered feeling your face heat up "im...I'm just gonna go, bye Loki." You said rushing onto the elevator hitting the button. "Have a pleasant evening y/n." He said smiling as the doors closed. "Uuuugh." You groaned, pressing your forehead to the wall "why can't you grow a spine and tell him?" You asked yourself sighing "cause he's your friend, and you'll just mess it up that's why." You said aloud when the doors opened at street level. You shook your head, hoping tonight will distract your mind, atleast for a little while.

ooOOoo

You came back to the table, passing out the drinks you grabbed from the bar. "Do you think the next one will be any good?" Your friend Susie asking taking a sip "can't be any worse then the last one." Your other friend jewel said laughing "isn't that the truth." You said sipping your drink. "Hey, you ever tell that guy you like how you feel?" Susie asked looking at you "no, I wanted to....I was actually going to invite him tonight but I don't think he'd really enjoy it." You said shrugging "besides, he called me his "friend" earlier." You said looking down "ouch...sorry." jewel said rubbing your shoulder "it's fine, better his friend then nothing right?" You asked with a small smile when the announcer came on the stage.

"Hello again! And welcome to open mic night. Next, we have a very special treat for you all!" He said when you looked up "our next performer has never played here before, but if he plays as good as he looks your all gonna love him!" He said hearing everyone laugh "so, without further ado....L!" He said clapping, the room joined him you saw a tall man slowly walk out onto the stage, his long hair covering his face wearing a black button up, the top three undone revealing his chest, his black jeans tight around his legs outlining his muscular thighs, his leather boots echoing through the room as he walked to the mic with purposeful steps, a black guitar hanging from his shoulder.

"Mm...this is promising." Susie said smiling making you laugh. You looked back to the stage freezing as the man flipped his hair back revealing who it was. "Good evening everyone, I would like to dedicate this to a special lady in the audience tonight." He said into the mic, turning back to the band you watched as he rolled up the sleeves of his shirt up exposing his foreams, your eyes tracing the veins running up his arms, his dark jeans hugging every inch of him, perfectly outlining...everything. He turned back to the crowd holding his arms out, his deep green eyes meeting yours as the lights went out, plunging the room into darkness. Everyone sat in silence, a few whispers floated through the room when the guitar riff came to life, the stage lights slowly rising bathing him in a dim green light, fog swirling around him..

Make up your mind...Decide to walk with me...Around the lake tonight...Around the lake tonight

By my side...By my side

You sat back, mouth hanging open as his deep, sultry voice filled the room, demanding attention as his long fingers traveling the neck of the guitar, his arms flexing with the movement. What those fingers could do to you...

I'm not gonna lie...I'll not be a gentleman...Behind the boathouse...I'll show you my dark secret

Locking eyes with you at the last line, he backed away from the mic, tilting his head back slightly as his tongue slipped out licking his lips. "Holy shit.." you muttered not able to look away as he stepped back up, his lips touching the mic..

I'm not gonna lie...I want you for mine...My blushing bride...My lover, be my lover, yeah...

Don't be afraid...I didn't mean to scare you...So help me, Jesus...

He took a step back, looking down at the guitar as his fingers glided across it, his thigh flexing as he tapped his foot on the floor in time making you bite your lip, rubbing your thighs together as he threw his head back, his long curls spraying across his shoulders, a few strands sticking to his forehead a he stepped back to the mic, his eyes meeting yours...

I can promise you...You'll stay as beautiful...With dark hair...And soft skin, forever...Forever...

Make up your mind...Make up your mind...And I'll promise you

I will treat you well...My sweet angel...So help me, Jesus

You vaguely heard your friends cat calling him as his body swayed with the music, his shoulders flexing with the weight of the guitar, his skin damp from the heat of the lights...

Give it up to me...Give it up to me...

Do you wanna be...My angel?

A shiver ran up your spine as his voiced dropped, the deep bass shooting through you.

Give it up to me...Give it up to me...

Do you wanna be...My angel?

"Yes....I do..." you whispered, leaning forward watching the muscles in his neck flex, making you want to sink your teeth into them.

Give it up to me...Give it up to me...Do you wanna be...My angel?

So help me

His voice resonated through, traveling through every inch of you igniting something deep inside you, something...feral. you bit down hard on your lip, scooting to the edge of your seat as he stepped in front of the mic, his long legs spread wide as the solo started. Biting his lip you watched his fingers dance up and down the neck of the guitar, his curls bouncing as his head slowly bobbed up and down. Pressing your thighs together imagining his head between your legs, his head slowly moving up and down, curls rubbing against your skin as he brought you to the brink....

Be my angel...Be my angel...Be my angel

Do you wanna die?...Do you wanna die?...Do you wanna die?...Do you wanna die?

Do you wanna die?...Do you wanna die?...Do you wanna die?...Do you wanna die?

"He's trying to kill me." You said to yourself, feeling the evidence of your arousal in your panties as his deep voice vibrated through you. His eyes not leaving yours as you tried to cross one leg over the other seeing a smirk spread across his face, his lips pressing to the mic..

Well, I promise you...I will treat you well...My sweet angel...So help me, Jesus

Jesus...Jesus...Jesus

The end of the song came as the lights came back up around the room, everyone jumping to their feet clapping and hollering when every women in the room advanced to the stage, including your friends...leaving you alone at the table. Looking up you locked eyes with him, licking his lips he winked before he took a long bow holding his arms out. "Thank you so much everyone! Have a pleasant evening." He said before taking long strides off the stage to somewhere in the back. You downed your drink, trying to compose yourself when your friends joined you again "Dammit, I was hoping I'd get to snag him for the night." Susie said sitting down. "W..was he not interested?" You asked looking down "nope....said he was with someone." She huffed downing her drink.

You furrowed your eyebrows looking at her "he's not with anyone." You said to yourself looking back to the stage. "Hey, I gotta run to the restroom." You said jumping up before they could say anything. You looked around seeing everyone return to their drinks and conversations, allowing you to slip unnoticed behind the stage. You walked around for a minute, checking room after room "Dammit laufeyson, where are you?" You whispered crossing your arms "looking for me?" You heard his voice behind you making you freeze. You cleared your throat slowly turning around, taking in his tall frame still clad in black, his pale skin covered in a sheen of sweat. "L..loki..." you stuttered, your eyes traveling down to where the guitar was before.

"Up here darling." He purred, your eyes shooting to his seeing him smirk. "Did you enjoy the show?" He asked taking a stop forward, looking you up and down "from what I see, I would say yes." He smiled, coming to stand chest to chest with you, leaning down slightly "from what I smell, I would say very." He whispered in your ear. Feeling your face heat up you looked down fidgeting with your fingers "L..loki.." you said, feeling his fingers under your chin making you look at him "yes darling?" He asked, his eyes searching yours "yes..." you sighed grabbing his wrists "yes what?" He asked leaning closer "I want to be your angel." You breathed, seeing him smile you lunged forward, pressing your lips to his pressing him into the nearest wall.

You slid your tongue along his bottom lip, hands exploring his chest gently kicking his legs apart, your hands sliding down his abs landing on his belt, the metal clinking as your fingers worked to open it. His lips parted in a soft moan, taking the opportunity you slipped your tongue past his lips, relishing the feeling of his soft lips against yours, his tongue caressing yours when you unbuttoned his jeans, slowly sliding a hand down wrapping your fingers around his length, slowly sliding up and down as your other hand went to his hair, holding him to you swallowing his moans feeling his hands grip your sides.

He broke the kiss, leaning his head against the wall while you continue to stroke him, twisting your wrist reaching the base. "Aahh gods...d..darling..." he stuttered, screwing his eyes shut slowly rocking his hips with your hand. You reached up, nipping at his pulse point feeling him shiver. You reached over, opening the door next to you seeing it empty, a small love seat in the corner. You removed your hand from his length hearing him whine and look down at you "shh....come on." You said grabbing the front of his shirt dragging him inside. Kicking the door shut your lips found his again as you backed him up to the love seat, his long legs spread wide as you pushed him down standing over him.

You smiled down at him sliding your hands up under your skirt, sliding your panties down as his eyes never left you. You stepped out of them, walking over to him you leaned down, hooking your fingers under the hem of his jeans as he lifted up allowing you to slide them down his legs, your hands gliding up his thighs as you went to staddle him. You grabbed his cock, slowly stoking him as you lined him up "wait..y/n.." he panted, gently grabbing your wrist "is something wrong?" You asked looking into his eyes "no..it's just.." he trailed off looking at you "tell me your mine...please...that this isn't just..." you cut him off, genlty pressing your lips to his, looking into his eyes "Loki...I'm yours...I always have been.." you said.

You watched his pupils dilate, his fingers teasing the hem of your shirt when you leaned back, raising your arms letting him pull your shirt over your head "you are so beautiful.." he breathed, his fingers ghosting over your shoulders making you shiver. You leaned down, nipping and sucking on his pulse point feeling his fingers dig into your hips. "Say your mine Loki...tell me..." you breathed, biting his earlobe hearing him groan "i...I am yours y/n...always...." he breathed, tilting his head back against the couch. You reached down, wrapping your fingers around him lining him back up "ready?" You asked as he leaned up looking at you "y..yes.." he moaned as you slowly sank down on him, feeling your walls stretch around him "fuck...your so big..." you moaned, throwing your head back feeling every inch of him as he bottomed out.

"Y/n...aahh....move please...i...." he moaned, wrapping his arms around your back pulling you to him as you lifted your hips up, slowly sinking back down onto him. He buried his face in the valley of your breasts, your hands threading through his hair feeling his fingers gently ghost up and down your back. "Aahh fuck...Loki..." you moaned, closing your eyes feeling him rock his hips with yours. You sped up your pace, feeling the tightness in your stomach "l...loki....im....ahh...." you moaned, digging your fingers into his hair "I know...I can...ahh feel you..." he groaned, looking up at you "Come with me y/n.." he panted, thrusting up into you.

You leaned down, engulfing his mouth with yours, your tongues exploring eachother as you came hard, moaning into his mouth. Pulling his hair you heard him growl, gripping your hips holding you onto him feeling him twitch inside you, swallowing his moans as he came hard, coating your walls with his release. You pulled back, pressing your forehead for his, seeing his eyes closed making you smile. You sat back, cupping his cheeks when he slowly opened his eyes looking up at you smiling "loki, I don't think we can be friends anymore" you panted, your thumbs running along his cheekbones "w..why..." he started furrowing his eyebrows "because, I want so much more then that." You said pushing his hair back "would you go out with me?" You asked seeing him smile "I would love nothing more...my angel." He said, leaning up pressing a soft kiss to your lips. "Come on Mischief, let's go home, I'm not done with you yet." You winked seeing his eyes darken "as you wish darling." ...

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Hungry For Your Living Kiss [sub Loki Smut]

Sub TDW!Loki x Dom fem!reader

Summary: Loki has been locked up in his cell on Asgard for a while. You are one of Frigga’s maids and visit Loki regularly to bring him new books, as ordered by Frigga herself. The only difference: you choose to hand them over in person. Loki has developed an interest in you but he’s buried too deep in guilt and self-hatred to do anything about it. When you visit him again after he wakes up from a nightmare, Loki finally cracks.

Words: 5.7k

Warnings: NSFW! 18+  sub!Loki, dom!reader, face-slapping, praise kink, unprotected sex, vaginal sex, body worship, trauma, Loki having a panic attack, mentions of torture under Thanos, discussion of consent and boundaries, Loki being a soft cinnamon roll

Well, there we go. I’ve actually written smut for once, big surprise! This fic kinda developed a mind of its own at some point and now this is the end result. I don’t know what happened… 😂

Thanks to @lokisgoodgirl​ for inspiring me and being a cheerleader, and also thanks to @lokischambermaid​ for encouraging me to actually go through with writing this nonsense. I hope you enjoy it.

@muddyorbsblr​ I hope you like this too!

I haven’t written smut in a long time, so this is basically my first official attempt in... 3 years, I think. Please be kind. 😅

The title is inspired by the poem “If I Was Dead” by Carol Ann Duffy. I love her poetry and every single one of her works gives me Loki vibes. I can only recommend you check it out.

Loki stared grimly into the dungeon hallway, his vision obscured by the orange glow of Asgardian magic trapping him in this dreaded cage.

With nothing to do but reading.

And maybe waiting on new material – not that he was concerned about the plays and mythology retellings his mother kept bringing to him.

“The books I sent, do they not interest you?”

Loki bit back a comment about how he was far more interested in the maid delivering them than he cared about the books themselves. He paused, taking a deep breath to steady himself before he turned away from the wall to face his mother.

“Is that how I am to wile away eternity?”

Loki’s voice was calm, though the words sent a flash of pain through him.

Trapped in this cell, forgotten by the world. All alone.

Bitterly, he added, “Reading.”

“I’ve done everything in my power to make you comfortable, Loki.”

Frigga’s calm words carried a certain emotion that he couldn’t quite place. Loki looked up at his mother, interrupting his mindless pacing around the cell.

“Have you?” he asked slowly.

He took a step towards her, allowing a hint of pain into his voice as he eyed his mother with his usual façade of indifference.

“Does Odin share your concern? Does Thor?”

The look she gave him in response made Loki want to laugh. “It must be so inconvenient, them asking after me day and night…”

Frigga ignored his comment, as she always did.

Memories of his childhood rose from the depth of Loki’s mind, how his mother had smiled in amusement whenever he showed her something he cared about. He’d been so convinced that she cared about his stories, that she was listening with interest.

Now, Loki couldn’t help but wonder how much of it had just been her being amused at his childish joy. If she’d simply waved his passions aside like they didn’t matter.

Had she ever truly listened?

Frigga frowned at him. Her stern eyes trapped Loki under their stare, preventing him from hiding behind his carefully-constructed mask again.

“You know full well it was your actions that brought you here.”

Loki bit his tongue, fighting a memory that threatened to close in on him.

Your actions…

“My actions.” he echoed in a dull voice, turning away from Frigga to pace around the cell again. His stride was more forceful now, every step crushing a painful memory beneath his sturdy boots.

Loki soon found himself arguing with his mother, finally allowing himself to release a fraction of the weight he’d carried on his shoulders since his childhood days. Frigga’s insistence on his parentage ignited a storm deep within his chest, his ears filling with white noise while she continuously compared his actions to Odin’s.

“HE’S NOT MY FATHER!” Loki finally interrupted her, screaming the words right into her face.

Frigga didn’t remain quiet for long even though she’d taken a step back at his loud voice. “Then am I not your mother?” she asked softly, her ancient eyes filled with sadness.

Loki stared at her, his mouth opening and closing as he choked on all the things he’d always wanted to tell her. When he finally managed to say something, it turned out to be the worst possible option he could have chosen. He already regretted the words before they even left his mouth.

“You’re not.”

Frigga just looked at him, that same deep sadness from before still on her face.

Loki reached out, wanting to apologize, to touch her, to hold her. Anything.

His hand faded straight through hers.

Frigga’s eyes didn’t leave him as she slowly dissolved into sparks of magic.

Loki stared at the spot where she’d stood only a second ago. His chest constricted painfully as their conversation repeated in his head.

You know full well it was your actions that brought you here.

He shut his eyes, trying to hold back the memories of what he’d done in the past two years. What he’d been forced to do.

As usual, Loki was too weak to fight the onslaught of pictures and sounds. They overwhelmed him, playing out in front of him in blindingly bright colors.

The screams. The pain. The view of all the destruction from atop Stark Tower, in that brief moment where he’d finally been himself again. The way Thor had pleaded with him, right before he’d lost control once more…

Loki’s legs gave out beneath him. He stumbled to the ground, the impact shooting a flash of hot, burning pain up his spine. Tears trickled down his cheeks before he even knew he was crying.

Your fault. Weak, useless, despicable.

Loki pressed his forehead against the cold stone floor, his hands balled into fists next to his face.

The whispers didn’t cease. They only increased in volume as a single word stood out among the storm of insults. It echoed off the walls, digging its claws deep into Loki’s trembling body.

Monster.

Loki awoke with a start. He blinked against sleep’s firm hold, trying to shake the remnants of his dream – or rather, his nightmare. He barely remembered anything and the pictures faded quickly as he reached consciousness.

He could still hear the screams though. They always followed him, even when he was awake.

Loki slowly sat up. His entire body protested and his limbs ached as he tried to make sense of his surroundings. He paid it no mind.

He’d survived so much worse…

Loki stared at the hard surface beneath him in confusion; he must have fallen asleep on the floor. No wonder he’d been plagued by a nightmare.

Not that his waking hours were free of horror. The ghosts of the past two years followed him like a shadow even when he was wide-awake. No matter how hard he tried, he simply couldn’t escape them.

Loki wiped at his eyes to brush away the first tears rolling down his face. He gritted his teeth, ultimately failing to control himself as he gave in to the pain.

It would be one of those days again…

Voices rang out in the dungeon hallway. The two guards with their rough, ceremonious language – and then a third person, speaking in a much more joyful tone.

Loki froze. An ice-cold flash shot through him as he stared at the nontransparent cell wall.

No. You couldn’t be here, not right now!

He couldn’t let you see him like this, crying on the floor like some pathetic wimp. You deserved his best behavior, the charming prince who treated you like royalty. Not this…this sobbing moron.

Loki tried to hide his tears, desperately rubbing at his face with his sleeve. It was no use. Fresh tears continued to spill from his eyes, no matter how harshly he wiped the old ones away.

You entered the cell, the pile of books in your arms so high that it obscured your vision. You’d brought more than usual this time.

Maybe Frigga had added some books to teach him a lesson after their fight…

Loki shuffled backwards until his spine met the wall. He suppressed a pained hiss as his back protested at the impact and instead pulled his knees up towards his chest, trying his best to hide himself from you.

“Good morning, your highness. I hope I’m not too early. Queen Frigga requested that I deliver these as soon as possible.”

Your voice was far too chipper for the current time of day.

You carefully set the pile of books down onto the chair, reaching out to catch one of them before it could fall to the floor. Afterwards you turned around, quickly wiping your hands on your clothes as you searched for him.

“I know you probably haven’t finished the old ones yet, so I thought I’d just –“

Loki could tell when you spotted him cowering in the corner. He tried to make himself even smaller, wishing he could just fade into the wall.

An expression of deep concern washed over your beautiful features. You hurried across the room to kneel beside him, cupping his face between your palms.

“Are you alright?”

Loki could only stare at you in disbelief. His crying ceased, the pain replaced by utter shock at your proximity.

Did you forget who you were talking to? That you couldn’t just touch–

A shiver ran through him as your thumbs softly wiped his tears away. The careful, almost loving caress fueled the ache in his chest, though it was another kind of longing this time.

Why were you being so gentle with him? Why weren’t you running from him like everyone else?

Your touch became stronger. You angled his face towards you, leaving Loki no choice but to look at you.

“Are you alright, your highness?”

The title made him shiver, even though you’d addressed him in this manner countless times before ever since Thor had dragged him back to Asgard.

Something about your soft voice as you said the words this time was different.

It almost sounded like a term of endearment…

Loki’s mouth fell open, a quiet gasp slipping out against his will. His hand flew up and covered his mouth as he stared at you, embarrassment at his own reaction stunning him into silence.

You studied his face. A smile spread over your features – gods, you were truly beautiful – when you carefully pulled Loki’s hand away from his face. You placed it ever so gently against your cheek instead, closing your eyes for a second and leaning into the touch before you pressed your lips against it, softly kissing the palm of his hand.

Loki couldn’t breathe. He stared at you, your boldness leaving him completely speechless.

If someone saw you, you’d be executed immediately…

You were still smiling as you kissed his palm a second time, and a third, before your lips gently grazed the soft skin on the inside of his wrist. Your lips left goosebumps in their wake as you slowly kissed along his forearm.

A shiver shook Loki’s body. He gritted his teeth, trying to keep some semblance of composure – not that he’d possessed much to begin with. Your eyes met his while your mouth still brushed against his skin. He audibly gasped this time, the sound far too loud for the silence of the room.

With a soft peck to the inside of his elbow, you lifted your head and sat back on your knees, looking at him expectantly. You smiled, soft with a dash of mischief.

“Does your highness require anything else?”

Loki opened and closed his mouth without making a sound. His silver tongue betrayed him, a situation that didn’t occur often. He could usually rely quite confidently on his eloquence and quick wit.

In this moment, Loki was robbed of that gift. His tongue was immovable as stone inside his mouth.

Ironically he only ever found himself in this position when he was with you.

“I – “ Loki gulped, silently willing his mind to come up with anything, anything at all. It disobeyed him when he watched a small smile form on your face.

Oh, how badly he wanted to feel your lips on his skin again.

“Kiss me…”

It was intended as a command, authoritarian and cold to remind you of your place.

Instead, Loki’s voice was shaky, the volume barely above a whisper. Heat rushed to his cheeks and he gave in, covering his face behind his hands to hide his embarrassment.

Your amused chuckle disrupted the silence, accompanied by the shuffling of fabric. A shaky breath later, your hands grabbed Loki’s wrists, slowly pulling them away from his face.

He barely dared to look at you.

Surely you’d laugh at him, mock him, tell him how ridiculous –

Your fingers caressed his chin, slowly pushing his head up until Loki had no other choice but to look at you. Your eyes were kind, without any of the mockery he had grown so accustomed to. Your thumb gently stroked over his skin.

When you smiled at him, it was like the sun came out.

“What did you ask of me, my prince?”

Loki blinked, completely entranced by your presence. Your words repeated in his head, over and over again.

My prince…

He took a shaky breath, exhaling slowly before he opened his mouth. His voice was stronger this time, though it still trembled ever so slightly.

“Kiss me.”

Loki leaned forward, the tip of his nose brushing against yours. “Please,” he whispered.

He was begging now but he didn’t care anymore. How could he, when you looked at him like he was the most precious being in the universe.

Your fingertips trailed upwards from his chin, cupping his cheek in the palm of your hand. Loki nuzzled into your touch, making you smile for the duration of a second before you pulled him towards you.

Your lips connected with his. Loki swore he stopped breathing.

Everything slowed down as if hit by a freezing spell. Even the silence faded away that’d been so deafening a few minutes ago. Loki could only sit still, completely overwhelmed by the heat of your body, the gentle pressure of your lips against his…

They were slightly chapped, something he hadn’t noticed before. And incredibly soft…

A shaky sigh left Loki’s mouth as he gave in. He returned your kiss, moving his lips cautiously against yours. His eyelids fluttered shut and he relaxed against your body, his hands clenching into fists at his sides as he fought against the urge to touch you.

He would never forgive himself if he hurt you…

You shifted to straddle him, your knees resting on either side of his thighs. Carefully, so carefully, you reached for his hands, peeling his fingers apart before placing them on your waist.

Loki groaned. Your weight above him made his head spin. He dug his fingers softly into your hips, straining his neck upwards to kiss you again from this new angle.

You pulled your head back and pressed your finger to his lips.

“And what do you think you’re doing?” you asked, raising your eyebrows at him.

Loki stared at you in shock. Your commanding tone sent a shiver down his spine.

“I-I’m sorry…” he stuttered, struggling to even get the words out. His throat had become almost painfully dry.

You clicked your tongue dismissively and shook your head.

After a moment of silence you leaned forward, pressing a kiss to the tip of his nose. Loki’s face scrunched as he pouted. You simply giggled in response, kissing his nose once again.

Your lips began to trail over his skin, to his cheek, then his jaw. You grazed your teeth over it, making Loki shiver at the sensation. He closed his eyes as his head fell back against the wall, exposing his neck to you.

Your mouth soon latched onto his throat. Your kisses were starting to linger now.

“Mine,” you whispered softly, tracing your tongue across the main artery in his neck. “All mine…”

Loki’s breath hitched. He’d never thought about belonging to someone before, at least not in this manner. Something about the sound of your voice as you said it made him tremble beneath you.

Mine...

The words slipped out of Loki’s mouth before he could stop them. “Can I – can I touch you? Please?”

You pulled your mouth away from his neck and raised your eyebrows at him. Your eyes darted to where his hands were holding onto your hips.

“You are touching me.” you said teasingly.

Loki closed his eyes in embarrassment. Yes, he was aware of that – but it wasn’t what he meant and you knew it very well.

“I want to make you feel good. Please, it’s not right that I’m not giving anything back to you.”

Loki barely opened his eyes fast enough to catch the grin that lit up your face. He still saw a hint of it though, the fondness in your smile quickly overtaken by desire as you leaned back, raising your hands in a gesture that he read as, Well, what are you waiting for then?

Loki’s hands carefully moved upwards from your waist while he watched your facial expression for any sign of discontent.

“May I kiss your neck?” he asked softly, just to make sure.

You nodded immediately, tilting your head to give him access.

Having your soft skin displayed right in front of him like this tore a whimper from Loki’s throat. He surged forward and buried his face in the crook of your shoulder, breathing you in. His mouth tenderly caressed the side of your neck.

Your gasp echoed off the walls. You dug your fingers into his hair, pushing his face even further against you.

Loki chuckled at your reaction. He couldn’t believe that he was holding you in his arms right now, that he could kiss you like this.

He would very likely still doubt his memories once he woke up tomorrow.

Loki gave into the desire boiling in his veins. He pressed his lips firmly against you, sucking harshly. You panted above him as he carefully dug his teeth into your neck, making sure he didn’t break skin.

“You’re doing very – mmmm, yes – very well. Who knew that silver tongue was good for – ohhhh – other things as well…”

Loki shivered at your praise. His fingers began to play with your nipples through the fabric of your clothes as he sucked on your neck. His efforts earned him another moan from you, this one even louder.

You pulled his head away from you by his hair, staring down at him with hooded eyes.

“I need to fuck you, now. Will you let me do that?”

Loki nodded without having to think twice.

You reached for his pants, pulling his aching cock free where it had previously strained against the fabric, hard and dripping. Your free hand quickly pulled off your undergarments. You kicked them off before digging your hand into his shoulder for leverage and sinking onto his cock.

Loki couldn’t breathe.

You were a true goddess, your eyes dark with lust as you stared down at him.

You could've asked him for literally anything in that moment and by the gods, he would've done it so willingly. Without question.

Loki’s mouth fell open as you started rolling your hips. A guttural moan echoed through the cell, the sound so primal that he didn’t even recognize it as his own at first.

“Mine,” you growled into his ear, your teeth scraping against his neck, “all mine!”

There it was again, the word that would haunt him in his dreams.

Loki threw his head back. It crashed against the wall but he didn’t care, not even when his spine protested at the painful impact.

Your hand wound itself into his hair, gripping it roughly as you pulled his head back further and pressed your hungry mouth against his throat. A whimper fell from his lips, the sound turning into a low growl when you tugged on his hair.

“Yes,” Loki gasped. His head slammed back into the wall. “I – mmmmh, gods… I – I’m yours!”

It felt incredible to actually say it out loud, like a rush that left him dizzy.

Loki wasn’t sure how much of it was rebellion against the way he’d been raised – a prince declaring himself owned by a servant; all the stuck-up royals at Asgard’s court would gasp and clutch their pearls – and how much was the idea of belonging to you. Of being yours.

It didn’t really matter either way.

Loki squeezed his eyes shut, chanting the word until his voice cracked. Yours, yours, yours…

Your moans echoed in his ear as your hips moved faster, grinding into him relentlessly.

He’d never felt this close to Valhalla.

You kissed him again, your hands still buried in his hair. Your kisses took his breath away, suffocating him and bringing him back to life at the same time. Loki’s hands grabbed your hips tightly, clinging to you as he desperately tried not to drown.

Gods, he loved you.

Loki froze. The blood in his veins that had just been on fire turned to ice in a matter of seconds. Even your lips were cold now as they pressed against his.

He couldn’t love you. He couldn’t do that to you.

Words echoed through Loki’s mind. Words that kept him up at night, accompanying his nightmares so often that he saw the scene replay around him even though his eyes were wide open.

If you fail, if the Tesseract is kept from us, there will be no realm, no barren moon, no crevice where he can not find you.

Loki’s breathing picked up.

Thanos would find him. He’d kill anyone in his way to get to Loki, anyone who mattered to him, just to watch him suffer – a punishment for his failure.

If Thanos found out how much Loki cared for you…

The air was too thin now, his tunic gripping his chest so tightly that he wheezed, still unable to breathe properly.

What if –

A sharp pain on his cheek snapped him back to reality.

Loki gasped, his body surging forward as he struggled to fill his lungs with air.

He reached out, searching purchase. Something to hold onto, to ground himself. Something real.

Your arms wrapped around him from where you were now kneeling next to him on the floor, holding him against you.

Loki’s hands clung to your waist, gripping you tightly in a desperate attempt to center himself as his forehead fell against your shoulder. Your hand gently ran through his hair while you mumbled something in a soothing voice. The other hand stroked over his cheek, providing a sensation for him to focus on.

Loki didn’t know how much time passed until he finally dared to lift his head from your shoulder. His eyes fixed on the pendant around your neck, staring at it as if he wanted to commit every little carving in the material to memory.

You didn’t rush him, just calmly playing with his hair until Loki slowly raised his gaze to meet yours. You seemed surprisingly calm. He couldn’t spot any confusion or anger on your face, nothing but a soft smile.

“Are you alright?” you asked carefully.

Loki paused, taking a few breaths. Then he nodded.

“Yes,” he replied, surprised by the steady sound of his voice. He cleared his throat. “What, er, what happened?”

Your tongue darted out to wet your lips. Loki stared for a moment before he caught himself and looked away.

“You didn’t respond anymore when I tried to talk to you. You were just…” you lifted your hand from his cheek and waved it through the air in search of words, “you were frozen. And, well, I… I had to find a way to bring you back.”

You lowered your eyes for a moment.

Loki slowly raised his hand to the side of his face that was still tingling. His eyebrows rose as he stared at you, realization dawning on him.

A sheepish smile twitched at the corners of your mouth.

“Did you hit me?” Loki asked, completely dumbfounded.

You chuckled, looking at him with what he presumed to be a mixture of embarrassment and playfulness. “I had to get you back! What was I supposed to do?”

“Not slap me, perhaps? Surely you could’ve figured out something else!”

Loki rubbed his cheek, grumbling under his breath as you chuckled. He shook his head in disbelief.

You’d just slapped him. Right across the face, with all your might.

His mind conjured an image before he could stop it.

You raising your hand, your palm colliding with his cheek, the sharp burn as you hit him.

Loki bit back the groan that threatened to rise in his throat. He couldn’t suppress the shiver running up his spine, though. His body twitched.

You looked at him with barely concealed amusement, a knowing grin on your face.

Loki rolled his eyes, turning his head away from you. He was still unable to shake the mental image and it confused him greatly.

Your fingers caressed the sensitive spot on his cheek where you’d struck him a few minutes ago.

You applied pressure. Loki hissed sharply through gritted teeth.

Your amused laughter erupted right next to his ear.

“You know…” you said slowly, your hand dropping from his face to play with the tips of his messy hair instead, “I could just… hit you again. If you want to see how it feels.”

Loki’s breath hitched. He squeezed his eyes shut until he saw spots but it didn’t help him gain control over the onslaught of confusing thoughts.

The image in his head just wouldn’t go away.

Loki looked over at you, huffing grumpily for good measure.

You smiled at him, your fingers still tangled in his hair. Your other hand now cupped the unharmed side of his face while your thumb stroked over his cheekbone.

“We don’t have to do it if you don’t want to,” you assured him.

Your voice was soft but firm. It calmed the chaotic thoughts racing through Loki’s head, although he didn’t know why. Maybe he was underestimating just how much power you truly held over him.

He trusted you though, he knew that with every fiber of his being.

Loki took a deep breath. When he spoke, his voice was barely above a whisper.

“I – I would like to… I would like to try it.”

You studied his face carefully. “Are you sure?”

Loki nodded. He didn’t have to think this time.

“Alright. We’ll try one and then see how you feel, yes?”

Your voice was still gentle but it now carried a hint of determination. Loki shivered. He nodded again.

You gave him a stern look, similar to the one his mother always used with him. “Words, your highness.”

“Y-yes,” Loki stammered quickly, nodding his head in confirmation.

Your fingertips stroked his unscathed cheek one last time before you raised your hand, looking at him questioningly. When he nodded, you slapped him swiftly across the face.

Loki’s mouth fell open, a moan ripping from his throat. Pleasure washed over him like a wave as his body surged forward, almost as if it were chasing after the pain. He doubled over, forearms resting on his thighs to steady himself while he shivered and gasped for breath.

Before he’d met you, Loki was sure he knew pain. He’d experienced enough of it to last multiple lifetimes, even where Asgardians were concerned.

He didn’t know it could feel this good though.

Loki slowly straightened again, his breath still coming in short pants. He looked at you, only to discover that you were watching him intently, carefully taking in his facial expressions and his body language.

You gently held his face between your palms, stroking your thumbs over his cheekbones.

“Are you alright? I didn’t hit you too hard, did I?”

Loki shook his head to the best of his ability, your hands brushing across his skin. “No,” he said slowly.

You smiled at him, some of the worry leaving your eyes. You reached out to push some of his messy dark hair away from his face.

“Do you want me to do it again?”

Your tone was casual now, as if you were discussing the weather.

“Yes! But –” Loki interrupted himself, awkwardly pointing towards his lap, “w-would – um, would you…”

You giggled under your breath and grabbed his cock, slowly sinking back onto him. Your combined moans reverberated around the cell.

Loki’s hands clutched your hips as you started rocking back and forth on top of him. He tried to keep his grip light enough that he wouldn’t impact your movement while still having something to hold on to.

Loki’s hips instinctively jerked upwards and he groaned low in his throat.

You didn’t punish him for it this time. Instead you smiled and lifted a hand from the back of his neck, softly brushing your fingertips over his cheek.

After a moment, you pulled your hand back, eyeing him questioningly.

Loki nodded and closed his eyes, his breathing picking up in anticipation.

His head flew to the side as you slapped him again, hard. The sound echoed through the cell.

A hot flash raced up his spine, making Loki cry out in pleasure. The stinging sensation almost tipped him over the edge.

“Th-th-thank you,” he stammered once he was able to speak again. His face burned from humiliation and pleasure.

You smirked, pulling Loki into a rough kiss. Your hips continued their maddening pace that made his head spin all over again

“Again,” Loki urged softly once you broke the kiss, “p-please, again.”

You paused and frowned at him, slowing down the movement of your hips. He whined loudly in protest.

“What was that?” you asked slowly, a hint of darkness in your voice.

Loki shuddered, squeezing his eyes shut as he battled the last remaining shred of his pride.

“Please… please hit me again, Y/n.”

He cringed, ashamed of the utter desperation in his voice. This was so far from the behavior his mother had taught him, so unlike what his golden brother had always been praised for during their childhood.

However, when you resumed the grinding of your hips on top of him – moving even faster than you did previously – and leaned forward to capture his mouth in a passionate kiss, Loki found he didn’t care. He simply let go, allowing you to do whatever you wanted.

You broke the kiss soon after, smiling in amusement as his lips chased after yours.

“Well done. Just close your eyes and enjoy it.”

Loki complied, a drawn-out moan falling from his lips as you started bouncing on his cock.

“Yes, th-th– ohhhh – th-thank you – mmmm, just like that… Please hit me again, I want it so badly, I – ohhhhh, GODS!”

Your hand had come down onto his face again, striking him so hard that his ears were ringing. This time however, you’d slapped him on the other cheek.

Loki swore he saw stars. The sharp sting pushed him over the edge and he spilled inside of you, your name falling from his lips in a broken scream. He remained sitting propped up against the wall as waves of pleasure rolled over him, leaving him a trembling, moaning mess.

You bounced on top of him, your head thrown back towards the ceiling while you chased your own release. You reached between your legs, rubbing your clit relentlessly until you came with a strained cry.

Loki caught you in his arms as you slumped forward into his chest, spent and exhausted. He stroked the back of your head with tender fingers, smiling to himself in awe and disbelief.

How in the hels did he deserve you?

You hummed softly, burying your face in his shirt. You remained that way until your heartbeat slowed down and your breathing returned to normal.

Loki’s breath caught in his throat when you finally raised your head to look at him, leaning in to kiss him so lovingly that he forgot everything around him.

All that mattered was you.

Loki woke up slowly, feeling rested and calm for the first time in forever. He found himself curled up in his chair, which explained why he wasn’t in as much pain as usual.

He didn’t remember lying down to sleep though.

He couldn’t remember when he’d last slept without nightmares either.

Loki stretched carefully, not quite trusting the lack of pain just yet. After all, he’d learned the hard way how easily his body could be manipulated, how it felt to lose control of his own hands only to wake up to find them covered in blood that he didn’t remember spilling.

Loki yawned, rubbing at his eyes while he slowly shifted into a sitting position.

Today would be a good day, he could feel it. He really deserved one.

Someone pointedly cleared their throat.

Loki flinched, his eyes almost falling out of his head when he spotted Frigga standing in the middle of his cell.

“Mother! What are you doing here?”

Their conversation two days prior came back to him. Loki practically jumped out of the chair, the quick motion making him dizzy. He pushed the feeling aside.

“Mother, I apologize for –“

Frigga only lifted her hand, effectively silencing him.

“No need,” she said graciously, a hint of her usual loving tone resonating in her voice. “You’re forgiven.”

Loki stared at her, a weight falling off his shoulders as he processed her words. He took a deep breath of relief.

His mother’s presence still confused him though. Why was she here?

Frigga smiled at him. When she spoke again, her eyes held a spark of amusement, maybe even mischief.

“I suppose you’ll be interested to hear that I disguised your… encounter with my maid. I wouldn’t want you or Y/n to face punishment over something so trivial.”

Loki’s eyes widened and he was unable to look at his mother. Her words left him torn between shock and disbelief as the realization slowly set in.

He didn’t know what to say, utterly mortified by what she was implying.

Frigga grinned softly and shook her head.

Loki remembered that reaction very well from his childhood, whenever the guards dragged Thor and him towards her after they’d once again done something reckless and incredibly stupid. She’d looked at them with the same expression then as she regarded him with right now.

Frigga took a small step towards him, the movement barely noticeable. The amusement in her eyes dulled, though it didn’t fully disappear.

“I’m so glad that Y/n reciprocates your feelings… but next time, please try to at least conceal yourselves a little bit.”

Loki swallowed and nodded. His face grew hot as his boots suddenly became extremely interesting.

After a while of awkward silence, he slowly dared to raise his head, discovering that Frigga had disappeared. He dropped onto the chair beneath him, burying his face in his hands.

When you came back two days later to deliver new books, Loki barely managed to cast an illusion before your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him into a passionate kiss.

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Chapter one! (Weekly updates)

(Loki x Female demon!reader, eventual smut!)

Check chapter two here!

SUMMARY: Loki was saved by a demon and now the demon girl is attached to him like a cat is attached to catnip.

Is this trickery? Is this Devil lying to Loki to gift him punishment?

Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence (future chapters), angst, mentions of trauma, emotional manipulation, demonic creatures.

Tags: Hurt Loki, protective Loki, protective reader, grumpy Loki, fluff and angst, Grumpy/Sunshine, hurt/comfort, soft Loki at times (he's touch-starved but emotionally unstable), bubbly reader, (future) demon-sex.

Note: Hello! This is my first time writing for Loki and sharing a story of mine, English is not my first language so please be kind.

Everything has been made with lots of love, and I'll see if I add more tags as the story goes. If you like it, please let me know your thoughts!

“We caught him. We got Loki.” Steve Rogers bragged, spreading the news to the team through the tiny speaker the headphones had.

Some sighed relieved, others—specifically Tony, accompanied by Natasha, hurried to examine the cell he was going to stay at, temporarily, before being sent to receive Asgardian punishment.

Loki didn't seem even slightly defeated at the concept of staying in the cell once again, it's almost as if he's planned it, and with Loki, you could never know. He still had the smugness in his expression, but he lacked his army and scepter, so the Avengers couldn't help but be overly suspicious of his unbothered behavior.

The cell was intrinsically made to protect the external side from whatever— or whoever— was inside, a stronger, hopefully more long-lasting copy of the first that was destroyed before the official New York attack. The concept was created by S.H.I.E.L.D with the support of Stark to provide safety to everyone whenever Hulk decided to come out, and Loki knew it was still that way, but at the moment those were the special occasions in which it can be lent to any dangerous individual. 

But seeing as they had to strengthen the new cell, based on what happened to the first, Loki didn't know what the improvements of this one were.

Anyhow, none of the Avengers expected that a being was rushing to the same spot some of them were, at the same time. You hurried sneakily hoping not to be found, hiding in the shadows to find the local you were informed of.

The shadows moved with you whenever you walked, in the literal sense, and morphing to whatever shape you desired. The silence that your footsteps provided was unfamiliar to human (or enhanced humans, or alien) ears. 

When you arrived at the cell responsible for locking Loki — recently having discovered his name — you hesitated coming closer, seeing that Stark and Romanoff were there first. You chose the option of sticking to your shadows by the corner. 

“Second time you come here, and this time Banner is well-protected and miles away. Should you have a plan for this, we'll lock you again so you can see that you will always lose no matter what you try next.” Tony's voice was loud and clear, giving no room to thinking otherwise, that's what he always sounded like.

His confident tone did not manage to afflict Loki's expression, so if he did feel the impact or had a change of emotions, it was unknown to the two watching his every move.

Natasha kept a serious glare at him, one that'd inspire others to shiver until they even dare question the temperature of the room. She waited patiently to see if Loki would snap and try some escapade at any given moment.

He didn't. 

“I always have a plan, Stark. By now, you should know that. It would make our little encounters way simpler.” His velvety voice was surprisingly smooth and showed a contrast to the silence of the room, impacting them with the sophisticated and kept-together tone. Almost managing to make them shiver. 

At least Tony, not Natasha (she didn't seem to be easily intimidated). Or you, the one that's still in the shadows.

“Well, then you can calculate your plan for as long as you'd like, for as many days as it takes, 'cause you're not getting yourself out of this prison. We made sure of it.” Natasha stated, and Tony quickly nodded in response, glancing at Romanoff and having his eyes come back to Loki.

After that, you watched them leave. 

You could sense every moving thing in the huge room, your powers presented to you the incessant—and quite loud— heartbeat that was coming from Loki's chest. Blame it on yourself for being able to detect that but you silently wondered how they didn't notice.

After some more time spent in silence, you could sense Loki's nervousness increasing, it was palpable, and honestly, the atmosphere was becoming kind of pleasant to you, who decided to wait and analyze the way his emotions were changing.

Fear. Although he seemed to not want to demonstrate that, perhaps also afraid someone might be watching through the cameras.

Was nobody really going to come? 

You realized with disdain that maybe his plan involved counting on a third-party. This time he couldn't possibly understand the patterns of the cell beforehand, he also couldn't appeal to the team's distaste for each other, so a fight like the other time wouldn't be able to be induced.

Maybe he thought Thanos would come for him, seeing as he led the army of Chitauri. Maybe he thought he'd be tracked and they'd come for him again, to finish the mission.

You knew this, you knew everything that involved vulnerability. Humans were somehow unique in this matter, but Gods always carried something special within and most of the times it is related to their godlike trait of specialty. 

You get Zeus as an example: the leader of the Gods on Olympus, will always be scared of failure and being inferior, and when found in situations he sees as disrespectful his anger will always be human-like, his punishments will be tainted by an emotional and human anger. 

This is something special about the Gods we can live with, this is what makes them and their stories interesting to humans, the feelings and flaws. Semblance to humanity.

Their flaws are deeper and carry more pain than humans could possibly experience. The God of Mischief, Tricks and Lies carried a long-time pain and years of trauma for being betrayed and lied to. It was interesting to watch life be ironic and to see the flashback coming to life behind their eyes. 

To be frank, you weren't expecting him to depend on someone else to escape, it's supposed to be common nature for him by now. The distrust, the tricks any time, to be wise in the nature of misleading and manipulation. 

But anyhow, you decided to wait and check if any other noise or heartbeat would make a sound in the room.

It didn't, still just Loki. 

So you approached, still covered, protected from view by your shape-shifting shadows. 

The atmosphere was colder than you had expected once you were in front of the cell, your hands touched the armored glass. Invisible now, abandoning your shadows. You didn't know if the cold was coming from him or if they just kept the air that way. Probably both.

Loki was in the middle of the cell now, facing his bed for the night. 

His thoughts kept betraying his facial expressions, being louder than he allowed his face to show, they were a constant mess of scheming and planning different ways out, a bunch of diverse techniques for trickery with the intent of finding his freedom.

Honestly you were getting a bit of a headache, but you realized he clearly didn't know that to do. You could sense his restricted powers moving through his veins.

You touched the glass with your fingertips first, then, with your fingernails, applying a slight pressure to it. Making Loki violently flinch and turn his body back to the entrance expecting to see one of the Avengers there to taunt him. 

He saw nothing and immediately frowned due to that. Then relaxed, noticing there was nobody there and thinking it might have been something else. You wondered if he could sense you or if he thought it was an illusion.

You decided to make use of the fact he still kept his front to the entrance—where you secretly were— and once again slowly scratched the glass he was being kept in.

Loki visibly flinched once again. 

“Fine, I thought it was nothing at first but I can definitely feel someone here now. Who is it? Who's there?!” He asked out loud to the empty room.

You waited in silence, seeing his fear was quite the spectacle. It's humanly cruel to admit but the fear that comes from Gods are a treat to be felt and experienced. To you. 

You were slightly shocked he could feel your presence there, although it did answer the doubt you had before to know if he could feel your presence or not.

You were tempted to scare him further, so mischievously as you decided to be, you closed your hand to a fist and knocked on the glass. Different areas, at the same time.

He looked around dramatically quick, closed his expression after noticing this was possibly a trick. He got back in place and his eyes dared to look forward— frighteningly exactly where you are—, and crossed his arms, presenting a —also—dramatic stance.

“Very funny, really adorable. I don't enjoy playing with witches, especially ones that won't show themselves, I'll let you know. Take off the spell.”

Really? I thought he liked tricks. You guess fear changes people, you could laugh at his scaredy cat behavior some other time. 

You took off the spell and showed your human form to him, making a mental note of how he seemed to gasp when you appeared out of nowhere. You noticed the cell seemed to restrict his powers although it seemed not to erase it completely, which is a capable downfall for the team of humans, they should've checked this before.

You presented yourself in a full black uniform with a long matching cape covering your shoulders, and your hair was kept down and loosen. The most noticeable detail was the metal mask you kept covering your nose and mouth. Allowing him to stare only at your eyes, not being able to see your full face.

“Loki, Loki of Asgard.” Your voice broke the silence, your eyes seemed to shine a little brighter after pronouncing the words.

He stared at you, his eyes questioning and doubtful, multiple questions running through his mind.

“And who are you? One more of the freaks coming to teach me how to behave in midgardian society? How do you know who I am?”

“Let's humbly say that I'm here to…save you,” he couldn't help but laugh at that.

“And what's that supposed to mean? You were in silence just then for a while, you clearly want something from me, and I want to know what it is. And I wish to know who you are, or maybe…who you're probably working for.”

“One of Thanos' children?” he thought, you don't care enough to ask what it means. 

You gave him a strange look he could not decipher.

“I work for no one, only myself. You can think of me as an angel, if you want, or if you need it. But I want to help you. Your powers have drawn me to you.”

“No angel would ever assume they feel drawn to greatness or power, I can only believe you may be a witch,” he eyed you up and down again, you noticed he seemed to do it a lot. Like he was constantly trying to understand things about you.

“No, I'm no witch. But I do admire them,” you let your head down a bit, then stare at him. Allowing your hands to try and reach the glass once again.

His eyes widened even before you managed to complete the touch. He thought you were going to scratch it again.

“No, no, don't do that! Stop scratching the glass!”

“Don't worry, I'm merely touching it this time.” you reached the glass and analyzed it, your hands glowing a black flowing matter, your powers, attempting to understand what it was made of and what could be its weakness. “Someone really doesn't want you to come out, it seems. The cell is reinforced by an invisibility spell that's hiding a layer of Adamantium.” 

“I don't know what that is, but the cell wasn't built for me that's for sure.” 

“It's a special metal, possibly the second strongest metal on Earth. Maybe it was built for you, or maybe not. I could sense your powers from miles away. You're more powerful than you think you are, with more experience you could turn a prison of Adamantium into multiple pieces.” 

He seemed to get angrier at what you said. Immediately scowling at you.

“Are you claiming I'm not experienced with magic? What would you know?! I'm over a thousand years of magic experience, I'm pretty sure I can handle anything by now.”

“Then break the cage yourself.” you simply stated. “Do it then.” 

“I can't, you dim-witted creature. As you can see, my magic is restricted.” He gesticulated to the cell around him, crossed his arms and looked at you.

“I know you carry more power than the supreme sorcerer in person. Again, if you had more faith in yourself mayhaps you'd be able to break it and find your way out on your own.” Your eyes wandered to the ground, making it seem like you didn't even care much, turning around slightly as if to go away. 

“And you…you can break it?” he asked after some seconds, lowering his voice. 

You turned back, looking over the whole glass. Your body leaned a bit backwards with you, showing a bit of drama through your movements. 

Then you placed yourself exactly where you were, and straightened your posture to speak to him.

“Yes, yes I can break it for you. I'll help you.” You decided. He seemed overly suspicious of every movement you made.

Placing your hand on the glass you let yourself feel all the tingly numbness that comes with allowing your powers to overcome, then you feel the glass start shattering under your fingertips. The strength of the material was stronger than anything you were used to physically handle daily.

Surprisingly, Loki's hand started glowing a light green color and his eyes closed as if putting the same effort as you into attempting to break the glass, less than he usually would be able to but still trying. His body got closer to the glass, not actually daring to touch it yet.

Your powers together managed to crack the top of his glass cell, this was when the loud warning noise came along, ringing in your ears and making you flinch. 

Loki grew alarmed and his magic was visibly weakening as the noise took over all the place. Seeing as these were extreme measures, you started putting double the effort to break it faster.

“It would be incredibly great if you could just help me again. It was good before, it was working.” You told him to make him pay attention to you once again. “You shouldn't let your emotions get in the way like that, I can sense your desperation from here, it's distracting!” 

He looked at her in disbelief but he put his hands in front of himself again, his powers grew strongly green and the glass cracked more and more. 

“You talk about desperation but I'm not the one that's raising my voice…” He muttered in the middle of everything.

“If you helped me I wouldn't need to!”

“Didn't you say you could do everything by yourself?” 

“I'm just saying in a matter of hurry to get you out, it would be great to have your powers help me break the second most powerful metal on Earth!”

“You should thank the gods that I-”

“Well I don't! I simply DON'T thank the gods,” you said louder than before. He seemed surprised but quickly recomposed himself. “And stop attempting a threat, should the humans arrive I can let myself out easily. Be more grateful.”

“As if! For all I know you must be a witch planning on kidnapping me… But seeing as being with the midgardian costume-show is worse, I don't mind the entertainment of being kidnapped by a…“ He took a pause to look at you, and you raised an eyebrow at him, slightly tilting your head. “Uh…insane, scary witch.” 

You could feel the heat increase and the announcement that there was an escape plan happening kept ringing loudly into the ears of both you. It would be a matter of time until the Avengers could track you and come back to the room. You both turned your heads to the entrance door that was right behind you, nothing yet.

Loki watched as your eyes seemed to go completely black in an instant, hands were getting shakier both yours and Loki's, then in the blink of an eye, the glass smashed in tiny little pieces. 

Loki put his arms in front of his face due to the impact but you didn't, your hands were still glowing with darkness and gray speckles of light as the magic slowly dissolved. One of the multiple pieces of glass crossed your forehead marking a small bleeding cut, that's when you noticed you probably should have had the reaction to protect your body to the glass. You noticed a few tinier pieces made contact with your mask, making a quiet but obvious sound of ripping steel, only a little, but what a shame.

You didn't want Loki to get too suspicious of you so you didn't make it heal faster, you let it bleed a little and it's close to your left eye. 

You watch it with interest, you quite like blood, you like the reminder you can bleed.

Putting your hand to the light wound and taking a bit of the blood on your skin, you let it taint your fingers a little red.

“We should go then.” You stated as a final decision.

You noticed that the moment the glass was destroyed, Loki's eyes seemed to get a bright blue shade for an instant, they even seemed a bit lost, then they went back to the green-grayish tone. 

“Wait, we could–”

You teleported both of your ways out of there, right before the Avengers arrived. 

★

You realized your plan carried no real structure and it upset you immensely. Now you were stuck in an isolated mossed area with an alien God that appeared to be in deep distress.

“You know this is great, where in the all the Nine even are we?” He looked around at that, checking the varied tree species the place had. And turned to look at you in disbelief.

“Are we still in the United States?!” He questioned loudly once again and started walking straight ahead.

“If there wasn't such pressure on us I could have teleported us somewhere nicer. I couldn't let them be too close,” with that you followed right behind him, managing to keep your footsteps steadier to make it seem as if you know what you're doing.

“If you had waited a little before teleporting us I could have gotten the Tesseract back! If we had the Tesseract I'd manage to find somewhere to hide, very far from here… You didn't let me dictate our plan and now look where we are,”

“The Tesseract?” You asked a bit confused, then you slowly nodded as you just remembered seeing something about that. “The bright blue cube the Avengers carried with them? Is it important?” You were curious now.

“Yes, it is property of Asgard. And it should be with me. They took it from me.” He started going faster and you hurried to match his steps. 

“First of all, why? Second of all,” you paused as you tripped on the rocks. “Ugh. Second of all- I definitely should be the one on the front. Let me lead the way.” 

You certainly didn't appreciate feeling inferior.

You ran a little to go and stay in front of him, turning your back to Loki and proceeding to walk first.

The Asgardian behind you was confused by the suddenness of your actions, and stomped his foot seemingly taking your choice as insolence.

“Where are we?! What the Hel is going on?!” 

“I told you I was going to save you. I did, I took you out of that god forsaken cell, I freed you.”

“Freedom would be a solid belief if I could be by myself right now.” 

“Hey. I have been nothing but nice,” you don't know why you were defensive. “And you have yet to mention why the Tesseract should be with you. I said I can do anything, if you convince me, maybe I can bring it to you,” you said firmly and stared right at him.

That made him pause his steps for a while, you were almost near a tunnel. You paused as well.

He blinked, and looked at you before speaking.

“It's the space stone, a stone that allows you to teleport anywhere you want at any given moment. It controls space in time, and I was using it to my benefit for my plans.”

You looked down to the floor deep in thought with that. Keeping quiet for a little.

“You don't need that, you have me.”

He stared at you quietly too, you almost didn't notice how his eyes shined a little greener after your words, looking… lively, or honest.

 “You'd…move us whenever we needed?”

“Yes, of course,” you exclaimed bubbly.

Everything seemed warmer to you, noticing the Tesseract wasn't going to ruin your plans if you lacked it, your powers are useful enough for that. 

He looked at you oddly, then kept walking. Indicating with his hands that you should walk as well, silently not caring anymore if you're first. 

“I wish you would tell me who you are. The only thing I can see other than your eyes is the mask.”

“You wish for me to take off the mask?” You smiled sardonically. “Are you this curious?”

“You did call yourself an angel,” he began. Your eyes turned slightly darker at the mention, but you were looking at the floor, you kept smiling under the mask.

“I did, yes. I am one, somehow,” you lied. 

You know he can see through your lies, he chose not to comment.

The tunnel was right in front of you two now, you both kept walking. It brought nothing but humid ground with water puddles that kept announcing you in the dark, sometime or another you could hear the small noise of a bug.

Overall, it was quite cold. You thought the cold in the cell had been due to keeping the atmosphere that way, but Loki's presence felt as cold as the air around you, literally.

“Are you cold?” You asked. 

“Hm?” He was distracted analyzing his whereabouts. “No, why? Is it cold? I didn't notice.”

You hummed, you were kind of sensitive to the cold so you weren't sure if you were the one on the wrong. Maybe it was just the tunnel.

Either way, you opened your hands spreading all your fingers, absorbing as much warmth as the place could have.

You noticed Loki's fingertips growing immediately the green it gets when he uses his powers, and…oh.

He conjured you a blanket. A dark green one, that looked very soft.

“I'm a gentleman, I can't let you go cold.” he looked at you and waited for you to take it.

Still, you kept your hands growing warmer and warmer, you got both of them together and huddled a tiny speckle of… fire.

You were satisfied with that, but made it a bit bigger. Now you carried a small flame in the air among your fingers, and your entire hands were glowing red. You felt warm enough, the pyrokinesis required the warmth of your entire body. 

You didn't notice Loki's admiration right beside you, his eyes sparkling with the movements of your fingers through the air.

“You can control fire? Impressive,” he said in awe. 

“It's nothing,” your cheeks felt just as warm as your hands, you supposed you could blame it on the pyrokinesis effect. “You can still give me the blanket, put it around me or something,” you moved your shoulders trying to demonstrate.

So he did, he placed it around your shoulders. It wasn't exactly long, good because it wouldn't touch the dirty ground. Or come close to it.

As you two walked the rest of the tunnel, now feeling less cold than before, a green light flowed by your side again. Loki's hand grew a green light to help us see the dark way in front of us, the fire helped already but it's nice that he thought to add to it.

You just assumed he liked feeling useful as much as you.

Maybe you were a creature cursed to desiring greatness for eternity, however, his powers did draw you to him even further. Your eyes brighten as you look at the green surrounding his fingertips. 

He looks at you curiously, eyes changing from his hands to your face back and forth.

Both of you don't say anything. 

★

The 'Avengers' as they have recently been named, decided the world was under a giant threat again seeing as Loki had not only escaped but he did so with the help of an unknown person.

This opened possibilities for a thousand different theories. Maybe the God of Mischief had fans, but it'd be really quick enough for them to plan and manage to save him?

Plus, they knew the 'person' was powerful when checking the cameras, seeing the woman appear out of nowhere, and seeing they teleported together. At first they thought Loki was the responsible one for that, but what if he wasn't? It mainly worried them the fact that humans —if it was what saved him— do not simply have superpowers like that.

It became a S.H.I.E.L.D case the second they discovered.

“What if he has more aliens he brainwashed?” Clint asked at the table. “I don't wanna deal with these aliens any more for today, I've had enough.”

“Considering the fact you were just brainwashed by the guy, I can give you that,” Natasha answered, putting a hand on his shoulder. She looked at him more caringly afterwards when the others weren't paying attention to them. Saying quietly: “Are you okay? Don't you think it's better if you rest for now?”

“I'll have enough time to rest after we get that serial killer slash crazy alien back to the cells. Or better yet, out of this planet.” With that, he looked at the other teammates.

Tony was checking the securities and zooming in on the screens, recording to save every detail of the presented outfit, mask, all the angles of this person, anything he could get.

Thor was relentless, demanding to know any information the humans could grant him with. He didn't understand how it wasn't quicker to locate him.

For him it seemed more like a family missing thing than a mass murderer villain missing, they guessed that after all, Loki was still his brother and Thor still had such a big heart.

“If this being is more powerful than my brother is, I don't think we'll find them in these…” Thor turned and gesticulated to the cameras Stark was studying the scenes from. “What are these again?” He mumbled in a hurry, just wanting to get his point across.

“Cameras.” Steve replied.

“Cameras! Of course,” Thor said again making a dramatic case with his booming voice, “I need to check in Asgard to see if he's not there, maybe the Asgardians even know something…I don't know, I'm not sure.” He kept looking around nervously, and picking on his hands as he spoke.

“Thor, relax. We're going to find him, it's our main mission to get a hold of this freak.” Bruce replied now. “If there's one thing about our group of very strange individuals is that we don't like to fail, we're too arrogant for that.”

“Speak for yourself, I'm far from arrogant.” Tony replied clicking on another screen and bringing it closer to him, the technology making the images clearer.

Steve tries to hide a snort, and Natasha can't help but actually laugh. “Come on now, it's not time for jokes.”

“Yeah, don't make us laugh,” she says.

“Is this amusing to you, Steve?” Tony said. Looking away from the screen. “If you think I'm too arrogant-”

“I have no time for this.” Thor turned around, picking Mjolnir with extreme ease and turning it in the air. “I'll be out for a while. If you find news about my brother don't forget to look up to the sky and scream very loudly the name 'HEIMDALL', please.” He made sure to give a quiet scream to interpretate them screaming to Heimdall.

“And who's that Heimdall guy again?” Clint asked.

“The man that sees it all. The guardian of Asgard. I asked him for news regarding Loki's location, but he seems to find absolutely nothing, it's unbelievable. He said there's strong magic protecting his surroundings, or him in itself.”

“If Loki is on Asgard, make sure to send us a letter or a text message to warn us and proceed be sure to keep him there, forever, no need to bring him back.” Tony said dismissively. “We've got enough trouble as it is.”

“Well, now you're just being rude. I bet Loki didn't mean any real harm with his actions. He wasn't like that before.” Thor replied once again, and then turned to the exit to go outside. “Again, if you find anything of him, make sure to yell to the sky!”

The moment Thor left and they saw the rainbow appear through the window and make quite a loud opening, Natasha looked at them and said:

“So who's going to be the one to take the role of insane and yell at the sky?” She asked with a smile.

“Hopefully no one, his brother might be having a blast with Asgardians chicks in a pool, if they have those there. And everything will go back to normal, we'll have no need to worry,” Tony said.

“Just because that's what you'd been doing if you escaped prison doesn't mean that that's what Loki's doing right now.” Steve argued.

“Who let the popsicle speak again? I don't know about you, but other people are familiar with the concept of having sex-”

“Is this conversation really necessary, Tony?” Steve argued back.

“Well, hopefully Tony's right about not needing to worry and-”

Mary Hill entered the room before Bruce could finish the sentence, “Am I interrupting? I apologize, I hate to be the bringer of bad news…actually, no, I'm alright with that.” She said menancingly. After that, she put a laptop on the table they were meeting at.

Also, putting next to it a bunch of information resources, such as multiple other tablets and laptops containing images that are some blurry and others in perfect quality. One of them even contained an image of a woman, seemingly an ID, but they weren't sure.

“Fury was in contact with other agents that could know anything about the characteristics the unknown person had. They studied the height, the weight, the length of their hair, and other things. We tried to study the precise gender this person has but aren't so sure, so we call it Being, they weren't even sure it's human. Still, they checked the powers, the speed in which the glass was broken, everything they could through the images. Changed the angles and studied for news about it, checking specifically also the mask she wore.”

While she narrated every step of the professionals she opened one of the screens and displayed it to another device to share Fury's screen. That's when he began to talk to them, to tell the story through his side as well.

“The creature, we were looking first for witches or any enhanced human beings such as other possible soldiers like Rogers. We were both relieved and worried to see it wasn't the case, our work couldn't be granted with much, but what we found of it should be enough for now to know what we're working with.”

Hill presented a specific image on screen, one that seemed like the one on the ID, the 'woman' had her eyes wide open seeing as she had to look directly at the camera for the important exam.

The image was black and white, of course. But she had her eyes completely empty, the document was inked with white the part where her eyes should be.

“They checked for occurrences and similar characteristics on other people surrounding the same places. What we found complicated is that the situations in which people disappeared like that and appeared out of nowhere were brought up by different people in different parts of the world.” The images kept moving to present women, men and children, not much, probably just up to eight identities that they could collect from around the whole world. “But what's most interesting is that, none of these people actually exist.”

Fury stated and caused the silence of the room to grow instantly tense. They immediately found that frightening.

“Has Loki really been planning the attack on New York for that long? This must be related to him somehow. When, how-” Clint began and was interrupted by Fury again.

“These people would appear on a certain day and disappear at any moment. It was uncertain, it has no pattern, we're in doubt of our process because we can't seem to be sure just one person could be responsible for this. And we're unsure of Loki's relation to this being, at least any relation before today.”

The pictures presented could vary from news where there would be people morphing out of shadows or coming out of something slimy to become human. They weren't sure these things were related to one another but they carried similarities with the pattern of power presented in the cell earlier.

There were videos of men, women, even animals, morphing into something else. And mainly all of them had to be related to the shadows one time or another, that's all they had, they had to stick to it.

“We believe we're dealing with a shapeshifter, and even worse… We believe it's a demon.”

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[ren-does-bullshit]

Jump "Scare"

Loki was in his room doing something and you didn't know what, you got bored watching TV so you decided to sneak into his room to scare him. Little to your knowledge he was in the middle of jerking off as you decided to scare him, he was getting close too, he's facing the wall unaware he forgot to lock his door. You quietly open it and sneak over to his bed, he's being quiet because he's trying to concentrate on cumming, you are right behind him now as he's sitting on his bed and suddenly he moans loudly. You look over his shoulder and see what he's doing and you can't let this beautiful opportunity pass, you grab him by his hair and smile at him "need some help?~" you say watching as his expression changes to pure shock and he immediately pulls his hand away from his dick and he slowly begins to process that your in his room offering to help him cum. hesitantly, he speaks "yes..- please..-

You begin to move closer to him and you kiss him passionately while smiling a bit tugging at his hair, causing him to moan softly. With the hand not gripping his hair you reach down and grip his dick and squeeze it a bit causing him to groan, you begin jerking him off fast and watch him gasp and groan in pleasure at what your doing. Slowly, you get in front of him and shove him to where he's laying down "your adorable darling look at how hard you are for me~" you say as he gets flustered and stares at you with lust filled eyes as your jerking him off, he's squirming and moaning under your gentle touch. "Hmm I wonder if your into hair pulling.." you proceeded to tug on his hair and he groaned in response, you smiled at his adorable reaction, "by chance do you have any toys? And if you don't, could you conjure someone for me to use on you?" He nods in response and soon an array of sex toys covers the bed around you both, you pick up a vibrating cock ring and smile as you slide it onto him carefully, you then pick up a strap on. "We'll save that for later~" you toss it down next to you grabbing some lube from next to him and coating your fingers in it, after you do that you stare at him as you slide a finger inside. His breath hitches as you manage to slide your finger over his prostate you continue to hit that spot for a little while and he's moaning and whining, he lets out a loud whine as you remove your finger "I have a better idea then this my sweet baby boy~"

Loki was now at your mercy on his bed with a small vibrating butt plug in his ass at full speed, you were sucking on his nipples and every time he'd move he ended up making the plug hit his prostate. As your sucking on his nipples you slowly slide your other hand down onto his dick and turn on the cock ring, he bucks his his hips up trying to feel more pleasure from you, making you smirk "I see your desperate to cum for me~" you say with a sadistic smile on your face right before you kiss him deeply. You start to jerk him off carefully as to not accidentally take off the ring "f-fuck..~ m-mistress..~ it f-feels s-so good..~" he moans as you speed up and begin to leave bite marks and hickeys all over his neck "I'm glad you like it baby because we're just getting started~" you smile as you stop jerking him off to turn off the butt plug, you grab a bigger one and take the old one out, he whines at the loss of feeling something inside him, you cover the bigger plug in lube before sliding it into his hole. He moans loudly at the feeling of something bigger entering him "m-mistress can you p-please continue n-now?..~" he whines out as your pressing your hand on the toy trying to press it further in. "Yeah sure just give me a moment to do something~" you turn the bigger plug on to full speed and smile as he moans loudly and tries to cover his mouth with his hands. You pull them away from his mouth and smile at him, "f-fuck m-mommy c-can I p-please cum!..~" you look him in the eyes and see he's drooling and his eyes keep trying to role back from the amount of pleasure your giving him, you stop touching him and turn off the cock ring and butt plug and he looks like he is going to cry, and then you begin to strip

Your on the bed in front of him completely naked with a strap on you, you climb above him a bit and stare him in the eyes "think your stretched enough to take this?~" he nods his head and whimpers as you thrust into him slowly, he loves how full he feels as you thrust in and out of him, nothing would be better to him at this moment, you pick up yout pace and his soft groans turn into needy moans as you hit his prostate mercilessly watching as he moans and struggles to speak "f-fuck…~ so g-good..~ a-ah..~ m-more please..~" your surprised when he finally manages to tell you he wants more pleasure, you smile, turning the vibrating cock ring back on and watching his eyes roll back a bit. "No cumming till I say so my love~" he loves how dominant you are with him but part of him wouldn't mind being dominant himself, that can be for a later time though, for now he will be as submissive and obedient for you as he can, "f-fuck!..~ c-can I c-cum p-please!..~" your thrusting faster now and smiling "Just hold on a bit longer my prince I promise I'll let you cum soon~" he squirms and whines while moaning your name and other things, he doesn't think he can form words, hes focusing on making sure he doesn't disobey you and its making his brain all fucked out, eventually he finds words again, not many though "c-cum?..~ p-please..~" you smile knowing he wont be able to stop himself much longer, you pretend to think about it for a moment as you thrust faster, pounding into him. "Go ahead be my good boy and cum for me..~" the second the words leave your mouth he cums hard while moaning your name loudly, you slow your thrust a bit trying to ease him out of his high, hes panting and trying to catch his breath as you slowly stop thrusting into him, you wait till he's caught his breath before you slowly pull out of him, he groans lightly as the strap on slips out of him

You let him rest for 10 minutes before getting up and getting a damp towel to clean him up with, you carefully clean any of the cum on him off and your extra careful cleaning it off his dick, "thank you.." he mumbles as you leave his side to grab him some water and a snack. "It was my pleasure.. Loki" you say hesitantly, unsure how he'll react to you saying that after everything, you smile leaving his room and he thinks about the events that led to this moment, to think if he didn't forget to lock his door he never would of gotten the chance to make his fantasies become reality.. you walk back into the room with a small bottle of apple juice and a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and you hand him the juice "got to make sure I hydrate and make sure your well fed after all of that" you kiss his forehead and he blushes a bit "I love you.." he says nervously to you.. you pause for a moment to think. "I love you too Loki.."

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[acciotherapists]

Need You

Loki x Female Reader

Summary: After a fight Loki flirts with another girl to make you jealous. Will it work?

Warnings: Smut, pure filth, spanking, Sub!Loki, mommy kink

Loki knew he was in for it the moment he saw you glaring daggers at him from across the party. He wasn’t even into the woman standing across from him but the opportunity to make you jealous was far too great to pass up when he knew it would lead to very passionate sex later that night. What he didn’t plan for was just how far you were willing to go. You’d been fighting earlier that night about how close you and Tony had gotten and you tried to assure him Tony was simply being friendly and was more like a brother to you than anything else but Loki wasn’t listening. He’d stormed out of the room to find something to drink but found an incredibly horny woman instead. She’d practically draped herself across his shoulders and was whispering in his ear when Bruce walked up next to you.

“What’s with you and Loki?” he asked.

“We had a fight. This is his payback,” I answered, taking a sip of my drink.

“And you’re just letting this happen?”

“He’ll regret it later,” I answered. “By not doing anything now I’ll only piss him off further. He’s only doing this to get my attention and he’s acting like a child. The only way to handle a child acting out is to not give them the attention they are trying to get with this behavior.”

Bruce chuckled as I spoke. “But you’re planning something?”

“Perhaps,” I answered, smirking as I took another sip of my drink. 

Bruce chuckled and patted me on the back. “Good luck, Y/n.”

I let a few more songs play as the woman continued to hang all over Loki, who seemed to be getting more annoyed with her presence and my lack of annoyance. I was sitting at the bar with Natasha when a loud giggle caught my attention and I turned to see her pulling Loki from his seat and dragging him to the dance floor. His little plan had clearly backfired.

Save me! His voice shouted in my mind and I chuckled, finishing off my drink and saying goodbye to Nat, before making my way toward them.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” the woman shrieked as I grabbed Loki and began walking away from her without another word.

I turned to her. “I’m taking my boyfriend back to our room.”

“Boyfriend?” she scoffed. “If he’s your boyfriend, why was he all over me?”

I chuckled, moving closer to her. “Because he thought it might make me jealous to see him flirting with a skank pretending to be drunk to get a guy to fuck her.”

“Aw and you’re jealous of little old me?” she mocked.

I couldn’t control the small chuckle that escaped my lips. “Sweetheart, I simply couldn’t bear to watch you make a fool out of yourself and, after seeing how limp his cock has been since you threw yourself at him, I had to come save him. Especially considering it takes me only seconds to get him hard.”

Her eyes widened in horror but I grabbed Loki’s hand and we left the party before she could say anything more.

****

I threw open the door to our bedroom and pushed him toward our bed. “Take your clothes off and get on the bed,” I hissed, slamming the door shut and locking it behind us.

“Darling…”

“I said… Get. On. The. Bed,” I repeated, carefully enunciating each word. His cheeks flushed as he fought back a smile and quickly removed his clothes before climbing on the bed. 

“Safeword?” I asked.

“Red,” he answered. “I-it’s just easy to remember.”

I nodded. “Good boy.”

His once limp cock was now beginning to harden as he sat against the headboard.

“Don’t tell me that little harlot got you hard?” I spat, already knowing the answer.

“No, never,” he answered. “This is all for you.”

“It better be, you little manwhore.” I moved closer to the bed. “You really thought you could flirt with her and get away with it, hm? You thought I’d just pull you away from her right away and we’d fuck each other? Is that what you thought?”

“Yes… I- I thought you’d take me away from her.”

“Aw, and what happened, baby?”

“You didn’t. You let her flirt with me.”

“Turn over,” I hissed. He quickly flipped over and I smacked his ass. “No, you let her flirt with you, Loki. You could’ve talked to me like an adult but instead you had to go and get some whore’s attention. I bet she’s still out there imagining how big your cock is… how good you’d stretch her pathetic cunt.”

“No,” he whimpered. “Only you… only want to stretch your perfect cunt.”

“Good answer. What happened after I didn’t take you away?”

“I- I begged you to save me… to take me away from her.”

“That you did. I want to hear you do it again. Beg me, Loki. Tell me whose cock this is. Tell me exactly what you want,” I said.

“Please, Y/n-.” 

I smacked his ass once again. “What did you just call me?”

“I- I’m sorry, miss, please… please fuck me. It’s your cock. Always your cock! All of me belongs to you!”

“Turn back over,” I ordered and he quickly flipped onto his back as I waved my hand, securing his hands to the headboard. His cock was red and angry now, precum already leaking from the tip as he waited for my next move.

“What is she to you?”

“Nothing!” he shouted. “A common whore who wanted me to fuck her but I never could!”

“Why?”

“Because she isn’t you! She could never be you! Her pathetic little cunt would never feel as good as yours!"

"Yeah? You want to feel me, baby?"

"Please," he whined, bucking his hips up. I climbed on top of him, straddling his stomach, ignoring the place he needed me most.

"Did you think that was funny, hm? You thought it was funny to let her touch you like that and be that close to you?"

"N-no."

"You hurt me, Loki," I cooed. "Do you not want me anymore?" I pouted and he struggled against the restraints, desperately trying to reach me.

"N-no! Always want you! Please… please let me touch you, mommy!"

Oh. That was certainly a new one. His eyes widened as he realized what he'd just said and his cheeks flushed. I leaned closer, sliding my hips down just above his cock, my lips just inches from his ear. “What did you just call me?”

“I- I’m sorry.”

“I care not for your apologies, Laufeyson, nor did I ask for them. I simply asked… what. Did. You. Call. Me?”

“M-mommy?”

“Hm,” I chuckled darkly. “Say it again.”

His brows raised slightly as a smile spread across his face. “Mommy,” he groaned, bucking his hips up, raising me into the air on his hips. I pushed him down again, pressing my ass against his hips, his cock sitting between my folds as I pushed it forward against his abdomen, finding a comfortable position, while not allowing his cock to slip inside me just yet.

“Who’d have thought the great Loki Laufeyson would be such a sub for me,” I chuckled as he pulled at the restraints once again. He groaned as I moved forward once again, my folds sliding along his cock as I murmured in his ear. “Do you need your safeword, baby?”

“No, mommy,” he assured me, turning his face to capture my lips against his. I hummed against his mouth, allowing him to slip his tongue past my lips, as I tangled my hands in his hair, tugging softly. “You’ll tell me if this is too much, baby?”

He nodded. “Not too much. Never too much,” he whimpered. “Just need you.”

I nodded, kissing him one last time before aligning his cock with my entrance and sinking down onto him. He groaned, throwing his head back in pleasure.

“Slap my face,” he groaned.

“What?” I was shocked. I’d spanked him but had never once thought about slapping his face for fear of actually hurting him. “I- I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I’m a god, darling. You cannot hurt me.”

I chuckled, searching his eyes carefully as he nodded. “Punish me for talking to that whore.”

I softly slapped him and he chuckled. “Darling, I felt your hands upon my ass moments ago. I know you can hit me harder than that.”

I slapped him again.

“Harder!” he shouted, pulling at the restraints.

I slapped him once again and a delicious sound escaped his lips, something between a moan and a whimper, combining deliciously with my name.

“Fuck, I love you,” he murmured.

I cupped his face. “I love you too, Loki.” I slowly began circling my hips as his cock twitched angrily inside me, so close yet so far.

“Please,” he whimpered, tugging at the restraints.

“You want to touch me baby?”

“Please, mommy.”

“You should’ve thought of that before you let her touch you.

He groaned but I could tell he was enjoying himself by the way his cock twitched inside me.

"Make me cum without using your hands, Loki," I said, circling my hips. He nodded and quickly began thrusting up into me and I threw my head back, bracing myself with my hands in his chest.

I could feel my orgasm fast approaching as he continued thrusting into me. “Please, mommy. Cum for me! Squeeze my cock!”

I moaned loudly as I came around his cock, burying my face in his neck as he continued thrusting me through my orgasm, chasing his own, as I undid his hands. He eagerly grabbed my waist.

“Fuck! Thank you, mommy!” he moaned as his cum shot inside me. My cunt clenched at the feeling of his cum seeping out of me, sliding down his cock as I slowly circled my hips.

“Fuck, mommy,” he whimpered. “Sensitive…”

“I think I can get another one out of you baby. After all, you're still so hard. Unless it’s someone else making you this hard.”

“No!” he quickly disagreed, his grip getting tighter around my waist. “Only for you… always hard for you.”

“Think you can cum for me again, baby?"

He eagerly nodded and I began bouncing once again, pressing my lips to his as I began rocking back and forth.

“So beautiful,” he murmured against my lips. “Feel so good.” It didn’t take long before we were cumming again, loudly moaning the other’s name, before I collapsed on top of him, breathless and spent.

After a few minutes I slowly got off of him, letting his cock fall gently back between his legs. I cleaned us up before using my magic to change us into something warm and comfortable.

“I’m supposed to do that,” Loki murmured softly as I gently removed the cum from both of our legs and flashed a pair of black sweatpants over his legs.

“Not today, baby,” I soothed, climbing into bed next to him. “Today, I take care of you.”

He hummed in approval as I kissed his wrists, making sure there were no marks left behind and softly kissed his cheeks, before moving my mouth over his.

“I love you, Loki,” I murmured against his lips.

“I love you,” he whispered. “I’m yours, my love. Always yours.”

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Vulnerable (Into Submission, part 1)

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A/N: You all inspired me, so I wrote a thing. I'm brand new and I don't know what I'm doing.

Summary: You've tricked the God of Mischief into a compromising position, and he's a bit upset about it. But he's also lustful and curious, so he's going to go along with it for a bit.

Warnings: 18+. Minors DNI. Smut, angst. Domme reader. Sub!Loki. Sad Loki. No physical pain but Loki confronts some things. Did I miss anything? (Am I doing this right?)

You study the God sitting before you. He is seated on a high-backed stool, his long legs stretched out before him and crossed casually at the ankle. He is naked except for tight, black satin boxer shorts, his sculpted torso and thick, strong thighs exposed, his arms secured behind his back from elbow to wrist. 

He glares back at you, eyes smouldering in barely concealed rage. 

“What is the meaning of this, Agent?” He hisses. “I was under the impression that you brought me here to seduce me - not capture me.”

You laugh softly and enjoy the subsequent flicker of annoyance in his face. “Forgive me for the slight misdirection, sweet. I wanted to play with you a little, and I didn’t think you’d let me restrain you willingly.”

Almost imperceptibly, his body begins to relax at your words, but he continues to watch you intently, warily. You drink in the sight of him, the vulnerability of his position filling you with lust. 

You watch him force the sultry smirk back across his features. “I see,” he says coldly. “I don’t think I’m in the mood for games.”

You ignore his barb and step closer to him, the ring of your boots on the hard marble floor echoing around the otherwise empty chamber. You run the tips of your fingers across his collarbone and he exhales hard at your touch, his anger and humiliation at your trick beginning to evaporate. 

"Are you going to hurt me, Agent?" He quips, still smirking.

Your body purrs in response. "Do you want me to hurt you, Prince?"

"I…" He hesitates, momentarily surprised.

You move until you are directly behind him, placing your hands on his shoulders and leaning into his ear. For a moment you pause, instilled with power at the feel of the leather corset wrapped around your own body underneath your sweet little button-up dress. “Come on, Loki,” you laugh quietly, “play along - it will be fun,” you lie. Well, fun for me.

The sides of his mouth turn up in a small smirk. “I’m not sure I believe you, Agent," he says sceptically, turning his head to try to look you in the eye and raising an eyebrow. “But I am… intrigued. Show me what happens next in your little game.”

Except that this is no game, you think smugly. Give me just a little, and I will take EVERYTHING from you.

You begin to give in to the arousal in your body, letting lust guide you as you slowly move around his seated figure. Your fingers trace his perfect, pale skin, taut over his lean body, and gently draw back the loose, dark curls that have fallen over his face. Godsss, he is so vulnerable. You relish the power of the moment, willing yourself to be patient as heat rises in your core. Let it begin.

Standing before him, you begin to unbutton the cleavage of your little black dress, slowly revealing the hidden secret below. Strips of supple, black leather bound with brass O-rings form a harness that holds your ample breasts, crossing your waist in a garter belt and ending in a pair of thigh harnesses somewhere above your knees. Loki stares at you, open mouthed, a sharp intake of breath followed by a deep groan at the sight of you. You let the dress fall dramatically and step towards him.

His arms jolt as you approach him, forgetting the restraints binding his wrists as he tries to reach you. Anger flashes across his face again briefly, before his sexy smirk returns. 

“Are you having fun, darling?” You purr. He doesn’t respond, but he shifts his position on the stool - back straighter, legs bent at the knee, hips wide. You lean into him, pressing your hands into his muscular legs and letting your own thighs grind against his crotch, making him moan softly. Your leather-clad breasts are at his eye level, and he leans forward into you, inhaling deeply. You lean back just out of his reach; he makes the smallest whimper, and his eyes flutter closed for the briefest moment.

You lean into his neck and let your tongue brush his earlobe, making him gasp softly. “In that case, my sweet,” you murmur, “I ask a little something from you. A length of silk, please, as wide as your hand.”

His eyes narrow slightly, his mouth twitching, the intrigue and lust you have sparked overcoming his mistrust. Wordlessly, he conjures a long strip of soft, black cloth in the air above himself. It falls gently into his lap.

Willing participation, you think with satisfaction. Excellent.

You pick up the soft silk, sliding your hand along the swelling member between his legs as you do so. The sight of his godly cock pressing against his tight, black boxers makes your cunt pulse delightfully, and you take a steadying breath. He twitches at your touch as you deftly wrap the blindfold across his eyes and secure it behind his head, his agitation returning at this renewed feeling of vulnerability. 

“Agent-”, he growls warningly.

“Just a game,” you murmur again, moving your fingers to his perfect jawline. You find his pulse point and are thrilled to feel his heart racing. “If it is too much for you, Prince, you can tell me and we’ll stop.”

“You could not overpower me, even in this… Position,” he snaps back. “Believe me, Agent, when I want you to stop, I will stop you.”

I’m sure you think you will, you smile silently. But I believe you will be begging me to let you stay before the sun rises.

With his hands and eyes secure, you embrace the lustful feelings of control that fill you. Despite his protestations moments ago, he sits perfectly still as you feel your way across his perfect body, clearly enjoying your attention. “So beautiful,” you murmur, and he groans again as you surprise him with your tongue, leaving wet, open-mouthed kisses along his neck. Your cunt aches with need, arousal blooming at both the feel of his exquisite body, and at the sheer helplessness of his situation.

“I could, you know. Hurt you,” you say softly. “One does not need great strength to inflict great pain.” You viciously bite the soft skin, leaving small marks, and quiver with delight when he jumps in reaction. 

He half gasps, half groans a response, as you continue your wet onslaught up his neck. “What…ngaa, Gods, what do you want?”. You can hear him losing control, his composure slipping, his pride gone, and feel the slick, slippery mess pooling between your legs in response.

“You know what I want, King,” you spit back at him, the switch from gentle seductress to fierce domme taking both of you by surprise. Gods, he will be mine. “I want you to submit to me. To give yourself to me. I want you to kneel before me, your lithe, taut body shaking with need and lust and capitulation.”

“Ah - so you do want to hurt me,” he sneers, trying and failing to regain his haughty composure.

“No,” you correct him sternly. “At least, not pain as you know it.” Your hands and mouth continue to dance across his body, discovering his most sensitive places as he twitches, gasps and groans in response. You gaze longingly at his thick, hard cock, straining against its containment, eager to run your hands over it. But it mustn’t be rushed. 

“I have no interest in beating you into submission, pet,” you sing, your voice swelling again with your own lust and power. “I want you to hold all that strength - that power, that magnificence, that glory - I want you to feel like a King, and a God, and still not be able to stop yourself falling to your knees before me.”

You pause. “And I know you want it, too.”

He swallows. “How-”

“Because,” you interrupt him, “you are still here.” His breathing begins to grow tight and ragged in confusion and need. “You’re right, Prince,” you continue in a whisper, your voice as soft and supple as silk. “I cannot overpower you; I do not seek to conquer you with fear and pain. But as you so elegantly put it - if you did not want this, you would have stopped me.” 

At the last words, you finally place your hands on his desperate, needy cock. You run your fingers over the soft fabric, then peel back the waistband and free its mighty weight from its prison. “Ngaah,” - the moan slips softly from your lips, the sight and feel of the perfect, pink, velvety organ too much for your contained exterior. Your cunt pulses achingly, liquid desire almost flowing from you, soaking your panties and forming a slick between your thighs. Deftly, you lift a foot and use it to slide his underwear from his lap and to the floor. Naked. Exposed. Vulnerable. Perfect.

His needy whines continue to escalate as you wrap your fingers around his beautiful length. Finally, he gasps out a single word: “W..Why?”

You smile, thrilled at his acceptance. “Ah, darling, that I cannot know for sure. But I can make a guess.” Your fingers make a tunnel and you stroke his lovely cock, your free hand gently tugging at his scrotum. 

“Outside these walls, you are the God of Mischief; poised, powerful, charming.” You keep a slow, measured pace as you continue to pump and squeeze his cock, the rings of your body harness jingling. “But it is a heavy mask, is it not, pet?” Another needy, whiny, groan. 

“An elaborate illusion - just like the rest of you.” You lower your face slightly and run the flat of your tongue over the head of his cock. Smooth like satin, sweet like cream. 

“The all powerful Loki, the ultimate dichotomy,” you continue, letting a scornful tone take over your voice. “So certain of your own superiority, yet so plagued with doubt and self-loathing.

“So which is it, God? Are you the supreme being, ruler of worlds, wooer of hearts? Or are you no more than a cruel, selfish boy, pulling wings off flies just to watch them crawl?”

He groans again, and this time you hear the genuine pain in his voice as your words wash over him. “I… I don’t…”

“I see you, Loki.  I know the depths of unhappiness you feel. Hurt by everyone who was meant to love you. Desperate to be accepted as yourself. Always seeking more - power, greatness, glory - and yet never enough for the people who should have cherished you.” 

His breathing is coming in ragged sobs now - whether from ardent desire or from the truth of your words, you can’t tell. 

“But here,” you whisper, pressing your body into his, your lips to his ear. “Here, on your knees before me - you can put down your heavy crown.” Finally, you press your open mouth against his, your tongues dancing slowly. The soft blindfold over his eyes feels divine as it brushes your face. 

“Aaaah-ngaaAAh,” he moans loudly into your mouth. You feel his balls tighten as his large, hard body shakes in front of you.

“Let go, my sweet, scared rabbit. Put down your mask. Your ego. Step out of the swirling chaos of illusion and control, that howling wind of indecision and doubt.” Now. “Give yourself to me,” now, “- your heart, your mind, your body -” NOW, “and feel the joyful emptiness of submission.”

With the last word, his body convulses, thick white ropes of cum erupting from him and splattering over his chest and chin. He is openly sobbing now, his whole body wracked with emotion in the afterglow of orgasm. You gently let him go, and he slides from the chair to his knees before you, his forehead resting on the floor with his arms still awkwardly restrained behind him.

Quickly you move to remove the blindfold and to release the ropes around his arms. “Shhhhh, my pet,” you soothe, resting on your heels and raising his head to your lap. You stroke his beautiful raven locks, holding him as his sobs subside. “Sshhhh, my love. The worst is over, my sweet, perfect boy. You did so wonderfully. So beautifully.” 

He lifts his face to look at you, wide eyed and childlike in his reverence of you. His pupils are the deep colour of onyx in the soft light. When he speaks, his voice is soft, but steady.

“My… My Goddess,” he exhales. “My Deity. Please… Please, I… Please…” He trails off, not certain exactly what he is begging for.

You smile at him, full of pride and love. “You are safe here, beloved,” you reassure him. “You belong to me - your heart, your mind, your body - completely, wholly, always. You belong to me.”

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Continued in Part 2: Pain

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Smutty drabble idea: something with somnophilia, like Loki comes home from a mission or battle and finds Reader sprawled out naked in his bed asleep and it drives him wild

Ooo this one was fun cause I haven't written somnophilia before and only read like maybe 2 fics with it. Hope you enjoy!

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Relationship: Dom!Loki x Sub!Reader

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: 18+, somnophilia, Loki's POV

Loki keys in the password to your shared living quarters in Stark tower, wincing as he feels a tinge in his shoulder that had taken the brunt of a sonic blast last night. Loki scowls as he quietly enters your living room, thinking about how Stark had insisted his new shields would be impervious.

Idiot, Loki thinks to himself.

He enters the room quietly, glancing at the clock-2:30 am.The others insisted that he showered in the communal showers when they landed, under the assumption of possible exposures in the lab. Loki had huffed in response, grabbed some of Banner’s soaps, and headed to your private shower you shared. He needed to be back home- where you are. 

Loki silently steps towards the bathroom, already feeling relief to be in the space you shared. He runs the shower and steps in, feeling his tense, sore muscles begin to relax under the hot water. Loki gently soaps his body down and lathers his hair, his mind wandering.

Loki’s thoughts drift to the last 48 hours. A whirlwind of reconnaissance and the subsequent invasion of new Hydra labs. He proudly grins to himself with his eyes closed as he stands under the hot water, remembering flashes of green spread out amongst the crowds of henchmen. How thrilling it felt, feeling his power coursing through his veins. Loki feels his heart beating faster, the adrenaline still pumping in his system.

He had been told by Rogers not to kill anyone, but Loki had rightly ignored that order as he took the lab technician’s lives. He had been alive longer than the rest of the team- he knew there was no use for the sort of ilk that experimented on others. 

As Loki reminisces on how glorious the battle had been, his hand wanders to his cock, which is beginning to twitch. He begins to gently pump his hardening length while his thoughts drift to you, sleeping soundly in your shared bedroom.

There was something about you he couldn’t resist; like magnets, the two of you were drawn to each other. All it took was a giggle and a glance from you and Loki was ready to burn everything down just to be inside your welcoming cunt. 

You had always told him he could have you whenever he wanted- even when you were sleeping. He normally chose to wake you up… but tonight was different. As Loki dries himself off, his need feels even more pressing, a heat is building in his lower back. 

Loki softly steps into your bedroom, his eyes drawn to you peacefully passed out, wrapped in your sheets. His gaze slowly drifts down your body and he feels his cock twitch again, warmth spreading over his body as he hears himself breathing faster. 

His aching need to bury his cock inside your wet folds is unbearable, and he gently removes the sheets off of you and turns your pliable body on your back as he stands over you. Loki climbs onto the bed, his muscular thighs encasing your hips. His cock is flushed and he resists his urge to sink it in you immediately. He needs to make sure you are ready, because he’s not waking you up this time. 

You let out a soft whimper as he gently caresses your breasts with the tip of his finger, his eyes widen as he watches you respond to him. 

So beautiful…and always so willing under my touch.

Loki’s hand drifts to your core, a finger gently discovers your wetness in between your legs. His heart races as he touches your soft skin, fingers mingling in the sticky sensation.

Always wet and ready for me. 

Loki shudders as his skillful hands begin to massage your clit, and he works his finger inside of you.  His finger gently pumps inside, preparing you for his girth. You let out a quiet moan in your sleep, “Mmm Loki…”.

The sound of your voice floods his senses in the dark, his need to fit his thick cock into your tight hole overwhelms him as an intense heat from the base of his cock becomes too much to ignore. 

Loki withdraws his finger and lowers his large frame on top of yours, needing to be inside of you immediately. 

With ease, he pushes his cock slowly inside of you, holding back a moan as he closes his eyes tightly. Your warmth envelopes him, and Loki knows this is Valhalla. He restrains himself as he starts slowly and begins to pump himself inside. 

You begin to squirm, and he gently grabs your wrists with one hand, moving them above your head. Loki feels his cock twitch as your hips begin to buck gently against his as he rhythmically thrusts inside of you. 

Loki nuzzles in your neck, your scent driving him wilder as he increases his pace, trying to get deeper inside of you. 

“Ohhh..” you begin to shift and Loki watches as your eyes move under your lids, and he can tell you’re going to wake up at any moment.

Loki feels his breath hitch at the sight of you stirring, and his grips on your wrists get tighter. His panting is louder and he can feel his balls tighten against you as he continues to desperately chase his high in your warm cunt. He needs to come inside you, with your wet heat tightening around him. 

Your eyes slowly open to look up and see Loki above you, his hair fallen in a black curtain around his face. Your face is one of shock and then pleasure as you realize Loki’s taking you in your sleep. 

Loki feels the pressure building, cursing under his breath as he sees you’re awake. Your legs instinctively wrap around his hips, and he bottoms out inside of you.

“Ohh Norns…” Loki groans as he begins to fuck you deeper, grabbing tightly onto your hip and chasing his high. The moans coming out of you now are enough to send him over the edge. He pistons himself inside of you, and with a final hard thrust he feels the coil in his core snap, coming hard into your tender cunt. A shuddering wave of relief washes over him as he spills his seed inside of you while he moans your name. 

The air is filled with the two of you panting loudly, as Loki continues to gently thrust into you, savoring the moment. He releases your wrists, and begins to nuzzle in your hair, breathing in deeply. You feel like home to him.

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Don't Be Shy [Loki x Fem Reader]

A link to my (new) Masterlist is here. Summary: [Oneshot] You want him. He wants you. But he's shy, and for good reason. Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Smuttish. S*x starved Loki. Teasing. Dirty talk. (w/c 1.9k)

You had decided. Come what may, tonight was the night you were making your move. You glanced subtly towards the god of mischief sitting cross-legged on his own, lounging diagonally on a sofa at the far side of the common room. Garish balloons floated in the air on either side of where he sat, looking comically out of place in his self-imposed fortress of solitude. He curled a loose tendril of hair behind his ear before slowly licking a fingertip, gracefully turning the page of his book.

“You know what he’s like at parties.” Thor shouted through a slur, barely audible over the music and sporadic breaks of laughter all around you. Reluctantly, you turned to the blonde looming over your shoulder. “I know, but usually he reads at the bar at least.” you scoffed, taking a sip. Thor chuckled, shaking his head. “My brother likes you, you know. He’s just shy.” He narrowed his eyes, seeing your lips twitch in a smile. “Likes you.” he continued coyly, labouring the point as he wriggled his eyebrows “...if you know what I mean.” You rolled your eyes. “I think the mini-quiches know what you mean.” The god laughed, far harder than the joke deserved. The head of his beer sloshed over the side of the glass, hitting the floor by your feet. You saw Loki’s head rise out the corner of your eye, a disapproving frown etched deep on his face. Thor leant closer. “He’s waiting for you to come to him.”

“Is he, now?” you replied innocently. “Well then...I shouldn’t keep him waiting, should I?” Shooting Thor a wink, you began to sway towards the dark-haired god. The grooves on his forehead smoothed suspiciously quickly as he composed himself, blinking several times in swift succession. Clearly, he was flustered. The skirt of your skater dress swished around your thighs as you drew closer. Loki’s intentional avoidance of you, palpable. “Hi, Laufeyson.” you said cheerfully, plonking onto the sofa beside him. He grunted in greeting, scanning the words on the page at a steady pace. Tentatively, you reached and clasped the thick of the book, sliding it from his hand. You placed it on your lap, nestled amongst the folds of black satin. Loki’s hand remained in place, poised in the air. “How rude.” he said coldly, his eyes rising to meet yours with a wolf-like squint. You smiled, tilting your head. “So is reading at a birthday party. You should talk to people.” “I don’t like talking to people at these things. Everyone is so…” he grimaced, looking towards the crowd. The team hung off each other in various stages of inebriation, laughter and raucous shouting exploding every few seconds as hits of the 90’s played at full blast. Loki sighed. “I prefer it over here. It’s quieter. And the company, infinitely better.” You scooted closer, leaning towards him as you both stared at the jovial mass of your colleagues. The movement nudged against Loki’s thigh, making him flinch. “Even if I’m here?” you said innocently as you turned your face to his, batting your lashes. The god’s jaw twitched, his façade of bravado fading. He flicked his wrist, inspecting his nails. “Perhaps.” he purred, as you drank in the tantalising sight of his curled fingers. God, they were so long. Loki smirked, running a covetous gaze down your crossed legs and back to your face. “You look very pretty tonight.” he murmured politely, straightening against the sofa with an arm outstretched over the back. “Pretty?” you tutted, as you slid his book to the side. “That isn’t quite what I was going for.”

Loki’s brows slanted. “Oh? And what were you going for, exactly?” The deep pitch of his voice wavered as he rested a hand behind his head. He was nervous. You could see each controlled breath making his chest squeeze the buttons of his shirt; clinging on for dear life. The pulse point in his neck was thundering, a faint hue of pink just visible at the tip of his ear. “Fuckable.” you heard yourself purr.

Loki swallowed.

The fingers resting in his hair tightened, chin tilting upward as he inhaled sharply through his nose. “What are you doing?” he growled. Suspicious eroticism smouldered in his irises, cheekbones flashing in the low light. “I highly recommend that you choose your next words very carefully.” The thump of your heart was deafening as his stare lowered towards the hand creeping to his knee. “I think it’s time you tell me what you want, Loki…don't you?” you said quietly, fingers cupping the muscled curve. Both of you had been dancing around this for months. The flirting, the masked innuendos. And the touching...my god. The light brush of his hands on your waist as he made his presence known; a gravelled ‘excuse me’ whisping in your ear as he passed with a lingering smoulder. “Why don’t you tell me what I want?" he rumbled. "You seem to be very sure of yourself tonight.”

You and Loki’s legs were crossed towards each other, calves grazing as you shuffled closer. Your bare skin slipped against the luxurious fabric of his suit trousers, cologne filling your nostrils, wafting from the sliver of skin visible at the top buttons of his shirt. He smelled like expensive hotels and filthy, decadent deeds. Rich oak-smoked masculinity seeping into the primal centre of your brain.

“You want me, Laufeyson…” you murmured, beginning to lightly run a fingertip up his crossed leg. The material brushed your skin with the lightest touch. Just enough to make him tingle. Loki’s breath hitched, his hips jolting back into the cushioning.

“Don’t deny it.” you whispered. Loki’s frowned, before clearing his throat. He shuffled on the sofa, the uncrossing of his legs making your hand retreat. He cast a solemn glance to the dance-floor, before focusing back on you. “I had no plans on denying it.” he drawled haughtily, a slight tremble betraying simmering depths. “I’m just a little...taken aback.” “Shy, you mean?” you murmured playfully. “Do you want me to stop?” you said, inching away. Loki’s hand flew out, grabbing your wrist. His eyes were narrowed, brow creased. “No.” he growled, letting his legs widen slowly. You wondered if he knew he had done it. “Although, I am a little...out of practice-” he cut himself off, placing your hand back on his thigh. Automatically, you squeezed the muscle of his solid femur, making him groan quietly. “Out of practice?” you cooed, shuffling so that your back was turned to the crowd by the bar. “Has the great Loki Laufeyson not gotten laid in a while?”

A whimper slid past his lips as your hand moved higher, skating lightly up his thigh. Two inches forward, one inch back. Loki shook his head. “Purely... i-intentional, you understand…” he managed through erratic breaths. You nodded sagely. “Of course.” you teased, enjoying Loki’s deepening scowl. You could see the fabric around his crotch tightening beneath the flashing lights, thick creases appearing around his hip where his cock was hardening beneath your delicate touch. The god’s smouldering eyes were filled with shameless fantasies, pupils wide with desire as you inched higher. He thrust upward lightly, a hiss filling the air between you as he grit his teeth. The swell of your cleavage heaved directly in his line of sight as your lips grazed his cheek. “Do you masturbate to me, Loki?” you whispered, a thrill rushing through your blood as you pulled back, watching his reaction.

He paused, his mouth hardening in a thin line. The god studied the curve of your knowing smile before nodding twice. Slowly. He kept his chin low on the second as your fingers trailed over the rock hard column straining against his hip. Loki let out a juddering sigh, abdominals clenching visibly beneath his perfectly fitted shirt. You drew closer once more, letting your moist lips brush against the angle of his jaw. “Do you fuck yourself to the thought of me in your empty bed, being your little plaything?” “Gods…” Loki gasped quietly, his legs trembling with the effort of resistance. You smiled. “Or maybe you would be my plaything. Would you like that?” You slid your hand up his chest, turning his face towards yours. “I bet we could teach each other so many things, Loki of Asgard.” you hummed seductively, biting your lip. “And I bet you look so fucking good on your back, palming yourself as you moan my name. Don't you?” Loki’s brows knitted together, twitching. “I can only imagine the dirty ways you've had me with that perfect cock of yours…” you groaned in his ear a final time, hearing him whimper quietly in response. “-How do you know it’s p-perfect?” he grunted, an attempt at humour in his increasingly desperate state. You laughed softly, rubbing your palm firmly up the seemingly endless shaft bound beneath the cotton. “Call it, intuition.” you murmured, pausing to suck his earlobe between your teeth.

Loki groaned again, louder this time. “Shhh…” you hushed, fighting to contain your glee. He whipped his head round, his hand flying to yours resting teasingly on his pulsing cock. Dark curls framed his exquisite face, those bottomless eyes searching yours as he looked for any hint of insincerity. His breaths short. “Truly, I would not wish to give you false hope of satisfaction. It really has been a whil-” His almond eyes widened as you pressed a finger to his lips. They were moist with breath hot with desire, the condensation of his desperation. “I’ll take care of you, Loki…” you said slowly, walking the fingers of your other hand up his flat stomach. "Don't worry about that." Every word felt like syrup, each one more laboured than the last as wet arousal slid in your panties. “I just... really...need to fuck you tonight. Does that sound like a good idea?”

Loki nodded again, eyes darkening. You slid the fingertip resting on his cupid’s bow down, grazing over his jawline as you pressed your chest to his, leaning forward to claim him with a kiss. Finally. His lips parted, gazing up at you with beautiful desperation, head resting on the back of the sofa. His submission, imminent.

“Not here.” he choked suddenly before your lips met, raising his head to eye the buzzing crowd with suspicion. “Are you ashamed of me?” you jibed with a coy smile, pawing at the next button on his shirt before spreading your palm against his chest. He was so fucking hard. “Far from it, Agent-” he growled, embers of the Loki you knew from the battlefield lighting the air around you like stars. He ground his teeth together, a low exhale making the thick vein in his neck stand erect as he leant forward. Loki’s nose traced the line of your cheekbone, exhaling sluttishly in your ear with a licentious moan. “I fear that if I were to kiss you now, I would not be able to restrain myself.” You inhaled against his skin, feeling him shudder with shameless need as his murky spiced cologne wafted hot in your nostrils. “Let’s take this party upstairs then, shall we?” you smouldered, feeling him shiver again beneath the graze of your lips.

Companion oneshot Delayed Gratification - Smut.

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[slytherinmischief]

His Godly Big Hands

Story written by; @aesonmae, and @anukulee

        From the moment y/n had come home, it had been clear it had been a long day. As she nearly collapsed on the couch upon entrance to their shared apartment. Only rousing from her spot upon hearing the familiar sound of chopping coming from the kitchen, to see the familiar sight of Loki, his black hair tied up into a neat man bun, as he was cutting some vegetables, for that night's dinner, which looked to be soup. A sight she was very much pleased to see, only making the apartment even more welcoming. Given the long day she had just had, yet despite this he still do things like this for her especially on every long day. Something that one wouldn't expect from Loki to do, especially for a mere midgardian, yet here y/n found herself being the one just lucky enough to be loved by him. As on long days such as today, he would take care of her, sometimes he would shower her himself, feed her, and eventually he would lay down with her head on his chest just listening about her day until they drift off.

        She had gotten so distracted by the precise movement of his hand's that she had nearly forgotten he was even there. Despite his clear gaze on here. Eye drinking her in as they always did, for him, she was his one and only goddess, one to be worshiped, especially on days such as this. Yet despite this his remark still startled her.  “Do I?.. I really don’t understand what could be attractive about hands” Loki said, with a slight pause in his godly voice, alongside a small smile itching from his features, and if he wasn't so attractive she swore she would punch him. Alas he was, so rather then do this, she allowed him to continue to speak, even responding to him. 

        “Well, it’s a big hand, tall slender fingers, with neat nails, that’s the definition of perfection", she said, trying her best to piece together what exactly she found alluring about his hands. Yet most of it coming out in small stutters, despite her long term relationship with him. 

        These words only seemed to further encourage him, as the once small smile that he had now grew into more of a smirk. "Ooh, attractive hmm," Loki remarked with a pause, before continuing. "And do you like it," he asked, now setting down his knives, once he finished scrapping the vegetables into the pot and leaving them to simmer. Slowly he began to make his way towards her, with every step he took, she took once back. Until finally her  back now was to the kitchen island, his hand's finding their way to both of her sides, trapping her against the island.

        “Yes…you know very well what it does,” she stuttered meekly trying to hold the eye contact.

        This only seemed to further her boyfriend's smirk, as his eyes once soft and full of love began to cloud, now  piercing into hers, while still full of love were laced with lust.

        It was at moments like this, that she found him to be magnificent. To her everything about him was perfect, from head to toe. As she was reminded of moments, when he would have his head on her chest, with her ever pounding heart beating as he said, the words she always died for; ”I would die for you sweetling, I would do anything for you my princess. You are my goddess, and I will worship you for the rest of my ever lasting life, yet still it won’t be enough."

        Moments that she would often reflect on, as she wondered, where and how did she find him? How did she get so lucky, or at least lucky enough to nail someone as reclusive as Loki? She was only pulled back to reality when Loki tugged her hair gently yet firmly, to this she grasped softly. As his voice seemed to drop even further, going so far as to create a warm halo around her, yet a very sexy one. To her, his voice was like a symphony, always soothing, yet so hot at the same time. His next words only proving that very point, as he continued to leave touches on her. "Do you like it when my tall slender fingers do this?”

        “What do you think," she asked, her voice almost whimpering, especially from those touches he was giving her. 

        “Oh dear, don’t answer my question with a question you know that I don’t like it pet."

        “I do like that, yes,” y/n stuttered, words starting to become jumbled with every touch he gave her. Until finally his hands began to linger lower and lower, until he was cupping her ass.

        “And do you like it when my big hands do this," he asked, giving her ass a firm squeeze. Slowly she nodded in the best way she could, trying to stop the ever beating pace of her heart, slowly tilting her head forward.

        In response to this, he tugged more, almost massacring her ass beneath his hands, all while gazing fiercely into her eyes. “Use your words, sweetling," he insisted, smirk still etched upon his face, clearly enjoying the torment he was giving her.

        "Yes," she barely allow to grasp from her lips, as she continued to feel the effects of his hands on her. 

        To this he smile at her, for usually she was such a strong, fierce, and one of the most stubborn people he knew. She being the very definition of I can do it. Yet at moments like this, he was reminded of her other side, as only he could make her into this puddle. A puddle that he loved, for as much as he knew she loved to be in control, despite her very nature at the moment. As she found herself surrendering completely to him, as always. Leaving him was so torn between whether to continue tormenting her, or show her how much he loved by bringing his bewitching strong woman into a fiercely loving kiss. For at moments like this even he could find it hard to choose, through no matter what he choose he knew this was only the beginning. 

        Yet rather then deny her, he couldn't seem to want to anything, but kiss her sweet lips because how could a person avoid such a divine lips? To him it was almost like asking how could a person avoid such divine temptation. Thus with this thought in mind, he kissed her. A loving strong kiss full of nothing, but intense emotions laced with love, passion, devotion, pleasure, and amorous.

        For it was at moments such as this that he was reminded how love sick he was for her. Slowly he let go of her ass, in order to put his hands on her small back, bringing her closer to him. For he would never get enough of her, especially like this. All of it being made better when she moaned into his mouth causing him to he stop kissing her for a second just to allow them to breathe. His voice lowering to the volume of a seductive whisper, almost as if he was about to graze it near her ear. "I would never get enough of kissing you, for you are divine in every way," he declared with a content sigh. 

        To this she smiled, and even teared up a bit. She would never get used to this. With him always calling her such a sweet loving words, yet every time she couldn’t help but tear up each time. For her entire life, and even through out this relationship she wondered how could a person love her this way? She was never loved this way before. As with words like this he was quickly becoming her whole world. Slowly she cupped his face, as she proceeded to peck his lips multiple times.

        A small smile of his own grazed his face, his eyes full of loving. "As much as I would love to do nothing but kiss you, you are tired and need to eat, so why don't you shower, while i finish our dinner?”

        To this she let out a clearly disappointing sigh, wanting far more then a few passionate kisses exchanged. "Awww, you are such a sweet boy for me aren't you?"

        Rather then protest like most men would he instead matched her smirk, for just as she was his sweet goddess, he was her sweet boy. She kissed his cheeks one by one and proceeded to go to the bathroom. Through not without him giving her a gentle smack on his ass, on her way. As she busied herself with her shower, he was managing to do whatever he could to get the food done, and even prepare their table. Yet the moment she walked into the kitchen towel hugging her figure, he couldn't help but say something more.

        "Can we make a little change to the routine today?"

        "Oh and what that might be," she asked, as slowly a blush began to cloud her godly boyfriend's face.

        "I want to make love to you, and I was wondering if during it you could tell all about your day?"

        "I was going to do that anyways," she remarked, a little confused by what he meant.

        "I meant saying of this while I am worshiping you. Is that okay, my goddess" he asked his usual confident voice stuttering while doing so, yet rather then discourage this she did something else. 

        To this, she laughed a sweet laugh at him, her own smile started to appear on her face. “Yes, of course we can my god," she said, before bringing him into a kiss, as soon that towel ended up on the floor, and those big hands were put to much use. After all what was her life without his big hands?

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[justasecretwriter]

Nearly Four (Loki x Reader)

Title | Nearly Four

Summary | Loki wakes reader up for sex. That's it. That's the fic.

Pairings | Loki Laufeyson

Genre | Smut

Story Warnings | Dubious Consent, Cock Warming, Sex, Slight Dom/Sub Themes, Mention of Safe Word (from the past)

Author's Note | I've thought of this for a while and finally decided to just give it a go.

Words | 954 (Drabble)

"Baby, baby wake up."

I grumbled unintelligibly and he squeezed me tighter against him.

"Y/N," He whined, rutting against me and forcing his erection into my back.

"I'm horny." He whispered, nuzzling into my hair.

"You're always horny." I complained. "What time is it?"

I still hadn't rolled over but felt Loki roll to look at the clock.

"Nearly four,"

"Go back to sleep." I groaned.

He sat up, pushing me onto my back slowly and pressing kisses into my neck and collarbone.

"You do not have to do anything. Just lie there and be a good girl for me, hmm?"

I finally opened my eyes to look at him and fuck. He looked regal as he hovered over me. His hair was a mess and he was covered in a thin coat of sweat. His neck and chest were flushed red; he was utterly desperate.

"You pick the worst times." I mumbled, but didn't stop him when he guided his hands to my underwear and slowly peeled it off.

He knew I was okay with this. Loki and I had been over my boundaries constantly and I'd repeatedly told him I was fine with being taken in my sleep. If I wanted him to stop, all I would have to do was say our safe word, but I'd only ever had to once.

I felt his dick tapping against my pussy and sucked in a deep breath, preparing for his harsh thrust. He was always rough, but I didn't dare complain when I loved it too much.

To my surprise, he eased himself in slowly, letting out a low, broken moan as he did. Resting his head in the crook of my neck, Loki kissed my throat gently.

"You feel divine," He whispered, but otherwise didn't move. "You're exactly what I needed."

I whimpered, wiggling my hips for some friction. I felt so full, but he wasn't moving. It was beyond infuriating.

"No, no," He mumbled. "Just keep my warm, you can go back to sleep."

"Loki," I whined, and felt him smile. "You're not being fair."

"Oh, I'm not being fair? Quite the opposite darling, you are the unfair one. Honestly, how can you dress like this and snuggle so close and expect me not to maul you?"

He tugged at my skimpy nightgown and I whimpered again. He knew how his words affected me so he moved his hips just the slightest.

I moaned, throwing my head back.

"Loki, please."

"Hmm, I don't know… You've been teasing me and that's not very nice, is it baby?"

Already sick and tired of his game, I rolled over him in a smooth motion, making his eyes widened. Hadn't he been the one to wake me whining about sex?

"You wanted sex so bad," I groaned, putting my palms on his chest. "You're gonna get it until you simply can't take it anymore."

He shrank back, whining and letting a pout take over his face.

I started bouncing slowly, testing the waters, and he moaned brokenly while throwing his head back and grabbing my hips.

"Oh darling, please."

"Aww," I laughed. "What's the matter?"

He tried forcing me to go faster but even with his bruise inducing grip, I kept my pace slow and steady.

"More!" He cried, gasping and whining.

"But I thought you didn't need it? Thought you just needed to be kept warm?"

"I changed my mind." He panted.

I went just the smallest bit faster knowing fully it wasn't nearly enough to finish him off or have any real fun.

"Y/N! Please!" Tears pricked the corners of his eyes as he gasped and panted, moaning.

"You're so pretty when you cry for me."

"Baby!"

I started going faster, moaning and scratching his chest. If he kept whining like that I wouldn't last long.

He cried out again, wrapping his arms around my waist and sitting up, pulling me to his chest. He started thrusting to meet my hips and I bit down into his neck.

"Norns, do it again." He whispered. "Please baby,"

"Begging is a beautiful color on you." I whispered, biting his ear and then his neck, sucking dark spots into the skin.

He whimpered and I felt the knot growing in the pit of my belly. I started going faster and he did too, scratching my back as I grabbed his hair.

"Are you gonna cum for me?" I asked, and his only answer was a frantic nod and broken gasps.

After a few thrusts, his mouth opened in a silent scream and he thrusted into me hard enough to force me over the edge. I felt him spilling into me but I could only really focus on how good I felt, nearly shaking from it.

When I finally came to, he was laying back and panting with his eyes closed. I dragged a nail down his chest and he smiled, not opening his eyes.

"I should wake you more often."

"If you dare cut into my beauty sleep, I will cut your balls off."

He laughed loudly, rolling us both over while remaining inside me. He spooned me gently.

"Keep me warm?"

I nodded and he kissed my ear, staying inside me for as long as he liked.

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[mushr00ml0rd]

~Pillow Prince~ pt 2/4

[Sub!Loki x Reader]

Other parts:

Pt 1

Pt 3

Pt 4

Loki was really close to finishing, a small amount of his cum leaked into your pussy as he moaned and closed his eyes. You look down at him and smirk just before you both hear a knock on the door,“Loki? Is everything alright in there?” Thor’s strong but muffled voice was heard through the door. You and Loki slowly make eye contact and then look over at the unlocked door, “oh shit-“ you say quickly getting up. Thor knocked again, worried and impatient “Answer me! Is y/n in there with you?” You and Loki both panicked. Blankets flew as Loki tried to cover his naked form. "Just a second! please just one moment!" he motioned for you to hide as well and you slowly slid under the blanket and in between his legs with a smirk on your lips. "Not there..." he sighed and whimpered quietly as you slid your hand up the inner part of his thigh, his breath hitched as your lips met his skin while you kissed up his thigh. Thor entered the dark room, the scent of sweat and sex lingering a bit "Loki?" he looked around before his eyes met Loki's. Loki struggled to keep his composure and keep his tone level as his cheeks took on a bright red hue. "Y-yes?" your fingertips traced along his length and he bit his lip, trying his best to keep quiet. Thor raised an eyebrow and slightly tilted his head at Loki "I heard some loud noise coming from your bedroom and wanted to check to see if you were alright" Loki swallowed hard trying to seem like his normal self in front of Thor "M-mhm everything is fineee" Your lips met the tip of his dick and he bit his lip once again letting out a quiet moan. "Thor.. p-please leave I'm very tired" Loki wasn't exactly lying, he was tired but all he could think about right now was his length deep inside you once again; He wanted nothing more than to fill you with his warm seed at last. You took his cock into your mouth and moved your tongue around the tip "Oh fuck..~" Loki whispered under his heavy breath and you smirked slightly, taking more of him "You're sure you're alright?" Thor was hesitant to leave and still stood by the open door, a very small amount of light leaking into the room. Not enough for him to see the small movements underneath the dark green blanket covering you and your prince but enough for him to see the look on Loki's face as he did his best to be quiet for you. "You're being such a good boy for me~" You whispered for only him to hear as he let out a whimper "I-I'm sure" a nervous smile crept onto Loki's lips; he desperately didn't want to disappoint his queen by drawing attention to the things she was doing to him under the blanket. "Okay then" Thor slowly backed up to leave the room "Sleep well" he smiled softly and left, closing the door behind him with a slight shake of his head as it closed "Loki, Loki" he chuckled to himself "always had terrible sleeping habits" Thor walked back to his room to go back to bed. Loki let out a sigh of relief as Thor's footsteps faded down the golden hall. He whimpered and lifted the blanket and your lust filled eyes met his before you pulled him into a deep and passionate kiss. He squirmed eagerly underneath you, his dick was painfully hard now; your teasing didn't help at all. He let out a moan and a curse under his breath as you kissed down his neck, his hands tangled in your hair as he pushed your face deeper into his neck. "Oh yes..~ Fuck me.. please..~" His desperation showed in his tone and his body language, his legs were already spread for you and his body longed to be used by you. You smiled at him and softly hummed to yourself for a moment "Hmm.. you did do so well earlier, i guess you do deserve a reward after all the time you've waited~" The look in his eyes was all you needed from him, his desperate pleading puppy dog eyes that looked over every inch of your beautiful body. "Y-yes p-please..~" you got off of him and smirked, walking over to the large closet in the corner of his bedroom. "I have a few ideas on how to reward you~"

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