#dom!loki x you

[mochie85]

Laced Intentions

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Summary: You try to seduce your new lover with lingerie that he can't resist. Pairing: Loki x Female Reader Word Count: 3.2K Warnings: SoftDom!Loki, jealous Loki, hand works, slight degradation, rough seggs, lots of thrusting, fluff, happy ending (as always). A/N: Thor, Steve, and Bucky make a brief appearance. This fic was inspired by a TikTok I saw by Delacruz Collections. Check out their store. Or their TikTok. GIF of the actual set after fic. Dividers: @firefly-graphics

You needed to hurry. Loki had texted you saying he would be home soon, and you had to finish getting all the little straps tightened and make sure that everything was secured. Tonight was going to be the night.

You and Loki had just started this relationship and have yet to do anything more than heavy petting and heated make-out sessions. You knew it was because he was cautious around you. He was scared that he didn’t know his own strength. He could get lost in the moment and unknowingly hurt you.

You told him that it was ok. You trusted him. You knew he wouldn’t hurt you purposely. Even so, you wouldn’t mind it being a little rough. Especially if he was the one commanding you and your body. But he wouldn’t relent.

You’ve seen the way he looks at you. The way his eyes devour every inch of your body. Licking his lips and rubbing his neck. You knew he ached for you. Just as much as you craved him.

He said so himself one night, as you straddled his lean frame and pushed him down on your bed. You had his hard dick in your hand, stroking him up and down, as you rubbed it against your needy clit. The pulsing veins on his hard cock kissing your wet lips, tantalizing your release. “…f-fuck…don’t stop, pet,” he panted. His eyes rolled back as his head sunk further into the pillow.  

“Baby…I need you inside me,” you whimpered as you continued to stroke him closer and closer to his release.

“Oh, gods! I want nothing more than to be inside you,” he said, his eyes closed from the exquisite torture you were giving him. He didn’t see you line yourself up over him. His leaking tip, red from need, eagerly crying to be inside you.

But Loki was quick. In an instant, he pinned you down on the bed before you could sink yourself onto his throbbing length. Both of your hands were suspended above your head in one of his strong grips. He continued to grind himself against you, making you cry out his name.

“Ah, ah, ah. Naughty little thing. I told you we can’t.”

“But you said-” he kissed you fiercely, making you forget the rest of your words as he expertly made you cum from his grinding alone.

You sighed at the memory.  Loki is such a passionate lover hiding underneath false notions of your fragility. You rolled your eyes at your many attempts to seduce him and convince him that you are not as fragile as he thinks you are. You can take whatever he wants to give you. And God did you wish he would give it all to you!

So when you first saw this lingerie masterpiece of sex and eroticism, you were left speechless. You clenched your thighs just imagining what Loki would do to you when he saw you in it. Green satin straps and ribbons were constructed and held together by gold hooks and clasps. The garter and cuffs were attached by a dainty gold chain, leading back to a central choker on your neck. Each strand was decorated with small baubles of crystal that sparkled under the light, connecting all the pieces to you. You only hoped that the links would survive his rough hands. It was rather pretty and you’d hate to see it broken.

You looked at yourself one last time in the mirror before you heard the latch of the front door. He was finally home! You put on your silk robe, leaving it untied so he can see a peek of what was underneath, and you walked out of your bedroom.

The clack of your heels echoed in the hallway, announcing your arrival. The first person you spotted was Loki. His eyes met yours and then traveled down your body in the most ravenous way possible. The beer he was about to put against his lips, forgotten. As were the words in his mouth. You stood at the threshold, surprised to see that Loki wasn’t alone. It was only now you registered the other voices and laughter you heard only seconds too late.

The room went quiet as you noted the other people in the kitchen. Steve, Bucky, and Thor, each with their own pizza box in front of them, had gone quiet. Watching you in shock. You were thankful you had put on your robe, at least, even though it was still open. Everyone could see what you were wearing underneath.

Oh fuck, you thought. Well, there’s no point hiding now. Smiling with fake bravado, you greeted Loki home. “Welcome home, handsome,” you said giving Loki a chaste kiss on his lips. “I didn’t know we were having company over. I’ll go change.” You smiled and turned to walk away.

“Hi, Y/N.”

“Gentlemen,” you smiled and nodded.

“Bye Y/N.” The trio said in unison as you walked back into the bedroom to change.

Brief silence overtook the room as the men’s eyes darted between a stunned Loki and where you escaped to. “Listen, if you don’t go in there right now…” Steve pointed to your bedroom. “I will personally take Bucky’s arm off and beat you with it!” Steve threatened.

“Or, you know…I could go in there.” Bucky offered, earning a snarl from Loki’s lips.

“Leave! Now!” Loki ordered.

“Right. See ya tomorrow,” Steve said with a casual salute.

“Pfft! Knowing my brother, he will most likely take all night, and all day tomorrow too.” Thor laughed as he gathered his pizza box and a six-pack of beer.

Bucky just laughed, punching Loki in the shoulder. “Let’s go to Sam’s. That guy doesn’t have a sex life.” He said to the others.

Loki stood there, still trying to process what he saw, as each man clapped his shoulder in parting. The creak and latch of the front door closing brought Loki back to his present mind.

He stalked down the hallway, following the subtle hint of your perfume. He inhaled deeply, your scent driving him mad.

The first thing he saw when he opened the bedroom door was your robe, discarded on the bed. He followed your gentle humming into the closet where you stood looking through your sundresses. Loki quietly walked in, blocking your escape. He noted your skin, radiant and perfect, complimenting the shiny satin of the straps holding you together. Loki’s eyes followed the gold chain that dripped from your neck down to the garters and matching cuffs they hooked onto.

“That was quite a show parading into the room like that,” he said in your ear. His whispered breath tickled you, making you shiver.

“I didn’t know we would have company. Let me just pick a dress and I’ll join you shortly.”

“Will you continue to wear this underneath?” he teased, knowing full well that everyone had already left. His breath fanned the side of your face. His fingers ghosted over the ribbons, tracing them down your hips.

You craved his touch, patiently waiting for him to connect to your body. “Touch me, please” you prayed.

“Oh, and why should I give in to your requests, kitten? You’ve been awfully naughty.” His hands continued to eclipse your body. You could feel the heat from his palms traveling up and down, tracing the many straps and where they lead to. You closed your eyes at the sensation. The anticipation. Loki was a master at building you up.

“I…I didn’t know…this was only meant for you,” you whined.

“I think you did know,” Loki scoffed. “I think you wanted to make me jealous.” His voice got deeper. More dangerous. “So jealous that I would have to claim you. Is that what you want, darling? For me to claim you in front of the others? So desperate to have my cock inside you that you would parade yourself in this seductive little number so that I might take action. You should’ve seen the way Barnes was looking at you.”

“Loki, I-”

“Hands up.” He commanded and you obeyed quickly, holding on to the bar that hung all your clothes. Loki kicked your heels apart, spreading you open, and making you bend at the waist. He placed himself behind you.  His palm spanked you on your right side making you scream out and moan. It didn’t hurt. It never hurt with Loki.

“You were so brazen. Only I get to see you like this. Do you understand?” he charged as you heard the buckle of his belt loosen, the zipper of his pants being opened. He grabbed your hair gently and pulled you back to him.

“I was only trying to surprise you. I didn’t know they would be here!” you moaned as you fought hard not to bite your lip. His fingers finally caress the pulse point of your neck, trailing down to the valley of your breast. His hands got caught in the chains and you can hear the soft clink of them breaking in his grasp.

He cupped your sex, making you mewl to his touch. “This is mine, and mine alone!”

“Yours…” you sighed.

“Again!” he said dipping his agile fingers inside you.

“Yours…sir,” you said barely above a whisper. Loki closed his eyes, savoring your submission.

“Oh, you are sinful!” Loki said, his resolve breaking. “I try to be good. I try to protect you from me. But you seem hell-bent on breaking me don’t you, kitten?” His lips crashed into yours. He sucked on your lower lip as his fingers continued to work your clit.

You pushed back against him, feeling his hard erection against your back. “Please…Loki…sir.”

Loki grunted in defeat. He took a deep breath and looked straight into your eyes.  “If we do this, kitten, I can’t promise that I’ll be gentle. I’m scared I won’t be able to stop once I have you. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You can never hurt me, Loki.” You tried to shine your love through, showcasing how much trust you had for him.

He turned you to face him, capturing your lips in a strong but zealous kiss. He spoke in between teeth and tongue, your breath mingling with his, “If it gets too much, tell me.”

“It won’t be too much,” you tried to reassure him.

“You will tell me!” he growled, backing you out of the closet and into your bedroom.

“I’ll tell you. I promise,” you assured, looking deep into his ocean eyes.

“Good!” With that one word, he picked you up by your upper things and carried you towards the bed. You wrapped your legs around his waist as his fingers toyed with the garters gripping your thighs.

“This is beautiful, kitten,” he breathed. His cock struggling in between your pressed bodies. His teeth found purchase on the skin of your shoulder. “All wrapped up for me like a little present.” He threw you, almost carelessly, on the bed. You preened at how easily he was able to manhandle you. How effortlessly he was able to manipulate your body. You watched him take his shirt off, exposing the hard planes of his abs. The definition of his lean muscle guiding your eyes down to his exposed cock.

You felt the bed dip when he knelt in front of you. He pumped himself, once. Twice, before he teased your entrance with his stiff girth. “Loki, please. Don’t tease me.”

“Like the way you teased me with this?” he pinched the gusset of your thong and let it go, snapping the fabric on your overstimulated folds. It stung with painful pleasure as you cried out. He pushed the gusset to the side as he eased himself inside you. First, his massive tip, pulling it in and out. Teasing you relentlessly of what’s to come. Then, inch by inch, he sheathed himself inside you. Filling your walls.

Loki lost his sanity. To finally be inside you. Inside your warmth and your passion. To be surrounded by your scent and your moans, he couldn’t handle it and he was slowly going feral with each inch he fed your eager cunt. When he bottomed out, you cried as his pelvic bone rutted against your sensitive nub.

“You feel so good, pet. Better than I had ever imagined,” he said breathlessly as he started thrusting. His fingers curved around your supple thighs, bruising marks of purple and blue. You couldn’t think. You couldn’t breathe. Each gasp of air only fueled your desire for him even more. He felt so good.

So. Damn. Good.

With each stroke he would take his tip to your entrance, stretching you, and then push back inside. Loki filled you like no one has done before, and most likely never will.

“Awe, my poor darling-” thrust. “What’s the matter?” thrust. “Have I rendered you speechless?” thrust. “I thought this was what you wanted?” You nodded your head, whimpering like an untouched virgin.  He spread his thighs further apart on the bed, pushing your knees closer to your chest, to receive him deeper. He held your shoulders down, your body sinking into the silken mattress, keeping you immobile and unable to escape the onslaught of his hard cock.

“You’re going to be good for me, right kitten? You’re going to take all of me in.” He commanded, his voice barely above a whimper. Loki was going to lose it soon and he knew it. You felt so good around him. All it would take was a few more strong thrusts and he would scream out your name to the heavens.

With his new position over you, he started diving faster. More aggressive. He pushed himself further inside you. Down to his hilt, sheathing himself inside your heated folds. “Loki!” you yelled out. You grabbed hold of his arms, your nails digging into his skin leaving half-moon marks. You squeezed his cock tighter, and you were rewarded with the deepest, most beautiful, feral sound coming from his lips.

“Ah- fuck! That’s it pet, squeeze me. Gods, you feel so good. I might just have to leave myself inside you.   -heh- Would you like that, kitten?” thrust. “Want to be my cock warmer?” thrust. “Keep me cozy all night?” thrust.

You simply nodded your head. You knew Loki asked you a question, but you couldn’t make sense of anything right now besides the feel of his hard length stretching you open, over and over again.

“I asked you a question, darling,” he said grabbing your chin and squeezing your lips to pout. “I made you into a little cock-slut haven’t I?” thrust. “Can’t seem to think at all can you?” thrust.

“…Loki…” you called out with each slam of his hips.

“That’s all right. As long as it’s my name you’re calling out. My name that you’re begging for.” Loki looked down at you. Your skin was aglow from the beads of sweat and pleasure. Your hair was a crown above you tangled in a mess. And your lips had captured one of his fingers still holding onto your chin, sucking it down to the webbing of his hand.

With a pop, he took his finger out of your mouth and drew it down your neck, leaving a cold trail on your heated skin. “I’ll have use of those talents later, my dear.” Loki laid his weight on top of you, caging your head in between his arms. His sweet lips sucked hard on your salted skin leaving you crying out for more. Your hands were left clawing his back as he grunted and moaned into your ear.

“I…I…can’t…Loki…youfeel…m’soclose…” you were incoherent. You couldn’t think. You couldn’t talk. The only thing on your mind was his name. “…Loki…”

“Cum for me, kitten. Cum with me,” he growled in your ear. Your whole body tightened up. You dug your nails deep into his back and screamed your release as he slammed himself down on you hard. He grunted his pleasure in your ear, releasing a savage growl that shook your body beneath him. The euphoric wave wouldn’t stop. Loki remained still, but you could feel him throbbing inside you, coating your walls, sending you spiraling into delirious bliss.

He remained on top of you, unable and unwilling to move away from your exquisite sex. The first thing you felt after coming down from your high was Loki’s soft lips on your neck. You turned and captured them with your own, pulling his weight further down onto you.

“Are you all right, darling.” He whispered tentatively. “Did I hurt you at all?”

“Wh-what do you mean? I feel so good, baby. You feel so good!” you said smiling.

“Was I too rough? I must’ve been. I can see my marks all over your neck.” Loki lifted himself off you and he found your lingerie shredded and clawed to pieces around your sheets. “Oh, darling. I’m so sorry. I don’t know what came over me. I was worried this would happen. I didn’t mean to hurt you…” Loki started rambling.

“Hey, hey, hey.” You tried to quiet him down. “Loki, look at me! I’m not hurt. I feel wonderful.” You held his worried face in your hands and soothed his hair out of place. “Did you enjoy it?” you asked, and he nodded his head. He laid next to you, spooning you.

“Every second. Every thrust,” he said, burying his nose in your hair. “I just want to stay wrapped in your warmth forever. I don’t know why we waited so long.” You laughed at his admission. You lay there in his embrace, replaying the sinful moment in your head. Smiles on both your faces as you stole kisses from each other.

Until you remembered something. “Come on. The guys are probably sick of waiting for us,” you said trying to get out of bed.

“They left a while ago,” he finally confessed. Loki aggressively pulled you back onto the bed and into his arms. “I told them to leave as soon as you walked back in here to change,” he declared, straddling over you, pinning you back down on the bed.

“I’m afraid you’ve unleashed something in me, dear,” he said as he took one of your discarded ribbons and tied both your hands up with it. “Now, I did say that I was going to see to that mouth of yours, didn’t I?”

“Does Loki know you have a key to his apartment?” Bucky asked Thor.

“Of course he does. He’s my brother. He’s the one that gave me this key.” Thor said trying to act nonchalant.

“Come on guys. Grab the beer, and let’s go. I don’t want to miss the game.” Steve tried to hurry them. Thor opened the doors and all three men walked in looking for the forgotten twelve-pack that was left on the counter.

“Oh, Loki! Oh, fu-baby don’t stop. Don’t stop! Yes. Yes. YES!”

The three men paused hearing you scream from your bedroom. Steve blushed a strawberry red and walked right out the door.

“I just learned my lesson! Never come here uninvited.” Thor said shaking his head. He pocketed his key and followed Steve.

“Lucky bastard!” Bucky chuckled as he grabbed the beer and locked the door.

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[wheredafandomat]

Business

Slight mob!Loki x female reader

18+ | contains smut

“Loki, when are you coming back to bed?” You asked, pouting as you fastened your short silk robe, stepping into Loki’s study.

“I’m just sorting through a few things dearest, soon.” Loki answered, glancing up at you before doing a double take, noticing your attire.

“Hi Thor.” You smiled, greeting Loki’s brother.

“Y/n.” He replied, swallowing thickly before his eyes quickly ran up your exposed legs.

“Are these things anything I can help with?” You offered.

“Come here.” Loki gestured, tapping his knee. Walking further into the room, you made your way to Loki, sitting on his lap as you looked down at the papers sprawled out over the desk. “The aim is to go from here” Loki began, placing his finger on a map “to here unnoticed.” He finished, pointing to the final destination.

“Hmm, unnoticed?” You hummed, wracking your brain.

“Yeah.” He nodded, kissing your neck.

“Dress as delivery men and use a delivery truck.” You suggested.

“That’s too obvious, sweet.” Loki answered.

“Then garbage men then, no one is going to check a garbage truck.” You shrugged.

“And where would we get this garbage truck?” Thor queried, you and Loki both glancing up at him.

“Loki has contacts everywhere.”

“Yes brother,” Loki smirked, “I’ve got contacts everywhere.”

“So that’s sorted then” you clapped, looking back at Loki as he wrapped his arm tighter around you “can we go back to bed now?”

“I’m afraid there’s still something else.” Loki sighed.

“Fine” you huffed, breaking out of Loki’s grip as you stood “I guess I’m going to have to just take care of myself then.” You announced, walking out of the room, both sets of Odinson eyes on you as you did so. “Goodnight Thor.” You spoke, touching his arm as you passed him.

Watching you for a few moments, Loki couldn’t help but stand up, following after you.

“This won’t take a minute” Loki lied, speaking to Thor “sit down, make yourself at home.” He called, leaving the room. Heading up the stairs, Loki was quick to catch up with you, leaving you yelping as he wrapped his arms around you from behind, practically carrying you to the bedroom.

“I said I’d be with you in a moment, couldn’t you have just given me that?” Loki spoke firmly.

“No.” You giggled.

“Right, bend over that bed.” He ordered.

You were quick to make your way to the bed, standing at the end of it before leaning over it, balancing on your forearms. Loki stood behind you, one arm snaking around your body to undo your robe. The thin material slipped off of your body, leaving you bare for Loki as he ran two of his fingers through your folds.

“Already so wet.” He noted lowly, fingers circling your clit slowly.

“I was getting ready for you.” You grinned.

“Yeah?” He smiled coyly.

“Mhmm.” You hummed.

“Good girl, getting it nice and wet for daddy.” Loki praised, the sound of his belt unbuckling ringing in your ear before you felt him pressing his soft, thick member against you. “What do you want me to do?” He questioned, gripping his length and gently moving it through your slick folds.

“You know what I want you to do.” You answered, impatiently moving your hips backwards.

“Say it” Loki commanded, pressing the tip of his length to your entrance “say it.” He uttered.

“I want you to fuck me.” You almost whined.

“That’s a good girl.” He smirked, pressing himself into you.

“Lokii.” You mewled as he buried himself inside of you, every inch of him filling you before he pulled out. “Fuck.” You moaned as he gripped your hips tightly, thrusting inside of you again, harder this time, more purposefully.

“Such a tight little thing.” He lauded, one of his hands lifting and landing on your ass hard as you moaned louder.

“Fuckk Lokii.” You gasped, his balls hitting your clit as he continued thrusting in and out of you.

“Shh, we have a guest, remember.” He chuckled darkly.

“Lokii.” You panted, Loki hitting that perfect soft spot with each calculated stroke. “Feels so good.” You moaned lewdly as he grabbed your hand, guiding it to your clit prompting you to rub it.

“Quiet.” He instructed, loosening his tie before practically shoving it into your mouth in the hopes of silencing you but knowing it’d just arouse you further. You humored him, gagging on it as he continued fucking you. Your face was almost buried into the bed as you tried to remain balanced on one of your forearms.

Downstairs, Thor repositioned himself, crossing his legs as he heard what sounded like Loki spanking you. He tried to busy himself looking through the map on the table but it was useless.

“Are you going to be a dear and cum for me so I can continue discussing business? Hmm?” Loki asked, thrusts quickening. Unable to reply, you clenched your walls around him. “Good girl.” He smiled before pounding into you, unable to conceal his own groaning. Feeling your walls thrumming around him, Loki tore the tie out of your mouth.

“Fuck!” You exclaimed, pleasure consuming you “m’ cumming.”

“Love, you’re soaking me.” Loki spoke, clearly amused as he slowed his pace, guiding you through your high.

“I-I’ll clean you up.”

“And how are you going to do that?” He questioned, still inside you. Reaching behind you, you tried to push him backwards. Realising what you were doing, Loki pulled out of you. Turning around to face him, you went onto your knees before gripping his hard, length, moist from your arousal. You moved your hand up and down it, Loki relaxing against your touch as you massaged his sensitive member. Opening your mouth, you guided him inside it, flicking the tip with your tongue as it entered. Hands on his hips, Loki closed his eyes as you gagged on his cock, hollowing your cheeks around it as you sucked on it. Unable to control himself, his hips involuntarily thrusted forwards, chasing your mouth as you circled the tip with your tongue.

“Are you going to let me cum on those pretty tits?” Loki cooed, feeling his orgasm approaching. Nodding, you replaced your mouth with your hand, fisting him to completion before he came, coating your breasts with his warm seed.

“My good good girl.” He praised, pulling you into a long kiss as if he just wanted to taste himself against you. “Go and grab me some clean trousers.” He spoke, breaking the kiss and slapping your ass as you turned around towards the wardrobe. “Thank you.” He added, taking his current ones off before putting the clean ones on. “Now, I’m going back downstairs and I’ll be back once I’m finished. You stay up here.”

“And what would you do if I came downstairs?” You questioned teasingly.

“I’d have to punish you.” He smirked.

“Don’t threaten me with a good time.” You giggled.

“Right, where were we?” Loki spoke, entering his study again.

“I—um—I need to leave.” Thor stuttered, almost sprinting out of the room.

This is the Thor that was in the study alone 🤣

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[michelleleewise]

Sinful Desires..

Pairing: Loki x female reader

Warnings: unintended voyeurism, smut, mutual pining, smut with plot,, NSFW, 18+, p in v smut, unprotected sex, rough sex, dirty talk (whore..etc.), language, swearing, mentions of alcohol, tiny bit of angst, anxiety, Dom loki,

Summary: you had pined for Loki for some time, accepting that it was a dream, when an accidental encounter brings new revelations...

Dividers by: @firefly-graphics

A/n- this literally just popped in my head, no idea why but I had to get it out....haha

You stood at the far side of the bar looking out at everyone mingling. Another week, another stark party and everyone who was anyone was there. And everyone was with someone, well everyone except you. Your closest relationships were with a pint of ice cream and your favorite toy. You sighed waving the bartender over ordering another drink when Bucky came up next to you "Hey doll, why you over here alone?" He asked waving at his date, a tall beautiful brunette waiting on the dancefloor. "Because...James....as surprising as it may be I'm not in high demand." You shrugged downing your drink.

"I beg to differ, I believe a certain broody God was excited you were coming." He smiled making you look at him. "Oh, you mean him.." you trailed off pointing to the dancefloor, seeing Loki grinding on some blonde with big boobs and a barely there dress. "Oh, well maybe..." he started when you put your hand up "it's fine, I know it was never going to happen, I mean look at me." You sighed looking down. "Well I see a beautiful woman in need of a good roll in the sack." He said winking "charming as always Barnes." You laughed nudging him. "Give him time, he'll come around." He said nudging you back. "What, once he makes it through the female population of New york, or the country?" You snarked.

You looked to the dancefloor again seeing Loki had left with his date and decided to call it. "Y/n, seriously he..." he started "go have fun bucky, I'm going to bed. I'll see you tomorrow." You said "alright, night doll." He said hugging you. You made your way through the crowd walking down the hall towards the elevators when you heard a faint moan come from one of the offices. You furrowed your eyebrows looking around seeing you were alone as you quietly made your way further, freezing when you peaked through the glass of the conference room. You wanted to close your eyes, run away and pretend you hadn't seen anything but you couldn't look away as Loki lifted the woman up onto the table, his hands roaming her sides to her back unzipping her dress.

You felt your cheeks flush as his tongue dove into her mouth as he pulled her dress down her arms roughly. You quickly glanced around to make sure you were alone again before turning back to what was happening just beyond the glass. You watched as the woman threw her head back, gripping his long hair in her hand as he kissed her neck, seeing him bite down making her moan. He stood back up, wrapping his large hand around her throat pushing her down exposing her to him as you watched him unbuckle his belt. You felt a slickness between your thighs, your arousal growing stronger as he man handled her to where he wanted her.

You licked your lips, rubbing your thighs together wondering what it would feel like to be her. To have his strong fingers laced around your throat, to hear his moans of ecstasy for you. You watched him hook her legs around his waist, pulling her towards him when she cried out arching her back off the table. "God, he must be huge..," you whispered to yourself when he began to thrust into her, jolting her up the table making her scream. He leaned over her, grabbing her wrists with one hand, his hips snapping into her when he tilted his head up, his eyes meeting yours through the glass making you shiver. One of his eyebrows arched as a smirk spread across his face, seeming to slam into her harder as you watched.

He stood back up, flipping her over kicking her legs apart, the whole time not breaking eye contact with you as he took her over the table, holding her head down as he thrust into her. You heard her scream his name, pulling you out of your trance you took a step back seeing him smile wider. You cleared your throat before putting your head down and quickly making your way to the elevator, slamming the button hoping he wouldn't come out looking for you. "Why did you do that?" You asked yourself hitting the button again as the doors opened letting you in when you heard the conference room door open "shit..." you said hitting the button for your floor, the doors closing just as Loki stepped out adjusting his suit winking at you. You leaned against the wall sighing, feeling the wetness in your panties "Well, cold shower tonight I guess." You said making your way to your room.

Monday rolled around and much to your disappointment the world hadnt ended so you had to go to work. It had been two weeks since your incident with Loki in the conference room and luckily you hadn't seen him, deciding avoiding him entirely was the best choice. Luckily being PR director your office was for from where the hero's usually spent their time, you just had to make sure he wasn't around before venturing out. You unlocked your office setting your bag down when Tony knocked "Hey kid, we're having a fundraiser this Friday so we're gonna need to get the word out." He smiled from the door. "Ok Tony, I'll make a few phone calls." You said sitting down behind your desk.

"Oh, we're also going to be announcing horns as an official member of the team." He said looking around your office. "Horns..." you said furrowing your eyebrows "yeah....Rudolph." He said simply still confusing you "you know, laufeyson." He said making horns on his forehead. "Oh?.." you stuttered clearing your throat. "Yeah, so your probably gonna need to meet with him and tell him how to behave in front of the cameras, want me to get him?" He asked "no!...no, I'll meet with him later." You rushed out sipping your coffee "ooook...well then I'll leave you to it." He said slowly backing out of your office. You sighed laying your head on your desk "whyyyy." You groaned hearing another knock, looking up seeing Bucky.

"Hey, you ok?" He asked sitting down "make yourself at home." You snarked sipping your coffee. "I see no roll in the sack for you." He murmured when you glared at him. "What do you want james?" You asked "Well I hadn't seen you around since the party so I wanted to check on you." He smiled. "How kind of you, I'm fine. Now if you don't mind..." you said waving to the door "ok ok, I'll go, but you have to have lunch with me." He said getting up "if I say yes you'll go?" You asked looking up at him seeing him smile "fine...I'll meet you downstairs." You said as he walked out shutting your door. You sat back in your chair with a huff, your crush on Loki was one thing but you weren't sure how you were supposed to even look him in the eye now let alone talk to him. You ran your hand down your face picking up the phone getting on with work.

You gathered your papers from the table as everyone filed out. You internally fist bumped yourself having finalized the plans for the event the next day, a week of endless phone calls and emails finally over. You leaned over stretching across the table grabbing a file when you heard the door click shut "now that is a view I could get used to." You heard sending a chill down your spine. Quickly straightening up you turned seeing Loki leaned against the door, arms crossed as his eyes traveled up and down you. "L...loki..what can i do for you?" You stuttered seeing him smirk "that my dear is a very loaded question." He said strolling towards you, the deep timber of his voice making your knees weak.

"Stark told me you needed to speak with me..." he trailed off, running one of his long fingers along the table as he strode closer "but....you my dear....have been avoiding me." He said, continuing to advance on you. "Well, I've been busy with..." you trailed off, the rest of the words escaping you as he stepped into your space, looming over you. "How busy are you now?" He asked, running a finger under the collar of your button up leaning closer "do you think you could...fit me in?" He purred looking into your eyes. "I...um yes I think..." you stuttered clearing your throat seeing him smile. "Where do you want me...y/n?" He breathed, his eyes dropping to your lips and back. You felt as if you would implode at any second at his vicinity. You took a deep breath, smelling his mix of cologne and old leather making your head fuzzy.

"A..anywhere you like." You said looking into his eyes, trying not to buckle under his gaze seeing him raise an eyebrow "good to know." He smiled as your cheeks grew warm at his comments. "So, Tony wants to announce you to the public, so I need to teach you how to...behave in front of the cameras." You said hearing him chuckle "I am certian there is alot you could....teach me." He said his eyes traveling down your body again, his hip leaning against the table. "I do have one question before we begin." He said holding a finger up. "Y..yes.." you said "did you enjoy the show?" He asked smirking again feeling your heart race. "Loki, I didn't mean to.." you started when he pushed off the table advancing on you again as you backed up.

"Did you enjoy how I held her down....taking what I wanted?" He asked stalking closer "I'm sorry...I shouldn't have.." you stuttered bumping into a chair stepping around it "the way I bent her to my will...dominated her.." he said, pushing the chair aside undeterred "or perhaps..." he trailed off as your back hit the wall, pressing yourself to it as he towered over you, his long fingers reaching up brushing against your neck "you wished to be her..." he breathed, gently wrapping his fingers around your throat, hearing your breath hitch. "L..loki..." you breathed, your eyes meeting his "confess your sins darling....your God is listening." He purred leaning closer, his breath fanning your cheek. "I...umm you..." you stuttered, feeling his long fingers ghost over your neck to your ear, gently pulling on your earring.

You cleared your throat looking down as he leaned forward, his curls tickling your cheek as he tilted his head "do not try to lie to me...I will know." He whispered in your ear when you felt his lips against your neck. He leaned back slightly as you turned your head, your nose nudging his as his lips ghosted over yours. "Y..yes...i...wish I was her..." you breathed against his lips looking into his eyes, the green barely visible as his pupils dilated. "You are not the only one." He whispered back gently pressing his lips to yours, pulling back testing your reaction "fuck it.." you breathed, fisting the front of his shirt you pulled him down to you, sliding your tongue past his parted lips as your other hand dove into his hair tugging it, his moan traveling straight to your core.

You felt his hands travel down yours sides to your thighs, lifting you to his height as he pressed you back into the wall. Wrapping your thighs tight around him you bit down on his lower lip earning another moan as you both pulled back panting. Kissing along his jaw you licked the shell of his ear feeling him shiver "fuck me Loki...like you fucked her." You whispered in his ear before biting his earlobe "aah..as you wish.." he growled pulling you away from the wall taking you to the table in the middle of the room, throwing a chair aside as he sat you down, his lips engulphing yours. You reached out pulling his shirt out of his pants running your hands along his exposed skin feeling him shiver as you pulled his hips to you.

He pulled back, sucking on your lip as he grabbed your shirt, untucking it from your skirt "I need to feel you.." he panted unbuttoning the top bottom when you leaned forward biting his pulse point digging your nails into his skin "mmm....y/n..." he growled grabbing your shirt ripping it open, buttons flying across the room as you gasped at the cold air hitting your exposed skin "no bra hmm...you are naughty.." he purred wrapping his long fingers around your neck, squeezing gently as he pushed you back, the cold wood of the table making you shiver. "Gorgeous.." he breathed as he leaned over you, his warm tongue swirling your nipple as he free hand massaged your other breast, the pad of his thumb rubbing circles over nipple. You arched your chest up into him wrapping your legs around his hips. "L..loki...please...." you panted feeling like you might explode any second.

"I...I need to feel you..." you groaned, rocking your hips into him. He stood up keeping his hand on your throat looking down at you "don't worry darling...I'll make you feel good." He breathed reaching down unbuckleing his belt. He squeezed your throat before letting go, his hands sliding your skirt up, pulling your panties down you looked down as he put them in his pocket smiling at you. He reached down unbuttoning his pants pulling them down enough to free himself, your eyes widening at the size of him "is it what you imagined.." he purred, slowly stroking himself watching you. You licked you lips looking up at him "no...it's better." You panted as he lined himself up, feeling his tip genlty pressing into you.

"Are you ready darling?" He growled gripping your hips "God yes....please..." you groaned, laying back as he pulled you to him hard, burying his cock in you to the hilt making you cry out. "Gooodss....your so....fucking tight..." growled digging his fingers into your hips. "Loki...ahh move...please!" You cried out trying to rock your hips in his iron grip. "You wish to be fucked like a common whore?" He groaned, leaning over grabbing yours wrists in one large hand pinning them above your head "y.yes! Please..." you breathed "so be it." He growled, pulling his hips back slamming back into you jolting you up the table. "Aahh...fuck..." you yelled digging your nails into your palms as he set an unforgiving pace, thrusting into relentlessly as his free hand held you in place under him.

"Mmm fuck...your pussy is heaven..." he moaned "is this what you want...aaahhh what you fantasized when you watched me that night..." he groaned, bucking his hips hard into you "the way I have fantasized about you." He panted releasing your wrists he leaned back, hooking his arms under your knees, his large hands spread across your thighs pulling you to him "aahh god...fuck...." you cried out, feeling every nerve in your body firing at once, your walls tightening around him feeling every inch of him. "Fuck y/n....say my name.." he growled snapping his hips hard "l..loki.." you panted gripping the end of the table "AGAIN!" He growled sternly "LOKI!." You yelled as he pulled out, flipping you over roughly, the cold wood on your nipples making you has gasp as he kicked your feet apart thrusting back into you.

He gripped your hair, pulling your back to his chest, his arm snaking around your middle holding you to him as he used you like a common harlot. "I have dreamed of this..." he panted in your ear "every moan...every whimper..." he groaned, bucking into you hard as you braced yourself against the table "every...one...was...you." he growled biting into your shoulder making you scream "i...Loki...I'm gonna..." you cried out, feeling the coil in your stomach tighten, your walls clenching around him "c..aahhh come y/n...I fucking need to feel you..." he gritted as your orgasm washed over you, screaming his name as you came hard digging your nails into the table. You felt him twitch inside you, his hips stuttering, he groaned slamming into you holding himself there as he came, coating your walls yelling your name.

He slowly released your hair, guiding you down to the table pressing his forehead to your back as you both came down. "You...darling...are fucking perfect." He panted slowly standing up, gently pulling out of you he pulled your skirt down grabbing your arm he helped you stand up, your knees buckling as he pulled you to him, smiling down at you "im afraid I may have broken you." He laughed tucking your hair behind your ear. You looked up into his eyes, searching them "are you alright darling?" He asked furrowing his eyebrows. "D..did you...mean it?" You asked still looking at him, seeing his expression soften "yes, I did. You have haunted my thoughts for some time now." He smiled "but, the others..." you trailed off looking down "were meaningless...i...I never thought that I would have the honor of calling you mine." He said cupping your cheek.

"Well, you can...if you want." You said looking back up at him seeing him smile. "I would love nothing more." He said, placing a gentle kiss on your lips. "Well I should probably..." you cleared your throat, getting your feet under you when he gripped you tighter "oh...I'm not done with you yet...my little minx." He purred, a smirk spreading across his face feeling your cheeks heat up. "I plan to take you in all the ways I have imagined." He whispered leaning down "it is going to be a very long night." He said against your lips. Closing your eyes you felt a tingle flow through you, opening them seeing you were in Loki's room. "Shall we begin?" He asked sliding your shirt down your arms "y..yes..." you breathed, excitement running through you of what was to come....

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[thekatfuzz]

Shadow of a Doubt (Preview)

So how about that episode 2 huh?? 👀 when I saw Loki using his shadow magic for the first time in the trailer even before the episode released I knew I had to write a fic about it. So here 'tis!

Pairing: Loki x TVA Hunter Reader

Warnings: eventual smut, shadow magic, use of restraints, slight non-con, slight dark!Loki. **contains slight spoilers for Season 2.**

Rating: M

London, 1977

Night in the city never slept. It wasn't a stressful or rushed state of being awake, but it was rather just alive and existing. The distant sound of sirens from a fire truck nearby, some honking cars here and there, and the distant music and chatter of people on the phone or couples talking to each other walking past you. The ambiance and the world around you seemed distant and unimportant in comparison to your important mission--compromise Variant L1130-- also known as Loki Laufeyson.

You've seen him before, at the TVA and in files that you read. He thought he was the God of Mischief or something. At least thats what Mobius said. You didnt know what he saw in Loki. Mobius has always been interested in such strange things.

Of course, the Variant was mysterious--and not to mention, quite handsome. The mugshot on his file depicted a good-looking man with chiseled cheekbones and raven black hair. Sure, you thought he was good looking, and you wouldnt kick him out of bed if you found him there, but of course you wouldnt go out actively wanting to sleep with a rouge Variant--no matter how hot they were.

You had your assignment. And you had your warnings. Loki's file had mentioned his use of magic and illusions and the image of big, impact text on the file flashed through your head:

"IF CONFRONTED, PROCEED WITH CAUTION."

But you weren't worried. You were in disguise anyway. Your Tempad and pruning stick tucked away cleverly and your determination on display. You've dealt with hundreds of so-called perilous Variants before, how different could this one be?

You got to a shadowed intersection and you looked around. It seemed quieter here. Flickering streetlights lit the slick cobblestone streets as low footsteps and indistinct chatter could be heard. A few people could be seen walking here and there a distance away, but there wasn't much here. All of a sudden, you could have sworn you saw a person appear out pf nowhere out of the corner of your eye. You would have usually just shrugged off as your eyes playing tricks on you in the dimly lit street and kept walking, but something didnt feel right.

The air felt colder and it felt like the sounds of the world were even more further away now as a chill ran up your spine. You felt alone but at the same time, like you were being watched. You looked around frantically, not even knowing what you were looking for. Your hand went quickly to where you hid your pruning stuck, ready to fight or fly.

Suddenly a shadow caught the corner of your eye on the wall. You turned to face it, but it was gone.

What the hell?

Your breathing became faster and you leapt into action, running away. You barely made it a few feet until you felt your arm be tugged backwards, halting you. You shot your head back to see who was holding you back, fully ready to fight back--only to see in surprised confusion that there was no one holding your wrist. It was like a ghost was gripping your arm with invisible fingers but very real strength.

It took you longer than it should have to notice the towering shadow on the wall. It was definitely a human, a male probably, holding your arm. It was like the shadow, somehow, was restraining you.

"What the...." you whispered aloud.

You tried to wriggle free and managed to for a few seconds, until you felt another similar invisible hand grip your other wrist. The next thing you knew you were pinned with your back against the stone wall, looking out at the end of the alleyway where light poured in through a rectangular opening.

Heart thundering and mind racing, you extended your neck a bit in front of you and looked up at the wall you were held against. Two large shadows this time. They looked the same, each holding your arms out to the side like you were shackled to the hard stone wall.

Then, you saw it. First from one shadow, than the other-- a set of sharp, curving horns began to grow out of the black shadows' heads. You watched in surprise as the horns began to bloom and didnt even notice the man striding towards you, eyes glowing an otherworldly green.

"Well, well..." purred the voice, in a velvety English accent. "What have we here?"

Loki.

The infamous Variant stepped out the shadows in a very elegant suit with a white ruff in his chest and a neat bow tie. His hair was slicked black and his hands were clasped behind his back. He sauntered over to you, smirking. Looking like a spider who had just caught a decadent fly in its web.

He waved his hand again, and your clothes changed as your breath hitched. Your disguise melted away to reveal your black TVA hunter armor. You gritted your teeth. This was annoying, but this wouldnt stop you. So what he knew you were from the TVA. He would be incarcerated there soon enough.

You jerked and struggled against the shadow bonds as Loki chuckled.

"Don't bother, darling." He mused. "Shadow magic--quite useful, actually. Very hard to break out of it's grip."

"Loki Laufeyson--" You said, hoping your voice carried more confidence and certainty than you felt. "You are under arrest by the Time Variance Authority for crimes of sabotaging the Sacred Timeline."

He raised an eyebrow. "Am I?" He said in mock surprise. He looked around. "So I've been told before."

He stepped closer to you, his features sharp in the dim light. "Go on then hunter, arrest me." He put out his wrists in an exaggerated act of surrender. He paused a moment then looked back up at you. "Oh dear, but you can't though, can you? You seem to be a little...incapacitated, darling."

"Don't call me that." You spat, blood boiling. Maybe you wouldnt even take him back to the TVA--maybe you would just give yourself the satisfaction of pruning him right here and now.

He looked taken aback.

"Trust me Variant, when I'm free--"

"I'll be sorry?" Loki said, sounding bored. "Yes, yes. Heard it all before. You hunters are so cute when you try to threaten me."

He stepped closer yet again to your restrained body, closing the space between you. You could nearly feel his breath on your face now as he looked down at you with his piercing green gaze.

Your heart hammered in your throat, loud enough that you hoped he couldn't hear.

"Do you know who I am?" He asked, running a finger down your cheek, making you shudder.

Your face flushed, praying he couldnt see it in the darkness.

"Of course I do." You choked out. "You're a villain. A Variant. A threat to Time itself." You stabbed. Loki smirked.

"Am I?" He said, amused. "You seem to have such strong opinions about me. Did they warn you about me, Variant? About how dangerous and horrible I can be?"

"I'm not afraid of you." You said boldly. "I haven't even seen you do anything more than your silly shadow puppets and your outfit-changing trick."

"Oh." Loki growled. He came even closer to you and grabbed your chin, his chest pressing you against the hard brick wall behind you. Your wrists felt cold and ached from the restraining phantom hands.

"Well..." Loki said, lifting your head up forcefully. He lowered his voice to a growl, and locked his gaze with yours. "Perhaps I've just been waiting for a moment like this, so I can do terrible, awful things to you."

#tom hiddleston #loki #hehe >:3 #loki x reader #loki x you #tva #loki series #loki season 2 #loki spoilers #marvel #fic #loki smut #loki lemon #dom!loki #dark!loki

[lokisbiiiitch1993]

Y and Z of your dirty Loki alphabet 💚

Dirty Loki A-Z Masterlist

Not for Minors 🚫🔞❌

Y - Yes, Master (what kinds of names are used during sex? do they like being called master / mistress, daddy, etc...? what names do they call their partner?)

Uhh I love my King ,my God , Mischief,Sir ,my Prince - I am sure he would enjoy that

Not sure if he likes being called Daddy because of his obvious Daddy Issues

I imagine him demanding :

"Darling,kneel for your King "

"Spread your legs, for your God"

"Look at your King"

"Beg for it - beg for your King"

"Don't come until I say you can "

I like the Idea of Loki calling Reader a Good Girl , Darling,My Love,My Queen,my Dear,my Lady ,my Princess ,Dove ,Pet

Loki praising you :

"Darling, you are taking me so well "

"You know how to make your God feel good "

"My Love, you have no idea how much you turn me on "

"Pet,those are pretty sounds ,I want to hear more"

"Dove , you beg so prettily, how could I ever refuse"

"Darling,so wet for me already? "

Z - Zones (what are their erogenous zones? what spots on their body should be touched, bitten, kissed, when someone wants to get them in the mood?)

Besides the obvious one - I would say his Neck , Earlobe and Nipples

I enjoy the thought of teasing him , kissing , licking, biting, caressing at those spots getting him turned on

and Loki warning you - groaning :

"Careful,my Love"

"Keep that up Darling and I have to punish you"

"Let me finish what you started"

Nsfw Masterlist

Main Masterlist

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[chocolatechipkiki]

Say My Name

Loki x Fem!Reader

W/C: 3,113

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭 (𝐨𝐛𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲), 𝐏𝐢𝐧𝐕 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐬, 𝐝𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠, "𝐬𝐞𝐱 𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜" (𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲)

𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: 𝘼𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙖 𝙞𝙣 𝙖 𝙗𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙥𝙧𝙖𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙇𝙤𝙠𝙞 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙛𝙚𝙬 𝙙𝙖𝙮𝙨, 𝙖𝙨𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙗𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙨𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙛𝙪𝙡𝙛𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜. 𝙉𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙞𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙨, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙨𝙤𝙤𝙣 𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙥𝙧𝙖𝙮𝙚𝙧𝙨…

Soapy water splashes across your hands as you swirl the blue sponge around the dirty plate. Your hips sway to the beat of the song playing in your headphones, and you sing along to the lyrics quietly as you continue washing the last of the dishes. Surprisingly enough, chore time is one of your favorite parts of the day, because you get to dance around and sing and get into such a groove that you forget that you're even doing chores. 

Once you place the last dish into the dishwasher, you start it up and bring the damp sponge around your countertops, scraping away any remaining crumbs from making your dinner earlier. You continue jamming out to your music as you grab the broom and pretend to use it as a microphone, swinging your head from side to side and acting as if you're performing in front of an audience.

You giggle to yourself as you sweep your kitchen, finally finishing the last of your cleaning routine. Your heart beats a little faster as you realize what that means - bedtime! Your favorite part of your day.

Your friends would poke fun at how much you enjoyed going to bed. They would tease the idea of why you enjoyed it so much with big imaginations, which would always succeed in bringing a blush to your cheeks. They may have been joking but they were always spot on as to why you wanted to go to bed.

It meant personal time. You time. 

You first noticed how much you needed release at the end of your days when you were still younger and curious. Then, you were still ashamed of yourself for wanting it, but now you embraced it. Your fantasies ranged from lighthearted, vanilla reveries with random people you found attractive throughout your day to sultry, erotic daydreams with people you shouldn't think of like that. 

But recently you had come across an idea from a book you were reading in your free time. It spoke of rituals performed by ancient civilizations to enhance sex. Your interest piqued and you had taken to the internet to learn more. Much to your surprise, the world had a lot to offer you in the knowledge of sex magic - and you had become particularly fond of one god in particular to pray to during your little sessions. 

The first time you whispered his name while your hands roamed your body, you hadn't felt much different. Nothing seemed to change, and your release was more or less the same. The second time revealed the same outcome. So had the third.

But it was the fourth time, when your hands trailed down to your core slowly, leaving goosebumps in their wake, that you had whispered his name and felt a rush of excitement flow through you that you'd never felt before. It was like your senses had been dialed past sensitive, and every single thing you felt became more noticeable - the bedsheets beneath you, the cool air surrounding you, the change in your breath as your fingers finally grazed your folds. You had also sworn you felt something brush your ear that night while you moaned his name out to your ceiling, but you didn't know if it was just your heightened senses making your hair more noticeable or if something - or someone - was there. But when you had opened your eyes to investigate, your room was exactly how it was when you had started - empty.

Now, you try to calm your excitement as you wander to your bathroom, washing your face and brushing your teeth so you can go straight to sleep once you finish. You close your bedroom door behind you afterwards, and begin to strip your clothes, barely able to conceal your excitement anymore. You light one of your candlesticks and then use it to light the others around your room. Then you slide onto your bed and focus your breathing down to a slow, rhythmic pace. 

You imagine the god you were praying to for the past few nights in your head. His tall, chiseled body towering over you. His strong hands caressing your soft skin. His blue eyes staring down into yours with lustful mischief. Once you have a strong vision, you begin your prayer.

"Loki..." you whisper, sliding your hands up your thighs slowly, imagining them being his own. "Please, bless me with your presence tonight..." Your hands reach your stomach, twisting and continuing up to your breasts, flicking your nipples with slight urgency as your excitement builds. "I beg you, Loki, make me feel... amazing..." 

For a moment, nothing happens, and you wonder if maybe your last night was nothing more than a fluke. You could have just been on the right day of your cycle, or eaten something in particular that heightened your arousal. 

Disheartened, you huff. Surely you could still find release without the same feelings as the night before? It wouldn't exactly be hard, you've been doing this for years. You decide to revel in the fantasy of Loki being here anyways, and after a few moments, your fingers are swirling perfect circles around your clit with urgency. You know how to get yourself there - you learned very quickly what did and didn't feel great. You say his name, calling out to your ceiling in the dim lighting. But for some reason, you can't. Quite. Get. There.

After your third time of getting oh so close but losing the building feeling quickly, something like a desperate whine leaves your lips. 

"Oh, it burns you, does it not?" a deep voice asks from your bedside. Your hands flinch up from your needy core and your eyes shoot open, landing on a tall, shadowed man standing beside your bed with a smirk upon his lips.

You should be screaming. Slipping out of your bed and making a run for your phone that you stupidly left in the bathroom in your eagerness. Asking him who he was. How he got in your apartment. Anything. But for some reason, you feel absolutely frozen, staring up into blue eyes that seem almost... familiar.

"L-Loki?" you whisper, and the shadow lets out a low chuckle. 

"So she speaks," he says. He stalks around your bed now with his hands clasped behind his back, eyes roaming your still-naked body out and on display in the candlelight. You self consciously press your thighs together, which brings another chuckle from Loki, now on the opposite side of your bed. "Nervous, are we?" he asks, reaching out and brushing a strand of your hair from your face. You flinch at the contact - not because of fear, but because it almost felt like lightning shot through your skin where he touched you. 

"W-Wha-" you begin, wanting to ask what he could possibly be doing in your room, of all places. You hadn't even known he was real, let alone that he could hear prayers. But he cuts you off by pressing his finger to your lips and shushing you gently.

"Oh, starlight, you've got so many questions running through that pretty little head of yours," he says. "Need not worry yourself with those now. We both know it doesn't matter."

Your brows furrow together at his comment, causing him to straighten his back, retreating from you and narrowing his eyes. "Oh, so you choose to feign innocence in the wake of my presence?" he asks. Your unwavering expression of confusion makes him smirk again. He walks away from your bed and to one of your bookshelves. He pulls out a particularly pretty-covered one, tracing the title slowly with his long index finger. "You've been wanting me to show up, darling. That's why you pray to me, each night when you plunge your fingers into that tight little cunt of yours." He places the book back into its place and turns back to face you. "You can claim innocence, you're nothing but a filthy little whore, aren't you?" 

Heat rises to your cheeks suddenly as you struggle to process his words. The past few nights that you had been praying to Loki, lust-filled voice calling up to your ceiling and hands pleasuring where you wanted it most, he had been listening, watching even. He knew you were praying to him. He responded to you last night, when everything felt different. That was him. He made you sensitive to every little thing going on. He had brushed your ear, probably doing exactly what he had just done now - tucking a strand of your hair away from your face.

Your eyes finally refocus on his blue ones, trying to find the words to defend yourself. But before you can manage even a single syllable, he disappears and reappears on top of your body, forcing his leg between your thighs and pinning each of your wrists beside your head. "You're clearly inexperienced in the art of sex magic. So I'll let you in on a little rule that you broke, sweetling."

His breath is hot against your skin as he leans down to whisper in your ear. "You're not supposed to come until the deity you're praying to allows you to do so. And how many times have you come undone at the thought of me, hm?" A shiver runs right down your spine and decides to settle in your stomach as your heart thrums rapidly in your chest. How many times had it been? Easily a couple dozen, and mostly from just the prior night, as your heightened senses had made it easier to go for another round nearly immediately after a climax. Loki snickers in your ear, almost as if he heard your thoughts.

"Oh, how most certainly unfortunate this will be for you, my sweet," he says, leaning back up to look into your eyes with lust. "I guess you'll have to make it up to me." 

Without giving you a moment to process your thoughts about the matter, Loki presses his lips to yours, kissing you with an urgency you didn't know a god could possess. He forces his tongue inside your mouth and explores with curiosity, pressing his body to yours. 

You're completely pinned to the bed underneath him, unable to move. His leg presses into your cunt, causing friction on your swollen nub. You find your eyes fluttering shut and your mouth kissing him back, and before you know it, a deep moan rumbles in your chest. How long has it been since a kiss felt this good to you? How long has it been since you have messed around with someone else? Even with the heightened senses of last night clear in your memory, it still hadn't felt this good. You could come alone from the friction and the heat of this kiss if it wasn't for the fact that he pulls away to look into your eyes once more.

A shy whine sounds from your throat, and Loki's kiss-swollen lips quirk up into the same smirk as before. "I was right, you are a little slut for me," he says, sitting up and pulling his dark green tunic up and over his head. Your eyes wander over his bare upper half with lustful eyes. You spent the past week imagining this body, but none of your wildest fantasies even compare to the masterpiece before you now. You reach out and trace a finger down his torso, much to his surprise. His head falls back as a groan rumbles in his chest. You continue to trail your finger down, down, until you reach the waistband of his pants, and he quickly snatches your wrist up in his hand. "Patience, sweet thing," he growls, pushing you back to the bed and crawling backwards on the bed until his head is level with your thighs.

You watch on with eagerness, forgetting completely about his words from before. His blue eyes look almost predatory as he stares at your body, leaning down and nipping at your thigh. You suck in a breath through your teeth, and your hips buck forward slightly. He places a hand firmly on your abdomen, warning you with his eyes to keep still. You try to (you really do), but every time his teeth catch the skin of your thighs, you jolt. You're sensitivity is going to get you in trouble.

But right when you think you can't take it anymore, he slides his index finger gently up your folds, making you shiver and squeak in delight. "You're already so wet, and I've barely done a thing," he says, bringing the finger to his mouth and licking your slick from it. The lasciviousness of the sight makes you throw your head back onto the pillow. He just looks so... divine. The picture of sexual nature. The perfect being of desire alone. He makes a sound very similar to when someone takes the first sip of hot chocolate on a cold day. It makes your cheeks heat up.

"Staring is rude," Loki says, smirking at you and now undoing his pants. He shifts on the bed again and your heart drums excitedly in your chest despite his comment. You're overcome with the desire to have him fill you completely, and as if sensing your sudden eagerness for him, he slows his movements to a teasing pace. His eyes stare at your body hungrily as he waves his hand. You watch in awe as a shimmer of green flows from his fingertips.

But when you go to shift and get a better look, you realize that you can't move. Your arms are restrained by some invisible force above your head. Loki snickers as he watches the confusion on your face. "Oh dearest pet, your innocence in the matter of magic is quite entertaining," he says. In one quick movement, he spreads your legs and aligns his cock with your dripping core. "But if you don't mind, I would much rather be making you scream my name." And with that, he shoves his entire length into you, making you throw your head back and let out a slightly pained sound. But the jolt of pain is quickly replaced by the feeling of pleasure, and your breath heaves in time with his. Your walls stretch to accommodate his rather sizeable member, and he seems to be relishing in the feeling of simply being inside you.

You desire to touch him - to run your fingers through his dark strands and dig your nails into his back. But with the restraints holding your arms up above you, all you can do is stare and admire the feeling of him. He feels your eyes on him and looks up finally to meet them. Something absolutely primal fills his expanded pupils, and your body seems to react by mirroring it.

Every little twitch of his still cock inside your walls sends a flurry of butterfly-like pleasure through your body. You can smell your arousal, his thin layer of sweat, the candles you lit. Every single thread of the silk bedsheets beneath your skin is giving you goosebumps, and you can hear Loki's shuddery breath perfectly. 

He did it again. He heightened your senses.

"Listen, pet," Loki starts, and his voice sends another shiver down your spine. "Do not come until I tell you to, or I promise, you won't like the consequences that follow." 

He pulls away from you just enough that the red tip of his cock rests just inside you, and then without warning, he begins a dreadfully leisurely pace of fucking you. You moan out despite the slow thrusts, but feel panic in your chest as you realize that you're already so close. "L-Loki-" you whine, not really knowing what else to do.

"Ah, ah, my sweet. I told you that you would be making it up to me. But maybe if you're a good little fucktoy for me, I'll let you come eventually," he says, picking up his pace. You bite the inside of your cheek and pull against the restraints desperately. You don't know how you'll be able to keep yourself from climaxing when this just feels so good.

Loki lifts one of your legs up and onto his shoulder, positioning himself to hit your g-spot, and you swear you're seeing stars at the intensity of the feeling. He moans out now with you, planting feverish kisses to your thigh as he continues to quicken his pace.

"That's it, slut. Take my cock. Revel in the feeling of nothing else but me. Fill your senses with me. Say my name," Loki says between shuddery breaths. You barely hear him over the sounds of your moans and the provocative slaps of skin on skin.

"Lokiii," you moan, and he seems dissatisfied.

"I said, say my name," he repeats.

"L-Loki!" you say louder. He groans and throws his head back.

"Say my name!" he growls as he chases his climax.

"LOKI!" you practically scream as he pounds into you. You feel your vision going blurry with the effort you're putting in to not come undone. Loki's raven hair is falling from it's neat slick backed place and his thrusts get sloppy.

"Go ahead, precious. Come for me," he says. He barely finishes the words before you scream out, your eyes seemingly blacking out as your climax crashes over you with such ferocity that you can barely breathe. His own quickly follows, pounding into you relentlessly and whispering praises the entire time as he fills you with his hot seed.

You don't regain your sight until he pulls his softening cock from you, chest still heaving from the intensity of his undoing. He brings the back of his hand to his face, wiping the sweat from his forehead and flashing you a cocky grin. He climbs back over you, his eyes still filled with desire. Genuine fear makes your blood run cold. 

How could he possibly still be aroused after that?

"You did so well for me," he says, placing a finger beneath your chin. He caresses your cheek with his thumb, studying your exhausted face with curiosity. Suddenly, he grabs your chin assertively. "You're mine now, pet. Do you understand?" You nod to the best of your ability. "Words, darling."

"I-I understand," you stutter out, your voice hoarse from screaming his name minutes before.

"Good. Now flip over and put your pretty little ass in the air for me. I'm not done with you yet."

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[luringfantasy]

Imagine #007

Imagine being Loki's lover when he is the prince of Asgard. Whenever he needs to go to war, he doesn't take you, all the waiting makes him more feral on the ground.

Now imagine him coming back after a long war and a grand victory. He skips his own celebration to be in you. He takes you roughly then sweetly, and then uses your body some more. You are too tired and when he makes you come for the nth time you try to move away from him.

He just summons a couple of satin ribbons and ties your hand to the headboard.. "let's start over shall we?" What have you gotten yourself into!

EDIT: How long do you think you can keep up with Loki? 👀

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[holymultiplefandomsbatman]

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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[lovinglokilaufeyson]

The Grinch

Pairings: Loki x Fem!Reader

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

Wordcount: 3,829

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fuck. He was so tempting.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-

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

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

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

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

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Cherry Pie 🍒

Mob! Loki x female baker! reader

18+ | contains smut, slight breeding kink

Clearing away the things on the counter, you made your way to the cupboard, putting the flour away before you heard the door chime. It wasn’t long ago that you changed the open sign to closed however you stupidly didn’t lock the door. Huffing to yourself, you put the flour down before you called out.

“We’re closed.”

“Even for me.” You heard the stranger reply before your eyes widened at the rich familiar voice. Quickly, you made your way to the front of the shop.

“Mr Laufeyson.” You greeted, wiping your hands on your apron before realising even that was covered in flour too. You took it off, placing it on a table as you stepped towards him. “Please, take a seat.” You offered, gesturing to a table.

“Loki is fine.” He insisted, sitting down.

“I’ll get you a slice of pie.” You smiled as he sat.

“I was just passing through the area and thought why not say hello to my favorite baker,” he explained as you cut him a slice of pie, “and business partner of course.” He added as you squirted a little cream on top of it before bringing it to him with a fork. Once you were in front of him, you placed the plate on the table, taking a seat opposite him. He could sense your apprehension, he knew you that well. “What’s the matter?” He asked, picking the fork up.

“Look, Mr Laufeyson, I can’t keep bringing your shipments through the shop.” You spoke evenly, feeling as if a weight had been lifted off of your shoulders at your admittance.

“Loki” he corrected you, dipping his index finger into the cream before bringing it to his lips, tongue darting out as he licked it off. Your eyes followed his movements as you subconsciously bit your lip. “I’m usually on a first name basis with the pretty women who serve me pie” he grinned, turning his attention to you “and my my, isn’t it delicious.” He finished, eyes roaming up and down your body as he licked his lips. You felt flustered under his gaze before he looked back down at his plate, cutting a piece off with the side of his fork before stabbing the severed piece and bringing it up to his mouth. “Start again, and say my name.”

“Loki” you began, taking a breath before you continued “I can’t keep bringing your shipments through the shop.”

“Y/n” he sighed in fake dramatics “you wound me.” He smiled, placing his hand against his heart as he continued to eat, your eager eyes still following his movements. “Mmm” he hummed contently “cherry pie.”

“Your favourite.” You answered, swallowing thickly.

“Would you like a taste?” He offered.

“No I—” you started to protest before he presented a piece on his fork to your mouth.

“Open” he prompted you, eyes on yours. Opening your mouth, you welcomed the pie, already knowing it was delicious; it was a family recipe, a recipe that was now tainted by the image of Loki feeding it to you and his expression as he commanded you to open your mouth.

Using his thumb, he swiped off the cream that had landed on the corner of your mouth before bringing it to your lips. He didn’t have to prompt you to lick it off.

“Tell me y/n, why can’t things continue how they are?” He questioned, sitting back in his chair “it’s a good thing we’ve got going on here. I offer you my protection in his shady, dingy town in exchange for one of your vans once a fortnight” he shrugged “I mean, we do exchange other things too” he smirked “but that’s pleasure, not business.”

“I don’t want to be a part of it anymore, I don’t like the risk.” You sighed.

“So it’s the risk you don’t like” he pondered, standing to his feet “and here I was, clearly mistaken, thinking you liked taking risks” he spoke, making his way to you “tell me what I can do that’ll make you more agreeable” he probed, lowering his lips to your ear as he spoke behind you before placing his hands on your shoulders “do you want me to use my hands?” He asked, a smile evident in his tone “you seem to like them.” He added, noting how your breath hitched as he began massaging your shoulders.

“Loki.” You breathed.

“Or perhaps you want me to use my mouth” he countered, kissing your neck, your eyes falling closed. “Do you want me to tell you what I think y/n, I think you like the risk” he chuckled darkly before lowering his lips to your ear again “I think you find it thrilling.” He continued, kissing the nape of your neck. “Tell me, do I make you feel alive?”

“Loki.” You exhaled desperately.

“What do you want, pretty girl?”

“I want you.” You relented.

It wasn’t long before you were on your feet, kissing Loki as you walked to the backroom. Your breaths were heavy between kisses, filling the space between you as he pushed you up against the table, lips venturing your chest. His hands found your body, both of them starting at your shoulders and moving down to your hips as he turned you around so that your back was against his chest as his kisses centred at the nape of your neck. Your breaths grew ragged as you felt his thumbs curling into the waistband of your jeans before he was tugging them down your legs along with your panties. You wordlessly stepped out of them, at the mercy of Loki Laufeyson. You felt his lustful kisses against the back of your legs, his lips working their way up to your thighs as his soft hands roughly pushed them apart. You gripped the edge of the table hard as his impatient kisses finally found your centre whilst he bent you over, opening you with his tongue.

“Fuckk.” You moaned as Loki licked his thumb, rubbing your clit with it as his tongue delved through your folds, exploring your sex. His hands cupped your ass, revealing more of you as he flattened his tongue against you before swiping across your clit leaving you panting like a bitch in heat. “Just like thattt.” You whimpered as he hummed against your pussy leaving vibrations reverberating through you. “I’m gonna cum.” You near cried as he wrapped his lips around your clit.

“Not yet” Loki beseeched, standing to his feet as the swelling pleasure that was building inside of you began to dissipate. You heard Loki undo his belt before you felt the tip of his cock breaching your sensitive entrance. “Is this what you want me to use?” He exhorted, his lips close to your ear again only this time glossy with your asousual.

“L-Loki.” You murmured, unable to string a sentence together as he ran the head of his cock through your folds before lining himself up with your entrance again.

“Will burying my cock deep inside of you make you more agreeable, more amenable, hmm?” He questioned, pushing more of his length inside of you. “Show me how affable you really are, I want to fuck the genial host I’m used to.” He grunted as he entered you completely, impaling you with his cock as you screamed his name in rapture. The table shook as he fucked you, pushing your back down against it as he held your waist. “See, I knew you liked taking risks” he grinned “I don’t even have a condom on and you’re still letting me fuck you.” He sniggered, slapping your ass.

“S-so good.” You choked out, swimming in pleasure, barely able to speak.

“Are you going to let me cum inside of you too, fill you with my seed?” He grunted, his strokes paced as you felt every ridge of his cock against your walls “you always lose all control when you’re filled with my hot seed” he gushed “sticky and panting, your natural state, isn’t that right my hospitable whore” he continued to goad, fucking you deeply. “Or maybe you want me to make you a doting mother?” He ventured, grinding his hips into yours, his thumb teasing your clit again.

“Fuck!” You yelped in unaldorterated pleasure, his words driving you insane.

“You know I’ve always had a soft spot for you, maybe I should finally fuck a baby into you” he groaned, his climax fast approaching “would you like that?” He rushed out, staving off his orgasm, he needed your confirmation, your faux vows to really send him over the edge. You nodded frantically in response but that wasn’t enough. “Say it!” He ordered desperately.

“Yes! Fuck Loki yesss!” You yelled, hitting your peak as Loki’s thrusts turned disoriented, sloppy before he came, shooting his load deep inside you.

“Fuck!” He growled, spilling inside of you as you tried to slow your breaths.

Once you had both come down from your highs, Loki pulled out of you before sheathing himself again. Silently, you turned around, your legs shaky beneath you as you reached for your jeans.

“If you don’t want me to use your van, I won’t use your van” Loki eventually spoke “there are other ways for me to import and export.”

“Loki, wait.” You called after him as he turned to leave.

“You’ll still have my protection as long as I still get my cherry pie.” He winked before leaving.

Omg in the season 2 trailer, Mobius was telling Loki to eat the pie 😂

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[michelleleewise]

The Proposal

Pairing: Sugardaddy Loki x reader

Warnings: touch of angst, self esteem issues, insecurities, dom loki, sub reader, reader being a brat, spanking, smut, mentions of past trauma (pretty minor)

Summary: you find out what Loki does for a living....

**I am apparently unable to write a short chapter to this story! Lol sorry!!......or am i.........

Part Five-

A couple days had passed when you decided to text Tanya about lunch, telling her to meet you at the little diner down the street from your school. You walked down the sidewalk getting the feeling you were being watched but when you turned around no one was there. You frowned before continuing to the diner texting Loki where you would be. After Sunday he insisted on knowing where you were at all times and if you were being honest it gave you a small sense of security.

You walked in seeing Tanya waving at you. "Hey! How are you?" She asked hugging you "im really good!" You said sitting down. "Ok, you HAVE to tell me who your daddy is!" She said as you looked around "Shh! Keep your voice down." You hissed making her laugh. "Look, he doesn't want me telling anyone his name, but he's incredible!" You sighed leaning back. "He's so hot, and I mean next level hot! And he's careful about what I'm comfortable with. Hes....amazing." You sighed looking at her. "Ooo....sounds dreamy." Tanya said smiling.

You sipped your coffee looking up at the TV above the counter seeing Tony Stark on the screen. "Hey look, he must have knocked down another building." You said laughing as Tanya turned to look. You watched the subtitles saying something about a new member to the team "huh...I wonder who they..." you started when the camera panned out and you saw Loki standing next to a tall blonde man. "Oo, whose that?" You heard Tanya ask as you stared at the screen, seeing him looking immaculate in his back suit. "Y/n, you there?" She asked snapping you back to reality. "It said he's Thor's brother...Loki." She said sipping her coffee.

You stared at your coffee, feeling your heartbeat in your ears. "He's an avenger, a hero, a god.." You thought to yourself "Hey, you ok? You look a little pale." You heard Tanya say. "Yeah...I'm fine." You said smiling. "I gotta get back to school though, text me later?" You asked setting some money on the table standing up. "Sure, I'll talk to you later." She said smiling. You walked outside dialing Loki's number, hearing it go to voicemail "Hey, um it's me...I just saw you on tv...your an avenger? And...God I don't even know what to do now...why are you even with me? Who else do you have arrangements with? I just...I don't know." You said hanging up heading back into school turning your phone off.

You spent the rest of the day in a haze, trying to make sense of everything when your instructor called it a day. You slipped your coat on making your way home when that same eery feeling crept over you. You spun around but only saw people going about their day, nothing stuck out so you slowly turned making your way to your apartment. You went in slipping your uniform off heading to the shower. "I bet he has atleast 5 other women, that's probably why I'm the weekend side piece." You said to yourself sighing shutting the water off. Wrapping a towel around yourself you made your way to the kitchen setting the kettle on the stove deciding tea was needed.

You grabbed your cup heading to the couch feeling the silence weigh on you. You picked up your phone off the table turning it on seeing multiple texts and calls from Loki. You sighed setting it down rubbing your temples. You heard your phone go off again, picking it up seeing it was a text from Scott. "God, fuck off already." You growled throwing the phone down. You laid down on the couch closing your eyes trying to calm your mind when you heard the front door open. "Y/n! Where are you!?" You heard Loki yell as the door shut, watching him stride into the bedroom. "I'm over here." You sighed sitting up, seeing him turn striding towards you

"why didn't you answer my calls?" He asked sternly as you looked up at him. "I figured one of your other women be better company right now." You snarked pulling the towel tighter around you "what are you talking about?" He asked slipping his coat off, seeing he was still wearing the black suit. "Your an avenger and I'm not stupid." You snarked again. "Watch your tone y/n." He growled "Oh what are you gonna do....punish me?" You mocked crossing your arms watching him unbuttoning his suit jacket, sliding it off throwing it on the chair "yes...I will." He said sternly rolling his sleeves up to his elbows.

"How many women are you fucking?" You asked looking him in the eye. "One....you." he said without hesitation. "But your you...I'm....meh." you said looking at yourself. "What does that mean?" He asked furrowing his eyebrows. "That im....not enough for you." You said looking down. He came over sitting on the other side of the couch "y/n, what you need to understand about me, is that while I am hedonistic, and in my youth I would bed many women, sometimes at the same time, as I've matured I prefer only one partner." He said looking at you "so..you don't have a warehouse of women somewhere?" You asked making him laugh "no..just you pet." He said smiling "I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner, I was unaware until today I was even going to be on the so called "team." He said air quoting.

"It's just...Tony has a reputation with women, eeeeveryone knows that, so I assumed..." you trailed off. "That I have a warehouse full of women." Loki finished making you laugh "Well yes. Is that why I can't tell anyone about you?" You asked looking at him hearing him sigh "that, and....how long have you lived here y/n?" He asked tilting his head "Oh, a few years. I moved here right before I met Scott." You said "so you are unaware of my past transgressions?" He asked "umm...I guess. I mean you seem familiar but other then that.." you said shrugging. "Awhile before you came here, I...attacked the city with an alien army." He said sitting straighter.

"Oh..you don't seem crazy though." You said seeing him smile "well thank you, but I didn't do it of my own will, I was being controlled. Being a part of the heroes is recumpence for my slights." He said fidgeting with his hands. "Well, whatever you did it's in the past now." You said sipping your tea. "Well and as such, I keep my personal life very personal. That's why no one can know." He said looking at you. "Ok, that makes sense." You agreed. "Is there anything else you would like to know?" He asked looking at you. "Umm....not off hand no." You said "well like I said, we must be open with eachother so if you have issues you come to me understand? Do not ignore me again." He said sternly. "Yes sir...sorry sir." You said looking down.

"Very good, now to your punishment." He said standing up. "What? I...I thought we were good." You said holding your towel "oh we are, but you will atone for ignoring my calls and how you spoke to me." He said smiling "but..I said sorry." You said getting up trying to run past him when he hooked an arm around your waist pulling you to him "be that as it may, you still need punished." He said sternly sitting on the couch pulling you over his lap as you tried to free yourself. "You will only make this harder if you keep it up, now be a good girl and take what I give you." He growled. You sighed putting your head down "fine.." you huffed feeling a slap on your ass "ow..what..." you started "is that how you speak to me?" He asked "n..no sir." You said gripping his thigh.

"You have earned five slaps, you will count them out understand?" He asked sternly. "Yes sir." You breathed feeling his hand rub your cheek. "And why are you being punished?" He asked slapping your cheek making you jump "o..one...because I ignored your calls" You breathed gripping his pant leg. "And..." he said slapping again "ahh..two...for how I spoke to you." You panted feeling your walls clench. "And if you have an issue.." he said slapping the other cheek making you moan "three....i...I talk to you." You said shakely. "Mm I think your enjoying this.." he purred rubbing your cheek. "Y..yes sir." You breathed digging your fingers into his thigh. "Who do you belong to." He asked with a sharp slap making you cry out "f..four....you s..sir." you panted feeling his fingers slide down between your thighs." "Oh...you are enjoying this..." he purred running his fingers through your folds making you moan.

He removed his hand making you whine "do you want me to fuck that attitude out of you?" He asked with another sharp slap "aahh God yes...please sir yes....five!" you yelled out as he flipped you up ripping your towel off pulling you to straddle his lap. You panted seeing him reach down unbuckleing his belt and pants pulling his cock out "is this what you want pet?" He teased stroking himself. You licked your lips watching him "yes sir..please." You panted needing to feel him inside you now. "You will be my good girl won't you?" He asked speeding up his movements "yes sir..I'll be good." You said looking into his eyes. "Very well, ride me pet." He said removing his hands placing them behind his head.

You reached down gliding your fingers along his cock hearing him moan. You braced yourself on the back of the couch lining him up as you slowly lowered yourself onto him groaning as he bottomed out. You wiggled your hips a little hearing him growl "stop teasing pet." He said looking at you. "I..I've never done this sir..i.." you started when he placed his hands on your hips. "Just go slow, do what feels good." He said moving your hips back and forth "aahh god...that..." you panted "place your hands on the back of the couch." He said, you immediately gripping behind his head. "now, slowly slide up and down." He said gripping your hips. You did as he said, lifting up to his tip before pushing back down to his base. "That's it, just like..ahh...that...how does that feel pet?" He asked digging his fingers into your hip. "Good...so good...s...ir." you panted feeling every ridge of his cock slide against your walls.

"Mm...harder pet...fuck me harder." He growled, your nails dug into the leather couch as you slammed your hips down on him hard, quickening your pace. "Norns yes..just like...ahh pet.." he moaned closing his eyes laying his head back. You bounced up and down as hard as you could feeling him hit that soft spot inside you "god sir...I'm gonna....aaahhh..." you cried out feeling your orgasm coming fast "s..say it pet..." he growled moving you up and down on his cock "aahh d..daddy I'm gonna...God im.." You tried but your brain stopped working "I can feel you squeezing me....come pet...come on my cock." He growled slamming your hips down onto him. Your orgasm slammed into you as your walls clenched hard around him "oooohhh gods...y/n your...mmmm" he moaned as he slammed your hips down holding you there as he spilled inside you.

You laid your head on his shoulder catching your breath feeling his fingers run up and down your spine. "How did that feel pet?" He panted "sooo good sir, can we do that again?" You asked pulling back seeing him smile "if you behave pet, yes." He said kissing your cheek. "I will, I promise sir." You said smiling. "I am serious y/n, if you have an issue, anything at all you need to talk to me." He said "ok I will sir." You said slowly lifting off of him. "Good girl, now you have class tomorrow and I must return to that circus, so get some rest. You will need it for this weekend." He winked tucking himself back in buttoning his pants up standing up. "Ok I will sir." You said watching him put his suit jacket back on before slipping his coat on.

"And do not forget to text me where you are understood?" He asked "yes sir, I won't forget." You smiled. "Good girl, and I'll see you this weekend." He said leaning down kissing the top of your head. "Pleasant dreams y/n." He said backing up "Goodnight sir." You said watching him walk to the door leaving. You sighed laying down "well, now the couch is broken in." You said to yourself giggling. You got up cleaning yourself up slipping into bed. "I'm sleeping with an avenger.." you said to yourself smiling. You closed your eyes letting sleep take you, unaware of the stranger across the street watching from the shadows..........

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[lokisgoodgirl]

Sunday Worship [Loki x Fem.Reader]

A link to my Masterlist is HERE Summary: On Sunday evenings, you worship him. But Loki has rules. Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Smutish. Language. Gentle Dom/Sub set-up. (w/c 1.9k)

Loki sat in a wide wing-back chair in front of the open fireplace.

Flames licked the edge of the grate, shadows dancing seductively across his sharp features as you approached. His face tilted downward, partially concealed by the side-wing of the chair as he uncrossed his legs. Smouldering eyes trailed your body as you circled in front of him, sliding the straps of your dress down and letting the loose fabric pool around your ankles. There was a thick snap as he closed the book he had been reading, placing it on the mahogany table to the side. Relief descended in calming waves as you sank to your knees. Finally, it was Sunday evening.

The sheen of his familiar tight leathers glistened in the firelight as he dutifully observed your descent. Dark hair tumbled around his shoulders, a flash of pink tongue ghosting over his lips before his mouth curled in a smirk. Your hands grasped his knees, sliding up the length of his thighs. The weathered leather caught your fingertips as you pulled yourself further between his widening legs. He squeezed his knees against your shoulders, reminding you how easily he could immobilise should he wish. Hurt you, even. You were permitted no words during your worship. Not really. It was one of the conditions. One of the rules.

You shivered despite the heat at your back. Every week you told yourself it was the last time. But it never was. “You come later each ceremony, darling.” he goaded. “Perhaps your devotion is waning.” Your face lowered, inhaling the scent of him with every fibre of your being.

You pulled leather encasing the top of his right thigh between your teeth, tugging it back with a stretch. The fine creases rested on your tongue, a familiar sharp tang of rich hide flooding your mouth. A groan vibrated in your throat as you bit down, yanking the leather tightly to one side. He chuckled again, smoothing the back of your hair as he pressed your face knowingly to the muscle below.

Your hands ran fluidly from his strong hips to the heel of his knee-high boots. Taking your time. Memorising the path beneath your palms. Absorbing the mass he held effortlessly beneath that lithe frame. Your fingers squeezed firmly around the armoured heels, a silent prayer for understanding as his stoicism emanated from above. “Then you shall have it, pilgrim.” he murmured in response to the unspoken plea.

A gentle glow of seidr brushed over him as you watched in unrepentant awe. His leather tunic melted, followed by those tight trousers. A pair of black boxers sat snug on his hips, pale skin glimmering teasingly in the flickering of the flames. But the boots stayed on. The boots always stayed on. Loki straightened where he sat, thick forearms settling on the sides of the chair. He lowered his eyes, crawling them slowly upwards to meet yours. The walls of your pussy contracted involuntarily, a shiver racking up your spine. He knew what he was doing. Loki always knew.

“Begin, then.” he muttered with a wave of his hand. You squeezed your eyes shut, cursing your arrangement with the unbearably smug and yet inexplicably irresistible god. It was something that you couldn’t explain. And somehow with him, you had never needed to. The obsession to worship him consumed like a virus. It was a ferocious need. Primal. Something desperately necessary. Like breathing. You ran your gaze up that majestic body, the landscape of his chiselled form making every neuron in your addled brain fizz with possibilities. Power seeped through his skin into your palms, his aura making your soul bubble in simmering pops. Loki tilted his head to the side, raven curls cresting over the curve of his shoulder. "Whom do you serve?" he murmured, as you leant forward tentatively. He knew the answer. You both did. Lips collided with bare skin of the thick knee to your side, kissing towards the soft inner flesh as your hands ran up his outer thighs. Every part of him was perfection, crafted to be unquestioningly adored. Adored by you, and only you. If you could help it. You sank into his taunt warmth, lips waxing and waning upwards across the expanse of his inner thigh. Loki hissed as your teeth grazed a sensitive spot, fingers gripping the arms of the chair. Your messy devotion left a trail of wetness on his iridescent skin, the moist slick glinting in the pulsing glow of the fire. Moans of panted devotion vibrated as your lips rolled methodically over every inch of available flesh on either side. Your tongue lapped at the curves of his thighs, sucking in slow, hungry bursts.

His hips thrust upward gently, the hallowed bulge between his legs pressing against your cheek. You heard a deep sigh, a soft thud accompanying Loki’s head falling against the high back of the chair.

A ripple blossomed in your stomach, a pool of wetness growing between your thighs as blood thundered in your core.

Perhaps tonight would be the night. Your nose buried in the crease of his crotch, inhaling him like an animal. The scent was deep, warm musk; the intoxicating aroma of him that would hang in your nostrils for days. Loki groaned, unable to contain his pleasure as your keen lips sucked against the fabric of his underwear at the height of his thigh. You drew the fabric between your teeth, pulling gently. “Now...you know the rules.” Loki chided quietly; face still upturned to the ceiling.

You nodded reluctantly into the thickening hardness of his forbidden cock beneath the material, making sure to purposefully tug the thin skin beneath skin-tight cotton against your chin. An accident, perhaps. He growled, hips thrusting upwards again in spite of himself. “Rules.” he rumbled, clenching fists against the arms of the chair. Your eyes flickered to a tense forearm resting on the leather, thick veins straining proudly against his alabaster skin. Silently you scooted further between his legs, the curve of your breasts fitting snugly between his upper thighs as you mouthed reverently up his stomach.

Of the ritual, this was the part you treasured most dearly. When he couldn’t read your face. When you could lose yourself completely in the warmth of his skin beneath your lips; against your cheek as you rubbed against him. Devoured him. Glorified him to the symphony of his gentle praise. Those sounds that filled your every thought until replenishing again. The beat of his heart made your hairs stand on end, skin prickling as he brought one hand protectively down your back. His fingertips brushed gently over your spine, a teasingly orgasmic breeze of nerves sizzling on its descent.

You whimpered, pressing your forehead to his chest as he shushed you softly. Every muscle in your body clenched, trembling with frustrated need as he sighed above you. “If I am truly your god, have faith.” His voice was velvet foam, measured inch by inch as syllables fell from his tongue like silk unfurling.

“Your trust is what I desire. The deepest expression of your devotion. And of your obedience.”

Loki’s fingertips grazed agonisingly upward, brushing your ribs. “Your willing denial.” he hummed thoughtfully. You nodded against his skin, before fastening your lips to his nipple. He hissed, torso clenching and then relaxing again.

Your hands moved from his thighs, running up the sides of his abdomen, reaching his broad shoulders with no resistance. You squeezed the muscles, eliciting a broken moan of your name from his lips that was nothing short of divine. Loki grunted, head falling against the leather chair as you rose and swiftly straddled his lap. As always, your calves slotted perfectly between the sides of the chair and his sculpted legs as if it was made for you. As if it was all made for you. The sodden gusset of your simple black panties danced over the manhood straining tightly against his underwear. One day, you thought wistfully. One day I'll know. All it would take was one quick descent to feel that incredible girth press against your needy cunt; a flash of pressure on your sodden centre that would send your aching clit over the edge in seconds. But that would be against the rules. That was not what his worship was about. And his benevolence had its limits. Your fingers massaged up your god's strong neck, mapping every pocket of perfection as you watched his eyelids flutter; the dark fan of lashes against his cheek making you dizzy. They wound in his loose hair, pushing upward from the base of his skull. Loki murmured his approval, his eyes closed. During this part, he always kept his eyes closed. “Mmmm, that’s it sweet one. Show me your devotion...” he purred, as you leant closer. Your cheek pressed to his. It was both soft and hard; like him. The smoothness of his ethereal skin stretched perfectly over the legendary bone structure that could crush with a single sneer. “Speak. Confess to me.” he muttered, bringing both hands to rest on your shoulder-blades. Loki began to trace lines between them, his wide fingertips driving you to the edge of sanity as your breaths grew short. His jaw was pointed to the ceiling, the veins of his neck protruding. Defined muscles that flexed with every breath. “Veneration.” you murmured shakily, placing a deep kiss on the curve of his shoulder. You sucked lightly on his taunt skin, feeling him jolt beneath you. “Adoration, submission, humility...” Your fingers tightened around winds of his hair as you trailed off to a whisper, tips pressing deeper against his scalp as you sucked the pressure point beneath his ear. You could feel the hot blood thundering in his artery, pulsing maddeningly beneath your swollen lips. “That is what I pledge to you, Loki. As you deserve. Is that...is that OK?" “That is not a confession, darling…” he chuckled, raising his head from its expected position. He was going off-script. Your eyes widened, heart fluttering as a smile tugged at his lips. Dimples flared at the corner of his mouth, his gaze narrowing as he registered your anticipation before shaking his head. “-Desire.” you choked, feeling the tip of his cock brush accidentally against your desperate pussy. You wanted to scream. The solid column of forbidden flesh grazed against your swollen clit, an electrifying pulse radiating through your lower body. “I desire you…” you gasped, raising your hips higher away from the source of his disapproving stare. “Indeed” he murmured, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth. “Such a devoted worshipper. The most devoted, in fact.”

“The ‘most’?” you stuttered, forehead creasing at the thought of others as Loki’s keen eyes flashed with mischief. “Perhaps you deserve something in return. A token of your god’s appreciation?” Your eyebrows knitted together as you processed his words. Over the past months, you had learned not to elevate your hopes; allowing worship was its own reward. Those were the rules. Always. Those were the rules. Loki’s fingers trailed down your waist, dancing seductively to your midriff which clenched with every erratic breath. He turned his wrist to face upward, those hypnotising eyes burning into your own. His palm pressed against the base of your stomach, sliding slowly downward inside the hem of your panties. “Loki…” you gasped, hysterical gratitude welling inside you as his long fingers slid horizontally through your dripping folds. He smiled softly, observing the shameless twisting of your features through half-lidded eyes as his chin tilted regally upward. The joints of his fingers played along your slit, every teasing bump making you falter with shuddering need as he took his time. He had never touched you like this. In all this time, for all your worship...he had never touched you like this.

"Do you know why I do not allow you to voice your worship of me more enthusiastically, Y/N?" He bristled with restraint, fingertips making tentative contact with your slick clit. He cupped your sex, stroking gently as you whimpered his name; strength leaving your thighs at the agonising softness of his pleasures. Your head fell back, shallow pants accompanying every cautious thrust of your hips into his palm. "Because if you did..." he murmured, wetting his lips, "I fear I would not be able to control myself." As quickly as his mercy had overtaken your senses, it was gone. You brought your neck forward, any petulant frustration extinguished by the firm set of his magnificent jaw. Loki’s cheekbones flashed in the glow of the flickering firelight, shadows licking the walls as he returned his forearms stoically to the sides of the chair. You rose, steadying yourself before sinking on shaky legs to pull up your dress from the floor. Loki watched. He curled his forefinger to his lips, inhaling subtly. The god’s eyes fluttered closed momentarily, drinking in the scent of your sticky arousal clinging to his skin. “Go.” he murmured gently, gravel catching in his throat. You made your way to the door, taking a furtive glance backwards at the object of your adoration. He was now wrapped in a luxurious green silk dressing gown; the previously discarded book open in his hand. “Until next week, darling.” he purred darkly, turning the page. "Don't be late." he added, as the door clicked softly shut behind you. Tags @lokischambermaid @lady-rose-moon @mochie85 @mischief2sarawr @holymultiplefandomsbatman @xorpsbane @lokikissesmyforehead @simplyholl @ijuststareatstuffhereok89 @loopsisloops @thedistractedagglomeration @loveroflokiforpoeticjustice @123forgottherest @holdmytesseract @joyful-enchantress @sititran @jaidenhawke @silverfire475 @mrsbarnes32557038 @michelleleewise @vbecker10 @imalovernotahater @lokiprompts @morriggannlostinfandoms @ladylovesloki @marygoddessofmischief @ravenwings73 @xorpsbane @filthyhiddles @peacefulpianist @maple-seed @yelkmelk @wheredafandomat @mistress-ofmagic @five-miles-over @goblingirlsarah @peaches1958 @your-taste-on-my-lips @stupidthoughtsinwriting @lokisgirll @lokidokieokie @kikster606 @peachyjinx @peachyymallows @soldeloki @tbhiddlestan83

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[lokisbiiiitch1993]

How real does a Clone feel? Loki x Reader

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

Fluff and Smut

Part 1

Not for Minors ⚠️🚨🔞

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mhhmm Loki you whimpered

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

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

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

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

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[luringfantasy]

Imagine #009

Imagine snooping around Loki's stuff because you are bored. You come across a chest filled with his 'toys'. There are soooo many toys!!

When Loki finds out he decides to punish you... by using all the toys on you ONE. BY. ONE.

When you pass out, he being the kind soul he is, waits for you to wake up to keep going 😊

Guys do we need a detailed version?

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