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ashfaceiwa · 3 years ago

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can i request a drabble for shy tipsy loki wanting cuddles and kisses from his s/o? :33

You ask, I write! Thank you so much 💖💖

It fills me with joy to have so many requests so soon, thank you🥺

*My requests are open*

Pairing: Loki x Fem!Soulmate Reader

Summary: Loki's a bit drunk and seeks out your love.

Warnings: Cuteness overload.

Loki taglist: @lokisprettygirl22 @lucky-foxface @otakumultimuse-hiddlewhore @high-functioning-lokipath @thereadinggeek @el-zef @apine7 @beakami

My Beloved

“ANOTHER!!” you heard Thor from the other side of the room, recognizing immediately the laughter that belonged to your dearest boyfriend, who was drinking next to his brother.

Another party Tony threw in the tower to release some tension and stress, working rather well so far, you even got to see Natasha flirt with Dr. Banner, you were totally going to tease her afterwards.

“What is he doing?” Pepper came your way, two drinks in hand which she handed one to you, all while giggling at Loki, “Just being himself” she couldn’t believe it, the infamous god dancing? “I don’t remember him like this” you laughed and patted her shoulder, “I cherish this moments, when he can just laugh and allow himself to be goofy, Thor does even more than me, I love seeing them together just having a good time as brothers” Loki caught your loving stare, smiled and shushed everyone until the room was silent.

Then he resumed singing:

I stormsvarte fjell jeg vandrer alene

Over isbreen tar jeg meg frem

I eplehagen står møyen den vene

Og synger: når kommer du hjem?

Never breaking eye contact with you, barely keeping his balance, but holding the notes amazingly. When he finished he fell on Thor’s side, belly laughing and just being genuinely happy, “I love him so much” you sighed taking place next to Natasha, “When he’s like this he’s even likable” you threw an olive to Barton, “Don’t be an asshole, Loki doesn’t need to be drunk to be likable!” they laughed, of course they wouldn’t understand.

“Y/N!!” Loki’s cheerly calling your name made you look behind you, Thor helped him move to you by holding him up by his shoulders, then sat him to your right. Loki immediately pulled you flush against him, nuzzling his face in your hair and the crook of your neck.

“Y/n! you heard me sing?” he was just like a child in this state, he was so careless and cute, “Yes! My love, that was amazing!” he pulled your legs up to sit across his lap, rosing the tip of your nose with his lips, “Jeg kan ikke tro at jeg har deg i livet mitt” he whispered lovingly, “Min elskede, du er det beste som noen gang har skjedd meg” you answered back.

“Can we go? I need you all to myself” he kissed your neck, right under your ear, “Go? Already? I thought you were having fun” he whined, hugging you tighter, “I need your cuddles, and I want to feel you” he kissed your cheek, “And feel your weight on top of me” another kiss to your bare shoulder since the dress you wore was sleeveless, “And I want your kisses, your hugs, your smell” he loudly smooched your lips before looking at you with his irresistible frost giant puppy eyes, “I want you, pretty please?”.

He damn knew you couldn’t say no to him, “Well guys, we’ll take our leave, see you tomorrow” as soon as he heard you he teleported himself with you still on his lap, only to re appear in his bed, your body straddling his.

“What do you need min elskede?” he smiled as you leaned down to pamper his face with kisses. His hands wandered down to grab hold of the hem of your skirt, slowly pulling it up as his knuckles brushed your thighs, then your belly, until he completely discarded it.

“I love when you wear my colors” he purred burying his face in between your breasts, your underwear was forest green, laced, just like he likes it.

“I know baby” he purred into your skin, he felt so comfortable with you. "I love you Y/n" he gasped and acted like he just realized that.

"Me too my love" he took off his dress shirt and threw it away, your skin totally against his. It was something of the closeness while being naked, not as a sexual thing, but as a intimate contact moment between you and him, it just felt right.

He sighed and let out a moan, carrying out a jawn in the process. "Wanna sleep, my love?" He hummed in yes before he looked up and made kissy lips, he looked so cute! "One more kiss and then is pajama time" you pecked his lips but he pulled you by the nape of your neck and kissed you in a far deeper manner.

"Nooooo, kiss me, kiss me more my love...please?" Your heart clutched, who were you to say no? So, you accommodated yourself in his lap, gently making him look up at you and started spreading kisses all over his face.

He giggled wholeheartedly, roaming your back with his hands. "Sleepy?" You asked after he let out a jawn, followed by a few kisses to your collarbone. He groaned in response and with a flick of his wrist he changed both of you into pajamas.

He had been working so hard lately, it seemed fair that you spoiled him a little, "My love, why don't we...you know" you traveled down his torso, but he stopped you, "Not tonight my love"

"But your needs, you've been working so hard, it's only fair" he stopped you with a kiss, "I only need you in my arms, so come here, I want cuddles" you crawled up to him, failing onto his chest thanks to him. Actually, you ended up sleeping on top of him as he wanted.

He pulled you closer, if that was even possible, mumbled a few things you couldn't understand, and when you asked what he was saying he just shook his head, placing kisses all over your neck then your lips.

"I love you so much my beloved" he smiled against your lips.

"I love you more, my dearest".

**Translations**

“Jeg kan ikke tro at jeg har deg i livet mitt" (I can not believe I have you in my life)

“Min elskede, du er det beste som noen gang har skjedd meg” (My beloved, you are the best thing that ever happened to me)

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ashfaceiwa · 3 years ago

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Leather-Bound (3)

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

Summary: You face the wrath of the princess and Loki makes a choice.

A/N: Yeah, there's gonna be a part four.

Word Count: 3.8k

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

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PART 3

There were many things you could have said to the furious princess before you. You could have apologized, considering you were probably going to die today. There was no sugarcoating it or pretending otherwise. You could have thrown yourself at her feet and begged for mercy since she was sure to tell everyone from here to the end of the nine realms that she found you naked in the prince’s bed. Instead, the only thing that came out of your mouth was:

“What are you wearing?”

The leather outfit with matching whip was decidedly not court wear. Princess Linnea wore a tight-fitting black bodice with pants that ended mid-thigh, and lace stockings that travelled down her legs into black boots. Never had you seen such clothing on Asgard. Even her hair was different— slicked back and gathered in a long braid that brushed the backs of her thighs. You quirked a brow. Had she… Had she been planning on seducing Loki?

“What are you smiling about, you whore?” Your grin dropped. You hadn’t even noticed it cross your face. “How dare you lie so indecently in the prince’s bed? I can’t wait to tell him what his maid is up to.” Linnea’s upper lip curled away from her teeth. “The nerve of a lowborn. Thinking you are worth anything.”

Princess Linnea’s words brought tears to your eyes. It often bothered you how many things you had to miss out on in your life being a member of the lower class. If only you had been born with a bit more privilege, maybe you could have developed your interests. You loved reading, writing even more so, but those life paths were reserved for persons with the means to afford the correct teachings and trainings. Your family always just seemed to miss the mark.

Your mother was a retired maid, and you took up her mantle in the palace. Though she was good at it, she had never made it to serving a royal. You never knew why Prince Loki chose you. He never cared much for who served him once they were clean and silent, and he certainly never bestowed gifts on them like he did you.

Loki was a good listener who never seemed to mind your incessant chatting while you cleaned his room. He was always present in time for your chores, either inputting his own conversation or just working at his desk while you dusted his shelves and swept his floors. It was probably during these times that you mentioned things you liked—feathered pens, chocolates, warm blankets—all of which would end up in your room by days end with no note or explanation. The book was just the biggest surprise of them all.

“Hello.” Your chin was grabbed roughly, head jerked up to meet the eyes of the furious princess. “I asked you a question. Tell me what the fuck you’re doing in the prince’s bed.”

“I…”. What were you to say? That you were sleeping with the prince? That you were having a secret affair? Was it even an affair? You were so confused by Loki’s behaviour. “I..”

“I, I, I. Have you suddenly become lame?” She dug her nails into your cheeks. “Tell me what you’re doing in the prince’s bed!”

“The prince told me I could stay here.”

Linnea sneered. Her fingers dug deeper, making you wince. “Tell me the truth, girl! I’ll have your head cut off if you don’t.”

“I’m telling the truth!” Your eyes watered from the sting in your cheeks. This was not the kind of pain you liked. “The prince told me I could stay here.”

Princess Linnea’s eye twitched. Quicker than you could react, she reached out and grabbed a fistful of your hair, wrenching you out of the prince’s bed. Your body fell onto the floor with a mighty ‘thump’.

“Princess!”

“Don’t ‘princess’ me,” she snarled. “Let’s see how well those lies hold up against the king himself. I cannot wait to inform him of your blasphemy!”

She used her strength to drag you out of Loki’s room and into the hallway outside. You kept one hand on the thin sheet covering your naked body, another batting desperately at her hand. Every strand of hair she pulled felt like it was ripping away from your scalp.

“Let go!” you pleaded. “Princess, please!”

“Shut up, you worthless twit!”

Surprisingly, your little reprieve came in the form of a golden décor table bolted to the ground. It was at the corner of hallway, and you grabbed onto the leg like your life depended on it. In this case, you supposed it did.

“Release it!” The princess ordered! “Release it now!” You wanted to smirk. There was no way you were letting go and she could not rip the table out of the ground. The princess knew it too since she dropped your hair and reached for your sheets instead. “Okay. Let’s play a different game.”

You yelped and let go of the table leg to secure the sheet around your body. The princess tugged at the the top of it, trying to wrench it from your grasp. Panicked and not wanting your naked body to be bared to the palace, you kicked out and caught her in the shin. She stumbled into the opposite wall with a stuttered gasp.

Too late, you realized your mistake. “Princess! I’m so sorry!” You reached out a hand to her. “Forgive me!”

“Forgive you?” Her hand tightened on the handle of the whip she held. A murderous expression crossed her pretty face. “You just kicked a princess of Vanaheim! I can take your head for this, but first you must suffer.”

She raised the whip.

“Princess—”

It sliced through the air, creating a ‘swooshing’ sound that had you covering your face. When no lash came, you peaked through the spaces in your fingers. Princess Linnea wore a dumbfounded expression, wrist poised in a completed strike of her weapon, and in front of her was Prince Loki. The fall of the whip was in his hand.

“M-my prince,” she stammered. “I-I was just—”

“Silence!” He turned to you. “Pet, are you okay?” You stammered out a quick ‘no’, watching how his eyes softened at your frightened tone. He held out a hand to you. “Come to me.” You obliged, rising to shaky feet and taking his hand. He pulled you behind him so you were protected from the wrath of the princess.

“Princess Linnea. Care to tell me why you were about to beat my maid?” The princess seemed too stricken to speak. “I’m not going to ask you again.”

“S-she was in your bed,” the princess tattled. “Naked and—”

“Yes, I know. I left here there like that. Didn’t she tell you?” Loki turned to you. “Didn’t you tell her?”

“I did. She accused me of lying.”

Loki lifted a brow. “Is that so?” He gave a sharp tug on the fall. The entire thing went flying from the princess’ hand and landed on the ground. “First, you enter my rooms without permission in that gaudy get-up for what I can only assume was a terrible attempt at a seduction,” here, the princess flushed scarlet, “and now I find you not only dragged my maid from the bed I left her in, but you attempted to lash her all the same.” He took a step closer to her. “Did you think this was going to end well for you?”

Derision crossed the princess’ face. “Me? What about you. What do you think your father will say when he finds out about this? Or my father?” She looked at you with a scornful expression. “Rolling around in the sheets with a dirty maid when you should be getting to know me, your future wife.”

“Wife?” You pulled your hand away from Loki, who suddenly would not meet your gaze. “Wife?”

“Oh, did he not tell you that?” Her brows lifted in faux concern. “King Odin went to my father proposing a marriage between me and the younger prince. Since Prince Thor is off gallivanting with that mortal, he decided it would be best to hold down a proper marriage for one of his sons.” Linnea sneered at you. “Though it seems he is messing that up as well.”

“Loki, is this true?” You could tell by his face that it was, but you needed to hear it from him. “Loki?”

“Partly,” he answered, “but—”

You wished to hear no more. Before he could finish his sentence, you turned on your heel and booked it to his room.

ooOOoo

Tears blurred your vision as you made your way into the prince’s bedroom. You dropped the sheets around you, not caring if anyone saw you as your searched for your dress. Where was it? Loki had made you strip earlier in front of his bed, so that would make it…There! You spied the golden skirts sticking out from under his bed. You bent to retrieve it, and heard the door shut behind you.

“Pet—”. You did not even turn around.

“Save it.” The dress was pulled over your head and skirts smoothed down. All you had to do was tie the laces up behind, which would be a lot easier if you had a mirror to help you along. “I don’t want to hear what you have to say.”

Footsteps made their way over to you. You kept your attentions on lacing up the dress. “Pet, let me explain. It is not at all what the princess says.” You whirled around to face him.

“Oh,” your arms folded across your chest, “so she was lying? There’s no proposal?”

Loki winced. “Well, there is—”. You gave a tight nod.

“That’s all that really matters, isn’t it?” You turned away from him as the tears welled once more. “She’s a princess and you are a prince. You’re supposed to get married. There are no happy endings for maids like me.” Your hands reached behind you again to fasten the bindings. They trembled so hard that you could not get the lace into the last metal eyelet.

“I never should have gotten involved with you,” you continued. “Stupid. So stupid! Should have just declined the job when it was offered.” At this point, you weren’t sure if you were speaking to him or admonishing yourself. “Never should have come into your room in the first place. Should have just let you send me to a whorehou— Oh fuck, this dress!”

“Let me.” Cool fingers descended on your hands.

“No!” You pushed him away. “Don’t touch me! I can do it myself!”

“Darling.” You hated how weak in the knees that made you. “Please listen to me.”

“Were you ever going to tell me you were getting married?” you questioned. “Or was I just supposed to find out on your wedding day?”

Loki gave a long, exasperated sigh. “I am not getting married. No one is getting married. The princess is under the wrong impression.”

You lifted a brow. “That’s not what I seemed like to me. It seems to me that you just wanted one final fling before your impending marriage and chose me to do it. A little maid to fuck because no one would believe her if she told. Or maybe,” your voice lowered, “maybe you were going to string me along so I’d agree to be an on the side bed warmer.”

“Pet,” Loki hissed, eyes flashing with real fury, “if I wanted you to be my mistress, I’d hardly have to trick you to do so.”

The slap you hit him resonated throughout the room. His head whipped to the side, a bit of spittle flying from his mouth. He turned his head back after a few seconds to look at you. Surprise filled his eyes as he pressed a hand to the reddening cheek.

Neither of you spoke for a long time. Loki kept staring at you, and you kept staring at your hand. You could not believe it. You hit him. You had actually hit the prince of Asgard. Your hand smacked against your forehead. Two royals in one day. That had to be a record.

“I suppose I deserved that,” Loki said. He rubbed the skin of his cheek twice before dropping his hand altogether. “Do you feel better now?”

“Yes.” You hated to admit it. “Yes, I do.”

“Good. Hopefully that tides you over long enough to listen to me.” He pointed to the bed. “Sit.” You sat stiffly, crossing your legs and trying to appear as demure as possible with half your dress hanging open. “I’m not marrying the princess. My father did go to her father with a proposal, yes, but I declined. That’s what the meeting was about. I don’t want to marry her. I cannot stand her!”

“Then why is she under the impression that she’s going to marry you?” You shot back. “She seemed quite sure of herself.” Loki gave a bitter smile.

“Her over confidence will be the end of her. My father might be inclined to force a marriage but my mother would never allow that. I can choose who I want to marry, and I do not want to marry her.”

You took in this information in silence. “So,” you looked at him, “who do you want to marry?” His eyes flickered over your face.

“I’m not getting married anytime soon. That’s what’s important here.” He took a seat next to you on the bed—cautious at first then more relaxed when you did not push him away. “I am not marrying her, or anyone else, and I am not playing games with you. You have fascinated me since the day I first caught you stealing away under that tree to gorge yourself on borrowed books and that is why I chose you. I wanted to get to know you better, and you were good for it.”

Loki reached up to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear. The romantic action brought a flush to your cheeks. “I didn’t know that,” you whispered. “I just thought you wanted to fuck me.”

“Oh, that’s true as well. You must have realized by now that I cannot keep my hands off of you.” He trailed a finger down to the centre of your neckline. “I was trying to figure out how to express my affections without making you feel as though your job was on the line. It was by a stroke of luck that I found you in my bed. My dear,” he caressed your cheek, “I was never going to send you to a whorehouse. I noticed you liked the game and I love to play.”

“Is that why you sent me those gifts? Because you fancied me?” Loki gave a nod, looking quite proud of himself. You threw your hands up. “Ugh, Loki!” The pride dissipated.

“What? What did I do?”

“You’re an idiot!” You shoved him. “I don’t need gifts or for you to fuck me sideways. All you had to do was tell me.” His eyes widened in innocence, as though the thought never crossed his mind. It made you shove him again. “Don’t look at me like that! You talk all the time, Loki. You never shut up! What happened to your words this time?”

“I..”. His mouth closed, features contorting in confusion. “I did not think of that.”

“Yeah, because you’re stupid,” you hissed. “If you had just told me upfront what was going on with you and with this proposal, none of this would have happened. Gods!” You slammed a fist against the bed. “I’m so angry!”

“Take it out on me.”

“What?”

“All that anger within you is directed at me,” he explained. “You’re right to be upset. I did not tell you my true feelings even though I deduced they were mutual, and I kept my possible marriage a secret from you. Your anger is justified, so take it out on me.”

You eyed him with uncertainty. “How?”

“Like this.” He gripped your waist and lifted you on top of him, lying back to settle you on his hips. You groaned when you felt his already hard length press into your crotch. “Feel that? It happened when you slapped me. I love seeing you get angry.” He ground you down onto his member until the familiar feel of your juices lubed up your lips. “Slap me again.”

His request stupefied you. “Huh?”

“Slap me again.” He brought your hand to his previously abused cheek and caressed the skin. “Right here, just like before. Please, darling. I love it when—Oof!” You hit him again, straight across the cheek like he wanted you too. A gasp left you when you felt his cock grow harder.

“Loki?”

“Again,” he ordered, eyes alight with lust. “Don’t be afraid to hurt me. You can’t hurt me.” He paused then. “Physically, at least.”

You complied with his request, switching between soft pats on his face to hard blows that had him gritting his teeth. A tear fell from his eye after a particularly hard one.

“Aww,” you cooed, settling into your new role quite well. “Does that hurt, my prince? I thought you liked it?” You gripped both his red cheeks between your fingers. “I told the princess you were a sub. I thought it would turn her off, but it did the opposite. Maybe I was right.” You kissed his nose. “Are you a little sub?”

“No.” His voice was sharp through his sex-driven state. “But for you, I’ll do anything.”

You groaned internally. “Good prince. Now, take your clothes off. I want to fuck you.” Loki reared his hips up so quickly you slid off. It gave you an opportunity to rid yourself of your own clothes before straddling his now naked form once again. “I never would have thought the dark prince could be like this. You walk so tall around these halls but all it really takes is a firm hand to control you, huh?”

“You can control me anytime.” His answer pleased you. You grabbed ahold of his silky cock, lifting your hips to line him up. Loki held you over him so you would not fall. The wanton moans he let out when you started rubbing his head against your folds delighted you to no end. “Please,” he begged, eyes heavy lidded, “stop teasing.” You smirked.

“Who’s the whore now?” You slid down on him in one smooth motion, ignoring the ache as his cock expanded your walls. Loki moved one hand to grip the headboard above. His eyes rolled to the back of his head when you did a kegel, effectively squeezing his thick length between your walls.

“Me,” he whimpered out. “I’m the whore.”

“And don’t you forget it.” You placed your hands on his impressive chest, using the leverage to begin moving. Lewd, wet sounds filled the air as you pumped your hips in that age old rhythm, ensuring you angled yourself so his head could massage your sweet spot. “Oh, shit. You feel so fucking good.”

“Choke me,” he moaned out. “Put your hands around my neck and choke me.”

You moved both your hands to encircle his neck. Biting your lip, you applied a little bit of pressure on his carotids. “Like this?”

“More.” You pressed harder. “Just like that.” His voice was strained and breathy from the obstruction. You kept your hold on his neck as you rode him, hips moving in tandem with his subtle thrusts. Loki grabbed your hips and drilled up into you. You gasped out his name in surprise. This angle allowed him to hit a spot deep inside you he had never hit before.

“Loki,” you panted his name. “Loki.” Your breasts slapped against your chest with every thrust. Loki lifted his head to capture a nipple, sucking the bud in his mouth and flicking it with his tongue. “You know what I like,” you moaned. “Do it.”

He struck your ass with a firm hand, causing your own hands to tighten on his neck. You both let out hussy moans—his deep and vibrating and yours high pitched. Neither of you would hold out much longer. You could feel his cock twitching within your walls, and another slap on your ass had them quivering around his length.

“Look.” He tilted your head down, drawing your attention to your crotches. The sight of your cunt swallowing his cock repeatedly had your mind scrambling for release. It glistened with the slick of your juices, creating sopping noises that mingled with the sounds of your moans.

“Loki.”

“Darling,” he replied, voice just as urgent as yours. “I need you to cum.”

“Then make me cum.” He brought a thumb to your clit, pressing deep until your back arched. His other hand wrapped around your waist to hold you close while he rubbed those circles that always got you over the edge. “Loki,” you whimpered. “Loki!”

You came—no squirted—all over him. Cum from your cunt ran down his shaft, dripping off his hips and soaking the bed sheet below. Your vision tunneled, eyes blacking out until you had to fall forward to compose yourself. Loki’s hot spurts hit you not a second later. You lay there, brainless and fucked out while he came inside of you. Whimpers filled the air as he emptied in your sensitive pussy.

“Darling?” Loki questioned.

“M’ good.” Your brain was like mush. How did words work again? “I’m fine.” Shaky, but better.

Loki chuckled deep and low. “I love how you get after I fuck you.”

“Um, I fucked you,” you reminded him.

He hummed, wrapping his arms around you. “I think you’re right.” A kiss was placed on your forehead. “Will you move into my rooms with me?”

“Why?” You were too tired to be shocked.

“So I can wake up next to you every morning,” he told you, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “And I want you the be the last thing I see before I go to bed.”

You lifted your head off his chest. “Is that allowed? I’m a maid. How will your parents react?” You could practically feels the stares and see the pointed fingers of the court in your mind. “Wait! What about the princess? What did you even tell her?”

“I told her I wasn’t going to marry her,” Loki informed you. “Just as I told my father. What is she going to do?”

“Maybe tell your father we’re fucking?” you suggested. “The princess is not one to take this lying down.”

Loki’s brows furrowed, almost as if he didn’t think that far ahead. “I suppose I should go see my father.” He rose from the bed, setting you aside with gentle hands. “Smooth things out before the princess gets a chance to—”

“LOKI!” The sudden boom of the king’s voice had you quaking. You hid under Loki’s covers just as the doors slammed open.

“Father!” Loki sounded slightly panicked. “To what do I owe this visit?”

“You know what,” the king growled. “Get dressed and come to my study! And bring that girl cowering beneath your sheets, too!”

Part 4

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