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hunny-beann · 9 months

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Worship; Devastation

Loki Laufeyson x f!Reader

Synopsis: Prince Loki gets some ideas regarding worship upon witnessing his lover in the particularly ethereal lighting of his bathing quarters...

And honestly, what is worship if not laying your utterly devastating touch upon your lover just to watch them unfurl before you?

Or, alternatively:

Devotion, reverence, and veneration at the hands of a god in 3,800 words or less

Note: Welcome back to the smut fest! Similarly to my last Loki smut fic, I also wrote a great deal of this one very early in the morning, so my apologies for any errors that I didn't manage to spot and edit out. I hope you enjoy! :)

Warnings: Semi graphic NSFW, vulgarity, fingering, oral sex (f receiving)

She sat, naked as the day she she had been born, upon the edge of the royal bathing pool reserved solely for her beloved, the warm water lapping gently at her ankle as she leaned back on her forearms, right knee bent so one foot rested on the rune etched lip of the younger prince's extravagant bath.

It felt very Loki indeed, to have bathing quarters that seemed far more like a swimming pool than a tub, and she relished in the energy of the space, each detail reminding her of the man who floated gracefully in the waters just beneath her.

If her eyes were not closed at that very moment, she was certain that she would be unable to help but stare at him, not with the distracting way that his hair splayed out upon the surface of the water, or that his skin all but shone in the morning sun that doused the two of them from the skylight above.

This was not her first morning bath with him, far from it in fact, but as she basked in the sunlight, she still felt herself jump when a familiar hand wrapped around the ankle that dangled within the water, her eyes flying open to find his stunning blues already awaiting her gaze.

And oh, what a sight he made.

There he was, Prince Loki of Asgard, God of Mischief, entirely bare within the warm waters of his bath, and submerged to his upper arms, revealing his strong shoulders, angular jaw, and sharp collar bones, all of which dripped almost tantalizingly with slow moving droplets of water, which clung to his skin in a manner that nearly made her jealous of them.

He looked up at her with an earnest curiosity and something that almost bordered on vulnerability, his grip loosening but not quite fading from her ankle as his thumb began to stroke the flesh just above where the water ceased to lap at her.

Eager to find out what had caught the attention of her lover, she leaned forward, placing her hand atop his own as she tilted her head in a silent question that she soon vocalized in spite of her subtle gestures.

"Is there something wrong, dear prince?"

She asked, her voice quiet and with an almost breathless quality that only seemed fitting for such a peaceful morning.

In reply, Loki simply placed his free hand on the lip of the bath and used that as leverage to pull himself ever closer to her, his other detaching from its wrapped position around her ankle so he could move it upward, fingertips craving the feeling of more of her soft skin beneath them.

Meanwhile, she watched him with a curiosity of her own, taking in with a vast gratitude unknown to the man just beneath her the details of his person, from the freckles that dotted his cheeks and nose, to those that rested upon his shoulders, all the way up to the curve of his brow and the way that his black locks looked when slicked back from both the water and the way he had inevitably run his hands through them.

"Not quite."

Loki answered, his voice low and still slightly thickened by his semi-recently halted slumber, though those eyes of his swam with a subtle amusement that betrayed how much he and his lover's conjoined time in the bathing quarters had energized him.

"I simply desired to ensure that I wasn't still dreaming."

He continued, expression remaining slightly awe-filled as he looked up at her from the waters not far below, his once less occupied hand coming to rest upon her previously bent leg, which was now lowered alongside the other into the water as she continued to sit upon the bath's edge, his fingers kissing her damp flesh with a well known gentleness that had her sighing out softly, a small smile finding her lips.

He watched her with such fondness, such peace that not so long ago, she would have thought was entirely unknown to him, and he had believed he would never find nor understand.

How wrong they had been.

And how grateful they were for that fact now that they each knew the touch of the other, the love of them.

And as she looked into her darling prince's eyes she was reminded of that love, even as she could not help but smile at his familiar dramatics, her hand reaching down to curl some of his hair behind his ear, allowing her touch to linger briefly upon his jaw before she moved back once more.

"And why would you think yourself still slumbering, my dear?"

She wondered aloud, half anticipating a peaceful silence to follow, only to find herself pleased when Loki's all consuming voice filled the room shortly afterward.

"Have you ever seen your love illuminated by a halo of morning sunlight?"

He questioned gently, his hands still creeping ever upward, now resting upon her knees as he awaited her response with a patience that felt foreign to her when acted out by him, though she certainly did not complain.

As her reply to her prince's immensely endearing question, she hummed, watching the way that the sun cast its light upon him in an almost ethereal manner, reminding her once more of his nature.

She smiled,

"I believe that I have. Quite often, in fact."

Loki's expression of adoration continued as he watched her fondly, a slight smile finding his perfect lips, curving them upward in that manner his love adored so ceaselessly.

"I see."

He drawled slowly, fingers massaging slow circles into her lower thighs all the while,

"Then surely you can understand why I've been enraptured so."

He reasoned, placing a gentle kiss to the side of her knee as he watched for her reaction, noting the way that she shivered slightly beneath his touch, still not quite used to him, even after years of his hands lovingly caressing her skin at each and every opportunity.

He selfishly hoped, in that moment, that she might not ever come to be, just so he could continue to bear witness to the way that her body, mind, and soul reacted to his affections forevermore.

In response to Loki's gentle words and teasing ministrations, his love sighed contentedly, her flesh reacting as if chilled in spite of the warm water still lapping at her ankles.

She allowed herself a moment to bask in the closeness of him before reaching to cup his jaw again with a smile, tracing the now abandoned path of a droplet of water that had made its way from his hair down to the bridge of his nose, where it had spilled over the side and ran along his cheekbone before ultimately losing momentum and fading to nothingness in the warmth of sunlight, leaving only a faint shimmer of dampness in its wake.

She watched him for a few moments, eyes looking fearlessly and familiarly into those ever softening blues until finally, she spoke up once more, seemingly having gotten her fill of the peaceful silence.

"I suppose that I can, yes."

She replied to his previous statement, fingers moving from his cheek down to his jaw where they traced the sharpness of it gently, as if afraid it might truly cut, or perhaps as a woman in love might do to the object of her affections.

Perhaps so, indeed.

The younger prince hummed happily in response to her touch, something akin to a purr rumbling deep in his chest as he pushed as close as to her as he could manage, both hands moving to her knees in order to place the backs of them upon his muscular shoulders, thus allowing him to them wrap his arms around them from below, his long and lithe fingers finding firm purchase upon her thighs as he did so, pulling her ever closer to the edge of the bathing pool,

closer to him.

And though he was certain that she had noticed, his darling did not complain, simply watching Loki with an amused gleam in her eye as he leaned his head against her thigh, expression almost dreamy as he watched her, taking in the vision of beauty that she was, now doused fully in the morning sunlight.

"Perfection."

He murmured gently, fingers dancing upon her skin as he pressed kiss after kiss to the thigh on which his head rested. And though she felt his smile as he did so, growing almost imperceptibly with each individual graze of his lips, she did not know why until he pulled away from her ever so slightly.

"Although,"

He began to say upon doing just that, eyes finding hers once more, allowing her to see the familiar sparkle of mischief that shone there,

"I do believe this means we have a problem, darling."

His voice was all but a purr now, low and rumbling with a certain level of mock concern to it that made his dearest love flounder slightly, gaze locked with his own as if the two of them were in contest with one another for who could see into the other's soul first.

Not that she could ever stand a chance, not against him.

"You see,"

Loki continued, both sets of his fingers pressing into the supple skin of her thighs as he massaged his way upward, eyes never leaving hers all the while, her body having long since been memorized by his hands.

"Perfection is meant to be worshiped."

He murmured, moving his head slightly to press a kiss to her opposite thigh before he pinched at the former deftly, causing his lover to gasp and jump slightly beneath him, a blush growing evident upon her cheeks.

He chuckled at her reaction, humming low in his throat as he continued to press his soft lips to her flesh, allowing them to linger long enough that there was no question of what his touch was meant to convey.

Gentleness, affection, love, desire, and a constant and heady hunger, one that all but drove him to madness each time he laid eyes upon his beloved.

Her breaths shuddered in response to his persistent touch, and she allowed their locked gazes to break as she leaned her head back upon her shoulders, fingers gripping tightly to the lip of the pool as she did her best to find her voice once more, having lost it upon the very moment his lips had pressed against her, as she always did.

"Are you saying that you wish to worship me, Prince Loki?"

She breathed out after several long seconds of silence, chest heaving slightly as she finally allowed her eyes to open once more, finding his almost immediately as he smirked against her upper thigh, his hands having moved to massage the outsides of them soothingly, keeping them poised atop his shoulders so he could control just how spread they remained for him.

He shook his head in response to her words, tutting slightly before nipping where she had expected him to present her with a kiss, causing her to gasp yet again as he chuckled and lapped gently at her soft flesh with that typically oh so sharp tongue of his.

"Oh no, dear heart."

He purred, spreading her thighs even wider in order to gain a proper view of her arousal, knowing all too well the blush that was no doubt ravaging her cheeks just outside of his view in response.

He leaned in further, ignoring the urge to lay his gaze upon her disastrously beautiful face as he pressed a gentle kiss to her bare heat, smirking to himself as he felt her begin to tremble impatiently as he did so.

He had spoiled her throughout the years, after all, never one to make her wait when she made her desire for him so plainly known. And he was truly quite proud of what a mess he had made of her once so vast patience, because what else did that show if not how wonderfully he'd treated her? How high he'd set her standards simply by virtue of ravaging her at nearly every available opportunity?

She was all but ruined for anyone else, that was for certain.

And if the prince had his way (as he so frequently did), that would never even come close to changing.

He laughed softly against her as he continued, his tongue moving up and down the outsides of her folds as he teased her relentlessly, always so eager to see her squirm at least a little before he gave her what she wanted.

He was not, after all, known for being the kindest nor the most merciful god,

And he could never quite resist the urge to remind his lover of that fact, even if just for a moment or two.

And that he did, ignoring her increasing number of quiet pleas as he pressed onward, spreading her wider before him as he separated her glistening folds to find the treasure that lied just within, which he teased without mercy until her legs shook upon his shoulders and her hands started to scramble for purchase atop the marble adorned floors of his bathing quarters.

Then, and only then, as she so plainly became a quivering mess before him, did he finally meet her gaze once more, relishing the look of her glazed over eyes, heaving chest, and slightly parted lips with a truly immense sense of pride.

The vision of her like this all for him was always so very worth the wait, and he thanked the stars that he had been blessed with enough patience to manage it (at least on occasion).

And then finally, as he saw her eyes begin to focus and felt her body relax ever so slightly beneath the coaxing of his still massaging hands, he spoke up again, answering his darling's long since abandoned question with a taunting amount of ease.

"I do not wish to worship you,"

He began, grinning wolfishly up at her as he pinched at those supple thighs once more, dragging his fingers achingly close to where she no doubt desired them without ever even considering the idea of going easy on her just yet.

No, not when he still had so much left to say.

He let a heavy silence fill the bathing quarters for a moment, broken up only by the sounds of his love's breathing and the dripping of water from behind him, always present and typically soothing in the normal circumstances of his morning bath.

Though today, he paid them no mind,

He had no need to be calmed, after all.

And then finally, just as his dearest love started to bite her lip in an effort to keep from pleading with her prince to give her more, he continued, bringing a finger up to circle her entrance as he did so, allowing him to revel in the sight of her arching her back for him, pressing ever closer in spite of the all too real threat of tumbling into the water alongside him.

She'd had very little desire to get wet that morning according to the excuse she had given him earlier on when asked through pouting lips why she would not join her lover in the bath.

Though, Loki supposed, it seemed as if he had ruined any goal she had of staying dry long ago, so perhaps she cared far less for such trivialities now.

He did not bother to ask, and instead chose to continue his now well drawn out statement from before.

"You see, my dear,"

He started, gathering some of her wetness onto his middle finger as he continued, enjoying the sounds of her whimpering beneath him far too much for his own well-being, let along hers.

"It is much more of a need, I'm afraid."

He purred softly, a false pout finding his lips even as he pushed his finger into her slick entrance, fighting back a groan as she all but sucked him in, always so ready to take whatever it was that he was willing to give her.

He chuckled as she cried out in response, her head falling back to her shoulders once more as he began to pump a single long and dexterous finger in and out of her ceaselessly, adding in a second just as she started to wiggle her hips in that silent request for more.

"What a good girl you are."

He cooed teasingly, watching while she shivered at the sound of his voice, eyes squeezed shut as she fought to stave off an embarrassingly quick orgasm in response to his ministrations.

He had only just taken her this morning, after all, so how could she ever hope to look him in the eye again if she came so quickly even just after he had taken her upon his mattress?

Still, the prince had every intention of showing her exactly how helpless she was to his every touch, and rather than letting up when seeing her obvious attempts to hold back from letting go for him, he increased the speed of his fingers instead and crooked them upward slightly until he heard her gasp and felt her thighs tighten around his head from where they still resided atop his strong shoulders.

"Oh dear,"

He murmured, feigning surprise as he watched his beloved struggle not to simply give into her pleasures.

"Close already?"

He teased, watching her expression as she whined and writhed for him, his fingers never letting up even as he stretched her further upon adding a third, the feeling of which sent her mind reeling.

He was so good at this, too good, and who was she to deny a prince of what he wanted? Could she truly hope to?

Loki evidently thought not, and remained persistent, pacing his thrusts and ensuring that he was constantly hitting just the right spots inside of her, never one to give a lackluster performance, even so very early in the morning and so soon after his last.

Speaking of which...

"Even after this morning?"

He crooned, continuing his recent thought with even more mock surprise,

"Are you truly so sensitive, my love?"

He asked curiously, just barely holding back a groan as he watched the woman he adored so achingly arch her back even further, pressing ever closer to him, body so very eager to submit, and mind evidently not too far behind.

What a darling sight she made for, laid out and bare before him.

Now all that he had to do, Loki thought with a smirk, was strip her of her pride.

And of course, the best way to do that, was to remind her of exactly who it was that she belonged to, and just how helpless she was to his touch.

"Or, perhaps, is it something else?"

He questioned, leaning down to lick teasingly at her clit as she hissed and whined pitifully in reply, thighs trembling upon his shoulders all the while.

It was a telltale sign that she was close, though he chose not to tease her for that quite yet.

"Could it be your courses?"

Loki teased, knowing all too well exactly where his lover was within her cycle in spite of his questioning,

"Or maybe a preference for my fingers?"

He continued, watching as his darling cried out for him, eyes brimming with tears of pleasure as she grew closer and closer to the edge of bliss.

He chuckled, and, after a moment of thought, decided it was high time that he ended his charade for the time being.

"Or, my dear."

He began, groaning slightly as he felt her clench around his fingers in a way that made his engorged cock envious of their position, his mind suddenly filled with thoughts of her strangling his erection with her tight heat, her body always so eager to pull him in further and keep him there, begging for both of their releases.

Still, even with such rapturous visions flooding his mind, he managed to continue speaking, determined to remind her of why it was that she could cum so very quickly even so soon after their last tryst.

"Could it simply be how weak you are to my every touch?"

He purred, his voice devastatingly low and his eyes trained on hers as he spoke,

"How desperate you are,"

He continued, thrusting his fingers harder just to hear her cry out from beneath him,

"To feel my hands upon your flesh, and to hear my voice as I fuck you with whatever I so please into oblivion. Is that what it is?"

He growled, watching with immense pride as she threw her head back one final time upon hearing his words, her walls clenching around his fingers as she came hard only minutes after he had begun, encouraging a chuckle from her lover soon afterward when he finally pulled away, bringing his hand up to his mouth to fully taste her for the first time that morning as he gazed deep into her eyes, a moan of pleasure falling eagerly off of his lips all the while.

She blushed in response to this, but did not look away, her pride still just intact enough that she refused to let him get the better of her once more.

Loki remained like that for several rather long moments, savoring the taste of her until his fingers were clean, finally prompting him to remove them from his mouth so he could speak to her once more, though his words were no less teasing then than they'd been before.

"So, my darling."

He began, smirking as he rested his hand upon her thigh again,

"Do you have any qualms with me continuing to worship my dearest love upon this fine morning?"

He purred, his eyes lighting up eagerly when she swallowed thickly, shaking her head no in response just as he tightened his grip upon her legs.

"Perfect."

Loki replied casually, a glint of mischief entering his gaze once again just as a smirk fell to his lips.

And then, with a gentle tug, his love was falling into the water alongside him, pressed not long after to the wall of the bathing pool as his aching and engorged cock rubbed against her, all too eager to finally settle the score his fingers had recently turned in their favor.

It was no matter of course, they had all morning after all.

And an eternity after that.

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joyful-enchantress · 2 years

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On the Naughty List (18+) | Loki x Fem!Reader

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A/N: Everyone has been so welcoming and kind and encouraging with my first fic that I decided to try my hand at another one! This is also my first try with smut, so apologies if it is awkward at all. I hope you like it! It is another installment in the Winter Warmers Collection curated by @lokisgoodgirl

Genre/Warnings: Smut (18+), soft(ish) Dom!Loki, here be filth, some fluff too, established relationship, language, restraints, spanking, nipple play (clamps), temperature play, edging/orgasm delay, begging, oral f!receiving, choking (if you squint)

Word Count: 4377

"Stop, Loki! Ahhhhh, stop, please!" you shrieked wildly as Loki playfully but mercilessly pelted you with icy snowballs.

You loved seeing him like this, completely lost in a moment of carefree fun. His eyes were alight with that familiar glint of mischief and the midday rays reflecting off the surrounding snow seemed to dance across his porcelain skin. He was beautiful. And he was yours. An arrogant smile slowly melted into his features as he responded to your request for a ceasefire.

"What's the matter, darling? Can't handle everything I have to offer?" he quipped with a wink.

Damn him and his relentless innuendo. A slight blush crept across your cheeks at his words.

"Oh, I know I can handle all of you, Laufeyson. I've done it many times before," you decided to give it right back to him. "What I can't handle is any more snowballs to the face or soaking through my coat. Not all of us have an endless tolerance for cold, you know!"

Given Loki's heritage, he required no protective outerwear during your childish winter antics. Not that you truly minded -- it meant you got to enjoy a better view of those sinful hands of his, the long, elegant fingers flexing dexterously as he packed the glittering snow into nearly perfect spheres. But, perhaps, his affinity for the cold did give him an unfair advantage in this case.

"I can think of several things I could do to warm you right up, love. Things I could do with my fingers..." he twirled his delectable digits seductively and nearly had you drooling. "...or my mouth..." his skillful tongue peered through the curtains that were his luscious lips and slowly swiped along his top lip just before he smirked knowingly and pulled his bottom lip between his teeth. "...or my cock."

Had the temperature suddenly risen? Your thighs clenched together involuntarily, your body already yearning for the sweet friction, and the slightest whimper escaped your lips at his salacious words.

He paced towards you, closing the distance until there was none left, and his warm breath was fanning across your neck as he bent to whisper in your ear.

"Although," he continued, "judging by your reaction thus far, I could probably keep you warm with my words alone." His voice seemed to drop an octave, and assumed that familiar huskiness that he reserved only for you in your most private moments with him. "Maybe we should test the theory, hmm? Would you like that, darling?" His tongue darted out to lick the shell of your ear.

"Yes, Loki..." you breathed, your own voice barely above a whisper. "Please, let's be done with our game and go inside. I need you."

"As you wish, my love," he placed a wet kiss along your jawline. "Follow me."

He began the short walk back to the cozy home the two of you shared, his broad back to you. The wet spots he left on your ear and jaw began to sting in the frigid winter air. You absent-mindedly reached up to soothe the ache with your gloved fingertips, and as you turned to admire the way the dark jeans he was wearing hugged his perfect ass as he strode towards the house, the temptation was too great. You simply could not resist.

THWAK!

A perfectly thrown snowball hit him in the back of the head, bursting into a flurry of snow that clung to his ebony curls and drifted down his neck and across his back.

"Oh you're in for it now, pet." He turned around, ever so slowly, his lips upturned into a menacing smile and his emerald eyes burning with the promise of what was to come.

You decided to play right into his hands.

"Have I earned a spot on the naughty list, Sir?"

He gazed back at you with a hungry expression, his pupils dilating with lust; you knew the effect that particular word had on him. He began stalking towards you, like a predator cornering his prey.

"That goes without saying, Y/N. Your misbehavior is simply unacceptable. Now, do you know what happens to naughty girls?"

He was right in front of you once again, towering over you and looking down his nose directly into your eyes.

"They don't get any presents?" you suggest with feigned innocence.

"They must be punished." he declared with such authority, it left no room for argument.

"Oh really? Just what exactly do you -- AHH!"

Before you could even finish your snarky response, he had you draped over his shoulder, your eyes staring at his perfect backside and his strong arm flexed behind your knees, holding you in place. His other hand rose up to give your unsuspecting bottom a warning smack.

"No more questions, darling. You're in enough trouble as it is."

He carried you inside, kicking off his shoes along the way, and before you knew it, he was tossing you on the plush bed like a ragdoll. The deep emerald-colored satin sheets twisted in your fingertips as you stared up, wide-eyed, at your husband; gone from his face was the carefree playfulness and in its place was a stern demeanor. There was no question who was in charge here. And you loved it.

With a snap of his fingers, a blanket of green light engulfed your body and every scrap of clothing you had been wearing disappeared. Loki, still fully clothed, hovered over you, caging you in and bringing his face within inches of yours.

"Now let's go over the rules, shall we?" he trailed, his voice dripping with lust and power, "Rule number one, you will refer to me only as Sir. You will not call me by my name unless and until I command it. Understood?"

"Yes, Sir," you gasped, barely audible over the hammering of your own heart.

"Good girl." He reached a hand down and began stroking your breast, eventually rolling a nipple between his thumb and forefinger. "Rule number two, you will do as I say, without question or hesitation. I do not like to repeat myself. Am I clear?"

"Crystal, Sir," you barely suppressed a moan.

"And finally, rule number three..." You whimpered as he tweaked your nipple, hard. "...You do not come until I give you my express permission. I decide whether and when you will have your pleasure, isn’t that right, pet?” his lips curved into a wicked grin as he finished reminding you of the last rule.

“O-of course, Sir,” you gulped, anxiously and eagerly awaiting his next move.

"Now, do you remember your safe word, darling?" his eyes momentarily softened as he asked you, ever your loving and devoted husband, making sure you knew you were safe and loved.

"Yes, Sir. Red," you assured him with a breathy whisper.

"Good." The fleeting moment of softness had passed, his expression shifting back to one of unrelenting dominance, emerald eyes alight with thoughts of the diabolical plans he had for you. "Let's begin."

His hand rose from your breast up over your collarbone to its final destination around your neck, giving it a firm squeeze as he captured your lips in a ferocious kiss; it was all tongues and teeth as he invaded your mouth, claiming what was his with urgency. Eventually, he allowed you to catch your breath and he trailed his lips down your jawline, to suck and nip at your pulse point as you lay there panting.

"I want you to kneel on the bed, facing the headboard." he rasped against your ear before rising up off the bed to allow you the room to move into position.

You wasted no time, scrambling up so you could obey him and avoid furthering your punishment. As you were twisting around and adjusting yourself into the perfect submissive kneel, you caught a glimpse of him removing his dark emerald sweater, leaving him in the white button-down he was wearing underneath, those damn dark wash jeans, and his socked feet.

He leisurely strode towards the head of the bed and turned to face you, unbuttoning the cuffs of his shirt and beginning to roll up the sleeves to his elbows. You bit your lip, the sight of his forearms flexing as he manhandled the garment enough to send a fresh pool of arousal to your core.

"Hands in front of you, wrists together," he commanded.

As you did so, he conjured a bit of black silken cord -- enough to bind your wrists together tightly while leaving some extra hanging on either side of the intricate knot. Once he was satisfied that the rope would keep you sufficiently restrained, he turned to reach into the nightstand where you kept your toys for nights such as this. You could hear the familiar metallic clink of chains bumping into each other as he pulled a toy out of the drawer. The clamps.

"We haven't played with these in a while, pet," he said with a devilish snarl. "I want you to feel them sway and tug every time I strike that perfect ass of yours."

You couldn't help the whimper that escaped your lips at his words. "As you wish, Sir."

He worked your nipples into firm peaks before attaching the clamps to them. You hissed as they bit into your sensitive flesh, providing an intoxicating mix of pleasure and pain. Before you could fully adjust to the sensation, he was pulling on the extra cord that was hanging from your bound wrists and tying it to the top of the headboard. This forced you to bend forward, head between your arms, ass raised slightly - and presented perfectly - as you remained on your knees. The chain that connected the clamps swayed with your movement, tugging on your sore nipples with each sweeping arc, causing you to moan wantonly.

"Hmmm,” he hummed in approval as he situated himself beside you on the bed, one hand at the small of your back - a reminder to remain in position - the other rubbing and squeezing your bottom, the gentleness a stark contrast to the harsh stings you knew were to come. “My dirty whore of a wife seems to be enjoying herself, and I’ve barely begun,” he chuckled darkly. “You will count each strike aloud, and when I am finished, you will thank me for them. I think 10 strikes ought to do for tonight, pet. Oh, and do remember, you are not allowed to come.”

“Yes, Sir,” you groaned desperately. Before you knew it, the first strike hit your backside with a loud SMACK. Just as he had planned, the chain between your tortured nipples was swaying wildly. “One,” you squeaked.

His hand came down against your ass again, this time on the opposite cheek.

“Two, Sir.” You let out a shaky breath.

The next slap seemed to echo throughout the room.

“Ahhhh! Three, Sir!”

After the third smack, his hand caressed down your backside and his fingers dipped between your soft folds. “Ohh, love. We’re only three strikes in, and you’re absolutely soaking. Do you think you’ll make it?” he asked with feigned concern. You could do nothing but whimper in response. “Oh how I do love those pretty noises you make,” he crooned.

He resumed his work, each smack to your bottom bringing more pain than the last… and sending more arousal straight to your dripping core. After the seventh strike, he moved the hand that had been resting innocently at the small of your back to the chain that was dangling from your breasts and gave a sharp tug.

“Aaaauunnghhh! Please, Sir,” you moaned. Whether you were begging him to stop or to give you more, you didn’t know.

“Shhhhh, pet. Just three more, you’re doing so well for me.” As he soothed you with his words, he moved his hand from the chain to the apex of your thighs, and his fingers easily found your clit, peeking out from its hood and aching for attention. Your hips moved of their own accord, grinding against his hand, shamelessly searching for more friction. “Ah ah ahh, there will be none of that writhing, darling,” he reprimanded you gently. “You will take what I give you and nothing more.”

“Sorry, Sir, I’ll be still,” you promised with a high pitched whine.

He kept his fingers on your clit, lazily playing with the bundle of nerves as he delivered the last three smacks to your bottom. It was just enough to tease you and keep you wanting more, never enough to fully satisfy you. Your frustration was mounting at this point, but deep down you knew you shouldn’t have been so delusional as to hope he’d allow you your release so easily.

“Aren’t you forgetting something, pet?” he mercifully reminded you as he pulled his hand away from your sensitive bud, rubbing soothing circles on your ass cheeks with the same hand he just used to blister them.

“Oh, yes, of course. Thank you, Sir, for spanking me.” you managed to coerce your tongue into forming the words despite your frazzled brain.

“Such a good girl for me,” he cooed softly and with a snap of his fingers, the bindings disappeared and you collapsed forward onto the bed, limp and spent, but unbearably aroused. He quickly was at your side, and gently helped you to roll over onto your back. Finally, you could see his stunningly beautiful face again. His features had settled back into those of your loving husband, warmth and softness radiating from within. Stroking your cheek gently with his thumb, he bent down to capture your lips in a passionate kiss that sent a fire straight to your core.

Loki diligently massaged your wrists and shoulders, helping to soothe the ache from your restraints; he then moved his attention to your breasts. “I’m going to remove these now, darling. One at a time. I know it will be intense but it will only last for a moment,” he whispered.

You winced and cried out as he removed each clamp, his warm mouth quick to softly caress each aching bud with his tongue and soothe the sting.

“What’s your color, Y/N?” he asked you gently, his gaze meeting yours, eyes swirling with concern and love for you — only you.

“Green, Sir. So Green.”

“Excellent.” His emerald orbs reignited with salacious promises and his lips twisted into a wicked grin. Gone again was the softness he had momentarily uncovered. “Then we’ll move into the next phase of your punishment.”

Bring it on, you thought to yourself, but all you managed outwardly was a cheeky smile.

He must have been losing patience for doing things manually, because with a flick of his wrist and a twirl of his elegant finger, more restraints appeared, securing you to the bed. This time, they were black fur-lined leather cuffs -- one around each wrist and one around each ankle. The leather straps connected to the cuffs ran across the mattress, off the sides, and under the bed, where they were secured. This ensured that you wouldn't be going anywhere, and that your legs were spread nice and wide for him; you couldn’t close them even if you wanted to. You also noted that your arms and shoulders were in a different position, not stretched over your head -- and he kept a small amount of slack so that you could adjust and rotate your shoulders if you needed to, so as not to strain your muscles to the point of pain. Your husband thought of everything.

As he strode once again to the night stand and began looking for the toy he needed for your next wave of delicious torment, you noticed his prominent manhood straining against his tight jeans, and you couldn’t help but smile to yourself knowing the effect you had on him. Your smile quickly melted away into a mixture of primal lust and shaky nerves as you saw what he pulled out of the drawer, though. The magic wand and the large glass dildo.

“Now, pet, I’ve got to go downstairs and take care of something,” he began as he set the glass dildo down on the bench at the foot of the bed, within easy reach, and clicked the wand on to the lowest setting. “I shouldn’t be gone for more than ten minutes, but I wouldn’t want you getting bored in my absence, so this should keep you occupied while I’m gone.” He placed the wand firmly against your throbbing clit and you couldn’t suppress the wanton moan that escaped your lips at the feeling. It would never be enough to give you release on this setting, it would only tease you and amplify your arousal, but damn if it didn’t feel so good. A wave of emerald light surrounded the wand, and you immediately knew he had enchanted it so that it would remain in place, no matter how much you bucked and squirmed. There was also no doubt in your mind that it would disappear immediately should you utter your safe word — the restraints, too, probably. You were always safe with him, even if he left you alone in the room to bask in the sweet torture he inflicted on you.

His hungry eyes raked over your naked body — bound and writhing — and his gaze met yours with a sinister smile before he departed the bedroom to head downstairs.

It felt like the longest ten minutes of your life. The wand was unrelenting, keeping you dangling on the edge of release, but never allowing you to fall over into bliss. No matter how you tried to grind your hips to increase the friction just enough to topple you over the edge, it was no use. Loki’s enchantment kept the wand exactly where he wanted it.

So lost were you in the sensation and the struggle for your orgasm, that you didn’t notice when he returned. That is, until the wand disappeared with a snap of his fingers, causing you to whine at the loss and open your eyes to the sight of your breathtaking husband, leaning casually against the dresser with a mug of steaming hot beverage in his hand; he was drinking in the sight of you, so desperate for the release only he could grant you. His eyes were burning with lust.

“Aren’t you going to welcome me back, pet?” he asked with a teasing smirk.

The asshole.

“Welcome back, Sir,” you managed to mutter between pants.

“That’s more like it.” He took a large gulp of the hot liquid — hot cocoa, you guessed, based on the smattering of foam the swig left on his top lip — and you watched with curiosity as he seemed to hold it in his mouth without swallowing. Setting the mug down on the bench, he picked up the glass dildo that you had all but forgotten about. Your eyes widened when you saw a tinge of blue creep across the skin of his hand, the smooth surface of the glass covered in a blanket of frost.

Without warning, he thrust the icy glass cock into your sopping cunt, the cold surface against your warm inner walls intensifying every sensation as it moved and twisted inside you. The sharp cry that rang from your throat was one of both surprise and unabashed primal lust. You saw his Adam’s apple bob sinfully as he finally swallowed the steaming liquid that was in his mouth, just before he winked at you and lowered his lips to latch around your neglected clit.

“Ohhhhh, Sir, ye- yesssss.” The stark contrast of the frigid length inside you and his warm mouth sucking and lapping at your sensitive bud was nearly too much to handle. You had enjoyed the skilled labor of your husband’s silver tongue many times before, but this was something entirely different. You could barely catch your breath, let alone form a coherent sentence.

“Mmmm…” he moaned salaciously, sending vibrations directly to your core. The familiar coil in your belly was winding tighter, threatening to snap into an earth-shattering orgasm. Just… a tiny… bit… more…

“…’m gonna come, Sir!” You whispered between whimpers and pants.

But he stopped. The frosted dildo and his mouth were both removed from your core. You whined desperately, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes at the loss, your impending orgasm ebbing away.

“You didn’t think you’d get release so soon, did you? Naughty girls don’t get to come so easily.” Loki’s eyes were ablaze with a ravenous hunger; you could see his lips and chin glistening with your sweet nectar, the flickering light of the candle in the corner of the room dancing across his face now, as the sun had set since the start of your debauched activities. He bent down to kiss you, his lips and tongue unrelenting against yours; you moaned at the taste of your arousal on his lips.

As he pulled away, allowing you both to catch your breath, you saw him refrost the glass toy and reach again for the mug to take another swig of hot cocoa into his mouth. Before you could protest, both had resumed their delectable torment, the icy tip of the dildo circling your aching clit before dipping inside you and being replaced with his hot mouth.

“Please, Sir,” you pleaded as he fucked you with the cold, hard dildo and swirled his hot tongue around your bundle of nerves. He reached one hand up to your breast, rolling and tweaking a pebbled nipple before switching to pay the same attention to the other hardened peak. Within minutes, you were there again, you could almost taste your impending orgasm. And again he stopped.

“Ohhh, pet, you taste sweeter than this cocoa,” he huskily groaned. “And look at you, so needy and desperate for me. Do you want release?” You whimpered and nodded your head as urgently as you could manage. “If you come tonight, it will be on my cock. And I want you to beg for it.”

His clothes disappeared in a flash of green light, leaving the entirety of his glorious form bare to your gaze for the first time that night. You slowly raked you eyes across every inch of him, admiring the way his lean muscles rippled and flexed underneath his perfect skin as he moved, and counting your lucky stars that he was yours.

“Please, Sir, pleeeeease give me your cock. I need it. I need you. Please make me come, Sir.” you shamelessly panted and begged, desperate for him and for the sweet release only he could give you.

He hovered over you on the bed; you could feel his rigid length against your thigh, the tip angry and red. He was just as desperate for release as you were. Bracing his weight on one forearm, he snaked the other hand across your collarbone with a featherlight touch before it settled firmly around your throat as he kissed you hungrily. So lost were you in the passion of the kiss that you barely noticed as he lined himself up at your entrance. With one perfectly angled thrust, he finally entered you, filling you to the hilt. Your breath hitched against his mouth; no matter how many times you took him, the sheer size of him ensured that the first few strokes would always take your breath away.

“You don’t have to wait any longer, darling.” He rasped against your ear as he began to thrust, rutting his hips against you with each stroke, the wiry curls at the base of his cock brushing against your clit. “Don’t hold back, and I won’t stop this time. Let yourself go and let me hear you when you topple over into bliss. Say my name as you come.”

It didn’t take long at all for you to reach the precipice, the coil at the base of your abdomen tightening almost immediately after the edging you had already endured. You were a panting, moaning mess while he worshipped you, trailing wet kisses along your neck and collarbone. His rhythm was becoming sloppier, and you knew he was close too.

“Ohhh Loki, yes, YESSS!” you gasped as the coil snapped, your inner walls squeezing him like a vice as you finally came, the earth-shattering orgasm causing your entire body to shake. “Yes, Loki. Loki…” You chanted his name like a mantra.

Before you had come down from your high, he came too, spilling his hot seed into you with a grunt. “Who do you belong to, love?”

“You, Loki, only you.”

Once his load was spent, he collapsed on top of you, your sweaty skin sliding against his own. The restraints immediately disappeared and you wrapped your arms around him as you both panted, coming down from your highs together.

“I love you, my darling wife,” he murmured against your ear a few moments later, before he placed a chaste kiss to your lips and rose from the bed. “Now let me take care of you.”

“I love you too, Loki…” you trailed, your mind still swimming in euphoria.

Loki got up and tended to you, bringing you a glass of water and helping you sit up to drink it, the cold liquid refreshing your parched throat. Then, he cleaned up the mess between your legs with his seidr and lifted you off the bed, carrying you bridal style into the en-suite bathroom and lowering you gently into the bathtub that he had already filled with hot water and your favorite lavender bath oil. He knelt beside the tub and kissed you tenderly, his elegant fingers wrapping through your tousled hair, thumb brushing your cheek lovingly. How lucky you were that he was yours.

“I’ll go down and start a fire, my love,” he said, eyes brimming with adoration. “After you’re finished in the bath, come downstairs and I thought we could snuggle on the couch, enjoy some hot cocoa, and watch a movie. I know that’s your favorite thing to do in the winter.”

“You’re wrong about that, Loki.” His lips turned down into a frown at your words, his brows knitting together in confusion. With a beaming smile creeping across your face, you finished, “You’re my favorite thing to do in the winter.”

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lady-rose-moon · 2 years

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The Selection || Loki x Reader || Masterlist and Selected list ||

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The Selection came around again and this year, you were eligible to sign up for it. You didn't want to, of course, coming from a family that barely got by through the winter and knowing that the Royals had no idea how much people like you suffered. However, your little sister signed you up and now your name is called on the television as one of the lucky twelve to move to the capital and begin the games to winning the Prince's heart.

Two years ago, the Selection had televised Prince Thor's journey to finding a wife. This year, it was Prince Loki's turn.

Prince Loki. The 'Dark Prince', not seen a lot in public other than the times that Prince Thor dragged him outside. Closed off. Self-centred. Arrogant. Right?

Follow Y/N through her journey from beginning to end. With eleven other contestants, will you win Prince Loki's heart?

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Chapter One ~ Chapter Two ~ Chapter Three ~ Chapter Four ~ Chapter Five ~ Chapter Six ~ Chapter Seven ~ Chapter Eight ~ Chapter Nine ~ Chapter Ten ~ Final Chapter ~

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Selected List:

Y/N Y/L/N – Brekstad, Midgard – didn’t really want to be Selected

Cleo Dameerin – Fetsheim, Vanaheim – there for love – 19 (533)

Phoebe Meera – London, Midgard – wishes to make friends – 22

Lorelei – Durdnheim, Vanaheim – there for the money – 18 (500)

Sophia De Mareen – Alzara, Alfheim – there for money 24 (645)

Chloe Olsen – Raneer, Asgard – there for money – 18 (474)

Adriana Sirandrew – Quolequeel, Jotunheim – wishes for love 21 (675)

Regan Seleucus – Soleheim, Niflheim – there for love or money 23 (50)

Isabel Bates – Adelaide, Australia – needs money for family – 20

Lara Oneal – Helian , Helheim – there for love – 25 (1500)

Summer Parkerdottir – Illias, Asgard – there for money 19 (520)

Katerina Godding – Essex, Midgard – there for status – 24

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Popsicle

Inspired by @lokisgoodgirl's Cooldown (sorry it took a while! I was using my phone the whole time. :( )

If you like more Loki fics, check out my Masterlist

Summary: Loki helps you feel cool in the midst of the unbearable heat

Pairing: Jotun!Loki x F!reader

Warnings: smut, 18+, minors DNI, established relationship

It was approaching Summer, and with the heat rising up, you started to slowly shed the layers of your clothing.

It was nothing of concern to Loki when you sit up with your legs up the kitchen island, or when you have a seat with one of your knees up, legs spread wide on the couch or when you bend over with your ass high up to reach for random things under the counter with your thick winter clothing.

You were easily cold as you were easily hot from the weather and he couldn't say the same now that he saw you in the same circumstances only wearing a thin tank top accentuating your nipples and equally thin skimpy shorts with no underwear underneath. He could barely contain the bulge wanting to break out from its confines.

It was horribly hot that day which made it more unbearably hotter when he saw you licking and sucking a popsicle, taking it all in your mouth as your cheeks hollowed and all drenched in sweat. Almost leaving nothing to the eyes as your sweat makes the thin layers of your clothing almost transparent. Your hair was in a messy bun and Loki's thoughts strayed so far into thinking all the ways he could do to you.

You caught him staring in front of you, initially you didn't care what you wore. You were a carefree soul and didn't really mind your clothing as the unbearable heat took precedence over everything. But his lust-filled eyes made you blush.

"hey, care to join?" you asked him out of nowhere, offering a half-eaten popsicle.

He took the popsicle and finished it - hoping the satiate the growing heat in him too when he noticed you pouting.

"I didn't realize you'd actually take it. Now I need to find something again to help cool me off," you were hand-fanning yourself as you responded.

Loki's naughty side got the better of him as he inched closer to your face, "That won't be necessary. I hope you didn't forget that I'm Jotun dear,"

He went down and caressed your inner thighs as his cold fingers quenched the heat there. You saw him transform in his Jotun form, a much larger build with magnificent hues of blue covering his body along with intricate markings and paired with ruby eyes.

Your eyes went wide with surprise but before you could react, he ripped your flimsy shorts out, and spread your legs only to see a slick mound, almost gesturing to be soothed by his coldness.

You tried closing your legs in embarrassment but his grip on your thighs were stronger, "please, I'm all sweaty. I'm embarrassed to have you go down on me without showering first," you mumbled as you cup your face with your hands.

He inched closer, cold breath grazing your aching mound as he was met by your intoxicating scent, "Don't be darling, this is perfect. You are perfect"

Your hips bucked up as he licked a cold thick stripe on your entrance. It was so good how his cold tongue soothes the radiating heat from your core. He started sucking and darting his tongue in and around before shoving his fingers inside your entrance. You felt like melting every time he pulsed his slender fingers inside you, circling your reddended clit and hitting all the right places.

Your mind went blank as a wave of orgasm washed over you as your eyes rolled back screaming Loki's name. Warm liquid pooling out and drenching your lover's face and fingers which he thoroughly licks clean.

He was not done though, he took off his clothing only to reveal a huge cock, all hard and waiting for you to take in your tiny mouth. You questioned yourself if this could even be inside you. He slowly guided himself towards your mouth, you could taste his cold precum as you started licking the tip.

Like a popsicle, you started sucking and licking his gargantuan dick which caused him to gyrate his hips and moan your name. You almost gagged as his member rams through your warm throat.

He flipped you to face the couch, and removed your top. You were now grabbing the top of the couch as you bent over your ass towards him.

He slowly inserts the tip of his cock inside your still dripping pussy. You spread your legs a bit more to accommodate his girth and he sinks into you inch by inch until he is balls deep.

He grabs you by the waist and slowly thrust, making sure you are comfortable with the pace. You winced and Loki made it feel better by cupping your warm breasts with his cold hands, flicking your nipples as you let out a whimper.

As you got comfortable, he started playing with your clit, his cold hands causing you to feel different sensations.

"Loki, I'm about to cum," you whimpered, you almost straddling his lap as bounce on top of his lap. His cock cooling your hot core with every second of contact

He was holding you close to his body now. His hands swarmed your body to make sure everything is soothed from the heat.

"Cum together with me, darling." His cold breath whispered to your ears.

Another wave of orgasm hit you as you felt a cold wave of his ejaculation against your walls. You didn't know if you shuddered from the cold or from the the mind-blowing orgasm he just gave you.

He slowly pulled out of you, cock slicked with both of your fluids. He conjured a fleece blanket and covered your both naked body and he brings you to the comfort room to clean you both up.

You surely fell asleep from heat and sex exhaustion. Loki planted a kiss on your forehead as he carried you.

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ALL THE KINGS' MEN

Relationship: Dark!Bucky x Reader, King!Loki x Reader

Summary: The Odinson Kings take over Midgard, appointing commanders to help them colonize the entire planet. Commander Barnes finds you during a raid of untouched lands and claims you as his own. You endure months of torture and abuse at the metal hand of the cruel man, and are set to suffer even more when he sends you to King Loki to break you further. Upon meeting the feared man, you find that looks can be deceiving, and rumors are not always what they seem.

A/N: Thank you to my editor @green-mischief-managed for helping me with this fic! Let me know if you want to be tagged!

Warnings: Minors DNI, 18+, very NSFW. Fingering, oral sex (f and m receiving), handjobs, blood and gore, torture, rape, knives, death, mutilation, choking, burning, breeding kink, forced pregnancy, vaginal sex, mentions of suicide. This fic deals with dark themes such as rape, abuse and torture. If these themes make you uncomfortable, please do not read!

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CHAPTER 16

Lorelai. The name rattled around in your head, pinging off your skull as you tried to discern the reason for her hostility.

Loki’s new little friend, she said. What was that supposed to mean? How did she even know who you were? And why was she looking at you like something on the bottom of her shoe?

It irritated you, to be honest. Derision filled yourself at her treatment, and you opened your mouth to give her a fitting reply, “I’m-”

“Flower.” All the tension left your body the minute you heard his voice. His hand touched your lower back, then Loki appeared beside you. You wrapped both your arms around his bicep and leaned into him. “Lorelai.”

“Loki,” she purred. Her eyes flickered down to where you held onto his arm. “I see you’ve brought a friend.”

Sharon appeared shortly after, hands folded across her chest as she took in the scene before her. She paused a little at your close embrace with the king. “Hey,” she whispered in your ear. “The fuck is that?”

“No idea.” If Loki heard you, he did not let on. Instead, he addressed the woman before him with a steady tone.

“Is there a problem here?” The look on his face made it clear this Lorelai woman had caused many, many problems in the past.

“None,” she told him, lifting a slender hand to caress his shoulder. “Now that you’re here, that is.” You shared a look with Sharon.

Clearly, this was the other woman those two girls told you about that night in the harem. The red hair was a clue, but the familiarity with which she spoke to and touched him was the giveaway.

“I’m only here for the summit.” Loki removed her hand, face still blank. “I would thank you not to cause any trouble while we’re here.” Lorelai’s face curled up into a smile.

“Trouble?” she echoed. “That’s more your thing, isn’t it, Loki? Though, I suppose we’ve both had our fair share of fun together.”

Together. You didn’t like the way she said that word.

“That was in the past,” Loki’s voice was curt. “I’ll not put up with your shenanigans this time. I’d thank you to take your leave now, as I’ve some important business to attend to.”

Lorelai did not look at him. Her eyes flickered to you instead, running over your form once more. Finally, she settled on your eyes. You stared back without wavering. She seemed to like that.

“You’re probably right. It’s quite clear there’s to be no more fun between us.” She smiled- not unkindly, which confused you further- and turned on her heel, then she was retreating down the hall in a flurry of green skirts.

“Well,” said Sharon, breaking what was about to be an uncomfortable silence, “that was eventful.” She turned to the king then, fixing him with a cool stare. “I hear you have something to say to me.”

ooOOoo

Sharon Carter was a no-nonsense woman. Loki noticed that the minute he saw her approach you. He watched how she glared at Lorelai, whom she did not know, simply because the woman was a nuisance to you. He watched her link her arm in yours and lead the way to the library he intended to use for their chat — though he was unsure how she knew which one — and trailed behind, feeling quite out of sorts.

He had grown used to you always wanting to be by his side. It was silly, he chided himself. Sharon was your friend. He was your…What were you? Your friend for sure, but something more. Something softer, sweeter; something that—

“I’ve been told you want to speak to me.” Sharon’s voice snapped him out of his thoughts. They were in the library now, with Sharon leaning against the table. You stood awkwardly between them, eyes darting from one to the other. “Out with it.”

You frowned. “Sharon-”

“No, it’s okay,” Loki assured you. “It’s fine.” He turned his attention to Sharon, all five foot eight of blonde hair and reproachful expressions. “I wish to apologize,” he began, “for the part I’ve played in your suffering. There is nothing I can say or do that will erase what you’ve—”

“I don’t like you.” Loki stopped, lips paused at the beginning of the word he never got to say. “I really, really don’t like you,” Sharon continued, “and I don’t care for your apologies. I don’t care if you feel bad and I don’t want to hear any of your rehearsed lies. You want something from me. Spare me the theatrics and just tell me what it is.”

And for maybe the third time in his life, Loki was at a loss for words. He had an entire speech planned. Of course, he meant every word. A younger, lesser version of him might appeal to her emotions to sway her to his side. Valhalla knows he had done it many times before, but not now, not knowing what he knew.

Luckily for him, you seemed to know exactly what to say. You glided over to Sharon and took her hands in yours. “It’s not like that,” you murmured. “We need your help, Sharon. Loki thinks that some of the commanders were stealing from Asgard.”

“Stealing what?” Sharon wanted to know.

“A flower.”

Chocolate eyes swung to him. “A flower? And what do you presume they did with this plant, your majesty?”

“They used it to kill my mother.” Now, she went silent, and Loki continued. “That was why I took over Midgard in the first place. Someone from your realm was able to steal a flower from a heavily guarded place under the watchful eye of Heimdall, and they used it to kill my mother. After that, I decided humans needed to be put in check.” His eyes flickered to you; to your sweet face full of nothing but understanding. “I was wrong.”

“Loki just wants to help,” you explained. “He knows what he did was wrong and he can’t take it back. He knows this was his fault, but Sharon, things are bad. The Commanders are afraid of Loki, yes, but they hate him. That hatred made them kill a goddess!”

“I agree they need to be stopped, but I’m not sure how I can help you.” Most of the bite had gone out of Sharon’s voice, replaced with an emotion akin to fatigue. Loki concluded the babe she obviously carried was partly the reason and made a mental note to get his healers to check on her before the day’s end.

“We need information,” Loki told her. “Any information. Did Captain Rogers ever receive any shipments unaccounted for? Ever see him meeting at weird times with anyone?” Sharon folded her arms in thought.

“He was off with James a lot. If you ask me, I’d say they were secretly in love.” You and Sharon shared a look before she continued. “Honestly, I couldn’t tell you where Steve went. He never brought anything strange into the house, and even if he did, I’d never ask him. I knew better than to go looking.”

She stopped speaking. A flicker of doubt crossed her face. Loki pounced on it immediately. “What? You’ve just remembered something. What is it?”

“Loki.” The admonishment came from you. “Give her a chance. Sharon,” you grabbed her hands again, “is there something you remember? Anything you can tell us will be of help.”

“There’s a room back home he never let me in. I wasn’t supposed to see it, since it was hidden.” Loki lifted a brow.

“Hidden? Hidden how?”

Sharon’s eyes roamed the room. They stopped on an oak bookshelf spanning the entirety of the opposite wall. “There’s a shelf in his study. Full of books he never reads. One day, I was dusting the books and pulled a few out. I can’t be sure which one did it, but there was a click, and the shelf moved out of the way.”

“What happened next, Miss Carter?”

She shrugged. “Nothing. Steve came back and I told him I found it and he made me promise not to go back. He put a camera in and locked the door to the study. I figured it was more trouble than it was worth. We did move into an old SHIELD base that was refurbished. It wasn’t uncommon to have hidden rooms.”

“Did you get a peek inside?” Loki asked, though he knew the answer before Sharon shook her head. “These flowers are magic. They can live even after they’ve been plucked. If he was keeping them in there—”

“I’m not going back into that house,” Sharon interjected. “I’m not going back. Especially not with James there.”

“James.” Loki stiffened. “James is on earth?” He cursed under his breath. It was a terrible idea to speak to Sharon before informing you of his conversation with Fandral. “Loki, you told me he was being sent around the realms. How did he get back on Earth?”

“I’ve no idea,” he answered you. “Fandral only just informed me of this. I was going to tell you after we finished here.” He looked at Sharon. “You do not have to return to Earth. Starting today, you are officially under the crown’s protection. You can stay here or return to the palace with us when it is time to do so. Your unborn babe shares the same protection.”

“Who killed his father?” Sharon asked suddenly. “Was it an accident? I can’t imagine it was.” Loki’s silence was enough. “Of course”

“To be fair, the intent wasn’t to kill him.”

Sharon gave him a look. “What was the intent?”

“Questioning,” Loki replied. “Maybe a little torture. Can’t always tell how these things will go.” At his admission, he swore the woman almost smiled. The corners of her lips twitched up a bit before she pulled them back into a neutral expression.

“Well, this has been an enlightening conversation. I think it’s time for me to head to bed. This little one,” she rubbed her stomach, “always has me beat these days.”

“Do you want me to walk you to your room?” you offered. “Or stay with you?”

“No, I think you both have things to talk about.” No explanation was needed to discern what she meant. “I really need some rest.” She made her way to the door, stopping when she was nearly out in the hall. “Your majesty, I’ve been told you’re quite taken with my friend. You’re both adults, so I can’t tell you what to do, but if you hurt her, I will hurt you.”

Loki smirked at that. The fire he received from the blonde woman was the first thing that led him to believe a cordial partnership was on the horizon. Her snarkiness was not unwelcome, and he might have cracked a smile had you not approached him with worry creasing your face.

“James is back?” Trembling hands reached for him, prompting him to pull you close to his body. “Loki, James is back. What are we going to do?”

“You are not going to do anything. He cannot touch you from Earth.” Loki rubbed his hands in a soothing pattern, up and down your arms until your shaking stopped and your forehead rested against his collarbone.

“He’s going to be so angry,” you whispered. Your breath tickled the base of his throat as you spoke. The warmth raised goosebumps on his flesh, making his eyes roll back at the proximity of your mouth to his body. You had such pretty lips. “He’s always so mad at me.”

Loki cleared his throat. He shoved his pervasive thoughts to the back of his mind and cupped the back of your head. “He will not lay a hand on you. This I have promised you before, and I promise it to you now.” You looked up at him with tear-filled eyes. “James cannot make it to Asgard on his own. Heimdall will see him coming if he tries, and he’ll be arrested at the bridge. He will not hurt you again.”

A tear fell from your eye. Loki brushed it away with a gentle stroke, following it with two more. He held your face and kissed your forehead, allowing you to cry into his brand-new tunic. It was the first time you ever let him comfort you through your tears, and he was struck by just how much you had come to consider him. In many ways, you were not just the woman who flinched at a touch and walked around as though in a trance. You were becoming much more, and Loki felt glad that he seemed to have contributed to that in some way.

“Loki?”

“Yes, flower?”

You sniffled. “Who is Lorelai?” Ah. “An old girlfriend?” He almost laughed at the mundane word.

Loki did not have girlfriends or boyfriends. He had lovers, men and women and all in between with whom he shared a mutual attraction and partook in pleasures of the flesh. There were often no real feelings on his part. He would ride out whatever time he spent with them until they wanted more, which he could not give, or they moved on to another. And he never once regretted letting them go. His heart could never seem to get involved.

That was until he met you.

“Lady Lorelai is an old lover of mine,” he told you. “Troublesome, meddlesome, and as good a liar as myself. Except, she takes it too far.”

Your brow creased with fret. “She knows who I am, Loki. She knows who I am and I’ve never met her before.”

“Lorelai likes to keep tabs on me. She is as proud as she is envious, and I can admit now that getting involved with her was a mistake.” He took your hand and led you over to lean against the desk. “You’ve nothing to worry about. Lorelai may think she is a threat, but she has long fallen out of favour with me. And she does not have the use of her gifts anymore.”

“Gifts?” you repeated. “What gifts?”

Loki lifted your hand to his chest. He held it there, smoothing his thumb over your well-nourished skin. “Lorelai has the ability to bend men to her will. She is able to do so with just her voice. Of course, it depends on the will of the man. Lesser wills are easily broken. Stronger ones, not so much.”

“And I suppose you were a much harder conquest?” You looked up at him from beneath your lashes, eyes filled with a hint of teasing.

“I’m immune to most magic, being one of the most advanced sorcerers across the realm.” He could not help but puff out his chest a bit. “Lorelai’s was still tricky to navigate. After we ended things, she began stirring up trouble. Made an inordinate amount of men do her bidding. I am entirely sure she could have caused an uprising if she wanted.”

Alarm crossed your face then, making Loki regret his words. “Do not be worried,” he assured you. “Lorelai was stopped. My mother made a charm bracelet that she is forced to wear by order of the king. It dampens her magic so she cannot use it on people even if she tried.”

“And she really can’t use it?” The fingers of your hand, which he had not let go, were now intertwined with his. He wondered if you even noticed. “She really agreed to wear it?”

Loki chuckled. “It was that or a rather unbecoming muzzle that prevented her from speaking at all. Vanity is as vanity does. At least the bracelet looks rich enough.” His eyes dipped to your hands- fingers woven together as though they were the threads of life themselves. Loki never cared much for silly displays of affection before. Now, he found himself wondering if the spaces between his fingers were crafted specifically for yours to fit.

“You must be tired from the journey,” he said. “Would you like to rest before the dinner? I can come fetch you later.” He moved your hands to your sides- still connected- and began leading you out the door. “I took the liberty of getting us adjoining rooms. Please tell me if it was too presumptuous. I just thought you would feel safer with me nearby.”

“No, that’s fine,” you said, and he could tell by your smile he had made the right choice. “What time is the dinner?”

“I will send someone to fetch you an hour or so before. Our rooms are just down here. Come.”

ooOOoo

As it turned out, Loki was right. The rest did you a world of good. You weren’t sure how long you slept, but by the time a servant came in to wake you and help get you ready, it was nearly dark outside.

Night descended quite differently on Asgard. On Earth, the sun would set into a brief dusky grey before the darkness actually fell. Here, the sky seemed to come alive. The disappearance of the sun heralded hues of purples and blues that seemed to reflect the ocean below. The black night fell like a blanket, dotted with stars so bright you often had to look away before your eyes began to burn. It was truly the most beautiful place you had ever seen.

“Lady Dee?” The maidservant’s voice drew your attention away from the window. “You have a visitor. The king.” You smiled.

“He can come in. I’m nearly finished. You can go have your supper now.” She curtsied before you just as Loki walked in, dressed to the nines in formal garb. His trademark smirk was on his face.

“Flower.”

“Loki.”

His eyes roamed over you from head to toe. You were, of course, wearing one of the many new dresses he’d sent you, this one a simple gold, made of silk held up by delicate chain straps with a cowl neck. The rest of the dress hung off your body like a waterfall, showing off just enough of your newly filled-out figure. “You look wonderful. Something is missing, though. Would you turn around?”

The maidservant was long gone, the door closed to give the two of you some privacy. Loki handed you a silver-backed mirror to hold to keep your neck in focus. In his other hand, the necklace from earlier appeared. He approached you from behind, so close you could feel the ends of his tunic poking into your back.

“Lift your hair for me, darling.” You almost moaned when you felt his breath on your neck. He fastened the necklace with practiced perfection, and you were pleased to find it blended quite well with the dress you chose. It sat nestled above the neckline, adding an extra air of refinement to the plain dress. “Perfect.”

“It’s lovely.” Loki moved your hair back in place as you admired the jewelry. As he did so, you noticed the bracelet you bought him secured on his wrist. “Hey,” you caught at his arm, “you’re wearing it.”

“I told you I would.” He let his hand rest on your bare shoulder. “Would you look at that,” he mused. “They match.”

They really did. The emerald eyes of the golden serpents glistened in the light as though alive, and they were the exact same shade as the teardrop emerald in your piece. “Did you do this on purpose? The necklace?”

Your eyes met in the mirror and he grinned. “Maybe.” He moved some hair away from your ear, lips encroaching on the space near your lobe. “Or maybe, I just wanted to see my colours on you.”

Oh fuck. Loki had flirted with you before, but it was never as intimate as this. His voice had never before dropped this low, nor did his eyes appear so heavy. And his thumb had certainly never run across the skin of your shoulder and up the side of your neck as it was doing now.

“We don’t have to attend the dinner,” he told you. “I can always have it brought here. It’s just a formality anyway.”

You thought for only a second. “You can do that?”

“I’m the king,” he reminded you. “I can do most anything I want.”

The mirror vanished from your hand. Loki released your shoulder, opting to take your hand and give you a little spin. You giggled as he twirled you and then pulled you against him. Your hands went around his neck to steady yourself while his rested on your waist.

“What do you say?” he asked. “Do you wish to endure a boring dinner, or do you want to stay here with me?”

“I—”

A knock on the door interrupted your acceptance of his proposal. The annoyance on his face as he let you go to answer the door no doubt mirrored your own. Fandral was standing at the door when it opened. He gave you a cheeky smile before addressing the king.

“Loki,” he greeted in that grand way of his. “The Lady Sharon has agreed to your plan. She thinks it best to go at once, with your approval, of course.”

You had joined Loki at the door now. While you weren’t sure what plan they referred to, you could tell any plans you had for the evening were now fully squashed. “What’s going on? What plan?”

“I wish to search the hidden room in Rogers’ house. I sent word to Lady Sharon while you were asleep. In honesty, I had not expected her to agree so quickly.”

“Oh.” That was the only word you could seem to get out in response. “Are you going?” You didn’t want him to go. As silly as it sounded- because you knew he could protect himself- you were worried for his safety if he were to go to Earth.

Loki shook his head. “I’m not going. I’m sending a few men so as not to arouse suspicion. They’ll be in and out and none will be the wiser, but I must brief them, meaning-”

“You’ll be late for dinner.” It was much easier to say this than make Fandral privy to your real plans. “It’s okay. If there is something in that room that can connect them to your mother, it’s better to do it now.” You placed your hands on Loki’s arm. “Go on ahead. I suppose I’ll go to the dinner for the time being.”

“I’ll be back,” Loki promised. He brought your hand to his lips for a kiss— the second that day alone— and you could not help but wonder when he would make advances towards another type of kiss. “I’ll see you soon.

ooOOoo

Dinner was a fantastic affair. Lords and ladies sat around an enormous table filled with more food than you had ever seen, dressed in the finest jewels and clothes. Laughter filled the hall and conversation flowed. At one point, a friendly fight broke out: two lords drunk off mead, both wanting to show off their newly crafted swords. And yet still, you were bored out of your mind

There was a goblet of Asgardian ale in your left hand. One of the servants kept refilling it at intervals. The taste did not particularly delight you, but you sipped it to give yourself something to do. At first, you were intent on waiting for Loki to return, but three courses and five ales later, you noticed the meeting would not soon end.

Either way, you were finished here. You pushed your chair back and exited the dining room, goblet still clutched in hand. A kind servant topped you up on your way out. You thanked him with a smile and began the long walk to your room. Maybe, if you were lucky, you would still be awake long enough for Loki to return. You could both spend whatever was left of the night talking until you fell asleep like you did at the palace.

“Lady Dee,” purred a familiar voice. You paused, squinting ahead to see who it was. Lorelai appeared before you in a green dress with her red hair done up in an exquisite bun. You soured a bit upon seeing Loki’s colour draped all over her. “I thought that was you.”

“‘Tis me.” You noted then, to your embarrassment, that your ‘s’ was a bit slurred.

“Why do you hold your head in that manner?” Lorelai enquired. You did find her to be a little askew. Actually, your entire field of vision was off-kilter, and you straightened your head with a flush of your cheeks. “Gotten into the ale, I see.”

You placed the cup at your side. “I’ve had alcohol before.”

“Not Asgardian alcohol, I’m sure. This packs quite a punch. Nothing on Earth can compare to it, although I suppose you might have realized Midgardian spirits have little to no effect on you.”

In truth, you just thought you had an abnormally high tolerance. The vodka back home would burn your throat, but that was as far as it went. “Did you need something from me?”

“I wanted to apologize.” She sounded so sincere you almost believed her. “By now, you’ve heard that Loki and I were involved. He was special to me, and it was very hard for me to let him go. Sometimes, I get a bit in my head when I find out he’s seeing someone new.” She paused to give you a look. “You are seeing each other, aren’t you?”

Your answer did not come soon enough, and she noticed your hesitancy. It delighted her, you could tell, evident by the little quirk of her eyebrows. “Seems I was wrong-”

“We’re taking things slow,” you blurted. “Loki and I.” Lorelai laughed.

“Slow? Loki does not take things slow. He was taking me over the desk of his study daily within the first week of us meeting.” She let out a dreamy sigh, making your stomach churn. It also could have been the ale, but you felt queasy either way. “He’s a very good lover. Once, he tied me up and—”

“I do not wish to hear of your past with Loki. Some things should be kept private.”

“Well, privacy isn’t always Loki’s strong suit. In time, you’ll come to find he doesn’t mind an audience.” She looked you up and down. “Or maybe, you won’t. Since you’re taking things slow.”

You rolled your eyes. Lorelai was a bitch, and you didn’t need to stand here and take this. “I’m leaving. Loki’s waiting for me.”

“Is he? I just came from the library and heard him in a meeting. Sounds like he has more important things on his mind.” She ended her statement with a frown so sad you couldn’t tell if she was faking it. “Why don’t you come back to the dinner with me? I’m sure many gentlemen would love the pleasure of your company.”

“I don’t want them. I want Loki.” Petulance abounded in your voice. You were aware you sounded like a spoiled child, but you could not care.

Lorelai hummed. “My dear,” her hands came to rest on your arms, “I’ve already told you Loki is in a meeting. He’s busy! Why would you want to bother him?” She let her hands wander to the end of your hair. “He doesn’t like to be bothered.”

“But he won’t mind,” you protested. “He never minds me.” At least, he never had before.

“This is a beautiful necklace,” she complimented. Her slim fingers traced the chain around your neck. “Did Loki give it to you? He does have a thing for giving his women jewelry.” She lifted her wrist to show you the golden bracelet dotted with rubies. “He gave this to me. Gorgeous, isn’t it?”

You pushed her hands off of you. The goblet in your hand fell to the floor, splattering drink all over your dress. “You’re lying! Loki’s mother put that on you because of your powers. It’s not the same.” Lorelai smirked.

“Loki’s mother enchanted the bracelet. I already had it, because it was a gift from him.” She twisted her hand in the air to show off the piece. “I love rubies. He knows me so well.”

“I’m leaving,” you told her. “I don’t believe any of your lies.”

“But you believe Loki’s so easily,” she countered. “I can’t blame you. He is the God of them, after all, and he tells them so well. Who can blame a sweet girl like you for falling for him?”

The way she spoke to you made your blood boil. It was as though you were a child with no brain of your own and all the naivety in the world. This woman- so proper and prim- had no idea the terrors your faced. She didn’t know of your life, or that you knew well the nature of men probably even better than her.

“I must go,” you announced. “Loki and I have plans.” You pushed past her without a second thought.

“Wait!” She grabbed your hand, grip strong like a vice.

“Let go of me!”

“Has he kissed you, at least?” Her fingernails dug into your skin, leaving deep crescents of pain in their wake. “Has he?” Her lip curled, nostrils flaring into the ugliest look of contempt. “Has he pressed those liar lips up against yours—”

“Fuck you!” You wrenched your hand from her grasp and ran.

ooOOoo

Sometimes, Loki hated being the king. He remembered the times when he was a young prince, when he coveted the throne and envied his brother’s place in line for it. He recalled all the mischief he made to get the crown. Now that he had it, he often had vivid fantasies of stomping it under his foot.

The crown meant power. The crown meant he and his brother were untouchable, but also in the most precarious position of their lives. Everyone wanted their favour or heads — to serve the throne or capture it for themselves. The crown was as dangerous as it was secure, but right now, all he cared about was that it had ruined his plans with you.

It took longer than usual to get the men briefed. They had never been in the house before, so he had to start by mapping the area and the building. Sharon’s intel was of good use, and he only wished he could wake her for more. Yet, he was loathe to bother her in her condition. Now that the meeting was over, he only wanted to see you.

So it was just his luck that he happened to see you walking up the hall just as he was coming down. “Flower.” You did not answer him. In fact, you looked rather destroyed.

Long tears cut a path down your face, falling from red eyes all the way to a trembling mouth. Your hands were clasped tightly together at your waist, and he could see a light sheen of sweat on your skin. “Flower? Whatever is the matter?” He reached out to you. You pulled away.

“I’m tired,” you said. “I want to sleep.” Your voice cracked with emotion as you told the lies he so easily sussed out.

“I do not think that is true.” He spoke as though tending to a wounded child. “You’re upset. Please tell me what happened.” He spied it then— five long scratches running down your arm. “What is this?” He gestured to the angry redness of your skin. “Who did this?”

Your eyes dipped to your hand as though noticing the marks for the first time. “I ran into Lorelai—”

“Lorelai.” Fury burned in his chest. He reached out to take your hand, and this time you did not stop him. “I knew she was jealous, but I did not think she would attack you-”

“Why won’t you kiss me?” you cried.

Loki was so shocked he released your hand. “What?”

You threw your hands up. “Why won’t you kiss me? Lorelai says you used to be all over her all the time. She said you were always having sex, and you’re not one to take things slow. I thought you liked me!”

“I do!” Loki replied in a hushed tone. “I do like you, flower. Why was Lorelai even speaking to you about me in the first place? I told you she lies.”

“But you said you were together!” You wagged a finger at him, and it was then he smelled the ale on you. “You said that! So I know she’s not lying. She also said you gave her jewelry, too, just like you did to all your women.” You touched the necklace you wore. “Is that what this is? A habit?”

Never in his life had he wanted to strike a woman the way he wanted to smack Lorelai right now. He knew he should have left her in that dungeon. Alas, he was young, and that youth led him to convince his father to release her under condition. She was going straight back as soon as he found her.

“Darling, you need to tell me exactly what Lorelai said. She’s very good at twisting words and situations-”

“Oh!” Anger flared on your face. “And I’m just some silly little girl who didn’t know she was even Asgardian, so obviously I’d fall for it.”

Loki gaped. “That’s not-”

“It’s because of James, isn’t it?” you asked, and his eyes widened at the accusation. “You don’t want to kiss me because of him. You think I’m spoiled! Rotten and raped and abused and dirty-” You stopped suddenly, back going rigid.

“Flower?” He was too afraid to touch you. Instead, he let his hand hover near you in case you felt the need to take hold of it. “Flower, are you okay?”

In response, you hunched forward and vomited all over his shoes.

ooOOoo

You had never been this humiliated. Not even through James’ abuse, through him laughing at your pain and suffering, did you ever feel this level of mortification. If you had to guess why, you’d say it was because you’d done it to yourself. You drank the ale, you allowed yourself to be tricked by Lorelai and you threw up all over Loki’s shoes.

To his credit, Loki did not flinch once. He simply kicked off his now ruined shoes and led you barefoot back to your adjoined rooms. From there, he instructed you to take a bath while he got some servants to clean up the mess you made. The bath did help some, but the hot, lavender-scented water was not enough to wash away the shame you felt. By the time you were finished, you only wanted to sleep and pretend this night never happened.

Loki was waiting for you when you were done. You stepped out in your sleeping robe to find him placing a tray near your bedside table. He turned over his shoulder to look at you. “Come.”

You cast your red eyes down as you approached the bed. Loki pulled back the covers without a word, allowing you to enter. He then tucked them around you and took a seat at your side. “Drink this,” he handed you a glass with a clear, fizzy liquid. “It will help prevent any headaches and further nausea. Drink it all.”

While you drank, he took ahold of your hand. He let his fingers hover over the marks inflicted by Lorelai, and one by one, they disappeared. It was like pulling a blanket over the lines, completely obscuring them from view until only unblemished skin remained. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” He took the empty glass from you. “Rest your head. Gentle now.” He ran the back of his hand over your check, moving it all the way up until his palm rested on your head. “I’m sorry I was late to the dinner. I wish I could have prevented Lorelai from happening upon you.”

“It’s not your fault,” you whispered. “I should’ve never listened to her. I was wrong.” You wiped a tear from your eye.

“Yes you were,” Loki agreed, much to your surprise. “You were wrong when you said that I have any sort of avulsion towards you due to the sufferings you have endured. The reason I am often careful with you, the reason I do not take liberties, is not because I find you repulsive. Rather, I want to ensure I do not cross any of your boundaries. The speed at which I am courting you is not for lack of wanting.”

“I never should’ve said that,” you told him, still reeling from his admission that he was, in fact, courting you. “I was just angry. Lorelai got into my head.”

“As she is wont to do,” Loki finished. “I will deal with her at a later time. Yes, I got her the bracelet. Lorelai likes expensive things, and I often oblige to my lovers’ wants. You have to remember this was a very long time ago. My feelings for Lorelai were nothing but lust. Everyone I got involved with knew that. We haven’t even spoken since we ended all those years ago.”

“I understand.”

Loki leaned forward to press a kiss to your forehead. You could not even muster up the annoyance that it was, once again, not your lips. “Do not ever think less of yourself because of what was done to you. It was not your fault. James will be dealt with as soon as possible and as safely as possible. All of my efforts right now are diverted toward bringing him to justice without getting you more involved than you already are. Have some patience with me, and you will soon see that”.

You nodded, unable to form any words after the complete spectacle you had made of yourself.

“And one more thing,” Loki said. He lowered his face to yours, so close your noses touched. “If you wanted me to kiss you, all you had to do was say so.”

And with that, he pressed his lips to yours.

Chapter 17

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epsilbunny · 11 months

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"Look at me~" a Loki x reader smut

Summery: one evening you and Loki have your usual meet up, you both talk, always finding release from both of your stress when you talk. This evening something sparks between you two more than normal and things become more aroused and heated leading to both of you giving into your desires.

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soulpiercing · 2 months

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If I were asked my favorite Loki fic, or if I were asked to recommend the best Loki fic, it would be this one. Still ongoing, and is a masterpiece. If you haven’t read this yet, then I hope you see this and give it a read. I PROMISE you will not be disappointed.

I’m currently reading again for the 5th time, because it is just that good.

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waterhashiragiyuu · 2 years

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Loki X Fem! READER

Trigger :choking but in a gentle way

I woke up this morning thinking about our last time together. I am rolling around in my bed and i can't make myself neither fall back asleep or get up and start my day. All i can think of is how you called me beautiful as i was enjoying your body exploring mine. I can feel my naked skin under warm soft blankets, i can feel myself thirsting for your touch and words again. Getting aroused by your memory.

I am slowly using my hand to feel my wet core, surprised at how needing of you it is.

At that moment you are entering the apartment. Staring at my naked body, half way covered by blankets. You are approaching and gently petting my skin. From my cheek, down my neck, touches soft and light like petals, almost tickling. While you look deep into my eyes, you are playing with my nipples softly moving them up and down, then in circles. From pleasure i cant bare to keep my eyes open. I am starting to moan in a shy manner,wishing that i could do it louder. But i am afraid that my neighbors might hear me. But honestly, fuck them, once they woke me up by fucking loudly at 3 am.So what if they her me this time in 7 am...

Your hand is so gracefully gliding down my waist, down my stomach, teasing my core just a little. Just a little but more then enough to make me wanting you more. You are grabbing my soft thighs. I am curving my back at the pleasure of your touch. I know that i can't take it much more, but i want this to last. You are giving full attention to my clitoris now, and in a wave of pleasure i can hear you say :"say my name'.

I am feeling ashamed yet turned on and curious. I am looking at your eyes seductively yet innocent. Are you sure? You want that? I am smirking. Knowing very well that I want that too, i am just pretending. Another strong wave of pleasure overwhelms my body and i cant help but to close my eyes again and moan.

I can feel your masculine hand moving inbetween my boobs and grabbing my neck firm but gentle, while my head is falling backwards with a louder moan. I thought that i would reach my peak that very moment , but i managed not to.

-Say my name.

Another pleasure wave washes over me and this time,that is it and i know it, i couldn't contain it anymore.

As strong orgasm is shaking my body and my ears are ringing, your hand on my small neck holding me in my ecstacy... I gather courage to say out loud :... Loki!!!.. Loki!!!

After that great orgasm, in shame how much i enjoyed it i turn on my stomach and giggle. While waving my legs in the air playfully. Now this is the memory of you that i keep thinking of while i roll in my bed in early mornings.

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mochie85 · 1 year

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I am glad you made These Wicked Games Collection.

awe my dear @eleniblue 💚💚💚

You have been such a superstar to me. You always support and love my work. Thank you, babes! 🥰🥰🥰 You have no idea how much kindness and comfort that has given me. Thank you!

I'm glad too. After "To Have and To Hold" (which was completely angst-ridden) I wanted to go on a different route and make something completely smut-ridden.

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Working on the next chapter of "These Wicked Games" right now: Truth or Dare.

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supbeeches · 2 years

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need fic prompts.... there's a teeny weeny chance I'm gonna write another one... *wink wink*

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lokisgoodgirl · 6 months

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Teenage Dream [Loki x Reader]

A link to my Masterlist is HERE Summary: A trip to Asgard means a visit to Loki's childhood bedroom - and his teenage fantasy. (w/c 1.9k) Warnings: 18+ only. Loki x Female Reader. Established relationship. Smut. Body fluids etc etc. Language.

“This is your childhood bedroom?!” Loki’s arms spread wider, turning in a lazy circle as you gape at the high ceilings and golden cornicing. Open archways lead to a balcony which runs along the full side of one wall, Asgard sprawling below in afternoon sunlight. It’s huge.

“What did you expect?” Loki shoots a lovingly indignant look over his shoulder. “Some kind of hovel-sized quarter the kind of which Stark has bestowed on Lang?”

His boots thud in quick succession on polished marble before he jumps through the air and lands on the modest queen-size with a bounce – a hand balled at his temple. The sheets have clearly been replaced since he last laid in it, but old habits die hard. The green and gold of his colours is in full effect in this room from the curtains to the tapestries and the quilt draped across the mattress. “Lie with me,” he says, looking up through his lashes. “Please?”

Something about seeing Loki dressed in his, what he still calls, ‘Midgard garms’ suddenly seems ridiculous in one of Asgard’s royal bedchambers. A pair of tight black jeans cling to his muscles, denim shifting as he draws one knee over the other to rest on the bed. His forest green t-shirt has ridden up at his lower stomach, a victim of the obscene measurements of his stretching body. He chuckles lightly, making a thick line of his obliques tighten as he slips his fingers further into mussed hair. "I told you I was a prince," he says sheepishly.

You make your way to the bed and he flips to his back, releasing a happy groan as you straddle him. His eyelids droop, a flash of his upper teeth as he bites his bottom lip. "Frigga will be expecting us," you say as you roll your hips against his crotch. "Uhhh...gods-" he grunts, large palms rubbing up your thighs tight on either side of his chest. ‘Frigga can wait. I said I would give you a tour, and give you a tour...I shall.’ "Not from down there you won’t."

You yelp as Loki sits up and his lips fasten to yours, hand cradling the back of your head and forcing you in a violent kiss. He bites your bottom lip, sucking out gently. You moan softly as his hands begin to rub your thighs again. He’s needy. The sentimentality of bringing you Asgard for the first time is doing a real number on him. Your fingers run down his neck, down the hard dips and ridges of his abdomen through the t-shirt.

“I used to pleasure myself in this bed, dreaming of a woman like you-” he says huskily, beginning to thrust upwards. The painfully tight erection bursting against denim rubs against your gusset, toying back and forth. You feel a swell of arousal web between your folds as your eyes dart towards the open door. Just a crack, but it’s enough. The guards are never far in the palace it seems, even for a Prince who’s all grown up.

“Say more,” you tease. It’s a whisper, but it seems to echo. Loki chuckles quietly into the curve of your neck before he tips you easily to the side. You meet the mattress with a bounce, your head disappearing between the crevice of two plush pillows. Loki’s long form rises above you, impossibly rectangular, spread on his knees, the denim screaming around his crotch.

“It may come as a surprise to you that I was an awkward young man,” he starts, riding up the hem of his t-shirt. His leather belt sits maddeningly at the dent of his hips, perfect alabaster skin of his stomach flashing into view. “No!? I would never have guessed...” you joke, surprised at your ability to think straight as Loki’s shirt pops over his head. He throws it away, skittering gently across the marble floor. His eyes flash mischievously.

“But I had urges, of course; fucked myself night after night like a demon; elaborate fantasies formed in my head with excruciating detail.” He falls forward against the pillows, the bulge of his shoulders tensing as he cages you.

“I wouldn’t let myself cum until every detail in my head was perfect,” he breathes, letting long tendrils of hair drag against your throat in time with the filth of his dulcet syllables. “Again and again. It was enough to drive a young man to madness.”

“Did you ever have-?” you start, cut off by a pathetic moan as Loki drags his bound cock against your clit. “Never," he whispers. "This bed is as virginal as myself when I left it.”

The warm glow of his magic pulses from his skin. Loki’s jeans are gone, replaced by a green silk robe open at the waist. It's Asgardian craftsmanship, that much is obvious. Gold weaving edges the hem, its age betrayed only by the sleeves which are a little too short. The sage shimmer melts into the wave of his hair, and for a second you can’t bring yourself to believe there wasn’t a line forming outside his bedroom every night after he came of age.

He rests back on his haunches between your legs, flipping out the robe at the nip of his taut waist. Loki’s eyes smoulder, waiting for you to ask.

“Which one do you want?” you say. It times perfectly with a twitch of his proud cock as he draws a finger back and forth along its length. His chin dips and a small smile creeps at the corner of his lips.

Loki raises a hand, a theatrical snap of his fingers making the ceiling height door to the chamber swing closed with an almighty clang. Even under normal circumstances, doors don’t close quietly in the palace; it is by design.

“My goddess riding me,” he says, raising his gaze to yours. “Then once I’ve filled her, she crawls to my face; smothers me with her perfect, dripping sex; calls my name so loudly in ecstasy that my brother hears it all the way in the taverns.”

Your brows raise. “That’s quite specific.”

Loki shrugs. “I told you. It needed to be perfect. I spent a lot of time thinking about it.” You shuffle up on the pillows, curling one side of his silk robe in a fist and pulling his mouth to yours. He manoeuvres around, lying back against the pillows with bright eyes while you crawl on top of him once more.

“Are you my sweet virginal Prince?” you ask, batting your lashes. Loki snickers. "If you like." “I do.” “Aright then,” he sniffs. “Although I should warn you, for a virgin – I am rather an expert.” “Shhh-” You press a finger to his lips. "I read a lot of books," he explains with overly-earnest eyes, muffled against your finger. “Let’s get you some practice, then..” you whisper, rolling your hips up the length of his cock. Loki whimpers, brows slanting. You can't tell if that part is for show. With a slip of his hand against your ass you feel your dress dissolve, the nip of a breeze through the open arches making your nipples stiffen. Loki’s head leaves the pillow and catches one in his mouth as your hand guides his cock between your legs. You rub the tip against your slit, slipping back and forth as guttural groans roll in his throat.

"My virgin Prince," you coo.

Loki’s head falls back to the pillow, a warning brow rising. But his eyes sparkle. Slowly, you sink down onto his cock; each hard inch of muscle tugging against your walls as you settle to the hilt.

“Every time you do that,” Loki rasps, “it’s everything I ever dreamt of in this bed, I swear.” You flatten a curl of hair back from his forehead, rocking your hips back and forth. His hands slide up your waist, cupping your breasts as he pants beneath you. A vein in his neck throbs as he grits his teeth to the ceiling. He won’t last, not today. And that’s just fine.

You press his shoulders down, limiting his thrusts. If he wanted to, he could overthrow the touch in an instant. But he wont, not today; not in this bed. Every time you reach the tip of his cock you squeeze and his lips part; every time you sink him deep into your cunt they press together, like he doesn’t trust himself not to howl. The squelching is louder now. The moaning, too. You and Loki have fucked many times, in many places – in every conceivable position, each time you think you could never be more aroused, he proves you wrong. But something’s different about him here. When his beautiful eyes open, the dark fan of his lashes seem to pop against the vibrant blue ringing blown pupils.

Loki’s fingers sink deep into the plump of your ass. He pulls in time with your rhythm, drawing the flat of his feet up. In seconds, he sits up to meet your mouth; his tongue lapping against yours with quiet desperation. Your fingers run down his abdomen and you feel his stomach clench.

“Fill me, baby-” you whine into his open mouth, “show me what Asgard’s finest cock can give me.” Loki grunts in pleasured anguish, thrusting in erratic shudders as he erupts inside your heat. The angle is tight. Fresh seed creams at the seal of your slit and wells around the rim of his half-sheathed cock as he comes undone with a ragged exhale of your name. He captures you in a messy kiss, falling away from your mouth to your chest before collapsing back to the pillows. He squints with one eye, a lazy hand beckoning. “You sure?” There’s an unusual shyness in your voice. Loki nods with a wolfish, lopsided grin; drunk on sex. You shuffle up his abdomen, feeling a thick roll of hot cum settling against your inner thigh. Your fingers curl around the wooden headboard, Loki’s large palms settling on your ass and keeping you high. His head tilts, warm tongue tracing your inner thigh and sucking his seed from your skin. A violent shiver of desire rolls down your spine, making you thrust towards his face.

“I’ll try my best-” he purrs in character from between your legs.

His eyes are all you can see as his tongue outstretches. They disappear as he dips further back, running his warmth between your folds. He tilts his chin up, a white pool collected on his tongue. Loki of Asgard looks up from bottomless eyes, the planes of his cheekbones sharpened. You shoot down and jam your tongue into his open mouth. His cum swirls within the kiss, mingling with the earthy taste of your own pussy – swallows and moans and filth sliding down your throats. Loki gasps loudly as your kiss breaks with a slurp. “Was that in your fantasy?” you ask innocently, resuming your position above his head. “I regret now, that even in the depths of my teenage depravity, it was not,” Loki growled, squeezing your ass-cheeks. He nudges you closer. “Now, finish me,” he orders as he pushes you down against his face. The flat of Loki’s tongue meets your plump clit. Each flush and fat stripe of the muscle has no pretence – he intends to make you climax; and climax hard. Your nails dig into the headboard, scratching down pristine oak lined with gold. Images of Loki as a virginal youth rear in your mind, thrashing in these sheets, under this very ceiling, twisting and unravelling beneath the beat of his fist. Your thighs begin to tremble, held steady by his fingertips sinking deep into the curve of your ass. Loki’s tongue is relentless; it swirls and captures every flush of sparking orgasm and tends it with the next lap of his attentions. Before long, your legs tense – and somehow, one of your hands has tangled in his hairline, pushing him deeper, his nose slotted perfectly at the lip of your mound. The sight is all it takes. “Loki-” you choke, punctuated by a final devastatingly soft lick of his flat tongue over your sex. “Mmrph…” he grunts, brow furrowing. You hold your breath as climax shatters you, the exhale a strangled sob of his name that sings around the ceilings and tumbles out the archways.

You collapse on his chest, the two of you panting heavily. A thin sheen of fresh sweat clings to his skin. You trace the angle of his jaw, smiling as a dream-like peace descends on his features. “Do you think Thor heard?” “From Midgard? I doubt it,” Loki sighs, letting one of his legs fall open to the side. He’s hard again. “But I can let that part of the fantasy slide. Everything else was...perfection, my love.” You prop a fist beneath your chin. “Maybe we just need to try harder.”

“Fuck harder, you mean?” Loki says, a smirk curling the corners of his lips. “You did promise me a palace tour…” you say, drawing your knuckles up the velvet skin of his cock stretching against his stomach. Loki’s smirk grows wider.

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hunny-beann · 10 months

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The Coming of Spring

Loki Laufeyson x f!Reader

Synopsis: It is May Eve on Asgard, a Holiday that exists to celebrate love, fertility, and the coming of Spring…

Though, if your lover, Prince Loki has his say in the matter (and he usually does), Spring will not be the only thing to come, nor will it be the only worshiped aspect of this particular eve.

Note: Welcome to the smut fest! For some reason I've found myself up at six in the morning writing this, so please forgive any mistakes I've made while in my horrendously exhausted state. I hope you enjoy! :)

Warnings: Pretty graphic NSFW, vulgarity, somewhat of a breeding kink, and pure unadulterated filth

Word Count: 2,419

There was a rather frantic energy pulsing throughout the room as the palace staff rushed about nervously, not a single set of idle hands to be found in the combined effort to finish the preparations for the afternoon's upcoming festivities in a timely manner.

You blew out a puff of air, already exhausted from the tasks you had completed thus far and silently cursing this day for daring to come at all.

And yet this year, as with every other, the springtime holiday still arrived, the augur of some great change, according to legend, though for you it always meant the same thing:

Waking up at five in the morning to prepare for the upcoming afternoon festival in whatever manner the queen deemed fit for the proper celebration of what had come to be well known Walpurgisnacht, or May Eve, the holiday that brought upon the loud and boisterous worship of love, fertility, and the coming of Spring.

And of course, a day so dedicated to such things was one of pleasant festivities to be certain, and thus you never failed to enjoy it, but even still, your chores weighed heavily upon you as your overworked fingers weaved petals and stems through glistening golden iron.

It had been four hours since you had gotten up to work, and somehow it had felt like an eternity, your hands cramping and begging for relief as the tips of your fingers rubbed themselves raw with duty.

You paused for a moment to yawn into the crook of your elbow, wishing for the one hundredth time within that hour alone that you had gotten more sleep the night before.

Still, it had been a worthy sacrifice, had it not? A little bit of exhaustion today in order to avoid the simmering desire of the realm's younger prince throughout the festivities, or, more accurately yet, throughout your abundant tasks that you had scheduled about your day?

Yes, almost assuredly. You had learned all too well from last year (and the other two before that), that it was rather hard to do such things as wash the finest of the palace's dinnerware with Loki's skilled fingers upon your chest or beneath your dress, after all.

So, if a bit of freedom from your concerns of being dragged off into some dark corner upon every available moment of your dear prince's day came at the cost of you being forced to wake up early while he slept away the previous evening's activities, then so be it.

At least this way, you could know for certain that you still had quite a few hours yet until someone urged the prince to rise, giving you plenty of time to complete at least the preparatory chores before he began his ever persistent search for you.

He seemed to enjoy the game of seeking you out each morning, or at whatever time it was that he rose or found himself at leave, though usually it was to do little more than tease or annoy you as you attempted to work through his ceaseless attempts at distraction.

But on a holiday like today, you found that he was typically all too content with taking his teasing quite a few steps further. That said, much to your (mostly feigned) chagrin, that did not mean that he never found himself seeking out far less innocent sounds than those of annoyance, laughter, or sheer disbelief from you on random days throughout the year.

No, Loki was incorrigible, and beyond even that, incomprehensible with his choices and behaviors, and you could normally never hope to know upon which day you might find yourself sandwiched between his chest and some palace wall, though with the arrival Walpurgisnacht, it was almost always a certainty.

Still, with something that was perhaps akin to a fool's ignorance, you dared to hope that maybe, after a night like the one this dawn had followed, your prince may have been just sated enough to make it through the holiday without torturing you so the way that he usually chose to.

Such a thought could not be so terribly remiss, could it? Not after the hours upon hours of groping, fleeting, and cradling touches that the two of you had offered one another the night before.

Not after an afternoon's worth of teasing at the hands of the god of mischief upon that very same day, or the longing glances that carried on well into the evening.

Not after he had cornered you in the garden after dinner had come to an end, speaking his long withheld and inconceivably filthy promises of what was to come clearly and casually into the cool night air as if the two of you were simply taking an evening stroll together, talking about the weather or your hobbies rather than the way he planned to have you upon his tongue within the hour, hands creating bruising imprints of obvious ownership in the soft flesh of your hips and thighs as he drove you to madness before pulling you right back toward sanity again with the blunt tip of his cock as it kissed up against your wet folds, smearing precum amongst the remnants of his saliva and the glistening drool of your already thoroughly abused cunt.

Not after you had given in a mere twenty minutes after hearing his whorish promises of what he intended to do to you once he laid his hands upon your bare flesh again, knocking quietly at his heavy chamber doors until he finally came to find you standing there, having made you wait in a manner that was no doubt intentional just so he could feel the exaggerated way that you melted against him when he finally pulled you near, kissing you deeply until his amused and teasing chuckles turned into low and rumbling groans that arose from deep within his chest, and he pulled away to order you to your knees before him, mouth open and waiting so he could see the way your eager tongue stuck out to taste him even before he was bare before you, and how your perfect thighs began to rub together in a fruitless attempt to ease the ache that the sight of him never ceased to cause.

Not after he had held you firm against his chest, arm looped around your middle as you'd laid beneath him on all fours while he'd thrust his strong and lithe hips against your trembling ones, not an ounce of mercy to be found as he hissed and moaned with reckless abandon beside your ear, the sounds of his pleasure easily matching and occasionally even drowning out your own as he reminded you of who you had been born to serve, to worship, and to cum for upon his very command.

And oh, did he command.

Eleven orgasms, if you had counted correctly, and you were fairly certain with as hazy as your mind had felt after the first four, that you had not.

Your cheeks burned red at the clear and persistent memories of the previous night, Loki's satisfied groans and sluttish moans playing over and over within your head as if he were right there with you, cock buried in whichever tight, wet hole was deemed worthy of his attentions within that particular moment.

You swallowed thickly, pressing your thighs together tightly as you continued your seemingly endless work, flower after flower coming to rest perfectly upon the third archway that had been granted your efforts for the morning thus far.

Though, in spite of how diligently you worked at your assigned chore, it seemed that the fates themselves had something against it being completed,

For what other reason could there be for such familiarly agile hands to suddenly rest upon your hips so early in the morn, in spite of the tiresome escapades that had occurred the night before?

It was so unlike the younger prince of Asgard to awaken so early after a night of passion, after which he tended to lounge upon his sheets, naked body blessing the very realm with its presence as sunlight danced upon his skin.

You had seen that many a time after all, hadn't you? So you would certainly know, better than most at that, if not better than all.

But then again, it was so very much like Loki to rise early not to seize this day, but rather to seize you upon it as he had done for the past three May Eves since he had claimed you as his own...

And maybe you had not considered that fact as diligently as you should have while working to tire him out the night before, though now you were embarrassed to admit that you scarcely knew why you would have wanted to do so in the first place.

It seemed that your rather vivid memories of the prior evening's festivities had brought about a familiar stirring betwixt your thighs, and you knew all too well that there was only one set of hands, one silver tongue, one long and devastatingly thick cock, and one god of mischief who could help you to ease your sudden discomfort.

"Good morning, my dear."

He purred against the shell of your ear, warm breaths causing your hair to flutter about delicately as his hands traveled over top your gown.

"It would seem that I require some additional support when it comes to selecting and befitting myself with the proper attire for this afternoon's festivities."

He all but purred, forcing you to bite back a shiver as you struggled not to make your already overwhelming need for him too obvious.

It was never fun to just give in, after all.

You knew all too well how much he liked the chase.

So, with that thought in mind, you steadied yourself to the best of your ability, giving your already racing imagination a few brief moments of peace before finally, you spoke,

"Is that so, my prince?"

You asked, feigning curiosity as you did your best to continue working on the task at hand, sore fingers working deftly at soft petals and slightly thorny stems as you weaved them continuously through metal.

"Well, I regret to inform you that your dear mother, our most respected queen, specifically requested that I myself create the flowered arches for the festival this year."

You began,

"She was kind enough to let me know how much she enjoyed my work upon them last eve in Lady Juniper's absence, and asked if I might be willing to work my magic for a second year running."

You heard an amused chuckle arise from behind you, and though you were certain that Loki had already planned something truly devious to drag you away from your duties with, you continued to feign innocence.

"And how could I dare say no to a request such as that, dear prince? It would seem that Lady Juniper's past maternity leave has provided me with quite the opportunity with which to rise into our lady's good graces, and who would I be to squander such a thing?"

There was a thoughtful hum from your lover as he reached beyond you to thumb at a few of the petals that decorated your current project with his left hand, though the right stayed firm upon your hip, the pads of his fingers pressing deftly into your flesh just as they had done the night before, mirroring the bruises he'd left there perfectly.

"An utter fool, to be sure."

He replied easily, voice low and smooth as he continued,

"Though, I can think of a far better way for you to rise into the All-Mother's good graces, sweetling."

He murmured, lips brushing against your neck just enough so that you could feel the smirk that rested so prominently upon them.

He had you exactly where he wanted you, though you could scarcely bring yourself to mind when there was such a tremendous desire building for him deep within your core.

"Oh?"

You asked curiously, nimble fingers still working on your once so heavily fixated on project,

"And what might that be, Prince Loki?"

At that, you felt the ever teasing god of mischief crowd your back, his hardness pressed against you as you desperately fought the urge to wriggle against his crotch just to hear the no doubt sluttish groan he would let out if you did.

Thankfully enough though, your lover seemed eager to get to the point, the reasoning for that fact somehow growing even harder at the touch of your warmth, even with it being so dulled beneath your clothing.

He chuckled,

"Well my dear, I think you would find her to be quite pleased if you were to request your own leave in the coming months."

He purred, and this time, you could not even hope to fight back the shiver that followed, your hands finding either side of the nearly completed archway with a gasp as Loki bent you over at the waist, pressing himself as close to your clothed core as he could manage with a low and eager groan, his words dripping with both amusement and thinly veiled arousal as he spoke up again,

"Would you like me to give you a reason to do so?"

He all but growled, offering you one tortuously slow gyration of his hips in order to ensure your understanding of his less than subtle connotations as the hand that had once gripped so tightly to your hip moved swiftly beneath your dress, rubbing firmly against your bundle of nerves through your undergarments as you gasped both out of humiliation for where he had you so plainly in need of him, as well as out of arousal at his confident and ever beseeching touch.

And then suddenly, you were giving fervent and almost pleading nods in response to his previous question, having given up entirely on any hope of completing your most important project of the day.

It was, after all, May Eve, and how else should one hope to properly celebrate the coming of the Spring if not by blossoming beneath the touch of the queen's beloved second son?

And, it was as Loki had so cleverly stated himself,

It was not as if you would not be arriving swiftly and permanently within Frigga's good graces soon.

No, not if the god of mischief had his way,

Not if the two of you celebrated Walpurgisnacht in the way that Freyja herself had intended.

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Additional Tag: @lokisgoodgirl (thank you very much for so kindly answering my anonymous questions regarding the SAS earlier! I've found that I have yet to develop the courage necessary to directly message any (other) particular authors yet, but I figured I can at least step outside of my comfort zone and tag you as you oh so kindly gave me permission to in your reply. Thank you again for your encouragement! <3)

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the-princess-of-loki · 2 years

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Loki pleases you

You sat in a high chair in front of Loki, who was sitting on the floor and looking expectantly at you like you had told him to do. It wasn’t usual that he would give up control but he had agreed to do it this time. You felt a thrill in your stomach but you didn’t compromise your expression. You smile seductively as you stood up from your seat and walked slowly toward the God of Mischief, swaying your hips a little bit more than necessary and you open the skirt of your dress so your legs would be revealed. Loki looked at your movements hungrily, passing his tongue through his lips and gulping down loudly. When you reached his position, you grabbed a bunch of his black curly hair and caressed it, leaning a little toward him.

“Such a good boy,” You praised him while a smirk formed on your lips. “You will stay right there where I told you, right?” You asked him while tugging his hair a little so he would look up at you once again.

“Yes, my lady,” Loki answered through his hard breathing. You smiled again and dropped your hand to caress his cheek. He leaned toward your touch.

“Now, let’s put that silver tongue of yours to good use, shall we?” Loki nodded, eager to please his lady. “If you pleasure me like I know you can, you will get your reward, understood?” He nodded. “Use your words, silver-tongued,” You demanded and he grunted low in his chest.

“Yes, my lady.”

“That’s more like it.”

You straddled his shoulders, opening your legs the most you were able to without ripping your dress apart and lined up your very core with his mouth. Loki knew exactly what you wanted from him and he gave you exactly that. First, he licked your wet folds slowly and sensually and you gave him a little pull in his black hair. At that, he started to move his tongue in circular motions exactly in the spot you wanted. You moaned and started to ride his mouth taking your pleasure from his mouth. Loki grabbed your legs with his free hands and caressed them up until he was able to grab your backside. He squeezed you, bringing you closer to his mouth and at that you stood up and moved away completely from him, difficult as it was.

“You are a bad boy,” You told him while you grabbed forcefully his chin which was full of your juices. “Did I allow you to use your hands?”

“No, my lady. I just grew desperate-”

“I care not for your excuses,” You interrupted him quickly. “Maybe I should pleasure myself in front of you, not allowing you to touch me at all, and you will learn your lesson, hmmm?” You asked him taking some steps away from him. Loki’s green eyes grew wide and he knelt in front of you.

“No, my lady, please, I beg you. Let me pleasure you, I will do as you ask,” You have never heard Loki beg for anything and the control you had over him at that moment had you shivering. “Please,” He begged once more, resting some of his weight on his hands and looking down at the floor.

“Fine,” You sighed as if it were great trouble for you, “This time, behave: no hands allowed, only your tongue.”

“Yes, my lady. As you wish,” Loki answered while resting his weight on his heels, his green eyes showing his gratitude as if you had given him the key to all his dreams coming true.

You walked toward him again and he remained still in his position, his hands resting on his knees. This time, you put only one of your legs over his shoulders, letting him see what he wanted. You saw his green eyes get filled with lust, however, he remained still.

“Kiss me,” You ordered him and he smiled broadly.

Loki kissed your calf, going up the inside of your knee, your tight until he reached your core again. He looked up at you, asking for permission with his beautiful green orbs and you nodded while caressing his long black curly hair. He licked you again and then went straight to your pulsing core licking you and sucking you just as he knew you liked it. He was doing exactly what you wanted from the very beginning and soon you were moaning his name while you rode his face, getting closer and closer to your crest. You entwined your hand in his black hair and pressed him closer to you as you rode and rode his face.

Finally, you opened your eyes and threw your head backwards, stiffing for a moment in your position until you started to shake uncontrollably with your release. Loki swallowed everything you had to offer him and then gently grabbed you for you to be in a steady position since he could feel your legs trembling. After you came back from your afterglow, you stood on both your feet and looked at him with a smile on your face.

“Since you had been such a good boy to me, I’ll give you your reward,” You caressed his hardness with your foot fingers and he moaned but stayed in his place. “Is that what you want, my love?” You asked him with a smirk on your face.

“Yes, my lady. Please,” His breath has quickened with your small movements and his green eyes told you he would do anything for you at that moment. You smiled adoringly at your prince while you knelt in front of him.

“You do know that I love you, right, my prince?” You asked him caressing his cheek sweetly.

“I know. I love you too, my princess,” Loki answered before kissing your palm.

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lady-rose-moon · 2 years

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A birthday to remember || Loki x Reader ||

A/N: okay! Okay! This was meant to be posted on @lokisgoodgirl 's birthday but motivation hit an all time low so I've only just finished it. Sorry, dearest, it's here now <3

Warnings: smut, fluff, baking wars, a LOT of smut

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x Reader

The light had only just begun to appear across the horizon but it awoke one member of the Asgardian Palace. Even through the blackout curtains, the rays of light seemed to shine in the eyes of Loki Laufeyson, seiðr master and your husband. The Prince groaned and rolled over in bed, his strong arms pulling your form closer to him as he tried to settle back into sleep but he was fully awake now.

“Loki,” you whispered drowsily, sighing happily at the warmth of his bare torso against your back, “why are you awake so early?”

“I should ask you the same question,” the sorcerer commented with a tired smirk before pressing a kiss to your neck, “happy birthday.”

You moaned and rolled over to face him. His eyes bore into yours and you knew that for a moment, he was looking into your soul and finding only love and satisfaction in how you loved him. The Prince smiled and cupped your cheek, pulling you into a gentle kiss as you shuffled close to him to gain more friction.

“I dreamt of you last night,” Loki whispered against your lips, his hands roaming down your bare body as you gasped and moaned for him, “would you like me to give you a demonstration?”

You smirked and reached up for him, "show me, Lokii!"

The sorcerer smirked and kissed you deeply, cupping your cheek as his tongue explored your mouth and he groaned as your hips lifted to grind against his hardened cock between the two of you but his hand pushed your hips into the mattress and he pulled away.

"Do you trust me?" Loki asked, a black blindfold appearing with a green glow of his magic.

"Eternally," you whispered and he smiled warmly, leaning over you to press a soft kiss to your lips before securing the blindfold over your eyes and leaning away again.

As Loki knelt there between your legs, he just studied how perfect your body was to him. He didn't care about how your body looked, you were his and he was yours. He could never think badly about his girl.

Smiling, the sorcerer started to plant kisses down your body starting from your neck and leading all the way down to your abdomen, stopping before reaching the place you both wanted most. He shuffled away a bit before lifting up one of your legs and attaching his mouth to your inner thigh, sucking the skin hard enough to leave a bruise and he smirked at the small sounds that you were releasing for him.

When his mouth attached to your core, the shriek of pleasure that you released had Loki's cock throbbing as he devoured your sweet cunt with his talented tongue. His poor Princess had gone all of yesterday without getting this satisfaction, how could he let that continue on her birthday? Two dexterous fingers made their way inside you and your head rolled back as your throat let out a desperate cry for Loki to cease his teasing.

You remembered how gentle Loki was when he first took you. Your pussy wept with arousal at the memory of the delighted smile on his face as he pulled up your dress to give your legs the attention he knew you deserved. Blindly, your hand drifted down to hold his hair and you moaned desperately into the night as his fingers picked up the pace and your body started to tremble.

Just as you were about to fall over the edge, Loki pulled his fingers out of you and knelt again, sucking your juices off his fingers while keeping his eyes on your puzzled expression even under the blindfold.

"What?" he whispered deviously, leaning over you to press a gentle kiss to your desperate lips and he knew you tasted yourself on his lips. When he pulled away and stroked your leg, he watched you whine and push your hips closer to him, "my, you are desperate tonight, aren't you?"

Your face coloured at his comment but still pouted and tried to catch his attention with the movement of your hips.

Suddenly, your airway was almost cut off. Your body stilled at the lack of breath before it registered in your brain and you moaned. Silence reigned through the room for a moment before Loki ripped the blindfold off of you and your eyes adjusted to the firelight in the room. You gazed up at your husband and gaped when you saw how stunned he looked.

"Did you... did you like that?" he asked, staring down at you before looking at your gushing cunt that tensed at his question.

You nodded eagerly and Loki's lips contorted into a sinister smirk, pulling your hips closer to him. "Darling," he whispered with a deep groan, "we will explore that later."

Your smile was enough to blow him away but he wrapped one of your legs around his waist instead and lined himself up before sinking into you, relief consuming him as he leaned over you and rested his head in the crook of your neck with a moan. His hips began to move at a slow pace and you moaned beneath your husband, your hips meeting Loki's lazy thrusts.

Pulling away from your neck, Loki looked into your glassy eyes and kissed your lips softly, smiling when you reciprocated with keen pleasure. His hips started to thrust harder and your moans grew louder as his cock hit your g-spot repeatedly, making your legs feel like jelly as his hips bounced against yours.

"Lo-Loki! Loki, I can't..." you breathed, head lolling to the side as your mind started to go blurry from the pleasure your husband was giving you, your moans growing filthy and desperate as your orgasm approached.

"You don't cum until I say so," Loki growled, sweat beading on his brow as his thrusts quickened, his hand falling to circle your clit. He was so close to the edge, he was almost there.

You held your orgasm as long as you could, tears brimming in your eyes as you gasped in pleasure and rolled your hips against his fingers, your mind lost to all reason. "Master," you slurred, Loki's cock twitching inside you at the use of his dom name, "please!"

Loki smirked and quickened his pace on your clit as he approached the edge of his orgasm and when he felt himself falling, he allowed you your relief. The orgasm that consumed the both of you was earth-shattering and you screamed for all the mountain to know. Loki’s head fell forward and he moaned blissfully while his hips thrust lazily against yours, “ahhn~ Y/N!~”

In the aftermath, Loki carefully withdrew from you and shushed you when you whined from the pain. He left you on the bed for a few moments before returning with a damp towel and clearing away the mix of your juices with a small smile.

“You dreamt that?” you asked drowsily, moaning as the towel brushed against your sore clit and also wiped against your entrance.

The Prince released a soft chuckle and red painted his cheeks as he nodded. “I am not ashamed to admit that you screamed a fair bit more than you did in my dream,” he whispered against your ear and he watched as you shuddered, “shall we go back to sleep?”

You hummed softly and curled into Loki’s embrace before falling back to sleep.

A few hours later, you walked into the Palace’s library with only Loki’s shirt and cloak on and a cup of tea in your hand. You smiled when you saw Loki standing against one of the bookcases so you walked over to him and rested your head on his arm.

When Loki realised that you were there, he looked down at you with a soft smile before bending down to press a soft kiss to your lips. “Happy birthday, my sweet Y/N,” he whispered tenderly, his hand cupping your cheek and he watched you melt into the touch.

“What do you have planned for today?” you asked shyly, playing with the hem of Loki’s shirt you were wearing and you watched his eyes scan your face before you sighed and whispered, “do you have to go to any meetings with your father and brother?”

“No,” Loki responded quickly, kissing down your face to your neck and you released a soft moan, “I have asked Mother to take over my duties today so that we can spend some time together for your birthday, sweet Y/N.”

A smile lit up your face as you hugged him and pressed a kiss to his lips, which he quickly reciprocated eagerly. As you pulled away, you batted your eyelids and your hand roamed down to cup his semi-hard cock through his trousers and you whispered, “allow me to show you my gratitude.”

Loki’s eyes clouded with lust and he smirked as he pulled you into another rough kiss as your hand unzipped his pants and released his hardening cock from the confines of his trousers. Loki groaned against your lips as you slowly began to move your hand up and down his cock, causing the sorcerer in front of you to suck in a gasp and moan.

You whined before dropping to your knees, your hands slowly trailing down the sides of his body as you gazed up at him. A sultry smirk spread across your lips as you cupped his hardening length and simply held it for a moment, admiring how thick it was.

With an eager moan, you gently held the base of his cock as you pressed a kitten lick to the tip. Loki cursed below his breath and his hand fell to caress your cheekbone as you began to press it into your mouth. The feel of him on your tongue was bliss. You had yearned for his cock in your mouth since you had woken up again to see him getting dressed for the day, fumbling awkwardly with the morning wood he had.

"Faen, Y/N," Loki cursed, thrusting into your mouth gently, listening to the glorious sounds of your approval.

Your hand held the base of his cock as you began to bob your head, one of your hands slipping beneath your thighs to toy with your clit as you increased your movement.

Loki looked so delighted at the feeling of his cock being warmed in the wet warmth of your mouth, his head tossed back and he released a primal groan as his hips thrust into your mouth. You moaned and continued to circle your clit as your other hand cupped his balls and squeezed.

"Oh, fuck!" Loki cursed, eyebrows being pulled together from the overwhelming pleasure that you were giving him, "fuck, nngghh, I'm gonna cum, fuck, Y/N, gonna cum."

You smirked and continued to increase your pace, taking him deeper down your throat until you felt the weak whine of the Prince and you settled as thick ropes of hot cum filled the back of your throat and said Prince hissed.

"Oh Norns," Loki whispered blissfully, sheathing himself and helping you to his feet. As you got to your feet, you lifted your fingers to his mouth and watched with satisfaction as he eagerly began to suck your juices off of your fingers. “You spoil me, my love,” the man growled after you pulled your fingers from his mouth.

You giggled and winked at him before holding his hand and grinning. “Let’s bake a cake! I know you could easily use magic but I wanna do it the human way!” you demanded excitedly, already beginning to drag the Prince into the kitchen.

“Y/N,” Loki protested lightly, “my hands automatically resort to magic…”

“Your hands bring me to orgasm after orgasm,” you cut him off quickly, glaring at him with satisfaction as your answer shut him up, “I’m pretty sure they can bake a cake manually.”

With a sigh, Loki relented and followed you into the kitchen. “Just one cake, you hear me?”

You smiled and nodded before clearing the island and preparing to make the cake, getting the flour, eggs, sugar and correct water amount needed. You smiled over at him and he summoned the bowls with his magic before standing by your side and starting to bake.

While you were working, you sneaked glances at him and smiled as he was biting his tongue in concentration at the mixing and your smile melted into a cheeky grin as you exploited his weakness.

Grabbing a handful of flour, you threw it at him and gasped when it hit him in his hair. You’re screwed. And not in a good way. Turning to you, he tilted his head and lifted his hand and it lit up with his magic before your hair was covered with flour. You yelped in shock before laughing loudly, grabbing clumps and throwing them at him.

The flour war that ensued was exhilarating, you didn't expect this to happen but you wouldn't change it for the world. The cupcakes were taken out and protected from the war and the winner was ultimately you by getting to the bottom of the flour packet and throwing it in his face, making him splutter.

Breathing heavily, you looked around the kitchen and snorted at how it looked terrible and covered with flour. You looked at Loki and laughed loudly, doubling over and holding your stomach as you laughed. The cooks wouldn’t be impressed when they came back but who cared about that?

After the cake was successfully made, you and Loki calmly decorated it and sat at the table, cutting two decently sized slices and sharing bites occasionally. The sun was beginning to set outside the next time you looked and you gasped in shock at how quickly the time had passed but you found that you didn’t care.

“You didn’t get to finish earlier,” Loki said out of the blue as your attention was focused on the sky changing outside and you turned to face him with confusion, “did you parade yourself around the Palace bare underneath my shirt like a slut?”

Your cheeks tainted red as you looked at him in shock before you trailed your foot up his leg, “why don’t you come see?”

Loki rounded the counter and hooked his arm around your waist and threw you onto your glass table, pushing up your shirt and barely biting back a moan when he saw that you were bare beneath it. “As I said,” he purred, “a slut.”

“You know, you really do know how to flatter a lady-ahhhn!” you cried out as Loki’s tongue made contact with your needy clit and he began to flick it casually, his eyes never leaving yours as you angled your head to watch him explore you.

The Prince continued his assault on your weeping cunt as you released beautiful little sounds that sent pleasure straight to his hardening cock. As his tongue lapped up the juices that your body gave him, he began to exaggerate the slurping sounds that he made and watched as your eyes rolled at the pleasure.

You’d had your fair share of experience with getting head but Loki? Loki was on another level! His curled ebony hair gleamed in the late hour sun as he hurriedly latched onto your clit and slowly began to suckle, driving more moans out of your throat, drowned out by the bouncing music inside your apartment.

Your hand fell down between your legs to gently pull on the black locks belonging to the expert between your thighs. You whined as he began to kitten lick the sensitive bundle of nerves and you began to feel the coil of electricity building up in the tips of your toes and in your core.

“L-Loki!” you moaned, eyebrows pulled together as you relished in the moments that Loki built up your orgasm, “f-fuck.”

Loki watched as your legs began to shake from the intensity of the pleasure and he pressed forward, his hands massaging your thighs as his expert tongue flicked over your clit and made your back arch as your orgasm speedily approached.

It didn’t take long with Loki’s temptation to send you over the edge into bliss and as you rode the waves of pleasure, Loki continued to lap up your juices until you could give no more and he stood once he was sure you were done and pushed down your shirt with a smirk.

“Let that be a lesson that parading yourself around when anyone can see you is strictly forbidden,” he growled playfully, pulling you up to kiss you softly and he whispered tenderly, “happy birthday, Y/N.”

The rest of the night was spent with you and Loki making a sneaky trip down to Midgard, renting a room in a fine hotel and watching a few movies, throwing popcorn at the screen when the story was too cheesy. You never turned the channel off. You continued watching because moments like these are meant to be cherished and you knew that this was a memory to remember with your husband.

As you got back into bed that night, you watched Loki undress and stretch his muscles before lighting the fire in the hearth and you smiled as you sat up in bed, pulling the blanket up to protect your modesty as you watched him. “Have you ever… you know…” you trailed off nervously.

“Have I ever wanted to fuck you in front of the fire? Yes, I have,” Loki replied easily and smirked as he watched you blush shyly and he chuckled, “we don’t have to do it right now, I have made you cum a few times today and you, me.”

“It’s my birthday!” you replied quickly, slipping out of bed and padding over to him, pushing him down to the carpet with a smirk, “the birthday girl wants to fulfil this dirty fantasy.”

Loki eagerly laid down on the carpet, proudly bare for you and his cock standing to attention as he anticipated the pleasure you both will feel from this. Slowly, you dropped to your knees and lined his cock up with your cunt, slowly sinking down until he was bottomed out.

Throwing your head back, you moaned and rolled your hips down against him, slapping a hand over your mouth as your eyebrows knitted and Loki's hands attached to your hips. Slowly, you righted yourself and began to bounce on his cock, moaning and whimpering in pleasure as tears formed in the corners of your eyes. Your magic was sparking and fizzling, Loki's eyes locked onto your body bouncing on his cock.

The Prince gasped as you continued to fuck yourself on his cock and his hands slipped around you to your back, pushing you down until you were leaned over and he latched onto one of your breasts, teasing the nipple and suckling as you whimpered and rocked your hips harder against him. Sucking in a breath, the God massaged one of your nipples while sucking on the other, nipping it and twisting it with his teeth as he listened to your drunken moans above him.

"Oh fuck! Mmmm, you feel so good inside me, baby, do you like that? So deep within your wife? Yeah? Mmmm, fuck, I'm gonna cum!" you moaned, gently pulling his mouth off of your nipple so you could sit up again and you looked between the two of you and moaned when you saw a bulge in your abdomen.

Oh, Gods above this man was definitely a God, sculpted out of clay and given to the mortal world as a fucking blessing. He made a bulge in your stomach for fucks sake!! You gently palmed the bulge and screamed when Loki threw his head back and roared as he came deep inside you, you toppling over the edge with him as you screamed his name.

With paced deep breaths, Loki came back to reality before you and eased out of you before carrying you over to the bed and laying you down. He cleaned you up again and pressed a gentle kiss to your temple before helping you cuddle into him and watching you fall asleep with your head resting on his chest.

“Happy birthday, Y/N,” Loki whispered tenderly as his fingers raked through your hair, “I love you, beloved wife. I would've chosen you a thousand times over Norns be damned.”

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