Tumgik
#loki x reader dirty fic
Text
Dirty Work 24
Tumblr media
Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as bullying, familial discord/abuse, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.
This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.
Summary: You start a new gig and find one of your clients to be hard to please.
Characters: Loki
Note: friday! coworkers last day!
As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me.
Your feedback will help in this and future works (and WiPs, I haven’t forgotten those!)
I love you all immensely. Take care. 💖
Tumblr media
You pass through the gate, cautious to close it without a noise. You trail past the hedges and around the side of the house. You enter through the back, as you did in those early days, only weeks ago, though it seems years.
You move slowly, leaving your shoes out of the way, disregarding the closet as you cling to the strap of your bag and venture warily onward. You pause before the kitchen door and peek around, finding it empty. You tiptoe on and climb the stairs one at a time, flinching at ever creak.
You reach the top and keep your eyes down. You go to the library and slip inside, like a ghost floating through your own existence. You set the bag by your feet and pull out the laptop to begin your day.
You don't think, not past the list of tasks. You boot the computer and wait for the screen to light up. You type in the pass code and open Excel. You lean your head in your hand, eyes glazing over as the glare sears your vision, stamping with endless columns and tiny numbers.
You feel yourself slumping, the strength whittling away by the second. Your eyes droop even as your ears prick at each noise. You shake your head, trying to ward off the needling fatigue. You yawn and sit up, rubbing your eyelids as you square your shoulders.
You let your head hang back and drop your arms into your lap. Your stomach wriggles as Mr. Laufeyson's looming presence creeps into your mind. He's here somewhere and surely, he already knows you are too. He's just waiting to pounce. 
Your fears furl into faded dreams. A fractured series of scenes, twisted reflections of reality rippling into each other until you dizzy. You can hear your own snores yet don't quite realise you're asleep.
You wake with a start as you feel yourself slipping. You barely catch yourself before you flop off the chair. You spasm and grip the arm rest as a shadow lurks behind your laptop screen. You gape up at Mr. Laufeyson as he watches you with arms folded.
"Hm," he tilts his head, "that shirt is... not very professional."
"Sir," you keep your face down as your cheek thrums, swollen and bruised, "I'm sorry, I... I didn't sleep very well."
"Oh yes, of course, I hadn't even mentioned you sleeping on the job," he growls and uncrosses his arms, bringing his hands down to the desk. He leans in so his head is just above the laptop. "Look at me."
"Mr. Laufeyson, I'm just sorting out the expenses--"
"Look at me," he commands more firmly.
You wince and rub your neck. An ache radiates in your shoulder, another remnant of your father's wrath. You slowly raise your chin as your lip twitches just slightly. His eyes narrow and his jaw ticks.
He's silent as he stares at you. Angry, you can tell. You pull your hands back and fold them against your chest.
"Please, Mr. Laufeyson, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to fall asleep. It won't happen again--"
"What happened to your clothes?" He slithers darkly.
"Nothing, I... I wasn't paying attention this morning--"
"Don't lie to me."
"I'm not," you squeak unconvincingly.
His nostrils flare and he slaps his palm on the desk. You sit back, pressing yourself to the chair as you whimper.
"I underestimated that... scum," he spits out.
"I don't know--"
"Go on and lie again. What is it this time? You took a tumble?" He reaches out and you shy away, expecting him to put another swell in your cheek. Instead, he touches the thrumming skin, stroking it, "I didn't think..." he takes a breath and withdraws his hand, standing stiffly, "I believed him a coward, but not that sort."
"It's not--"
"Hush. You make your excuse for him, I will not swallow them," he flicks his fingers at you dismissively.
He rolls his shoulders and pivots on his heel. He paces across the patterned rug and stops, just before the sofa. He turns back, making another line across the space. He brings his finger up to tap his chin.
"Yes, very well, I see I do have somewhere to be," he states as he drops his hand, his lips curving at the corners. 
"Mr. Laufeyson," you stand.
"Never you mind," he tuts, "you have your work, I have mine." He cracks his knuckles.
"Are you--"
"Ah ah," he points at you tersely, "since when is my itinerary your concern? Mind the house, that is your job." He huffs and checks his watch as a pinch lines his forehead, "you may receive the expected parcel and leave it on my desk for now..." he lowers his hand and grumbles, "and you will stay here."
"Mr. Laufeyson," you murmur.
Before you can protest further, he's at the door. You're frozen in disbelief. Surely he can't mean what you think.
It doesn't matter to him, does it? You are his house manager, just another below him he can torment, he wouldn't do anything like that. Certainly, he won't harm your father, right?
You rush after him as your doubts bubble over. As he enters the hallway, you grab his elbow, not thinking, not hesitating for once in your life. "Please, Mr. Laufeyson, whatever you're thinking of--"
He faces you and rips his arm free, "don't."
"Please, it's-- I--" you sputter helplessly and wring your hands, "I deserved it."
He squares his chin and blinks. "Deserve... so it was him?"
"Mr. Laufeyson, it isn't... isn't your problem. He's my dad, I'll deal with him."
"As you have so far?" He scoffs, "pet, I mean to defend you. To do you a favour. Another. And now you overstep and try to command me?"
"No, no, I'm not... not commanding. I'm begging," you clutch your hands tighter, putting them up to plead, "don't make it worse."
He dips his head and closes his eyes. He pinches his nose and gives a nod, rubbing his lips together. He raises his head and opens his eyes again. He shrugs and lets a grin break through.
"It isn't your choice," he grabs your wrists, locking them together in his grasp as he drags you forward.
Your socks slip on the floorboards as he tugs you down the hallway. You struggle, writhing and sliding against his force. The same panic that struck you last night swirls again, thumping in your chest. He turns and swings you through the door of his bedroom. You stagger as he lets you go and the door swiftly snaps shut behind you.
You turn to face it and throw yourself against it, twisting the handle as you try to pull it open. He holds it shut from the other side and you hear the lock grind into place. You hit the door with your fists and cry out.
"Mr. Laufeyson!"
"I will return shortly, pet, never you worry," he assures, "don't miss me too much."
You slap the wood again and press your ear to it. You listen as he struts away, whistling until it fades to silence. You hear the front door below, shortly followed by the car engine rolling to life. You rush over to the window and look at as he steers up to the gate.
You can hear his knuckles cracking and see that sinister smirk. His intentions cannot be good.
Your exhaustion slakes away to panic. You pace the room, bounce up and down on your feet, fidget incessantly, murmuring senselessly. You just can't be still. What is Mr. Laufeyson doing?
Your fears twist your imagination to terror. Is he going to hurt your father? He should just leave him alone. He's the one who got him so worked up. That last thought makes you stop short.
It's his fault. It's all his fault. He heard everything on the phone, he knew your dad has anger issues, he walked into your home and he ruined it all. 
Your lashes flutter as you sway. You feel like you've been struck all over again. Mr. Laufeyson has done this all to you! He gave you this job, he took you away from your dad, he invaded your home, he made you wear those clothes. 
And now, you're mad. You feel that hot streak inside of you unlike anything before. Vivid and venomous. You run to the door, throwing yourself against it as you beat with your fists. 
He's locked you up here so you can't stop him from doing anymore. You're sleeping in a hotel because of him. You're not eating or sleeping, you can feel yourself going insane. Because of him.
You're dizzy and breathless. You lean on the door and try to calm yourself. Your head hurts.
You slide down and turn to put your back against the door. You hang your head, bending your legs to rest your arms over them. You heave and close your eyes.
You're just as helpless as you've ever been.
The footsteps bring you out of your daze. You raise your head, wobbly on your neck, and blink several times before you get your bearings. You listen to Mr. Laufeyson's entry, his slow advance below, and his steady ascension up the staircase.
Your heart hitches but you don't move. Even if you had the strength, you refuse. You will not budge.
He comes down the staircase, a hum in the air. You tense and grit your teeth, eyes hot again with tears. Not sad but angry.
"Ah, pet, you will be happy to hear that I don't believe your father will have another cruel world reserved for you," he sings the handle shifts slightly above your head and the lock clicks. "How shall we celebrate your emancipati--"
The door jolts and you push back against it. You plant your feet and grunt as you force it shut. He lets out a noise and shoves back. You do it again.
"Pet," he evens his tone, "what are you up to?"
"Leave me alone!" You snarl, surprised by your own venom.
"Pet, now, let me in--"
"I said go away!"
He scoffs and stops pushing. He lets out his breath loudly.
"This isn't mature behaviour."
"I don't care, I don't want to see you."
He's quiet again. You hear his soles scuff and he gently taps on the door.
"Pet, please, we should talk. I think it's imperative that we do--"
"No, I don't want to talk. I don't want to see you. I want you to leave me alone!"
"You are being a child--"
"You ruined everything," you bark, "you ruined my life! You're a bad man and I hate you!"
You go weak as the last words escape you without a thought. You collapse onto your bottom and catch your head in your hands. You devolve into thick, choking sobs. Here you are, bawling like the child he calls you. He must be amused.
"Are you tendering your resignation?" He asks crisply, "because I believe you haven't anywhere else to go, my dear."
"I know! Because of you. I have nowhere, because you!" You shoot back through heaving breaths.
"Or... you could have somewhere, because of me," he says measuredly. "Pet, all you have to do is open the door and talk to me."
You fall onto your side and curl up. You cover your head, whimpering as tears trickle down. You sniffle and hide under your arm. Just like you did when dad wouldn't stop yelling. 
The floorboards shift and he sighs again, "I can wait." He taps the door lightly once more and his footfalls retreat.
You tremble in a heap, nearly delirious with emotion. Through the chaos, you can see the truth. You don't have anywhere or anything without him.
The world shifts under you, your body chafing across the floor as the door moves you. Not harshly but inch by inch. Mr. Laufeyson bends over you as you open your eyes, groggy and glazed over. His silhouette is fuzzy and distant as he slides his arms under you.
He lifts you and carries you to the bed. You groan as he lays you down, piling pillows behind you to prop you up. He sits with his legs over the side and pushes his head back. You come to, little by little, pushing through the fog.
You hug yourself and wiggle in place. He reaches to still you, his hand on your thigh. You wince and stare at his fingers. He draws his knee up and shifts to face you. He removes his touch as his eyes cling thoughtfully to the wall behind you.
"I see you've calmed down," he begins and lets his gaze fall on you, "so we will talk. I'm sure you're aware that matters are urgent."
"No..." you utter, "I'll... go."
You try to sit up and he nudges you back. You hit the pillows and do not try again. You don't have anything left in you.
"Where?" He challenges.
"I have a hotel room--"
"No," he shakes his head, "that won't do. What I'm offering, well, you can hardly deny it."
You drop your head and shrug.
"How many more nights can you afford? And without a job? I'm offering you both. Work, accommodation. I dare to say, I would offer you a home."
"No, you're my boss," you insist.
"Yes, I do expect you to shoulder some tasks," he assures, "but perhaps... we might remold this arrangement."
Your eyes stick blankly to your knees. You don't know what he wants or what he means. Just more. It's always more. Hasn't he taken enough?
"What more can you want from me?" You whisper.
He's quiet again. His fingers twiddle and he lifts his hand, touching your arm and slowly grasping it. He unwraps it from your torso and trails down to your hand, squeezing it.
"I made myself clear before," he pulls your hand closer, cradling it as he pets your knuckles, "but perhaps you still misunderstood me." He clasps your hand between both of his, "I want you. Entirely."
Your eyes flick up to meet his. Your mouth falls open as your heart tempos wildly. You still don't think you understand. Your search his face for the answer.
"I will grant you any wish. Clothes, jewellery, whatever you like. If you like to read, I will buy you books, if you like to draw, I will buy you paint. If you just want shiny things, I can get those too. All I ask is simple. For you. For your entire being. That you obey and serve my every need and you will have all you ever longed for. Things you never even dreamed of," he slips a hand away and lifts yours. He leans in and softly kisses your knuckles, "you say I am bad, but I needn't be.”
296 notes · View notes
cleo-fox · 19 days
Text
Conquer
Part 1 of 3
Summary: The king intends to take a bride.
You just never thought it would be you.
(Soulmate AU where Loki won)
Pairing: Loki x Female Reader
Warnings: Smut, 18+, Minors DNI, enemies to lovers, dirty talk, praise kink, oral sex (fem receiving), teasing, p in v sex, vaginal fingering.
A/N: I’m kind of fascinated by the concept of a soulmate AU where Loki wins and this is just another take on that thought. If you've read my fic Surrender, this one is a different universe (an AU of an AU? Is that a thing?)
I am indebted to @infinitystoner, who was kind enough to talk me through some of my doubts about this fic. This one is for you, K. (Also, everyone should go read her work, it's fabulous).
Tumblr media
The king intends to take a bride.
At first you think it’s just a stupid rumor, but with time, it becomes clear that it’s not merely a stupid rumor, but a true rumor about a stupid plan. He hasn’t found his soulmate; the speculation is that this is about producing an heir or something similar. Which is also stupid because he’s the one who took over your fucking planet. He can make new rules for succession if he wants to. He doesn’t have to make other people suffer.
You, like most people, still harbor a lot of anger and resentment toward Loki.
You don’t know who he’s going to rope into this plan, but you feel bad for her already. Imagine not only having to be married to that monster, but being in this weird second place to whoever is unfortunate enough to be his soulmate. Imagine having to fuck him, to try and have his kid, all the while knowing you’ll be discarded once he finds his soulmate. Imagine having to go along with all of this and never being able to say what you really think.
The only person you feel sorrier for is whoever turns out to be his soulmate.
Later, all of this will strike you as absurdly ironic.
But you don’t know any of that yet.
*
You took a job at the hotel because you needed a change of pace after Loki took over. It was just a front desk job—you checked people in and out, answered questions, and said “let me get my manager” whenever there was a serious problem with a guest. It wasn’t glamorous or fun, but it was straightforward and you never had to bring work home with you.
The one thing that you never really considered was whether you were inadvertently choosing a job that would bring you into closer proximity to the man you were trying so desperately hard to not think about at all.
You probably should have considered it—you knew when you took the job that he did a fair amount of travel. You never really understood why—he conquered the entire fucking planet, you think he’d be content to just chill in his palace or whatever. But no. He was constantly on the move, constantly showing up and demanding to be accommodated, and people put up with it because what else are they supposed to do? You can’t exactly persona non grata the guy that successfully took over your planet and made himself king. If that worked, he wouldn’t be here in the first place.
You kind of assumed that he wouldn’t show up to your hotel—it wasn’t conveniently located to anything useful and while it technically had a five star rating, you didn’t think it offered the same caliber of accommodations as the places he was known to stay.
As it turns out, you were wrong on all counts. Hilariously wrong. Because now his steward is here in your hotel lobby. Or his…emissary? You’re not sure what this guy’s official title is. You recognize him from the news—he can often be spotted in the entourage of guards and staff that accompany Loki everywhere, but you don’t know his name. He is rattling off a monologue of sorts—the king requires accommodations, only the finest rooms, and so on. You feel as though you are having an out of body experience as you click through the booking software and confirm that the penthouse is available. You breathe an inner sigh of relief—it would have been manageable to evict whichever rich person had booked it, but it would have fucked up the cleaning crew’s scheduling for at least the next week and you know that corporate is already up Marisol’s ass about your location’s overtime.
You don’t really expect him to show up during this transaction. If you had, you would have said “let me get my manager” and washed your hands of it—you don’t get paid nearly enough to deal with self-proclaimed kings. But as you are booking the room (who the fuck are you supposed to list as the guarantor on the invoice? This wasn’t covered in your training), Loki storms in, followed by a cadre of guards.
You’re not really prepared to see him in person—that’s partly why you freeze. He’s so tall and well…real. It sounds stupid, but it’s jarring seeing him in front of you instead of on a screen or in a picture. He’s not exactly more frightening, but looking at him makes your pulse quicken.
He’s scolding the steward (emissary?) about something—you’re so distracted that you miss exactly what it is that has him so annoyed.
And then you realize that the mark on your left wrist is burning.
You swallow hard. No. Not him.
Loki looks up and his eyes lock with yours.
Fucking hell.
*
The wedding is a spectacle, to say the least.
Your dress is fucking ridiculous. Instead of the traditional white, you are draped in yards of green fabric covered in thousands of emeralds and diamonds and painstakingly embroidered with thread made of real gold and silver. It is very much a statement about who you are and who you belong to. You don’t care for it, but you don’t really have a choice—the details of the ceremony have been largely left to other people to decide. Part of you thinks they must have been planning for this for years, based on the number of things that are already prepared. Or maybe having access to magic negates the need for planning ahead.
You are much too angry to actually ask Loki about any of this. Not that you see much of him before the ceremony anyway.
You go through the motions of the ceremony, trying to keep your cool. It’s only been a week since he found you at the hotel, so the fact that you haven’t consummated your soulbond is more akin to an annoying itch than anything more disruptive, but when he kisses you at the conclusion of the ceremony, it's…intense, to say the least. The mild ache that settled itself between your thighs last week seems to swell, sending a fresh wave of arousal to your core. When he slides his tongue past your lips, all you want to do is release a wanton moan directly into his mouth and rub yourself shamelessly against him. The fact that you’re standing on a platform while the entire world looks on is really the only thing that stops you.
The fact that this is your immediate reaction scares you a bit. You know it’s biology—soulbonds are meant to be consummated isn’t just a saying—but there’s part of you that feels like you should have a stronger handle on that impulse. You are mad at him, you remind yourself. He took over your entire planet, installed himself as king, and then had the audacity to be your soulmate. Focus. Be angry.
You wonder if your family and friends are watching. Your phone ran out of battery the night after he found you and you haven’t had the heart to charge it. You’re barely managing your own emotional reaction—you’re not ready to invite anyone else into it just yet.
The rest of your wedding day is a blur. You meet a bunch of important people and retain exactly none of their names or roles. There is an elaborate multi-course feast and you manage to eat without spilling food on your dress, which feels like a small miracle. You meet more important people and somehow retain even less information. You dance—a few dances with important people whose names you’ve forgotten, but mostly with Loki. The sun sets. They bring out an elaborate dessert course. You dance again. Loki’s hand on your waist fans the flames of desire that you’re trying so hard to ignore.
Finally, you’re whisked away to prepare for bed. It took three people to get you into your dress, and it takes just as many to get you out. They help you into a nightgown that you also didn’t get to pick out—and in fact, it’s the first time you’re seeing it at all. It’s almost too pretty to sleep in, though you suppose that’s the point—you’re supposed to fall asleep naked and sated in the arms of your new husband (god, it’s so weird that you have a husband). You’re not so sure that this is the specific fate that’s in your cards, but you anticipate the nightgown will be coming off at some point this evening. In the interim, you look stereotypically virginal in white lace and chiffon, a glittering emerald pendant resting in your cleavage.
You’ve been staying in a guest suite since he found you, but tonight, they bring you to his rooms. Your rooms, you suppose. Somehow, you doubt he’s the sort who believes that husbands and wives should sleep separately.
The lights are on, but it’s quiet. You wonder if he’s even here.
You approach the couch that sits in front of the floor to ceiling windows that overlook the city. You can see fireworks and twinkling lights of different celebrations and your stomach clenches like a fist. It’s supposed to be in honor of you. Earth’s new queen. A title that shouldn’t even exist, let alone belong to you.
You turn away from the window and sit down on the couch. You stare at the wall, hands twisting the delicate fabric of your nightgown in your lap.
You hear a sound in the other room—his study, you think—and your heart leaps to your throat, practically buzzing with an emotion that feels like the strange cousin of anxiety and anticipation.
You keep your eyes locked on the wall as you listen to his footsteps draw closer.
“It’s customary to announce yourself when you enter someone’s quarters, you know.”
You pause for a moment before letting your gaze trail to him. It’s a conscious, obnoxious power play on your part—you are trying to show him that you still have agency, that he has not yet won your respect or admiration.
You’re not even sure that it registers, which only serves to irritate you further.
He is still wearing most of his wedding clothes, though he’s taken off the fine surcoat from the ceremony, exposing the soft tunic he was wearing underneath. He is smirking—that seems to be his expression of choice, you’ve noticed.
“Aren’t these my rooms too?” you ask. “Is it customary to announce myself in my own space?”
You are trying to be rude, but it doesn’t seem to matter: he simply laughs.
“You are spirited,” he says, looking you over appreciatively, stirring a wild and burning need in your hips, slickness collecting in the lacy white underwear that had been chosen for you.
“And you intend to break me, is that it?” you snap with more venom than is perhaps wise.
“Of course not.” His answer surprises you, though you are determined to not let that show in your face. “Your will is part of your appeal. I’d no sooner crush a rose beneath my boot.”
You are skeptical of this claim given the amount of damage he did to New York City, but your traitorous cunt throbs at his words nonetheless.
“I’m not happy about any of this, you know,” you say, hoping that your anger will act like roiling floodwaters on the firestorm of lust that’s continuing to build in your hips.
It doesn’t, of course. What’s worse: he laughs. Again.
“I’d gathered,” he says. “You are wonderfully unsubtle when you’re angry.”
“I mean, are you surprised?” you say irritably. “I didn’t even get to pick out my own wedding dress, for fuck’s sake.”
“This is the burden of the office, I’m afraid,” he says. “Your wants and desires are often secondary to the needs of the crown.”
You bite down hard on the inside of your cheek to keep yourself from screaming at him. “I think you’re missing the point.”
“I think you’ll find I’m not.”
You let out one long breath. “Are you trying to irritate me?”
Another smirk. “I’m afraid I simply have a gift for it.”
You finally give in and scowl. “Great. This is going about as well as I had expected.”
His eyes drift down the column of your throat to the emerald pendant resting in your cleavage and then to the bodice of your nightgown. “Perhaps it’s time we concern ourselves with activities that require less talking.” He licks his lips and brings his gaze back up to yours.
“I’m not entirely convinced anything would stop you from talking,” you say.
“I suspect letting me bury my tongue in your cunt might do the trick.”
For the first time today, you are entirely speechless. The fire burning low in your hips roars into an inferno, like someone has poured accelerant along your nerves and Loki has struck a match. You take in one shaky breath, your heart thrumming in your throat.
“That’s what I thought,” he says with a dark sort of smugness. “To bed, wife.”
You steadfastly ignore the way your stomach jumps when he calls you ‘wife.’ Why is that hot? It shouldn’t be hot.
You’re tempted to argue with him some more—you don’t like giving him even the vaguest impression that you’re following his orders or anything like that—but one smoldering look from him has your heart pounding and another wave of fresh arousal flooding between your legs. You follow him to the bed, trying to keep your expression neutral and indifferent.
He pulls you firmly against him and you wonder if he can feel your heart pounding in your chest. There’s no space between you—you can feel his stomach muscles expand and contract with every slow intake of breath, the press of his slowly hardening cock against your stomach.
He tilts your face up to his and claims your mouth in a devouring kiss, and this time, the moan that you’d held back during the ceremony slips from your lips almost immediately. He makes a low growling noise in return, his hands sliding to the row of small pearl buttons that hold up the back of your nightgown.
You suspect that beyond aesthetic and functional value, the purpose of these buttons is to facilitate a slow, sexy reveal; Loki undoes exactly two and a half buttons before roughly pulling the edges of the fabric apart, the remaining buttons snapping from their threads and pinging against the floor.
You pull away from him, immediately annoyed. “Do you make a habit of ruining other people’s things? What if I wanted to wear that again?”
He laughs, tugging the fabric off your shoulders. “Perhaps you forget the extraordinary powers I have at my command,” he says, staring greedily at your breasts as he tugs the nightgown down your waist, pulling it off your hips so it falls to the floor. “I could tear this gown off you every night and remake it every morning with no more than a click of my fingers.”
Fucking magic powers undercutting your goddamn fucking point.
“Yeah, well, you’re still a jackass,” you say sourly, unwilling to concede the point any further.
His smile is sharp in a way that makes you shiver and he slips his hand into your underwear, his smile growing as he feels how slick you are. “It doesn’t seem to bother you all that much, does it?”
You try to keep your expression stern, but his fingers find your clit and you can’t help the moan that falls from your lips.
“Your sweet cunt is so ready to come.” He slides a finger into you and you whimper. “It’s obscene how wet you are for me.”
You bite back a plea and kiss him instead. His mouth is rough on yours, teeth nipping at your lower lip, tongue plundering your mouth. He slides a second finger into you and you keen.
“Yes,” he groans against your mouth. “Take it like a good girl.”
You clench around his fingers and your hands seek purchase in his hair. You tug on it lightly and he growls with pleasure before he pulls away, his hands moving to the waistband of your underwear and tugging it off your hips.
“Get on the bed.” His tone brooks no arguments. “Now.”
It’s tempting to talk back, tempting to resist. You are still angry about every aspect of this relationship and this stupid fucking wedding. But you know you need this—the dull ache in your hips is only growing more pronounced with every passing moment and the brief feeling of his fingers on your clit was nothing short of heaven. Soulbonds are meant to be consummated and your body seems to be doing everything it can to propel you toward that end.
You kick your underwear the rest of the way off before sitting down on the bed and lying back on the pillows.
He pauses for a moment to look you over, his gaze trailing lazily over your bare skin, his hand absently moving to palm his cock through his trousers. “Spread your legs,” he says. You do and you catch a breath of a groan from him as he stares at you. Your cunt throbs in response and you bite your lip to keep yourself from whimpering.
He allows himself one moment before he crawls on the bed to join you. He kneels between your legs, staring greedily at your exposed cunt, running a thumb along the edge of your folds. Your hips rock upward involuntarily, chasing his hand, seeking friction.
“Such a pretty cunt,” he murmurs. “So soaking wet, so desperately needy for my touch.” He pauses again, licking his lips. “I think I might need a taste.”
Your breath stutters in your chest and he kisses the inside of your thigh, slowly licking and sucking his way upward in a tantalizing preview of what’s to come. You’re already soaking and you can feel yourself growing wetter as his sinful mouth draws closer and closer to your aching need.
You’re not entirely sure whether it’s a moan or a whine that passes your lips when he finally licks that first long, lazy stripe from your entrance all the way up to your clit. He groans low and wanting against your cunt, his tongue rolling over your clit once more before he catches it between his lips and slowly begins to suck.
There is no getting around it: Loki is a pro at eating pussy.
It would be easier if he wasn’t, you find yourself thinking somewhere in the haze between orgasms. If he were mediocre, it would make it so much easier to be angry at him, to resent your current situation. This is not to say that you’ve abandoned your anger at all—you are still mad. But your anger feels so much less effective when he’s spent a solid ninety minutes with his head between your legs and you’ve lost track of the number of times he’s made you come.
He is—predictably—infuriatingly smug about all of this.
Your first orgasm arrives so quickly that it seems to take you both by surprise. And indeed, he lifts his head moments later, already smirking.
“That was awfully quick, wife,” he says. The glint in his eye tells you that he absolutely noticed how you reacted to that name earlier and you have to bite the inside of your cheek to keep from scowling.
“Maybe you’re out of practice,” you say. Even as you say it, it doesn’t sound convincing (it doesn’t even make sense when you think about it later) and Loki laughs outright.
“I think not,” he says, carefully sliding one long index finger inside of you. “I think your poor cunt has been sorely neglected, either by you or some subpar lover you took to ease the ache of missing me.” He adds a second finger and you bite your lip to keep in a moan. “I think you’ll be begging for me before the night is out.” His fingertips press teasingly against that spot inside you and you take in a sharp breath.
He starts lazily moving his fingers in and out of you and while it feels good, you know it’s not going to be enough to get you there. You suspect, from the way that he’s smirking, that he knows this, too.
“Do you want my mouth again? I don’t think you’re done.”
“You’re trying to be a jerk and I don’t like it,” you say.
He laughs and draws his thumb briefly over your clit. “Darling, I only want you to tell me what you want.”
Your eyes narrow. “Why?”
“I think you can understand the appeal of hearing a beautiful woman beg for your touch.”
His compliment immediately clashes with the suggestion that you begging for him is a possibility.
He smiles, catlike, like he knows exactly what you’re thinking.
“You need my mouth again,” he says, fingers curling inside you. “You need more. I can feel how wet you are, sweet thing.” His thumb presses against your clit and retreats as soon as your breath hitches.
“I could keep you like this for hours. Days, even,” he says, lazily stroking his fingers inside you. “I could keep you right on the edge, begging for your release. But I don’t think you want that. Even I don’t want that. I think you want to come again right now and I think you want my mouth.”
“I’m not begging you for it,” you say.
“I’ve only asked you to tell me what you want,” he says. “I’ve merely expressed that I find the idea of you begging very appealing.”
You want to smack him. With your luck, though, that would turn out to be one of his kinks and then you’ll really be in for it. Your fingers flex against the sheets.
“Do you want to come, darling? Do you want my mouth again?” he asks with a feigned innocence that suggests it’s not a loaded question, even as the glint in his eyes tells you it is.
You’re silent for a beat and then his thumb returns to your clit, pressing and stroking as his fingers curl inside of you. Your hips rock with his hand and you have to bite your lip to keep yourself from moaning aloud when he stops a few seconds later, his eyebrows raised like he’s expecting your answer.
This exchange repeats four more times. On the fifth, you finally break.
“Please,” you whimper. You sound more desperate than you would prefer, but your overwhelming need to come has quickly superseded whatever shreds of decency you have left.
“Please what?” he asks, radiating smugness.
You’re not quite so far gone that you can’t manage a scowl, which he only laughs at.
“I’m waiting…” he says, his fingers curling in a teasing way.
You know there’s no getting around this. “I need to come.”
He looks at you with a raised eyebrow, like he’s expecting more.
You resist the urge to sigh. “I need your mouth. Please.”
He barely spares a second for a wicked grin and a growl of praise that only elevates your need before he’s lowering his mouth again to your clit.
Your second orgasm is somehow even quicker than the first, only this time, you’re already whimpering for the next one as soon as you catch your breath.
Mercifully, he doesn’t lift his mouth from your cunt this time, though he does give you a wicked look that more or less says the same thing.
His fingers are wonderful, but you know they’re no substitute for his cock. And while he has made you come so many times already, the need to have him inside of you continues to grow, settling into a dull ache in your hips.
“I need you to fuck me,” you finally breathe as the aftershocks of your latest orgasm fade back to that ache.
He lifts his head for a minute. “I intend to, but I don’t think you’re done yet.”
Your eyes widen as he seals his lips back around your clit.
“I mean, I’ve just—fuck—I’ve just had more…c-consecutive orgasms than I’ve ever had before in my life, you’re—oh my god, yes—you’re not exactly leaving me wanting—oh fuck.”
He stays silent, but it’s because his tongue is working over your clit. You, on the other hand, are in the process of undercutting your own point. A few more strokes of his tongue and you are coming again, your hips jerking hard against his mouth.
He doesn’t stop after that, either—he draws more orgasms from you, groaning into your cunt when you pull on his hair.
Your pleas for him to fuck you become increasingly desperate with every orgasm, until he finally lifts his head.
“What was it that you wanted?” he asks with a smirk that tells you he needs absolutely no clarification whatsoever.
“Fuck me, please. I need to be fucked, I need your cock,” you say. You feel restless and desperate, the ache inside you growing with every passing second.
“Oh, darling, all you needed to do was ask,” he says, his tone overly cloying.
You’re not quite so far gone that you can’t manage a scowl. “I have been asking. Repeatedly.”
He laughs and begins to undress. You suspect he’s doing this to torture you—you know he could remove his clothes in one go if he wanted to.
He peels his shirt off first and your lips part involuntarily as you take in the firm expanse of muscle of his chest and abdomen, your fingertips itching with the need to touch him. You grip the sheets instead in the vain hope that it might make a difference (it doesn’t).
But even the enticing expanse of his chest is no match for what’s to come.
He removes his trousers with achingly precise slowness. You expect him to be hard; what you’re not expecting is the primal response that it invokes in you. His cock is long, thick, and hard, the head already slick with pre-come. It’s not just for you—it’s because of you.
You swallow hard as he turns to face you fully. You’re so distracted by his cock that you almost miss the smug smirk, which he makes no attempt to hide. He knows he’s hot, he knows he has a beautiful cock, and he knows that you are absolutely aching for him. It is profoundly irritating.
He wraps his hand around his cock, wetting his lips as he casually strokes himself once. “Do you want me?” he asks with the sort of tone and expression that tells you he absolutely knows the answer.
You could yell at him. The prospect is certainly tempting. But you’re not sure that it’s worth it, not with the way your cunt is throbbing with the need to be filled with his beautiful, thick cock.
“Loki, please.” It comes out as more of a whine than you’d like, but you decide that you can live with it.
You are treated to a particularly wolfish grin before he starts stalking towards you.
There’s a large part of you that expects him to flip you over and take you from behind, rough and fast and impersonal. But instead, he climbs on top of you and draws you into a kiss. It’s deep and slow and heightened by the heavy weight of his bare cock pressing against your belly, drops of pre-come smearing against your skin.
Your back arches and your right leg snakes around his waist, trying to pull him closer, urging him to finally ease the ache inside of you. But he takes his time, kissing you slowly, running his hands over your breasts and hips, rocking his cock against you, but not inside of you.
You don’t like begging—it feels too much like offering up a vulnerability—but it becomes increasingly difficult not to give into the urge the longer he stays on top of you like this.
“Loki,” you finally say when he starts peppering sharp, sucking kisses against your throat.
“What is it, my love?” he asks with a faux confusion that you can see through right away.
“You know what I want,” you say as evenly as you can manage.
“Mmm, let me hear you say it just once more,” he says.
“Please fuck me.”
You’re expecting another negotiation, another battle of wits, but instead, he gives you a rather sharp grin and adjusts his hips so he can rub the tip of his cock up and down the length of your cunt. And then, to your surprise, he lines his cock up at your entrance and slowly begins to ease inside of you.
There’s a part of you—a large part of you—that’s surprised by how careful he is. He’s gentle, slowly pressing into you, giving you time to adjust, his movements careful. He does this all in such a way that you might not notice if you didn’t think to look—he wants you to think that he’s not doing any of what he’s doing. He wants you to think he’s not thinking of you when he is, that the care and precision of his movements are merely a pleasant coincidence. You’re not sure how you know this, but you feel certain.
He waits to kiss you until he’s pressed fully inside you, and you realize this is another illusion, another cover so you don’t realize that he’s giving you another moment to adjust to him.
It’s oddly considerate—irritatingly so. The coals of your anger still burn bright in your heart, but they flicker for just a moment.
But then he begins to move and coherent thoughts flee your mind entirely.
He feels so good. You’re not sure if it’s the soulbond itself, the dopamine and serotonin, or if he just knows the perfect way to move, but the first thrust has your toes curling and that warm heat stirring in your belly. You’ve already come so many times tonight that it feels impossible that your body should be capable of more, but you know immediately that he’s going to bring you right back over the edge if he keeps moving the way he is.
And he’s showing no signs of stopping, either.
“Norns,” he breathes, pressing a kiss against your neck, “you feel perfect. So warm and tight.”
You shiver, your cunt clenching reflexively around his slowly stroking cock. He grins and presses his lips up against your ear.
“Do you like hearing how your snug little cunt fits me like a glove?”
You would prefer to be able to lie in this particular moment—instead, your body immediately betrays you and your legs tighten around his waist as your cunt shudders around him.
You can practically feel his sharp, hungry smile as he nips at your earlobe. “I can feel how much you do,” he murmurs. A devastating swivel of his hips has you uttering a gasping whine that you are not at all proud of.
“That’s it.” He’s swiveling his hips on every other thrust now and you know the moment he switches to that exclusively, it’s all over. “You’re so close,” he purrs with confidence that annoys you just a little, even in your pre-orgasmic stupor.
But then he swivels his hips again and you shudder before you can hide it and he notices…and does it again.
And again.
Fuck.
Your orgasm starts barreling toward you at an impossibly fast pace and his eyes glitter because he knows.
“You’re going to come for me.” It’s not even a command—it’s just a statement as he rolls his hips in those devastating thrusts.
You whimper, your back arching.
“Give into it. Let me feel you.”
One more push of his cock against that sweet spot inside you and you can’t fight it any more. Your muscles tense one last time and you cry out as you come hard on his cock.
“Oh, beautiful,” he groans, his eyes closing as he fucks you through it.
It seems to last a long time, drawn out every time the head of his cock drags against that sensitive spot that sent you over the edge in the first place. He pauses briefly to bring your legs up over his shoulders, which makes his cock hit a spot even deeper inside you that feels so good it pulls a strangled sob from your throat.
Loki groans, his pace increasing, one hand falling between your legs to rub at your clit. It’s so much, but it feels better than anything. You feel another orgasm rising in your hips and you whimper.
“Good girl, fucking take it,” he slurs. You can tell that he’s getting close from the way his thrusting is becoming more frantic, how he tips his head back and grips your hips even harder.
“Come for me,” he growls. “I’m going to fill your lovely cunt with my seed. Come for me.”
Your vision whites out and your back arches as you come. If you were capable of rational thought, you would be angry that your body simply obeyed this simple directive; as it is, it’s hard for you to process anything other than how good he feels inside of you.
You can tell he’s approaching his end and he’s utterly captivating to watch. His eyes are screwed shut, brow furrowed and lips parted as he lets out a low groan that makes your toes curl.
His eyes open in the final throes and he surges forward to kiss you. He moans softly into your mouth as he comes, his whole body shuddering.
You feel dreamy and sated as he slows to a halt, lowering his head to the crook of your neck. The restless ache inside you is finally quiet—at least for now.
You expect him to roll off you and fall asleep—the portrait of a cliche. Instead, he stays with you, the warm heat of his breath ghosting over your shoulder. You can feel his cock still throbbing inside of you.
You should push him away, reclaim the distance between you. You’re angry at him, after all.
But also…it feels nice.
It’s just the endorphins, you tell yourself. It’s hormones. It doesn’t mean anything.
You can feel the lie prickling at the edges of the thought, sharp and needling, like ground glass pressing against bare skin. It means a lot of things; you just wish it didn’t.
Be angry.
His lips brush against your shoulder. More of your muscles relax. It’s nice.
Be angry.
You’re tired though. It’s been a really long day and the bed is soft and the weight of Loki on top of you is oddly reassuring.
Maybe just for tonight. Maybe just this once you’ll allow yourself to fall asleep in his bed.
“I’m still mad at you,” you say. It feels too sharp, too strident. The lady doth protest too much, methinks. He doesn’t know you, though, not really, and so you can only hope that he misses the subtle catch in your voice, that little note of uncertainty.
“I’d expect nothing less.” His voice is slightly muffled against your shoulder.
Goddammit, why does this have to be so comfortable?
He shifts slightly, easing out of you. You feel the resulting mess vanish before it even hits your thigh. At least he’s considerate.
You scowl at the thought.
“Sleep,” he says after a moment. “You’ll need your strength to rage at me in the morning.”
“I can rage at you in my sleep,” you say as your eyes slide shut.
“I’m sure you can,” he says. “Sleep.”
And despite all your complicated feelings—your anger, the inherent feeling of ease you get from his embrace, your unease with your new title, your homesickness—you find that the pull of sleep is too tempting to resist and the world slowly fades away.
595 notes · View notes
michelleleewise · 1 year
Text
Bewitched
Pairing: Loki x female reader
Warnings: somnophilia, thigh riding, masturbation, spells gone wrong, "sex-pollen" type fic, swearing, dirty talk, loki speaking Norwegian, swearing, mildly explicit smut, unprotected sex, penatration (p in v), fluffy ending.
Summary: you borrowed a book from Loki's personal library, and weren't prepared for the consequences.....
A/n-graphics by @harlequin-hangout. This story inspired by my dear @mochie85 and her amazing story "Pheromones". Thank you so much my dear for all your help and support!! This story absolutely got away from me, it's definitely longer so be prepared 💚💚
Tumblr media Tumblr media
You walked into Loki's room, slowly closing the door behind you making your way to his overly large book case. He had been away on a mission for the last week, but told you to feel free to borrow whatever you wished. Carefully putting back the ones you had borrowed you browsed his large collection. Running your fingers along the spines you couldn't help smile, knowing you were one of the only ones, if not the only one allowed in his room, let alone allowed to borrow his books.
Over the last year you had grown close to the God, being born with powers you didn't understand, let alone control had made your life burdensome. You didn't have many friends, your family had basically disowned you, dropping you at an orphanage. Apparently you were too unpredictable for them to handle. But Loki had taken you under his wing, helped you understand your abilities, even training you to control them. On more then one occasion telling you how proud he was of you....calling you his "little witch" making your heart flutter.
You wandered over to his personal books, ones he had been able to save and being back with him when they had to leave Asgard and come to earth. You pulled out one of the larger volumes, Your fingers running over the golden runes inscribed on the cover. Tucking it under your arm remembering you could translate it with your phone you walked back towards the door, glancing around seeing his daggers displayed on the wall, his desk neatly organized not a thing out of place. A warm feeling running over you picturing him laying on the couch reading...sitting at the desk writing some long letter, his long slender fingers wrapped around his pen.
A shudder running through you thinking about those fingers gliding aross your skin, gently wrapping around your throat as he took what he wanted from you, claiming you for his. You shook the images out of your head remembering he was your friend, your mentor, your teacher. He would never see you as you saw him. Sighing you hugged the book to your chest, grabbing the knob turning the lights off as you closed his door, smiling as you made your way back to your room excited to see what knowledge the book contained.
Tumblr media
"AGAIN!" Loki yelled, throwing another green blast at you, deflecting it just in time as another came out of nowhere knocking you off your feet. You laid on your back trying to catch your breath when he came over looking down at you "have you not kept up your training in my absence?" He asked crossing his arms "y...yes...i...have." You panted grabbing your chest "then you would not be so easy to defeat. On your feet, we are going again." He said sternly walking out of your vision. You sat up watching him walk to the other side of the room, he looked powerful, regal, you would give him the world if you could. "I said up...now!" He yelled making you jump.
You got to your feet, bringing your hands up holding them out emitting a purple glow, watching his glow green. "This time you shall have no warning, you must react on instinct y/n." He said as you nodded, planting your feet in a defensive stance, watching him slowly stalk around you. Your anxiety rose as your eyes followed him, traveling between his hands and his face seeing him smirk. You saw something in your peripheral, turning slightly to see what it was you were hit in the chest hard by Loki's seidr, once again landing on your back. "Y/n where are you? You are not focusing!" He yelled as you sat up rubbing your chest.
"Loki, I'm only....ow human. What do you...." you were cut off as he drug you up to your feet, gripping your shoulders "you are not merely human y/n, your are...more." He said clenching his jaw "and I expect more from you then what you are giving me." He snapped as you looked to the floor "i..I'm sorry, it's just.." you started "don't be sorry, be better. How am i to be sure you will be alright out there hmm?" He asked as you looked back up at him, the green of his eyes seeming to glow "how will I know...." he started, feeling his thumb rubbing your arm, his eyes shooting to your lips and back. "Loki..." you whispered when he dropped his hands "I expect better next session." He said storming towards the door, leaving you alone with your wounded pride.
You made it back to your room, the look of disappointment on Loki's face was burned into your mind as you walked to the bathroom. You knew when he came back from missions he was like this. Harder, firmer, more demanding, but it didn't hurt any less seeing that look. "I'll never be good enough." You sighed, turning the shower on you slipped your training clothes off, throwing them in the corner as you stepped into the shower, the hot water making you wince as it hit your sore muscles. You wanted to be better, to impress him but it seemed to be a losing battle. You sighed, wrapping a towel around you you walked into your bedroom. Putting on a tank top and some sleep shorts you walked into the living room.
Flopping down on the couch you saw Loki's book on the coffee table. You hadn't had a chance to look at it yet with everything that had been going on, but now would be as good a time as any. You got up, grabbing your phone and a piece of paper and pen you sat back down, opening the book to a random page seeing the runes running along one side, a picture of a heart engulphed in flames on the other. You slid to the floor, opening your phone you went down the page finding the word for each rune writing down the translation, smiling as you reached the end. "Ok, now let's see what your saying." You said to yourself leaning back.
Hearts Desire
Suns shine, and moons shimmer,
Love and passion meet in shadow,
The fire burns, the flames grow higher,
The body yearns, the hunger grows,
Only sated by your hearts desire...
As you recited the last line you saw the book begin to glow on the table, the runes shimmering with a gold light on the page before suddenly stopping. "What the..." you said to yourself, running your fingers across the page feeling a shock in your fingers making you pull your hand back. "Ooook, I think that's enough reading for tonight." You said, carefully closing the book you put you phone down as you stood up feeling light headed. "Time for bed." You said Turning the lights off you climbed under the covers. Knowing you had another training session with Loki tomorrow you closed your eyes, willing sleep to take you.
Tumblr media
You rolled over, groaning as the blankets stuck to your damp skin. Looking at the clock seeing it was just past midnight you sighed. You put your hand on your forehead wiping the sweat away "why is it so hot in here?" You breathed, throwing the covers off you went to stand feeling your knees try to buckle. "I better not be getting sick" you said to yourself slowly making your way to the thermostat seeing it was still set at a cool sixty degrees. "What the hell." You turned on the ac, going back to bed you layed down, the cool sheets making you sigh as you closed your eyes trying to go back to sleep.
Images flashed in your mind. Long dark hair...deep green eyes that seemed to penatrate your soul...long fingers running up your thighs, moving up to slowly caress your clit..."Come to me darling...I need you." You heard furrowing your eyebrows feeling the fingers slide down towards your entrance. "Come....now!" The voice growled as the fingers pushed inside you waking you with a gasp. You shot up, looking around into the dark room seeing you were alone "Holy hell." You panted rubbing your eyes. You scooted forward feeling the wetness between your legs, your body covered in a sheen of sweat "maybe a shower will help." You sighed, scooting off the bed, the friction of your shorts against your core making moan as you braced the wall. "That must have been some dream." You thought making your way to the bathroom.
You turned on the cold water, stepping inside you let out a deep breath. You felt like your were burning from the inside out. You closed your eyes standing under the spray when the images returned. You hand slowly sliding down between your thighs, opening yourself up as you saw Loki...standing before you In nothing but his leather pants, slowly stalking towards you with a hunger in his eyes "come to me pet...I must have you." He purred, reaching out his large hand he wrapped it around your throat, his eyes boring into you. You worked your fingers through your folds, circling your clit feeling a shiver run through you as he leaned down, feeling his breath on your neck "I will give you pleasure as you have never known...all you must do is...come." He said sternly.
"L..loki..." you moaned, feeling your orgasm wash over you, pressing your thighs together at the feeling. You opened your eyes seeing the white tile wall "god...if only." You panted. You finished washing up, wrapping a towel around you you grabbed another tank top and clean shorts you sat on the bed, the pressure on your core making you moan. "What is happening?" You said to yourself shaking your head. You had dreamt of Loki before...numerous times but usually a little self care would sate your lust until the next dream, but now it only seemed to make things worse. You slipped your clothes on, feeling your body begin to heat up again, worse then before. "A...am I dying?" You said to yourself, gripping the side of the bed goaning as another wave of pleasure rolled over you.
Your eyes shot open remembering the book, the letters glowing as you read from it. "Oh shit...I cursed myself." You said rubbing your temples feeling sweat beading on your skin. "L...loki! I need to talk to loki, he'll...ahhh...know what to do." You moaned, slowly standing up feeling another wave push through you. Looking over seeing it was past two in the morning. "Well, I hope he's awake." You sighed, making your way to the door, nails digging into the handle as a another wave washed over you, your core feeling like it's om fire "I....ahh....better hurry." You moaned, quickly making your way to the elevator you pressed the button hard as the next wave hit you making you knees buckle. "Aahh fuck.." you moaned gripping the wall.
You made it to his floor, slowly walking out of the elevator you braced yourself on the wall, another hit you hard bringing you to your knees. "Holy shit..." you panted, standing up you felt the wetness between your thighs soaking your shorts. "L..loki..." you moaned making it to his door. You pressed your forehead to it, sighing as the cold wood met your hot skin. "Loki..." you breathed, knocking to be met with silence. Your thighs clenched together as you tried to knock again, still not getting a response you gripped the handle, turning it finding it unlocked. "Oh thank God." You sighed slowly pushing the door open.
Tumblr media
You stepped inside, quietly closing the door looking around the dark room. Your body shivered as the scent of pine and sandalwood washed over you. You shook your head, trying to clear your thoughts "Lo..." you started, wincing feeling the skin under your ear burn, putting your hand over it feeling your skin hot to the touch. "Fuck.." you whispered looking back across the room, seeing the bedroom door slightly ajar. You walked towards it, you mind getting hazier the closer you got. "L..loki..." you whispered, slowly pushing the door open, the moonlight streaming through the window giving the room a soft glow when your eyes met his sleeping form, biting your lip seeing the sheet pooled around his hips, revealing his bare chest.
You opened your mouth trying to say his name, a moan coming out in its place as you gripped the door knob, leaning over as your head swam. Squeezing your thighs together you stood up, your vision hazy as you walked towards the bed, slowly making your way across the bed, running your fingers along the soft sheets looking down at him. You stood at the side of the large bed, his long hair splayed across the pillow making your hand twitch, you needed to touch it...now. You leaned down, slowly sliding back the sheets hearing him groan lightly as you climbed in next to him, carefully scooting towards him pressing your front to his side hearing him sigh.
You leaned up on your elbow, reaching your hand up you gently moved his hair exposing his long neck, smiling seeing a small freckle under his ear. You leaned down pressing a gentle kiss to it, his skin warm on your lips hearing him groan. You continued peppering small kisses to his neck as your hand slowly slid across his stomach, moaning as your fingers found the light patch of hair that traveled down. flattening your palm your hand slid down, feeling his muscles tense as your fingers grazed his adonis belt. "Loki.." you whispered against his skin as you went lower, your fingers running through the tuft of hair just above what you wanted most. "Y/n.." he moaned softly, freezing hearing him say your name, looking up seeing his eyes still closed.
Was he dreaming about you..you thought as your lips pressed back to his skin feeling his head turn slightly. Your pressed your thigh over his as your hand found what it was searching for, smiling feeling him hard as you slowly wrapped your fingers around him, groaning as you realized you couldn't get them all the way around him. "Mmm..god..." you moaned into his neck as you slowly moved your hand up and down, stoking him as you teeth grazed his skin. You groaned feeling him twitch in your hand as his hips rocked upwards meeting your strokes. "Mmm... I need you so bad." You whispered into his ear hearing his breath hitch.
You slowly rocked your hips against his thigh in rhythm with your hand. Tightening your grip you stoked him harder, your lips traveling to his collar bone as you squeezed your thigh against him, the friction on your clit sending electricity through you. "Y...y/n..." he groaned as your teeth grazed his collar bone. "Loki..." you breathed into his skin feeling him stiffen "w...what are you...ahhh...." he hissed grabbing your wrist stopping your movements. You looked up at him, his eyes wide as he stared at you "i...I need to feel you." You panted, releasing your grip on him you threw your leg over him, straddling his hips.
"Wait...y/n..." he trailed off trying to grab your hands as you tried to shift the sheet off of him. "P..please loki i...i need you." You panted, lifting your hips trying to get the sheet out from under you. "Y/n...stop this at once." He demanded as you looked into his eyes, a shudder running through you "i..I cant.." you whispered, leaning back you reached for the sheets again "Y/n...wait..." he said as you felt another wave slam into you, bracing yourself on his chest you rocked your hips against his erection, moaning at the friction when he suddenly bucked his hips, flipping you onto your back as he settled over you, pinning your wrists above your head in one large hand. He took in your appearance, seeing the sweat beading on your skin, your skin like fire under his hands. "What are you doing y/n?" He asked sternly as you dug your nails into your palm "i..need you." You whispered.
"You are not yourself, What did you do?" Loki asked sternly eyeing you. "Nothing! I just....please...." you pleaded, bringing your hips up as he pushed them back down with his other hand. "Y/n, I will not ask again, what..." he started as his eyes went to your neck, reaching up he grabbed your chin turning your head "all I did was borrow a few books while you were gone." You said shakely, feeling sweat pooling on your skin as his eyes met yours again "which books?" He asked still gripping your chin. "I..I don't know i..." you started "Dammit woman, which ones did you take?" He yelled making you shiver "i..I don't know the title...I just t..translated a page." You said shakely feeling your eyes burn. "P..please loki...I feel like I'm dying." You said feeling a tear escape your eye, traveling to your hair as he turned your head back.
He released your chin, his fingers ghosted over the skin of your neck, moaning when he touched where it burned the most, your thighs gripping his sides feeling another wave of arousal wash over you, your walls clenching around nothing. "Hearts desire..." he whispered splaying his large hand against your neck. "It appears you borrowed one of my spell books and...enchanted yourself." He said as his eyes met yours again. "A..m i...am I dying?" You whimpered feeling another tear fall as he wiped it away with his thumb "no my dear, you are not dying, not yet anyway" He said "but, your condition will worsen until you body becomes too hot and starts to shut down." He said feeling your forehead "how long ago did this happen?" He asked "a..a few hours or so." You said as he nodded. "H..how do I make it s..stop?" You asked shakely as he looked down "the only way to cure Hearts Desire is to become one with the one you...love." he whispered as your eyes widened.
A sob escaped you as he released your hands, leaning back slightly watching you "i...im s...sorry loki, I...I didn't want you to find out like this, or ever. i..." you cried, covering your face with your hands "I'm s...sorry." you said again as you shifted, trying to get out from under him when he grabbed your hips. "Where are you going?" He asked making you look at him "i...I've ruined everything with my stupidity and...." you rambled, feeling his finger prsss to your lips, it taking all your will power not to wrap your lips around it. "You need to calm down darling, your getting warmer." He said shifting closer to you "did you not hear me, your condition will worsen." He said sternly "i am going to help you." He said cupping your cheek "n..no! You don't have to do that, i..I'll just..." you trailed off "pleasure yourself? It will only make it worse." He said, gripping the sheets as you felt another roll through you, your nerve endings igniting making you whimper.
"Those sounds...you have no idea what you do to me my little witch." He groaned, pressing his hips to yours, feeling his erection rub against your clit "g..god....loki...." you moaned wrapping your arms around his back. "Let me take care of you." He whispered, leaning down pressing a kiss to your neck making your hips jerk. "I can smell you..." he groaned, rocking his hips into you as he leaned back, hooking his fingers under the band of your shorts, slowly sliding them down your legs "no panties hmm?" He purred, tossing them across the room. "I...they were dirty." You stuttered as he lowered himself back between your spread legs. "Oh, im sure they were my little vixen." He smiled, leaning down pressing a kiss to your collar bone.
You moaned feeling his hand slide up your thigh, slipping between you as his teeth grazed the top of your breast "mmm....you are soaking darling." He said, his long fingers gliding through your folds making you arch up into him. "P...please Loki...." you panted, screwing your eyes shut. You felt him shift, pulling the sheet from between you as his cock pressing into your thigh, precum smearing across your skin as he lined himself at your entrance "open those eyes for me, I want to see you as I take you." He growled. You opened your eyes, looking down seeing his cock begin to push into you. "Look at me." He said, as your eyes shot up to his "så vakker.." he whispered, pressing his hips forward, your nails digging into his back as he inched inside you, stretching you to your limit.
"Norns! Your so...warm, so...aahhh tight." He groaned, pressing his forehead to yours as he jerked his hips forward, knocking the wind out of you as he bottomed out. "Holy...fuck..." you panted, spreading your legs further apart as he pulled out to his tip, thrusting back in. You felt your body tingle as he slowly rocked in and out, keeping his pace slow. "L..loki....harder....fuck me....harder." you growled, sliding your hands down to his ass pulling him into you. "A...as you...mmm...wish." He growled, pulling out as he slammed into you, jolting you up the bed "oh fuck...yes..." you yelled, burying your face in his neck biting the skin under his ear hearing him growl.
"F...fuck....I can feel you...ahh squeezing me darling." He panted, snapping his hips hard, his pelvic bone hitting your clit with each thrust making your cry out. "I..I'm gonna..." you breathed, digging your nails into his cheeks as he pushed you up the bed. "Mm...min lille heks...ahhh...hvor jeg har lengtet etter deg." He said, slipping into his native tongue making you shudder. "kom for meg ... melk kuken min." He growled, slamming into you hard, your head hitting the headboard as your orgasm flooded over you, your walls clenching hard around him "c..come with me loki...fuck...let me feel you." You panted, feeling him twitch inside you as his hips met yours, holding himself in you as he spilled deep inside you. "Fuck...y/n J...Jeg elsker deg." He panted, dropping his head to your shoulder, his warm breath fanning against your skin.
He slowly pulled out, shifting to lay next to you as you stared at the ceiling. You pulled the sheet up covering yourself feeling your skin start to cool off, your mind clearing as you glanced over, seeing his eyes closed. You looked back to the ceiling, a knot forming in your stomach as you thought about what just happened. "Your thinking too loudly." He said making you look over at him, your eyes meeting his. "Im...I'm sorry Loki, about all of this." You said, pulling the sheet back starting to get up when you felt his hand on your shoulder pushing you back down as he leaned up on his elbow looking down at you
He reached up feeling your forehead smiling "how are you feeling my dear?" He asked tucking your hair behind your ear "b..better." you said looking down. "Is it true?" He asked, his eyes staring into you "umm..i...well you see..." you tried, looking back to the ceiling, feeling his fingers genlty grab your chin making you look at him. "Yes loki, it's true." You said gripping the sheet. He leaned down gently pressing his lips to yours, his tongue slowly sliding across your bottom lip. A warmth filled you, your toes curling feeling his tongue gently pass your lips, cupping your cheek as his tongue tangled with yours, his lips impossibly soft against your own as he claimed your mouth, biting your lip as he pulled back looking at. "Be mine y/n." He breathed, pressing his forehead to yours "i..what?" You asked tilting your head up "I have wanted you for so long, i would like to court you." He said smiling "y..yes Loki, I would like that very much." You smiled back as he pulled you towards him, laying on his back guiding your head to his shoulder "get some rest my dear, we can talk more tomorrow." He said running his fingers through your hair as you wrapped your arm around his middle "and y/n...no more books." He said making you laugh "ok, no more books." You agreed, closing your eyes slipping off to sleep listening to the steady beat of his heart....
Tumblr media
Translations-
hvor jeg har lengtet etter deg-how i have longed for you
min lille heks-my little witch
Jeg elsker deg-i love you
kom for meg ... melk kuken min-come for me...milk my cock
så vakker-so beautiful
@vbecker10 @lokisgoodgirl @springdandelixn @kinky-faerie @xorpsbane @midnights-ramblings @simping-for-marvel @holdmytesseract @kkdvkyya @slpnbty2001 @lokixryss @vane28282 @violethaze @coldnique @aniar4wniak @nate-ate-hate @buttercupcookies-blog @brattymum96 @dukes2581 @your-taste-on-my-lips @mybaby @blog-the-lilly @irishhappiness @sinsandguilt @filthyhiddles @lovebyloki @kikster606 @javagirl328 @misunderstoodself @highkeysimpingforloki @eleniblue @commanding-officer @athalialaufeyson @stupidthoughtsinwriting @lokiandbuckysdoll @loopsisloops @joyful-enchantress @jaidenhawke @silverfire475 @high-functioning-lokipath @kittiowolf210 @slytherclaw1227 @joyfullymassivewhispers @wolfsmom1 @libbybeaz @lokikissesmyforehead @goblingirlsarah @thomase1
4K notes · View notes
your-setting-lotion · 1 month
Text
"I can do....terrible things to you."
Pairing: agardian!reader x Loki
Warnings: profanity, PinV, unprotected sex(wrap it before you tap it), oral sex(f receiving), fingering, dirty talk, use of pet names (Prince, princess, pet, dearest, etc), Loki is a warning in itself, degradation, mocking, name calling (just once I think), choking (for a little while), just smut in general
Author's note: I just wanted to say this is my first ever written fic so have mercy on me. I just really wanted to use that sentence from the Loki series🤭It was also supposed to be shorter...it did not keep to that. I also wanted to say that with the word "undergarment" I do not mean modern day underwear. I mean undergarment as in from the 1700's (like depicted in the photo underneath this text). Don't ask me why I decided to do that, I don't know. I think I've just been watching too much Outlander these last few days. Alr I'll stop my rambling now. I hope everyone enjoys♡
Tumblr media
“Oh dear gods, another ball. How many of these are they going to organize?” Was my first thought when Thor asked me to go as his guest yet again the other day. I thought I wouldn’t be going.
And yet, here i am. Standing in a corner in the main hall of the majestic golden palace that the formerly mentioned prince calls home, with a glass of liquor in one hand and a small snack i grabbed from a faraway table in the other. Though i did want to support Thor in his victories of the week, that was not the true reason i came to another loud party.
“Quite the partygoer lately. Tell me, is it just because you enjoy being around obnoxiously drunk people or are you trying to charm my dear brother?"
And there it is. The infamous Loki Odinson, prince of Asgard, God of mischief and lies, to the irritation of many people. I know I wouldn't mind him getting mischievous at all though....
I eat the little one-bite snack in hopes of it distracting me from my thoughts, but to no avail.
Meanwhile, Loki keeps talking with a grin on his face and a sultry tone to his voice.
"If it is the latter, I suggest you stop, since he seems to have quite the interest in that other woman he's been eyeing all night."
I give him the best cocky look I can muster and answer back; "Thor does not have any interest in me and neither do I in him. He gets to ogle whoever he wishes, I thought you would know this, being his brother. Tell me, where is the sudden interest in your brother's love life coming from, dear prince."
"Oh please, a blind man would know he was shamelessly into her. Besides, how could I not be interested when my brother continuously invites the same woman to his... Celebrations."
He ogles me suspiciously, as if he doesn't believe I wasn't interested in that loveable blonde buffoon. I myself have a different type of God in mind. I opt to try and change his mind.
"Thor and I are friends. Why are you so interested in this?"
He hums dismissively and ogles the ongoing party.
"No interest in dancing?" he changes the subject.
"No, this dress is not a dancing type dress. Too tight and heavy. I should've opted for another, but it's too late now." he looked my dress up and down as I spoke, seemingly uninterested, though his tone of voice said otherwise.
"Well, beauty over functionality, isn't it? Seems as if you've succeeded in that area, at least."
My stomach flips and the corners of my mouth lift up into a faint taunting smile as I look up at him. "You think I look beautiful?"
He looks back at me, a faint trace of surprise tainting his expression. "Well yes, I wouldn't have said what i did if I did not think it. When have I ever been known to lie about my opinions, dearest?"
My mind jumps at the mention of the pet name and the compliment paired with it and although I tried to hide my surprise, the faint smirk on the God's face tells me enough. Nevertheless, I look at him with a playful light in my voice.
"Well, you are the god of lies. I would expect you to live up to this Title, as you do your other titles."
"Ah, and what titles are these, pray tell?" he asks as he looks at me with disdain, as if I offended him.
"Those of you being the god of mischief, as well as a relentless trickster. Though people say you usually can't do much harm." I chuckle at Sif's offensive words towards the prince of Asgard.
He chuckles with me, though I suspect because of something else, because his expression had turned darker, his gaze falling on mine again.
"Well, I assure you that I can do... Terrible things to you and anybody I wish."
He says in a low, dark voice, his unrelenting gaze catching the widening of my eyes and the heaving of my chest at his threatening words. Although his words do anything but scare me.
Is that a promise? I think to myself, my mind running wild with the different context his words could be said in.
He grins at me, still not letting his eyes wander from mine. "Do you want it to be?" he suddenly asks.
"What?" I manage to spurt out, shock and excitement having taken over my mind.
"Do you want it to be a promise?" he repeats his question with that same dark, knowing smile on his face.
Did I say that out loud? I'm certain I didn't.
"No, you didn't." he answers my thoughts once again and fear and embarrasment seep into my bones as I realize how he had known.
"How long have you been reading my mind?" I ask him with a shaky voice. He chuckles again, knowing he has the upper hand now. He drops his gaze to his shoulder gently touching mine. When did that happen?
"While you were inquiring why I was so interested in my brother's 'love life' as you put it."
Oh. My. Gods. He had seen and heard every single thing I had been thinking. How embarrassing. I wanted to dig a hole to Hel and stay there until I had melted into the fires forever.
"That's a bit dramatic." he tells me. I move away from him with a scowl, taking care that we didn't touch anymore so he couldn't read my mind any longer, but he already knew all of it. He had heard all my lewd thoughts about him and he thought it funny.
He still has that annoyingly handsome smirk plastered on his face as he gestures for us to move away from the busy crowd and into the halls that lead to various rooms. I decide to follow him. All the harm that could be done had already been done, so why not? He knew it all now. He is silent as we walk through the halls, muffled music still being heard from the party.
"You know, I would expect you to say something...." I trail off as he stops walking and opens a door we arrived at. He gestures for me to enter the room.
It is a lavishly elegant room, accents of gold layered the cream colored walls, a nightstand with multiple drawers and a bed with silky sheets line the left wall, while the other side of the room is dedicated to a roaring fireplace and two lounge couches in the same shade of green as the silk sheets on the bed. In the middle of the wall I am facing, there is a lavish balcony that had a beautiful view towards Asgard. Loki walks towards the bed and sits down on the golden bench in front of it.
I stay by the door, looking at him expectantly, hoping he would clear up the fact that we just entered (what I presumed is) his room without a word being said. He sighs and finally opens his mouth.
"Yes, you're right. I should say something." he pauses for a moment, looking me up and down, though this time not in a rude manner. No, this time it felt more like... Admiration. The God of Mischief and Lies is looking at me with admiration.
"You're a beautiful woman. I must say, I had my eye on you ever since you entered this castle for the first time. Though I thought my brother had claimed you for his own, due to him always inviting you to these gatherings. When you told me this wasn't the case, I decided to see if you were being truthfull or not. I must admit, it was an invasion of your privacy, but I do not regret it one bit."
He gestures for me to join him and sit next to him. I oblige and walked over to him, opting to stand due to the uncomfortability of my dress. He notices this and looked down with a smile gracing his lips.
"So yes, what I said is true. You are beautiful, though this dress could never do you justice. Plus, you seem incredibly uncomfortable in it."
I scoff at his words. "What, are you going to offer to take it off of me? I've heard that line a thousand times, it is not original. Besides, I very well think this dress makes me look exquisite. Why else would I wear it?"
"I did not say you didn't look beautiful in the dress. I am merely noting that it does not do you justice." he answers cockily
"And what would do me justice then, Prince?" I spit back at him, getting a little annoyed at his degrading tone, making my mind wander to unholy places once more.
His low chuckle echoes in my ears. Gods, that chuckle. It's so... Seductive.
"Won't tell, princess." the pet name surprises me. Sure, I had called him Prince, but he is a genuine Prince. I feigned nonchalance.
"Ah, there it is. Let me guess, you'd have to take off my dress to show me?" his playful expression turns into one of ice, filled with lust and seduction. It was a thrilling sight to see.
"You'd let me." he said, with full confidence, because he knew it was true. I didn't need to answer him as he stands and closes the small distance between us, making me look up because of his obnoxiously tall figure.
The playful twinkle in his eye had been replaced with something dark, possessive almost. My breath hitches in my throat as his hand ghosts up until it reached the dip of my waist, pulling me impossibly closer to him.
And I let him.
His gaze was ice cold as he inspected my entire face and figure again. Gods, I love it when he does that. He dips his head until I feel his breath near my ear.
"I know." he whispers into my ear. This asshole was reading my mind any time he could, but even if i could stop him, I don't think i would. He lifts his head to look at me again, this time a devillish smirk is playing at the corners of his mouth again.
Please kiss me already.
I beg to myself and I know he heard it. He finally dips his head down to my lips, I part them as I desperately await his kiss. He doesn't kiss me yet, though. He chuckles at my sigh of frustration, though it sounds more like a whine than I had intended.
His amused and torturous gaze lands on my desperate one. "What is it, pet?" he whispers against my lips. So close.... He knows exactly what he's doing. Of course he does. I'd waited so long, stayed up so many nights because of the thought of him being this close. Or closer....
My eyebrows furrowed at the thought of these nights and I know he saw. I know he knows exactly what I'm thinking, but I don't care. I want him. And I'll have him.
"Will you, now? Last I checked, I'm the Prince here. You are under my command, are you not?" he outright laughs at my attempt to kiss him, get him closer to me in any way. He moves away from me, opting to move towards one of the lavish Green couches on the other side of the room. He looks at me over his shoulder while he did so, plaguing me, teasing me with the distance he's creating.
I stare at my hands, nervously playing with my fingers whilst trying not to grieve the loss of his touch. His hand on my waist, His chest pressing against mine, his lips so close to mine... I hear him walking around for a bit while I'm still fidgeting with my fingers, not daring to look his way unless asked.
"Don't get shy now, pet. Look at me." I lift my head to see him sitting comfortably on the couch, his fine asgardian leather suddenly having been replaced with a pair of comfortable looking black lounge pants and... No shirt.
He's trying to get under my skin, I know it. But I don't care one bit as I let my gaze travel along the impressive muscle tone of the Prince, trailing from his shoulders to his chest, from his chest to his toned abs, from his abs to that perfect V-shape that's only disrupted by the thin fabric of his pants.
I let my eyes wander further up now, admiring the strong biceps and, Gods, those perfectly veiny arms. And finally those hands...i could stare at them all day, just the sight of them makes me almost want to drool.
He's so perfect. And he knows it as I finally meet his icy gaze and that same goddamn smirk that made my heart freeze and my hands tremble.
He knows it when he gestures for me to walk towards him and close the distance he so painstakingly created just a minute ago.
He knows it when he stands before me, pulling at the strong threads that were holding my dress together, making the first layer of my dress fall to the ground.
He knows it when he carefully unties my corset with gentle patience, unlacing it with his slender fingers and finally taking it off of me.
He knows it when I'm standing before him in my undergarment, looking me up and down, not with just hunger or lust, but with adoration and relief. The sheer fabric does nothing to hide my body, even showing off my nipples that had hardened due to the cold night air.
And gods, does he know it when he guides my arms to lay on his shoulders, peppering tender kisses onto every inch of skin he can find, pulling me closer and finally granting me the kiss I had been longing for ever since I had seen him for the first time.
His lips capture mine so perfectly in a dance of passion, not at all what I had expected from a God of mischief. I had expected something feral, completely driven by lust. Hel, I'm not sure I even expected him to outright kiss me. No, this exceeds all my expectations.
He carefully bites my lower lip, granting him entrance to lick inside my mouth and taste me, deepening the kiss. The feeling of excitement and arousal growing with every passing second.
He grinds himself into me, pulling me closer and closer. I can feel his cock getting hard through the fabric of his pants, making me clench my cunt around nothing. My hands roamed through his hair, not nearly as greasy as I had imagined, instead I am met with soft curls and a pretty sound coming from the Prince's lips as I tug at them.
He's everywhere. His arms around my waist, squeezing it tight and keeping me close to him. He overtowers me by far, and he has to lean down a distance even with me standing on my tiptoes to reach. His scent, his taste, his hands.
Gods, I need him. He breaks the kiss, but not without tugging at my bottom lip another time, a little rougher now, though.
His breath is steady, whereas mine is ragged and uncontrollable as he rests his forehead against mine, his lips still hovering so close to mine.
"I know, I need you too. You've no idea how long I've wanted you." he whispers, again answering my thoughts. I didn't mind this time, though. I want him to hear and see everything I am thinking. I want him to know what I want.
But that doesn't mean I'm not going to play first. He had been so gentle and loving and it feels so good to be worshipped, but that would have to wait for another time.
He lifts his head up to look at me. "What is it?" he asks, curiosity lacing his voice.
I smile at him, hoping it looks as seductive and entrancing as I want it to and take his hand, slowly guiding him towards the bed.
Upon reaching it, I lie down comfortably in the midst of the bed, tugging at him to do the same. He climbs on top of me, again ogling me with curiosity. This surprises me, if he was still reading my mind he would know what I am doing.
"Opting to not read my mind anymore?" I ask, with a smile.
"I thought it'd be more fun if I don't know exactly what you're going to do before you do it." he grins, seeing that this has pleased me. Now I can do what i want.
I tangle my hands in his hair again, watching his face as it contorts into a relaxed expression as I tug a bit at the strands again. I bring his lips to mine again, but this time, I want it to be different. I bite his lip roughly, making him open his mouth in surprise as I lick into him now, tasting berries and a tinge of alcohol on his tongue. I moan into his mouth at the taste and it seems he finally realized what I was trying to do. He kisses me back hungrily, seizing control again, much to my liking. He abruptly pulls away afterwards, much to my dismay.
He looks down at me with a knowing smirk on his face. "What's wrong, princess? Don't want me to be nice anymore? What do you want? Go on, say it. I know you know exactly what it is." he urges me on with a sultry tone to his words.
"Please...i want you to be mean to me."
"Really?" he feigns surprise, "whatever would you mean by that, darling?" he asks, starting to tease me by peppering kisses along my jaw.
"I want-" he shifts his body so he's lying perfectly on top of me. I can feel his cock rubbing against my clothed cunt and it sends a shiver down my spine. "Please just-" his kisses grow hungrier as he guides himself down to my neck. "Could you please be rough..." he bites down on my neck, emitting a gasp from me. I think that was his answer to my plea.
He is indeed rougher now, biting and suckling on the soft skin of my neck, gradually moving down... To my shoulder... To my collarbone... And then. The hem of my undergarment.
He looks at me while twirling his finger around the measly little thread. The only thing that's between him and my bare body. The only thing he'd have to loosen before slipping my last piece of clothing from me and leaving me bare. And that's exactly what he did.
He slowly, teasingly pulls at the thread and folds the fabric to the side, revealing my tits to him. He rips his eyes from mine and finally meets my bare chest, looking at it like a starved man would a plate of hot food.
He started where he left off, just below my collarbone he peppered kisses and bites again. Slow, agonizing, teasing movements until he finally reached my hardened nipple, waiting, aching for him.
He hungrily takes the sensitive bud into his mouth, suckling on it with rough movements, his hand coming up to cup my other boob roughly. I whine at the sensation, his tongue lavishly doing its job in pleasuring me.
After a while, he flashes me a devillish smile before moving onto the other nipple, suckling at the same pace, much to my relief as it is the perfect pace and he knows this.
I squirm underneath him, whining and moaning as he keeps suckling on my nipple, the sensation making me crave for more. I grind against his hard-on and I swear I heard a whimper coming from the Prince's mouth. He stills for a moment, his hands clawing at my hips to stop me from moving.
"Be patient, pet. Let me enjoy you." is all he says before continuing to suck on my tits, keeping me on edge and increasing my arousal a thousand fold while doing so.
His hands explored my body with rough motions. Grabbing my waist, squeezing it, fondling my tit. Finally he reaches my shoulders, his hands slide down the length of my arms and he grabs my hands before pulling his mouth off of my nipple.
He sits up straight and, while never breaking eye contact, brings my right hand up to his mouth and kisses it. A stark contrast to how he was sucking on my tits just a second ago, but not unwelcome. He kisses my wrist now, then my forearm, then my bicep, then my shoulder.
Then he switches his attention to my neck again, bruising and marking me, coaxing soft moans from me. There would be no way to cover up those spots, although I'm not sure I'd want to or if he would let me.
He continues his trail of kisses downwards again, this time dragging my undergarment down with him. He stopped for a moment to look at me again.
"Off." he gestures towards my undergarment. I obey and quickly slip off the feeble piece of fabric, discarding it on the floor next to his bed. Once I face him again, completely bare now, he looks at me with approval.
"Good girl." he whispers under his breath, but I heard. I smile at his words of praise as he looks me up and down hungrily. He leans down and, while maintaining eye contact, licked a stripe up my body from my hips to my chest.
I breathe out a moan at this scandalous action. He flashes me a cunning smile before biting my nipple gently, coaxing a surprised gasp from me. He continues biting and suckling on my skin, moving down... Down... Down. Until he reaches my thighs.
He wraps his hands around my knees and spread them apart as far as they'll go, slowly and teasingly he leans down again. He starts kissing my thigh, occasionally softly biting down to coax an unexpected whimper from me.
He finally inches closer to where I need him the most. He looks at my pussy with hunger in his eyes, licking his lips and looking up at me. He softly blows on it, making me moan from the sensation. I grab ahold of his locks again, hoping to be able to push him down and just make him have me already, but he doesn't let me.
"Impatient now, are we? I can certainly tell with how wet you are. Is this all for me, pet?" he asks me as his hands caress my thighs. I don't know how to answer him, so I just whine and buck my hips towards him, hoping that he gets the message.
He chuckles at my desperate attempts at seeking his tongue. "Please..." I beg, feeling nothing but longing for the god in between my legs in this moment. He sighs before demanding; "please what?"
"Please just take me already, Loki." I answer him in an annoyed tone, but before I can release a huff of annoyance, he licks a stripe from my hole to my clit. I moan languidly at the unexpected move.
"Is this what you wanted?" he asks teasingly.
"Yes, Gods, yes." I sigh, throwing my head back.
He chuckles at my pathetic tone and starts lapping up the arousal that had been gathering all evening. He moans at the taste, reveling in it as he flicks his tongue over my clit.
His movements have me keening and bucking my hips as he fucks his tongue into me. People said he had a cunning tongue to him(although probably not in this context) and they were right. Gods, does he know how to eat a woman out.
His tongue laps at me at just the right pace, fucking in and out of my cunt, softly suckling on my clit. He brought his hand up to cup my tit as he did so, overwhelming my senses and making me grab onto his hair. This coaxed another moan out of him, sending vibrations throughout my body.
I can feel the coil in my stomach beginning to tighten. I'm close and he knows it, because he suddenly changes his original pace to a slower one, making me whine.
"Loki.... Don't be mean." I tell him.
He stops his movements altogether now, looking up at me with a cocky grin. "What's the matter, princess?" he feigns pity.
"You know exactly what, i was close." I huff, sexual frustration coaxing through my whole body.
He laughs at my attitude. "You don't get to decided when you cum, pet. I do. You are under my command now and what I say goes." he answers in a dark, possessive tone of voice.
His words make my stomach flip and my pussy clench around nothing. He's so attractive, I can't help it. He knows it, noting my reaction to his words. He lifts his head from between my thighs and climbs back on top of me, his face right in front of mine. I can't help but admire him, especially from this angle. His hair framing his face, his eyes piercing my own, his lips... In that sadistic smile.
"What? Do you like it when i control you? Do you want to be my toy, hm?" he whispers, looking me right in the eyes, never letting go of my gaze. He catches the widening of my pupils, the quickening pace of my breath, the desperation in my eyes. No, he doesn't need to read my mind to know how i feel.
He leans down, brushing his lips over mine. I try to catch his lips with mine, but he doesn't let me. He's teasing me again. I whine as he laughs at me.
He laughs at me. How dare he, when i want him so bad and I know he wants me too. How dare he, when he knows how desperate I am for his touch. How dare he, when I'm lying naked underneath him and he is denying me what I want.
"What is it? Annoyed? What do you want, princess?" he asked me tauntingly.
I lift up my hand to caress him. I let my hand slide higher up the back of his neck, having my fingers intertwine with his locks and pulling him down by them until my lips are right next to his ear. He lets me.
I lick at his earlobe experimentally and a soft moan comes from the God's lips that I enjoyed a little too much. I took his earlobe in my mouth and sucked on it a few times, making Loki melt on top of me.
I stop only to whisper in his ear; "I want you to fuck me." his entire demeanor changes as he looks me in the eyes. I'm suddenly hyper aware of my naked body and his hard length pushing against my thigh through his pants. The thought of him fucking me with it makes a pleasurable shiver run up my spine.
He flashes me a cunning smile and gets off the bed, leaving me cold and naked. His gaze scans over me while he takes off his lounge pants. My eyes land on his now bare cock, the sight making my mouth water and my pussy clench.
Gods, it looks delicious. I wouldn't mind having a taste of it. It's long yet still girthy and I'm suddenly nervous about the sheer size of it. He looks at me knowingly before finally getting on the bed again and on top of me. He settles in between my legs to admire me again.
"Turn around, pet." he commands. I do as he says and turn around, keeping myself upright with my knees and having my arms stretched out in front of me. He lets his hand travel the flesh of my thighs, the curve of my ass, the dip of my waist.
I can hear the sheets ruffling and I'm about to look behind me to see what he was doing, before I feel his tongue on my cunt again. I moan at the unexpected feeling. He laps at my pussy for a bit, drinking my arousal like it's his favorite beverage. He lets go of my waist and I feel his finger spreading my lips apart.
"So wet all for me. Look at that, pet. You're throbbing." fuck, and I can feel it as he uses his finger to spread my arousal through my pussy lips. The friction has me bucking my hips when i suddenly feel his finger probing at my entrance.
He pushes his slender finger inside of me, making me moan out his name. He curls his finger, making it hit that spongy spot inside of me. Gods, he's making me go feral. He pulls out his finger now, but before I can whine at the loss, he enters two fingers inside me.
He pumps his fingers in and out for a bit, but then switches to scissoring them inside my cunt, making me almost squeal in pleasure. He begins to lick at my clit again. The feeling of him sucking at the sensitive bud and scissoring his finger inside of me has me keening and the coil in my stomach quickly tightening.
My pussy clamps down on his fingers and he knows I'm about to cum. He suddenly stops all his movements, keeping his fingers inside my cunt, making me whine and mewl at my failed orgasm.
"Stop your whining. Didn't I tell you? I decide when you cum and I won't let you cum unless it's on my cock, do you understand?" I whine at his words, my mind being too far gone to string together coherent sentences to answer him.
"So pathetic for me. Look at you, lying there with your ass up just for me. And you like it, don't you?" I whine in response. "Of course you do, you're mine now. I'll do anything I want to you and you'll let me." he proves his point by spreading apart my ass cheeks and licking a stripe from my clit to my ass. I moan at the sensation.
"Do you want me to fuck you? Hm? Do you want me to make you mine?" he splays his hand down on my scalp, scratching it with his fingernails before tightly grabbing a handful of my hair and pulling me up against his chest.
"Yes! Yes, please, make me yours. Please, Loki." I beg pathetically, but I don't care. I want him to fuck me already and I'll say anything to make it so.
He harshly throws me down on the bed again, shoving my face into the pillow in the process. I yelp at the unexpected action. Loki's hand travels now from out of my hair, over my back, my waist, to my ass. His other hand pumps up and down his dick slowly.
He starts to tease me with the tip of his cock, guiding it through my folds and spreading my arousal and his precum. I moan at the feeling, bucking my hips because why is he not railing me yet?
He stops his movements, his cock stilling right where my entrance is. I'm about to ask him why he stopped when i feel the tip of his dick entering me. I let out a near pornographic moan. Fuck, is he gooood.
The stretch feels so good after all his teasing, but he's not pushing any more of his cock in. Instead, leaving just the tip and staying where he is. I whine when i realize this and he knows exactly why.
"What is it? You want more, pet? Don't be greedy, take what I give you." he says, with a degrading tone to his voice that makes my cunt squeeze down on him. He cursed at this notion, but stayed as he is. I try to buck my hips to get more of him, but his strong hands are keeping me in place.
"Please, come on, I've been good. Pleaseeee." I beg him. "Please, Loki, i-" before I can finish my sentence he thrusts his whole length into me in one swift movement, making me choke on a sob from the pain and pleasure.
He doesn't still to let me adjust. Instead, he sets a rough pace. Fucking in and out of me fast and deep. So fucking deep, I can feel him in my stomach. I'm sure that if I had the physical strength to reach, I would be able to feel a bulge in my stomach from his cock.
My curses are high pitched and incoherent as the snap of his hips continues. "That what you wanted? Did you want to be fucked like this, hm?" I sob at his words, too overwhelmed to say anything.
"Is it too much, pet? But you were just begging me to take you, begging me to make you mine."
"T-too much-" I manage to stutter out in between his thrusts.
"Shut up, you can take it." he says in a mean tone of voice that send a shiver down my spine. "You asked for it. This is what greedy whores get." my pussy squeezes him like a vice at the degrading name he called me. Fuck, did that turn me on.
"Oh, you like being called that, hm? You like being treated like a dumb bitch." he says, grabbing a handful of my hair again and lifting up my head. "Don't you?" he asks me, emphasizing his words with a deep thrust. I answer with a guttural moan. He seems content with that answer, though. A sadistic smile claiming his lips.
"Turn over." he says all of a sudden, pulling his cock out of me and I whine at the empty feeling before obeying his order and lying down on my back now.
He leans down again and catches my lips in an aggressive kiss. He licks at my bottom lip, into my mouth. He thrusts back inside of me fully, catching me off guard. He swallows the moan it coaxes out of me and starts thrusting at the same unforgiving pace.
I close my eyes, too far gone to keep them open from the pleasure. His hand snaked towards my neck and chokes me, making my eyes shoot wide open and my hand clamp on to his.
"There we go." he says with a smile. "Keep your eyes on me, pet." so I do. I try with all my might to keep my eyes on him. Gods, the choking isn't helping. My senses are all overwhelmed, completely focused on the feeling of his cock spearing into me.
In. Out. In. Out. In. Out.
I hear him curse under his breath when i feel the coil in my stomach tightening for the third time this evening, making my pussy clamp down on him again.
"Fuck, so tight for me. You feel so good." he brings his free hand to my clit, rubbing calculated circles onto the sensitive bundle of nerves.
"I wanna cum inside you. Let me?" it sounds more like a demand than a question, but I shakily nod my head anyway.
The coil in my stomach gets tighter by the second. The snapping of his hips, the squeezing of his hand on my throat, the circling of his thumb on my clit. All of it.
Tightening... Tightening....
"Cum for me, princess." he tells me.
The coil snaps and the best orgasm of my life rips through my body. My pussy clamps down on him like a vice, my eyes roll to the back of my head, my jaw falls slack. He fucks me through my high and I can hear him cursing at how tight I am.
"Fuck, I'm gonna cum inside you." he curses, his pace growing sloppy as he's nearing his high. He keeps fucking up into me, making me cry out from overstimulation.
A string of curse words falls from his lips as I feel his hot cum painting my walls. He rides out his high, letting his body relax on top of me. He embraces me gently, a stark contrast to how he was fucking me just a second ago. His hips cease their rocking motion.
We lie there for a bit like that; Him carefully holding me, his cock growing soft inside of me. Our sweaty bodies unwinding and relaxing against each other. I come to after a bit, finally snapping out of my brainless daze.
"So you really thought that I was fucking your brother?" I ask him.
"Yes, I did." he sighs. I chuckle at his tired response.
"So what was your first thought when you read my mind and figured out I most certainly was not?"
"Surprise at the disgusting thoughts that courses through your head about me, mainly." he says tauntingly. "But also relief."
"Awhh how sweet." I coax.
"You know, I was right." he says in a cocky tone.
"About what?"
"That dress doesn't do you justice and I was exactly right about what does." he answers. I chuckle at his words.
"You know what I was also right about?"
"No, what's that, Prince?" I ask teasingly.
"You let me show you exactly what did do you justice, princess."
389 notes · View notes
smolvenger · 6 months
Text
Reunion (Loki x fem! Reader Oneshot)
Tumblr media
Summary: The sacred timeline is destroyed. And your missing, mischievous lover has returned. A confrontation and a fear of abandonment and betrayal with his return still bring about the passion you have for each other.
Word Count: 3K
Warnings: Smut! Smut! 18+ (P in V sex, dirty talk, doing it in an office). Discussions of the fear of death, abandonment, and being cheated on- but don’t worry Loki is faithful to reader and would never. The Loki and Sylvie relationship is made platonic as it should have been all along for the sake of the fic. Not as super revised as usual but it's not a rough draft, I just wanted this out quickly while we had the first episode as our main focus.
Comments, reblogs, dms, and asks about my work are always appreciated!
Taglist: @evelyn-kingsley @jennyggggrrr @five-miles-over @fictive-sl0th @ladycamillewrites @villainousshakespeare @holdmytesseract (smut starts at the line "Too long- Too long" and ends at "At once, he pulled himself up" for your comfort, bestie) @eleniblue @twhxhck @lokisgoodgirl @lovelysizzlingbluebird @raqnarokr @holymultiplefandomsbatman @michelleleewise @wolfsmom1 @cheekyscamp @mochie85 @muddyorbsblr @meowmeow-motherfucker @marvel-fanfic-lover @animnerd @twhiddlestufftuff
@goddessgirl143 @lunarnights95
A03//My Ko-Fi//My Etsy Shop//Masterlist//Wattpad
A/N: With all the gifs out, I got the inspiration from the first episode. Wanted it out before the rest of the series makes me disappointed so I can go to delulu land again here. I hope you like it!
“OB! Better hurry up before your latte gets cold!” you called out. In your hand was a paper bag with the warm food and the other was a cup holder with the big cup of coffee. It’s a sweet smell just under your nostrils. 
It was a messy room with clutter on the floors and tables. They were all broken gadgets- more than you could name. All for that circular little room like OB’s circular little glasses. Well- it was understaffed. Only dear Ouroboros, or OB as everyone called him, fixed all that technology for the TVA. He was on the other end of the room piecing together a broken tempad. He then jumped around, grinned, and began to prance over to you from his main desk. The man was as happy as a squirrel it never occurred to him that he was lonely, overworked, and sleep-deprived. He insisted on working constantly without breaks- so you always thought he could use some caffeine and a bite to eat. 
“Oh! Y/N! Hello! Let me hurry over!” he chirruped.
 You set the bag and the cup on the desk before him, glad to see him so happy over your delivery.
“Here- it’s a large vanilla latte but I added two shots of espresso. I know you always pull all-nighters. And here- here’s your breakfast. I added a pastry in as well too. You could use the sugar rush.”
He peeked into the bag. He pulled out the food and began to unwrap it, his smile going up to his ears.
“Oh my gosh! A ham and egg on toast and a chocolate croissant!? My favorites! Oh- thank you, Y/N!” he said.
You smiled up at him, placing your hands on the desk.
“No problem- anything for the hardest worker here!” you responded.
He took a first sip, his eyes always bright. He let out a satisfied exhale from the delicious taste. Then he peeked over up at you, both hands on the warm cup.
“How are you, Y/N!? I don’t mean to pry but there’s this rumor I heard from B-15! Is it true? I heard you have a boyfriend! You never told me a word about thim-how is he?!”
It hit you like a kick in the ribs. You paused. Letting out a deep breath-suddenly the mood darkened. But, you could not pretend, even with OB, that you were worried about your lover. Your mischievous, divine lover. 
“OB, I know you’re not going to believe me. I know it’s kind of frowned upon- but it’s allowed. But my boyfriend he’s…he’s a Loki.”
“A Loki?” he repeated.
“Yes- The Loki. The one who tried to invade Loki- the one we all caught. I mean- he’s been here a while. I got to know him and…well, we fell for each other,” you explained. 
“Oh! Wow! Well-how does it work, an agent and a Loki?” he questioned.
“We- we find a way. I’ve just been-been worried about him. He had to go- go take care of something. You know the whole thing about timelines being messed with and the other Loki running around causing trouble? Something is up- something serious. He’s been gone for a bit- it’s been a few days. I haven’t heard anything directly from him. He could be dead by now. And there’s something else. The other thing is…is…”
You put a hand over your mouth, the gripping, biting urge to cry hitting you. But it was too strong. Your anxieties were a dam long contained and here they were out. OB set down his coffee to listen to you. Then you continued, the most private fear of yours confessed. 
“The Loki is a woman Loki. He’s with her to take care of this issue. That’s all I know. But it’s been a while- he’s still with her. And she’s powerful and strong and pretty and good at everything and perfect…. and how could I ever compete with her- and he’s-he’s already tossed me aside by now and left me for her by now and-”
Your voice cut off. You felt yourself about to cry. You squinted your eyes shut and looked down, putting your hand to your face-hot and tight. Finally, you lowered your head to the desk and began to cry.
“Oh- Y/N! It’s okay! There-there! You know even that kind of betrayal is low for a Loki! I don’t think most would even think of doing that- their trust is hard to earn! It will work out- shh, shh” he consoled, patting a hand on your back.
You returned up from the desk, tears streaming down your face.
“Oh- Y/N! Here- have some tissues!” OB offered. 
He got out a little plastic box from the corner of the desk. You pulled out one of the white tissues and wiped your eyes.
“Oh, Y/N. No wonder you’re worried. If you ever get sad about him or scared- you can visit me!” he offered.
“Even with all your work?” you asked, sniffling. 
“Oh, even with all my work! It’s nice to have company sometime!” he answered, nodding his head.
“Okay, I will…”
“Worst Case Scenario- I can fix a taser and just do it on him!” he offered. 
“Thanks, I’ll aim for the balls,” you replied.
Both of you broke into a bit of laughter. Then you said your goodbyes, and OB went back to work on the tempad with the sandwich in his free hand. 
You went about. Wiping tears off your hand. Maybe it was good to do just some office work. Focus on that- yes. It was comforting- to have something to consume your thoughts, your worries. If there was still a heart beating in his lover’s chest or if it stopped. Or if he abandoned your bed for the embrace of someone else. 
But then you heard- Kang was killed. The sacred timeline destroyed. It was an emergency, yet every single agent was running like a chicken with their head chopped off. 
Everything was going into chaos. The sacred timeline was destroyed. Everything was now free and open. Every timeline was shattered and now anything and everything could happen. Ravonna shoved paperwork into your chest.
“Here- Y/N! Take these and get them to HR! Now!” she requested. 
You clasped a file full of paperwork. Then you set off, clutching it to your chest. The view of the tall buildings, statues, and everything always makes your chest soften with its beauty. The bright lights. The sheer size of the place. You let in a deep breath to admire the sight. 
There was a noise. Footsteps. Intuitively, you turned your head for the sound. And the source ran before you.
Loki.
His shirt was a little torn in his rolled-up sleeves and his eyes wide, but it was him. His shirt was sweaty and tight. Buttons askew. His curls wild and free. He was more beautiful than you had ever seen him before. 
He paused, screeching his steps to a halt. You let out a small scream in spite of yourself, dropping the papers to your feet. Down they came in a cascade to the floor. You covered your mouth.
“...Y/N…” he panted out.
“Loki…is it…is it you…”
From the back, there was a voice crying. “There he is! Get him!”’
He looked in a panic and then turned around.
“Y/N- I’m-I’m-I missed you. I love you-but-but-but-”
More charging footsteps. He looked over at the balcony.
“Meet me down there!”
In a heartbeat, he threw himself over the balcony. You ran over.
“Loki- no!” you cried.
You looked down and saw him fall down through the air- but you knew the air would land him. It would be soft. Mobius ran by you- eyes wide. The agents, armed and ready. You peeked as he fell down, down, down. 
Not after- no- not after this time! To lose him again!
You ran. You chased him until you were breathless. Things were falling. TVA agents went after him. But you were steadfast- your heart racing in your ears. What mattered more was him. Timeline be damned- it was already. There was nothing else to do now, that mattered- but him!
You sprinted down the steps. Ran harder and faster. Tears threatening to come out.
He’s back- he’s back- he’s back!
“Loki! Loki I’m here! Don’t you-don’t you dare you fucker- you bastard, I’ll-” you cursed, breathless as you reached the last steps and got out to the floor. 
You looked around the place- searching, searching everywhere. Technology was malfunctioning- sparks flew from computers and screens. Agents everywhere still scattering. Alarms still went on, blasting into your ears. Agents were running all over the place. You looked around-seeing everything. Checking every room as people ran about. As a group gathered to watch the timeline break into pieces on a screen- you didn’t hear him behind you.
You felt two strong arms grab around you and pull you to a corner- a hand over your mouth so you couldn’t scream. Someone got you! But you could smell his sweat, his scent. Your eyes turned over-it was none other than your beloved Loki. 
“Y/N- here- we have to hide!” he said.
He practically dragged you over to the next room, shutting the door and locking it. It was a smaller, private space. A TVA office room was abandoned. Nothing but desks full of papers and computers but not a soul. Only the giant screen above detailing the sacred timeline’s downfall. Though you still heard alarms. The bustle of people from just outside. So much going on. But it was background noise to you now. You stood your ground, your hands gripping the skirt you wore for work. 
Loki went over and hugged you, your hands went up to embrace him back but were frozen mid-air.
“I needed to help the timeline!” he cried, releasing the hug. 
“You are needed here!” you insisted.
“Kang is at the loose- he has variants! I’ve been betrayed-”
“You think you’re the one betrayed!? What’s this I hear about a woman Loki you’ve been with?!”
“Wait- you mean Sl-”
In a heartbeat, you raised your hand and slapped him hard across the cheek. His head switched to the side, and the click of your hand hitting hard against his face echoed in the empty office. He caught it and nursed it with his hand. Tears fell down you again.
Then he quickly leaned over and grabbed yours. He pulled you to him, forcing you to look him in the eye. The red light of the alarms all over the office- turning red, then the familiar wan yellow of work. It glowed against his white skin, making him seem even more beautiful. 
“Y/N, I swear to you on my mother’s grave-she is no more than a sister to me! We worked together. No more than that. She kept telling me to shut up about you. Because-because I missed you so much and kept telling her how wonderful you were! I thought we could work together- but she didn’t. She did the one thing I begged her not to do- she broke the timeline- And now- now everything’s fallen apart-”
“I waited all this time and not a word from you!” you shouted. You didn’t care if it was petty. If it was being a helicopter girlfriend. You had stuffed your worries inside you for too long, and now it was out in the open. “Loki- I Was scared for you! You could have died and I would have never known!”
He put both his large hands on your face. Looking right at you.
“Y/N- with all of my heart- I am so sorry I vanished.” 
You had no words. He kept speaking to you, soft despite the chaos. Your mouth opened a little, but you had no words. You saw Loki was crying a little too as he continued. 
“If I could write to you- teleport to you- drag myself to your feet and beg for you I would! If I could even teleport to look at you- one tiny glance at you. To say one word to you- I would. It was impossible. But the stakes were high. I had to hurry. I did this because I feared for the safety of every person here- and most of all for you! Do you understand how scared I was when I saw how powerful Kang is!? That his variants could hurt you?! Norns- thank norns. I’m alive to see you again. To see you, hear your voice, touch you- Y/N, you’re safe-that is all I want. For you to be safe. Can you forgive me?”
You raised a hand to touch his.
“Loki, I…I…I’m so sorry I yelled-I…I forgive y-”
You never finished. His lips cracked onto yours.
 He groaned and you settled into it. He was needy- desperate. Too long, too long. You had forgotten how much his lips, his touch made you weak and craving more every time. His hands all over you. He turned you around, so you felt his erection against your covered ass. So he could kiss you, touch his hands over your breasts. He was kissing every bit of your neck he could, almost like biting into you- devouring and savoring you all over again like the first night you joined. He pressed his hips a little further so you could feel his hardening and you let out a gasp.
“Hel, do you feel what you do to me-even now-they’re all out to prune me again, to catch me, and all I want is your sweet warmth inside me-”
There was a slight explosion upstairs. The building shuddered. He kissed you further. Grinding a little into your hips. You felt your own panties suddenly dampen as if you stepped in a lake. You let out a gasp. He kept kissing you- his hands all over your nice, professional blouse and dress. Fingers wide to touch you, memorize you again. You turned around tugging at him-kissing him so much. Feeling his holster on his back-running a hand through his soft, beautiful curls you loved so much.
“Y/N-Y/N please-please-take me inside you- now-It’s been too long-”
“Yes- Yes, I will,” you voiced.  
The floor was shaking a little, there was a rumble like a small earthquake. People’s desk decorations, plants, and photos, were beginning to wobble if not fall over. He gathered your skirt up.
“Quick- be quick darling-they’re looking for me. We don’t have time,” Loki rasped.
He pulled you down. Holding you so that he laid down and you were on top. You clutched at his buttons. Hands shaking, ripping them apart- displaying his body, so pale, muscled, beautiful. His large hands went up to your hems, your tights. He grabbed your legs so hard- so close to him. Never to leave. Fingers digging into your skin. 
“Gods- my beautiful, desperate goddess- come on, dear- just spread your legs-now- hurry-”
You could hardly breathe as he took your skirt and bunched it to your hips. Exposing you to him. You began to grind on him- keeping yourself in the heat of your desire for him. And his for you, nearly ripping it further. He then took his hands over your breasts, your shirt-ripping buttons that came off-they splattered on the floor. Your chest exposed like his.  He kissed and touched your breast. Then in a split second, his hands went to your soaking panties.
“Nrgh- this- now this is what I need-no-no time- forgive me-again-”
 He then moved his hands up and his strong arms flexed as he ripped your panties in half.t- ripping so that your pussy was out and exposed. With trembling fingers, you went down to his pants. Quickly unbuttoning it. He adjusted his hips so that he was out.  He adjusted himself quickly, so his cock came free- so large and hard.
“Darling-just-just let me- let me-here-” he breathed out. In a second, he pushed your hips down so he sheathed inside you. You let out a gasp- he fit well- already all of him in. 
You spread your legs and got on him. Immediately setting at a pace. Fast, desperate. There was another shudder and papers flew. He began to thrust. Your breasts bounced in turn- it was hitting the right spot, a deep spot. So quick and deep, you were letting out moans. But with the alarms and cacophony of sounds you blended in. 
“L-L-Loki-I-I-” you breathed out.
He thrust thrust thrust so fast in you- it was so out of control. You were losing your breath. Another sound of electric and you let out a moan. You took a trembling hand. You found one of his daggers, despite the pounding into your bouncing body. You took it out-holding the blade to his throat, still thrusting. 
“If-If you ever- ever cheat on me I will-I’ll kill the both of you!” you hissed. 
He only smiled as he felt the blade.
“Yes- Y/N- to be killed by-by-fuck- you. Even- Even a god would want to die like that.”
He then gripped your arm and tipped it around so that it was thrown out of your hands onto the floor. Then he gripped your hips, thrusting still at that pace. Keeping you there. His hands move to feel your skin, memorize you.
“Yes-yes-Yes there-there, sweet girl- you’ve missed this cock- I’ve missed this sweet pussy of yours-wet and desperate-”
He groaned as he thrust into you. Your breasts in your bra bouncing, almost coming out. You reached a hand down- feeling his shoulders- his exposed chest with the little hairs. His hand reached down. Your clit was swollen and ready. He began to play with it- meeting the wild, desperate pace of his thrusting. Papers flew from the desk over the floor. 
“Lo-Loki I- ah! Yes, I- ah- fuck-just-just keep…keep going yes-”
He groaned, his neck straining-
“Yes- little goddess here- I-do -I-I I- fuck-what about you and those men at the TVA-shit-leering at you- can they-nrgh- give you pleasure- no other agent- no other person- can- can dare-dare touch you-you’re mine, all mine-none can fuck you here-yes- keep-dammit-dammit- just cum, cum, my dear-just-”
He pounded you into a fury- you bounced around, so much it was getting too much, your pleasure going up, you could feel it building- you gripped onto his shoulders, feeling everything about to clench. Rising up, up, as wild as the alarms blaring around you. 
‘Yes-Yes-Loki- I’m-I’m goingtocumI’mgoingto-”
Your voice kept hitching up high, then higher. Like little gasps, almost small screams- the near release. He kept at his pace.
“Yes- yes, my dear- go-go I’m about to-yes-go with me darling- cum now, cum sweet gril-Cum, dammit-CUM!”
With a high gasp, it broke on you. Everything in your muscles released. You got dizzy. You felt his own cum shoot out inside you. Your breath was held and you felt him relax beneath you. He pulled out of you.
 At once he pulled himself up, touching your forehead. All the noise had gone- there was just the two of you now. Not wanting one bit of you apart.  
“Y/N- I promise. Nothing is going to keep my little pet away from me. Whatever happens now- we face it together.”
You nodded, nuzzling into him. It seemed the panic had settled. The alarms and lights went back to silent normalcy. Even with the chatter and footsteps, here in the little office, things seemed peaceful.
“Loki- I understand. You have great, important things. You’re doing the right thing- but…if I can be with you- if there is anything I can do to help- I’ll do it.”
“I love you so much- and I’ve missed you so much, my Y/N.”
“I’ve missed you too,” you replied. 
Getting up, you helped each other readjust your clothes. Button back each other’s shirts. He kissed you again and you both hurried out clutching hands. You didn’t know what would happen next, but his hand was in yours. That was all you needed for now. 
568 notes · View notes
ichorai · 2 months
Text
letters of loki ; david loki (m).
Tumblr media
pairing ; david loki x reader (afab, gender-neutral pronouns)
synopsis ; nsfw alphabet + micro-drabbles for each letter.
words ; 4.0k
themes ; smut, fluff, barely-there angst, established relationship
warnings / includes ; mentions of scars, unprotected sex, mentions of bondage, oral sex, light roleplay, 'honey' as a pet name, david being exhausted </3
a/n ; been in a terrible fic-writing slump so i tried out the nsfw alphabet format for the first time! hope you all enjoy :)
main masterlist.
Tumblr media
A — AFTERCARE
Definitely the kind to hold you close after the act, his arms firmly wrapped around your waist, his nose buried into your shoulder. David’s mostly silent, but would gladly listen and hum along if you wanted to start up any kind of pillowtalk. He just likes hearing the sound of your voice. Eventually, however, he’d get up to take a shower (he’s a creature of habit, after all), and bring you anything you needed, like a glass of water or a damp towel. 
“Your hair’s wet,” you mumbled in complaint when he slipped back under the covers after his brief shower. His cold hands slipped beneath the wrinkled button-up shirt you were wearing (his, he realized a second later), and you made a disgruntled noise.
“Sorry, honey,” he replied with a soft huff of a laugh, but made no move to shift away. Instead, he pressed closer, kissing a warm spot just above your ear.
Tumblr media
B — BODY PART
David’s favorite body part of yours would definitely be your hips. Or your eyes. Or your thighs. If you were to ask him, he’d give you a different answer every single time. There’s so much he loves about you, he can hardly pick just one. Though, he really does have a particular fondness for holding onto your hips, even in a non-sexual manner. He also loves any and all of your moles, scars, or birthmarks. Would press kisses against them because he finds them so beautiful in their uniqueness, and it makes him feel close to you. He thinks tattoos are hot as fuck on you too—especially the small ones in the most random places. 
Your favorite body part on him would be his hands. He found it strange at first, how your fingers always found his, how you’d spend hours in bed simply staring at his knuckle tattoos, tracing over every inked etch and every bruise, scar, and callous. It didn’t come much of a surprise to him when he found that you liked the sight of his hand pressing down on your lower stomach as he fucked into you. It got you going—and whatever gets you going, gets him going, too. 
The movie the two of you had put on was entirely forgotten. He was on the ground, knelt down in front of you, tongue tracing utter sin along your soaked cunt. And his hands—oh, his hands—one was gripping on your right thigh with iron-strength, forcing you apart to make space for his insatiable self pressing against you. The other hand was intertwined with your left palm, squeezing every once in a while, as if in reassurance. How sweet of him to hold your hand while he utterly destroyed you.
Tumblr media
C — CUM
He’s a classic man—he likes to cum inside of you the most, but wouldn’t mind seeing it all over your tummy or over the inside of your thighs. If he was to make a mess, he would immediately clean it up with a damp towel after, asking if you were okay. 
“Gonna cum inside you—that okay, honey?” he grunted right by your ear, one hand splayed over your stomach, pressing with just the right amount of pressure, and the other gripping your hip tightly.
“Yes—yes, please, David,” you moaned, breath catching at his name as you moved to lay your hands over his so you could squeeze them earnestly. “Need you to fill me up.”
Just the sound of your voice was enough to push him over the edge. He pistoned his hips against yours a few more times until he doubled over with a gruff noise, hot cum filling your throbbing pussy until it leaked out around his still semi-hard cock.
Tumblr media
D — DIRTY SECRET
There’s a set of handcuffs in the bedside drawer just for emergencies. But David’s always wanted to ask if you’d be willing to try it out in bed. He’s not even entirely sure if he would enjoy that, since he prefers to keep his work separate from home, but the thought of you trusting him enough to keep you bound to the bed wasn’t exactly unappealing.
David could only imagine how beautiful you’d look with your wrists up above your head, cuffed to the headboard as you looked up at him with those pretty eyes of yours. How the metal would look like against your skin as you tugged and begged for him to let you touch him—
“David?” you asked with a mildly curious tone, jolting him out of his thoughts. His head turned to you, in your soft pajamas, having just brushed your teeth and washed your face. You were about to slip into bed. “You okay? What are you thinkin’ about?”
“Nothing, hon. Let’s go to sleep.”
Tumblr media
E — EXPERIENCE
He knows what he’s doing, but he hasn’t been with a lot of people before you. Two or three one-night stands, and maybe one barely-there relationship that didn’t last very long. Before you came along, he hardly had enough time to sleep, much less concern himself with having flings. Once he met you, he was much more determined to reorganize himself so he could make time for you. 
The diner was buzzing with activity that night. You were sipping on a strawberry milkshake, telling him about how you’d love to see a jaguar in person one day. He was smiling, thinking about how beautiful you were, even beneath the harsh lighting of the diner. And then—then it was all spoiled, because he caught sight of his ex in another booth. It hadn’t ended well—she left in a fit of anger and tears, frustrated that David hardly ever made time for her anymore. 
Almost immediately, you noticed his change of demeanor, and reached over the table to take his hand. His tense muscles relaxed just a bit. Something you always managed to do with very little effort—it was an uncanny talent of yours. 
“You wanna get out of here?” you offered. If you noticed his ex, you didn’t say anything. For that, he was grateful. “We can watch a movie at home.”
“That sounds great, actually.”
Tumblr media
F — FAVORITE POSITION
Loki’s got a particular fondness for reverse cowgirl. Don’t get him wrong, he loves missionary and doggy too, but there’s just something about reverse cowgirl that itches him in just the right way. He likes reaching over to press down on your stomach from behind while he pounds into you, and he also likes how it’s easy access to your clit. Plus, you really enjoy hearing the gruff noises he makes right by your ear, so you’re not at all complaining. 
“David!” you cried out, voice strained with ecstasy. 
“I hear you, baby. Moan for me,” he muttered from behind you, sweaty chest pressed flush against your back. David glanced down and gave a guttural noise upon seeing a creamy ring of your combined arousals at the base of his cock. Another erotic sigh fell from you when he reached down to rub circles over your clit, making you keen with shocked arousal.
Tumblr media
G — GOOFY
Very rarely would sex with David be light-hearted or humorous. The two of you are usually far too caught up in a pleasure-ridden haze. But if you happened to start laughing or smiling, he’d give you a loving half-grin before making it his mission to get you back into a moaning mess.
“That tickles,” you half-laughed when he skimmed his fingers up your sides, smiling up at him. He only barely made a humming noise before he thrust back into you—and the grin melted right off your face.
Tumblr media
H — HAIR
He takes good care of his hygiene. Granted, he’s usually preoccupied with work to spend too much time grooming himself, but he keeps things clean down there. He also knows you’re a big fan of his slicked-back hair, so he does take the time to make himself look presentable in the morning. You’d also told him once while he was shaving that you liked how he looked with a beard—he’d really have to consider growing it out for you.
“I like how it looks,” you told him one morning before he had the chance to shave. “Your stubble. I think you’d look so hot with a beard.”
“You think so?”
“You should try it. That caveman look. It’ll suit you.”
Tumblr media
I — INTIMACY
David can be incredibly romantic when he wants to be. Flowers and your favorite takeout are things he’d grab for you on the way back from work. He’s a detective—he studies you, observes all your likes and interests, and he’s a very fast learner to top it off. Kisses during sex are also not uncommon, and he would definitely press his lips along your neck or on your cheek, whether he’s on top or behind you. And, as mentioned before, he does hold your hand a lot. When he’s feeling more affectionate than usual, he’d murmur how good you are for him in your ear. 
“You feel so good, honey. Doin’ so good for me,” he groaned, firm arms curled around your waist as he bucked his hips into you. At his praise, you arched your back so you’d press further into him, a breathless keen falling from your lips. 
“Yeah?” David asked in smug approval. “You like that? You like being good for me, hm?”
Tumblr media
J — JACK OFF
He rarely ever masturbates, because he’s got you around. And because he’s working so much. He feels as if it’s a waste of time if it’s not with you. But on the rare occasion you were out of town for longer than usual, he’d give into the temptation in the shower just once, imagining his wet fist was your warm cunt.
He missed you more than anything. All he could think about was you and your smile, your laugh, your beautiful hips and legs and thighs—
Fuck, even the cold shower he was standing under wasn’t helping his hard-on go away. With a muffled noise of frustration, David switched the water over to scalding hot, and curled a sopping hand over his throbbing cock. He leaned his forehead against the condensated tiles and closed his eyes, thinking about you and your delicious fucking moans. 
Tumblr media
K — KINK
Mentioned before, but handcuffs! He likes that you trust him enough to be at his mercy, and he also thinks you look incredibly hot tied up. Another would be when you tell him what you want him to do to you—that gets him going so good. David also loves when you tug at his hair right at the root—makes his eyes roll right to the back of his head. He also really doesn’t mind when you scratch your nails down his back. Seeing the red marks afterwards feels like an award more than anything. 
It surprised him just how good it felt when your nails lightly scratched at his scalp. He peered up at you from his position (between your gorgeous thighs), tongue dragging torturously over your sensitive clit. It surprised him even more when you took fistfuls of his hair and tugged with just the right amount of pressure. He made a noise of approval right against your cunt, the vibrations making your back arch so that your cunt pressed up closer to his face. 
Tumblr media
L — LOCATION
In bed is his go-to, since the two of you would usually have sex super late at night or really early in the morning. The couch in your living room is also home to lots of impromptu sex, mostly during the weekends. The kitchen counter and the dining table aren’t exempt, either.
The stir-fry you were cooking up crackled and popped in the pan, just about ready. From behind, David’s arms wove around your waist, his nose running along the curvature of your neck. It was only when you felt his stiff hardness against your back did you halt your ministrations.
“Here?” you asked with a sweet smile, turning your head to the side so you could see his sheepish expression. 
“Here’s good,” he replied, before turning the stove off for you and crowding you up against the kitchen counter.
Tumblr media
M — MOTIVATION
Your voice gets him worked up the most. Especially when you make it go all low and you whisper right into his ear—he gets hard just from the thought of it. You could be talking about the most asinine topics, and he’s looking at you like you’re already begging him to fuck you. Whenever you wear his clothes, too—preferably with nothing underneath—it just makes you all the more irresistible to him. 
It was rare for the both of you to wake up lazy, with no plans for the rest of the day. But today—today was a miraculous weekend where both of your off-days lined up. And so that only meant you got to lounge around wearing David’s shirt, whispering pure filth into his ear so he’d push you up against the closest surface and fuck you with no abandon. It was simply heaven.
Tumblr media
N — NO
Anything that could potentially really hurt you. He’s alright with a little bit of spanking here and there, but slapping you across the face is a hard no from him. He already sees quite a bit of abuse and violence at work, the last thing he’d want to do is replicate that with you. David can call you dirty names if you’d like, too, but he’s not very keen on being on the receiving end of it. Reminds him of his military school days. And, if it wasn’t obvious, none of the typical “gross” kinks, like piss and shit. He’s not into that at all. 
“Before we do this,” David started, trying his best to quell his racing heart, despite the fact that he’s slept with you three times prior to this. It was all still so new to him. “I just wanted to make sure—you’ll let me know if you’re uncomfortable, right? Or if I hurt you in any way, okay? I need to know if you’re not… enjoying it.”
“Okay, David,” you said with a serious nod, wrapping your legs about his waist. “I promise I’ll let you know.”
Tumblr media
O — ORAL
Loves giving and receiving equally. On days where he’s come from work utterly exhausted and too tired to fuck you, he’d have you hanging right by the edge of the bed, where he’s kneeling on the ground, licking lazy patterns up and down your aching core. Eating you out also makes for brilliant foreplay—David likes to tease it out, and he especially likes the way you tug at his hair and groan out his name. As for receiving, he loves to pull your hair just as much, low moans of appreciation falling from his lips.
It was heaven between your legs, he thought, brows knitting together as he hiked your thighs up higher on his shoulders so he could properly bury his face into you sopping pussy. The noises you were making were going straight to his cock, which ached within the confines of his trousers. Even when you’d come twice from his tongue, David just kept going, humming in amusement when you began to whine with overstimulation.
Tumblr media
P — PACE
It really depends on the day. Sometimes he wants to burn off some steam and frustration—goes all rough and quick until both of you are seeing stars. Other days he takes it slow, drawing it out to savor it as long as he can, drenching the sheets with both sweat and cum. 
“David—David, honey,” you cried out into the mattress, fists curling against the sheets. His cock was hitting all the right places inside of you, so fucking deep. “Please, please, go faster.”
He let out a guttural noise when you tightened around him. “No, no, honey… I’m taking my time with you today. Wanna make you feel every inch of me.”
Tumblr media
Q — QUICKIE
Much to his chagrin, the weekdays usually leave him no other choice than a quickie. He’d certainly prefer it if he had the option to take his time with you, but David makes the most out of it regardless. You certainly don’t seem to mind—though, you’ve convinced him to come in late to work a handful of times.
“I’m gonna be late for work,” David grunted right into your mouth as he pounded into you. The squelching sound of his cock hammering into your throbbing cunt was enough to leave his cheeks warm and flushed. “It’ll be all your fault, honey.”
You clutched onto his shoulders, your forehead drooping down onto his cheek, far too delirious to come up with a coherent response.
Tumblr media
R — RISK
He’d be more than willing to try out new things with you. He’s especially a big fan of when you come to him proposing a new position to try out. However, David isn’t likely to try out anything new on his own, so it’s all up to you. He’s just happy to do whatever you want to do.
“Hey, David?”
Your boyfriend glanced up from the paper he was reading, brows quirked.
“Well, uhm,” you wrung your hands together, with a sheepish expression, “I was wondering if we could… try something out in bed tonight.”
David blinked once, twice, and a third time. He put the paper down. “Of course, hon,” he said, a soft smile playing at the corner of his lips, “We can do whatever you want.”
Tumblr media
S — STAMINA
Usually only one or two rounds since he’s already so worn out from his job but you can easily work him up into a third round if you really wanted to. The rounds can last pretty long, though—he’s good at pacing himself and also makes sure that you’re feeling good, too.
“Again?” he panted with a tired grin when you rolled him over so you could clamber onto his lap, grinding your slickened cunt against his spent cock. 
“Mhm,” you replied, nodding. Your hair was a complete mess—David took pride in being the reason you looked so sexily disheveled. “You don’t even have to do anything. Just—lay there and let me take care of you.”
“Can’t argue with that.” David’s muttered words tapered off into a low groan when you sank down onto him.
Tumblr media
T — TOY
He wouldn’t own any toys of his own but if you owned a vibrator he’d definitely tease you with it during foreplay. Not at all the kind to be insecure about you using toys—in fact, he’s glad you have a way to feel good on your own whenever he’s not around to take care of you. Independence is incredibly sexy to him, after all.
The gentle buzz of the vibrator against your clit made you buck your hips up, to which David only let out an amused hum of laughter. One of his hands pressed down on the expanse of your stomach to keep you pinned down onto the bed.
“Stop squirming around, honey,” he muttered, teeth nipping at the inside of your thigh. “Relax—let me make you feel good.”
Tumblr media
U — UNFAIR
David can be a huge tease if he wanted to be—he knows the exact buttons to press to work you up until you’re right there, but he’d pull away just before you could cum. Would have a wide, smug grin on his face, but he’s quick to cave once you start moaning out his name.
“Why’d you stop?” you huffed, breathless, propping yourself halfway-up with your elbows so you could look down at him. The lower half of his face was covered with your arousal. 
“Hm?” The faux noise of confusion aggravated you to no return. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He shot you a cocky smile, before kissing up your stomach.
Tumblr media
V — VOLUME
He’s not very loud, mostly quiet grunts and the occasional murmur against your skin. He’d much rather hear you—he loves it when you cry out for him, and tell him how good he feels against you.
Your nails dug into his shoulders as he plowed into you—you could feel the vibrations of his breathless groans and choked grunts. With a particularly hard thrust, your pussy walls shuddered and clenched around him, the lewd cry you let out enough to etch a permanent blush over David’s cheeks.
Tumblr media
W — WILD CARD
Roleplay wouldn’t even be something he thinks of doing but if you brought it up, he’d find it so incredibly hot if he pretended he was arresting you before bending you over a table and fucking you senseless.
“You gonna punish me, detective?” you asked with a coy smile, hand trailing down his chest, toying with the buckles of his belt.
David blinked at you—trying his best not to break character. With firm hands, he yanked your fingers away from his belt and twisted your arm around over your back, crowding you against the table. “You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and may be used against you in a court of law.” 
It took all it had in him not to laugh when you let out an aroused moan. 
Tumblr media
X — X-RAY
Size really doesn’t matter because he knows how to pleasure you regardless, but he’s definitely quite girthy. The first few times he had sex with you, he’d take it slow because he really didn’t want to hurt you and he was stretching you out so good.
“You’re so big,” you whispered as he carefully eased you onto his cock, hands gripping your hips tight. “Was worried you wouldn’t fit when we first had sex.”
David let out something akin to a hiss and a groan, his forehead leaning against yours. 
Tumblr media
Y — YEARNING
David’s sex drive isn’t all that high. It was mentioned before that you could work him up most of the time if you wanted to but unprompted, David would be just fine with having sex around once a week, especially since the two of you are so busy with work and quite tired when off it.
“We haven’t had sex in a while,” he whispered as he clambered into bed.
You muffled a yawn behind a fist. “Do you want to now?”
David rubbed at the corner of his eye, also fighting back a yawn. “I’m exhausted.”
“Me too.” The two of you laid down beneath the comforter, curling into your favorite positions like magnets snapping together. “In the morning, then?”
“Sounds good to me,” he replied, planting a chaste kiss on your shoulder and watching your eyelids slide shut.
Tumblr media
Z — ZZZ
Sleep is hard to come by for David, so he’s usually up for a while after sex. Just holding you, listening to you breathe, his nose pressed against your shoulder. He likes watching you sleep—not in a weird, creepy way, obviously, but he just likes how peaceful and restful you look. He finds that he sleeps much better with you around. Still doesn’t get enough hours, but it’s much more restful compared to his nights without you.
You collapsed into the mattress face-first with a satisfied noise, which was muffled into your pillow. Sweat glistened on both of your bodies, but neither of you had the energy to go wash up before bed. David’s eyes darted down to your legs, suppressing a grin when he saw his spend smeared between your thighs. 
“You’re too good, David,” you muttered, having turned your face away from the pillow, shooting him a lazy, blissed-out smile. 
Funny, he thought you were too good for him. His arms curled around you. “G’night, hon.”
“Night, David.”
153 notes · View notes
mochie85 · 9 months
Text
20 Questions
These Wicked Games Collection | Complete Masterlist
Summary: You wake up in Loki's bed the morning after as you try to ascertain exactly what is going on between you and the seductive god. A/N: This follows The Chase. This is also for @sarahscribbles Birthday Celebration. Happy Birthday, my love. I'm sorry this was late. I used one of your fluff prompts and made it dirty 😆🤭. "Are you really so oblivious?" Suggested Song: "Wicked Games" by Kiana Ledé (video after fic) Word Count: Over 1.9K Pairing: Loki x Female Reader Warnings: Smut; fingering, P in V, Oral.
Tumblr media Tumblr media
“Oh, pet. Is all this for me?” Loki growled appreciatively. He swiped his fingers through your folds causing you to whimper at his cold touch. He flicked your sensitive bud as he captured your lips in a heated kiss.
You could feel him, but it wasn’t enough. You held on tighter, wanting him closer. You ran your fingers through his curls and held on to his face as you met his lips with a passion of your own.
“I could get used to this every morning,” he said as he inserted two of his fingers inside your eager pussy making you moan into his mouth. “Waking up with you next to me. Wet and ready.” He began rimming his fingers around as he rubbed your nub with his thumb. “Would you like that, darling?”
“…Loki…” you whimpered, and your brows furrowed. But the feeling was…incomplete. You felt empty. Starved for his touch. You wanted to feel him closer to you. You writhed your hips, edging him to go deeper as he inserted a third finger inside you.
“I can make you scream every morning,” he exhaled, grinding his hips along with his fingers.
“Yes Loki, please!” You moaned out loud.
The sound of your loud moans woke you from your own slumber. Your consciousness slammed back into your body, waking you up from your delicious dream.
You turned over to find Loki hovering above you. His eyes gleamed with promise as he kissed his way down to the valley of your breast. You felt your legs forcefully widen as Loki separated your knees and positioned himself in between them.
Your thighs ached from last night. The spreader bar Loki used prevented you from closing them completely leaving you in an uncomfortable position.  “Loki,” you moaned.
“I woke up to the most wonderful noise this morning,” he teased as he licked and nipped the underside of your breasts, heading towards your navel. His lips were soft and plush. His hands were warm as they rested on your abdomen, keeping you pinned to the bed. “You were saying my name. Chanting it even. And I had yet to touch you.” His fingers dug into your supple thighs. “Wider,” he commanded, and you obeyed, without demur, feeling the soreness spread throughout your legs.
“Good girl,” he praised. You could feel his hot breath on you. Every word he spoke sent a vibration to your core. His tongue would lash out and just miss your sensitive nub, teasing you with every syllable out of his mouth.
It felt like your dream. His presence surrounded you but still, you wanted more. “…Loki…” you whined softly.
“Hmm. That’s exactly what you sounded like. What were you dreaming about, precious?”
“I…umh…” you stuttered as Loki’s lips hovered over your dripping cunt. He made it so impossible to think. Especially so soon after waking up. “Loki. No.”
“No? Would you like me to stop?” To his credit, he did stop, waiting for your reply.
“Yes!...No! No…don’t stop!”
“That’s my girl,” He turned his attention back to your thighs as he watched you fall further into your desire. His eyes were clear and bright as he made a show of biting you and then sticking his tongue to soothe the bruise that will show there eventually.
“I just…mmhmm…you said you would answer my questions this morning!” And you know you wouldn’t get any of them answered if he continued the way he was.
“Of course, my dear. You can ask me anything. Go ahead.” He held your eyes calculatedly as he licked one strong stripe up your lips and flicked your sensitive bundle of nerves. “…If you can,” he grinned.
The sight of his messy curls in between your legs sparked a wave of arousal inside you. Your body betrayed you as he teased you mercilessly and aggressively. His soft lips sucked and parted on your skin. His tongue licked around your sex, making you dizzy and needy.
“I can’t answer until you ask a question, love,” he rumbled, trying to get your mind to focus.
“I…mmhmm…Loki,” you mewled as he took another strong lick up your folds. “I can’t think when you’re…”
“That’s the game, darling.”
“You and your games!” you tried to protest but Loki latched his lips around your sensitive bud causing you to scream out loud.
“Ask!” he growled into your dripping cunt as he pulled you closer to his mouth.
You released the deep breath you held and gave in. His grip on your thighs and the promise of his tongue made you squeeze internally. “Fine! You-you said…hmm…”
“Hmm…what did I say, dearest?” he whispered as he ran his tongue over the hood of your clit.
“You said you liked me?”
“Yes.” Loki nodded his head. His nose brushed up against your sensitive nerve as he answered, making you squirm underneath him.
“H-how long?”
“Ah, ah, ah. My turn. And you still haven’t answered my first question,” he sighed naughtily. “What were you dreaming about?” He nuzzled against your heated skin, made sensitive by his dangerous mouth. He held his face upward, waiting for your answer. You tried to lift your hips to get in contact with his wicked tongue, but his arms held you down firmly. “My needy girl. Answer the question and I’ll be merciful.”
“I-I…my dream was a-bout you,” you whined. He smiled and dipped his head against your aching pussy, kissing it as if it were your mouth. You bit your lips at the sensation. “How long?” you asked him.
“Clever girl. Now you’re getting it,” he commended through your heady moans. “Since the first moment, I saw you.” He answered your question.
Loki flexed his jaw. His voice sent tiny vibrations to your already sensitive cunt. Loki nudged his nose up again, positioning his mouth over your sex. “What was I doing in your dream?” he asked before he took another strong lick up your folds.
“Ahhm-m. Me.” You yelled out grabbing the pillow by your head. “You were doing me.”
“What was I doing to you in your dream?” he asked cheekily.
You bit your lip and pushed his head down onto your dripping cunt, making him kiss you and suck on you. “No, no,” you teased. “It’s my turn to ask the question,” you said breathlessly. Loki chuckled at your confidence. He obliged by closing his eyes and moaning his praise into your dripping sex.
“Fuck, Loki. I’m so…”
“Ask!” he growled.
“Me? Me… Why me?” you panted.
“Are you really so oblivious?” he asked.
“That counts as your next question.” You laughed. “You’ve asked me two and I haven’t gotten answers to mine yet! You scoundrel!” Loki sucked on your clit hard as a warning, making you scream out from the slight pain. His tongue soothed and caressed it while his lips latched onto the surrounding folds making you buck into his face.
You both grew impatient. You didn’t think you could last any more questions with him constantly attacking you like he did.
Loki growled. His fervor and desire ruling all rational thought. “I love that you’re intelligent,” he said as he flattened out his tongue and lapped the juices flowing from your cunt.
“…Loki…”
“I love how clever you are.” He said giving your sensitive clit a soft kiss. “I love how you’re willing to play my games.” He laughed as he kissed his way up your stomach.
He knelt up on the bed, towering over your lustful figure beneath him. His eyes were wild taking in your heavy breathing. Your glowing skin. And how utterly besotted you were when you looked at him.
Your eyes were hooded and pleading, missing his tongue. Your mouth was open, ready to beg him to continue.
“And by the Norns, you look absolutely sinful laying on my bed the way you are now.” He lined his hard cock at your entrance and slammed his way inside your tight folds.
Both of you cried at the feeling of finally being joined together. “You beautiful creature.” He said taking himself out and drilling back in. “…unnh… The way you look at me,” he grunted. “The way you moan for me. The way you call out my name.”
His thrusts started getting faster and faster. He lifted your hips and sat them on top of his thighs. The new angle and position allowed him to go deeper and harder. Fucking up into your tight cunt.
His hands held your waist down as he used you as leverage to thrust deeper and deeper inside you. “Come for me, darling. I love the way you look when you come for me,” he said with eyes slanted and his mouth ready to scream his release.
You obeyed. The breathless tightening of your muscles, balling up inside you. The definitive explosion of your desire released itself through your screaming of his name. You gripped the sheets next to you. Your walls spasmed around his large girth as he moaned out your name and fell into his own release.
After his breathing evened, Loki chuckled and crawled his way up to you. He laid beside you, turning your body towards him as he held you in his embrace. “Was that anything like your dream?” he smiled.
You reached for his face to pull him closer to you. You could taste yourself on his lips as you kissed him zealously. Your fingers pulled his hair, making him moan and hold you tighter. “This was better than my dream.”
“Tell me what happened, and I’ll make your dreams come true.”
You giggled at his cheesy line. “Is that one of your questions?”
“No more questions,” he said. “I haven’t the patience for them when you’re already wrapped in my arms.”
“Can I ask one more, then? Just one?”
“What do you want to know?” he said scooting closer to you.
“What is this? Between us? What are we?”
“That’s three questions.” He taunted. “This is a very good morning...A very. Good. Morning.” He said flicking your hardened nipple with his thumb. “Between us is a mutual attraction that I’d like to explore further. And as to what we are…What do you want us to be?”
You didn’t know how to answer that question. You’ve slept with each other twice now. You didn’t want to sound desperate and clingy and say that you wanted an exclusive relationship. But you also didn’t know how deep this attraction between the two of you was. Was it just earth-shattering sex? Can the two of you get along without it?
“Stop thinking.” He said, noticing your silence and worried look.
“I wanna know how you really feel about me.”
“I think I just told you while I made you scream out my name.” he teased. You recounted what he said. You were clever and intelligent. He loved that you were willing to play his games with him.
“Is this all just a game to you, then?”
“No. What made you think that?” You started to get up from his bed, detangling yourself from his embrace. He doesn’t love you. Of course, he doesn’t. He just wanted a toy. Someone new to play with. “Why? Why come into my room last night?! Why seek me out then?” Loki’s voice grew angrier and louder as he watched you get dressed.
The blissful moment that you both shared just moments ago shattered into pieces. “It was a mistake. I shouldn’t have come.”
“A mistake?” Loki looked hurt and angry. You put on your clothes that were neatly laid out on his table. You couldn’t get out of his room fast enough. “Fine. We all learn from our mistakes. This will never happen again.”
You opened his door and yelled, “Fine!”
“Fine!” he yelled back as you slammed his door closed, leaving him to seethe in his pain.
Tumblr media
youtube
⬅️The Chase | Truth or Dare���️
🏷️ @emarich7 @michelleleewise @coldnique @vickie5446 @psychospore @mukagentropy @lokisgoodgirl @silverfire475 @fictive-sl0th @springdandelixn @wheredafandomat @goldencherriess @peaches1958 @salempoe @thomase1 @kkdvkyya @a-witch-with-words @mischief2sarawr @sarawr-reads @vbecker10 @peachymallow @irishhappiness @cakesandtom @simplyholl @here4thefanfics @tallseaweed @holdmytesseract @immersed-in-mischief @joyful-enchantress @lovelysizzlingbluebird @lokisninerealms @kikster606 @glitterylokislut @loz-3 @slytherclaw1227 @chantsdemarins @the-lady-amphitrite @eleniblue @km-ffluv @lokidokieokie @n3rdybirdee @melsunshine @lokischambermaid
445 notes · View notes
foxherder · 4 months
Text
My Reading List
My reading recommendations! None of these are mine (except for my masterlist). Most of these are Loki x reader fics so I’ll only mark it if not. I apologize for many pings in advance!
Nsfw: 💜 | Fluff: 💖 | Angst: ❤️ | Dark: 🖤 | Agere: 💛 | None: 🧡 | TBR: 🤎 | My favs: 💙 | Festive: 🎄| Smuttish: ❤️‍🔥 | Birthday: 🥳 | Kinktober: 🎃
Masterlist
Headcanons
Headcanons for kissing with Loki by @lokisswiftie 💖💜
Dirty Loki A-Z by @lokisbiiiitch1993 💜💙
Loki Comfort HCs by @yummygender 💖💙
Drabbles
Lyrics Drabble Mania by @holdmytesseract ❤️‍🔥💖❤️
@clandestineloki drabbles:
fanfiction 💖
Loki’s eyes 🧡
spilling lunch (mob boss!Loki) TW: gore ❤️💖❤️‍🔥🖤
loki x reader 💜💖💙
loki x puppygirl reader 💖💜
loki x pet!kitty girl reader 💖💙
loki x kitten/bunny reader 💖
loki x princess reader 💜💖
Gentle Touch by @blue-sadie ❤️💖
Oneshots
Worshipped by a God by @sarahscribbles 💖💜
Your Pathetic Noises by @wannabemurdock 💜
Crybaby God by @yummygender 💖💛💙
Dinner for Two by @kaycrowley 💖
In Too Deep by @thefaefiction 💜💖💙
Professor!Tom Hiddleston x reader
Love Without End by @fandomloversstuff 💖❤️
You’re a Milf and I’m a Motherfucker by @lanadelreyscokewhor3 💜💖💙
Those Green Eyes by @walaskart (Loki S2 spoilers) 💖
Secret Santa Event by @fictive-sl0th 💜💖💙🎄
My Darling by @clandestineloki 💛💖💙
Right Where We Belong by @flightlessangelwings 💖💜❤️
Overtime by @cleo-fox 💜💖❤️💙
I Demand a Spanking by @yummygender 💜
Rude Interruption by @darkficsyouneveraskedfor (part of a series) 💜🖤
Flying Solo by @mrsbuckybarnes1917 💖💜
Bucky x reader
Loki x ED Reader by @yummygender TW: eating disorder 💖❤️‍🔥❤️ 💙
Burning Words by @lokiprompts ❤️💖
Solace in His Arms by @poetic-fiasco TW: depression ❤️💖💙
Nightmares by @kaycrowley 💖
Love Story by @imagines-random 💖❤️
Story of a Real Romantic Relationship by @mimisempai (Lokius) 💖💙
Loki x Reader by @4everdramaqueen ❤️💖
Training by @marvelnatr 💜🖤💖
Nat x reader
Series
A Drop of Poison by @btsinwonderland (Hogwarts AU with Loki x reader) 💖💜❤️💙
*Chapter 9 ❤️💖💙
*Chapter 10 ❤️💖
*Chapter 12 ❤️‍🔥❤️💙
*Chapter 13 ❤️‍🔥💖❤️
*Chapter 14 💖❤️‍🔥❤️
*Chapter 15 💜💖❤️
*Chapter 17 💜💖❤️
*Chapter 18 💜❤️
*Chapter 24 💜❤️💖💙
Beyond the Timelines by @yummygender (fix-it-fic, genderfluid Loki representation) TW: abuse ❤️💖
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Need by @barbiedragon 💜💖❤️💙
Professor AU with Loki x Helmut x reader, BDSM
Loki Masterlist by @hrefna-the-raven 🤎
Portal To My Heart by @anonymousewrites 🤎
Other Reading Lists
Tom Hiddleston Fic Recommendations @abbygracerecs 💜💖🤎
Fic Recommendation by @lives-in-midgard 🤎
Bucky, Steve, Wanda, Yelena, Loki
Authors
@sarahscribbles Masterlist
@lokisgoodgirl Masterlist
@lokisprettygirl Masterlist
@lokisbiiiitch1993 Masterlist
@holdmytesseract Masterlist
@vespasianphantom Masterlist
@fictive-sl0th Masterlist
@blackleatherjacketz Loki Masterlist
@muddyorbsblr Masterlist
@clandestineloki Masterlist
@cleo-fox Masterlist
@ghostofskywalker Loki Masterlist
@lindsey-laufeyson Masterlist
@yummygender
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6 Part 7
Part 8
198 notes · View notes
xoxovivafics · 8 months
Text
Struck By Lightning
Tumblr media
Pairing: chubby! Thor x black reader
Rating: Explicit, 18+ only. Minors, ageless, blank, & non-updated blogs will be blocked immediately.
Word count: 6,423 words
Plot: After moving to a new village to open an antique shop, you befriend Thor, the local woodworker. But you aren’t sure what to do about your growing feelings…
Warnings: For 18+ readers, this fic is filled with sex, including rough sex, vaginal sex, fingering, oral sex, rough kissing and dirty talk. Brief mention of family death and illness.
Notes: This was meant to be short, lol. I finally wrote a chubby Thor AU! I’ve listened to way too much 80s metal to get in the right headspace for this story. Thor is a comic accurate 6’6.
Tagging: @megamindsecretlair
Tumblr media
What had drawn you to this sleepy seaside village, besides the stunning views, was its quaint shops and thriving community. It was the perfect place to open your antique shop, finally moving from an online business to bricks and mortar. Against all odds, your cosy, quirky shop was a success.
You travelled around the country finding pieces from people trying to clear out Granny’s cottage for a quick house flip. Sometimes, the pieces were in amazing condition, needing only a quick clean and wax before they were put out on the shop floor. But sometimes they needed more help than you could give.
Luckily for you, your town had another hidden bonus. Thor Odinson, the hot woodworker and furniture restorer who worked across the road. 
It was hard not to notice him. He looked like a viking, tall and massively strong. His long hair was sun-kissed blond, his dark beard thick and well-trimmed. He was burly, with muscular, tattooed arms and a large, soft stomach that you wanted to lay your head on. 
He was just so damned masculine. He wore it with ease, lifting large, heavy furniture like they were toys and using tools like they were made for his hands only. Watching him wield a hammer shouldn’t have been as exhilarating as it was. 
You looked forward to bringing him new pieces, and he enjoyed how interested you were in the process. He sometimes came by your shop just to chat on his lunch break, his booming voice and jovial, easy laughter brightening an otherwise stressful day. 
He was more sensitive and thoughtful than he appeared, explaining the science behind some of the tools he created, and the new crafts he was learning to build his own little cottage. He was fascinating.
On one bright, summer day, you stopped by Thor’s shop with lunch in hand. You’d made  katsu curry the night before and it was too much for one person to get through. A quick glance revealed that he wasn’t in the shop. Instead, his younger sibling Loki was at the counter, their expression bored as they flipped through a magazine.
Thor had mentioned that they would be around over the summer, helping Thor to look after their ailing father. He’d spoken with pride about his sibling, the cutting-edge playwright. He also told you that their relationship had always been tumultuous, especially after their mother died. You were happy that they were talking again.
“Hiya, Loki, right?” You told them your name. “Thor’s told me so much about you. I own the shop across the road, I have lunch and a new project for Thor if he’s around?”
Loki gave you an intense, unnerving look before giving you a small smile. “How charming. My brother is in his offsite workshop today, I believe that he is creating a staircase. I’m sure that he would enjoy a diversion. Do you know where it is?”
Loki sounded so much posher than their brother, though they both shared the same slightly old-fashioned way of speaking. They looked so different, it was like night and day. You nodded. “Yeah, I’ve been before.” 
“Splendid.”
You looked in your bag. “Would you like a pastry, I have danishes.”
Loki’s smile was more genuine this time, making them appear younger, sweeter. “Thank you, but my boyfriend is bringing me lunch soon.”
You smiled and waved as you walked out the door. “See you around, enjoy your break.”
Thor’s workshop was only a few streets away, in one of the old Victorian warehouses. Most had been turned into hip cafes, shops or breweries. You texted him to tell him you were coming, but didn’t get a response. Not surprising, he never checked his messages.
You walked in, admiring his new work. He usually fixed his larger pieces here. You gently ran your hand over an elegant walnut chair, marvelling at its smooth, clean lines. You had a feeling that this was destined for his new cottage. One wall was covered in tools, some crafted by Thor himself. He never accepted the compliment, but he was an artist.
“Hey, Thor? I bought you lunch, hope you’re hungry!” Your voice echoed in the large space. You placed the bag on an empty table. When he didn’t answer, you walked to his office, a small room tucked away in the back. 
You remembered that he’d told you once that he listened to metal when drafting new pieces. He said it invigorated him. It also made it impossible for him to hear anything.
You knocked softly on his door. You could hear tinny music coming from inside. You turned the knob, opening the door slowly, just a crack.
Thor sat hunched at his desk, facing away from you. For a moment, you thought he was working. Until you heard it. The occasional soft, panting grunt. The obscene sound of his fist moving over his dick in firm strokes. You froze.
You couldn’t see anything, only hear the quiet, forceful sound of him chasing his pleasure. You shouldn’t be here, you shouldn’t be listening to something so intimate. You should leave immediately.
But you remained, transfixed. Thor’s chair swivelled with his movements, turning to the side. With a whispered curse you ducked behind the door. You peered around, curiosity winning over decency.
Thor's arm rested on the swell of his stomach. You couldn’t help but admire the bulge of his arm, covered in vibrant tattoos, tanned by working in the hot July sun. But that admiration quickly shifted. His large, calloused hand was wrapped around the base of his thick, veiny shaft. It was even better looking than you had imagined. 
“Fuck,” he said in a soft growl, and you couldn’t help but echo that statement, your pussy clenching at the deepness of his voice as he stroked his dick.
His messy blond hair fell into his face as he leaned forward. You wished at that moment that you could be between his large thighs. You’re going straight to Hell , you thought. No waiting in the queue, just straight to the infernal gates .
He murmured something that made your heart skip a beat. He said your name with a desperate yearning that made you feel as though the ground had suddenly become unsteady. 
He’s thinking of me? 
You moved away from the door as Thor’s hand gripped the arm of his chair, his strokes becoming faster. You felt guilty, you’d already seen more than you should. But part of you felt even guiltier that you wanted to see more, that it had turned you on.
You hurried out of the warehouse, quickly sending another message that you dropped off lunch. 
You didn’t return to your shop, instead quickly walking back home. The sound of Thor’s grunts still filled your ears, the vision of his legs spread and fingers curved around his dick pushing out all other thoughts. You needed release or you were going to be useless all day.
Tumblr media
The next day passed as normal, as though your world hadn’t unexpectedly tilted on its axis. You were flattered that he fantasised about you, but it left you at a loss on what to do next. Your practical side worried about how this might affect your business. Thor was the best restorer you’d met in a while. 
The bell over the door broke your reverie. You looked up and were greeted by Thor’s cheerful grin. Don’t look suspicious! 
You smiled back with an awkward, small wave. His hair was loose again, and he wore a muscle tee under a plaid shirt and heavy work jeans. He strolled to the counter, his heavy boots creaking on the old floor with every step. Cornflower blue eyes looked at you good-naturedly as he leaned against wood and glass.
“Thank you for the lunch yesterday, it was just what I needed. I hope that you weren’t waiting long.” He placed down cleaned tupperware.
“Uh, no! Not at all. Loki told me where you were, and I wanted to ask you about a new possible project, but, erm. You weren’t around. Or I couldn't find you, at least!” You gave a small, nervous chuckle. Damn it. 
Thor gazed at you with the same intense stare as his sibling, as though he was able to see into your mind. But the moment passed just as quickly. He smiled fondly at you. 
“So, what do you have for me this time, vennen ?”
You moved around the counter. “You’ll love it. Georgian writing table, mahogany. It’s gorgeous, but the drawers are falling apart and it’s missing some detailing. The wood’s also been damaged and stained in places.”
You led him to the back room, where your new stock was waiting to be cleaned and priced. Thor whistled when you showed him the piece.
“It’s beautiful.” He walked around the desk, inspecting it carefully. You knew he was making a list of everything that needed repair, debating the best way to fix the larger issues. He rubbed his beard in thought. “I need this for my cottage. Let me pay you for it.”
You scratched the back of your neck. “Yeah, of course. Gimme £500 for it.”
Thor protested, his face serious. “ Vennen , no, that’s much too cheap. This must be worth at least two grand.”
“Yeah, but if I deduct the cost of your labour and mate’s rates- it’s fine, Odinson. I barely paid anything for it.” You were as surprised as he was by the words coming out of your mouth. Why did you want to practically give away this antique?
Because he wanted it, and you wanted him to have whatever made his face fill with such happiness. 
He took your hand, shaking his head. His touch sent a surge of want through you, making your cunt ache. “No, I will pay you properly. I insist. I will not take advantage of our friendship.”
You nodded, not trusting your words. “Okay.”
He looked down at your hand, as if suddenly realising what he had done. He gently stroked your palm with his thumb, a small lightning bolt tattooed beneath his knuckle. The large silver rings on his fingers pressed against your skin. His hand dwarfed yours, and yet his touch was delicate. 
He moved away, quickly jamming his hands in his back pockets. He looked around the room for a moment. “Er, I can pick this up after work, I’ll need to collect my van.” He scratched his cheek. “I should go, Loki becomes murderous without a proper lunch.”
Your smile was strained. “Yeah, sure, of course. See you later.”
He hesitated for a moment, before thinking better of it. “See you soon.”
You walked him out of the stockroom, waving goodbye before helping a customer. But you couldn’t help but watch him as he strolled across the street.
Tumblr media
You were humming along to the radio as you straightened up the shop and emptied the till. You’d worried so much about whether you’d be able to make this shop work. But business was steady, and your neighbours were welcoming. And sexy , you thought. With a dick that would look perfect in my mouth- 
A rap on the door interrupted your increasingly filthy thoughts. You smoothed down your skirt before hurrying to the front of the shop. Thor waited patiently for you to unlock the door, gazing at the still sunny sky. You chatted amiably as you moved through the shop, though he seemed quieter than usual.
You pulled open the back door, letting in the evening sunlight. “Do you need help carrying it?” 
He chuckled softly. “You always ask, and I always give you the same answer.”
You shrugged as you moved out of his way. “What can I say, I’m a creature of habit.”
You both lapsed into silence as he moved the desk, the muscles in his arms bulging as he carried it to his van. 
Thor closed the van doors with a heavy thunk. He turned back to you, his eyes piercing. “I’ll be working in my warehouse next week, if you want to stop by for lunch again. I usually take a short break in my office around two. I keep the door unlocked, though I suppose you know that now. I-” He paused. “I would not mind if you visited.”
Your face felt hot with embarrassment and  nausea-inducing shame. He knew. He knew you saw him, that you were a Peeping Tom. Fuck . 
You bit your lip as you looked down, afraid to face the judgement in his face. It took a second for his words to register properly. He knew and he was inviting you back? 
You looked at him, your eyes wide. He gave you a brusque nod, his eyes dark with uncertainty. “Good night, I will send you an invoice next week so that you can tell me the final price.”
He turned to leave and you hesitated, embarrassment and desire warring within you. “Thor, wait,” you said softly. He turned around, crossing his arms. I’m so sorry, it was an accident, that isn’t me- 
“I’m travelling next week, but I’m around on Monday. I can stop by in the afternoon. For, erm, lunch.” 
Thor’s hopeful smile wiped away your bad feelings and unspoken apology. “Until then, vennen min . Have a nice weekend.”
Your smile was equally hopeful. “Are you ever going to tell me what that means?”
“Perhaps I might over lunch.” His tone was playful. Cheeky bastard .
“Night, Thor. See you soon.” You closed the door after waving goodbye, letting out a small exhilarated squeal. The rapid change of emotion left your heart racing and your blood thundering in your ears. You leaned on the door until you felt steady again.
If he wasn’t embarrassed, then you’d try not to be, either. Especially since he’d invited you back under the pretence of lunch.
Monday couldn’t come fast enough.
Tumblr media
When Monday arrived, the hours zoomed by. You wore a cherry patterned sundress and a light cardigan, enough to make you presentable at work but still desirable to your restorer. 
At two you closed for lunch and walked to the warehouse. When you passed by Thor’s shop, Loki greeted you with a wave and a smirk. You waved back but hurried on. You knocked on the warehouse door, looking at the people sitting outside at the cafe next door.
Thor opened the door, covered in sweat and dust. He wore an apron covered in wood stain and paint. His eyes brightened as he took you in. “Come in, apologies for the mess.”
“It’s alright, no worries.” You couldn’t help but smile at how handsome he looked, even though he was messy. He wore thin, black glasses and his braided hair fell over his broad shoulder.
He locked the door behind you. “Give me a few minutes to clean up, I’ll be back.” He gestured to a midcentury sofa in a corner. “It’s safe to sit on, I promise. Make yourself comfortable.”
He seemed almost flustered. It was cute. You flipped through a magazine as you waited, looking at photos of lovely countryside homes. You tried to ignore the nervousness that began to creep in uninvited.
Hard rock played softly on the radio, interrupted by the patter of the dj and a few adverts. Thor emerged after ten minutes, his hair damp. He wore a knit shirt over a black t-shirt and dark jeans. He sat down next to you, resting his arm on the back of the sofa.
“I’m sorry about last week. I didn’t mean to spy on you during an intimate moment. Though you should really lock your doors!” You couldn’t help yourself. “What if I were a- a burglar! Or a murderer?”
He chuckled as he moved closer to you. “I think I could handle myself if you were trying to murder me, or steal from me.”
“Not if I caught you unawares,” you replied. “I could steal one of your hammers.”
That made him laugh outright, the booming sound echoing in the large space. “No one could lift my hammers, they’re too heavy.”
“Whatever. So is the lunchtime self-pleasure session a normal thing?” You watched his face for some hidden clue. Maybe he was secretly a pervert.
“No! No.” He sighed. “There are five of us in a small house- Father, his carer, me, and now Loki and their boyfriend for the summer. There’s no privacy. So if I need release, this is the only place where I have any solitude.”
You exhaled. You knew that his dad was very ill, but didn’t think how complicated that would make things. “God, of course. I’m sorry.”
He looked at you, his sad smile fleeting. “Please, there’s no need for apologies. It’s only temporary. My cottage will be finished by autumn and my old man is being cared for.”
You looked down at the magazine in your hand, rolling it up. You gave Thor’s thigh a soft whack, a mischievous smile teasing your lips. “So.  When did I become part of your ‘release’?”
The question surprised him, making him wince. “Fuck. You heard that?”
“Yeah. That day was a big surprise.”
He leaned back on the sofa, turning his head towards you. “I’m attracted to you, it would be hard not to be. You’re wonderful.”
“Oh, Thor. Why didn’t you just tell me?”
“We work together, vennen. I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable if you didn’t feel the same way. I know that I’m not to everyone’s taste.”
You groaned in exasperation. “We’re both idiots.” You moved closer, until you were sitting beside him. You smoothed down your dress. “Seeing you touch that thick cock of yours turned me on so much that I couldn’t go straight back to work. I had to go home because I was dripping wet at the thought of you fucking me.”
“Fuck,” he breathed, helpless. You could see the stirrings of his erection.
“You’re handsome, kind and wonderfully inventive. I always look forward to seeing you and chatting. It makes my day, if I’m honest. I really like you, Thor. But feelings can wait. I need you to fuck me, please don’t make me beg.”
He put an arm around you and brought you tight against him. It was heavenly how strong he was. His smile was radiant as he brought his lips closer to yours. He hesitated, trying to memorise this second of endless possibility.
“Please don’t tease me,” you whispered.
He kissed you and it wasn’t gentle. He pushed you onto the sofa, never reliquenshing his embrace. He ground against you as he pressed filthy kisses against your lips. He was desperate to taste you, his tongue meeting yours to claim you. You whimpered when he bit your bottom lip, teeth raking against soft skin before he kissed you again with a sweetness that made you ache. 
He felt like both the shelter and the storm, unceasing in how much he wanted you. You met every touch, rising to every kiss, bite and his fiendish, knowing tongue, which travelled down your throat, towards your breasts. He unbuttoned your dress, impatient to taste more of you.
You shrugged off your dress and cardigan, revealing your surprise. Underneath your demure outfit was your best attempt at heavy metal fantasy. You wore a black latex bra and thong that shone under the warehouse lights. The plunging bra had harness straps that curved over the top of your breasts, a small buckle between the cups. The thong was small and begging to be pulled off, with more harness straps around your waist. 
Thor’s mind went blank. He rubbed his beard as he took you in, muttering something in a language you didn’t understand. His voice was deeper, the words oddly melodic.
You sat up, feeling unsure. Maybe this was a silly idea. “Do you like it?”
“You’re perfect,” he said, his wonderment causing an unexpected warmth. He was so honest that you knew he meant it. 
He kissed your body with fervour, moving lingerie aside to kiss your breasts and suck on your nipples. His eyes seared into you as he watched your stuttered gasps and soft pants, sated only by your pleasure. 
He held your thighs up with ease as he pulled your thong off with his teeth. He ate your cunt like a man famished, not bothering with a gentle lead up. He wanted you and he would have you. His beard created a delicious friction against your skin as his tongue lapped up your soaked pussy.
Your fingers clutched the sofa cushions, your panting turning into wanton moans. His thick, ringed fingers entered you as his talented mouth travelled to your clit, lavishing it with needed attention. 
The warehouse filled with the sound of your pussy being filled and your desperate, whining pleas. Oh fuck, oh fuck, Thor, please don’t stop, oh! Feels so good! ‘M so close, need more baby, please! 
He grunted at the breathy breaks in your voice, his dick straining against his trousers. His curved fingers dragged against your walls as he pumped in and out of you. A wail wafted from the radio, the singer’s lewd moans matching your own. He put your legs down so that he could kiss you as he fucked you, his touch possessive and his beard soaking wet.
You came with a shaky cry on his lips, which he gratefully accepted. He removed his fingers, drenched in your slick. He stuffed them in your mouth, your tongue sliding over the cool metal of his rings before you tasted yourself on his rough fingers. It turned you on to see how he watched you, his expression enrapt as your tongue caught every drop.
You shut your eyes as you lustily sucked his fingers, his low moan making your pussy spasm. He removed his hand and leaned over you.
“I need to fuck you, now.” His earnest face was serious.
“Then fuck me.”
He picked you up and carried you to one of his empty worktops. He sat you down on top, giving you one more sweet kiss, his hands clutching your hips. “In a moment, I’m going to turn you around, and I’m going to fuck you from behind. I’ve dreamed of how pretty your arse would look while I fill up your cunt. Is that alright?”
You nodded, biting your lip.
“Speak to me, kjær .” His tone was gentle.
“Please Thor, fill me up. I need you inside me.” 
You whimpered when he spread your legs wide, pressing two fingers inside you once more. He stroked you slowly before adding a third, watching how pretty your pussy looked as his fingers disappeared inside. Your dark skin was covered in a sheen of sweat, and your thighs trembled. 
You gasped in surprise when he playfully bit your nipple, his tongue immediately there to soothe and push you closer to the edge. He spoke softly in your ear as his strokes became rougher and your sobs more frequent.
“ Vennen has many meanings. Most straightforwardly, it means friend, which I consider you. Our friendship means a great deal to me.” His fingers found your spot, and you moaned and held on to him as he focused his attention on making you pant like an animal in heat.
He continued as he hit your spot again and again. “But vennen also means darling or sweetheart. Vennen min is my darling. I’ve longed to make you mine, to taste you, to kiss you.” His voice was husky.  “If we grow closer, it will mean my love. I hope that it will mean that one day. Kjær means dear, which you are to me. Would you like to learn more?”
“ Please .”
“ Godjenta . That means good girl, which you are being right now. Will you keep being a good girl for me?” He smiled happily as your cunt clenched around his fingers.
“Yes, oh fuck, yes!”
Thor picked you up and flipped you around, pressing you against the table. He kissed your back as he unzipped his jeans. He pulled himself free and stroked his dick at the sight of you, bent over and begging so sweetly for him. 
You held your breath as he gripped your hip, knowing what was coming. However, knowledge didn’t stop you from crying out as he entered you slowly. You could barely take him, even as your slick eased his path. 
Thor gasped in pleasure, his eyes dazed as your pussy took him in. You were made for him. You moved away involuntarily, feeling stuffed to the brim. He pulled you back towards him, keeping you still.
“Darling, be good for me,” he murmured. He grunted as he angled you to his liking, eschewing slowness for desperate need. He bottomed out, his low, delighted fuck settling deep in your core as his balls rubbed against your ass.
Each thrust made you cry out, your thighs jiggling as he pulled out completely, entering you again and again as though trying to recreate that first moment of transcendent bliss.
Thor leaned over you as he fucked you, his stomach reassuringly solid against your back. He held you close to him, threading his fingers through yours as his strokes became more punishing. He smelled earthy and comforting, his sweat mingling with yours.
He overwhelmed you with sweet words as his thick cock stretched you to your limits, dragging against your walls until your eyes rolled back and you made guttural sounds that rose deep from your gut. And still he praised you as he rubbed your clit, until you came on his cock, seeing stars. But he wasn’t satisfied, he couldn’t be. He’d dreamed of this and didn’t want it to end.
Pleasure and pain wrapped together until you felt like you were caught adrift in a storm, with only Thor to guide you back. He turned you back around so that he could kiss you and see how beautiful you looked with his dick inside you, how pretty you looked as your glistening body shook and your back arched with the strength of another orgasm.
“So beautiful, kjær , you can come again for me, I know you can.” Thor stroked your hair tenderly and wiped the tears from your eyes. 
He held your thighs aloft, almost folding you in half as he fucked you roughly, the sound of his dick claiming your pussy drowning out the radio. He looked almost imperial standing above you, the intensity of his desire to have you making you quake. And still that damnable softness in his gaze remained even as he conquered you. 
With each deep thrust as he showed you that your cunt, which so snugly enveloped him and welcomed him back in, was his and only his. There was no need to say it, you both knew. He fucked you like his life depended on you shattering beneath him, and so you did. As many times as he demanded, until you thought that you would lose yourself completely.
Thor held you, kissing you softly. His movements slowed, so that you could feel every slow, aching stroke. You wrapped your legs around him, keeping him close to you, forcing him deeper.
“ Godjenta min ,” he said softly, his voice rumbling like thunder across your skin. “My perfect girl. I’m close, can I come inside you? I want to see you dripping with me under that pretty dress.”
You threw your head back with a moan. He was so fucking sincere, he made dirty talk sound like the natural order of things. You almost found yourself nodding, of course you wanted to go back to work filled with his come, your thong a weak barrier for his load. Fuck, the thought of working all afternoon while his seed leaked from your spent pussy made you come again. This was getting ridiculous. Was Thor secretly a sex god?
“No.” You giggled at his heartbroken expression. “I’ve dreamt of tasting you. Do you want me to be your good girl and suck your dick?”
Thor looked as though Christmas had come early, not quite believing his luck. “I would like that very much.”
You laughed as you kissed him again, enjoying the softness of his beard and the hungry eagerness of his lips. You put your legs down, sitting up on your elbows. “Go sit on the sofa, baby.”
When he pulled out, you missed him immediately. You ached in the best possible way, you wondered if you’d feel him for days to come. You pulled him down for one more kiss, the fabric of his t-shirt bunching in your hand. He was immensely kissable.
He sat down, spreading his legs wide. He stroked his cock as he watched you, his expression rapt. For weeks afterwards you’d think about this image as you reached between your thighs, of him waiting for you, wanting you, all of you. 
You stood up on wobbly legs, making your way towards him. He’d placed a cushion between his feet to protect you from the hard concrete. You knelt in front of him, looking into his eyes. It felt like worship, but you weren’t sure which one of you was doing the worshipping.
His dick sat thick and heavy in his large hand, his fingers deftly travelling his length. You bit your lip in anticipation. 
Adoringly you kissed his tip before taking him into your mouth. You thrilled at his shuddered gasp as you took him deeper. You looked up at him, but his eyes were shut in bliss. You pulled away from him, needing to tease him just a little. 
His disappointed groan was cut short as you licked and fondled his balls, earning you an appreciative moan. You licked a path up the underside of his cock, revelling in the feel of him on your tongue, the taste of sweat and him . Your fingers dipped between your folds as you swallowed him again, going further still. 
He made you feel greedy as you bobbed on his dick, almost drooling at the size as you took it down your throat. You couldn’t help but gag as you tried to accommodate his girth. Thor grunted as your throat constricted around him. He placed a shaking hand on your face, caressing your cheek.
“So good,” he growled out. “Look at me, kjær .” He moaned at your wrecked expression, your watery eyes hazy with lust, your mouth still trying to take him fully. He could hear the wonderful obscenity of you desperately fingering your soaked cunt, turned on all over again. 
“Do you need help, darling?” he asked. “Do you want more of me?” He chuckled as you nodded.
Thor carefully held your head, fucking your mouth with careful thrusts. He sighed at your muffled grunts as he made you take every inch. You had to remember to breathe, to not choke on his length. But it all became too much for him as he looked down at you, at your trusting face and beautiful body. 
He held you still as he came down your throat in thick, hot spurts, moaning triumphantly. He released your head, his cock still dripping on your tongue as he pulled out. You rested between his thighs, happily exhausted.
He helped you up, bringing you into his lap. He kissed you passionately, enjoying the taste of himself on your tongue. He couldn’t help but touch you once more, just to make you happy. It was all he wanted. Those ringed fingers brought you quickly to the edge as you grinded against him, your forehead resting against his, your soft pants ghosting across his lips.
“Fuck, darling, you feel so good, you’re so good, so good,” you whined, your voice raspy.
“You marvellous, beautiful girl. I want to fuck you all day. But I demand that you come on my fingers. Now.”  
His commanding voice shocked you. Or rather, it shook you to your core, raging through every synapse and vein. You came with a ragged sob, sagging against him. Thor quickly removed his hand, wrapping his arms around you. He nuzzled your cheek, holding you until your breathing steadied and your body stilled.
You both looked at each other and laughed at the afternoon’s turn of events. You stretched your arms over your head, causing Thor to admonish you.
“If you keep doing that, I’ll have to have you again.”
You scoffed as you tried to rise, but Thor gathered you back into his embrace. You tried not to smile at his antics. “You’re insatiable, Odinson.”
“Yes, you’ve brought this out of me. I truly could fuck you all day. You looked so pretty sucking my cock, I want to see how lovely you look with my come painting your breasts.” He continued, hearing your sharp inhale. He grabbed your hips, thrusting slowly against you with a sly grin. “Or perhaps I should show you how well I can take care of your delicious cunt. I could feast on you for hours.”
“Fucking hell, Thor! You’re an absolute menace.” This wouldn’t do, you were both getting aroused again.
His grin softened. “But what I would like most of all is take you to lunch by the beach, and hold your hand while we talk. I have longed to do that with you, vennen . And perhaps we could arrange a date night once you return from your travels.”
“I’d like that. Maybe you could come to my place for dinner, stay the night. I- I’ve often thought about how it would feel to wake up in your arms.” An embarrassed heat wended its way through you.
He looked at you so tenderly that it felt indecent. “That would make me incredibly happy.” 
Grudgingly you climbed off Thor, who looked as unhappy about it as you were. You gathered up your clothes as he led you to the small bathroom. You had to stop him from following you in, or else you’d never leave.
Once you’d both cleaned up and got dressed, it was almost like you had imagined it. But your cunt was still sore and aching at the thought of him. His lustful hands had left the telltale tenderness of invisible bruising. And you both had been honest with each other. It was real. He wanted you, and you craved him.
“Thor?” you said, hopping inelegantly as you put your shoes back on.
He opened the door, letting the world rush back in. Seagulls cried over the sounds of the cafe. “Yes?”
“I think your music might be growing on me. I’ll associate it with some sweet memories from now on.” You couldn’t help but grin. 
“I’ll make sure that you have even more nice memories, my dear. I’ll have to make a playlist for you, I already know the perfect songs to start your journey! You’ll soon be attending concerts with me.” He looked so pleased, it was adorable.
“We’ll see, I make no promises.” You looped your arm through his and leaned against him, delighting in the small act of possessiveness. 
Thor looked down at you. It had been such a long time since he had been with anyone. The days of one night stands and wild sex were far behind him. Work was his only companion, and he had made peace with it, or at least convinced himself that he had. 
But then you came into his life, clever, funny and so damned easy to talk to. You gave him hope that maybe there was still time for something more. Something real and wonderful.
“Thor, darling?” You tapped his arm. He seemed a million miles away. “Where should we go for lunch?”
He came back to you. He told you about a restaurant near the pier run by his friends Volstagg and Fandral, Vahalla. “It has one of the best lunch menus in the village. I’m partial to the lobster brioche. And the steak and ale pie.”
You looked at your phone. Fuck. It was much later than you thought. You hadn’t really expected to go as far as you did. Hoped, but not expected. Damn Thor and his talented, well, everything.
“Right, let’s close our shops early and have a long lunch. And maybe a beer or two. Then we could see where the night takes us. If you’re not busy.”
Thor adjusted his glasses as he locked the door behind him. “Eager for more already, eh?”
You could see that he was just as eager. “You did say that you could go all day. I just want to see how honest you are, Odinson.”
Thor roared with laughter. He took your hand in his as you walked back towards your shops. “I’ve been told that I’m honest to a fault, Godjenta .”
Your pussy clenched immediately. “Oh, c’mon, that’s not fair.”
He was unrepentant. “I never said that I was fair.” He kissed the top of your head. “Besides, just wait until tonight, you’ll see how unfair I can really be.”
You shook your head, though excitement surged through you. You spoke quietly so that only he could hear. “I can play just as dirty, darling. Just wait until you see the other outfits I bought, each more scandalous than the last. Some barely cover anything at all. We’ll see who’s on their knees first.”
You gave him a quick kiss. You could see Thor’s brain turn fuzzy. 
“See you back here in a few,” you said brightly. You waved at Loki, who was leaning against the counter and laughing at their brother’s obvious shock. 
Thor watched you walk into your shop, all too aware of what you wore underneath. He scratched his beard, a stunned smile on his face. He went into his shop and told Loki to go home early, refusing to look at the Chesire cat smile he knew was there.
You whistled the tune to Paradise City as you closed up shop, not knowing the words or the band. It really was growing on you. 
Thor was already waiting for you when you came back out. Seeing him felt like the first time. It always did. He stood proudly, his hair as bright as sunlight, his arms calling you back. His face transformed when he saw you, as though there was no one else, as though he was blessed by your presence.
Your happy smile mirrored his own. Oh hell. It was too late, wasn’t it? You were definitely going to fall in love with this man. But that was still in the future. For now, you looked forward to a nice lunch with wonderful company.
Tumblr media
329 notes · View notes
lokiandbuckysdoll · 5 months
Text
𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐻𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝐻𝑜𝓁𝒹𝓈 𝒜𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒫𝑜𝓌𝑒𝓇
Summary: Loki Holds all the power in his hand when he wants you.
Pairing: Loki x Plus-sized! Reader
Word count: 844
Warnings: 18+!! SMUT!, IMPACT PLAY KINK! ( well my attempt at it lmao) Spanking, DOM! Loki. Use of a flogger. Language, unprotected sex.
A/N: My first kinktober fic. I hope you enjoy this. As always let me know if I missed tagging something!. Kinktober23 list
Tumblr media
From the minute you walked into the room, he had his eyes on you, and as you drew nearer to him, they followed every step you took. His desire for you increased as a result of the intoxicating scent of your perfume. Loki looks down at the garment that hugs your body and contours flawlessly.
His eyes lock onto yours as you raise your head to meet them. "Darling, you look delectable tonight, I just want to ruin you." He pulls off your dress with a flick of his fingers. He was naked from the waist up and stood tall. He stretched his stance, a perfect arc of long limbs from his heavy boots leading to the top of his huge cock. Signature leather tights rested snug to his firmly formed hips. His hands traced the contours of your figure, feeling each line for signs of resistance. He couldn't locate any.
"Take me, my prince," you said as he placed his palms on the curve of your ass, which had been peeking out from his favorite panties on you.  "Mhm, I think I just might have too," He said, as he became transfixed on your sallow eyes that were looking up at him.
When your palm was turned upward and cupped his rigid length through the cloth covering it, he tipped his head back and gasped in pleasure. He slowly backed away from you as his eyes tore through your body. He was aware of your previously existing wetness, slickness, and readiness for a full-on fuck.
A long flogger emerged within his right palm, which blazed. He wielded it like a weapon, the lashes enclosed in dark green leather and glinted in the firelight as it stretched towards you.
The rough leather caressed your face, delicately tapping you once. His eyes glinted as he slid the tool between your breasts, assessing your obedience. "Turn around, my dear, hands down…ass up." His rich voice, filled with sensual need,  shot a rush through you, leaving you wet and longing for his touch.
As he pulled his rapid attack through to completion, the flogger hurt vibrantly on the delicate flesh. As you prepared for the next wonderful stroke, you caught sight of the god's backhand out of the corner of your eye; Thwack
Each one pushed you farther into the bed. As he marked you again and again, his unrestrained hand found its way to the bottom of your back, cursing dirty insults that made you tighten. Your mind raced; Thwack
As he took his fill, you whimpered like a whore against the covers. He was lethargic. Purposeful. loving each flawlessly timed measure of his dominance's theatrics.
You wanted to be satisfied with the blistering heat inside you more than anything, for his magnificent cock to comfort you from within and out; Thwack
"Only a couple of more, my Love…you're performing so well," he said softly as he reached down to kiss your backside. He moved his long fingers along your curves and reached your yearning cunt, his name spilled from your lips, increasing to the origin of pleasure which he knew so well.
You felt like you were floating on air, engulfed in the pleasure and agony of his every touch. As he took his hand away from you, the angle altered dramatically. As he unfastened his pants and gripped both of his hands onto your hipbones, the flogger slipped to the floor. His breath caressed your face as he pressed his chest against your back. "Give in to me now, my little slut," he hissed as he slipped his cock into you from behind. "Come around your master's cock, envelope me in your devotion…" His voice got raspy as you gasped, finally feeling him inside of you.
Loki's speed quickened with each thrust, and he lifted his palm and placed a harsh slap on your redden ass as his sperm spurted into your urgently keening cunt as you longed for the pressure his pelvic thrusts offered. "Fuck.. Yes right there, darling!" he thrust one last time, and you fell over the edge with a strangled shout of your prince's name. You both dropped onto the bed, exhausted. As he wrapped you in his arms and kissed you tenderly, his moist hair fell into your eyes.
"Darling, this was phenomenal…" he breathed as you kissed him on the neck. His chest vibrated with heavy breaths, and the salt of his sweat that accumulated on his muscles clung to your lips as you kissed him again. "We certainly must do this again."
"I agree," you giggled, the comforting afterglow of your climax calming the stinging feeling on your lower body. "It felt amazing, but my ass is sore now" He chuckled darkly as he twisted over you, trapping you to the bed as his hair fell to your face and your waiting lips.
"I know a different thing that might be able to ease your mind of the soreness" He declared lustily over you, as he began to kiss his way down your abdomen.
Tumblr media
TAGS🏷️ @caothicshit @huntressandlioness1 @huntress-artemiss @eleniblue @just-another-blog34411 @Slave4loki @Moonchildofgalifey @foxherder @hannibals-favourite-meal @silverfire475 @vbecker10 @sarahrogersevans @sarahscribbles @Tomandcakes @lyds247 @mochie85 @loopsisloops @nana1000night @ladyofthestayingpower @coldnique @lokischambermaid @lokisgoodgirl
Add yourself to my taglist
247 notes · View notes
Text
Dirty Work 20
Tumblr media
Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as bullying, familial discord/abuse, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.
This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.
Summary: You start a new gig and find one of your clients to be hard to please.
Characters: Loki
Note: weekends aren't for rest, they're for being sick and anxious so Monday will be a treat.
As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me.
Your feedback will help in this and future works (and WiPs, I haven’t forgotten those!)
I love you all immensely. Take care. 💖
Tumblr media
As you enter, you try your best not to make too much noise. You set the bags down lightly and ease the inner door shut. You can hear your dad and the soft sound of puzzle pieces meeting the table.
“Ya know, thirty years almost, but I can see her just like yesterday,” he says.
Your heart clutches. You never heard him talk about your mom. When you were a kid and didn’t know better, he just ignored all your questions about her. When you got older, you stopped asking. You figured it’s easier for both of you to pretend she never was.
“I’m sorry, hon,” Leslie comforts, “you know, in my line of work, I’ve seen it over and over. It’s a wound you can’t heal.”
“Oh yeah,” he grits, “yeah, I’d say…”
You swallow and lean back on your foot, crinkling the bags behind you. You cringe as you hear sudden movement. You turn and work to slip off the white loafers. You pretend like you weren’t listening as Leslie’s shadow looms from the archway.
“You’re home,” she proclaims, “we didn’t think you’d be so early.”
“Me either,” you say as you face her. 
Her lashes flick and her mouth opens, “oh my, you look so good! Weren’t you working today?”
“Uh, did some work,” you lie, “I got a few hours off so I… did some running around.”
“Oh, gosh, come on, you have to show your dad,” she takes you by the wrist and tugs you around, “Charles, look at your girl.”
She presents you with her hands on your shoulders. You can’t even look at your dad as the couch creaks and he grunts at your appearance. He snorts and pushes another piece into the puzzle.
“What am I looking at?” He sneers.
“Charles, don’t be like that. Look at her hair, and this dress,” she touches your hips, “must be a nice job, huh?”
“It’s alright,” you shimmy out of her grasp, “I just… needed something more presentable–”
“Something shorter,” your father scoffs, “so when she’s bending to tidy the floors you can see right up.”
“Charles, that’s gross,” Leslie reprimands.
“Truth can be like that,” he snickers, “think some man’s buying her fancy clothes so she can sweep? We both know how she pays for you.”
“No… it’s not…” you shrug and give up, “I’m gonna put my stuff away and start dinner. If you want, you can head off early too.”
“Oh, I don’t mind sticking around,” Leslie says as she once more sits beside your dad, “let me know if you need any help with dinner. Don’t wanna get anything on that nice little dress.”
You nod and hesitate. You can’t tell what she means by that. For as much as she can call out your father, she often speaks with an edge of her own. Just like the cigarettes, she must assume his insults are your fault.
You leave the room and grab the bags. You carry them up the stairs to your room. You shut the door and sit on the end of the bed. You bend and cradle your head, trying to set it straight after the dizzying day.
👠
The bus provides a momentary break from your hostile world. There is no safe place for you. Home is barely that and work is… confusing. Your only escape is to focus on your tasks and get through them. Get through Mr. Laufeyson’s list then come home and the chores left untouched. 
Your look at the time on your phone and black the screen. You get a glimpse of your reflection off the glass as you do. You didn't do too bad with the makeup. It looks okay. You tried not to use too much as you recalled Eliana's instructions.
You shake off your doubts and airy feeling around your legs. You're not use to the skirt or the pretty fabrics. You feel overdressed and out-of-place, but the latter is so new to you.
Through the gate and along the edge of the drive, you hear your name flutter in the air. You stop short as you see Frigga strolling along the hedges, caressing the petals of a rose. She draws away and strides towards you, an ivory skirt paired with a golden brown blouse and nude heels.
“You do start early, don’t you?” She approaches and takes your hand, “come, let’s have tea.”
“Oh, uh, I…” you let her tug you along the walkway towards the front door, “the carpenter is coming today–”
“Ah yes, Loki mentioned you were working on restoring the gazebo. That’s lovely. We used to have tea there, me and… his wife. She was a laugh.”
“Mm,” you hum. Whoever this woman was, she must’ve been very special. You imagine a beautiful woman with silky hair and long legs like Frigga. She must’ve fit right in.
“I suppose if it was meant to be, it would be. I only hope my son can find happiness again,” she squeezes your hand before she lets you go. 
She opens the door and waves you in ahead of her. You slip out of your flats much easier than your usual lace-up sneakers. She steps out of her heels and sighs.
“That’s his problem, you know? He’s lonely but too proud to admit it,” she sidles around you and leads you down to the kitchen. You follow and watch as she goes to the counter and pours from the waiting teapot. “Though I haven’t seen him today. I suppose he’s sleeping in, it is the weekend.”
You tilt your head but don’t comment. For as long as you’ve worked for him, not very long at all, he’s never slept past your arrival. Well, not so far as you know.
“I do love this skirt,” she comes back around the counter and touches the tweed, “wonderful pairing,” she touches the blouse with the petal shaped cutouts around the high-collar, “you’re learning.”
“Um, yeah, all the clothes are so pretty,” you say.
“Please, have your tea. I’m sure you have time before the carpenter,” she urges.
“Right, er, I’ll just take my bag upstairs first,” you say, “out of the way.”
“Sure,” she accepts with a kind smile, “how about I take this out to the patio, we can enjoy the sun?”
“Alright,” you agree and hike up your bag, “thank you.”
You quickly flit off and head upstairs. You weren’t expecting her to be there. You just hadn’t thought of it. You only dreaded facing your unbendable boss and his persistent stare.
You go into the library and tuck your bag under the writing desk. You double check the schedule in your phone; Ronan, 10. You have an hour before he arrives.
Your mind is already on the gazebo as you scurry back into the hall. As you shut the door gently, you hear a groan. You peer down towards the unusual noise and blink at the slightly ajar door. The main bedroom. Mr. Laufeyson’s. It rises again before a drawn out exhale, his timbre rumbling low.
You quickly set back to your path and flee downstairs. Maybe he’s talking in his sleep, or more likely, stretching out a few kinks. Your curiosity quickly dissipates as you pass through the dining room and out into the patio.
Frigga sits with large pointed sunglasses over her eyes. She tilts her face up to the sunlight as you sit before the other cup of tea. You pull it close and look out at the yard. A streak of green catches your gaze.
You watch the hummingbird hover over fuchsia petals. You stare dreamily, lulled by the peace of the moment as Frigga merely sips and basks. This isn’t so bad. The bird zips between flowers before disappearing behind a tree. In his stead, the skittish chipmunk scrambles along the railing of the patio. You smile at his fluffy tail.
“I’ll be off tomorrow,” Frigga states, “my husband will be expecting me. Oh, but I’ll miss you, darling.”
“Is it very far?” You wonder.
“Four or five hours,” she answers, “not very far but enough. It’s so lovely up where we are. I wish you could see. Perhaps one day. When things are better.”
Before you can answer, there’s a subtle click behind you.
“Morning,” Mr. Laufeyson’s voice is unleashed onto the scene as the patio door swings inward, “mother,” he pauses before he enunciates your name, “beautiful day out.”
Your shoulders stiffen and nearly touch your ears as you sit straight. He pulls out the chair at your other elbow and sets down another teacup with a clink. He sits and smooths back his dark hair, tucking the spiralled ends behind his ears.
“Late morning,” his mother remarks, “any tea left?”
“Some, shall I–”
He puts his hands flat, moving to stand but she shoos him as she’s quicker to rise, “I’ll get it myself. And you darling,” she dips her chin in your direction, “more?”
“Oh, no thanks, I’m still… working on mine. Thank you, Frigga,” you say, mindful of each syllable.
She leaves and the door clicks shut behind her. You stare at the brim of your cup, turning it slowly between your hands as Laufeyson raises his own to his lips. He drinks carefully before putting it down again.
He’s quiet. He shifts and plants an elbow on the table. He turns his attention to the yard and watches. You dare to look up as well, the chipmunk poking his head out from the bush where he hides. He ran away at Mr. Laufeyson’s arrival.
“Cute little fellow,” he remarks as he faces you again. You quickly lower your eyes.
“Uh, yeah…”
“Mmm,” he drones and taps his fingers on the porcelain teacup, “you… that’s a nice shirt.”
“Thanks,” you lift your cup and drain most of it, gulping painfully as you put it back down, “I should go start. Ronan will be here shortly–”
“The carpenter?”
“Yes, Mr. Laufeyson, I have him penned in–” You explain.
“And? He is a carpenter, he knows what he’s doing. I doubt he needs you watching over his shoulder.”
“I know, uh, but I should be there to let him in,” you slide your cup off the table.
“You’re not even done your tea.”
“I’ll finish on my way in–”
“You’re avoiding me,” he accused and you wince.
“What?”
“You’re running away? Why?” He challenges.
“I’m not, I– I have work to do.”
“Work I give you. I’m your boss, you may sit and finish. I’ll permit it.”
You falter and set the cup on the table. You lower yourself back to the seat and fold your hands. You look at your lap and push your shoulders back. He is back to his haughty demands, you find that part of him easier to handle.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Laufeyson, I wasn't running away.”
He scoffs thinly and his nostrils flare as he stares off at the hedges that edge the patio, “I wonder why you can be so quick to flee me when you sat and let my brother feel you up.”
“Huh?” You blanch, stuck by the accusation. “Mr. Laufeyson, I–”
“I know him well and I’m not as blind as my mother. I saw it. You didn’t say a word. You just let him do it,” he clucks, “why?”
Your eyes round and you bat your lashes. You nearly choke, the acidic flavour of the tea drying on your tongue. Was it that bad? You tried not to think about it, to let it affect you, even as the memories flashed in your head, you just tried not to feel anything about it.
“I didn’t… well… he’s your brother, Mr. Laufeyson, I didn’t want to assume… to offend–” you stammer.
“So you let him do what he wants?” He snarlss as he turns his sights on you, a brow arch tritely. “You do not work for him, you work for me.”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t know what to do,” you sputter, confused by his anger. “I tried to…”
Your voice trails off. No, you didn’t try. You were too afraid too. He’s right, you let Thor keep touching you and you didn’t say anything, you didn’t move, you just froze up.
“It makes me wonder,” he cups his chin, leaning on his elbow, “how far would you let him get, hm?”
“Mr. Laufeyson,” you whimper, “I’m sorry–”
“Did you like how he touched you?”
“N-no, Mr. Laufeyson, no, of course not,” you plead.
“You do not want him to touch you?” He prompts.
“No, I… didn’t know how to say—”
“Shhh,” he hushes you, lifting his chin from his hand and pressing his finger to his lips. He pulls his hand away to point at you, “I’ve a better question…” He reaches towards you and you flinch. You quiver as he traces the cutout along the top of your blouse, “how far would you let me go?”
You squirm as he hooks his finger inside the teardrop window in the fabric. His fingertip brushes you as he gives a slight tug, looming closer as he draws you towards him. He smirks as you stare dumbfounded. What is he doing?
“My brother will not touch you again,” his voice is low and rocky, “I will make sure of it.” He tickles you slightly and rescinds his hand, “and you will make sure to remember who you belong to.”
He sits back and hooks his fingers in the handle of the porcelain mug. As if on cue, the french doors open behind you and Frigga trills as she emerges, “oh, just enough tea,” she announces, “I added a dash of honey this time.”
She places the cup by her empty chair but does not sit. She twirls and paces around the patio, going to the flower boxes along the rail. She leans in to examine them.
“Perhaps the carpenter could have a look here, it’s crooked,” she declares. “And I dare say the guest room has a loose floorboard right near the bed.”
“Mm, perhaps, mother,” Laufeyson drawls as he once more raises his cup, his eyes stuck on you, “my house manager will be sure to ask, won’t she?”
“Yes, Mr. Laufeyson,” you wisp out through your constricted throat, barely registering his command. 
You can only hear his previous words echoing, over and over; remember who you belong to. Belong to… No, you only work for him.
273 notes · View notes
gyllenflower · 1 year
Note
Hii! You're honestly my favorite writer on here! I would love to read one of your works where there's tension between Detective Loki x Fem!Reader because she's new to the department and Loki isn't all too welcoming cuz he's very 'independent' especially when it comes to work. As time goes on they realize they have a thing for each other, but it doesn't escalate into anything until she bakes him a cute cake for his birthday and shows up at his front door. And he's not used to anyone remembering his bday let alone celebrating it, but it flatters him so much. And possibly turns into smut🤭 Reader also seems super shy and sweet at first but is actually a freakkk and it surprises Loki😭 i apologize if this is such a random and long prompt LMAO, i know you can get sooo creative in many ways with this tho you're an amazing writer <3 thank u so much
OMG I HAD SO MUCH FUN WITH THIS. i love this prompt idea. Thank u so much, luv, you had my creativity flowing like crazy🤧 Y’all literally make my days. I wrote so much for this one! I had to stop myself from making it into a full blown fic with chapters lol. I hope you like it <3
word count: About 6030 (This one is a big boy!!)
Warnings (PLEASE READ): THIS IS A TRIGGER WARNING. This has plot dealing with kidnapping and gun use!! Arguing, profanity, Loki being a mean baby, drunk!David, caring!reader, sexual tension, unspoken attraction, feeding, jealousy, the usual smut, making out, grinding, pulling Loki’s hair <3, shy to dominant Loki, David talking dirty, neck biting, slapping, praise, ftm oral, begging, cream pie (ofc w my silly ass)
New Friends
Tumblr media
When you first joined Conyers PD and walked up to David’s desk, he was anything but welcoming.
“Hi.” You cleared your throat. The man who sat in front of you, David Loki, turned around. The captain told you that Loki hasn’t had a partner in 6 years. “I’m Y/F/N L/N.” You stuck out a hand from underneath the box you were holding.
The man’s eyes blinked a few times, looking at you with a hard straight face.
“Loki.” Was all he said to you, before turning around and going back to what he was doing. You stood there awkwardly, letting out a small chuckle and turning to the L shaped desk that was faced opposite of his. His faced the wall, and yours faced the rest of the office.
“How long have you been on the force?” You asked, looking over at the man.
He was handsome. Built arms, slicked back hair. He had a tattoos and he smelled like the cold air and cigarettes. His demeanor was off putting, but this was your partner. You were willing to put effort into forming a bond.
Loki sighed deeply, “Um. About 10 years.” He said bluntly and left it at that.
“That’s a long time.” You drummed your fingers against the desk in front of you, waiting for him to continue the conversation. He didn’t, so you continued,
“I’ve been here going on 7 years. Not here, but on th-“
“I’m sorry, I’ve just got a lot of paperwork to do.” He interrupted you, pointing down at the file in his hands and looking away from you.
“Right. Sorry.” You rolled your eyes to yourself, feeling embarrassed.
Loki couldn’t hide his annoyance when you came in the next morning with a box of doughnuts you baked, walking to everyone’s desk and passing them out. You introduced yourself to everyone, and more than a few of the other male cops in the office hit on you. David wasn't blind. You were a beautiful woman, anyone could see that. David was annoyed with the fact that his brain wouldn’t let him trust anyone, wouldn’t let him love anyone.
He’s been fine doing cases on his own the past few years and he actually kind of enjoys it. Now, all of a sudden, the Captain wants him to have a partner? Did he ever think that maybe he worked so well because he was alone? David didn’t like his brain making this much noise. Everything was quiet before you came around.
When you finally sat down at your desk and greeted him, you leaned over and set a black coffee and a glazed donut down on his desk.
“I figured you were a black coffee kind of guy.” You said, not expecting an answer and moving to start your work for the day. Work had been slow as of late, according to the officers around you. It was a small town, so it was rare that there was actually someone to catch. Other than the town drunk or occasional bar fight. At worst, a domestic abuse case.
Why did she get me something? Why did she have to be so nice? Loki thought to himself.
“I don’t like sweet things.” He mumbled, mostly talking about you and not the doughnut.
“Next time I’ll get you a plain donut, then.” You smiled to yourself, glancing over. Your eyes met Loki’s and he looked away quickly, letting out a deep breath.
“Well -“
You cut David off, “It’s really no problem. You can’t say no.”
David didn’t reply, he just gave one hard nod and looked away.
When you came in the next day, you did bring him a plain doughnut along with black coffee.
He didn’t thank you, but the gesture made him feel warm inside. You told him he should eat every morning. It was odd to him that you cared, despite only knowing him for a day.
Tumblr media
You and Loki got only a little closer in the passing months. He still preferred you to call him Loki and he still called you L/N, even though you’ve insisted countless times he call you by your first name. He is your partner, after all.
But he was yet to actually call you his partner.
The first time you confronted Loki about the way he treated you was on a small vandalism case. There had been a few vandalisms around the town and you and Loki eventually put together that they were just some teenagers screwing around. You were both standing in the surveillance room, watching the kids on the cameras, trying to figure out how to get answers out of them. They were kids, but none of them were fessing up.
“You’re being too fucking nice, L/N, we aren’t getting anything out of these punks.” Loki rolled his eyes at you.
You laughed, “What do wanna do, you want to go beat some answers out of them, David?” You said mockingly. “You can’t just scare them into giving us what we want. They’re kids!” You said incredulously.
“Don’t call me by my first name.” He snapped his head towards you, pointing a finger.
“Don’t point your fucking finger at me, Loki.” You snapped, only slightly raising your voice. You stepped up to him and the both of you were practically in each other’s face. The spot made your cheeks burn and the look on your face when you were angry made Loki’s pants feel just a little bit tighter around him.
“You’ve treated me like some little kid since I started here. I’ve been really nice and I just want a little bit of respect. I’ve done my time knocking on doors, like you have. I know how to handle these situations. Don’t be too fucking harsh on them and don’t put your hands on them. Whether or not you like it, we’re partners and I’m not getting in trouble because of your reckless actions.” You stepped back from him and took a deep breath.
Fuck. David swallowed. No one had ever stood up to him. His eyes twitched and he ran a hand through his hair, turning away from you.
”Look,” You continued, “If you’ve got a way to get a confession out of them without doing anything insane, I’d like you to go do that. If not, please, let’s sit here, talk, and figure it out together.” You sat down at the small table in the room and pinched the bridge of your nose.
This is too much. This guy needs to get his shit together. I’m not a rookie or anything. You thought.
You didn’t understand why Loki treated you the way you did. Why he wouldn’t let his guard down and just let the two of you be partners.
He pulled out the chair that was next to you, sitting in front of you and hesitantly grabbed your wrist.
“I’m sorry.” He replied.
He truly didn’t know what else to say. He didn’t know why he treated you the way he did either.
You opened your eyes and met Loki’s. He blinked multiple times, looking away from you.
You traced your fingers along the skin at the back of his wrist. Loki’s breath hitched and he felt like his heart stopped. You felt so soft. So comforting, like a blanket, or a warm hug.
The door swung open, quickly tearing the two of you apart.
“Why the hell isnt anyone questioning these kids?” Your captain’s voice boomed in the small room.
Tumblr media
You rubbed your eyes and yawned, hearing your doorbell go off. Once you were awake enough, your body quietly moved towards the door to see who it was. There was another ring. You peeked outside of the window. You scrunched your eyebrows in confusion and worriedly opened the door, recognizing the man.
“Loki? Are you okay? What time is it?” You rushed, not hesitating to grab his shoulders and bring him inside from the darkness outside.
“I- M’sorry, I don’t even know why I’m here.” David slurred, obviously drunk from whatever he’d been drinking that night. “I’ll go..” He moved to turn around towards your door, but stumbled on his feet. You reached out quickly to steady him with your own hands.
“Woah, David. Here, come sit down. You can barely stand, how’d you even get here?” You brushed some hair out of his face, making sure he didn’t have any scratches or bruises from anything on the way here. The man stared at you, taking in all your features, something he realized he’s never really done. David was always too afraid to look you in the eyes or at your face for too long. He couldn’t tell if it was from intimidation or shyness. Or both.
David sat on your couch and you took some pillows and rested them on the arm of your couch. You pushed on Loki’s shoulders lightly, silently telling him to lay against the arm and pillows. You didn’t know why he was here, but it didn’t really matter to you. Loki laid down, his eyes already closing.
“Are you okay, Loki?” You whispered, rubbing a thumb over the scar on the right side of his head. He placed his large hand over yours, feeling the skin on your hand.
He didn’t know what he was doing here, just like you. All he remembers was feeling empty and then somehow he ended up at your front door. He’d only known you going on 7 months now, but he’s so used to being with you in the office now. He didn’t feel correct without you being near him. Not even at home. Your house was so comforting. It smelled just like you. He felt like he was in heaven. You got up to go get a blanket from your hallway, but Loki’s hand stopped you by grabbing yours.
“Waitt.. Where-“ He hiccups “Where’re you going?” He looked up at you like a puppy, his mouth open in curiosity. You laughed, smiling at him and letting go of his hand,
“Don’t worry, I’ll come back.” You walked away, grabbing him the blanket and walking back to drape it over his body.
“You’re even pretty when you wake up in the middle of the night.” Loki mumbled, his eyes getting heavy with sleep as warmth and comfort enveloped him.
Did that mean he thought you were always pretty?
The next morning, David woke up with an insane headache. He could hardly remember anything. Where even was he?
He cursed and rubbed his head, the smell of bacon and eggs filling his nose. He slowly came to, realizing he was in your home. He’d only ever been here from the outside, when he would drop you off after a long day. It was his least favorite part of the day, when he watched you walk away and he went back home by himself. There was a bottle of water and Advil in front of him.
David found his way into the kitchen, spotting you over the stove. You turned, placing the pan over a plate and scraping the eggs on it.
“Oh, hey!” You greeted sweetly. “I was just making some breakfast for you.” You placed the pan back on the stove and slid the plate of food towards him, handing him a fork. “Eat.”
David took the fork, stabbing into the eggs you placed in front of him. His head hurt so much and the food smelled so good, and who was he to turn down a good breakfast after a rough night?
“What happened last night?” David grumbled, covering his mouth full of bacon, with his hand.
“I was hoping you could tell me. You just ended up at my door at 2am.” You said, crunching on the cereal you made yourself earlier.
David stopped chewing, darting his eyes left to right.
“Did I, um… say anything?” He asked you.
You let out a small laugh, “We both know you aren’t one for saying much.”
Loki let out a breath of relief,
“You did say I was pretty, though.” You blushed, continuing to eat your cereal. “And then you fell asleep.”
FuckFuckFuckFuck. David’s head buzzed.
“I’m sorry.” He apologized, blinking rapidly and continuing to eat his plate of food.
“You’re sorry for complimenting me? It’s fine. It’s a nice change.” You joked, referring to his usually cold and closed off demeanor with you. “I didn’t mind. Plus, I enjoy having breakfast with you.” You added, softly.
That was the first time that David admitted to himself he had feelings for you. It was also the first time you two had a deep conversation that wasn’t about work.
Tumblr media
Your first serious case together, a case of kidnappings that, unfortunately, hit Conyers. It seems like the town’s just had bad luck since Anna Dover and Joy Birch.
You and Loki had followed a lead to an abandoned building, never expecting to find what you did.
Two children, no older than 10, clinging onto each other. They looked terrified, and like they haven’t eaten in God knows how long.
You gasped, immediately lowering the gun you had drawn. You went up to the two children, wrapping your blazer the best you could around both children.
“Hi, babies. Hey. It’s okay, we aren’t gonna hurt you. I’m Y/N. That’s my friend Loki. We’re gonna get you somewhere safe, okay?” You rubbed the children’s shoulders and they nodded at you. Suddenly, the children’s eyes went wide and they began scooting back, gasping in fear.
You turned back. A man who you’d recognized through files had Loki in a hold, slapping his gun away and holding him at gunpoint.
“Lewis. Lower your gun and we can talk about this.” You said calmly.
The ragged man pulled Loki closer to him, pushing the gun into his temple. Loki winced in pain.
“Lower yours or he’s gonna fucking get it!” He threatened.
“You know I can’t do that unless you lower yours.” You replied, holding your ground.
“Lower your fuckin’ gun!” He pointed the gun in his hand at you now, his hand shaking. One of the children next to you cried out, drawing his attention to them and distracting the scrawny man.
“David, duck!” You yelled.
David dropped to his knees and you fired a bullet, hitting the man in the chest. The man raised his gun in your direction, but you fired another shot before he could pull the trigger.
You put the safety on your gun and put it in your holster, immediately going to the children’s side.
“We’ve got you, come on. Let’s get out of here. Can you guys stay brave for me for a little longer?” You soothed, scooping one of the children in your arms. Loki scrambled to follow suit, grabbing the other child in his arms and rushing with you to his car. Oddly enough, the encounter you had with the children and how you handled them made David wonder what it would be like to have children of his own. With you.
“I’m glad you knew to listen when I told you to duck.” You chuckled to Loki as you both got checked up by doctors at the hospital.
“I trust you.” He replied.
Your heart fluttered and a small smile broke out on your lips. He trusts me. You thought. Something about that made you feel so nice inside.
And it was the same for David. He really did trust you. You were the first person he’s trusted in so long.
“I’m glad.” You replied to him, smiling. The man blinked in response, giving a small smile. Good enough for you.
Tumblr media
It was September 14th. David’s birthday. You baked Loki a small cake and you wanted to go over to surprise him for his birthday.
The captain had mentioned his birthday once when you joked to him that the most David’s opened up about was his birthday month.
You knocked on David’s front door, waiting nervously. Your leg jumped, and you considered turning back around, but it was too late. You heard David’s steps walk towards the door.
He opened the door, noticing the cake in your hands and tilting his head.
“Y/N. Hey.” He smiled small. “What are you doing here?” He asked, his eyes looking at the cake in your hands.
“Uhh… I baked you a cake. Happy birthday.” You chuckled nervously, bringing the cake a little higher between you two.
“Oh… Wow. Um, come in.” He stepped to the side, and you walked in. His place was empty, but neat. It was very him. His tv played an old sitcom on low volume and there was a beer out on the coffee table in the middle of the living room.
“Oh, uh, the kitchen is over here.” Loki locked the door and led you to the kitchen.
You set the cake down on the counter in the kitchen, turning to David.
“How’d you know it was my birthday? I’ve never mentioned it.” He questioned.
“The captain told me.” You chuckled and he rolled his eyes.
“Of course he did.” David nodded his head.
“It’s carrot cake. I know you don’t like sweet stuff, but I think carrot cake is the least sweet it could get.” You smiled at each other.
“I’ve never had carrot cake.” He replied.
You groaned and began opening the cake lid. “Forks?” David went to a drawer and got two forks, handing them to you. You stabbed into the cake, not worrying about cutting the cake. You put the cake in Loki’s direction. He stared at you, cocking an eyebrow.
Were you trying to feed him? He thought.
You shrugged your shoulders, “Come on. Enlighten me.”
He hesitantly opened his mouth and you put the piece of cake in his mouth. He chewed and swallowed it and made a “Hm” sound.
“Hm? What does that mean?” You chuckled. He laughed and smiled at you.
“I like it.” He said, pausing, questioning his next words. “Give me another piece.”
You smiled brightly and nodded. “See? It’s nice having people do stuff for you right?”
Loki only smiled and chewed up the next piece in his mouth.
“This cake isn’t too bitter or too sweet. It’s nice.” He commented. You hummed and nodded your head
“Kinda reminds me of you, Loki.” You gigggled.
David didn’t like how one compliment from you made him flutter. Or one accidental touch of each other’s hands.
Well, maybe he liked it a bit.
But he didn’t understand it. You both sat there for a second, enjoying the silence.
“Why did you come over today?” David asked, putting on a confused expression, which he immediately covered up and rushed, “Not that I’m not appreciative! I’m just curious?” He asked.
“I didn’t want you to be alone.” You smiled, “I figured you’d enjoy some company, for once.”
“You’re the only company I enjoy.” He mumbled, blinking harshly and looking at anything but you. You smiled, placing a hand over his. David’s eyes widened for a moment, but he quickly acted like it didn’t faze him. Really, your hand made his heart stop. God, you were perfect. In every way.
“Oh, wanna hear something funny?” You snickered, making an uncomfortable face. Loki nodded, his face still smiling. You’d never seen him smile so much in one day.
“I was getting coffee in the break room, and Mulroney came up to me and was like “Looks like there’s a new hot detective in the building.”” You imitated the officer’s voice, “God, it was so bad and uncomfortable.” You laughed, remembering the awkward encounter you had with the man. David felt jealous, knowing someone flirted with you, but he also felt relieved you didn’t reciprocate the feelings.
“Mulroney’s got a wife, anyway.” David rolled his eyes, jealousy rising to his throat.
“Yeah, and a few kids. He told me about them when I first joined here.” You replied, tsking. “I’m sorry I didn’t get you anything.” You changed the conversation, “I didn’t know what you would like.”
He shook his head, smiling at you reassuringly.
“I wasn’t even expecting you to visit. This is enough. Thank you.” Loki said gratefully. “I’ve never had someone… celebrate with me.”
“Never?” You asked in shock.
He shook his head again in response, not making eye contact with you. You cupped the side of his face.
“Well, we can spend your birthdays together. If you want.” You shrugged, smiling at him. Loki’s heart warmed. It was a feeling he was not used to by a longshot. He was used to people being off-put by him, or people not wanting to be around him. Why were you any different?
He didn’t even care. He was just glad it was you.
David leaned forward and kissed your hand on his cheek, looking at you for a reaction. When he noticed you didn’t pull away, he kissed your wrist, then up your arm. You met the man’s lips halfway and finally did what you’d been thinking about for the last couple of months.
Your lips touched softly. He kissed you lightly, like you were gonna crack under too much pressure.
You pushed your lips to his with more force, which surprised him. Your hand reached for his, entangling your hands together. You pulled his hand to your waist, placing it there. David’s pants felt tighter and the air felt warmer. He hadn’t wanted someone like he wanted you in so long. It almost felt like love. You pushed towards him, slowly making your way to his lap.
David was surprised by how hungry you seemed. He knew you were a strong woman, but you always seemed so sweet and timid. He kept his hand on your hip, bringing his other hand to your other hip to help you transfer from your seat and into his lap.
“Is it too late to give you a birthday gift?” You whispered, the both of you laughing.
“Mm-mm.” He mumbled, following your lips and kissing them again. You ran your hands through his hair and tugged gently. He let out the most delicious moan you’d ever heard.
I wonder how many women actually get to see him like this. You wondered to yourself.
You tugged on his hair again, smiling to yourself. David lifted the both of you up from the seat and placed you on his counter.
“You taste like the cake.” He kissed your jaw, then your ear. He moved down to your neck, causing you to moan out. You instinctively rolled your hips against his, and he moaned, grabbing your waist and holding you in place.
“I- I haven’t done anything in a long time.” He admitted. “I just- Im always so busy, and I don’t like anyo-“
You kissed his lips gently, “You don’t have to explain to me, David.”
Hearing his first name roll off of your lips like that - It did things to him he was never aware of. He wanted you to call him ‘David’ for the rest of his life. You wrapped your hands around David’s neck, pulling him tighter to you. You both mashed your lips together, your teeth almost clashing.
David kissed his way down to your neck, biting your jawline.
“Oh, David…” You sighed softly, letting your eyes shut. His hands pushed your hips against him and you both groaned out. You clung onto him and rolled your hips against his, the both of you desperately grinding against each other like you’d just discovered the feeling of it.
David grunted, your hips moving in perfect sync against each other. You desperately kissed him again, moaning into his mouth. He moved down to your neck,
“Bedroom…” He bit and sucked little spots on your neck.
You shook your head, “Fuck me right here.” You spoke dirtily, laughing against his lips. David moaned against your skin and you grabbed onto the jeans he was wearing, pulling them by the belt loops. “Fuck me right here, David.” You repeated, moaning. David pulled you against him, growling.
“I want you to call me by my first name from now on.” He said.
“Oh, now you want me to call you by your first name?” You giggled, stopping when you saw David’s straight face. You nodded, “I will.” He pushed up the t-shirt you were wearing, revealing a red bra, making him groan.
“You planned this, hm?” David asked, kissing your ear. “Wanted to come over here so I could fuck you?”
You moaned loudly, pleasure spreading to your stomach at his words.
“I didn’t plan it, but�� I hoped.” You both chuckled, and David cupped your face, kissing you deeply. He pulled down your sweatpants and red panties, balling the red panties in his knuckles. He sniffed them, his eyes almost rolling at your sweet scent. You blushed as you saw David shoved the panties into the back pocket of his jeans.
“Come here.” He pulled your body towards his. You wrapped your legs around his waist, and his strong arms lifted you up, moving the both of you down a hallway. “As much as I’d like fucking you in my kitchen - I want you to be comfortable for our first time.” He explained. He opened a door, walked into the room, and dropped you. Your back hit a fluffy gray comforter and David crawled on top of you. He kissed your lips slowly, taking in how your lips felt against his.
You weren’t having it. You pushed against him, moving your body on top of his. You kissed down to his neck and pushed up his gray shirt. You reached down for the zipper of his jeans and unzipped them, unbuttoning them while you’re at it. You pushed the fabric down and palmed his erection through his boxers.
He groaned out, and you kissed his neck, licking softly. You licked and bit right underneath his ear and above his neck, and you felt him shiver and let out a whimper-like sound. Your pussy dripped with desire at the sound and you pushed your hand against him again, drinking in all his moans.
Finally, you pushed his boxers down, wrapping your hand around the base of his cock and stroking him up and down lightly, slowly at first.
“I can’t even think about how long I’ve wanted to do this with you.” You said longingly, licking at his neck. You stroked his cock faster, circling your hand when you came up on his tip. His hips jolted up against your hand, his eyes already rolling behind his head. You kissed his neck and traveled down his chest, stopping at his hip bones and biting down playfully on his left hip.
“Hey!” He chuckled, looking down at you. You smiled at him and kissed the spot you bit, licking it lightly. David’s mouth fell open, admiring you. You kissed his stomach, making him squirm upwards, trying to get you where he needed you most. You hummed, admiring the v-line on his body. You kissed the middle of his stomach, finally, tonguing the tip of his cock with your tongue. You swirled your tongue around his tip, and wrapped your lips around him. David moaned out. It had been so long since he’d had any sexual contact, and your mouth on him already made him wanna lose it.
You began bobbing your head, giving his tip extra attention every time you came back up with your tongue. Your hand stroked the base of his cock, making sure to give attention to every part of him.
“Oh, fuck.. Fuck, y/n.” He moaned, and you hummed around his cock. You removed your hand from the base of his dick, and hollowed your cheeks, sliding your mouth down his cock as far as you could go. His hips pushed up against you, and your gagged slightly. You looked up at him through your eyelashes, fucking him with your mouth and moaning around him. David snaked a hand into your hair, fisting a handful in his hand. He held your head in place and thrusted his hips up into your mouth, shaky moans leaving his mouth.
“God, you feel so good. Fuck, I wanna be inside of you.” He couldn’t control his mouth with you. Everything he’d been holding inside came out as a dirty sentence. “Mmm, I love fucking your mouth. I wanna fill up that little hole, then I want you to swallow it all down.”
His hips fucked your mouth faster, making you gag. He pulled your mouth off of his dick, and you took a deep breath. A string of spit fell onto Loki’s thigh, coating him with his pre-cum and your spit. David smiled at you and moved your head to look up at him.
“Come here.” He said, and you obliged, crawling up to him. “Today, though… I wanna fill that little pussy up instead.”
You kissed his lips and wrapped your legs on either side of him.
“Well, it is your birthday, baby.” You smirked.
“I didn’t think you’d be like this. I’ve imagined it a lot, but you’re always so… innocent when I see you.”
“You make me like this.” You purred, biting his jawline and kissing up to his ear. David laughed deep in his throat,
“Good. I like you like this.” He praised. You bit your lip and rolled your hips against his hard cock, making the both of you moan in pleasure. David moved some hair away from your ear and whispered, “Beg me to fuck you. Tell me you want me.”
“I want you so bad, David.” You moaned, carding your hands through his hair and grinding harder. “Want you to fill me up with your cum. ‘ve wanted you for so long, Loki. Been thinking about this since I first saw you.” You desperately whined and rubbed up against him, your head falling back as you leaned back against his knees and circled your hips against him. David could’ve came right then and there, hearing you moan that much just from rubbing your clit against him. He placed his hands on your hips, helping your please yourself on top of him.
“You’re so so beautiful, Y/N.” He awed, reaching up to kiss your face.
David reached between the two of you and grabbed his erection, angling it at your entrance. He pushed into you in one swift motion, giving you no warning. Both you and David cried out, and he gripped your hips with his fingers harshly. He stilled inside of you and flipped the both of you over, so you were underneath him.
“You feel so good.” David whispered, leaning down to kiss your collarbone and start slowly moving his hips in and out of you. “Goddd, so good.”
“Fuck me hard, baby.” You pleaded, rolling your hips against him.
“I will, honey. I just need a second.” He chuckled. You reached your neck out, kissing David and softly moving your hips against his. He gasped out and stilled your hips with both of his hands. You giggled and he looked up at you seriously. He brought his hand up to grab your face roughly, “It’s my birthday. That means you have to listen to me.” He rasped.
You moaned and nodded.
“You like being told what to do?” David asked. You nodded, again, in response.
“Use your words.” He slapped your face lightly. You moaned and replied,
“Yes.”
“You like it when I slap you?” He asked, and you nodded, breathing out another soft,
“Yes.”
“Mmm, you’re so obedient, baby doll.” He pecked your cheek, finally starting to thrust his hips. “Look at what you do to me.” He kissed you, biting down on your bottom lip.
You and David were practically tangled up in each other, his hips thrusting into you steadily. The both of you just wanted to feel how each other felt together. It almost felt like lovemaking, the way he peppered sweet kisses all over your face, and the way he gently pushed back into you. He was so handsome, and you were so beautiful.
David finally picked up his pace, beginning to slam his hips against you much rougher.
“Fuck.. Oh, please… David-“ You whimpered out and he kissed your neck, “Just like that.”
“I love your body, baby. You’re so perfect.” His hands roamed every bit of you that they could, and his hand traveled between the two of you to rub your clit.
David picked up his pace, the both of you moaning and obscenities leaving your mouth.
You were begging him over and over like it was the only thing you knew how to do. A long slew of “Please fuck me harder, please make me cum, please, right there PLEASE, David.”
His hands were on the sides of your face now, holding your neck up by your head, and looking deep into your eyes. Your nose’s pressed together and his eyebrows knit together tight. David’s mouth fell open in pleasure as his hips pounded into you now. All you could do was moan and take it. You felt so dazed that you couldn’t even think. One of David’s hands came down to your neck, his two hands pushing and pulling against your neck. You knew you were gonna be sore tomorrow - no - after, but you couldn’t find it in you to care. The fact that you made David feel this good, just by yourself, was enough for you to never stop. The man looked absolutely feral. He was growling, his hips were pistoning in and out of you, his hair was falling in his face. You brushed his hair back with one of your hands, keeping yourself steady on his shoulders. David had you pulled up so close to him that your back wasn’t even against the sheets of his bed anymore. The only thing that kept you up were his hands on your face and neck.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” He groaned out. Your gripped his hair between your fingers, holding onto him for dear life.
“Fill me up, David. Cum inside me.” You whined, moaning with every hit of his hips and rub of his thumb. His breath hitched and he breathed shakily,
“Fuck, fuck, cum on my cock. I need to feel you cum, pretty girl.” His hips struggled from the pleasure and his nearing edge. The feeling of him inside of you, his fingers on your clit, and his hands on your neck, made your orgasm hit you like a ton of bricks.
David kissed you roughly, drinking in all of your moans and cumming inside of you. He groaned as he spilled into you, his breath running away from him.
“Oh, my fuck… fucking god.” David breathed out, slowly setting your back against the sheets of his bed again. Your body shook and you closed your eyes. David slipped out of you and went to the side, pulling you with him and bringing you up to his chest.
Your body shook and you clung onto David. He brought a blanket up to your shoulders and kissed your forehead.
“Can I take you out to dinner?” David whispered. You let out a breathy laugh,
“You know… usually dinner comes before the sex.” You joked.
David chuckled lightly and pulled back from you to look down at you.
“I’m sorry.” He apologized, blushing.
You giggled and reached up to kiss him. “Yes. You can take me out to dinner.”
“We can go to the diner.” He suggested, “There aren’t very many nice places to eat in Conyers. Plus, we had our first breakfast together as partners at that diner. Now, we can have our first dinner as a couple…”
You smiled at him, your heart warm at your new label and how he remembered that morning. You never really thought about it, but it was your first breakfast together. Typically, David would never say much over the breakfast’s you shared, but your presence meant more to him than you could ever know.
He was always alone before you. Not anymore, though.
Tumblr media
493 notes · View notes
notapradagurl7 · 2 months
Text
Stuck.
Tumblr media
Pairing: Black!Fem! / Plus Size Reader x Thor.
Summary: Due to a monster on almost k*lling you at work, Thor saved you and you ended up stuck on Asgard with him. You were just a mere mortal trying to find a way back to Earth but you had to adjust to Thor’s world first.
word count: 2,761k
Taglist: @megamindsecretlair @meech667 @gr00vyminibus @nerdieforpedro @kindofaintrovert @sageispunk
A/N: I was deeply anxious about writing this because it has been quite some time since I last watched the Marvel movies. However, as a fan, I am determined to step out of my comfort zone with my writing. This fic is quite self-indulgent.😭
Thank you to @soft-persephone for giving me encouragement. Your words were like a reassuring pat on the back and a wake-up call.
P.S. Don't forget to reblog, like and comment to support your favorite writers. Enjoy! ❤️
Warnings: angst, friends-to-lovers trope, violence, reader almost gets k*lld by a monster, a worried reader, oral(fem receiving) praise, dirty talk, Thor being a big softie, doesn’t follow the canon of the movies, love confession, straight up filth.
Tumblr media
———————
It was a regular Monday afternoon at your job as a barista in a black-owned coffee shop, the smell of coffee beans and cinnamon buns wafted through the air. You've grown tired of the smell, it was like a bug you couldn't shake off.
You weren't a fan of coffee as others were, you prefer bottled water, apple juice, hell even orange juice. Others might want orange juice over apple.
Your chocolate brown collared tee shirt had an aromatic smell of spilled coffee double espresso and cream, your khakis pooled around your thick legs. Your cap on your head, Not to mention the coffee stains on your shoes, You neatly tied your freshly done box braids in a ponytail. Your brown skin.
You greeted customers with a fake smile and the regular ‘Have a nice day’ saying to them as they left money in the tip jar, drinking coffee on their way out, the chime of the bell rang in your ears.
Another day, another dollar you said in the back of your mind.
To be honest, you have grown tired of the same routine of your normal everyday life.
Wake up, go to work, head home, go to sleep repeat. Maybe you needed some spice or excitement in your life, maybe you were overthinking things.
The television in the upper right corner of the spacious room played the news showing a clip of Thor defeating a purple monster that resembled a demon, you wondered if the beast escaped from Hades to take Thor with him.
You and Thor crossed paths at the park, engaging in chats about your interests and personal experiences. Both of you spent quality time together, frequenting diners, the park, and even your own home. As your friendship began to develop, it grew steadily and became quite strong.
You thought his life seemed cooler than yours, except for his father, Odin, praised him more highly than his brother Loki, the mischievous god. The conflict between the two brothers seemed intense. Thor and Loki lost both of their parents but as time passed they were able to get along.
You empathized with his brother as he sought validation from his parents and tried to make them happy, as it reminded you of your own past.
You were certain that Loki wouldn't want any empathy or pity from a mere mortal like you, he was somewhere in his realm thinking of world domination.
While his mother seemed to be a gentle woman, his sister Hela came dangerously close to taking out his eye during the fight. That must have hurt. Like really bad.
Sheesh, what a family he had.
You grinned and sang softly to Thor, amazed by his unwavering bravery and extraordinary combat skills. Wow, he was also incredibly attractive with a stylish haircut.
You wondered if Thor would take your application or resume for a assistant? You used to dream of being a superhero when you were a kid, having superpowers and saving the day.
Did superheroes ever pay back for the damages to cars and buildings, personal items when in every battle?
Kenya tapped your shoulder while you clocked out of your morning shift, your head turned toward her with concern, "Are you okay?"
You nodded at her, “Yeah, i’m fine, just a little tired.” you said softly, taking off your apron.
Once you walked out of the coffee shop and dusted yourself off, you looked both ways of the street before a tentacle quickly slithered around your waist, your eyes widened in shock as you were randomly pulled toward the demon, its red crimson eyes bore into your soul as its tentacle gradually moved you up and down in its tight clutch.
Thor’s narrowed at the towering purple demon holding you hostage, its tentacle brought you close to its face. “L-let me go…” you whispered, you flinched and the quiet sniffling from you broke Thor’s heart.
“Unhand her! I shall send you back to Hades where you belong and where you will stay for eternity!” Thor roared, holding his axe close, lighting bouncing off of him.
“Isn't this the feeble mortal you yearn for? Your heart desires for a connection? Aren't mere mortals and gods told to stay in their place? Such a radiant soul belongs in Hades..”The demon taunted, its deep voice sending shivers down your spine.
“You only spew lies from your wretched tongue, prepare to perish like the others..” Thor spat, swinging his axe in his hand.
You clenched your fists, trying to muster up the courage to fight back, but you were no match for the monster's strength.
What did the demon mean by that? He yearns for?
Thor threw his axe at the repulsive creature, and the axe severed the demon's arms, making it stagger backward as its arms were released. Bringing you to great heights in the air, Thor cautiously crouched down and soared towards you.
Thor finished off the beast with every punch, its desperate cries begged for mercy. Thor’s thunder zapped the demon and sent him back to Hades.
Your eyes closed shut with your arms frantically moving around your body, plummeting to your death. The wind gushing against your face with your tears falling from your eyelids. The bustling wind and light blue sky witnessing
Was this how you said goodbye to your friends, your family, your life? It couldn't be.
You suddenly stop falling when you are caught in the bridal style by Thor, your hands resting on his chiseled forearms.
The ground seemed miles away, but you felt oddly calm knowing that Thor was there to protect you. His blue eyes met yours with concern and relief, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
Your box braids pooled in front of your face with your eyes fixed on Thor, “Are you alright Y/N?”he asked gently, his finger gently moving the braid from your face.
“Uh…Yeah, I'm okay. Thank you Thor for saving me..” You said softly, nodding at him while giving him a small smile.
"No harm shall come to you as long as I'm here. I won't let anything happen to you." He reassured, his words tugged at your heartstrings.
Didn't your whole life flash before your eyes?
You hopped from the heroic arms of Thor and waved goodbye to him, your eyes almost welled up in tears as you sniffed them away.
Thor lifted his axe up to the blue sky and thunder came down on the two of you, it didn't shock you or hurt you. But it was tingling over you, teleporting you to another world. It was strange.
Your eyes opened wide to the birds chirping and the towering building painted in soothing macaroon cream color with gold designs engraved in them, from the towering mountains of greenery to the people dressed in white loose robes.
Oh shit, were you really in Asgard? The New Asgard right?
Your heart skipped a beat at his words, but before you could respond, a towering man was behind Thor. It was Heimdall, the guardian of the Bifröst.
"Thor, we are thankful to have you back to Asgard," Heimdall said softly, his voice echoing through the air.
Heimdall’s fiery eyes locked with your deep brown ones, his grey locs pulled back in a low ponytail and his dark brown skin caught your attention. He was so handsome.
“Oh? You brought a mortal to Asgard your Highness?” He asked him, titling his head to the side.
“She is my friend and I accidentally brought her here..”
Heimdall nodded, “Well, surely it wasn't a mistake. It must want her here for a reason..”
Your eyes gazed upon the gods and goddesses roaming through the roads, the women were as tall as the Amazons in Themyscira, with their gold brass armor and white flowy togas. It was different here.
You bet that the women in his home would throw themselves, he was a god after all. Did Zeus’s women who sat by his throne faint at the sight of Thor?
“Thor, can I get extra clothes and take a shower?” You asked him, pursuing your lips.
“Oh! Um..i could ask Majesty for some extra clothes and I can shower where the shower is in my castle.” Thor mentioned, nodding with a nervous chuckle.
Majesty teleported to your location in the elegant castle, giving you a warm smile and greeting Thor. “Greeting Thor..” she said softly.
A goddess by the name of Majesty with her dark brown skin, her brown locs pulled back by a purple headscarf, swaying side by side, her loose toga hugged around her thick body. Her amethyst-purple eyes bore into your soul, reading you like a book.
She was so beautiful, you've never seen a goddess that looked like you in the paintings by old white dudes from years and years ago, in the books, and in the movies. It felt nice to see it up close.
“Hello there Y/N, here are some clothes for you." Majesty spoke kindly, taking the clothes from behind her back.
She handed you a small bundle of clothes, her voice soothing and comforting. "Feel free to freshen up and make yourself at home."
You thanked her gratefully, feeling a sense of relief wash over you. As you make your way towards the shower, you feel a mix of emotions. On the other hand, you couldn't shake off the feeling of being completely out of your element.
After a quick shower, you changed into the clothes that Majesty had provided. The purple loose robe was comfortable and stylish, fitting around you perfectly. As you walked back into the main room, you found Thor waiting for you with a warm smile.
"You look beautiful," he complimented, his eyes sparkling with admiration. "The clothes suit you well."
Your cheeks grew hot at his words with a flutter of excitement in your chest. Being stuck on Asgard might not be so bad after all, especially if it meant spending more time with Thor.
"So, what now?" you asked, trying to hide the nervousness in your voice. "How do I get back to Earth?"
Thor's smile faltered slightly as he scratched the back of his head. "Well, that's the thing... I'm not entirely sure. The Bifröst is not under my control, and it seems to have brought you here for a reason."
You groaned inwardly, feeling a mix of frustration and anxiety wash over you. "Great, so I'm stuck here with no way back?"
Thor's expression softened as he reached out to hold your hand. "I promise you, Y/N, I will do everything in my power to help you find a way back home."
His words brought a small smile to your face, and you couldn't help but feel comfort in his presence.
“I know you will, I trust you..”
The night arrived rather quickly in Asgard with the moonlight slanting through the huge window, your eyelids gradually opened to the spacious room. You couldn't sleep, great. The silence was rather annoying than peaceful.
Was Thor still up? You stood up from your side of the bed and strode out of the bedroom, you maneuvered your way through the wide hallways and stopped in front of his towering door in brown wood with intricate cravings, you rapped your knuckles against it.
“Come in..”
You gently nudged the door open with your head leaning in the room, “Thor? Are you still awake?”
You stepped inside the spacious room and looked for him, pondering if this was a good idea.
“Yes, I am. Don't worry..”
Thor stood before the balcony with his eyes fixed on the full moon and the ink-black sky painted with sparkly stars, his arms resting on the railing. It was centuries since he had been home, he missed his mother, his father, and his brother.
Thor felt alone but when he met you, he didn't feel so alone anymore. But it felt like anytime something happened he would lose everyone. He didn't want to lose you either.
“You're my friend Thor, I get that you're a god of thunder but I'm still gonna worry about you..” You said softly, walking toward him with a light chuckle.
Thor turned his attention toward you with his hands resting on your shoulders, “I worry about you more than you ever know…”
“I appreciate that but I can take care of myself..”
“I didn't intend to put you in danger.”
“Don't blame yourself for what occurred, things like that happen a lot when you're fighting crime or demons right?” You added, smiling a bit.
Thor lightly chuckled with a smile, he wondered how you were calm through it. You were almost hurt by a monster but you didn't die. You were stuck on Asgard for a while but you were with Thor.
There was always a silver lining to something your aunt would say, you couldn't wallow in self-pity so keep living for yourself.
“I have fallen in love with you..” Thor confessed, his eyes locked with yours.
Maybe the demon was right about one thing, his feelings for you. Those feelings were real.
Your eyes widen a bit, you can't believe what you are hearing, “I feel the same way about you too..” you admitted, your hands resting on his chest.
You always felt this way about him but you wanted to wait until the time was right to tell him.
Thor crashed his lips into yours with you reciprocating the same action, his hands moved toward your thighs as he picked you up by your thighs, your legs wrapping around his waist, your steamy make-out resumed, your moans muffled on his lips.
He laid you down on your back on the plush bed, he took off his clothes and kissed your plump lips again.
Thor flipped you on your back with his hands gently tucking your robes from your body, the wind brushed against your skin causing your nipple to go erect, his large hands squeezed your breasts, “oh..Thor..” you moaned softly.
His thick fingers gently slid between your wet folds and you gasped softly, your hips against his face movement, “Oh yes! Thor!” you screamed again, your head falling back on the pillow, your essence oozing on his tongue.
His tongue licked a wet stripe between your folds with his mouth latching around your throbbing clit, your hands gripped his blond hair tight. Waves of pleasure washed over you, his hooded eyes locked with yours.
Was this a way of worshiping Thor? Blessing him with your presence as he lapped your essence, Thor's hands roamed your body, biting and kissing every curve and crevice, as his lips trailed down your neck, littering your dark brown skin with hickeys, “You taste so good..” he groaned, kissing your lips again.
Your climax rippled through you like a tidal wave, your essence oozing into his mouth, you screamed out loudly as your legs shook in his hands, “oh fuck!” you screamed, you panted lowly.
The two of you lay side by side with your eyes locked on him, you stood up from your side of the bed gathering your clothes.
“You're mine now..” You told him, pecking his lips as you headed off toward the shower.
This day was more than perfect, maybe your life wasn't so dull after all. You were dating a god that loved you and only you.
—————
82 notes · View notes
navybrat817 · 2 years
Text
Permanent
Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader, Steve Rogers x Female Reader, Bucky Barnes x Female Reader x Steve Rogers Summary: Bucky and Steve brand their best girl. Word Count: Over 6.6k Warnings: Explicit sexual content, vaginal sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), spitroasting, threesome, dirty talk, tension, possessive behavior, porn with feels (it’s me, c’mon), tattooed Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers (they’re warnings, okay?) A/N: Welcome back to my tattoo AU! Have you missed them? I know I have! Beta read by the wonderful @whisperlullaby ​but any and all mistakes are my own. Thank you, lovely! Banner created by yours truly, but Bucky and Steve photos were provided by the talented @nix-akimbo ! This AU wouldn’t exist without them. Divider by the beautiful @firefly-graphics and banners by the lovely @vase-of-lilies. And thanks to @lookiamtrying and @drabblewithfrannybarnes for our new reader nickname.
Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Please comment and reblog as it means the world!
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
It was a beautiful day as you sat between Bucky and Steve in Thor’s truck, gazing through the windshield as the three of you drove through town. The boys had just finished setting up your new dining room table and Thor was kind enough to let them use his truck to pick it up and deliver it from the store. Ever since you moved into their place, they had done everything in their power to make the place more like your own. That included upgrading some of the furniture, which you tried to talk them out of in the beginning. You didn’t want them turning their home upside down for you. They, of course, argued that it was your home now, too.
Not to mention, one of them usually dropped their knees and buried their face between your legs if you protested too much. They didn’t play fair. And you never expected them to. Your beautiful, tattooed bastards.
You looked between them and took a moment to appreciate the view. Bucky smirked at you as he caught your eye. He was growing his hair out a bit and you were half tempted to tug on it. You turned your attention to Steve, who smiled softly as he looked away from the road for just a moment. You wished you could feel his beard scrape along your skin. 
I'll never get enough of them.
“How did you manage to get Thor’s truck again?” You asked as Steve turned onto the main street. “I thought this was his baby. Or is that his recliner in the basement?”
“His recliner is his other baby. And we may have promised you’d cook him dinner,” Bucky answered, rubbing small circles on your thigh as you gasped.
“You did what? Do you know how much he eats?” You teased as the brunette laughed.
“We did not. Thor was just being nice,” Steve smiled. The boys refused to let anyone else deliver the furniture since they were in good enough shape to move things themselves. “He’s also probably trying to win more brownie points with Mrs. Monroe by looking generous.”
“I think he has plenty, especially since he helped us move my stuff,” you grinned. Mrs. Monroe was sad to see you leave your old place and you were as well. She was a great neighbor and one of the many to be on your side when Grant and Billy harassed you. You also knew she had a soft spot for Thor and hoped that her granddaughter would end up with him. “I might make him dinner though so I can remain his favorite, until he gets a girlfriend."
“You think you’re his favorite?” Steve laughed a little.
“Yes,” you and Bucky said at the same time.
More laughter filled the truck, the sound almost as bright as the weather. "He does have a soft spot for you," Steve agreed. 
"Even Loki likes you, but don't tell him we said that," Bucky winked.
Heat flooded your cheeks. Being part of their group sometimes felt like an out of body experience. Most people around town looked at you differently now, but in a good way. Dating two of the most prominent tattoo artists around changed everything for the better. You wore confidence like a second skin. It looked good on you.
"Thor should be stopping by the shop later today. He wants to see the finished product," Steve told you.
Your wrists tingled as he mentioned the shop. Today was the day you were finally getting your tattoos. One from each of them, designed by them, just for you. It was a way to show you were theirs. Maybe one day, down the road, I’ll get a ring. And only if they want that.
“You nervous about today?” Bucky questioned, all traces of teasing gone. Both kept asking if you really wanted to go through with getting your tattoos and would’ve understood if you wanted to back out. They seemed nervous leading up to today, too, making sure you wanted to stick to the appointment.
Do they think I’ll back out?
“Nope, not nervous,” you put your hand over his, your other reaching for Steve’s as he glanced at you. He looked slightly relieved. “Why would I be?”
“Because what we’re giving you is permanent,” Steve replied. 
For some reason, it felt like he wasn’t talking about tattoos. “Yeah, they are and I want them. You can’t change my mind,” you told them, squeezing their hands. Bucky slowly breathed out. Was he expecting me to change my mind? “And if they’re anything like any of your tattoos, I know I’m in for a treat.”
The boys were littered in gorgeous tattoos. You loved them all because every single one of them had a story or significance behind them. They shared similar tattoos, like the rose each of them had for strength and courage. They each had a variation of the Brooklyn Bridge so they would never forget where they came from. And, of course, the symbol for their time in the military, honoring the unit they bonded with. Those were just a few.
"Steve designed something beautiful," Bucky said proudly.
"So did you, Buck," Steve stated just as proudly. 
It warmed your heart how much they lifted each other up. "Did either one of you happen to design an animal?" you asked curiously. Bucky had a white wolf to symbolize resilience and survival, a reminder of adjusting to life with his metal arm. Steve had an eagle for strength and courage, always standing up for the people around him. 
"Thought you wanted the designs to be a secret," Bucky said as the truck came to a stop. 
"I do and I know that they'll be perfect. I'm just," you tried to find the right word. It wasn’t nerves. You wouldn’t lie to them about that. "Antsy? Yeah, I’m a little antsy."
"What can we do to help?" Steve asked, unbuckling his seatbelt.
"Tell us," Bucky urged as he shifted to face you, removing his seatbelt, too. You were shocked that the three of you fit in the space with how big they were. Then again, Thor was even bigger and he managed just fine. 
"Nothing. I'm fine. Really," you promised. My beautiful boyfriends, ready to jump if I asked them to. "Maybe we could go for a dip. We had so much fun last time."
You smirked as you glanced between them. Steve’s hand tightened into a fist and Bucky licked his lips. You knew they were looking back on that day in Thor's pool, how they unashamedly had you between their bodies, making you feel good and not caring that their friends were nearby to witness it. They never hid their need for you. If anything, they were proud of it.
“Thor won’t be home for awhile,” Bucky said nonchalantly, his hand sliding higher up your leg. Your thighs parted, your body instinctively in tune with theirs. “We could go for a swim.”
“Not breaking into his backyard,” Steve argued, but you heard the slight strain in his voice as his hand went to your other thigh. “We can find a way to take some of the edge off."
"Not to point out the obvious, but this isn't the best space for it," Bucky said, a disappointed look in his eyes as he looked at his best friend. "And Thor might kill us if we get stains on the seats."
You had to smile. The man was built like a god and seeing him angry wouldn't be a pretty sight. "Well…" you trailed off as you looked over your shoulder, into the empty bed of the truck. “Plenty of space back there.”
Bucky swung his head with a grin, moaning a bit. “Right here in the street, doll?”
“Technically, we wouldn’t be in the street. We’d be in the truck,” you teased, starting to close your legs. “But if you two aren’t up for that-”
Lips pressed firmly against yours before you could finish that thought, Bucky’s hand gently gripping your chin to keep you in place. “We have a blanket, Steve?” 
“We do,” he answered, reaching back to grab it from behind his seat. He also kept your legs open before you could shut them further. “And we have that thin cushion Thor let us use, too.”
“Good. Wouldn’t want you to get uncomfortable. Speaking of uncomfortable,” Bucky smirked as he took your hand and placed it on his crotch. “Got me nice and hard, doll. Barely touch me and that’s what you do. Punk’s straining in his pants, too. Won’t feel better ‘til we’re inside you.”
You palmed the brunette as a rush of heat went through you, glancing over at Steve as he opened the door. The tent in his pants was evident as he got out. “And unless we want to scare the neighbors, we should hurry.”
“I don’t think ‘scare’ would be the word,” you said as Bucky pushed his door open. You wondered just how much of exhibitionists your boyfriends were at heart. The potential to get caught did make it fun and they weren't the type to be embarrassed about it if you were. At most, Steve would give whoever found them a sheepish smile. And both would easily charm their way out of it if someone got upset.
Bucky helped you out, your head spinning a bit as he pulled you to the back of the truck. Steve was already in the bed, making sure the cushion was situated. Bucky hopped in beside him, not making a sound as he unfolded the blanket. How do they move so quickly and quietly? 
Both held out a hand to help you in and you relished in how dark their gazes were as they pulled you in. You hardly had a chance to crawl on the cushion before Steve kissed you, the hidden hunger surfacing as Bucky moved behind you. Fuck, we’re really doing this here. Why did I suggest this? Why didn’t I suggest this sooner?
“Gonna look so pretty with our ink on you,” the blonde said, kissing along your jaw. 
“Almost as pretty as you look when you come on our cocks. That what you need, doll? To get our dicks nice and wet before we leave a mark on you?” the brunette added, his large hands roaming your trembling body. 
“Yes, fuck. Please,” you moaned.
“We need it, too,” Bucky’s mouth against your neck only turned you on more, the need to be ruined consuming you. 
Your hands quickly covered Steve's when he gripped your skirt, pulling you out of your dizzying state for a moment. "Don't you DARE destroy this skirt. It's one of my favorites."
"We'll buy you a new one," Bucky swore, toying with the fabric from behind you. 
"You will not because you are not ruining this one," your tone not giving them a chance to say otherwise. I’m running out of clothes, but I could have worse problems.
"Okay," Steve agreed easily, pushing your skirt up. "Won't destroy this one."
You were about to thank him when he smirked over your shoulder and exchanged a look with Bucky. His metal hand brushed along your covered mound before he gripped the thin material and ripped it away. "Bucky!"
"You said not to destroy your skirt. Not your underwear, which is soaked. Always so wet and ready for us."
Add that to the list of ruined clothes. Why do I bother with underwear?
“But we don’t want you too sore,” Steve said, running a finger along your slit. “So only one cock is filling our sweet pussy.”
You whined because you wanted both of them inside you. “Steve-”
“You can take both our cocks tonight at home. We'll take it slow, doll. Get you nice and stretched out for us," Bucky promised, his voice dripping with desire as Steve slipped a finger in. "Make you beg just a little 'cause it's so fucking pretty when you beg."
You clenched around the digit, trying in vain to feel him deeper. “I should make you both beg for me.”
“We’ll both get down on our knees and beg to have you forever if we have to,” Bucky whispered, unexpected tenderness in his voice given the heated situation.
“Forever,” Steve echoed, his gaze soft as he touched your cheek with his free hand. You almost questioned if something was up when he removed his finger, making you whine. The two of them exchanged a look again before you were manhandled, put on your hands and knees. You scrambled for a moment, practically tearing at Steve’s pants to get his cock out.
“Desperate for us?” he smirked, helping you unbutton his jeans to push them down.
“No more than usual,” you grinned. If they don’t have any shame, why should I?
"Ready for us, doll?" Bucky asked, hearing him shift slightly, likely discarding his pants. "Bet you'll be nice and calm with our come in your greedy holes."
You looked over your shoulder, tightening around nothing as he stroked himself. "You know I will be. So either fuck me or I'll do it myself," you threatened impatiently.
Steve grabbed your chin, careful not to hurt you as he forced you to look at him. "As fun as that would be to watch," he smirked, teasing your lips with the tip of his cock. "Buck's right. You need us to fill you up."
Your eyes slipped shut for a blissful moment as you opened your mouth, Steve's length slowly sliding along your tongue. You wiggled your ass enticingly, your pussy empty and aching. Moaning, you felt Bucky grip a hip as he pressed the head against your wet hole, the cock in your mouth pushing deeper.
"Breathe, sweetheart," Steve gently reminded you as Bucky began to push in. 
You spread your legs a bit wider, making a small sound as you inhaled through your nose. Feeling both of them in you was always satisfying, your body welcoming them home where they belonged. I love them so much. You hollowed out your cheeks as they moved in tandem, already giving you what you needed. They read you so well.
"Holy shit," Steve slid his hand to the back of your head, fucking your mouth in shallow thrusts as you sucked harder. "That's it, sweetheart."
"Pussy's gripping me like a vice, doll. What's got you so excited?" Bucky stretched over your back a bit as they both moved faster, pressure already burning in your core. "That anyone can see us? Or that they'll see that you're ours?"
You could only moan in response, clenching around them. I'm yours. All yours. Want everyone to know. More, please, please. The groans and pants they let out spurred you on, doing your best to take them in as deep as you could.
"Take it," Steve groaned as he worked his hips. "Take everything we give you."
You took every inch as they kept the steady pace, your clit throbbing as they pushed and pulled you between them. You whimpered as they brought you closer to the edge, the pleasure so hot inside you it almost burned you. Feeling Bucky's balls slap against you as he kept up the steady pace, and hearing Steve's pants as he slid across your tongue, wasn't enough. You needed them to give that final push.
"She's close. Squeezing me so fucking hard," Bucky groaned as he leaned over you, grinding deep into you as his hand moved quickly to your front. You nearly screamed around Steve as Bucky's fingers found your clit, rubbing in time with his thrusts. "Oh, that's it. Fuck, still sound so beautiful with your mouth full. Almost there."
Fuck. Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop. Please, make me come.
You managed to meet Steve's gaze as the knot inside you got closer to tightening and snapping, his blue eyes as commanding as his voice when he grunted, "Come for us."
The tension exploded, your body shuddering through your orgasm as you spasmed around Bucky's cock. The breath would've been stolen from your lungs if you weren't choking on Steve. Little whimpers left your throat as you trembled, hearing both men swear as they sped up. You wished it didn’t have to end, but you needed to feel them fill you up.
“Fuck, so fucking good,” Bucky moaned, driving into you until he buried himself to the hilt, spilling hot and thick inside you. "Fuck," he hissed as you milked him, wanting every drop he could give you.
Steve throbbed in your mouth, feeling him harden more, before he stilled and came down your throat. He said you would take everything they gave you and he was right. He gasped as he slid out, sitting back as Bucky managed to keep you from collapsing. It was perfect.
They’re so fucking perfect.
You felt Steve’s lips against yours, giving you a soft and lazy kiss, as Bucky pulled out of you. He helped you stretch out so you could rest a little, all of you smiling as you panted. You were sated, at ease and it was just what you needed.
“So,” you breathed, smiling wide. “That happened.”
“Believe it or not,” Steve smiled a bit. “We needed that, too.”
“For good luck?” you teased.
“Yeah. We’ll call it that,” Bucky said, kissing your forehead before you heard loud footsteps approaching the truck.
Oh, shit.
“What in heavens have you done?!” 
You almost gave yourself whiplash as you sat up, your eyes wide as they locked with a pair of thunderous blue eyes. “Thor?”
You scrambled to make yourself presentable, but the boys made no effort to cover up.
“Shall I ask again?!”
Thor’s booming voice made you cover your mouth. To anyone else, you would’ve looked shocked. Your boys, however, knew at this point that you were trying not to laugh.
“Here’s the thing. We-”
“You defiled her in the back of my truck,” Thor cut Bucky off. 
Yes. Yes, they did.
“Technically, we-” Steve tried to say calmly as he tucked himself away.
“You’ve already desecrated my pool, which I have no issue with,” Thor reminded them. We may revisit that pool. “But here? My sacred vessel?!”
You made a noise similar to a snort as your boyfriends looked at you for help. Tempted to say it was all their idea for looking so sexy. "Please, don't be mad at them. I suggested it. I was feeling antsy about my tattoos and they wanted to help," you explained, your eyes downcast when you finished. "I'm sorry."
"Oh, no, no, no," Thor said quickly, his hands raised in a surrendering gesture as you hid your smile. "I would never be upset with you."
Oh, Thor, you are so screwed if you end up dating a Monroe. She'll turn her doe eyes on you and you'll melt.
"But you two will give this a thorough cleaning," he pointed between your men. "I shall take my bike for the time being."
"Thank you for understanding," you smiled as you lifted your gaze.
"Of course. And I shall see you at the shop. Do not worry. You're in good hands," he promised. "As you are already well aware."
"You're helping us wash this," Bucky said as Thor walked toward his garage. 
"Not a chance," you smirked, nearly jumping when Steve affectionately pinched your side. 
"I'm already thinking of ways you can make it up to us," he said.
You are the man with a plan.
Tumblr media
The gentle noise of the needles and conversations in the Howling Commandos shop made you smile as you waited in your chair. You never expected those sounds to become some of your favorites, but life surprised you. And thanks to the earlier activities and a hearty meal, you felt much more relaxed. 
"How are you so calm?" Mandy demanded, plopping down in the chair across from you. "How?!"
You had to laugh as your shoulders lifted in a casual shrug, not mentioning the pleasant ache between your thighs. "Needles don't bother me, I want these tattoos and I trust them," you recited easily. You had no reason to be nervous, especially since you knew they'd handle you with care.
Mandy narrowed her eyes, leaning forward as she tapped a finger against the armrest. “They fucked you before they opened the shop, didn’t they?”
Might just make it a morning ritual, which it kind of is. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
“Where?” she asked suspiciously.
“Back of Thor’s truck.”
"Naughty girl. You know he loves his truck,” she shook her head with a grin. “And I can't believe you're letting them ink you without them telling you what they're branding you with.”
"Seriously, why do you make everything they do sound so dirty?"
"Because they are dirty. You have permanent bowleggedness or whatever it's called since they can't keep their dicks out of you," she teased, raising an eyebrow as you began to laugh. She isn't wrong. "Surprised you're not knocked up."
"Not this again," you groaned as your laughter died down, pinching the bridge of your nose. Ever since you moved in with Bucky and Steve, Mandy constantly asked when you were getting married and having babies. You expected it from everyone else, but not your best friend.
In hindsight, I should have. 
"Yes, this again. Have you guys talked about it?"
"We’ve talked a bit about it,” you answered, shifting a bit in your seat. “They both want a future with me and to build a home together. I want that, too. For the time being, we're enjoying living together. Isn't that enough for you?"
"Is it enough for you? You haven't imagined wedding bells or anything like that?" Mandy asked knowingly.
You glanced at the ring finger of your left hand. "Of course, I have," you admitted. You were in love with your boyfriends and you wanted to marry them. The fact that Steve gave love another chance after a failed engagement and Bucky was willing to share his love and a partner with his best friend still made you want to pinch yourself.
I hope they know how much I appreciate them letting me in.
"I fucking knew it!" Mandy yelled loud enough to make the shop go silent. 
"You knew what?" Bucky called back.
"That she's going to marry you and Steve so you can make an honest woman out of her," she smirked as you flipped her off. It didn't bother her in the slightest.
"She'd be making honest men out of us, too," Steve chimed in as Bucky chuckled. 
You swung your head to where your boyfriends were sitting, each of them finishing up with a couple of regular clients. They really do make me throb just by looking at them. How is that possible? And what’s that look they just gave each other?
“It may be your pussy that brings them to their knees, but they’re on my side when it comes to your future.”
“Please, don’t encourage her,” you begged as Mandy grinned proudly. “And worry about your own pussy.”
“That’s my job,” Natasha smirked as she appeared with a glass of water, handing it to you. “And I have to agree that you have nothing to worry about. You’ll love what they came up with.”
“You’ve seen them?” you asked, taking a sip. 
“No, but they discussed them a bit. Minus each other, they want you to be the first to see them.”
“And they’re really going to do her at the same time?” Mandy smirked.
The redhead smirked back at her girlfriend. “They are. Should be quite the show.”
You looked between them suspiciously. “You’re both going to watch?” you asked. You knew Thor wanted to stop by to see them, even though he had the day off, but Nat wanted to see them, too?
“It’s not every day I get to see two of my favorite boys do their favorite girl. Might even tape it.”
Everything is a sex joke with this group. Deviants. All of them. “Who said I was going to let anyone watch? How can I be the first to see them when they’re done if you’re here?”
Mandy gasped at the suggestion that you might not let her stay. “Oh, come on! You held my hand when I got mine and I won’t be able to hold yours, so you can at least let me watch. Please?”
“Of course, you can stay. I was just giving you a hard time, like you give me,” you grinned as she relaxed in her seat. It was nice that she wanted to be there. And Bucky did such a great job with her tattoo, even with how scared she had been. "You invite anyone else?"
"Not Peggy," Mandy coolly replied.
"Be nice," you urged. Peggy didn't come around or bother you. She was usually busy helping Sharon and Briana. You half expected there to be drama after everything with her, along with Grant and Billy, but things were peaceful.
"You be nice. I'll be a bitch."
“That’s enough of that,” Natasha shot Mandy a look. Both of you knew your best friend was still being protective of you. “Clint and Sam want to see. Tony may even swing by.”
“Did you invite everyone?” you asked suspiciously. It seemed a little strange. Why would they all want to see them?
“The boys are excited,” she responded. Her face gave nothing away as she patted your shoulder, so you dropped it. “Relax. They’re almost ready for you.”
I would relax more if I didn’t see Mandy wink at you. What are they up to? And why haven’t they clued me in?
Tumblr media
True to Natasha’s word, Thor, Clint and Sam were all standing nearby chatting a few minutes later. Did they clear their schedules for this? You narrowed your eyes as you looked at your boyfriends. They whispered to each other as their clients paid and left. And for the first time today, they looked nervous.
Are they scared I’m going to hate my tattoos?
You turned your head when the bell above the door rang, your eyebrows shooting up as Tony Stark walked in moments later with a bottle in his hand. He would wear sunglasses in the shop. It somehow worked.
“Didn’t start the party without me, did you?”
“It isn’t a party, Stark,” Natasha reminded him.
“Is that right? I thought we were celebrating,” he smirked, winking over at you. “Not every day these boys are naughty in the back of Point Break’s truck.”
Thor gave you a sheepish look before you could say anything. “I wasn’t going to tell him, but he’s very persuasive.”
“And the worst person to keep a secret. It just happened this morning,” you said, expecting one of the boys to jump in and say something. They were still whispering to each other. “Everything okay?” you called out to get their attention.
The wide eyed looks they gave you almost made you laugh. Almost. “Sorry. You ready?”
“Ready as I’ll ever be,” you said.
“And I resent that. I can keep a secret,” Tony argued as he set the bottle down at one of the stations. “No drinks until you’re done.”
You got a look at the label as he walked away. It was very expensive. “All that for a couple of tattoos?”
“Let’s get started,” Steve said as Tony opened his mouth, cutting him off.
The antsy feeling began to creep in as Natasha whispered something in Clint’s ear, bringing a devilish grin to his face. Sam appeared to be casual, but there was an excited glint in his eyes. Thor looked like he couldn’t stand still and Mandy…
“Are you crying?” you asked her. She has tears in her eyes. Actual tears.
“Nope. Not crying,” she swore, blinking rapidly as Nat held out her hand for her to take. “Just happy for you.”
“This is weird. You’re all acting weird,” you said as Bucky and Steve took their spots on each side of your chair. They had their machines and stencils nearby, but didn’t say anything about your comment. “Guys, what’s going on?”
“Nothing,” they said at once.
Bull-fucking-shit. “Are you two really that nervous?” you asked. These two had fought side-by-side, in and out of the military, and had seen their share of horrors. They were masters of their craft. They had nothing to fear about this.
Steve nodded slowly. You got a better look at him and saw how pale he was. “Maybe we’re feeling a bit antsy now. At least, I am.”
“I am a bit, too,” Bucky added, leaning over to give you a quick kiss. You noticed that his smile didn’t reach his eyes. “We want it to be perfect. It’s what you deserve.”
You felt small as the words sunk in, briefly reaching out to touch the tops of their hand. Maybe that’s why they wanted everyone here. Moral support was always a good thing. “You have nothing to be nervous about. I told you earlier, I trust you. I’m ready,” you promised. Your wrists were ready to be branded. They were artists and you allowed yourself to become their canvas.
The boys didn’t visibly relax, but you could feel that some of the tension was gone as you looked between them.
“You sure you don’t want to be blindfolded?” Sam joked.
“That’s for the bedroom only,” you teased back, making everyone laugh.
You exhaled as they cleaned your inner wrists with the rubbing alcohol. The cool sensation was almost a sense of false security since you knew you were going to feel at least some degree of pain shortly. The stencils went on next as you stared straight ahead. As tempted as you were to glance down to see them, you refused to look. 
“Since you’re not going to look,” Bucky grinned. “Do you trust where we’re putting these?”
“And from what we see, they’re nice and even,” Steve promised.
“Once again, I trust you,” you told them before they slowly pulled the paper away.
You smiled as Mandy got her phone out to take a picture, waiting patiently as the boys got their machines ready. You really did admire how seriously they took their job for every single client and you were no exception. They ran a clean, safe shop. You were in the best hands.
“Deep breaths,” Bucky softly reminded you once they were ready, checking his machine once more. 
“And try to stay still,” Steve added. They warned you that the lining would likely be the most painful part of the process, with any shading or coloring afterwards hurting less. “If it’s too much, tell us.”
You nodded quickly. Deep breaths. Stay still. If I can take their cocks, I can take a couple of needles.
Though they warned you, the prickling sensation you felt on each wrist almost made you jump. The needles stung, as you expected, but you managed not to make a sound. You could feel their soothing touch through their gloves as they held your lower arms down. It was gentle, intimate and you firmly had to remind yourself not to be aroused.
They already came inside me once today and I don’t need to make a mess on this chair with everyone watching.
The conversations around you were in low tones, likely to put you at ease, and they had varying degrees of smiles on their faces. Even Mandy was unexpectedly silent as she took a couple of photos. You expected her to be a chatterbox, but she was likely being respectful of the boys to not distract them. You appreciated it.
“Doing great, doll,” Bucky praised, even though he didn’t lift his eyes. Steve did for a moment, giving you a tender smile, before he went back to work. And it was so much like them to balance giving you what you needed, which was assurance in different ways.
I love you both.
After a few minutes, the pain faded to a dulling sensation. Maybe it was adrenaline or your body getting used to it. You wouldn’t call a needle piercing your skin a pleasant feeling, but it wasn’t bad. It somehow felt like the right kind of pain. You could easily see why people didn’t stop at one tattoo.
“Still feeling okay?” Steve questioned as you nodded. “Do you need to take a break?”
“I’m fine. No break,” you said. 
Mandy held out her phone to show you the photos. She managed to block out your wrists, or maybe the boys were just shielding them that well. You somehow heard the bell over the needles, surprised to see Loki. He didn’t acknowledge anyone as he silently walked over to Thor.
Ha. Guess he really does like me.
“You ready to look?” Bucky asked as he looked up, both of them clicking their machines off. 
They’re done? How did they do that at the same time? “Yeah, I’m ready.”
“Which one first?” Steve smiled since you still hadn’t looked down. 
Instead of answering his question, you slowly lifted both arms and bent them at the elbow so both of your wrists were in view. So many emotions went through you as you saw them. “Oh, my god.”
On your left wrist was an eight-pointed star with what appeared to be tiny gem embellishments. On the end of each were alternates between tiny moons and suns. On your right wrist was the shape of a heart, but it was made out of multiple flowers. Above the heart were the words “Live Free” with three birds flying together.
“Before we explain what they mean, what do you think of them?” Bucky asked, his voice cracking a little.
“I love them. They’re so beautiful. They’re perfect,” you smiled between them. Their smiles almost blinded you and you knew how much love and care they put into creating these. “Thank you.”
They each gave you a kiss, the sweet feel of their lips even better than normal. You turned your wrists so everyone could see them. Mandy snapped a couple photos, shrieking as she did so.
“Those are gorgeous! You better put these on your wall.”
“Fit for a queen,” Thor said proudly as he admired them. 
Loki rolled his eyes, but a ghost of a smile was there. “Not bad.”
“That means he likes them,” Natasha said as Clint got his phone out. 
“Get together, you three,” he said, holding it up to take a photo
“We still need to wrap her wrists,” Steve argued, but he moved in and smiled so the picture could be taken. 
“Thought that was for the bedroom,” Sam joked, making Bucky laugh as Tony went to pour drinks.
I hope Clint got that in the photo. And where did Tony get the shot glasses from? “Yes, please let them wrap them so they can tell me why they designed these.”
You placed your arms back on the chair so they could apply the ointment and wrap. They went through the aftercare instructions with you before, but you were certain they’d go over them again. It wouldn’t hurt, especially since you didn’t want to do any damage to the beautiful designs they just made.
“Come here, come here,” Mandy said once you were wrapped, grabbing your hands to pull you out of the chair. You almost laughed when she pulled you away from the group, your back to them. “You’re happy?”
“I am. They’re wonderful,” you smiled.
“Not the tattoos,” she said, biting her lip. “You’re happy with them? With Bucky and Steve?”
You nodded slowly. You swore tears were filling her eyes again. “I am. I love them more than anything.”
She sniffled as she hugged you close. “They love you, too, you know? So fucking much." 
You patted her back a little, trying to figure out why she was so emotional. “I know they do. I’m lucky to have them.”
She hugged you tighter, sniffling again. “You’re my best friend and your happiness means the world to me.”
“Yours means the world to me, too,” you promised, leaning back and pushing her back gently by the shoulders so you could look at her. “But why are you being so emotional?”
Instead of speaking, she turned you around. Everyone was facing you, smiling as they held shot glasses in their hands. The only empty hands were Bucky and Steve’s, but they stood side-by-side with smiles as they gazed at you.
“What’s going on?” you questioned as you took a step forward.
Steve cleared his throat. “People have said at times that Buck and I are different, like night and day. The moon and the sun. So if we’re the moon and the sun, that makes you our star,” he explained as you glanced down at your left wrist.
“And your heart was one the things that drew us to you,” Bucky said as you lifted your gaze. His blue eyes had an extra shine to them as he smiled at you. “You reminded us of a flower. We got to watch you blossom into who you are and you’re a new beginning for both of us. You make us feel free.”
They stepped forward in sync, each reaching for your hand before they dropped to one knee. 
Wait. Are they… “Oh, my God,” you whispered.
“You’re our star, our heart and a piece of us we never want to be without,” Bucky told you, a tear falling from his eye. “You taught me how to love and not to be afraid of it, even for a second.”
“And you taught me to love again and to fight like hell to hang onto it,” Steve said proudly. 
You almost burst into tears as Bucky removed a box from his pocket. “Our friends have always been our family, but you are our home.”
You couldn’t stop the tears at that point, letting them spill freely as you smiled down at them. 
Bucky held up the box as Steve opened it, the three entwining bands shining in the light. You couldn't tell where one began and the other two ended. It was unbreakable. “We love you with everything we have,” the brunette swore.
“And always will,” the blonde added.
“Will you be our wife?” they asked together, both looking up at you with hope and love in their eyes. You knew in that moment you would forever be their first world. 
A watery laugh came out as you nodded. “Yes!”
"Against her better judgment she said 'yes'," Tony affectionately announced. "Drink!"
You heard Mandy burst into tears as Bucky slipped the ring on your finger, everyone cheering and downing their shot. None of it registered as you dropped to your knees, framing Bucky’s face to kiss him deeply. You let out another small, happy laugh before doing the same to Steve. You felt their arms wrap around you in a tight hug as you kept crying.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” Steve chanted in a whisper.
“Love you so fucking much, doll,” Bucky sniffled, smiling as he kissed your temple. “Or should we start calling you Blossom?”
You laughed again as you felt both of them begin to wipe your tears away. “I like Blossom,” you said, looking at the ring on your left hand. That explained everything. Your boys being nervous, why Mandy was so emotional and why everyone was there. They were all welcoming you home. Your beautiful tattooed bastards were your home.
Because like the new tattoos on your wrist, they had a permanent place in your heart. 
*****
Tattoo inspiration photos for our reader below.
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
Hope to see our boys again soon, especially since they have something to celebrate. Love and thanks for reading!
3K notes · View notes
oliwrites · 8 months
Note
could u pls do a sex pollen/potion with loki but the reader and loki are like bsfs in love and they don’t realize it until like afterward??? thank u and i hope ur doing well🫶
Freyja’s Flower
pairing: loki x fem!reader
genre: 90% smut 10% fluff
summary: you are observing a foreign flower from alfheim, but when you’re about to finish up for the night, the flower emits a powder in your face
warnings: SMUT! (18+), sex pollen, masturbation (f), unprotected piv (wrap it if you tap it), dirty dirty thoughts, mutual pining, loki being a smartass
A/N: here is my official attempt on a sex pollen fic! i hope you all enjoy! if you don’t please don’t tell me bc i probably won’t care (sorry not sorry)
word count: 2.5k
Tumblr media
You were currently occupying Bruce’s lab while the rest of the Avengers went out on another mission. Bruce had told you to continue the research and observations on the foreign plants you and the team collected on the last mission. Loki, your best friend, was sitting on a table behind you and pestering the living shit out of you.
“Loki if you don’t shut the fuck up in the next 2 seconds, I swear I will sew your mouth shut,” You grumbled, trying to translate the Old Nordic written out on the page.
Your eyes scanned page 64 of Nordic Flowers once more:
Blomst av Begjær (Freyja’s Blomst)
Blomsten av Begjær, eller som mer kjent som Freyja’s Blomst. Er en blomst som produserer en pollen som spirer ut når blomsten føler seg i fare. Når blomsten kommer i kontakt med en person, kan personen begynne å føle feberish, svimmel og spent. Blomsten finnes vanligvis i Alfheims felt og har en oransje for å rosa fargetone på kronbladene og en gul stamme.
“Lokes, care to translate this for me?” You spoke up after giving up on attempting to translate the page.
“I thought you wanted me to stay quiet,” Loki quipped back, not getting off the table and assisting you with your research.
“Loki help me before I kick your ass,” You spat. You heard Loki snicker behind you before getting up and reading the page over your shoulder.
You couldn’t help but blush at the close distance between you and the Nordic God. You would never admit it, but you had fallen in love with him about 2 years back when he took care of you when you were ill. He was a true gentleman and a good friend. Not to mention that he’s good looking too.
He has long, wavy black hair that reached his clavicles, alabaster skin with beautiful green eyes that occasionally had a twinge of gray. His nose was long and defined and had cheekbones so sharp, that you were convinced you could cut yourself on them if you weren’t careful. His thin, pink lips were always curled up into a mischievous smirk, which showed off his perfectly straight and pearly white teeth.
His body was lean, but had a pop of muscle. His triceps always bulged out and strained against the sleeves of any of his shirts. His pectorals were defined and his abs were chiseled to perfection. Your mouth always watered when his gym shirt would stick to his torso from the sweat, because you could see every inch of muscle on that man.
He hummed behind you, bringing you back to reality. He observed the page and you watched as his piercing green eyes flicked among the words written on the page. You then dragged your attention to his pink lips, which he was currently wetting with his tongue. You felt a shiver go down your spine as you thought of the sinful things that his tongue could do to you.
“What the actual fuck, dude. He’s my best friend. Snap out of it!” You thought to yourself, shaking away all of unspeakable thoughts as Loki cleared his throat.
“Nothing important, love. It was just explaining what the flower looks like and where you can find it,” Loki smiled softly, moving a piece of hair out of your face.
“What’s the name of it?” You asked, trying to ignore the blush creeping up on your face as his soft fingertips grazed your cheek.
“Freyja‘a Flower,” Loki replied simply, “but I think you can do more research on Freyja and her flower tomorrow, it’s getting late and you need your beauty sleep,” Loki continued, pinning you to the lab desk, just to close the book behind you and look you deep in the eyes.
“If you keep looking at me like that, I might just have to rip your clothes off, Laufeyson,” You thought to yourself, blushing at your own thoughts.
You tried reaching behind you to grab the book and shuffle away to your room for the night and scream into your pillow for having such an infernal crush on your best friend. However, you miscalculated where you placed the book and accidentally knocked the glass dome Bruce kept the flower in down onto the ground, shattering the glass around it. Loki jumped at the noise, unpinning you from the lab bench to observe what occurred.
“Shit!” You screeched, bending down and grabbing the flower, trying to avoid the thorns that sprouted from the stem.
But before you could place the flower down back on the table. A pink powder like substance sprayed out and puffed in your face. The powder took you by surprise and you began to fall back on ‘impact’ but was quickly caught by the raven haired man behind you.
“Careful, darling girl. Let’s clean you up and get you to bed,” Loki smiled, before taking your hand in his and walking you back to your room.
“Thank you, Loki, but I can walk myself,” You told him, raising an eyebrow.
“I know you can, but I just want to assure myself that you clean up fully. We don’t know what that powder stuff is,” Loki replied, opening the door to your room.
You walked in, Loki following after you. He closed the door and turned back to you. He eyed your blue turtleneck, which was now dusted over with the same pink that matched your face.
“May I?” Loki asked gripping onto the hem of your shirt. You looked up at him, nodding slightly, allowing him to remove your shirt, leaving you in your white bra and black jeans.
Why am I feeling dizzy? Why is it so hot? My room was never this hot before… What is going on?
Thoughts and concerns raced through your mind but was quickly stopped when you were placed on your sink with a warm, damp towel wiping away the pink powder.
“Is it just me, or is it hot in here?” You asked warily, grabbing the hand that was being used to wipe your face off.
“It is just you, darling. Perhaps try sleeping in less layers tonight, maybe keep a window open for a cool breeze,” Loki suggested as he shook his hand free and continued to clean you up.
“He’s so gentle. I wonder how gentle he’d be while cleaning up his cum from my— what the fuck??” You began thinking to yourself again. You were shocked at the sudden change in thought. Hell, you were concerned as to why Loki wiping your face off was turning you on so much.
“Gods, I just want him to ram into me until I can’t walk for a week. I don’t know why I can’t just get the courage to jump his bones already,” You thought to yourself, accepting the fact that you’re gonna have dirty thoughts about him.
Once Loki finished cleaning you up, you jumped down from the sink and walked into your bedroom. You cracked open a window to let the night breeze sift into your room and you began to take your pants off.
You didn’t notice Loki’s gaze at your ass as you bent down to take your pants off. He noticed the way your ass curved perfectly or how your underwear covered up too much of you, based on his own personal opinion.
You unclipped your bra, turned around and playfully threw it at Loki, expecting him to dodge away in disgust, like the other men in the Avengers do (based off of what their wives say), but instead he caught it and shoved it in his pocket with a wink.
“I want that back,” You laughed seductively, walking toward your bed, with a little more sway to your hips. You crawled onto your plush mattress on all fours, displaying your ass to the god behind you. Playing with fire, you nonchalantly wiggled your ass before turning around to reveal your perky breasts to him.
“I— uh.. yeah sure we’ll talk… good night,” Loki stuttered with a red blush plastering his cheeks. You giggled as he swiftly turned around and bolted out the door.
**
Fuck. It was so hot. It felt like you were on fire. The window being opened didn’t help, and neither did removing all blankets from your bed.
Along with the fiery feeling that stretched across your skin, you felt a sharp arousal piercing throughout your body. Your body was aching to be touched, your slickness soaking through your panties and down your thighs. What is going on?
You huffed out a breath and wet your fingers with your saliva, trailing them down your body. Your fingertips barely brushed your clit and you let out a loud moan. You began slowly rubbing the sensitive nub, moaning out to the ceiling of your bedroom.
Your fingers traveled from your nub to your soaking entrance. You dipped in your two fingers and started at a slow and steady pace.
“Fuck… Loki…” You moaned out, ignoring the fact that you just moaned out your best friend's name. Your free hand moved up and tweaked your nipples, causing you to arch your back.
You pictured that your hands were Loki’s. His tongue traveling down your stomach and to your opening. He’s praising you for being such a good girl, his good girl. He removed his fingers and replaced it with his cock, thrusting into you hastily. He wasted no time to adjust to you as he began to pound into your channel.
You sped up your fingers movement, feeling the tight coil begin to form. You’re almost there.
You began picturing the dirty things he would say to you. How you were his and his alone. How you please him so well. How he loves how tight you were around his cock. How he was gonna cum deep inside you and there was nothing you could do to stop it.
As that last thought coursed through your mind, you released all over your fingers with a shriek. Your hips bucked against your hand as you continued your movements, riding out your high.
Once you came down from your high, you removed your fingers from your core and got up. You elected to take a cool shower and remove all hints of arousal from your body.
After washing yourself and getting out of the shower, a wave of dizziness hit you and you fell to the ground. Heat radiated throughout your body once more and your arousal returned, however this time it was more painful.
“Fuck!” You groaned out in pain and pleasure, you buckled down to the ground from the sudden sharp pain that went through your body, “I need Loki, he’ll know what to do,” You spoke to yourself before grabbing onto the sink and pulling yourself up.
**
“Loki?” You asked, knocking on his bedroom door. He didn’t answer, so you just walked in, “Loki? I need you to wake up,” I said louder after I closed the door behind me.
“May I be of assistance to you?” Loki asked seductively, leaning up on his elbows laying in bed.
“I need your help…” You say weakly, walking over to his bed, slick wetness gushing out of you as you see your best friend shirtless.
“Let me assume that you’re feeling hot, dizzy, and hot and bothered?” Loki asked, his signature smirk appearing on his face.
“How did you know that?” I ask, raising an eyebrow and crossing my arms.
“Those are the effects of the flower of lust. Or as I told you, Freyja’s Flower,” he smirked, “I perhaps stretched the truth and said that I knew not of the results of the flower’s powder,” Loki continued.
“Why?” Is all you could say, sitting down on his bed to prevent your knees from buckling beneath you from just the sound of his silky voice.
“Are you really so blind?” Loki asked before smashing his lips to yours. You crawled on top of his lap and grinded on top of the erection that was covered by his duvet.
Loki reached up under your shirt and tweaked at your nipples, causing you to moan into his mouth. He took that opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, quickly asserting his dominance in the kiss. You grinded deeper to gather more friction.
“Loki… I need you…” You mustered out in a broken moan in between your kiss, your nails raking down his back.
“That you do,” Loki smirked, almost evilly before guiding your hips up and removing the now soaked duvet up and revealing his erection. He took no time on aligning himself and you took even lesser than no time to sink down on him, rellishing at the stretch your pussy had to do to accommodate his size.
“Fuck… you feel so good,” you moan into his neck, bouncing up and down on his cock at a quick pace. He kissed you feverishly to the point where you didn’t even realize he had flipped you over and began ramming into you.
“You’re so… tight, ahh… faen, just like that,” he groaned into your neck, bringing his hand down and toying with your clit. Your back arched at the feeling and you let out an almost pornographic moan as you felt that familiar pressure build up in your core.
“Fuck! Loki! M’close!” You moaned out, biting down on his neck, leaning multiple different hickeys.
“Cum around me, darling… show me how much you— ahh— enjoy the feeling of my cock,” Loki moaned out, sucking air through his teeth as he felt you tighten around him once more, releasing all over him. He followed soon after, spilling his release inside of you.
“Loki…” You groaned out into his neck.
“I’ll be right back, just lay here and recover,” Loki spoke softly before getting up and going into his en-suite bathroom.
A few minutes later, he returned with a warm, damp washcloth, a glass of water, and some grapes and nuts he had conjured up.
“This’ll sting a bit, my love, just relax,” Loki told you, before dabbing the washcloth on your used hold. You winced in pain from the sensitivity, “I know, I’m sorry,” He apologized while continuing to clean you up.
When he finished he magicked away the cloth and picked up the glass of water and the bowl of nuts and grapes.
“Here, eat and drink,” Loki said, handing you the food and drink. You quickly gulped down the water and began picking and eating at the Asgardian candy.
“Why didn’t you tell me about Freyja’s Flower?” You ask eventually, continuing to eat on the food given to you.
“I've wanted to be with you like that for a while now, and I didn’t know the right way of approaching those feelings, so I just did what my mind told me to do, which was to trick you,” Loki sighed, his head hanging down in shame.
“Loki, I’ve wanted the same thing for a while too, but next time instead of making me unbearably horny, just tell me, okay?” You reassured, tilting his chin up so he could look at you.
“Will you please do me the honor and allow me to court you?” Loki asked shyly, a faint pink blush appearing on his cheeks.
“I would love nothing more,”
368 notes · View notes
smolvenger · 11 months
Text
The King of Asgard (Loki x fem! Reader Oneshot)
Tumblr media
Synopsis: As the wife of Prince Loki of Asgard, you suddenly discover that Odin and Thor are gone. You are made queen and your dear husband is king. But a king needs an heir...
Word Count: 5K
Warnings: SMUT Y'ALL!!! 18+ Breeding Kink and Vanilla P in V sex and dirty talk. Some angst in the beginning but lots of hurt/comfort regarding his discovery about being a Frost Giant. Some married fluff. I use the canon events in Thor 1 but stretch out the timeline because it's my fic and I can do what I want. References to fairy tales because I'm a slut for literary references.
A03//My Ko-Fi//My Etsy Shop//Masterlist//Wattpad
A/N: Since seeing Thor 1 in its completion this has been in my head. I don't usually write for the big man Loki himself too often- but it's a treat to do so! Maybe I will do more of this stuff if I get more ideas! REBLOGS, COMMENTS, DMS, AND ASKS ABOUT MY WORK ARE ALWAYS APPRECIATED! Also, I don't know if Frigga is also Freya the goddess of love and sex in this universe when I wrote this but her character is clearly more FRIGGA than Freya...so yeah...mea culpa
Taglist: @evelyn-kingsley @jennyggggrrr @five-miles-over @fictive-sl0th @ladycamillewrites @villainousshakespeare @holdmytesseract @eleniblue @twhxhck @lokisgoodgirl @lovelysizzlingbluebird @raqnarokr @holymultiplefandomsbatman @michelleleewise @wolfsmom1 @infinitystoner @littlespaceyelf @superficialdomina (since all the way back you asked to be tagged! Ta da! Here it is!!)
You had many regrets in your life. But marrying Prince Loki was not one of them.  When he asked you, you threw your arms around him and kissed him repeating one word- “Yes!”
You never regretted the day you wore a jeweled veil and walked down that aisle. You never regretted vowing before all the gods that you were his and he was yours. You never regretted becoming Princess of Asgard. Not if it meant the love of your life could become your husband.
Some whispered that your choice was unusual. That it was the wrong prince. That you should have married Thor. After all, it seemed obvious he was going to be the heir. But things did not happen in your heart the way they did. Thor was jovial and friendly to you. But before your betrothal, he liked you as a sister. No more, no less. Even if Odin commanded it, Thor would object to the match. If Thor learned to reign in his arrogance someday, you thought, he would make a fine lover to some lucky person!
Other than being the most beautiful man you had ever beheld, Loki was intelligent. Full of elegance as well as guile. Well-read, polite, patient, and charming, but could hold his own in any battle. It seemed you were one of the few people who recognized that. That was one of many reasons why he loved you.
You both attended feasts side by side. He would flirt with you even though you were still about a year into marriage.
“Why, it is too bad that such loveliness is sitting by herself tonight! May I have the seat next to her?” Loki would croon as he sat in the chair next to you.
 You danced every dance together at balls. You especially loved spending free hours exploring the Asgardian library together. Reading works from all Nine Realms. Sometimes until you both fell asleep by the fireplace. Not to mention his finesse in the bedroom.
Loki confessed of his wedding day nerves to you in private. He feared…displeasing you on your wedding night. But your mutual passion and reverence for each other won over all else. Every time you coupled, you brought each other to Valhalla and back again. You learned about each other’s bodies like studying maps. Each minute of lovemaking was both exploration and worship of each other.
Lately, the two of you were careful. You had your own special tea to drink before or after it happened. At most, he would spill his seed somewhere that wasn’t between your legs. You knew so much was happening. Becoming a parent would put more stress on both of you. Especially considering Odin was about to name his heir.
 Though you both did hope someday to have a child. You knew Loki would be a wonderful father and you wanted to be a mother. You wanted a family. You wanted to have a sweet baby (or two) of your own to cuddle and kiss. To hear it laugh when you tickled it. To welcome their first steps with open arms. To watch it grow. To leave your own mark- a person who was both Loki and you.
Now wasn’t the right time, both of you knew it. When you would sigh about it, he would hug you.
“We will wait, my love…time is our friend…” he’d assure you.
 There were worse things in life. And you might as well enjoy what you had now before it was too late. You were lucky to have him. Many couples lived happy, long lives together without children. You were fortunate to have a man who you could confide anything to. And he in turn confided all his worries to you.
The ceremony arrived. And it was not Loki who was named heir as he hoped. It was Thor.
As you stood next to Loki, you felt him stiffen. Thor smiled and held up Mjonir as the kingdom cheered for him. Looking at your husband, you took his hand. You heard him take in a deep sigh through his nose.
“I know you wanted it…I’m so sorry…” you whispered to him, rubbing a thumb over his palm.
─── ・ 。゚☆: *.☽ .* :☆゚. ───
 One evening when you walked about the garden. The sun was setting and while there was some light, you wanted to admire the roses Frigga grew. Dressed in your golden dress, you knelt to sniff a few red ones. Admiring her work and the peace of the place. You jumped when a guard ran over to you.
“The Prince Loki requests your presence immediately in the castle vaults,” he reported.
Picking up your skirts, you hurried there.
“Loki, where are you? Are you hurt?” you asked as you entered.
He was standing on the steps before the Tesseract’s section. He looked up at the sound of your voice. There were tears in his eyes.
“I…I just spoke with father…” he said.
“What did he say this time?” you asked.
He took a step towards you. More tears fell down his cheeks.
“Y/N…I am so sorry. I shouldn’t have married you, shouldn’t have made you my prisoner…” he said.
Pain curled up in your chest at the words. Their grip tightened your throat and your eyes watered as well as his.
“Prisoner!?! What are you talking about, Loki? You cannot believe every word Odin says! I will talk to him myself right away! How dare he say such cruel things to you! You do deserve me! You do!” you cried.
You reached over to grab his hands and he jerked them back.
“No Asgardian maiden deserves to be sold and made wife to a Frost Giant!” He blurted.
You paused.
“Frost Giant?” you repeated.
All your life you heard whispers of the land of the Frost Giants, or Jotenheim. And they were always violent tales of terror. The large, ice creatures were longtime enemies of your kingdom. It was typical for Thor to boast about how much he would slay if given the chance.
“Stay here…and watch…” Loki instructed.
He put his hand on the Tesseract. Upon contact, his skin turned blue and his eyes red. A frost giant if you ever saw one.
Your eyes widened and you gasped in response, a hand flew over your mouth. Shock made your body lock in place. But you did not turn your eyes from him.
“Oh, Loki!” you cried.
You did not flee. No, you would not. Instead, you ran up and embraced him. He felt cold to the touch. As his hands released the Tesseract you felt him warm up in your arms as his skin turned back to ivory. They curled around your back, and he buried himself in your touch. You felt him shaking. Despite your own surprise, you would not abandon him. Never.
“It’s alright…it’s alright, I’m right here…this is a lot, I know…” you consoled as he cried.
He explained to you that years ago, Odin found an abandoned Frost Giant baby in Jotenheim. He took in the infant to be raised as one of his own. But never telling that young prince the truth about his parentage. Not until an accidental discovery. In a recent battle a Frost Gant touched your husband’s arm, changing your prince’s skin to blue beneath his grip. And blue skin could not lie.
“Do you know what I am, Y/N? I am a monster! That’s who you are married to! A monster!” Loki mourned.
You glanced at the door, then back to him. An idea from a recent library read growing in your head.
“Are you familiar with Midgard Fairy Tales? The ones for children?” you asked.
“No,” he answered.
“You don’t?” you asked.
“Midgard never interested me before…”
Taking him by the hand, you led him back to the library. You found a collection of Midgard Fairy Tales left on your favorite chair. You brought it to him and opened it up, flipping the pages. You then pointed to one story. The first page was illustrated with a ship on the ocean, then a rose, and a grand castle.
“You should read this one right here. It was written years ago by a lady. It is a Midgard Fairy Story called La Belle et La Bete or Beauty and The Beast…” you explained.
Loki took the book. He then flipped the page to see a picture of the eponymous beast.
“I know enough of fairy tales. They’re all the same. There’s some giant or creature who’s always the villain. Kidnapping unwilling maidens and hoarding gold. That is until a prince skewers them. Then there’s great celebration over the killing,” he dismissed.
You placed a hand on the page before he could close it.
“You’re right about one thing. There is a beast in this one…” you continued.
“Oh, and he’s there to do those things so babes will grow up learning to hate me,” Loki complained.
“No! Not in this one he’s not!” you objected.
You turned the page. It showed the Beast smiling with a lady in a rose garden.
“Yes, he is a beast. But do you know what he also is? He is the prince in the story! He might look frightening to some, but beneath it, he is kind and generous! He falls in love and marries a woman who sees that in the end! She doesn’t focus on what makes him monstrous and different- she accepts who he is!”
You set the book down and cupped his face.
 “Because she loves him!”
His jaw dropped, speaking nothing. He leaned into your hand.
“A Frost Giant? Yes. I will learn to adjust to the blue skin…but you are my husband. I could not ask for a better one. And I love you. No matter what…” you said.
He embraced you again and you both cried. Tears of happiness and of sorrow. Blue skin or white. Yellow eyes or blue ones. He was Loki. He was your husband, and you would always stay with him. Besides, it’s what he would have done for you.
─── ・ 。゚☆: *.☽ .* :☆゚. ───
When you went to bed that night, you expected tomorrow to be a day like any other. But instead, you were shaken out of sleep.
“Loki, what is it? It’s too early…” you murmured, half-awake.
You felt your bedside but did not feel the lump of his body.
Wakefulness creeping on you, you saw the guards and a few servants in your bedchambers. You jumped to sit up. You held onto the blankets, your knuckles popping in your grip.
“Where is my husband? Is he alright? What’s going on?” you questioned.
Their eyes were all wide. One servant stepped forward and spoke with gravity.
“The prince Thor is banished. And Odin has fallen into his Odinsleep. Loki is now King of Asgard. And you are it’s Queen.”
It was only four sentences. But it felt like something from a dream. You jolted out of bed to stand. You barely opened your mouth to respond when the servant knelt before you. He took your hand and kissed it in reverence.
“Your highness! Queen of Asgard!” he announced.
All bowed before you in your room.
 You expected many things when you married the god of mischief. Just not this! It felt like one of those Midgard Fairytales happening to you.
When you dressed and hurried to your husband in the throne room. You forgot your new role and froze your steps. He sat on a throne, legs deliciously apart. He took up space now. The throne was entirely his and he was going to use every inch of it. He was decked in the robe of a ruler, not a prince destined to wait in the wings all his life. He had power in him, and you had to confess the aura of it was…. doing something for you. Your legs were buckling beneath your dress. There was that infamous, mischievous smile on him. It made you shiver. Already morning and desire swirled inside you. When his head turned to see you, he lit up. He got up from his throne and walked down. Per habit, you curtsied low. Then, placing a finger beneath your chin, he led you to standing. Your sex beneath your legs clenched at the gesture.
He then grabbed you and lifted you up in a hug where your feet didn’t touch the ground.
“Y/N…darling!” he greeted.
He put you down and placed a kiss on your lips.
“But…are you ready to rule? It won’t be easy…” you worried.
“It will not. But at last, think of everything I could do…lead armies…unite kingdoms…”
Even Jotenheim and Asgard if he decreed it so, you noted. You then smiled at him. He was glowing from pride and joy. He took your hand and kissed it.
“If we’re together through this…we can handle it…” he said.
They placed you to stand by his side on the throne.
 Frigga entered. She bowed to you. Your own knees bucked a little out of habit. Usually you were the one bowing to her! You walked down to her, taking her shoulders.
“Queen mother…I…I’m speechless! …I don’t know how I could ever be a queen as well as you!” you confessed to her.
She kissed your cheek and gave you a patient smile.
“Don’t worry, I will help you. Day by day, step by step, you will learn how.”
“Thank you…what do I do now?”
“You will be crowned this afternoon. The kingdom will be watching. Look at them, your people. And show them you care…” she advised.
The hour arrived for them all. Swarms of people broke in like a flood to the throne room. You felt every eye as a golden crown was placed on your head and as his familiar helmet was placed on Loki.
Remembering Frigga’s advice, you looked down on them. You allowed a smile to grow on you. You smiled as you heard your name being chanted along with your husband's name.
They cheered and bowed to you. Flags were waved and confetti fell like snow across the palace.  Loki got took your hand and lifted it up before them. They began to cry out.
“Hail the King Loki! Hail the Queen Y/N!”
─── ・ 。゚☆: *.☽ .* :☆゚. ───
When the sun began to set, a familiar servant ran up to you.
“The King sends his regrets that duties require his immediate attention. He asked for the cooks to go ahead and serve you dinner in his absence,” she announced.
“Thank you,” you replied. An attempt at a regal tone of voice new to you.
The servant bowed and left. She didn’t do that as reverently when you were a mere princess. You ate your dinner alone and then took a rosewater bath right after. You noticed several stray petals floating around in the tub.
Once you finished, you returned to your chambers. It seemed they would stay the same for now. The King’s room was for the Odinsleep. Drying yourself you picked a nightgown. Tonight, it was a white one with a silvery tone to it. It had long sleeves that draped down and had beautiful beading around the bodice. The neckline dipped down to the clasp that secured it. Some might consider it immodest, but it was too beautiful for your resistance. It gave you some very sensual cleavage that you loved (and so would your husband). The skirt then dipped down to the floor, making it feel like a robe, but the material was not so thick that it felt too hot.
If you dressed more like a queen, even at night, you would feel more apt to the role.
What a day it had been. Part of your body ached after such excitement. You sat by your vanity on a cushion. Flowers (including the roses you liked) from the gardens in vases bedecked it. By the candlelight you checked your hair. Sighing in, you relaxed on the seat, admiring the glimpse of the kingdom at night from your curtains. Enjoying a moment of peace.
You then heard his voice outside the door.
“I am now going to bed. Do not disturb us unless there is an emergency,” Loki ordered the servants and guards. Already he was speaking more like a king.
The doors creaked as he opened it and walked inside. Though he was in his own green bedrobes, there was a bounce and urgency to his step. Then he approached you as you sat on the cushion before the vanity. Though his blue eyes did wander hungrily to your low neckline. They then returned up to your face in the mirror’s reflection.
“How is my pretty queen tonight?” he asked.
“I’m good…” you answered.
“Are you tired?” he asked with a tone of concern.
He placed a hand on your shoulder, fingers drumming in anticipation. Was there some old prank he was going to pull that he wanted you to see? What was he going to say?
“Only a little…I’m still taking it in…” you replied.
He embraced you from behind, nuzzling into your neck. You smiled at the contact of feeling his nose against your skin. He smiled as he looked at you in the mirror.
“You always were a queen to me, my dear….” He said.
He kissed your cheek and then lowered his lips to your neck. You smiled, enjoying the increasingly amorous gesture. You felt the tickle of his breath. His soft lips made another kiss in between your neck and clavicle. You melted into it.
“My, Freya has gotten someone enchanted…” you teased.
“It’s not Freya who enchants me…” he husked.
He then turned you around and led you to stand. And laid a desperate kiss on your lips. You wrapped your arms around him. He slid in his tongue. A hand of his crept to hold your back to him. You groaned into it. Already, arousal began its long, sinful climb with its wet signal between your legs. You released lips with a satisfying smack.
“If you continue this, I’ll ring for that tea…” you said.
“No…” he voiced.
“Hmm?”
He held your hands down.
“You won’t need that tea tonight. Or for a while…” he said.
You blinked.
“How come?”
He gave you a smile, looking in your eyes.
“I must tell you…the council has given me much advice. To secure myself as king, there are a few things I can do. Enact laws. Silence any rebellions or refusals. And, since I’m already married...”
He paused.
“Sire an heir.”
You felt your breath stop in your throat. Your eyes widened. His smile went down to a smirk. A glint in his eye as he went to you. His eyes roaming down your exposed chest. His hands wandered down, staring to hike a little of your skirt.
“So, you’re saying…” you stuttered.
“Y/N, I…I need you tonight…tonight…I’ll give you a child, an heir, someone to carry on my reign, and keep me as king…Would you like that?” he asked.
He leaned closer. Wanting to kiss you, then pausing. You could feel his breath just on your lips, making you dizzy. He placed his hips against yours. You felt a moan shudder out of you. Your answer was an easy one.
“Yes, yes I would.”
He swept you up in his arms, strong despite his lean frame.  Your heart raced so hard you felt it would burst out of you. He laid you on the bed then crawled over you. You felt yourself trembling like it was the first time. He cupped your cheek and leaned over to kiss you.
“My queen, my darling…”
You wrapped your arms around him.
“And my Prince made King,” you said back.
Intuitively, he ground his hips on yours. A small shudder went through you, coming out as a sigh. You reached a hand to run it through his hair as he kissed you again. Combing through those dark curls you loved so much. Because they were a part of him. His crown that never left him. You gave him another, harder kiss. He then looked down at your robe. He slid a hand over the beading, over your chest.
“A lady beautiful as you could doesn’t need such …embellishments…” he growled.
He removed his hand to lift it in the air. He flicked it and a green light began at the tips of your toes and then worked its way up your legs and through your body. Your evening robes for sleeping vanished and instead was your skin. He wetted his lips at the sight of your nakedness.
“I’ve longed to see this, to touch you for hours…”
He went up to your bare breasts. You gulped as he began to kiss it. Your back arched on impulse, tensing already. As he worked his way to the center, you felt yourself tensing already. Smiling at the pleasure as he used his tongue, swirling your nipple. Chills ran over you. He released his mouth to whisper.
“I’ve missed your breasts. The shape. The softness. Feeling you…”
He replaced it with his large hand. He gently squeezed and groped both around. You exhaled out another sound coming out of you. Not a polite one.
“Perfection-perfect for my hands. And perfect to nurse my heir…”
He then lowered himself down, kissing your stomach. Tracing your hips. He then kissed your bellybutton, dipping his tongue into the hole of it. Only a symbol of what was next. A delicious forewarning. Preparation. You grew wetter with the feeling of something soft and wet inside a hole of yours.
“Loki…Loki, my dear…husband…” you whimpered.
He held your hips down, tracing it and feeling them again. How they curved up to where they made your waist. His fingers sprawled possessively over your flesh. Then back down to your hips. Looking down, there was a bulge getting bigger against his green robe.
“And these…perfect. Perfect for what I put between them. For my mouth, my fingers, my cock, and my child…”
He pulled his head up, then you put your finger to his lips. Giggling lightly, as did he.
“You talk so much. But you’ve yet to bare yourself too, my love,” you teased.
With a cocky half-smile, all he did was tilt his head. The seidr ran down from the forehead to the toes, and the smooth robe was replaced with his warm skin. He was so beautiful. Every time he took off his clothes, it was everything in you not to stare. He had a broad, ivory chest so large and enveloping. It was like a blanket when you rested your head on them or when he thrust on top of you. You put a hand to explore the crevices, going through the patch of hairs on him. His muscular shoulders, perfect for digging your nails in. His abdominals-both soft and strong. For he was both at the center of his heart as well. Thighs made thick from running, jumping, and everything a warrior did.
He ground against you. His cock, already hard, teased your stomach. He leaned up to kiss your neck in its small soft spot. A hand returning to your breast.
“You will look wonderful engorged with a babe…a child…a part of you that will always be there, a trace of us together.”
“Loki…my dear husband…I love you…” you voiced.
He smiled, inching close.
“And I love you when you’re screaming beneath me…”
With one long, beautiful hand, he took the outside of your legs. He traced his fingers down from thigh to knee. Ghosting against the upper flesh of your skin. As tenderly as if you were the brightest, most precious jewel kept in his treasury. In seas of coins, rubies, and diamonds…it was you, you out of everything else, that mattered to him.
He took his large, beautiful hands and then moved them to the inside of your knees. You bit back a moan, leaning your head into the pillow as you felt it.
Using both his hands, he then spread you apart, wide open. He looked down at you and grinned. He had seen, felt, penetrated, and tasted your pussy like an addict. Always hungry for more. Even if you were poison, he would consider it the sweetest way to die. He placed himself back up. The tip just teasing your entrance. Every nerve inside you screamed. It brushed against you, never plunging in.
“You’re a banquet all for me, my dear…now…are you ready?” he whispered.
“Oh, please…. stop tormenting me… I want a child…and I want you…give me…give me one, Loki…” you begged.
“Let me…let me feel your sweet warmth and take your king’s shaft…” Loki husked.
He plunged into you slowly. Part of you panted through your nose. You felt him climb inside, inch by agonizing inch. This was a ceremony, sacred as any other rite in a royal bedroom. As if everything had to be right. Yet there was beauty-there was divinity. An ecstasy of reaching something otherworldly in between each other’s legs. You let out a loud gasp when he placed all of you inside him. You grabbed onto him.
He then retracted his hips, and he began to thrust into you. Grinding you right into the bed. Writhing as you accepted his largeness like it was new. Each gasp from his breath, each pant from each thrust. You could feel one muscular arm of your husbands touched the headboard, keeping him steady against you. You felt your back and ass slide against the silk sheets. He was slow, but eager.
“Yes…I promised you… when we married…I’d give you-nrgh-I’d give-give you everything-fuck-everything you’d ever want-gods…yes, gods, yes!” he whimpered as he thrusted.
You let out a moan with each thrust, your own breasts bouncing slowly with the movement. He looked down, releasing the hand on the headboard to slap them.
You let out a gasp- “L-Loki-you-you-you beast!”
“I thought you figured that out already, darling…” he whispered with a chuckle.
You felt his other hand wander to touch your back. You writhed under him.  He then slid his hand under his hips guide you up. His strength held you steady. He hit a different angle and you let out a cry-it was deeper, and his cock had found it’s way to your bud. Already sensitive and shaking.
“L-Loki! There! Please! There!”  you begged as he kept thrusting.
“As my queen commands…”
You saw the veins in his neck tightening as he kept on. His black curls messed around him- wild and free. A creature claiming his prize for the night. How beautiful he looked. You returned a hand back up and pulled him down. You kissed him with such fervor as he thrust that he stayed for only a second inside you, pausing, catching a breath. What breath there was, anyway.
Then he picked up the pace slightly. You were starting to see stars. That sweet angle where he got your clit. You felt pleasure rise  in you. Yes, it was arriving. You moved your hands down from his shoulders, down his triangular back. Once you found his soft, perfect ass you pushed him in again.
“Loki I’m…I’m…I’m close…oh norns- I’m…I’m going to cum!” you pleaded.
“So…am I-nrg-Call me king, call me king again and…and…I’ll-I’ll drive you there with me …”
He lowered his voice. Guttural and demanding.
“Call- me- your- king.”
He even got his free hand inside, speeding you up as he too sped up. You felt it-the breaking point.
“Yes-please-my- my king! My king!” you cried.
He let out a shout and you felt his hot seed spurt inside you. Your own climax then broke upon you. Thw words repeated out of you in a whisper.
“My king…my…my…”
It was the climax where it spun inside you. You felt your whole-body lock. Your quim felt as if it was spinning, sputtering with the pleasure. As well as his seed.  You groaned as it washed you down and you felt it. Your eyes teared up. His stayed inside, spurting like mad. Free and plentiful after starvation. A broken dam. He stayed inside. Not wasting one drip of him. You accepted it, every bit of it. Not one drop would go to waste. You felt your body buzz. Vibrating on the inside though you were still. Still except for your own breasts heaving with the breath you caught. You felt him catch his breath on top of you too.
He then cupped your cheek. His curls fell before his face. But his smile and blue eyes glowing from them.
“I couldn’t have asked for better. A better broodmare. A better wife. A better queen by my side…” he said.
Playfully, you went up and kissed the tip of his nose. He grinned at it and then embraced you. Arms flinging around each other. His own sweaty, earthy scent mixed with the rosewater bath you had earlier.
His cock still twitched inside you. Then you felt a final hot release of him and there was no more. He pulled out. Once it left you, you felt a cold space in your quim. Like it was an empty niche, something that needed filling. So much was he a part of you. You reached up your hand to brush his curls back. Seeing his face. Seeing him.
He then went down to your stomach, kissing it.
“I think if it’s a boy…we should call him Tuck…and if it’s a girl...Idona…” you then told him.
He rolled over to lay his head on the pillow. Then he turned over. You hummed at the sight of him- oh Hela, his beautiful profile was art itself!
“And what if we have twins?” he asked.
“I’ll figure it out, later!” you replied with a small laugh.
You placed your head on his chest and looked up and he down.
“I hope you’ve forgiven me for missing dinner…we’ll eat together tomorrow night; I’ll make it up to you…” he said.
“Of course, I forgive you. You had duties of your own…” you whispered.
He then gave a smile with the familiar, delicious darkness in his eyes.
“It might take more than once. We will try for an heir no matter how many times it takes. I’d like to have you on that very table like a meal of my own to devour. And I’ll have you on the library walls. On each rug. On each column. So, rest well…you have several duties of your own tomorrow.”
544 notes · View notes