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lady-rose-moon · 2 years

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Just being with you... || Loki || Kinktober 2022 || 18+ ||

Part of my Kinktober Masterlist that you can find ~here~

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Summary: after sneaking away from a party, you decide that the best way to celebrate is with your lover...

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, thigh riding

Ever since Loki moved into Avengers tower, you had been overjoyed. Having abandoned Asgard back when he fell from the Bifrost and his subsequent return a year later driving you to Midgard, you were thrilled when the year after, King Odin announced that Loki would be permitted to serve his punishment with the Avengers.

Now, Loki was known as an Avenger! He had his own action figure, child versions of his costume and horns were all the rage, and he was demanded an interview by every radio/television/podcast company there was! The Avengers had accepted your move into the Tower because they knew, as Loki’s wife, you would be able to handle the God.

Avengers Tower was lively, many heroes going on missions and parties raging into the night for their victories. Loki barely joined the festivities but you knew it was his insecurities that led him to cowering away in his chambers for fear that it would bother everyone that he was in attendance.

Tonight was no different. You escaped the joyous party with a box full of treats and your hair falling from the intricate style that Natasha and Wanda had helped you put it in but you hardly cared as you took the elevator to Thor and Loki’s floor. You swiped your card to Loki’s door and stepped inside to see the lights off and you released a heavy sigh and set the snacks down on the table closest to you before heading to his office where you knew he would be.

You slowly pushed the door open and smiled when you saw your husband at his desk, his eyes locked to the screen with his green seiðr helping him write notes for his reports. Smiling, you walked further into the room and stood beside his desk, gazing at the computer screen with interest and you cooed, “you’re studying me?”

“You are my strongest Avenger, dear,” Loki returned with a smile, looking away from his computer screen to meet your eyes. “You didn’t need to leave the celebrations for me,” your husband whispered, leaning back in his chair as he smirked up at you, “I would still have been here afterwards.”

You clicked your tongue and rolled your eyes. “I had hoped that you would have been in attendance tonight, husband,” you returned, lifting the slit in your green dress just enough so that he could see that your leg held no sign of a pantie strap and his face lost its colour, “I was going to reward you.”

“Rest assured, my darling,” Loki whispered huskily, “you can still very much reward me right now with that stunning cunt. I bet she’s missed me.”

Your lips spread into a devious smirk as you approached him, your hips swaying enticingly as you kept Loki's attention. His eyes were dark with lust for you even as you mounted his powerful thigh and your hand caressed his soft check. A sharp roll of your hips caused your weeping pussy to slide against his clothed thigh, eliciting a wanton moan from your throat from the intoxicating friction between your legs. With a sharp curse, your hips continued to roll against those godly thighs and your eyes slipped closed from the unbelievable pleasure.

"Norns, pet," Loki moaned as his hands met your hips and he guided you through your pleasure," that is my good wife. You're so brilliant, kjaere, I apologise for not coming to the party if this was to be my reward."

You smirked slyly and began to quicken your pace, moaning at the wonderful feeling of your clit being stimulated by the silken fabric of his trousers. Loki moaned eagerly beneath you, relishing in the pleasure that you were taking with his thigh. He leaned his head upwards and sealed your lips in a passionate kiss. You continued to chase the electric pleasure that shot through you each time that you fucked your husband. Even now, your pleasure was building up into an intense orgasm that you knew would rock Loki's world.

You pulled away from the kiss and released a sinful moan as your orgasm ripped through you.

"Norns," Loki moaned enthusiastically and watched as you came down from your high. The God palmed his hardened length through his pants, watching with keen interest as your breathing returned to normal. "My good girl," the God praised, "do you feel better now?"

You nodded slowly and sunk against him. You were too sensitive now but your hips continued to roll lazily, trying to chase the powerful release. Loki chuckled but whispered soothingly in your ear, "sleep, my beautiful wife, you deserve some rest after such a powerful release."

Loki's gentle caresses followed you into a peaceful sleep. You always knew that you would be perfectly safe in the arms of your husband.

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lokisgoodgirl · 1 month

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Mmm perhaps we can give Loki a ride (iykwim🥵🤫🤫)

Oh, I know what you mean.🍆

Yes it's another 5 minute fic written in 5ish minutes so the quality is not...well. Enjoy! ✨

"Ride...me," Loki husks like a challenge. His throat is dry. He's been panting for the last ten minutes as he fucks into you from behind like you're a bitch in heat. And maybe you are.

He gnaws down your bicep, collapsing back onto the mattress with his impossibly long legs spread and a filthy groan on his lips. Loki's cock is flushed and angry, moist with precum and actual cum and sweat and spit and god knows what else. He slaps your ass. "Ride me."

He wants a break. He doesn't need one. But he likes to feel your breasts spill into his hands, letting those palms wander the curves of your body as you fuck him into oblivion. That's the problem with Loki. It's just so easy. He's always so easy to fuck.

You straddle him, tightening your thighs against his hips. His thick cock beats against your swollen pussy and he bucks up.

"Like a war steed," he whispers smugly, lips parted as he looks up at you with utter confidence. You comb his hair back, tugging. Loki hisses.

"A breeding stallion," you counter, seeing his eyes roll back as you tease his tip at your entrance. "So pretty," you coo, slapping his cheek gently. You lean in, lips caressing his earlobe. "So horny."

Loki whines, manhood straining between your folds, hips twitching. Like this, he'll do whatever you say.

"Ride me," he growls a final time. It's a plead, not a command.

And you do.

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wheredafandomat · 1 year

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Let it snow, let it snow, let her O

Loki x female reader

18+ | contains some Christmassy smut because it’s Christmas Eve and instead of drinking with the fam I’m here 😂😂 - I wrote one sentence, had some alcohol and this is the result 😂 it’s now Christmas

It was around two hours into the Christmas party when Loki and Thor decided it’d be a good idea to bring the Asgardian mead out for you simple midgardians to enjoy. Not only did this lead to Wanda throwing up, Tony near passing out and Natasha trying to hand wrestle Steve, it also lead to Bucky picking you up and then proceeding to bench press using you as his weight whilst you squealed in his grip, Lokis jaw clenching as he watched you both. Your dress was riding up your thigh making him regret agreeing to this ridiculous Mr and Mrs Claus ensemble you both decided on.

“I’m surprised you’re not bothered by all that.” Tony spoke, straightening himself up as he followed Lokis gaze as well as your giggling.

“Oh no, rest assured, she’ll be punished later on.” Loki began to smirk, his eye catching yours as you flashed him a toothy grin, Bucky putting you down before you made your way to Loki.

“Oh don’t wait for later on” you insisted, bending over in front of him “spank me now daddy” you finished, bent over in front of him with a clear view of your red lacy suspenders causing Loki to blush a little, trousers growing tighter as you wriggled your hips.

“Well if you won’t.” Natasha giggled, spanking you causing you to fake gasp as the room erupted into laughter.

By the time you and Loki reached home, you were practically tearing one another’s clothes off, you excited to see just what Mr Claus was hiding underneath that belt. The closer you drew to the bedroom, the more things were discarded. Odd heels, boots and Lokis ridiculous hat was left littered in the hallway before he began ripping your dress off of you, the bedroom door flung and left open as you both crashed against the bed.

Your lips found his in a needy kiss as Loki settled above you, grinding his hips into yours. You could feel his obvious bulge, his excitement for you burrowing between your legs as you bucked your hips up, desperate for some friction, anything to relieve the growing pressure. Lokis body was pressed to yours, his lips roaming your neck as your hands smoothed down his back. His kisses moved lower, between the valley of your breasts, his hand cupping one, lips wrapping around your nipple as you moaned his name. He moved to your other breast, his tongue circling your nipple as you writhed below him. Loki was in a possessive mood, sucking bruises into your skin, marking you as he continued grounding his hips int yours; it was going to be a fun night.

“Fuckk Lokii.” You moaned, your back against his chest as you sat between his legs, your own legs splayed open as he teased your clit, your earlier Christmas present from him, which he insisted you open, vibrating against you; he had a way with gifts. He had conjured a mirror in front of you both, granting you a view of your bodies, your face contorted in pleasure as he indulged you. He always told you how beautiful you were, how sexy you were when you came undone. He kissed your neck, speaking into your ear as you watched his movements with nodded eyes.

“Look at you, so close.” He uttered, nibbling on your ear lobe as your head fell back against his shoulder.

“Yess.” You panted, your arousal dripping down your thighs as you approached your orgasm.

“You look exquisite like this, letting me play with you, letting me edge you.” He began to chuckle darkly, the toy stopping just as you were about to crash into oblivion.

“Loki?” You whined, your walls pulsating around nothing as you slowly tiptoed away from your orgasm.

“What’s the problem darling?” He queried innocently, pecking your lips as you turned your head, looking up at him.

“We’ve stopped, why have we stopped?” You demanded, quickly losing your crescendo.

“Just a short intermission.” He offered flippantly.

“Intermission? Why are we having an inte—” you began, your words leaving you as Loki switched the toy back on, the gentle thrumming soothing you again, him increasing the intensity as his name fell fluidly from your lips. He looked at you in the mirror, the wet trail leaving your glistening folds as he controlled your pleasure. “Right thereeee.” You almost screamed, your clit throbbing, orgasm building before Loki removes the toy leaving you near growling as your eyes snapped open, gazes meeting in the mirror.

“What’s the matter love?” He asked, biting down his smile as you gritted your teeth, your orgasm stollen from him again before his earlier words sounded in your head; she’ll be punished later on.

“I know what you’re doing.” You spoke.

“And pray tell, what exactly is it that I’m doing?” He requested before kissing your neck again, the toy switching on, strongly this time, no build up.

“Ugh, I’m gonna-I’m gonna—” you stupidly announced before of course, Loki stopped causing you to bare your teeth, jaw clenching as you pushed out of his grip. “You’re really getting on my last nerve Loki Laufeyson.” You said angrily, knelt on the bed as you turned to face him

“Good.” He smirked.

“Good yeah?” You dared, an idea coming to you as you knelt a little closer between his legs, his length standing proudly as you lowered yourself towards it. You licked a firm stripe from base to tip before wrapping your hand around it and palming him slowly. “It’s not nice is it?” You spoke, your hand moving agonisingly slowly.

“I’m not complaining.” He shrugged coyly, enjoying the feeling as well as your ass in the mirror in front of him, he had a perfect view.

“No?” You smiled.

It took precisely two minutes for Loki to grip the sheets tightly as your name fell from his lips like a chant as he reached his climax. You continued stroking him, your tongue running over the tip of his cock as his toes curled before you released him with a pop.

“NOO” he grouched, helpless as he floated back down from his almost ecstasy.

“It’s not nice is it?” You laughed at his expression.

“That was rude, uncalled for.” He huffed causing you to shrug. “Fine, I apologise.”

“And I apologise for Bucky picking me up and holding me in his big strong arms—” you began to giggle, Lokis gaze narrowing as he laid you against the bed, his body above you.

“That’s enough.” He silenced you with a kiss. You felt his erection nudging against your thigh as you opened your legs, welcoming him between them. You raised your hips, trying to angle them to accommodate his length before he reached between you both, gripping his cock and directing it towards your entrance before plunging inside of you, both of you moaning.

Loki was pounding into you, both of you approaching your orgasms again. Your lips met occasionally, decelerations of love exchanged between your sloppy kisses as he fucked you into the mattress. Your nails dug into his back, red half moons decorating the surface as you clutched onto him, ankles connecting behind his waist.

“Yess, yes, yesss.” You moaned, Loki circling his hips down into you, lips meeting your temple before you came, walls thrumming around his cock as he ploughed you through your high. He continued thrusting in and out, his own orgasm spurred on by yours as he spiralled into nirvana, your tight walls milking him.

Once you both came down from your highs, Loki pulled out of you, laying against the bed, both of you sweaty, spent and happy as your caught your breaths back.

“Oh look it’s Christmas.” You spoke, breaking the silence as you read the time on the bedside clock.

“Oh yes.” Loki confirmed, catching a glance.

“Merry Christmas Mr Claus.” You smiled, moving to lay your head against Lokis chest.

“Merry Christmas Mrs Claus.”

I didn’t proof read this, I’m literally falling asleep it’s 04:42 in the morning 😂 hope you enjoyed! And happy Christmas 💚

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 5 years

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Coveted

Warnings: noncon sex (exhibitionism).

This is dark!Loki and explicit. 18+ only.

Summary: Thor’s betrothed awaits his return but finds her company to be less than savoury.

Thor had soon to return. You counted the seconds until he did. It was days at first, than hours, then minutes. But now he was close. Heimdall had sent word only moments before. The king was on his way back and you would soon be reunited. It had been nearly a week since his departure and would be three more before you wedding. If he were near, it would not be long at all. How long had you waited for him? A lifetime. The two of you oblivious to the love right in front of you. A love unchanged despite all that time had taken from you.

Yet time promised a bright future. The people of Asgard adored their king and you only wanted to aid in serving them as diligently. He had vowed to learn from the mistakes of his father and to prosper in peace not war. He was the jewel in the crown. A sparkling beacon and you could only hope to help him sit the throne. That was what made you most nervous. Disappointing the people. Disappointing him.

You stood on the balcony and daydreamed of his return until he would truly come before you. You could see him there now. Down in the courtyard, his blue eyes shone up at you as he strode through the gates in his golden mail; crimson cape rippling from his shoulders. The same crimson you would wear on your wedding day. It was a coy surprise you had planned for him. You could hear his laughter now; see the little lines beside his eyes as they crinkled; feel his warmth around you. Yet he still did not appear.

“You’ve time yet, my lady,” The voice frightened you. You gripped the railing as you glanced over your shoulder. Loki stood casually in the open doors behind you. His footsteps whispered across the stone as he neared. “My brother is never one to hurry.”

“Oh, I know it,” You chuckled as your eyes strayed back to the distance. “The prince that time forgot.”

“Mmm, is that what they say?” He stood only a foot from you as he leaned on the railing. “He’s not a prince anymore.”

“No, he isn’t,” You agreed, “But he is still learning.”

“And you shall soon be his queen,” Loki remarked, “You must be excited.”

“Honoured,” You corrected him, at last turning to meet his gaze. He was staring at you; his green eyes unyielding. “Humbled.”

“As a girl, you must’ve dreamt of it. Marrying the golden prince. Wearing the crown of the gods.” He smirked, his tone sickly, “Never had a second thought for the younger prince, did you? The dark-haired runt who only spoke well of you; the very one who swore to his father that she was more than another lord’s daughter…”

“Loki,” You blinked in confusion. “What are you--”

“I told Thor years ago. On the very name day he came of age. I was a few years away myself; young, but not naive.” His grin faded. “I think that was the moment he decided to love you.”

“I--Loki, why are you saying this? Now, of all times?” Your voice was low; almost fearful.

“I never thought you’d love him back,” His brows arched, “His love is not fated; it is not the genuine heart-wrenching helplessness of devotion. It is the chosen affection of one who wants and takes all.”

“I love him, Loki,” You breathed. You made to turn to him but your hands caught in air. You looked down at the eerie green rings which held your wrists to the railing. “What? Loki, stop it.”

“He knew I love you. He’s known for years.”

“Why did you never tell me then?” You tugged but found no give in the restraints.

“I convinced myself you had a brain. That you would see through his farce,” He stepped closer. “I put too much faith in you. Too much energy to let you waste it all.”

“Release me,” You said staunchly. “Now, or--”

“Or?” He taunted.

“I’ll scream.” You threatened.

He chuckled and reached to trace his fingers along your cheek. You tried to pull away but were still trapped. “You will scream, I know,” He smiled again, “But only when I want you to.”

You opened your mouth but no sound rose. It was as if there was a coil wrapped around your voicebox. You tried again but still nothing more than a pathetic wheeze. You struggled against the binds at your wrists, his hand closed on your chin as he forced you to look at him. His pupils dilated as he stared down at you.

“What makes my brother more worthy than me? He is shallow, vain, obtuse. He is everything unworthy of you.” He hissed. “He has everything already. The throne, the people, the hammer...for once, I won’t let him win.”

Your lips moved soundlessly as you tried to speak again but found yourself as mute as before. You gritted your teeth in frustration and his grip tightened on your chin. He bent and his lips met yours. Softly, at first, than rougher. You pulled against the rail but only managed to push yourself deeper into his kiss. He had never used his magick on you before. In all your time knowing each other; through childhood and all, he had never gone so low.

His lips left yours and he dragged them along your cheek as he moved behind you. He let go of your chin and you were freed to look at the courtyard below. Anyone could happen by and witness his assault...but that may not be what they see. He brought his hands up and ran them over your hair as he pressed himself to you. Your hip bones were pinned to the rail as he did.

“I was too nice, wasn’t I?” His long fingers stretched around your neck. “I should’ve been crass like him. Ignored you for half my life, as he did. Ran after Sif for years while you yearned in the shadows. If that is what would grant me your heart, it’s what I would do.”

You shook your head and his fingers slid along your shoulders. You squirmed and yanked on your wrists again. He was right about Thor. He hadn’t always been doting. He had run wild and chased his whims. That didn’t lessen his current affection. It didn’t change the love you had forged in time and survival.

His hand descended down the back of your gown. His fingertips tickled you through the silk, lingered on the braided belt at your waist. Lower, again. His palms grazed over the curve of hip and ass; he cupped your cheeks through the fabric and hummed. “Thor would never love you like I do, Y/N. You must know that...no crown is worth the oblivion of such an oaf as your husband.”

You trembled, your body jolted as you continued to fight against his magick. The hem of your skirt stirred, a breeze along your legs as it was drawn higher. Ankles, knee, thigh, each revealed an inch at a time. A shiver ran through you as Loki gathered the layers of silk until your most private part was bare and vulnerable. One could look up through the slats of the rail and see all of you. He could see all of you.

A shock of colour lit the sky suddenly and you stared up into the horizon. The bridge was open. Thor’s long-awaited return had come. You tugged again and again, your wrists ached as they strained against the binds. Loki held your skirts aloft with one hand as his other explored your nudity. He pinched your ass, spread his fingers along the goosebumped flesh, then dipped lower, pushed just between your legs as you squirmed.

“Are you thinking of him?” Loki asked as his fingers prodded between your thighs. He poked at your pussy even as you tried to keep your legs tight against his intrusion. “Or is this all for me?”

You hung your head in frustration, your hands balled into fists as you shook. His hand retreated and closed around your hip. He guided you back and kicked your feet apart. You made to realign yourself as you were and sharp slap stung across your ass. Your ankles were thus bound in a similar green glow; your legs open as you stood leaned against the rail. You whined, or tried to, your eyes glossy. Thor would ride through those gates and find you thus.

“What say we give my brother a warm homecoming?” Loki snarled and you listened to the brush of fabric, the flick of hide laces. You didn’t need to look to see what he was doing. You didn’t want to look.

You squeezed shut your eyes and braced yourself as he stepped closer. A prod along your ass made your flinch. He rubbed the head of his cock along your skin, a trail of precum in its stead. He tapped it at the apex of its curve and purred. The hand that held your skirts adjusted, bunched the silk tighter. He pushed on your shoulder until you were forced to bend, just slightly, just enough. Your palms flattened over the stone, fingers clawed frantically; helplessly.

He pushed his member between your cheeks. You tried to pull away and he smacked you again. Your entire body tensed as he guided himself further. He bent his knees as he lined himself up and dragged his cock along your folds. Back and forth, back and forth, until the shame pooled with your wetness. He stopped at your entrance and you lifted your head. He didn’t move as your heart stuttered; had sense returned to him? Had he changed his mind?

You peeked over your shoulder and nearly fell forward onto the rail as he shoved into you. His green eyes met yours as he plunged inside. Your mouth opened in a soundless gasp and you tore your mortified gaze from him. You clung to the rail as you fought to keep yourself together. He pushed on your lower back until you were forced to arch and he sank even deeper.

You could hear voices rising from the windows below; footsteps of those in the walkways parallel to the main courtyard. Loki’s hand moved again. He covered your vee and pet the tuft of hair there. He lingered, swirled the hair around his fingers before he delved deeper. Two fingers found your bud and you twitched. You tried to keep your body still but with each slow thrust, you were on your tiptoes.

His front was flush to your back as he reached to your clit and drew circles around it. His long nose tickled your ear as he kept his pace steady; measured. He was big and your walls stretched around his length. Your thighs tensed as the sparks began to rise from his fingertips. He toyed and teased until you bit your tongue. Your breath was heavy, your body shuddered as the pleasure overtook your indignity.

You bent further, hands latched onto the rail as Loki kept flush to you. He stoked an irresistible heat and you threw your head back against his shoulder. His fingers worked until your nerves were in a flurry and your mouth fell open; you were surprised by your own voice as a long moan marked your orgasm. He chuckled as he nuzzled your neck.

“I told you, when I bid it, you will scream for me,” He growled and sank his teeth into your throat.

At that, he removed his hand from your clit and brought both to your hips. You could barely hold yourself up as he quickened his pace. He let your skirts drape around him as he fucked you. They swayed wildly as he plunged into without relent. Each thrust was deep and hard. The slapping of your flesh echoed across the courtyard. You could hear distant voices, the stir of dirt, soft footsteps. You didn’t care as you were shattered by another orgasm; this one barely escaped through gritted teeth.

Loki stood straight, the purple welt at your throat throbbed. His own grunts began to rise around you as he pounded into you. He let go of your hips and tugged at the top of your dress until the laces snapped and the bodice sagged. He tugged until it slipped past your tits and they bounced with each sharp thrust. He kneaded them and tweaked your nipples. You squeaked and he gave a low groan.

He pulled back and latched onto the back of your belt as he held you in place and hammered into you. Your moans floated on the air. You couldn’t hold back as you felt yourself ascending once more. All sense had left you. You forgot that you were on a balcony, as good as naked before the palace, or that you were being ravished by your betrothed’s brother. You didn’t hear the nearing voices or footfalls or sense the impending approach of your beloved. All you knew was that it felt so good.

“This is it, my sweet, you’re going to scream for me,” He rasped, “Aren’t you?”

You shook your head but it was more a loll as your arms trembled, threatening to collapse as you held yourself up against the railing. Your breath was ragged, painful, as the rush of ecstasy mounted.

“Say it,” He barked as the voices grew clearer then died all at once. “Say my name.”

“Loki!” You cried out as your climax struck you violently. “Oh, Loki! Yes, yes, yes! Loki!”

You tossed your head back in your rapture and shook as you felt a gush within. His thrusts grew slower until your bodies stilled. Your wrists and ankles were freed as his hand came up around your chin and pulled you flush against him; his cock still inside of you as his cum seeped out around it.

“Welcome home, brother,” Your eyes fluttered and focused. You blinked dumbly as Thor stared up in horror from the courtyard; his men in similar confusion. “We weren’t expecting you so soon.”

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propertyoftoru · 5 years

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dreams become reality

Part 2 to invading your dreams

A/N: After such a pleasant response from the first part I decided I just had to do a part 2. Let me know what you think?! Feedback is always greatly appreciated!

Word Count: 2136

Warnings: smut, voyeurism? Oral (fem recieving) i didn’t check for errors 😫

PART 1

After standing there and making a complete fool of yourself you promptly made an exit from the kitchen and back to your room. The air in the kitchen was far to thick and the temperature was seemingly rising by the second. You just needed to get out of there. You slammed your back up against your door, trying desperately to even out your breathing.

Did he know? Had he peeked into your mind and saw what dirty thoughts pranced around in your head?

Or maybe…

No.

He wouldn’t…. would he?

You began pacing your room with uncertainty flooding your veins. Is it possible that he would impose on you like that?

For the love of Fates of course he would! He’s the damned God of Mischief! Why wouldn’t he be the reason for that entirely all too vivid dream?

You felt a pang of anger stab at your chest, you felt violated. How dare he slither his way into your dreams and impose those thoughts. Not that they weren’t swimming around in your subconscious but you’d be damned if you’d let them come forward. You were a professional. Not to mention the man tried to take over your world just a few years ago… with his hand forced of course.. but nonetheless! You were not going to be subjected to those tantalizing emerald eyes, and god help you, you were absolutely not going to be lured in by his silver tongue no matter how sweet your name sounded rolling off of it.

A sharp knock on your door broke you from your thoughts, not that you didn’t already know who it was. You strode over to your door taking a moment to collect yourself, before opening it.

Loki was leaning casually against your door frame his infamous smirk plastered across his face. His smirk only widening when he saw just how flustered you were. Your cheeks were flushed from anger or from the images of your dream playing on repeat in your mind, even you weren’t sure at this point. Your pupils were blown, your iris hardly even visible. Your brows were furrowed, and a pout placed ever so adorably upon your lips.

“What do you want Loki” you grumpily asked not really wanting to engage in a conversation with the man you were sure had transgressed upon your privacy.

“I simply wanted an answer to my question petal” he mused, moving past you and striding over to your bed where he perched himself elegantly.

“What did you dream of that has left you so abashed?” His eyes were not on you but rather scanning every inch of your room, taking in every detail.

“You know exactly what I dreamt of” you tried to sound venomous but instead you sounded rather breathless and there was a twinge of neediness in your tone. You clenched your fists because you knew you were losing the battle taking place above your shoulders. Norns you just wanted to give in - swallow your last bit of pride and crawl over to him, begging him to take you. You decided against it though, not wanting to submit yourself entirely just yet.

Instead you tried to be brazen, shutting the door behind you and strutting over to him. You stood between his legs and grabbed his chin, making his eyes meet yours.

“It’s impolite to intrude on people in their most vulnerable state” That earned a hum from him.

He grabbed your wrist, removing your hand from his chin and placing it on his chest.

“I merely allowed the thoughts you were suppressing to come to the surface little dove, nothing you haven’t subconsciously thought of before.”

He paused, licking his lips before that cocksure smirk returned.

“And might I say, you certainly have quite the imagination.”

You felt the heat rise in your face and spread through your whole body. What else had he seen while prying around in your subconscious? Surely he must have skimmed over the thoughts you’ve had in the shower, when your fingers had found their way between your thighs, and whispers of his name had slipped from behind your tongue. He mustn’t have seen the countless nights you had used your toys, imagining that it was him impaling you so deliciously. The primal hunger that was very apparent on his face made you think otherwise.

You hadn’t noticed, being so transfixed in your thoughts, but he had somehow pulled you closer to him. Your body now flush against his - still standing between his legs, his chest pressed up against your stomach. His fingertips were trailing up the backs of your thighs, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

“Would you be opposed to me bringing your dream to life pet?” His fingers continued to move upwards stopping right under the curve of your bottom.

Your brain suddenly forgot how to form words, being this close to him. Feeling his fingers brush against your skin - It sent you into a lust-filled haze and any self restraint you had prior was now out the window. So you just shook your head, trying to signal to him that you would not be opposed to such a thing. But of course that was not enough for him, he needed to hear you say it. He didn’t even flinch, now waiting for a more verbal confirmation.

A few seconds passed and his eyes were peering up at you, that primal hunger still present but you also saw the patience and restraint within them. You were thankful for that, knowing that if you had said you didn’t want this that he wouldn’t force it upon you.

“I want this” was all your brain could manage but it was enough for him. He moved his hands to your hips, tugging you so you now straddled his lap. His lips quickly found yours and they moved together in seemingly perfect harmony, a needy and desperate harmony nonetheless. Your hands were tangled in the shiny black locks from your fantasy, just as soft and silky as you had imagined. Mindlessly you began to roll your hips against his and that seemed to ignite something within the mischievous god you were mounting. A deep growl came from his throat and the hold on your hips tightened, surely leaving bruises. Without breaking away from your lips he flipped you around so he was now hovering over you. He then lowered himself down and grinded himself into your throbbing core, earning a moan from both of you. You wrapped your legs around his waist, hoping to gain more friction but instead he stopped, eliciting a high pitched whine from you.

“I just want to make sure it’s very clear to you pet that you are not in charge here. You will do as I say or you will find yourself on the receiving end of a punishment. Understood?”

Your eyes nearly rolled to the back of your head from the tone he was using. You didn’t even have to think twice about wanting to submit yourself entirely to the God hovering over you. The king. His powerful aura was almost overwhelming.

“Yes my king I understand”

He must’ve liked that answer because in the blink of an eye he was tugging down your panties, and ripping your shirt off of your body. Now entirely exposed for his greedy eyes to see, and he takes in every inch. He begins to trail wet kisses down your body, between your breasts, down your stomach, across your hips, before he kisses right above where you desperately need him.

“What do you desire little dove?”

“Your mouth, my king” you pause and realize your mistake. “Please”

He hums and while his eyes are latched onto yours he swirls his tongue around your clit. Your eyes flutter close and your head falls back, it feels better than you ever could've possibly imagined. His tongue was cold, you knew of his true heritage but never even considered how that would play into things. He dragged a finger up your folds before pushing one in and curling it upwards rocking it back and forth gently. You harsh pants and moans echoed off the walls of your room along with the obscene smacking sounds coming from between your legs. His pace became relentless and his mouth was removed for only a second so he could murmur “cum for your king darling”. And that was all you needed to send you flying into oblivion. You saw white as you clenched your eyes shut, toes curling, back arching. You were shaking and whimpering and gods you looked like an absolute mess. A mess that he made and by the fates did he love it. He wasted no time after letting you ride out your high,reattaching his lips to yours.

In a shimmer of green light his clothes were no longer obscuring your view of his body. His pale skin was a vision, it appropriately seemed to be the work of gods, chiseled so delectably. His cock was large, bigger than any you have ever had, and it stood prominently just begging to be touched. You timidly move your hand forward brushing your fingertips over the head, smearing the precum around. A soft groan leaves his lips but he doesn’t move, he just lets you make yourself at home with his body. You wrap your fingers around him and softly begin to pump his length, earning a hiss from him. This time he does stop you, wanting to waste another second not being inside of you. He removes your hand from him and grasps his own length, lining it up with your soaking cunt. He locks his eyes with yours as he pushes in devastatingly slow.

It feels like all of the air in your chest is knocked out of you, in the best way possible. He continues to slide in until he reaches his hilt and then he stops, allowing you time to adjust to his girth. He is much larger than anyone you have ever been with. You walls are trembling and burning deliciously, and they’re begging for relief. You give him a small nod and he pulls out almost entirely before sliding back in, slightly quicker than before. You feel him brush against that spot and you nearly pass out from the shock of pleasure that courses through your veins. You gasp loudly before a phonographic moan flies from your lips, your nails digging into his shoulders. You wrap your legs around him and this time he lets you. He begins to move at a relentless pace and your thighs are trembling, his mouth is attached to your throat, nipping at it harshly. One of his hands slides down in between you and begins to rub harsh circles on your clit. After a few moments you feel your orgasam approach for the second time and you have tears in your eyes from how good it feels.

You’re gasping for air but you know better than to come without his permission “Please may i come my king?” You choke out.

He feels your walls flutter around him - your clit throbbing against his fingers, he notices the way your pupils are blown even more than when he arrived at your room, he rejoices at the filthy sounds coming from your lips and he feels his own orgasam approaching.

“Go ahead pet, come all over my cock. Milk me for all I’m worth.”

This time when you fly into oblivion he’s right alongside you, your walls tightening around him triggering his own blissful end. You feel his warm seed fill you up and it’s so sinful that it almost has you coming again. He collapses onto you, being sure to shift his weight in a way that wouldn’t harm you. After a moment he pulls out of you, laying beside you and you feel his seed begin to leak out of you.

His breathing begins to even out and he lays there for a moment before speaking

“I’m not one to share”

Your eyebrows furrow in confusion, you tilt your head to look at him.

“Why would you have to share me?”

“Because apparently I’m not the only one who intrudes on you in your most intimate moments.” He replies while glancing over your shoulder.

You turn over to see his tall figure leaning against the now open door, lip pulled between his teeth, obvious erection straining proudly against his pants.

His gruff voice finally spoke “you think you’re the only one she dreams about? I’ve heard her moan my name late at night when she thinks no one is listening.” He steps forward, the sun peeking through the window creating a glare off of his arm.

“I’m willing to bet she won’t mind being used by the both of us.”

A/N: part 3??? or should I leave it up to your imaginations?

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Devoted

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Prompt: Just a really body positive and saucy fic that literally no one asked for. Just felt like writing it.

A/N: I read a piece of @ohhhmyloki ‘s work a while back, and was totally inspired. I liked the little bit of body positivity, and thought we could all use more. Also, I apologize if the POV is confusing. It’s kind of second person omniscient (I know, author speak). I wanted something that still felt personal (second person, then), but allowed you to get in Loki’s head too. This fic is also THE. LONGEST. I’m done blabbering. Enjoy!

Warnings: lots of my lovely almost smut, mention of self harm, and a heck ton of self-doubt and body insecurity

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“I’m going to go hop in the shower,” you said, popping up from your spot on the bed. Loki only looked up from his book to watch you sauntering over to your bathroom door. It took every ounce of self control not to have you right then and there. He adored the way your shorts sat on your thighs, and how he could see your curves though you wore an oversized sweater. Having a nice shower seemed the perfect oppurtunity to get you naked.

He smirked that deliciously devious smirk of his.

“May I join you?”

Your cheeks flushed. Your head spun. This was partially from the hungry look he gave you- the way he watched you like a starved cat watching a sparrow. But it was also from sheer terror. You didn’t want him to see you unclothed.

It seemed trivial on the surface. You two had been naked in each other’s company many times. Except you had the comfort of the lights being off, and occasionally sheets covering you, hiding you from curious eyes. Not to mention there was too much passion to particularly see straight or contemplate anything but the pleasure. The thought of being... exposed in front of him made you nauseous.

“Darling?” You realized you were just staring at him- wide-eyed and open-mouthed. You shook head and swallowed audibly.

“Just relax, sweetheart. I’ll only be a minute.” You prayed your sweet tone and loving smile were enough to keep Loki in his place. Well, it didn’t work.

He stood up and wrapped his arms around your waist. Then he began purposefully nibbling your neck, where he knew it got you going. You held back a small moan and pushed him away before getting too caught up in the moment.

“Loki,” you tried more forcefully, “I don’t want to do this. I can’t.” Despite what many would think about him, he always respected your wishes. You knew he wouldn’t try to do anything you didn’t desire. It was one of the many reasons you loved him so dearly.

He wasn’t hurt. He wasn’t angry. He was concerned. He could tell that there was something more going on than you simply not being in the mood.

“Y/N, are you ok?”

Are you ok? For as long as you remembered, that question made you break into tears. You could be unaffected one moment, and broken down the next. You wanted to be strong for him, but as soon as Loki said those words, you could feel the familiar sting of tears.

“Please, just tell me,” he prompted. Knowing there was no way to get out of this now, you let him lead you back to the bed. You both sat there for a few minutes- you avoiding his eyes, crying a bit more, and he taking your hands in his for comfort. Finally, you drew in a sharp breath. And you told him the truth.

“I don’t want you to see me naked.” As crual as it sounds, Loki fought the urge to laugh.

“My love, I believe we’re way past that.”

“That’s not what I mean.” You struggled to find the right words, and he was patient with you. “Yeah, we’ve slept together. But you haven’t really seen me. I’m...worried you’re not going to want me anymore when you do.”

Loki didn’t respond. The silence made the rush of emotion too intense, and gave you the opportunity to carry on.

“I’m not an Asgardian goddess. I’m not even that fantastic of a Midgardian.” The word tasted funny in your mouth. “Loki, you’re perfect. You’re gorgeous. You’re meant to be with some beautiful, skinny goddess of something or other. Not me. I’m fat, I’m not at all beautiful, I’m just... nothing.” He searched your eyes frantically.

“Are you saying I shouldn’t love you because of how you think you look?” You shrugged. He grabbed your shoulders, making your eyes snap to his. He looked the way he did when he talked about his mother, or how his father wronged him, or how Thanos tortured him. He looked devastated.

“Don’t ever say that again. Ever.” His voice shook slightly, startling you. You’d only known Loki to act in such away when he truly cared about something. In a way it was comforting. In another, it terrified you.

He took your cheeks into his hands and used his thumbs to wipe away your tears. You must have looked like a mess. You knew your makeup was all down your face, and snot was beginning to dribble out of your nose. But Loki looked at with you with such admiration, it made your heart hurt.

“I love you. And that means I love all of you. You said I deserve to be with someone perfect, and I am.”

In one fluid movement, his lips were on yours. Your hands instinctively curled into his onyx locks.

After many delicate, chaste kisses, Loki tested the roiling waters. He slipped his tongue between your lips with surprising deftness. The sensation of him gliding into your open mouth, filling it nicely, caused you to grip his hair with more ferocity. You wanted him, but fear still lurked in the back of your mind.

He took his time. He wanted you to feel his deep affection for you. He worried that if he took things too hastily and passionately as he was usually inclined to, it wouldn’t have the same meaning.

Without breaking contact with you, Loki lowered you down onto the bed. Eventually he straightened and positioned himself in between your shins. His hands glided gently beneath your sweater and he raised his brows, asking for permisson. You didn’t grant it right away. You fought with yourself for several moments. What if he changed his mind about you once you were naked beneath him? Would he regret saying such sweet things to you once he saw you? How could you stand the embarrassment?

“Are you sure?” you whispered.

“Absolutely,” he breathed.

Assisting Loki in shimmying off your sweater and shorts felt like diving from a cliff. And the cold, waiting air felt like the water slamming into you, and you into it. The finality of it felt like drowning.

You watched Loki as he drank in every detail of your flesh. Almost everything was on display for his hungry gaze (you were still in your undergarments). You were unsure what to do. You were a butterfly pinned to the corkboard, or rather, as you figured, an unsightly moth.

Loki, on the other hand, was amazed. And undeniably aroused. He had never seen a creature so beautiful. And it was his duty to worship you- to hopefully make you realize how gorgeous you were.

He started where he was, and nuzzled your smooth legs. You closed your eyes in delight. Perhaps this would be worth it. He slowly worked his way upward, nuzzling and caressing as he did so.

When he arrived at your thighs, almost all restraint was thrown to the wind. The softness of them, the appealing amount of flesh to grip while ravishing you made him salivate. He so desperately wished you could see yourself as he did. Instead he could only settle for demonstrating how utterly infatuated- how utterly devoted- he was to you.

You shivered as Loki’s cool tongue dipped into and ran the length of one of your stretchmarks. Self-doubt gripped at you once again. You hated that aspect of yourself. Though he seemed to be enjoying himself, you couldn’t help the feeling he may have found them unattractive.

“Loki,” you interrupted. Unable to quite verbalize your internal struggle, you allowed him into your mind. He only responded by shaking his head and continuing his ministrations.

Loki had to have had his tongue in every single one of the marks before going all in. He sunk his teeth into your inner thigh as if sinking his teeth into the flesh of a most succulent peach. He made a small noise of pleasure in the back of his throat. Your back arched, and a hand curled back into his tosseled hair.

He continued savoring your thighs for a long while until he decided to resume his upward journey. He peppered your stomach and sides in identical bites, all the while whispering “My Queen.” You could get used to this.

After what seemed like hours, Loki’s mouth reached yours- all teeth and tongue and aching devotion. You were done for. You wanted his chilly skin against yours. You wanted him in-

Still listening to your thoughts, Loki pulled away, nodded, and tugged his shirt over his head. You reached down and helped him with the button, then the zipper, of his trousers.

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“How are you not exhausted?” You breathed. Loki had pleasured you to your limit, but he remained unaffected. A thin sheen of sweat covered his whole being. His cheeks had the tiniest tinge of pink. His eyes were still bright and his breathing even. And despite pleasuring you many times over, he still hadn’t met his own end. You were impressed, if not a little worried you weren’t pleasurable enough. You pushed the thought away, and threw and arm over your eyes.

Loki flopped down beside you, and propped himself on an elbow.

“I’m a god, remember?” You hummed in recognition. You chastised yourself for the previous thought, reminding yourself of his inhuman stamina.

Loki traced runic patterns- spells, probably- on your side. Goosebumps covered your flesh as he did so. You were utterly content for the moment. Loki had worshipped every inch of you, and you felt a certain credibility for his devotion.

“You know,” Loki broke into your thoughts, letting his lips brush over your arm as he spoke, “I have my own insecurities about my... appeal.” You chuckled and removed your arm from your face.

“Loki, come on. You could snap your fingers, and a thousand women would be ready to ride you into oblivion.” He didn’t find your comment amusing. Your face fell.

“You’re quite right, my darling. But only in this form.”

“This form?”

He raised his eyebrows.

“You don’t know?”

You turned on your side to meet him face to face.

“Know that you’re a frost giant?”

He shook his head, then shrugged.

“You know my heritage, but you don’t know... This isn’t... this isn’t my natural form. This,” he motioned to his body, “is all an illusion.”

The curiosity was killing you, but you didn’t want to frighten him. You eased into the question, prefacing it with a handful of kisses and nips at his neck. You slid on top of him and took a stab in the dark.

“Would you show me?”

“You’ll think I’m some sort of monster,” he responded. The hurt in his eyes was heart shattering. You tucked his hair behind his ear and smiled.

“Loki, I promise you. I could never think that.” He bit at the inside of his cheek hard enough to draw blood. Nothing terrified him more than this moment. And you wanted nothing but honesty between you.

After taking one deep breath, and fixing his gaze to the ceiling, his skin began to transform into a rather calming ocean blue. It spread slowly, with no deliberate path, like ink dropped into water. His eyes shifted from their usual brilliant blue to a deep red. Portions of his skin raised into simple, sweeping lines. You followed them with a finger, coming to his hands. Another set of raised lines resided on the inside of his wrist- horizontal, different from the rest.

“Oh, Loki,” you sighed. He turned away.

“See? A monster.” You took his face in your hands. Tears reflected in his eyes.

“I love you, ok? Nothing- nothing- could change that.” You leaned down and pressed a lengthy kiss against his freezing lips. He raised a brow and trailed his hands up your thighs. You giggled.

“Sorry, sweetheart. I haven’t got anything left.” In an instant, he was hovering over you, pinning you to the bed.

“We’ll see about that.”

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