#switch!loki

[infinitystoner]

Don’t Give In

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Summary: Tonight, Loki has just one request: Deny him. Pairing: Loki x Female Reader Word Count: 5.8k Content/Warnings: Established Relationship, switch!Loki vibes, Teasing, Bratty Behavior, Fluff, Smut, Biting/Marking, Edging/Orgasm Delay, Face-Sitting, Oral, P-in-V, Second Person POV, No Y/N Rating: Explicit; 18+ (minors DNI)

“Are you awake, dove?” 

Loki settled next to you, the mattress dipping under his weight as a shiver ran down your spine – was it because of the cool touch of his fingers caressing your back or the low, rumbling timbre of his voice? Perhaps both. 

You had been on the cusp of sleep, lingering somewhere between reality and a dreamworld – not quite exhausted from the evening’s grueling mission but tired enough after a celebratory shower with the insatiable god that you’d subsequently crawled into bed while Loki had retired to the corner of the room to finish his debrief report for Rogers. 

Well, that didn’t take long, you thought as the last vestiges of sleep dissipated into darkness, the intoxicating scent of damp earth and mint enveloping your senses as Loki gracefully sidled closer, pressing his body flush against yours. 

Humming in response, you turned to face him, tangling yourself in the crisp cotton sheets and smiling as the mere thought of his intentions sent ripples of tingling warmth through your body. After a few slow blinks, Loki’s features began to sharpen, and you gazed at his sombre face, ethereally lit by the streaks of moonlight creeping in through your bedroom window. 

“Loki, what–” you began, frantically searching his eyes for a clue of what might be troubling him as your heart skipped a beat. And then another. 

“There’s something I need to talk to you about,” Loki said, his words slow and deliberate as his eyes raked across your body. Your mind raced with possibilities: Had he uncovered something in his post-mission assessment? What if he’d intercepted another cryptic message from Heimdall? It couldn’t be– 

“What is it?” You swallowed thickly, panic rising in your chest as Loki stroked your skin with his nimble fingers, deftly grazing your exposed nipple with the calloused pad of his thumb as he took a deep breath. He must have finally noticed the worry etched on your face because he huffed out a low laugh as he ran his fingers soothingly through your hair. 

“Oh, darling,” he murmured, pressing a tender kiss to your temple as one large hand cupped your face, his thumb now tracing along your cheekbone. “It’s nothing serious. I didn’t mean to cause you distress.” 

A wave of relief washed over you, your tensed muscles relaxing into his embrace as your heartbeat slowly returned to a steady rhythm. “Gods above, Loki,” you quipped, playfully nipping at his wrist. “Must you always be so dramatic?” 

“Dramatic? Me? Impossible,” he responded, feigning offense as he rolled on top of you, caging you between his arms. You giggled beneath him as he ran the cool tip of his regal nose along the column of your neck before lightly peppering kisses along your jaw.

Your hands lingered on his chest before finding their way into his mess of soft black curls, still slightly damp from your earlier shower. For a brief moment, you wondered why he hadn’t used his seidr to dry himself as he was wont to do, but then Loki’s mouth was on yours, his tongue languidly swiping at your lips – your curiosity replaced with unadulterated lust. You tugged at his hair, pulling him closer as you deepened the kiss, reveling in the way his eyes went half-lidded even as desire flickered to life in them. 

After a few moments, Loki pulled away, and the yearning in his darkened eyes, combined with the sensation of his hot breath fanning across your face, filled you with the overwhelming urge to give yourself to him. Completely. 

“Loki…” you spoke his name like a sacred incantation.

He was so stunningly beautiful that sometimes you couldn’t believe he was actually real – actually yours – to care for, to worship, to adore. Biting your lip, you ran your hands under the lapels of Loki’s robe, pushing it off his body and lightly scratching your nails down his back as he rid himself of the garment. 

You observed the subtle way his muscles flexed under alabaster skin, highlighted by the moonglow cast across your bed, and how the rise and fall of his chest mimicked your own unsteady breaths. Positively sinful, you thought as your fingertips explored every dip and curve along the wide expanse of his shoulders. 

“Ah,” he tutted when you tried to recapture his lips, withdrawing from your advances and placing his palm firmly against your clavicle. “This–” he paused, trailing his forefinger between the valley of your breasts “–is exactly what I wanted to discuss.”

“Mm. Not in the mood for your games tonight, Loki,” you replied, hands skimming along his toned abs as you opened your hips, inviting him to settle between your thighs. You were already incredibly aroused, and you smirked in satisfaction as your fingertips finally made contact with his semi-erect cock. “Just need you.”

“And what about my needs, love?” he replied, pulling the sheets off your body before snatching your wandering hands and pinning them above your head. “Perhaps it is time for you to be the gamemaster, hmm?”

The hell? A snort escaped you, and the exasperated look on Loki’s face only propelled your fit of laughter. 

“Game- gamemaster?” you chuckled, attempting to squirm out of his grasp. “You’ve been spending too much time around Scott and the rest of those dungeon nerds.” 

Loki’s eyes narrowed, his grip on your wrists tightening as he leaned over you, raven hair falling in a curtain around your face. 

“You’re missing the point, silly little bird,” he rasped, sensually rolling his hips and causing your giggles to turn into gasps.

Your breath caught in the back of your throat as you stared up at Loki wide-eyed. His brows were drawn together in concentration, his lower lip pulled between his teeth as he teased you with each carefully calculated thrust. You choked out a sob as the head of his cock rubbed against your swollen clit, sending a flood of warmth through your writhing body and igniting every nerve ending like a thousand fireworks bursting in the night sky. 

Loki clenched his jaw, the muscle underneath his chiseled cheekbone twitching in that tell-tale way, letting you know he was fighting back the primal urge to fuck you senseless. 

“Ah. J- just tell me what you want, Loki,” you stammered, bucking your hips and chasing the sweet friction as your frazzled mind reeled with salacious possibility.

Gasping, you dug your nails into your palms as Loki continued slowly grinding his hips into yours, sending jolt after jolt of adrenaline through you. The need to be consumed by him was overwhelming, and if you just angled your hips a bit more…

“I want all of you,” he confessed breathlessly as his body moved in fervent rhythm against yours. 

Fuck. That silver tongue never did fail him. 

“But not yet.” Loki hummed, a satisfied smile creeping onto his face as he lifted off your body, finally releasing your wrists. You whined at the sudden loss of contact, but Loki’s hands never wavered as he cupped your face in his palms, your mouths melding together as he voraciously kissed you.

You were panting now, and the sight of him hovering above you, flushed and aroused, took all your willpower not to throw him onto his back and ride him until you were both begging for release.

“Loki, please. I need you,” you said softly, your unhindered hands descending the planes of his back until your fingers found solace in the firm swell of his ass. 

“Temptress,” he chuckled, deftly tracing along your collarbone to your shoulders and down along the curve of your breast. 

“You give yourself to me so freely.” Loki’s words were muffled as he nuzzled your neck, undoubtedly feeling your erratic pulse pounding against his cheek. “Every part of you.” 

It wasn’t a question, and yet you felt compelled to answer.

“I- I do,” you stammered, tucking a stray curl behind his ear and watching with a mixture of apprehension and wonder as he slowly rolled off you. 

Where exactly was he going with this? Propping yourself up on your elbow, you marveled at the confounding god beside you. His brow was creased, the expression on his face equal parts adoring and ravenous. You gulped, sensing a shift in the air. 

“And deny me nothing, correct?” 

You nodded slowly, your mouth suddenly dry. The playful banter was gone, replaced by a raw intensity that made your skin tingle, your cunt clenching with need.   

“Yes, I mean… I would never deny you anything, Loki,” you whispered, your gaze locking onto his as anticipation coiled in your belly like a serpent, ready to strike. His eyes were wide with earnest longing, conveying a vulnerability he only dared share with you. 

“But that is my request, love. I want you to.”

“To deny you?” you asked, unable to hide the uncertainty in your voice.

He nodded, lips quirking into that damned mischievous grin as he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“Yes. Tease me, make me beg for you.” Each syllable was deliberately enunciated, fervency pouring from his lips like honey from the comb. His hands traveled down your body, his fingers dancing across the curves of your hips. “I am yours to command. My body, my heart, my mind.”

Your heart rate skyrocketed at his words, and you hesitated momentarily. You rarely took control in the bedroom, but Loki’s request made your inner goddess roar to life as you realized you possessed a piece of him that no one else ever had. Slowly, you trailed your fingertips along his torso, stopping just above his midriff. You leaned in close, your lips almost touching his.

“Are you sure?” Your voice was reverent, barely more than a breath. Loki responded with a low growl that rumbled through his chest, spreading warmth through your core like molten lava, each searing ember threatening to consume every inch of you.

“I’m positive, pet,” he said, his green eyes smoldering as he gripped your hips and pulled you closer to him. “I want to be at your mercy,” he continued, his voice low, pleading.

His words lit a fire within you, your own arousal building with each passing moment. Your fingers dipped lower, teasing the sensitive skin just below his navel, delighting in the way his eyelashes fanned across his cheekbones as he sharply inhaled. 

“At my mercy, hmm?” you purred, fisting your other hand in his hair and tugging roughly, your shift into dominance making him gasp as you placed wet, hot kisses along Loki’s collarbone.

“Norns, yes,” he moaned as you released his hair and slid your hand down his chest, feeling the rippling muscles quiver beneath your touch. You hummed, tracing the lines of his abs and marveling at the perfection of his body, before wrapping your fingers loosely around his thick cock. Loki’s eyes closed and a whimper fell from his lips as you teasingly stroked him, sliding his foreskin back with a gentle tug and running your thumb over the slit of his cock, gathering his pre-cum on your fingertips.

“Fu- f-faen,” he hissed as you tightened your grip, increasing the pressure with each pass. He pushed against you, frantic for more, his hips thrusting in time with each stroke of your hand, his breaths coming in shallow gasps. 

“That’s it, my love,” you cooed quietly in his ear, relishing the heady sensation of having such absolute power over him. You watched in quiet fascination as Loki’s body responded to your every touch, his mouth opening in a silent cry, his hands gripping sheets. Suddenly, Loki tensed, his eyes fluttering open as he stared at you, his face twisted in a mix of gratification and agony.

“Wait… wait,” he pleaded, his voice strained as he grabbed your wrist, making you immediately pause your movements. You gently removed your fingers from around Loki’s throbbing cock as he let out an unsteady breath. A single tear ran down his cheek, and your stomach lurched as anxiety coursed through your body, your mind racing. 

Had you fucked this up somehow?

His grip on your wrist loosened, his hands falling heavily at his sides, his eyes gentle and understanding as he looked at you.

“You didn’t do anything wrong,” he said as if reading your mind. Relief flooded you as you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding, running your hand over his chest and feeling his heartbeat thud beneath your palm. He tilted his chin up, the veins in his neck bulging beneath smooth skin. 

“But this– fuck, darling– this doesn’t work if you give in to me so easily,” he rasped, gently bucking his hips in the air while casting you a fervid glance. You could see the hunger in his eyes, feel the tension radiating off his body. It was as if the air was vibrating with electric energy, the pure erotic tension building with each passing moment.

A tingle shot up your spine as you realized how much he needed this — this denial. 

“Oh, love,” you said softly as you straddled his waist. “You want to take things slow?”    

“Y-yes,” he whispered roughly, his hands clenching into fists as you ran a finger down his stomach, the taut muscles flexing under your touch.

“As you wish, my prince.”

Your hands roamed over every inch of Loki’s body spread wantonly beneath you, his cool skin shivering beneath the heat of your touch. Your fingers mapped the sculpted lines of every muscle and tendon – along his tensing biceps, across his smooth chest, and down the hard plane of his abdomen. A deep ache pulsed in your core as your hardened nipples grazed against his own as you leaned over him, a soft moan escaping him as he trembled in response. 

Smirking, you nibbled and sucked along his neck, delighting in how easily his pale skin flushed and bruised. It took every ounce of self-control not to shift your hips back and mount him as you continued your tantalizing torture. Your cunt throbbed as he whimpered beneath you, the thought of riding him into oblivion causing slick arousal to pool between your thighs as your ass rocked against his cock. 

“I adore how– how easily I can persuade you, my stubborn little thing,” he managed to choke out between strangled sobs of ecstasy.

“I would do anything for you, Loki,” you said, staring down at the god beneath you. His eyes were glazed over, pupils blown wide with unabated lust. God, he was gorgeous like this: raven curls fanning across the pillow, chin tilted towards the heavens, the muscles of his strong jaw straining, nostrils flaring as his chiseled chest heaved with each ragged breath.

The raw need pulsing through him was palpable. You leaned down, lips brushing against his jawline. “So teach me. Tell me what to do.” 

You nipped at his earlobe but pulled away as the familiar flash of his seidr filled the space between you, leaving a pair of cuffs in its wake. You looked at him wide-eyed, your heart hammering in your chest. 

“Restrain me,” Loki commanded, the sudden majestic gravitas in his voice shocking you. 

“I don’t–” you began, furrowing your brow as your fingers caressed the leather bindings. A sly grin spread across his face as he observed your hesitation, and his wicked tongue darted out to wet his lips as he reveled in the way you squirmed under his gaze. You would do anything for this man, this god. And he knew it.  

He’s enjoying this, you thought. All of it. 

“Come on, don’t get shy now, pet,” he purred, his voice dripping with charm. “You know you want to.”

You rolled your eyes, but the corners of your mouth curled up in amusement. “You’re insufferable, you know that, right?” you sighed, your fingers still tracing the intricate patterns embossed on the cuffs. He chuckled in response, his deep laughter rumbling through his chest and making his entire body vibrate with amusement. It was one of your favorite sounds, filled with a melodic mischievousness that always made your heart race.

As you crawled off of him, your eyes lingered on his flushed cock resting against his stomach. You let go of the restraints, the leather slipping from your hands as you trailed them down his body instead. Loki watched you with rapt attention, his eyes burning with a fiery fervor that only made you more determined to tease him. 

Two could certainly play this game. 

You leaned in closer, fingertips hovering just above his cock before settling on his hip bones instead. 

“You’re aching to be touched, aren’t you?” you drawled, a sly smirk playing at the corners of your lips as you watched his cock twitch at your words.

“Darling,” he growled, a hint of warning in his voice as he bucked up in search of your hand. You merely chuckled, your fingers moving lower until they skimmed over the base of his cock. Loki shuddered at the contact, his knuckles turning white as he fisted the sheets in blissful agony.

“And so sensitive,” you teased, wrapping your fingers around his hot, pulsing cock, eliciting a loud cry from his lips. You savored the way his body arched and trembled beneath your touch. He was desperate, moaning like a whore as you taunted him with slow, gentle strokes. 

“I am yours to command. My body, my heart, my mind.”

Loki’s words echoed in your mind, and you knew that you shouldn’t give in just yet. That, whatever his reason for asking you for this tonight, he needed you to make it last just a bit longer. 

You pulled away, leaving a frustrated Loki in your wake. His chest heaved, his expression settling somewhere between anguish and amazement.

“You’re a tease,” he hissed through clenched teeth, a thin sheen of sweat forming on his brow.

“And you asked for it,” you reminded him, a smug smile tugging at the corners of your mouth as you leaned in and pressed your lips against his. Loki snarled in response, pulling your bottom lip between his teeth as his hands gripped your ass, tugging you back on top of him. 

“Ah, ah,” you remarked, grabbing his wrists and pulling them away from your body. “We need to do something about those wandering hands of yours, love.”

It didn’t take long to get Loki into position, but even when restrained, he remained unwaveringly regal. But really, what else did you expect?  

He elegantly leaned back against the pillows, his arms stretched out, the sinewy muscles of his forearms rippling as you cuffed him to the bed posts. 

“Is that tight enough?” you asked, fingers deftly threading the straps around his left wrist. 

Loki arched a brow, the corner of his mouth curling into a flirtatious smirk as he watched you settle between his open thighs.

“Perfect,” he remarked, his eyes locked onto yours, his tendons flexing against the soft leather restraints as he tested the bindings. “Now, tell me. What’s next–”

He groaned as you licked a stripe along the underside of his cock, your tongue exploring each ridge and vein with agonizing precision before you wrapped your lips around the tip, lazily bobbing your head up and down. Loki tasted of musky sweetness, a sacred ambiance you had only ever encountered in the pages of stories filling your senses. 

You heard the headboard creak, your eyes snapping open to witness Loki, his chest flushed pink and head tossed back, the sharp edge of his jaw accentuated in the dim light from the bedside lamp as the guttural noises from his throat echoed around your room in a shameless symphony. 

His hips rose eagerly to meet your every movement as you lost yourself in the moment. Your tongue rapturously worked its magic as saliva dripped from the corners of your mouth and his sounds of pleasure intensified, a wild urgency taking over as your ministrations continued.

Just as his entire body began to judder, you released him with a wet pop, the rhythmic vibrations of your phone rattling across the nightstand commanding your attention. 

“I should probably take that,” you said breathlessly, wiping the back of your hand across your mouth. 

“Now, hang on just a minute,” Loki pleaded, the muscles in his arms and chest coiling tightly as he pulled against his restraints, a desperate attempt to hold onto the moment before it was taken away. It only made you want to deny him more.

“Pepper! How’s Mabilu?” you chirped, ignoring the utter disbelief on Loki’s face as you sat on the edge of the bed. 

“Oh, no. You’re not interrupting anything. What’s up?” you said as you reached behind you, fingers gliding up Loki’s inner thigh. Your warm hand found his cock, and you unhurriedly stroked him for a few seconds before standing and stepping away from the bed. Hesitantly, you glanced back at Loki, hearing him exhale. Surprise flickered over his features, but in a blink it was gone as a frustrated scowl darkened his perfect face.

“Mm. Remind me, who’s going to be at this one?” you asked, settling into one of the wingback chairs in the corner of your room, half-listening to Pepper drone on about the upcoming fundraising gala as Loki shifted on the bed behind you. 

You peered over your shoulder. He was watching you, eyes dark and hooded, and you could see the desire burning hot in them. Leaning back, you trailed your fingernails across the armrest of the chair as you studied the intricate carvings on Loki’s wardrobe — trying to focus on anything but the sound of him testing the restraints, grunting as he pulled hard enough to make the headboard rattle against the wall. 

“Uh-huh. Yeah, sounds like a good time,” you muttered, your voice betraying your lack of interest in the conversation. 

Every few minutes, you’d hear Loki release an exaggerated sigh as Pepper’s voice spilled from the speaker, her words losing all meaning. You could feel his eyes boring into you from across the room, the rustle of him continually straining against the binds giving your accelerating heartbeat little reprieve.

It’s just another one of his tricks, you reminded yourself. Just part of the game. Because you knew that, if he wanted to, he could break free and be on you in less than two seconds. Claiming you against his ancient armoire, making you come on his cock over and—

Enough.  

As tempted as you were to surrender and fuck him until you were both screaming to the heavens in synchronous rapture, you wouldn’t give in. Not yet, at least. 

Because right now, he was completely at your mercy.

You squirmed in the chair, clenching your thighs together in a futile attempt to lessen your own insatiable need. Finally, after what felt like an eternity — but in reality, you noted as you glanced at the clock on your nightstand, was only fifteen minutes — you said your goodbyes. 

As soon as you ended the call, Loki’s voice rumbled through the darkened bedroom.

“That wasn’t very nice, pet.”

God, you were in for it later. But right now? Right now you craved the slow burn, relishing the newfound sense of control coursing through your veins that threatened to consume you. 

“You’ve been so good for me, Loki,” you said, padding across the hardwood floor. “But I would choose my next words wisely if I were you.” 

Whatever cheeky retort he had planned died on his tongue, his mouth snapping shut. Loki’s breath hitched in anticipation as you closed the distance between you with purpose, feeling a thrill at the fervid need radiating off him as he looked at you with wild eyes. 

You carefully climbed onto the bed, straddling one of his firm thighs and planting your palms flat against his chest. His muscles tensed beneath your cautious touch, his breath coming in shallow pants. Loki was completely helpless under your spell, every muscle straining with effort as he fought against the same impulse as you.

His leg jerked beneath you as you lazily drew circles around his navel with your forefinger, and when you dragged your nails through the path of fine, dark hair trailing down to his cock, he let out a ragged whimper. 

You explored every inch of his exposed skin with your mouth, smiling against his cool, pebbled flesh as you traced a slow path up his inner thigh with your warm tongue, teasing him with the promise of what was to come. His breath caught in his throat as you nipped at his sensitive flesh, your fingertips sinking into his hips as you marked his flawless skin with love bites. 

“Darling, please,” Loki begged as you flicked your tongue over his balls, your breath ghosting over where he wanted to be touched most. 

You glanced up at the god, his brows knitting together, mouth hanging agape as that wicked tongue darted out to wet his lips. You finally moved to reward him for his patience, laving attention upon the sensitive head of his aching cock. His body arched off the bed, pleading with you to give him what he craved as you explored every ridge and crevice with your tongue. 

Loki cried out, his body shuddering as his cock hit the back of your throat, your tongue worshipping every inch of his salty-sweet skin with a delicate respect that made him tremble beneath you. Time seemed to stand still, his breath coming in shallow gasps as his hips continuously rocked into your face. The obscene noises tumbling from his lips had your cunt clenching around nothing, and your hand intuitively found its way between your legs. You slowly rolled your clit between your fingers, rocking against Loki’s thigh as you chased your own pleasure. Hollowing your cheeks and flattening your tongue, you quickened your movements, licking and sucking as you drove both of you nearer and nearer to the edge.

“Oh my fuck,” you groaned, pulling your hand away from your cunt as your thighs began to shake under your own touch. You couldn’t come now, not like this.

“F-faen,” Loki rasped, arching his back. “I need to taste you. Let me taste you.”

“Do you think you deserve it?” you asked, gathering your slick essence on your fingertips and pressing them to Loki’s lips before he could respond — allowing him only the briefest taste before pulling your hand away. The strangled whimper that tumbled from his throat pushed every rational thought from your mind, and only a swirl of power and lust remained. 

“Please,” he begged, his voice hoarse with need as he licked the glistening remnants of your arousal from his lips. “I want- I need to make you come.” 

How could you deny him that? You succumbed to his eager plea, moving from his thigh to straddle his face, carefully lowering your dripping cunt onto Loki’s face. A deep moan rumbled from his throat as you braced your hands on the headboard. His skilled tongue lapped at all the sensitive places you so desperately wanted him to touch, the lewd sound sending a shock wave through your entire body.

You looked down at him, drinking in the sight of his flushed face. His eyes were closed in lustful bliss as his lips instinctively wrapped around your pulsing clit.

“Yes- yes, you feel so f-fucking good, Loki,” you praised as you frantically jerked your hips, fingernails digging into the soft pine board. Loki’s tongue felt like fire against your heated skin, pushing you closer and closer to the edge. You sobbed as the tapered bridge of his nose rubbed against your clit, the sound making his eyes fly open, locking with yours. He wanted to watch you come undone. 

Loki hummed in satisfaction before sucking your clit one final time, his entire body trembling beneath you as stars exploded behind your eyelids. He expertly pulled the last bit of pleasure from your body, an intense orgasm ripping through you as you screamed his name. Loki kissed along your thigh as you came down from your high until you rolled off of him with a shaky breath. You curled into his side, your head nestling under his outstretched arm. 

“I love you.” His voice seemed to come from far away, muffled by the sound of your own heartbeat pounding in your ears.

You lifted your head, nudging his cheek with your nose as you returned the sentiment. 

“And I love you, my king.” 

You and Loki weren’t shy when it came to openly using terms of endearment around the rest of the team, ‘darlings’ and ‘my loves’ falling easily from your lips while in mixed company. But this — this was a phrase so sacred that it was reserved for his ears only. 

“My goddess. My queen.” His voice was rough — raw, even — and sent shivers across your skin. The sincere emotion in his words reignited something within you, setting your body aflame. You gracefully mounted him, groaning in sensuous unison as his cock finally made contact with your overstimulated cunt, his hard length dragging along your wet slit. 

You lowered yourself onto him slowly feeling each vein and ridge of his throbbing cock as he breached your tight cunt inch by godly inch. Your mouth formed a perfect ‘o’ as you glanced down at Loki beneath you, his eyes glazed over as he watched his cock fill you to the hilt. 

The sound he made was positively sinful, and he chanted your name as you rolled your hips against his, your body adjusting to his size — the sensation of feeling so full turning you into a whimpering mess. 

Loki’s restraints melted away in a spark of glowing seidr, his hands grasping your hips, blunt nails digging into your flesh as he guided your movements. He lunged forward, unbound, digging his heels into the bed and making you yelp as your chest made contact with his.

He looked absolutely feral as you clenched tightly around him, feeling the tension from the hour of denial evaporating from his body.

You wanted him to destroy you. 

“F- fuck, Loki!” you shouted as he pulled one of your peaked nipples between his teeth, biting it ever so gently. The stimulation was too much, and you leaned back, but the new position had the blunt tip of Loki’s cock gliding against your g-spot with each gentle thrust. You clenched around him as you cried out again, a rush of electricity erupting through your bloodstream. 

Loki threw his head back against the pillow, forcing out a string of old Norse curses through gritted teeth. 

“Enough!” he grunted, flipping you onto your back, thrusting himself deeper inside of you until his hips were flush with yours. It was too much. You screamed out, gripping his shoulders tightly as he rhythmically fucked you, your body convulsing beneath him. 

Loki sucked at the tender flesh of your neck as he swirled his hips, the drag of his pelvis tugging at your clit, sending shockwaves through your entire being. You whimpered, growing dizzy as his cock swelled inside you, every ridge dragging against your walls as he filled you, no longer sure where one of you ended and the other began.

You heard him say your name, his voice barely audible against your skin as he languidly rocked into you, drawing out your pleasure as he approached his own climax. The sheer intensity of the moment began to overwhelm you as he increased his pace, and you felt yourself spiraling ever closer to the edge. Digging your fingernails into his back, you said his name with a strangled gasp – an unholy prayer to any god who would listen — as Loki’s moans reverberated across the room, growing louder until the final howling crescendo tore the heavens down around you. He shuddered in ecstasy, and the force of his orgasm wracked both your bodies. The sensation coursed through you like a live wire, setting every nerve ending ablaze. Euphoria swirled in waves around you, intensifying with each passing second, your very soul igniting with roiling flames as Loki’s fingers dug into the flesh of your hips.

Tears pricked the corners of your eyes as you came even harder than before, your walls spasming around his cock as he spent himself inside you, your cunt milking every last drop of his hot come. Your rapturous moans melded with Loki’s before your world dissolved into nothingness, aftershocks coursing through your body. 

“Loki,” you said softly, your orgasm fading as he rode through his high with shallow thrusts. The heady scent of sex filled the room as the sweat from your bodies mingled into little rivulets across your flesh. Loki’s large hands grazed your body, reverence radiating from him in a way you’d never experienced before. He pressed his forehead to yours, his breath cool against your burning skin as he whispered words of praise and peppered feather-light kisses up your neck and along your jaw.

“Are you alright?” Loki murmured after a few minutes of tranquil silence, slowly pulling out and rolling onto his side. 

“Mm, amazing,” you replied, softly kissing him before untangling yourself from the sheets. “Just going to clean up a bit.”

As you rose from the bed, the god tried to grab hold of your hand and pull you back, scrunching his nose as you shuffled out of his grasp.

“Loki!” you giggled, scooping his robe from the floor — the Asgardian silk gliding across your skin in a gentle caress, the rich aroma of sandalwood and fresh mint coating every sinew of your body in warm familiarity. A smile pulled at your lips, and you found yourself momentarily entranced by a sense of ancient veneration as you wrapped it tightly around you. Loki’s eyes ignited as he admired you in his garb, the corners of his mouth curling into a smirk. 

“What?” he replied innocently as he settled back against the pillows, folding his hands behind his head. “That was unbelievable, my love. You can’t fault me for wanting more.”

“Impressed, darling? I did have a fantastic instructor,” you replied coyly as you made your way to the en suite. Pausing in the doorway, you glanced over your shoulder at him. He looked positively fucked-out: curls plastered to his forehead, chest heaving with each ragged breath, long legs tangled in the sheets. And yet, that infuriatingly mischievous glint in his eye remained. 

Damn him. 

“Although I think I might need another lesson or two.” 

“Oh. Is that so?” Loki’s gravelly voice enveloped you, his hands back around your waist within seconds. Your heartbeat quickened as you turned in his embrace, knowing that if you dared speak your next words, sleep would not come for you tonight. 

“Because if that,” you teased, running your fingers through his smattering of chest hair still damp with sweat, “is what happens after I deny you for an hour, I can’t imagine what days would be like.” 

Loki licked his lips, darkened eyes examining you with a sense of wonder as you stepped back, letting the robe fall from your body and onto the tiled floor before you closed the bathroom door in his face.

Author’s note: Leaving this one a little open-ended in case I’m inspired to write a part two. And shout-out to @sarahscribbles + @currish-rosewolfe for all the inspiration! 😈

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Isn't Bite Also Touch?

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

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

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Chapter three

Chapter four

Chapter five

Chapter six

Chapter seven

Chapter eight

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Darling — (sick!fic) Loki taking care of you when you're sick. Really soft Loki.

My Heart — (Scream-inspired, ghostface!Loki, obsessed!Loki) Loki is your special guide to an acting play in Asgard. How will it turn out? It will certainly be a Scream!

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Loki x plus size reader x Bucky

Part 1 | Marvel Masterlist | Main Masterlist

How Bucky and Loki got a song out of her head.

Warnings: smut, rimming (f receiving), fingering, sub!reader, switch!Loki, switch!Bucky, Winterfrost, Loki and Bucky like to compete, threesome, bisexual loki and bucky, oral (m receiving), anal sex, double penetration, unprotected sex, creampie, orgasm control, after care, standing sex

WC: 2.4k

Minors DNI

Y/N couldn’t remember how she got to the room, she didn’t even know who’s room it was, a thick veil of fog settling over her mind already from Loki’s grinding and Bucky’s kisses. She desperately grabbed at them, the two men towering over her, controlling her every movement.

Bucky’s warm hand slipped up her shirt, cupping the underside of her boob, his calloused thumb flicking her hard nipple. She thanked whatever god was out there (maybe she should thank Loki 😏) that she forewent a bra that day. Loki’s own chilly palms skirting underneath her black leggings, fingers spreading out over her wide hips, squeezing her love handles tightly.

“So beautiful. Isn’t that right James.” Loki looked over her shoulder at the soldier before he shifted the collar of her shirt over so his thin lips could brush over her hot skin, leaving goosebumps in his wake. “Most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen.” Her head lolled back, lips parting, a small whimper escaping her throat.

She didn’t even notice the stretchy material of her pants being rolled down her chubby legs, too caught up in the feel of both men’s lips lathering her with progressively hotter kisses. She gasped as freezing cold fingers grazed her clit. Bucky took advantage of her open mouth to slip her his tongue, their lips locking in a hungry kiss. 

The god interrupted them only briefly to pull the shirt over her head, and as soon as the fabric was thrown on the floor, Loki licked and nipped down her back, kissing every scar, every blemish, every stretch mark. Y/N felt weak in Bucky’s hands, desperately clinging to his shirt as some kind of life-line. 

She trembled in his grasp, already tensing for the insane amount of pleasure they would give her. “Relax for us doll. We’ll give you what you need.” He nibbled her earlobe as Loki finally collapsed to his knees behind her, huge hands spreading her open. “Trust us pet. Let us give you everything.” “Yes please.” She moaned, arm moving back so she could bury her fingers in his silky raven hair, pulling his face to her rump.

A metal hand gripped her jaw tightly, forcing her to make eye contact with the former assassin. “We’re in charge here. You do what we say brat. You take what we give you.” She nodded frantically, eyes wide, pupils blown. “Good girl.” With one smooth movement, almost like they had coordinated it beforehand, Bucky hoisted a thick thigh onto his waist, his flesh fingers sliding into her dripping cunt as Loki’s tongue pushed into her asshole.

“Fuck!” Her head fell forward, teeth clamping Bucky’s shoulder almost painfully, needed to ground herself. “How’s she taste Loki?” He crooked his fingers, directly targeting the spongy spot inside her that made her see stars. The prince reluctantly pulled away (giving her ass a little nip for good measure). “Better than you, love.”

Bucky growled and sped up, eager to have you fall off the edge by his own hands instead of the god’s. “I bet she’ll make prettier moans than you.” He snapped. Y/N rolled her hips down into his fingers, desperate for her release. Loki’s tongue pushed back into her, his own long fingers shoving into her quivering cunt alongside his partner’s. 

Y/N’s mind was going blank with pleasure, this was better than she had ever felt before. Her breath came out in shallow pants as her stomach tightened. “P-please, gotta-“ “So pathetic, already cock drunk and we haven’t even fucked her yet. Maybe we should rectify that.” Y/N downright whined as they both pulled away. A sharp slap to her rear shut her up, the many rings on Loki’s fingers leaving a throbbing mark. “Quiet, stupid girl. Bring her to the bed James.”

She was easily thrown onto the huge bed, the dark maroon sheets swallowing up her trembling body. She couldn’t even think to cover herself up as the men stared down on her with wicked grins. They looked huge standing above her, their dark hair and bright eyes which had darkened considerably with lust, made a shiver run up her spine and arousal curl between her thick thighs.

A silver hand wrapped around the back of the slightly taller man’s neck, pulling him closer, their lips crashing together in a truly violent kiss. Her breath caught in her throat as Bucky’s teeth sank into his lover’s lower lip, drawing blood. Loki pulled away, using his index finger to collect the little droplets of red, his tongue darting out to lick them up.

“Naughty.” His voice was downright dangerous. With a snap of his fingers, their clothes disappeared in a green shimmer and he shoved the other man to the floor, his knees colliding almost painfully with the carpet. James mouthed down the sharp v of Loki’s stomach to his incredibly large uncut cock. He licked up his length, teasing the dark head with small licks before the god growled and thrust his entire cock down his throat.

Y/N shakily crawled up the bed, mesmerised by the sight before her. Her eyes were wide as she settled on her haunches, thighs clamped together for some kind of relief. Her blood was on fire, her ears filled with the sound of her rapidly beating heart and Bucky’s gags as he struggled to swallow Loki’s cock.

“Oh pet, are you feeling neglected.” He mocked her, turning her head so she could only see him. She mumbled a reply. “Speak up pet, I don’t like when people mumble.” She looked away shyly. “Can I suck your cock too?” He smiled widely, his white teeth glimmering in the dull light of what she now realised was Bucky’s room. “Such a good girl for asking for permission. Go ahead, help him out.” The girl slipped down beside the other man.

Loki had one hand on each of their heads, getting even harder as his two lovers kissed over his cock, their tongues messily tangling together, lips suctioned around his tip. “My beautiful darlings.” His chest heaved as two pairs of glazed over eyes stared up at him, almost gazing into his soul.

They worked in tandem, Bucky would suckle on his head while Y/N kissed and licked his shaft, their hands joined together, gently rolling his heavy balls between their fingers. “My perfect sluts.” They switched, Loki’s abs tensing as his end drew closer, beautiful moans escaping his thin lips, his perfectly styled hair falling down, luscious curls people so rarely saw framing his long chiseled face. 

Y/N’s fingernail dug into his pale thighs as she took him deeper and deeper down her throat, desperately breathing through her nose to stop herself from gagging. A chill rolled up her spine, goosebumps erupting along the path the winter soldier traced along her skin as his hand traced up her back, fingers closing tightly around the back of her head to shove her forward, her nose met the small patch of expertly groomed hair at the base of his pelvis.

“Just like that doll, choke on his cock. But don’t let him cum.” Loki opened his mouth but shut it once more as Bucky’s steel blue eyes locked on him. “You cum only after our girl.” His velvety cock twitched wildly as she swallowed around him, not relenting the furious bobbing of her head, desperately trying to make him break. The cynical Stark part of her wanted to see how the god would be punished for disobeying the soldier.

Tears flowed from her eyes as she gagged but didn’t let up. Loki’s fingers tightened around her head, thrusting his hips forward so he was fucking her mouth. Soft kisses were laid on her shoulder, a huge heat radiating from behind her, Bucky settling there, pushing his own cock into the seam of her ass, grinding gently, not chasing his pleasure, only getting some relief for his aching cock.

All of a sudden, two strong arms hooked under her plump legs and hoisted her into the air, making her squeal. “Bucky!” She leaned back into his chest as he stood. “Trust me doll.” He chuckled, giving her ear lobe a playful bite. “You want her ass or her pussy?” Her cheeks heated at the bluntness of his question. 

Without warning, Loki sunk into her, his dick immediately spearing her cervix. She knew she was going to be sore tomorrow but couldn’t bring herself to care. “What a perfect little quim, made for our cocks, made for our pleasure.” She shook in their grasp, clawing at Loki’s pale skin, legs wrapping around his waist. She barely heard the sound of a bottle of lube being opened over her own gasps, her pussy clenching hard around his cock, needing him to move.

“L-Loki. Need to move please.” Her voice was broken. “Be patient, pet.” She was about to ask why when the fat head of another cock pried her ass open, tearing her in half. Y/N felt more full than she had in her entire life, stretched beyond belief between two of the most handsome men in the world. “Fuuuuuck her ass is so tight. Just like yours.” They made out over her head, spurred on by her breathy moans and whimpers.

“Please!” She sobbed, rolling her hips, trying to suckle the men deeper, no matter that they were already fully buried inside her. James made the first move, giving a shallow thrust, his cock barely leaving her before pushing back in. “Yes!” Loki followed his lead, but shoved in harder, needing to give you more pleasure than his partner. “Jealous are we?” Bucky mocked.

“I’m only trying to give our pet the pleasure she deserves.” They pushed and pulled in sync, one thrusting in while the other pulled out so she was constantly full. Her arms reached behind her head to clutch onto Bucky’s wide shoulders as her ankles locked around Loki’s back. Her own back arched up, shoving her breasts into his chest, her nipples immediately becoming painfully hard against his cold skin. 

Bucky’s flesh hand was wrapped around her front, the tips of his calloused fingers rubbing tight circles into her clit, at the same time brushing the other man’s soaked cock as he pulled out of her. His other palm was placed firmly on her hip, squeezing the fatty flesh tightly, most definitely leaving huge bruises. “Gods, I am the luckiest man in the nine realms to have two gorgeous creatures before me, letting me use them.”

Y/N couldn’t get the words out to express how much his words meant to her so she just grabbed his face to crush their lips together, needing for him to understand how much he meant to her. Bucky followed suit as soon as she released him before turning her head to give her a quick kiss himself. Their sweaty foreheads resting together, their breaths mingling.

Loki pushed his face into her neck, arms wrapping around her thick waist. His thrusts increased in power, his pelvis slamming into hers, punching her breath from her lungs. 

Her pussy fluttered, eyes falling shut. “Gonna- f-fuck- cum. Gonna cum.” She panted, the sound of their skin slapping becoming a symphony of pleasure, her mind slowly being drained of all thoughts.

“Go ahead love, cum for us, show us how good we make you feel.” She couldn’t even identify who gave her the command, but it didn’t matter, not with the way the world exploded around her, ecstasy racing through her veins. She trembled in their grasp, barely responding to Loki as he turned her head back and kissed her, too lost in the feeling of being worshipped. 

One orgasm crashed into the next, a painful burning beginning to build in her gut but she didn’t want to stop, she never wanted it to stop. The heat from Bucky and the chill from Loki overstimulating her beyond belief, fire and ice. Both burning and freezing her.

Tears dripped down her cheeks, her eyes rolling to the back of her head. Bucky’s fingers tangled in his lover’s raven hair as his own end crashed over him. “Oh fuck!” His warmth filled her, the serum making buckets of cum warm her tummy. He remained inside her, wincing at the sensitivity of his dick but not willing to leave her yet, not after yearning for so long.

“Cum my prince,” Bucky leaned over Y/N’s limp body to whisper in his ear, “cum.” Loki let out the most pornographic whimper Y/N had ever heard, his entire body shuttering with the force of his orgasm, his freezing seed pumping into her, the mixture of their hot and cold releases triggering another, smaller orgasm from the woman.

The room was filled with the sounds of their breathing as they all came down together. Y/N winced as Bucky pulled out first, her entire body felt sore and stiff, his cum dribbled out of her, running down the back of her thigh. He kissed her cheek gently and strode into the bathroom behind them. With slow movements, Loki helped her down to her feet. Her knees buckled and she fell into his chest with a grunt.

“Oh dear pet, it seems you need some help.” He chuckled, Y/N slapped his peck but made no motion to try to get out of his arms. “Shut up.” A small kiss was placed on her temple, the both of them basking in the afterglow just for a moment. Loki scooped her into his pale arms, her head falling to his left shoulder, and followed after James, who had filled the massive bathtub with hot water.

He took Y/N from Loki and guided her in, settling in behind her once her body was fully submerged. Loki soon followed, his long legs caging in both his lovers as he sat behind Bucky. Y/N sighed, eyes shutting, a contented smile appearing on her face as Buck used a wet washcloth to wipe away all her sweat.

“What are you so happy about doll?” She cracked one eye open to glance at him before shutting it again. “I should’ve asked for a threesome sooner, that was fucking awesome.” “Oh we are far from done pet, by the end of the night, we’ll make sure there isn’t a thought left in that beautiful little brain of yours.”

Loki smirked. “We have so much to show you.” “Welp, I guess getting fucked to death is a pretty good way to go.” She giggled letting herself drift off for a brief nap in their arms before they would inevitably fuck her into the next millennium.

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Leather-Bound (4)

Relationship: Dom!Loki x Sub!Reader, Switch!Loki x Reader

Summary: You and Loki appear before the king, and Queen Frigga lets you in on a little secret. 

A/N: Sorry this took so long! There will be a part 5!

Word Count: 4.3k

Warnings: NSFW, Smut, 18+, Minors DNI!, fingering (f receiving), masturbation, pussy slapping, face slapping, choking, flogging, spanking, multiple orgasms, orgasm control, orgasm denial, squirting, degradation, name calling, restraints, blindfolds, consensual sex, pain kink, vaginal sex, dom/sub dynamics, fluff.

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PART 4

The walk to the king’s chambers was terrifying to say the least.  Your heart pounded in your chest with every step down the gilded hall, and it did not help that you could still feel the remnants of your and Loki’s wild sex dripping down your left leg.  It also did not help that said prince seemed not to have a care in the world, walking beside you as though he were taking a mere stroll in the gardens.

“Would you stop being so nonchalant?”  Startled green eyes swung to you.  “I understand you’re going to get off with a slap on the wrist but I am not so lucky. Unlike you, I am not the son of a king.  The Allfather could have my head for this—”

“Father is not going to have anyone’s head—”

“—not to mention that ghastly princess and her barbarian of a father. I heard they mount the heads of their enemies on spikes outside of their castle. Some morbid form of decoration.”  You shot Loki a disapproving glance.  “Why would your father even suggest a union between you two anyway?  That woman is a menace. Everyone in the nine realms knows it.”

“My father cares not for such tales.  As far as he is concerned, Vanaheim has a strong standing, and a union would only serve to strengthen Asgard’s.”

“Then let her marry Thor,” you snapped.  “He’s next in line, not you.”

Loki’s mouth thinned into a like for just a fraction of a second, then it smoothed into his usual façade.  “Yes, but the Vanir are also power hungry.  He’d never let that hellion of a woman and her conniving father that near to the crown.  I suppose, from a strategic standpoint, I can understand his choice.”

“And you never once considered it?” Loki paused in his tracks.  “Marrying her, that is.  For all her faults the princess does seem to like you, and it certainly would be easier than defying you father.”  Loki scoffed.

“I live to defy my father, and I am not afraid of some spoiled princess and her entitled father.”  He took your hand in his, grasping firmly.  “Come.  My father hates to be kept waiting.”

You had never been in the king’s study before.  It was a private room, reserved for the king and whoever he invited in.  Four people were there waiting for you.  Princess Linnea and her father, King Bohr, were among them.  Both shared striking similarities— all red hair and icy blue eyes, both sets of which were on you.  The princess’ slid down to your hand that was intertwined with Loki’s and her eyes narrowed.

“Do you see, father?”  She pointed at you.  “I told you.  Prince Loki intends to break our engagement and run off with this whore.”  Loki held you fast when you tried to break your hand out of his grasp.  He positioned you slightly behind him so you were half hidden from Linnea’s spiteful words.

“Forgive me, princess, but there is no engagement.  As far as I knew, there was just an offer.  An offer,” Loki stressed, “that I have declined time and time again.  My father must have thought inviting you both here would persuade me to change my mind, but as you can see, it has not.  I apologize for making you both waste the trip.”

“The trip need not yet be wasted,” King Bohr spoke, with a pointed glance in your direction.  He watched you as though you were dirt that you were used to cleaning off of the noble’s shoes.  “Odin, my friend,” he said the word like a slur, “surely you can explain to your son why this engagement needs to go through.  Vanaheim and Asgard have always been allies and there is no need to sour what has been a long standing, mutualistic relationship.”

King Odin had been silent since your arrival.  Not once did he glance at you, saving his lone eyed gaze for his adopted son instead.  Now he spoke, with that terrifying voice that could command respect from even the nastiest of enemies.

“I agree.”

“Father!”

“Silence!”  Loki’s mouth snapped shut.  “You’ve done enough.  Embarrassing the princess.  Cavorting with this maid who you’ll no doubt be bored of in a month or two.”

Loki grit his teeth.  “That’s not what’s happening here.  I care for her.”  Odin chortled.

“I’ve heard that before, and you’ve never meant it.  I cannot fathom that you might be telling the truth now.”

“Well, it is!” Loki insisted.  “It is the truth!  And even if it wasn’t, you still cannot force me to marry her.”

“Yes he can!” Linnea exploded.  “He can, and he will, and you are going to marry me!  You insolent, slutty excuse of a prince!  You should be grateful I even want you!”

King Odin blanched. “Children—”

“Grateful?”  Loki shot back.  “The only reason you are even here is because you ran off three other prospects with your horrid ways!”  Linnea gaped.  “Yes, I heard all about that.  Did you think I would not look into you?”

While their fight grew, and both patriarchs attempted to settle it, you noticed there was one person in the room who had not yet said a word; the queen.  She sat at her husband’s side with a straight face, blue eyes taking everything in in that critical way you had often seen Loki do.  When her eyes landed on you, she stood up.  All the talking ceased.

“I wish to speak with the girl,” she announced.  No one stopped her, not even when she glided over to you and placed a hand on your shoulder.  You looked up into her kind eyes and, for the first time since you entered the study, felt a sense of calm overcome you.  “Come with me, child.  Let’s leave the others to their fighting.”

ooOOoo

You had never been in the queen’s private parlour save for cleaning it.  Though you were assigned to the prince, it was not uncommon for the other maids to take each other’s shifts to allow each other some much needed time off.  You knew this place inside and out, could manouevre it with your eyes closed, yet sitting at the table while the queen asked you how you took your tea, you felt like it was unchartered territory.

“Sugar?”  Your eyes darted up to the Allmother. 

“S-sure, my Queen.  I mean, yes please.  Please, thank you.”  Queen Frigga gave you a disarming smile.

“Relax, dear child.  You’re not in trouble.”  She added a sugar cube to your tea and pushed it towards you.  “Drink.”  You did.  “Do you like it?  I have the cooks use herbs I grow in my garden.  My mother taught me how to grow them when I was a little girl.”

“It’s nice.”  You took another sip of the tea, letting the earthy taste tantalize your tongue.  “It’s wonderful, my Queen.  Thank you.”

Frigga waved a hand.  “Please.  Call me Frigga.  There’s no need for formalities. Not when you’re seeing my son.”  Her blue eyes sparked with mischief.

“Q- Frigga,” you corrected yourself, “I wish to apologize for all the trouble.  Had I known the prince was otherwise engaged, I never would have gotten involved with him.  You must know that.”

“This is not your fault.  In fact, it is I who should be apologizing to you.  My son is very bright.  Ever since he was a child, his intelligence has been a defining factor of his.  That being said, sometimes he is not as astute as he thinks he is.  Loki never should have done this.” 

Your face dropped.  “Oh.”

 “That’s not what I meant.”  Frigga put aside her tea and reached across the table for your hand.  “My son is very taken with you.  I can tell.  He may act stoic and nonchalant but he has never quite been able to fool me.  Loki likes you a lot.”  She slid her eyes down to her tea, innocence filling her tone.  “Is it safe to assume you have the same feelings for him?”

“Yes.”  The word rushed out like a long-held breath of air.  “Yes, I do.  I like the prince very much.” Frigga smiled then.  Clearly, your answer pleased her.

“Good.”

“Too bad it won’t work out.”  You hadn’t meant to say that.  The words came out before you could stop them, and you regretted it even more when you saw the look on the queen’s face.  “I-I didn’t mean to say that.”

“Yes you did.”  Frigga pushed her tea to the side.  “Tell me what you mean by that.”  Maybe it was the way she asked the question— a gentle commend rather than a request— or maybe it was all the stress and revelations of the day but soon, you found your mouth running like a fountain.

“It’s clear the king does not approve of me, and it’s clear that Loki is wanted elsewhere.  I just don’t see the sense in continuing something that will not be fruitful.  Loki is a prince of Asgard, and I am just a maid— he should marry a princess.  He should help unite the kingdoms.”

 Frigga lifted a brow. “Is that what you think?”

“I…” you faltered.  “It’s his duty, isn’t it?”

“And what about duty to the heart?”

“The heart?” 

“Yes, the heart.  Loki clearly does not care for that princess, and honestly neither do I.  She is not a good match for him.  Their marriage would be unhappy and likely to end in disaster.  Unfortunately, my husband cannot always see that.  He is so focused on the realm that he often forgets his sons are not just princes, but beings with their own feelings and nuances.”

You brought your hands together on your lap.  “So, what do I do?”

“What do you mean?”

“About this,” you gestured to the air.  “About the situation at hand.  Should I end things with Loki?”

“Do you want to end things with Loki?”

“No,” you said quickly, making Frigga smirk.  “No, I do not, but-”

“Dear, are you and Loki being safe?”  The question caught you so off guard you almost dropped your teacup.

“S-safe?”

“Yes, safe,” Frigga repeated.  “Are you taking measures to ensure there will be no child born out of wedlock?”

You shifted in your seat, remembering how Loki had finished inside of you just a few hours earlier.  “For the most part, yes.”

“Do you want children?” she asked.  “Have you ever seen yourself as a mother?”

“Oh, yes!”  You gave an enthusiastic nod.  “I’ve always wanted to be a mother someday.”

“Good.”  Frigga picked up her teacup.  She raised it to her lips and fixed you with a sly look over the brim of the cup.  “It’s wonderful that you’re both taking precautions.  A baby out of wedlock fathered by one of the princes would bring such a scandal to Asgard that no princess would ever pursue a marriage.”  She took a long sip of her tea, that knowing look still in her cerulean eyes.  “And we wouldn’t what that, would we?”

You frowned, still a little confused by her sudden change of topic, but answered nonetheless. “Of course not.”

ooOOoo

It was a week later that you realized what the queen was trying to tell you.  You were sat on Loki’s lap, chest to chest and arms up and around his neck.  He had locked them there with the silk ties, keeping his own hands free to roam your naked body as he fucked up into you in the way he knew you liked.   

“You’re so tight,” he whispered against your neck.  “So sweet for me.  Always so sweet for me.”  You moaned against his shoulder, earning a warning smack on your butt cheek.  “What do you say when someone compliments you, my little whore?”

“T-thank you,” you whimpered.  “Thank you, my prince.  I love having you in my t-tight cunt.”

“That’s a good girl.”  Your body was spent from three orgasms, and you were already approaching your fourth.  Loki, on the other hand, had only cum once in your mouth before he entered you.  Now he was steadily on his way to another, and you had no idea how long that would be.  All you knew was that his cock felt so good inside of you that you’d let him fuck you until you passed out.  Even after if he so wished.  “How are we doing, darling?”

“Good.  So good, my prince.”

“That’s what I like to hear.”  Loki fisted your hair, tugging on it so your head fell back.  You gasped when he attached his lips to your neck and began sucking with fervor.  His other hand reached down between you, rubbing your clit in precise circles that had your toes clenching and face scrunching up in pleasure.

“Loki!”  Your nails bit into your palms, wrists fighting the restraints as you felt yourself falling.  “Loki!  Loki!”  All you knew was his name.  There were a million other words in the universe but none of them came to mind.  The only thing that mattered was him, here with you, and the way your orgasm took you by surprise.  “Fuck!”

“That’s it,” Loki grunted.  A squeeze of your walls had him cumming inside you, filling you up in a way that you had long gotten used too.  “That’s it, sweet thing.  Take everything I give you.”

Your head flopped onto his shoulder while he finished, head lolling to the side in rapture.  Loki’s cock finally stopped spasming within you after a what seemed like an eternity.  He pressed a kiss to your forehead—a gesture that was now habitual— and brought a hand up to caress your naked back.  For a few moments, the world disappeared.  The world disappeared and it was just you and Loki on his comfortable desk chair, basking in the afterglow of another amazing round of sex as though you had not one care in the world.

Except you did have other things to care about, namely one in particular.

“I should get up.”  You wondered if he could hear the reluctance in your tone.  “Go take a bath and wash this,” you gestured between them, “off me.”

“Wait,” Loki gripped your upper arm.  “Stay for a minute.  I’ll come take a bath with you in a bit.”

“You can join me when you’re ready, Loki.  You know I don’t mind.”  Once more, you tried to lift yourself off his cock, and once more he held you in place.  “Loki, I have to-”

“Go wash off, yes I know.”  He leaned forward then, capturing your lips in a kiss.  It took no time at all for you to melt into it.  Such embraces between you two were now as common as breathing.  “Stay with me, darling,” he whispered between kisses.  “Just for a little while.”

“This isn’t fair,” you told him.  In response, he moved to your neck.  Your head fell back, allowing him more space to kiss and suck.  “Loki…”

“Darling,” he whined back.  “You’re so fidgety today.”

“And you’re so clingy today,” you teased back.  “Come on,” you tapped his shoulder.  “I’ll let you take a bath with me if you let me go.”

Loki snapped, “I’m not letting you go.  Would you just sit quietly and let me—” he cut off his words so harshly you swore he bit his tongue.  You almost expected blood to start leaking from his mouth.

“Let you do what?”  Loki stayed silent.  “Loki, let you do what?  You sound like you want me to sit here on your cock for the rest of the day, but you know I can’t do that. You came inside of me and since you don’t have the ingredients for that contraceptive, you know I have to wash it out.  I can’t get pregnant. You—”. You stopped, noting the guilty look on Loki’s face.  In the back of your mind, Frigga’s words from that day in the parlour floated back to you. “Loki?”

He looked away. “Yes, dear?”

“You know I can’t get pregnant, right?”  You spoke to him as though he were a frightened animal.  “Loki?”  His eyes dipped down.  “Oh Gods!  Loki!”  You flicked his shoulder.  “I knew it!  You’re trying to get me pregnant!”  He did not answer, so you climbed off of him with a huff.  “Unbelievable!” 

“You make it sound like I’m some sort of pervert.  It’s not like I was trying to trap you.  We know perfectly well pregnancy is a consequence of unprotected sex—”

“We were never having unprotected sex until you stopped being careful!”

“It’s not like you ever had that issue before!” Loki’s eyes were blazing.  “If you wanted me to stop finishing inside you all you had to do was say so!  You never once stopped me.  And don’t act like you don’t want children.  You’ve spoken to me many times about it.”

You reached for his discarded tunic and angrily threw it over your head.  “Yes, someday.  When I’m married.  I’m not going to be another maid who spreads her legs for some high born and ends up discarded with little kids to look after.  I won’t do it!”

“Who said I was going to discard you?”  Loki gestured around the room, where your belongings now joined his.  “I moved you in here with me!  I am with you against the wishes of my father because I want you.  That stupid princess and her father might be hoping I’ll change my mind but we all know I won’t.  What’s the problem?”  You threw your hands in the air.

“The problem is you’re doing it again!  You’re making decisions without including me and hoping that I’ll just go along with it.  I don’t care how smart you are!  You cannot just expect me to bend to your every whim!”

Loki scoffed.  “That’s not what I’m—”

“Yes!  Yes you are!  You did it when you neglected to tell me about the princess and you’re doing it now!  You can’t just move people around like pawns on a chest board to get what you want!  If you don’t understand that—”

“I understand that well,” he growled.  “What you don’t seem to understand is that the threat of my father forcing me to marry that princess is very real.  He can have you sent away or have me sent away until I do his bidding, and not even my mother can stop him.  This is the easiest way for us to be together.”

You stared at him in disbelief.  “You can’t possibly believe that.  Loki,”you clasped your hands together, willing him to understand, “I would love to have a child with you, but it cannot be like this.  Bringing a child into this world in a situation like this is not the answer.  It’s too much responsibility to place on a babe!  How can you not see that?  Please tell me you see that!”

Tears were falling down your face by the time you finished.  Loki, who had now fixed his pants back in place, began pacing the floor.  He looked at you, and you could read every emotion on his face.  The guilt, the disgust for himself and his actions.  The utter destruction and hopelessness he felt inside.  “Loki…”

“I don’t know what to do!” he hissed.  “I don’t have the answer to this!”

“Loki—”

“I’m sorry,” he whispered through tears.  “I’m sorry.  I didn’t know what else to do!”  It was like his legs gave out.  His knees wobbled and his body crumpled onto the floor, only just catching himself in time to land on his butt.  You walked over to him with a sigh, taking a seat on the bed rather than the carpeted floor.  He placed his head on your knee and let you run your fingers through his hair as he spoke.

“There’s a law,” he began, “old and meant to be ratified but overlooked all the same.  It states that any heir born of an heir cannot be done so out of wedlock, meaning that if you were to end up with child—”

“You would have to marry me,” you concluded.  “We could be together.”  And now, you understood.  Frigga’s words had not been a warning, rather a sly push in the right direction.  She was giving you a way to be with her son.  “Loki, I shouldn’t have to have a child for us to be together—”

“But—”

“No.  Let me speak.”  You slid off the bed and onto his lap, letting him wrap his arms around your waist.  His green eyes were sad as they took in your face.  “I enjoy being with you.  I’ve wanted you for so long and part of me still can’t believe that we actually happened.  You’re a prince, for Valhalla’s sake!  You’re a prince and you noticed me.  You wanted me.”

Loki chuckled.  “Don’t sound so surprised.  You’re a catch, darling.  Anyone would be lucky to have you.”  He closed his eyes and placed his forehead against yours.  “I was lucky to have you.”  Loki kissed you then— soft, slow, not at all the desperate clutch you expected it to be.  When he pulled back, there was resignation in his eyes.  “This is over, isn’t it?”  You nodded.

“Yeah.”

“Hmm.”  His hand came up to cup your cheek, brushing away the wetness from your eyes.  “Can you do one thing for me?”

“Anything.” 

“Don’t leave me alone tonight.”

 That was when you broke.  You dropped your head into the crook of his neck to muffle your cries, but they filled the room anyway.  Loki was right behind you with his own display of depression; soft sniffles mingling with your loud sobs.  His arms were around you so tight you were sure they would cut off your circulation altogether.  You didn’t care, though.  You would gladly let him smother you to death if it meant the pain blossoming in your chest would stop.

“Darling?”

“Yes, Loki?”

“If it at all makes a difference, I think I lo-” You pressed a hand to his mouth.

“Don’t.”  When you were sure he would stay silent, you let your hand drop to the side.  “Just don’t.  Just… sit here and hold me.”  His chin touched your head— a sign of his nod— and you buried your face in his chest again to let the rest of the tears fall.

ooOOoo

The month following your breakup with Loki went by quicker than you expected.  Instead of lagging, the days flew by like lightning.  First a week, then two, then it had been a month since you moved out of the prince’s bedroom and back to your maid quarters.  You were lucky the king let you keep your job, and you were even luckier that none of the other maids seemed to have any animosity towards you.  As a matter of fact, they all seemed to blame Loki.

That bastard prince, they would say.  Trapping a poor young maid and tricking her like he always does.  It was an untruth, admittedly one you let run wild.  You supposed it was easier to let them hate Loki than tell the truth.  It was simpler to bask in that hate rather than explain how you fell for a prince you knew you could not have yet deluded yourself into thinking you could.

It was better, you decided, than facing the fact that you loved him.

“Hey!”  You jumped, almost dropping the fresh towels bound for the queen’s room.  She had firmly stated to all involved that upon resumption of your duties, you would now be serving her.  Though you much preferred her son, Queen Frigga was an easy woman to work for. 

“Sorry,” you told Isa, the brunette friend you had known since childhood.  You placed the queen’s towels on the table and turned to her. “I didn’t hear you.  What did you say?” 

“I’m asking if you saw this?”  There was an expensive looking envelope in her hand, and she sported a guilty look on her face.  “It fell from the bag of one of the messengers when he was leaving for town.  I saw the prince’s name so I snatched it up, and, well…”

“Well what?” you demanded.  Loki had made himself scarce since you parted ways.  Anytime you broke and asked for him, you were always told he was away on business or out with friends.  Sometimes, though, when you were roaming the castle halls alone or busy with chores, you swore you caught a whiff of him.  That mixture of sweet and savoury that would not leave your mind no matter how much you tried to forget it.  And when you would smell him, and turn your head in the direction of it, all you would see was a faint glimmer of green.

“I no longer think I should say.” Isa whispered.  “I don’t want to upset you.”

“Just show me.”  She did, and your heart sank to your feet.  “Is this…”

“Yeah,” she nodded slowly.  “They’re getting married.” 

You forced your eyes away from the gold paper, from Loki’s name entwined with Linnea’s and a declaration of their union.  “Oh,” you whispered.  “When?”

“Next week.” 

“That can’t be possible.”  You pointed to the date.  “That’s clearly next month.  Have you forgotten what day it is?”

“Have you?” Isa questioned as though you were slow.  “This date is next week.  The entire castle is in a flurry trying to get ready with such little time.”  She spotted the look of disbelief on your face and gestured to the calendar on the wall.  “Go check the date if you don’t believe me.  It’s right there.”

You did go to check the date.  Over to the wall and to the little calendar you both shared, and once again you stopped.

“That can’t be right.”  You began counting days in your mind.  “That cannot possibly be right because I- Oh!”  You whirled around to face Isa, a hand pressed to your mouth.  “Isa!”

“What?”  She reached out to grab your upper arm.  “What is it?”

 You swallowed against a dry throat and pitched your voice low so no one but her could hear.  “I haven’t bled since I left the prince!”

Part 5

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#dom loki #loki smut #loki x reader #loki x you #sub reader #switch!loki #loki x y/n #dom!loki #switch!reader #loki odinson smut #loki fanfic #lokiodinson #soft!loki #lokilaufeyson

[sal-lacious]

"i... think i wanna try."

summary: sub!reader takes the lead in this one, quite literally.

cw: leash and collar, swearing, gn!reader, switch!reader leaning sub but also liking dominance, power bottom!loki, no actual seggs just hints to dry humping with some spice i don't know how to make cws sorry adios

loki quirks an eyebrow. "try what, dear?"

"what- the thing you just said."

"what thing?"

your eye twitches. now he's just intentionally making you look dumb.

"the- the collar thing. the collar you're wearing around your neck right now, dipshit."

loki's tongue darts out to wet his lips as he smirks. "just because i'm letting you be in charge doesn't mean you can run that dirty little mouth of yours."

"you said so yourself," you groan, pulling on the leash to get him closer to your face. "i can do anything i want."

loki's eyebrows raise. now things are getting interesting.

he leans in, brushing his lips against yours, before moving away just a bit, watching as your face heats up., chuckling in mirth.

he can feel you're just as affected as he is.

"we both know you and i want the same thing," his fingers graze against your wrist, the one holding onto the lead.

you don't budge, but he can see the curious twinkle in your eyes.

"i can always take the reins for you," loki whispers. "you know that's how you like it."

you roll your eyes, wrapping your hand around the lead, heaving him closer with a harsh pull to the rope. "it's how i usually like it. but it's my birthday, after all."

"well then-" loki pulls you close by the neck, slanting his lips against yours. "-happy birthday, master."

before you can do anything else, he forces you to kiss him, tongue and all, stealing your breath as if he were taking your power back with his mouth.

before you get too lost in him, you snap out of his trance, your hand wrapping around his neck as you push him away and lean back- well, as much as you can because now he's got a tight grip on your hips, as if to say you want to take the lead so bad? do it then if you're so good. i dare you.

"stop," you pant, but there's a hint of desperation in it. "i might just tell you not to come out of spite."

loki scoffs, "that's my line."

"no, baby," you gather up as much courage as you can, leaning in close so your words hit harder. "your next line is, 'as you wish, master.'"

"i didn't think you had it in you, pet," he grins, hands gripping your waist tighter and pulling your crotch flush against his. "that's cute. let's see how long that feisty little beast in you lasts."

#dom!reader x sub!loki #dom!loki x sub!reader #loki smut #marvel smut #loki laufeyson smut #loki odinson smut #dom!loki #sub!loki #loki fanfiction #tw: dry humping #switch!loki

[supermarvel-fics]

“I didn’t know you were ticklish” (knowing full well you are) “Does it tickle when I do this?” (again, knowing it’s a ticklish spot and that teasing makes it worse)

ler!Loki (but if you can manage fit some lee!Loki in too somehow that would be amazing), ideally romantic

"I didn't know you were ticklish!" Loki gasped, feigning confusion. He kneaded gently at your sides, watching in delight as you squirmed underneath him. "Does it tickle when I do this?"

Your light and airy giggles turned into thunderous cackles when your Asgardian lover pinched at the middle of your ribcage. "Yohou knoHOW it dohohoes! LoHOKIHI!"

Loki was aware of every single ticklish spot on your body and often took advantage of it if for no other reason to see you smile and laugh. You never minded. These moments, gathered in his arms as he sought out your weak points, were your favorite.

His little teases and quips arguably made it worse better.

"What about here?" He asked, moving to a less ticklish spot to help you regain your breath a bit. He fluttered a few fingers at the waistline of your shorts and smiled down at your adorably scrunched up facial features.

"Yohou're beheing mehehean!"

"Oh, darling, I assure you..." Loki's voice suddenly turned sinister and as he shifted to turn towards your legs, you immediately gasped. "...I can be downright evil."

"NO!"

Any other protests were lost under a shrill scream once Loki latched his thumb and middle fingers onto the muscle above your knees. It was undeniably the worst spot you had. So bad, that it wasn't common for Loki to even target it unless you truly and utterly deserved it.

"NOHO! NAHAHAAAH! LOHO-KI-KIHI!"

His hands were sending fiery, ticklish shocks up your legs that travelled up your spine and settled into your neck. Your body was reaching its limit, so you did the only thing you knew that would make it stop without actually having to say stop.

You shot up into a sitting position and dug your fingers into Loki's sides. He spluttered in surprise, barking out a laugh and falling over sideways.

You sucked in a deep breath and let it out as you regained your composure.

"You little minx!"

"Yohou... you... deheserved thahat and you knohow it..." You panted, a ticklish smile still plastered on your face.

"You'll pay for that," Loki narrowed his eyes. You giggled once more at how one simple ticklish squeeze was more than enough for him to want to seek revenge.

"Lahater... later. I think you kihilled me."

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ruthless ler!loki with a pinch of lee!loki

#marvel #marvel tickle #mcu #lee!reader #ticklish!reader #ler!loki #lee!loki #switch!loki #loki tickle #loki #loki laufeyson #loki x reader #tickle prompts #sentence prompts #tickle drabble

[mobius-m-mobius]

It's a pretty cool name.

Loki + the progression of saying Mobius' name for @percheduphere

#mobius #loki #lokius #mcuedit #lokiedit #marveledit #owen wilson #tom hiddleston #tysm for the amazing request because GOD did making this hit harder than i'd even expected?? #like it's kind of a given mobius fell first #but i've been so swamped all month i basically only had time to finish maybe a gif per night #and let me tell you watching loki progressively fall harder with each and every scene was uh. an experience all right 🙃😳 #in S1 loki's so obviously trying to keep their guard up until mobius gets pruned protecting them and it's like a switch flips #the walls come down and you see the power of being believed in the pure RELIEF mobius' presence brings #how much he's valued and needed and LOVED as loki tries to hold him close only to lose him again and again #leading to desperation building until the only option left is to sacrifice everything not realizing now they're both left wanting #y'all i'll never recover 😭 #marvel #owenwilsonedit #dianagifs

[kusakichan15]

Watching from afar 😔😔😔

Inspired from this post over on Twitter 👀✨

#Kusa Art 0-0)/ #I couldn't NOT make both versions #this is like the couple that switches up their dynamic #one can also go for the other #Lokius Drop #time husbands #lokius #loki series #loki tv #loki season 2 #loki #loki odinson #loki laufeyson #loki friggason #mobius #mobius m mobius #agent mobius #tva #time variance authority

[just-consume-it]

Loki spoilers!!!

I’m in the middle of watching the second episode rn but I have to note something at 4:35

THE SAUNTER LOKI DOES TOWARDS X5 IS THE SEXIEST, SPOOKIEST, AND SLUTTIEST THING HE HAS EVER DONE

I had to go back and watch it like 8 times. My jaw was on the FLOOR.

Mobius needs to make a move fr

#loki #loki season 2 #loki spoilers #lokius #he is so hot #he is also a switch #literally drooling #mobius

[michelleleewise]

My Angel

Pairing: Avenger Loki x female reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

ooOOoo

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

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

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

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

By my side...By my side

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Do you wanna be...My angel?

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

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

Do you wanna be...My angel?

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

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

So help me

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jesus...Jesus...Jesus

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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#Spotify #loki #loki fanfiction #loki fanfic #loki imagine #loki x you #loki x y/n #loki x female reader smut #loki x f!reader #loki x reader #loki x female reader #loki smut #sub loki #switch loki #loki odinson imagine #loki odinson fanfiction #loki odinson x you #loki odinson x reader #loki odinson x y/n #loki odinson #loki odinson x female reader #loki odinson smut #loki laufeyson imagine #loki laufeyson fanfic #loki laufeyson x y/n #loki laufeyson x reader #loki laufeyson x female reader #loki laufeyson #loki laufeyson x you #loki laufeyson smut

[worstloki]

Sigyn avoiding the allegations by only referring to masc Loki as her ‘husband’ and calling fem Loki her ‘bestie’ in the most allegation-inducing tones possible while insisting she’s unmarried for the time being

#‘how are you not married??? that’s the same guy!!!!’ #Sigyn: I’m heterosexual 🗣🔥🗣🦅💥💥🦅💯🔥🗣✨💥💥🦅🚨🙌🗡✨🦅💥💥 #people like why don’t u just call him your partner or explain that he’s living life as a woman at the moment and she’s like ‘...no <3’ #Sigyn avoids misgendering this way but also avoids people being mean about the gender switch bc she insists fem Loki is not the same guy #a true ally fr #‘does your husband know you’re at the club right now??’ *sigyn looks Loki in the eyes and asks ‘what husband?’*

[loki-ioki]

Volo but he's a Silvally (tech still a Type: Null but i couldn't be bothered to draw the helmet. so he "evolved" only for this)

#Loki's art #pokemon #pla #volo #pokemon wielder volo #type: null #silvally #pokemon legends arceus #he can switch types but tends to be Dark type most of the time (to match Arceus' under crest(?) & tail color #but like i said he's ACTUALLY a Type: Null and has been for sooo long. he CANNOT create or hold bonds long enough to evolve #so he “evolves” by just over centuries of life wearing down the helmet so much it breaks but he has the collar part permanently stuck #Hard to see but he does have darker yellow crest feathers over his other eye (which is just a scar + socket) #i can't decide what his moves are yet. Maybe Multi Attack/Punishment/Last Resort/Frustration? all kinda gimmicky? #pmd au

[pyrite]

you'll be someone you wouldn't understand.

#i don't think i've posted any edits since switching blogs so alright #*mine #*marvel #loki laufeyson #marvel #loki 616 #a softer marvel #a softer world edit #comicedit #loki

[sylvies-kablooie]

”what if sylki isn’t endgame” rest assured i will not go anywhere. i will blog regardless. i Will continue to make playlists and write analysis and maybe even fanfiction. canon has no effect on me. you cannot get rid of me that easily. if only it were that easy.

#as always you can ship whatever on this blog but u know where I stand on this matter #i was in the clintasha trenches in 2016 you literally cannot defeat me #as if something as simple as canon could flick off the switch of what my brain needs to think about!!! #I understand the sadness people feel over things not going the way they want and I feel it too #You just personally cannot get me to stop analyzing every inch of subtext #If i had ae i would make edits. You want edits? Find me ae!! And you can have them. #loki #loki series #loki tv show #Sylki #pro sylki #loki x sylvie #sylkie

[songsofnoble]

i've seen ep 3 of loki, now to move onto ofmd to catch up w yesterdays eps!

#loki #ofmd #npmd #i need to like...switch my nerdy prudes brain off for a bit lol #she's doing too much

[malevolencc]

so I made a lokius playlist if anyone is interested 🫶

#literally spent all day perfecting this #so please listen in order LOL #also dont be surprised if i end up adding or deleting songs (or switching up the order) #i am above all a perfectionist #put i still wanted to put this out there bc im actually very proud of it #loki #loki series #lokius #mobius #also the perspective change a lot #Spotify #mal talks