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Hey, r u still active here?

hi!! yes i am! i’ve just hit a writers block and just a lot of work irl so i’ve kind of been on hiatus!

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Eavesdrop

relationship: loki x fem!reader

genre: smut

summary: loki cant help but overhear your conversation with natasha

warnings: smut (18+) unprotected piv, fingering, thigh riding, squirting, soft dom loki??, multiple orgasms, loki being nosy

“I dunno, Nat… I love him to death, I really do… it’s just…” You say as you run your fingers through your hair. You didn’t like the idea of talking ‘bad’ about Loki behind his back, but this is the only way to get the emotions and thoughts off your chest.

“What is it? Stop beating around the bush! C’mon, I’m good at keeping secrets” Natasha replied, sipping on her beer.

“It’s kind of TMI but—”

“Oh please, TMI is nothing in this friendship and you know it, just spit it out!”

“Well… when Loki and I get… y’know… everything starts out great, but he just gets all soft and vanilla-y and I just wanna—” You start to explain, but stop when what you really want to say gets caught in the back of your throat.

What you and Natasha didn’t know is that Loki had walked out of the bedroom. His ears perked when he heard you say his name, so he walked towards Natasha’s room and listened in.

“Go on…” Natasha said

“Well… when we get frisky… he gets all soft and shit… like all mushy and gushy. Don’t get me wrong, I love it when he’s sweet to me… but I really just wanna be fucked. Not ‘made love to’ but ‘fucked so hard I can’t walk’ y’know?” I explain, a feeling of guilt washing over me as I finally say it.

“Have you tried bringing it up to him?”

“No… I want to, but I just don’t know how or when”

Loki frowned. Was he really boring you that much? You seemed pretty into it when the two of you were in action.

“I mean, when Bruce and I first started out, he was all mushy and stuff, all up until I sat him down in his bedroom and just told him how I felt. Ever since he’s pretty much been Hulk smashing me,” Natasha explained. I roll my eyes at her ‘Hulk smash’ comment

“What if I hurt his feelings?”

“He literally terrorized the city of New York and Stüggart, killed 80 people in 2 days, almost killed the entirety of the Frost Giant race, and faked his death 2 times. I don’t think he’ll be offended. Honestly, he might be more offended if you don’t tell him,” Natasha explained.

“But—”

“No buts, you’re literally the love of his life, and he would probably do anything to make you happy. Just trust me, babe, Loki isn’t going to be offended or mad, just communicate,” Natasha cut you off

Loki agreed silently. Natasha was right. He wasn’t offended or upset. He would climb the highest mountains and cut through every forest just go make you happy, if you asked. He decided to gather a plan, and he walked back into his room.

“You’re right. Thank you, Nat,” I smile and start to stand up, grabbing my beer bottle, and taking another drink of it, “I’m gonna go talk to him about it,” you smile, trying to ignore the anxiety bubbling within your stomach.

“I would say tell me how it goes, but I’m sure I’ll be able to tell if you have a limp tomorrow or not,” Nat snorted, you flipped her off playfully and started to walk out of the room.

When you entered the hallway, you heard your phone buzz. You took it out of your pocket and saw a text from Loki.

Loki: come visit me if you can, my little dove

You smile at his text. The nickname “little dove” always made your heart flutter. You pocket your phone and walk towards Loki’s room. You don’t even bother knocking, considering he was expecting you.

What you weren’t expecting was Loki to practically jump you the second you walked in.

He closed the door and pressed you firmly against it, kissing you hungrily as he groped your breasts without care. It took you by surprise, but you quickly melted into the kiss, kissing him back just as roughly.

Your guys’ tongue and teeth clashed together as he guided you to his bed, pushing you down onto it, before removing his shirt, and hastily removing your sweatpants and tossing them to the side. Before he flipped you over, setting you on his thigh

“Ride me.” He commanded, leaving no room for discussion. You blush and move your hand to the string of his sweatpants, “Not there,” he said simply.

You blush before experimentally rubbing your panty-clad cunt against his thigh. You let out a shaky moan at the new feeling. Loki growled before he started bouncing his leg. You let out a surprised, but aroused shriek, stopping the movement of your hips.

You let out another shriek when you felt his hand come down harshly on your ass.

“Did I say you could stop?” He asked in a serious tone. You shake your head no, “then keep going,” He said simply, before he started to bounce his leg again.

You continue to grind down on him as he bounce his leg. The feeling of cotton against your clit had you almost screaming as you continued to buck down against his thigh.

“Loki, I—” You started, before you cut yourself off with another moan.

“Soak me,” He said, grabbing your hips and pushing you down harder against his thigh.

Your whole body quivered as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. Your ears started to ring as you soaked his thigh completely, your juices squirting all over him.

He gave you no time to recover before he flipped you over and ripped your panties off and shoving two fingers inside of you, going at a rapid pace.

“Oh gods, Loki!” You screamed out, arching your back off the bed as his fingers drilled into you.

“You wanted to be fucked, hm? Oh I’ll make sure you can’t walk tomorrow…” He said huskily, before going down and attaching his lips to your clit, sucking it harshly.

His words did not process in your mind, instead you screamed out his name and tangled your fingers into his hair.

He curled his fingers at just the right spot and you came again, soaking his face, fingers, and the bedsheets below you as your arousal sprayed out of you once again.

Loki stood up and took off his sweatpants and boxer before flipping you over so your ass is in the air. Without warning he plunged into you, fucking you at a breakneck pace.

“Is this what you wanted, hm? You wanted to be fucked? Treated like a toy?” Loki growled, before slapping your ass harshly as he continued to drill into your abused hole.

“Yes! Fuck, Loki!” You screamed out, grinding back into his hips, meeting each of his thrusts. The words he said remained incoherent, as, lack for better words, he fucked your brains out.

He grabbed a handful of your hair and tugged it back, using it as leverage to fuck you even deeper. You gripped onto the bedsheets for dear life as he pummeled you with his cock.

He grunted as he felt his orgasm approaching, he reached forward, circling your clit at a rapid pace, causing you to scream out his name.

Your orgasm was approaching quickly as he fucked you swiftly. You tried to warn him, but were caught off by your orgasm as if ripped through your body.

You screamed out in sheer pleasure as you came on his cock. Your orgasm triggered his and he thrusted as deep as he could, spilling his seed deep inside of your quim.

He laid down next to you and looked at you with pure love in his eyes. You adjusted and laid down as well, looking at him.

“I actually wanted to talk—” You started, before being cut off by Loki

“You wanted to be fucked, not made love to… I overheard you and the Black Widow talking,” Loki said with a smile, “I hope I was able to fulfill your dreams,”

“Mmm… maybe another round or so could really fulfill my dreams” You smirked before crawling on top of Loki, starting yet another round

~ The Next Morning ~

You woke up in Loki’s bed, with Loki still sleeping peacefully next to you. You smile and decide to get up and head out to the kitchen for coffee.

You walked down the hallway into the Avengers common area where Natasha sat, drinking her own coffee. Natasha laughed at your limp as you hobbled over to the kitchen

“Oh shut the fuck up”

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hayyy sorry for not posting in foreverrrr but i got bombarded with school, work, and family issues, and i haven’t really had the time to write something (even something small) and i also have officially hit a good ‘ol writers block!! if you have any requests please lmk and i will write them!!!

[oliwrites]

that was SEXY.

My Girl [Loki x Reader]

A link to my Masterlist is HERE Summary: [Oneshot] Literally just smut. Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Smut. Avenger!Loki. Language. (Slightly) Possessive Loki. Loki tying his hair up during sex. (w/c 1.8k)

Loki surfaces from between your legs, strands of loose hair grazing against the delicate skin.

Your eyes are sealed from pure pleasure, the feeling of his wet lips working up one trembling thigh making you mewl his name in broken breaths. Five? Seven? You’d lost count.

He chuckles quietly to himself.

His fingers dance down your hips where they were hooked beneath your legs, a final biting kiss signalling the understated finale of his favourite repertoire.

“How tempting it is," he rumbles softly, " to see if you can take one more."

You open your eyes, lessening the punishing grip on his forearm.

Loki’s hair is a mess, mussed and wild from your fingers tangling through its lengths. It surrounds his angular features with the lustre of a Raphaelite halo, blended back into the darkness.

The glow of fairy-lights draped around your bedposts illuminate the glint in his eyes. Dark shadows caress the carve of his cheekbones as he sits back on his haunches, stroking himself leisurely.

He’s always hard when he pleasures you. However long it lasts.

As tempting as it is to watch him work, you find yourself rising; leaning forwards to catch him in a hungry kiss. “I need you,” you pant into his open mouth, fingers finding their way to the fist snug around the base of his cock.

Loki pauses, smouldering down. Your legs are spread open, bent at the knee. He kneels between them, the muscled expanse of his torso rising like rock from the sea.

All you want is him. All of him, always.

“Need me?” he purrs, feigned incredulity followed by a slow tut. “I must do better if my girl is still not satisfied.”

You place a loving slap on his shoulder.

The god bites his lip, gaze dropping to your breasts while his palms slide up your waist. They cup your curves, thumbs toying with your nipples as he pushes you lightly back to the pillow.

“I need you inside me,” you specify with an air of playful sarcasm.

Loki’s dimples flash while your eyes drop to his manhood, thick and hard and ready to fuck you.

“See what you do to me?” he says with a squeeze of his hand around the tip of his cock.

A pearl of pre-cum sparkles. The guttural sound which rumbles in his throat makes you clench.

You can feel a fresh rivulet of desire descend between your folds. Slowly, you work back to his delicate smile, a ring of moisture still glistening around his mouth. It’s smeared up his cheeks. Long winds of hair cling to his jawline, sealed to your arousal on his skin. He peels one off with understated grace.

Loki rakes a hand through his hair; wild again. Waves fan out like onyx flame behind the chariot of his devastating features, each tendril like the stroke of a madman’s brush.

He releases his grip of himself, and with one purposeful pump of his powerful thighs a hand lands on the mattress by your shoulder. You raise a foot, helpless to resist a brush of it against the curve of his ass as he hovers above. The god’s other hand sinks into the bed on your left with a soft thump.

“You are perfect,” he murmurs, nose brushing down your forehead, your eye socket, before his lips fasten to your own.

You can feel the hard column of flesh between his legs press upwards against your slit. It pulses eagerly. He slides back and forth, sending sparks of pleasure zinging through your core. With every wax and wane of his all-consuming kiss, he gyrates. Ragged breaths heave in his chest with each clench of his muscular ass, the pull of his foreskin against your heat building a growl.

Delayed gratification is a drug for your god. And you, his girl, indulge him.

He breaks from your lips, a strand of saliva dangling as his forehead rests against yours.

The veil of his curls shields you in darkness, only the hot mist of his heavy pants filling the space between you. It’s all you can do not to reach down and guide his cock deep inside. Right now, it might be the hardest thing you’ve ever done. But you allow Loki the theatre of his seduction. Encourage, even.

He’s desperate for you. It shows.

And you love it.

Your fingertips comb past his temples, the flash of half-lidded eyes coming into view.

His eyebrows rise a fraction, a strangled yes from your lips all the encouragement he needs. With a shift of his hips, Loki’s eyes flutter closed as the crown of his cock squeezes inside your cunt.

A deep groan fills the air, his mouth hanging open.

A long curl drips over his parted lips, buffeting gently with every pant as your lover bottoms out.

He thrusts slowly as you buck your hips to meet him, rolling as one. Thick veins in his cock tug your delicate walls, flushed with the glorious weight of his need.

Your god’s hair swings around your face, dirty mutterings of devotion blasting the shell of your ear. That velvet voice absorbs into your soul like wine on tissue paper. Nothing feels as good as Loki’s cock. The way it massages the hidden depths of you, the pull of his pubic hair against your clit; the way that he can flick his hips that makes your eyes roll back.

The way he fills you so completely. He knows you; his girl.

Loki leans back on his knees, fingers wrapping around your hips and raising them. He slides in and out, enjoying every drag of your walls along his pulsing length. Those long digits knead down your thighs, spreading. Your chin is tilted to the ceiling, drowning in love-drunk chants of his name before Loki grunts.

His fluid thrusts slow.

You look up, frowning gently as he raises a hand to his side.

The god’s heavy smoulder hangs in the air like woodsmoke, chiselled torso towering over you; jet-black mane hanging sluttishly around the dagger of his jaw.

“Loki wha-” you slur, beginning to rise to your elbows. The will is knocked out of you with another of your lover’s glacial, mind-bending thrusts.

You fall back to the pillow with a gasp of his name.

“I simply wish to observe it, unobstructed,” he drawls stoically – only a tiny quiver in his voice betraying the heightened arousal searing through his veins. The warm glow of the fairy-lights is interrupted by a flash of green.

You squirm, clenching around Loki’s cock as a single circular hair-tie appears between the god’s thumb and forefinger.

“Observe what?” you manage to pant as you paw at his chest. Your pads catch in waves against the flex of his abdominals.

Loki casually sweeps his hair back from his shoulders.

Gripping with one hand, fingertips rake the tendrils cascading over his brow. He draws it back, winding the sex-dampened hair into a messy bun. You clench again.

The angles of his jaw slice into view, gatekeeper to the long thick of his neck. Veins strain beneath skin. The blood pumping within them pulses to the beat of his cock. He tilts his head.

“This,” he says darkly.

He slides his hands under your legs, hoisting them onto his shoulders. There’s a slurp as Loki’s tip pops from your entrance.

The sudden emptiness makes a gnawing hunger stir deep in your belly. The god’s cock presses gently against the squelch of your sex as he positions you with ease, fingertips sinking into the plump muscle of your calves.

Your eyes squeeze shut as Loki pushes inside you – so deep that you think you might break.

He pauses, and you can feel the primal weight of his stare roaming your face. You know that your skin is hot, that the backs of your thighs pressed against Loki’s chest slap with sweat and sex. You know that your face is contorted in pleasure, that he is fighting the urge to slam into his climax like the wild beast he is.

With difficulty, your eyelids open. Strands hang loose from his bun, flirting against his cheekbones; already falling free. Dark lashes fan against his cheek as he slides out your pussy with an obscene squelch. A deep frown appears on his forehead while he watches it disappear again, slowly.

So slowly.

“F-f-fuck-k,” he groans loudly.

A muscle in his jawline bobs as teeth clench, and you remind yourself with a prayer of thanks that Loki buried deep in your cunt is the most beautiful sight in the universe.

His fingers move from your calves to your wrists, drawing them above your head. Instinctually your digits curl around the cool metal bars of the bedstead. The god’s grip tightens, just for a moment.

“My girl,” he rumbles as he stares deep into your eyes. In this moment, more than any other, you are his.

Loki leans forward, his tongue demanding entrance and you melt into him. The weight of him bears down, squeezing air from your lungs as he fucks into you. Bucking your hips, Loki slips deeper. An untoned moan rips the air, his thrusts tripping as one of his hands palms your breasts.

You groan his name, sobbing the syllables as the fingers of his right hand curl tighter against your wrists.

More rogue strands of hair have fallen from his top-knot, sticking to his shoulders. One swings against his cheek, eyebrows peaked as climax threatens to overwhelm him.

“Do you w-want me to fill you, darling-” he grunts rhetorically, a whine snaking from his throat.

You yank your wrists from his grip, making Loki’s hand fly to the frame. It rattles the metal, the bed beginning to shake. “Fucking fill me, Loki” you cry so loudly the whole floor could hear. But you don’t care.

“Fill you with my...se- seed? My raw power, my n-norns, fuck-k-k,”

“-dripping out of me, down my thighs- Loki...please,”

Loki shudders, the ripples of his obliques between your legs making your vision blur.

You clench a final time around his cock, Loki’s head falling back. Dark tendrils fall with abandon from his topknot now, sticking against his brow. His whoreish slut-drunk form on full display as he releases a thundering rip of your name.

Hot cum throbs in a gush against your walls, the judder of your lover’s hips delivering a final wave of pleasure to your deepest centre.

Your calves tighten around his shoulders as Loki falls forward. His face buries in the curve of your neck, gyrating slowly as you milk him to completion.

Cum wells around your entrance, the filthy slurp complimenting the wet lap of Loki’s kiss. He purrs against your mouth as climax ebbs, lower your legs gently by his sides.

“My girl,” he hums quietly, before placing a kiss on your collarbone you already know will bruise.

“My girl.”

(thanks @glitchquake for reminding me Loki with a bun was hot AF❤️

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[oliwrites]

eavesdrop was SO GOOD

pretty sure it made my ovaries fly out of my body

thank you!!! i’m so glad you liked it!!! 🩷🩷

[oliwrites]

Eavesdrop

relationship: loki x fem!reader

genre: smut

summary: loki cant help but overhear your conversation with natasha

warnings: smut (18+) unprotected piv, fingering, thigh riding, squirting, soft dom loki??, multiple orgasms, loki being nosy

“I dunno, Nat… I love him to death, I really do… it’s just…” You say as you run your fingers through your hair. You didn’t like the idea of talking ‘bad’ about Loki behind his back, but this is the only way to get the emotions and thoughts off your chest.

“What is it? Stop beating around the bush! C’mon, I’m good at keeping secrets” Natasha replied, sipping on her beer.

“It’s kind of TMI but—”

“Oh please, TMI is nothing in this friendship and you know it, just spit it out!”

“Well… when Loki and I get… y’know… everything starts out great, but he just gets all soft and vanilla-y and I just wanna—” You start to explain, but stop when what you really want to say gets caught in the back of your throat.

What you and Natasha didn’t know is that Loki had walked out of the bedroom. His ears perked when he heard you say his name, so he walked towards Natasha’s room and listened in.

“Go on…” Natasha said

“Well… when we get frisky… he gets all soft and shit… like all mushy and gushy. Don’t get me wrong, I love it when he’s sweet to me… but I really just wanna be fucked. Not ‘made love to’ but ‘fucked so hard I can’t walk’ y’know?” I explain, a feeling of guilt washing over me as I finally say it.

“Have you tried bringing it up to him?”

“No… I want to, but I just don’t know how or when”

Loki frowned. Was he really boring you that much? You seemed pretty into it when the two of you were in action.

“I mean, when Bruce and I first started out, he was all mushy and stuff, all up until I sat him down in his bedroom and just told him how I felt. Ever since he’s pretty much been Hulk smashing me,” Natasha explained. I roll my eyes at her ‘Hulk smash’ comment

“What if I hurt his feelings?”

“He literally terrorized the city of New York and Stüggart, killed 80 people in 2 days, almost killed the entirety of the Frost Giant race, and faked his death 2 times. I don’t think he’ll be offended. Honestly, he might be more offended if you don’t tell him,” Natasha explained.

“But—”

“No buts, you’re literally the love of his life, and he would probably do anything to make you happy. Just trust me, babe, Loki isn’t going to be offended or mad, just communicate,” Natasha cut you off

Loki agreed silently. Natasha was right. He wasn’t offended or upset. He would climb the highest mountains and cut through every forest just go make you happy, if you asked. He decided to gather a plan, and he walked back into his room.

“You’re right. Thank you, Nat,” I smile and start to stand up, grabbing my beer bottle, and taking another drink of it, “I’m gonna go talk to him about it,” you smile, trying to ignore the anxiety bubbling within your stomach.

“I would say tell me how it goes, but I’m sure I’ll be able to tell if you have a limp tomorrow or not,” Nat snorted, you flipped her off playfully and started to walk out of the room.

When you entered the hallway, you heard your phone buzz. You took it out of your pocket and saw a text from Loki.

Loki: come visit me if you can, my little dove

You smile at his text. The nickname “little dove” always made your heart flutter. You pocket your phone and walk towards Loki’s room. You don’t even bother knocking, considering he was expecting you.

What you weren’t expecting was Loki to practically jump you the second you walked in.

He closed the door and pressed you firmly against it, kissing you hungrily as he groped your breasts without care. It took you by surprise, but you quickly melted into the kiss, kissing him back just as roughly.

Your guys’ tongue and teeth clashed together as he guided you to his bed, pushing you down onto it, before removing his shirt, and hastily removing your sweatpants and tossing them to the side. Before he flipped you over, setting you on his thigh

“Ride me.” He commanded, leaving no room for discussion. You blush and move your hand to the string of his sweatpants, “Not there,” he said simply.

You blush before experimentally rubbing your panty-clad cunt against his thigh. You let out a shaky moan at the new feeling. Loki growled before he started bouncing his leg. You let out a surprised, but aroused shriek, stopping the movement of your hips.

You let out another shriek when you felt his hand come down harshly on your ass.

“Did I say you could stop?” He asked in a serious tone. You shake your head no, “then keep going,” He said simply, before he started to bounce his leg again.

You continue to grind down on him as he bounce his leg. The feeling of cotton against your clit had you almost screaming as you continued to buck down against his thigh.

“Loki, I—” You started, before you cut yourself off with another moan.

“Soak me,” He said, grabbing your hips and pushing you down harder against his thigh.

Your whole body quivered as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. Your ears started to ring as you soaked his thigh completely, your juices squirting all over him.

He gave you no time to recover before he flipped you over and ripped your panties off and shoving two fingers inside of you, going at a rapid pace.

“Oh gods, Loki!” You screamed out, arching your back off the bed as his fingers drilled into you.

“You wanted to be fucked, hm? Oh I’ll make sure you can’t walk tomorrow…” He said huskily, before going down and attaching his lips to your clit, sucking it harshly.

His words did not process in your mind, instead you screamed out his name and tangled your fingers into his hair.

He curled his fingers at just the right spot and you came again, soaking his face, fingers, and the bedsheets below you as your arousal sprayed out of you once again.

Loki stood up and took off his sweatpants and boxer before flipping you over so your ass is in the air. Without warning he plunged into you, fucking you at a breakneck pace.

“Is this what you wanted, hm? You wanted to be fucked? Treated like a toy?” Loki growled, before slapping your ass harshly as he continued to drill into your abused hole.

“Yes! Fuck, Loki!” You screamed out, grinding back into his hips, meeting each of his thrusts. The words he said remained incoherent, as, lack for better words, he fucked your brains out.

He grabbed a handful of your hair and tugged it back, using it as leverage to fuck you even deeper. You gripped onto the bedsheets for dear life as he pummeled you with his cock.

He grunted as he felt his orgasm approaching, he reached forward, circling your clit at a rapid pace, causing you to scream out his name.

Your orgasm was approaching quickly as he fucked you swiftly. You tried to warn him, but were caught off by your orgasm as if ripped through your body.

You screamed out in sheer pleasure as you came on his cock. Your orgasm triggered his and he thrusted as deep as he could, spilling his seed deep inside of your quim.

He laid down next to you and looked at you with pure love in his eyes. You adjusted and laid down as well, looking at him.

“I actually wanted to talk—” You started, before being cut off by Loki

“You wanted to be fucked, not made love to… I overheard you and the Black Widow talking,” Loki said with a smile, “I hope I was able to fulfill your dreams,”

“Mmm… maybe another round or so could really fulfill my dreams” You smirked before crawling on top of Loki, starting yet another round

~ The Next Morning ~

You woke up in Loki’s bed, with Loki still sleeping peacefully next to you. You smile and decide to get up and head out to the kitchen for coffee.

You walked down the hallway into the Avengers common area where Natasha sat, drinking her own coffee. Natasha laughed at your limp as you hobbled over to the kitchen

“Oh shut the fuck up”

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hayyy sorry for not posting in foreverrrr but i got bombarded with school, work, and family issues, and i haven’t really had the time to write something (even something small) and i also have officially hit a good ‘ol writers block!! if you have any requests please lmk and i will write them!!!

[oliwrites]

well that was hot. so very very hot. is it hot in here? because i am burning🥵🥵🥵

Slower [Loki x f.Reader]

A Link to my Masterlist is HERE Summary: Loki strips it all off. Slowly. (w/c 1.9k) Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Smuttish. Language. Established relationship. A/N: Some lines taken from my drabble New Lingerie

You sat perched on the edge of Loki’s bed, poised as the heavy footsteps grew closer. Each leathered thud ricocheted around the high hallway ceiling.

He was coming. Coming to you. Coming for you.

And he was almost here.

Your back straightened, feeling the cut of the corset tight to your chest. Fingers widened against the cotton sheets, material melting into every ridge. The main apartment door flew open somewhere beyond, slamming shut immediately.

Just a few more steps. Thud. The thunder in your chest was deafening. Your body a pulsing, adrenaline-soaked vessel dripping and trembling with unspent desire.

The doorknob turned. And in a moment of eerie quiet, the door swung open. Slowly. Loki-the-Warrior filled the frame. The silhouette of his huge body against the hallway light, haloed against the inconsequential outside world.

He was a heaving, smouldering, mission-soaked mass.

Narrowed eyes peered up beneath thick brows, the alignment of his nose and lips and chin to his chest making arousal seep deeper into your flimsy gusset.

Loose hair fell in waves around his shoulders, the cape settling in swinging folds by his calves. He had been expecting you, it seemed. You swallowed, watching the twitch of his lip curl into a solitary, mirthless dimple.

"What in the Nine...are you wearing?" he snarled. Embers of the fresh fight pulsed in his glare as he paused. It hit it like a punch.

Loki's forearm propped on the doorframe. A cool draft tickled your skin. You hadn’t realised how warm it was in here.

"Do you like it?" you purred nervously, uncrossing and re-crossing your legs. The silk chiffon of your stockings slid together as Loki’s lips pursed. He tilted his head, throat working.

You could see cogs turning as he ran his eyes over the boned corset clinging to your body, over the lines of your suspender belt strapped tight to supple flesh.

A finger ran lightly down your thigh, slipping one beneath a string. “It’s called lingerie,” you said, inspecting before releasing the suspender with a snap. His eyebrows rose, a low chuckle forming before he shook his head.

"Never before have I seen you so,” he paused with mild disdain, running the icy stare to the tips of your toes back to your face, “hidden... on my return.”

The velvet voice was tinged with suspicion as he flicked a hand by his side, making the leather cape swing as he paced slowly toward you. Each stride, measured. “Although I shall admit, it... stirs something deep within me.”

He came to stop at eye level, his stomach inches from your parted lips.

Loki’s voice was heavy, thick with the day’s trials and the beating drum of his baser needs which demanded attention as they always did. "Was that your plot?” he smouldered, “to stir something within me, little fox?"

The god’s cock was hardening visibly beneath his trousers as he spoke, creases forming as the ancient material relented to the power beneath. It grew upward against his hip, shameless and ready. He was always ready.

"It's crotchless?" you offered meekly, fastening your lips to the bulge in front of you. You sucked the leather, making your god release a guttural growl. The heat from your breath misted, wetness forming. A shallow groan floated down as his knees buckled. Just a bit. "Midgardians..." he murmured incredulously, his fingers smoothing the back of your head, pressing your closer. "Mmm, whatever will you think of next?" His hands moved down the curve of your neck, cupping your shoulders before pushing you back from his crotch.

You looked up into his darkened eyes, every inch his willing whore. Loki let out a sigh as his fingertips trailed lazily over the swell of your cleavage, eyes following every small indentation they made. He grunted, hips squeezing forwards as if fighting himself.

“And what is the male equivalent in this realm for this type of garment?” he purred, sentimentality returning to his voice as his walls lowered. "Surely there must be one." You uncrossed your legs, widening your thighs and pulled his tunic closer. Craning up at this angle you could see the faintly smeared signs of battle coating his throat. Thin trails of clean skin through dried sweat down the hard vein of his neck. “Some say suits,” you husked. “But I say... leather.” Loki’s breath hitched, choking back a laugh. “You cannot possibly feel the way that I do at this present time whenever you see me in this,” he stuttered, gesturing weakly to himself.

He was staring at your tits, his twitching, pulsing cock pressed against your cleavage. Each desperate rock of his hips made the leather rustle lightly.

Your hands began to run up the back of his thighs beneath the cape. The visceral heat of his skin through the leather made you shudder. Mess slid between your spread thighs against flimsy panties, clenching air as your fingers mapped every curve of his muscles until they met the curve of his ass. The hiss from his gritted teeth as you squeezed, pressing his cock tighter to your chest, was unbearable. “I can,” you panted, “and I do.” Loki let out a strained chuckle. “Oh darling, how awful of me to unknowingly torture you so,” he teased wickedly, spreading his feet wider on the floor. The clunk of his heavy boots was ceremonial. You laughed softly. “You know how incredible you look in your armour. In everything, actually. And nothing.” You looked up at him, feeling unexpected heat creep into your cheeks. “You know it. And I know you know it.” “Well, yes. Quite,” he postured with a smirk before his lips hardened. His eyes suddenly glazed. “But to think of you... a quivering wreck of desire at my mere presence wearing such basic uniform is,” he paused, breaths quick; “arousing in the extreme.” “Nothing about you is basic,” you smiled, squeezing his ass before searching kisses worked over the surface of his tunic. He moaned, as rich and luxe as the sheets beneath your thighs. His ass, the flat of his midriff, it was all so fucking hard. All of him. Loki’s cock twitched. Your nails scratched against the material, pulling him closer. The solid impossibility of him being so close would never be enough. “What do you think of? When you see me in-” He gasped as your teeth grazing against the thick of his shaft through the leather, “-public...in, in this” he finished, one thigh beginning to tremble. You rested your chin on his length, pressing hard as you looked up. “I imagine touching myself,” you enunciated slowly, “it’s all I can do not to do it right there,” You out a soft, calculated moan. Loki released the breath he’d been holding in a short puff, possessive desire burning deep in his eyes as he stared into yours. “And, I imagine you stripping it off,” you continued with a wink.

The god pressed his lips together, a quaking sigh rolling in his throat. That can be arranged, he was about to say. “Slowly, though -” you quipped, quickly leaning back on your elbows against the mattress. Loki frowned. “No magic?”

You shook your head playfully, biting your lip. “And then we make love, yes?” he said, suspicion returning as he took a step back. You nodded, fighting to contain a gleeful smile.

Long, eager fingers flew beneath his left shoulder, tearing at the buckle fastenings beneath.

“Uh-uh,” you chided, drawing your soles over the duvet spread. You widened your legs, letting them fall open. “Slowly, please” you repeated, drawing a lazy finger up the length of your thigh. “Give me a show, Loki of Asgard.” The sultriness of your voice surprised even you as a sigh racked your lover’s torso. There was a beat of resignation, before his shoulders adopted a mouth-watering ceremonial snap. Slowly this time, he reached for the buckle attaching the length of leather cape to his shoulder guard. The soft clunk of metal releasing made you clench. Loki watched the fine leather draping fall away from his shoulder, the angle of his jaw flashing in the low light. Beneath a fan of ebony lashes, he lifted his gaze to you before reaching to the other buckle. Your breath hitched as another beautiful clunk pierced the air like a penny on glass. The mechanism released, the fabric sliding seductively down his arm. The ancient Asgardian leather pooled in a semi-circle by his feet. Silk lining shone invitingly in shadow. “Slow enough for you, my love?” he purred. You nodded, not breaking eye contact as he made a show of pulling each settle of leather from his fingers. The knuckleguards peeled from his skin, falling soundlessly by his feet. “Truly,” he started casually while dexterous digits began to unlace unseen binds on the left side of his torso, “Asgardian tanner workmanship is the finest in all the realms.” The whizz of leather on leather buzzed as a lace was pulled beneath one long finger, loosening the tunic. “I do not appreciate it as much as I should, perhaps.” “I agree,” you murmured seductively, fighting the urge to launch yourself from the bed and fasten to his body like wet paper on a wall. He reached behind his head, tugging the leather vest. It slipped over, before he tossed it to the floor. Loki spread his arms, spinning in a teasing circle. His hair was mussed now, gorgeous tendrils fighting against each other for glory within an onyx crown. With unbearable precision, dancing fingers dislodged the armour from his wrists. They dropped to the floor in quick succession. The god lowered his chin, deep eyes penetrating your soul as he slid two fingers beneath the folds of deep green leather. The arms carried the traditional ceremonial markings of his station, of his power. But what lay beneath the chestplate now resting on the floor was more valuable. More poetic. Despite never being on full show, the body of the under-tunic was a work of art. Each stitch crafted by ancient fingertips in faraway lands, embroidered and infused with spells and primordial rites befitting their ultimate adornment. Him. A sliver of alabaster skin appeared, the valley of sculpted chest muscle you ran your tongue over before you rode him almost every night flashing into view. Each golden button fell away beneath that graceful touch. Another, and another, slowly to the bottom hem. Until only one remained.

Loki toyed with it, running his thumb along the curve which hung just above his naval. You groaned, gripping the bedsheets in a fist. “Whatever is the matter, love?” he teased. “You requested slow, so slow...I shall be.” His eyebrows rose expectantly, daring a response. You couldn’t muster one, as the final button popped between his fingers.

With aching precision, Loki shrugged the leather tunic from his shoulders with a sluttish roll. The tight jacket caught on the curve of his biceps, edging down before dropping to the floor with a thick thump. You moaned again, feeling your resolve weaken. Loki was looking to the floor, hair hanging by his cheekbones. It spread to candlelight-glossed shoulders as he lifted his face, the marble perfection of that bone-structure making you tremble on his bed like a virgin. You would never get used to seeing him undressed. But half-dressed? Somehow, that was even more deadly. His abdominals clenched with each breath, the sharp lines of his obliques cutting and receding. Was he holding back, the way that you were? He was enjoying this, that much was certain. Loki’s manhood still stretched up to his hip, fat and desperate for your touch. You licked your lips, biting gently. The god cocked his head. “Taking off one’s shoes is never an attractive endeavour,” he stated sheepishly, widening his legs. The thick v of his hip muscles flexed. Making use of the pause, you scooted to the side; extending your legs and popping a hand leisurely beneath your head. “Well, how else are you gonna get those tight trousers off, Laufeyson?” you teased. Loki squinted, pursing his lips. “No magic?” he grumbled. “No magic,” you confirmed. Without missing a beat, Loki bunched a scarce inch of leather by his outer thigh in a vice. With a thundering rip, he pulled the ancient leather from his body. The trousers split like tissue paper, cast to the side where they skated theatrically across the floor before scraping to a stop. You stared at them, open-mouthed before sliding back to his waiting smirk.

He gave a small nod of self-satisfied acknowledgement.

A smile stretched across your face, reaching your eyes as his did the same. He gave a light shrug as his fingers wrapped around the base of his cock, tugging gently while he stared into your eyes.

“And the boots?” you whispered, voice catching. “Oh no, darling” Loki murmured, his voice thick and heavy with lust. He began to stride the final steps towards you.

“Tonight, the boots stay on.”

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[oliwrites]

you’re so right! i didn’t even think of that when i wrote this! sounds like a fun vacation to me! let’s pack the bags and go!

Deserted Island

pairing: loki x fem!reader

genre: humor and fluff

summary: there has been one question that has been on your mind all day and you now get to ask it to just the perfect person to ask

warnings: implied smut (no details just a mention of it)

word count: <1000

A/N: i love this gif LMFAO

“Hey, Lo? You awake?” You asked, looking up to your boyfriend, expecting to see him sleeping sound right above you, but instead in met his piercing green eyes

“Yes, my darling?” Loki answered, softly drawing shapes on your bare back.

“I’ve got a question,” You announce, gripping onto his lean torso a little more.

“Ask away, sweet girl,”

"Okay, you're on a deserted island--"

"Seriously?" Loki rolled his eyes. "I literally just fucked you into the mattress and you want to ask me childish questions?” Loki laughed, looking at you with pure amusement and adoration for the woman below him.

"Will you just let me finish the question?"

"You're going to ask what three things I would bring, right? Food, water, shelter."

You stared at them in disbelief. "That is the most basic and boring answer I have ever gotten. I expected more from the God of Mischief" you tutted, rolling your eyes playfully.

"Well, what would you bring?"

You held up three fingers, tapping each as you gave your answer. "A hammock, so I have somewhere to sleep. One of those big buckets of pretzels for food,” you paused, wanting to leave some suspense to your answer, “and you, so you can do all the survival stuff."

Loki just shook his head, sighing at the stupid answer his girlfriend just gave him, "You would die immediately, you know that right?"

"Yeah, well, good thing I'm not going to a deserted island anytime soon."

[oliwrites]

thank you for tagging me!!! i’m currently gonna be on the road for a bit so this’ll definitely pass the time!!

barbie or oppenheimer // ketchup or mustard // crinkled fries or curly fries // robots or dinosaurs // silly hats or silly socks // spring or autumn // harry potter or lord of the rings // vacation or staycation // day or night // board games or video games // books or movies // money or love // milkshake or iced coffee // waffles or pancakes // chocolate or candy // beach or pool // laundry or dishes // take-out or dine-out // fantasy or sci-fi // lays or pringles

some of these were hard to pick! but i appreciate the tag and i don’t know who to tag so feel free to join if you want!

This or That

I was tagged by the lovely @unorthodox-oblivion!

barbie or oppenheimer // ketchup or mustard // crinkled fries or curly fries // robots or dinosaurs // silly hats or silly socks // spring or autumn // harry potter or lord of the rings // vacation or staycation // day or night // board games or video games // books or movies // money or love // milkshake or iced coffee // waffles or pancakes // chocolate or candy // beach or pool // laundry or dishes // take-out or dine-out // fantasy or sci-fi // lays or pringles

I'm too lazy to tag people so anyone who wants to do it can say I tagged them

[oliwrites]

OMG GUYS

THANK YOU SOOOO MUCH FOR 100 FOLLOWERS!!!! i honestly didn’t expect to grow this much in a month but i really do appreciate all of the love and support and i couldn’t have done it without you guys🫶🫶

[oliwrites]

could u pls do a sex pollen/potion with loki but the reader and loki are like bsfs in love and they don’t realize it until like afterward??? thank u and i hope ur doing well🫶

Freyja’s Flower

pairing: loki x fem!reader

genre: 90% smut 10% fluff

summary: you are observing a foreign flower from alfheim, but when you’re about to finish up for the night, the flower emits a powder in your face

warnings: SMUT! (18+), sex pollen, masturbation (f), unprotected piv (wrap it if you tap it), dirty dirty thoughts, mutual pining, loki being a smartass

A/N: here is my official attempt on a sex pollen fic! i hope you all enjoy! if you don’t please don’t tell me bc i probably won’t care (sorry not sorry)

word count: 2.5k

You were currently occupying Bruce’s lab while the rest of the Avengers went out on another mission. Bruce had told you to continue the research and observations on the foreign plants you and the team collected on the last mission. Loki, your best friend, was sitting on a table behind you and pestering the living shit out of you.

“Loki if you don’t shut the fuck up in the next 2 seconds, I swear I will sew your mouth shut,” You grumbled, trying to translate the Old Nordic written out on the page.

Your eyes scanned page 64 of Nordic Flowers once more:

Blomst av Begjær (Freyja’s Blomst)

Blomsten av Begjær, eller som mer kjent som Freyja’s Blomst. Er en blomst som produserer en pollen som spirer ut når blomsten føler seg i fare. Når blomsten kommer i kontakt med en person, kan personen begynne å føle feberish, svimmel og spent. Blomsten finnes vanligvis i Alfheims felt og har en oransje for å rosa fargetone på kronbladene og en gul stamme.

“Lokes, care to translate this for me?” You spoke up after giving up on attempting to translate the page.

“I thought you wanted me to stay quiet,” Loki quipped back, not getting off the table and assisting you with your research.

“Loki help me before I kick your ass,” You spat. You heard Loki snicker behind you before getting up and reading the page over your shoulder.

You couldn’t help but blush at the close distance between you and the Nordic God. You would never admit it, but you had fallen in love with him about 2 years back when he took care of you when you were ill. He was a true gentleman and a good friend. Not to mention that he’s good looking too.

He has long, wavy black hair that reached his clavicles, alabaster skin with beautiful green eyes that occasionally had a twinge of gray. His nose was long and defined and had cheekbones so sharp, that you were convinced you could cut yourself on them if you weren’t careful. His thin, pink lips were always curled up into a mischievous smirk, which showed off his perfectly straight and pearly white teeth.

His body was lean, but had a pop of muscle. His triceps always bulged out and strained against the sleeves of any of his shirts. His pectorals were defined and his abs were chiseled to perfection. Your mouth always watered when his gym shirt would stick to his torso from the sweat, because you could see every inch of muscle on that man.

He hummed behind you, bringing you back to reality. He observed the page and you watched as his piercing green eyes flicked among the words written on the page. You then dragged your attention to his pink lips, which he was currently wetting with his tongue. You felt a shiver go down your spine as you thought of the sinful things that his tongue could do to you.

“What the actual fuck, dude. He’s my best friend. Snap out of it!” You thought to yourself, shaking away all of unspeakable thoughts as Loki cleared his throat.

“Nothing important, love. It was just explaining what the flower looks like and where you can find it,” Loki smiled softly, moving a piece of hair out of your face.

“What’s the name of it?” You asked, trying to ignore the blush creeping up on your face as his soft fingertips grazed your cheek.

“Freyja‘a Flower,” Loki replied simply, “but I think you can do more research on Freyja and her flower tomorrow, it’s getting late and you need your beauty sleep,” Loki continued, pinning you to the lab desk, just to close the book behind you and look you deep in the eyes.

“If you keep looking at me like that, I might just have to rip your clothes off, Laufeyson,” You thought to yourself, blushing at your own thoughts.

You tried reaching behind you to grab the book and shuffle away to your room for the night and scream into your pillow for having such an infernal crush on your best friend. However, you miscalculated where you placed the book and accidentally knocked the glass dome Bruce kept the flower in down onto the ground, shattering the glass around it. Loki jumped at the noise, unpinning you from the lab bench to observe what occurred.

“Shit!” You screeched, bending down and grabbing the flower, trying to avoid the thorns that sprouted from the stem.

But before you could place the flower down back on the table. A pink powder like substance sprayed out and puffed in your face. The powder took you by surprise and you began to fall back on ‘impact’ but was quickly caught by the raven haired man behind you.

“Careful, darling girl. Let’s clean you up and get you to bed,” Loki smiled, before taking your hand in his and walking you back to your room.

“Thank you, Loki, but I can walk myself,” You told him, raising an eyebrow.

“I know you can, but I just want to assure myself that you clean up fully. We don’t know what that powder stuff is,” Loki replied, opening the door to your room.

You walked in, Loki following after you. He closed the door and turned back to you. He eyed your blue turtleneck, which was now dusted over with the same pink that matched your face.

“May I?” Loki asked gripping onto the hem of your shirt. You looked up at him, nodding slightly, allowing him to remove your shirt, leaving you in your white bra and black jeans.

Why am I feeling dizzy? Why is it so hot? My room was never this hot before… What is going on?

Thoughts and concerns raced through your mind but was quickly stopped when you were placed on your sink with a warm, damp towel wiping away the pink powder.

“Is it just me, or is it hot in here?” You asked warily, grabbing the hand that was being used to wipe your face off.

“It is just you, darling. Perhaps try sleeping in less layers tonight, maybe keep a window open for a cool breeze,” Loki suggested as he shook his hand free and continued to clean you up.

“He’s so gentle. I wonder how gentle he’d be while cleaning up his cum from my— what the fuck??” You began thinking to yourself again. You were shocked at the sudden change in thought. Hell, you were concerned as to why Loki wiping your face off was turning you on so much.

“Gods, I just want him to ram into me until I can’t walk for a week. I don’t know why I can’t just get the courage to jump his bones already,” You thought to yourself, accepting the fact that you’re gonna have dirty thoughts about him.

Once Loki finished cleaning you up, you jumped down from the sink and walked into your bedroom. You cracked open a window to let the night breeze sift into your room and you began to take your pants off.

You didn’t notice Loki’s gaze at your ass as you bent down to take your pants off. He noticed the way your ass curved perfectly or how your underwear covered up too much of you, based on his own personal opinion.

You unclipped your bra, turned around and playfully threw it at Loki, expecting him to dodge away in disgust, like the other men in the Avengers do (based off of what their wives say), but instead he caught it and shoved it in his pocket with a wink.

“I want that back,” You laughed seductively, walking toward your bed, with a little more sway to your hips. You crawled onto your plush mattress on all fours, displaying your ass to the god behind you. Playing with fire, you nonchalantly wiggled your ass before turning around to reveal your perky breasts to him.

“I— uh.. yeah sure we’ll talk… good night,” Loki stuttered with a red blush plastering his cheeks. You giggled as he swiftly turned around and bolted out the door.

**

Fuck. It was so hot. It felt like you were on fire. The window being opened didn’t help, and neither did removing all blankets from your bed.

Along with the fiery feeling that stretched across your skin, you felt a sharp arousal piercing throughout your body. Your body was aching to be touched, your slickness soaking through your panties and down your thighs. What is going on?

You huffed out a breath and wet your fingers with your saliva, trailing them down your body. Your fingertips barely brushed your clit and you let out a loud moan. You began slowly rubbing the sensitive nub, moaning out to the ceiling of your bedroom.

Your fingers traveled from your nub to your soaking entrance. You dipped in your two fingers and started at a slow and steady pace.

“Fuck… Loki…” You moaned out, ignoring the fact that you just moaned out your best friend's name. Your free hand moved up and tweaked your nipples, causing you to arch your back.

You pictured that your hands were Loki’s. His tongue traveling down your stomach and to your opening. He’s praising you for being such a good girl, his good girl. He removed his fingers and replaced it with his cock, thrusting into you hastily. He wasted no time to adjust to you as he began to pound into your channel.

You sped up your fingers movement, feeling the tight coil begin to form. You’re almost there.

You began picturing the dirty things he would say to you. How you were his and his alone. How you please him so well. How he loves how tight you were around his cock. How he was gonna cum deep inside you and there was nothing you could do to stop it.

As that last thought coursed through your mind, you released all over your fingers with a shriek. Your hips bucked against your hand as you continued your movements, riding out your high.

Once you came down from your high, you removed your fingers from your core and got up. You elected to take a cool shower and remove all hints of arousal from your body.

After washing yourself and getting out of the shower, a wave of dizziness hit you and you fell to the ground. Heat radiated throughout your body once more and your arousal returned, however this time it was more painful.

“Fuck!” You groaned out in pain and pleasure, you buckled down to the ground from the sudden sharp pain that went through your body, “I need Loki, he’ll know what to do,” You spoke to yourself before grabbing onto the sink and pulling yourself up.

**

“Loki?” You asked, knocking on his bedroom door. He didn’t answer, so you just walked in, “Loki? I need you to wake up,” I said louder after I closed the door behind me.

“May I be of assistance to you?” Loki asked seductively, leaning up on his elbows laying in bed.

“I need your help…” You say weakly, walking over to his bed, slick wetness gushing out of you as you see your best friend shirtless.

“Let me assume that you’re feeling hot, dizzy, and hot and bothered?” Loki asked, his signature smirk appearing on his face.

“How did you know that?” I ask, raising an eyebrow and crossing my arms.

“Those are the effects of the flower of lust. Or as I told you, Freyja’s Flower,” he smirked, “I perhaps stretched the truth and said that I knew not of the results of the flower’s powder,” Loki continued.

“Why?” Is all you could say, sitting down on his bed to prevent your knees from buckling beneath you from just the sound of his silky voice.

“Are you really so blind?” Loki asked before smashing his lips to yours. You crawled on top of his lap and grinded on top of the erection that was covered by his duvet.

Loki reached up under your shirt and tweaked at your nipples, causing you to moan into his mouth. He took that opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, quickly asserting his dominance in the kiss. You grinded deeper to gather more friction.

“Loki… I need you…” You mustered out in a broken moan in between your kiss, your nails raking down his back.

“That you do,” Loki smirked, almost evilly before guiding your hips up and removing the now soaked duvet up and revealing his erection. He took no time on aligning himself and you took even lesser than no time to sink down on him, rellishing at the stretch your pussy had to do to accommodate his size.

“Fuck… you feel so good,” you moan into his neck, bouncing up and down on his cock at a quick pace. He kissed you feverishly to the point where you didn’t even realize he had flipped you over and began ramming into you.

“You’re so… tight, ahh… faen, just like that,” he groaned into your neck, bringing his hand down and toying with your clit. Your back arched at the feeling and you let out an almost pornographic moan as you felt that familiar pressure build up in your core.

“Fuck! Loki! M’close!” You moaned out, biting down on his neck, leaning multiple different hickeys.

“Cum around me, darling… show me how much you— ahh— enjoy the feeling of my cock,” Loki moaned out, sucking air through his teeth as he felt you tighten around him once more, releasing all over him. He followed soon after, spilling his release inside of you.

“Loki…” You groaned out into his neck.

“I’ll be right back, just lay here and recover,” Loki spoke softly before getting up and going into his en-suite bathroom.

A few minutes later, he returned with a warm, damp washcloth, a glass of water, and some grapes and nuts he had conjured up.

“This’ll sting a bit, my love, just relax,” Loki told you, before dabbing the washcloth on your used hold. You winced in pain from the sensitivity, “I know, I’m sorry,” He apologized while continuing to clean you up.

When he finished he magicked away the cloth and picked up the glass of water and the bowl of nuts and grapes.

“Here, eat and drink,” Loki said, handing you the food and drink. You quickly gulped down the water and began picking and eating at the Asgardian candy.

“Why didn’t you tell me about Freyja’s Flower?” You ask eventually, continuing to eat on the food given to you.

“I've wanted to be with you like that for a while now, and I didn’t know the right way of approaching those feelings, so I just did what my mind told me to do, which was to trick you,” Loki sighed, his head hanging down in shame.

“Loki, I’ve wanted the same thing for a while too, but next time instead of making me unbearably horny, just tell me, okay?” You reassured, tilting his chin up so he could look at you.

“Will you please do me the honor and allow me to court you?” Loki asked shyly, a faint pink blush appearing on his cheeks.

“I would love nothing more,”

[oliwrites]

Hello excuse me why do u write so little this is a travesty pls come back (only if life permits you obvi take care)

hiiii sorry for the late response!! i try to post as much as possible, but some of the work i do takes quite some time! i’m also starting to get i to a wee bit of a writers block, but if you have any ideas you want me to write feel free to request them!!!

i’m glad you enjoy my writing and i promise to try and post as often as possible, even if it’s a small and cute lil drabble <333

[oliwrites]

Deserted Island

pairing: loki x fem!reader

genre: humor and fluff

summary: there has been one question that has been on your mind all day and you now get to ask it to just the perfect person to ask

warnings: implied smut (no details just a mention of it)

word count: <1000

A/N: i love this gif LMFAO

“Hey, Lo? You awake?” You asked, looking up to your boyfriend, expecting to see him sleeping sound right above you, but instead in met his piercing green eyes

“Yes, my darling?” Loki answered, softly drawing shapes on your bare back.

“I’ve got a question,” You announce, gripping onto his lean torso a little more.

“Ask away, sweet girl,”

"Okay, you're on a deserted island--"

"Seriously?" Loki rolled his eyes. "I literally just fucked you into the mattress and you want to ask me childish questions?” Loki laughed, looking at you with pure amusement and adoration for the woman below him.

"Will you just let me finish the question?"

"You're going to ask what three things I would bring, right? Food, water, shelter."

You stared at them in disbelief. "That is the most basic and boring answer I have ever gotten. I expected more from the God of Mischief" you tutted, rolling your eyes playfully.

"Well, what would you bring?"

You held up three fingers, tapping each as you gave your answer. "A hammock, so I have somewhere to sleep. One of those big buckets of pretzels for food,” you paused, wanting to leave some suspense to your answer, “and you, so you can do all the survival stuff."

Loki just shook his head, sighing at the stupid answer his girlfriend just gave him, "You would die immediately, you know that right?"

"Yeah, well, good thing I'm not going to a deserted island anytime soon."

[oliwrites]

Pretty

pairing: loki x fem!reader

genre: smut and fluff (smuff)

summary: loki came back from asgard and caught you looking at yourself in the mirror, admiring the way your new dress looked on you

warnings: smut (18+), oral (f receiving), praising, unprotected piv (wrap before you tap!!), squirting, cutie lil loki☹️

word count: 1.2k

A/N: if you wanna see the dress click here!!

You stood in front of the gold embellished mirror as you admired the olive green dress that you just bought with Natasha and Wanda today. The dress reached just above your knees and wrapped around your middle before puffing out slightly at the top to accompany the puffy long sleeves that cinched at your wrists. The neck of your dress was in a low square shape that showed off your collarbones well. You wore a golden locket with a picture of you and your lover, Loki, inside. The pendant sat in between your clavicles, pulling off the dress. You also had a simple pair of small hoops earrings you also got today while you girls went out.

You spread the skirt apart and turned to your side to admire the way the fabric accentuated your ass and made your breasts appear slightly bigger. You adored the way your calves flexed when you put one foot in a tiptoe position and dropped the skirt of the dress down, allowing it to breeze along your thighs once more. You twirled around and fancy the way the fabrics of the dress fly in the created wind you made from your twirl.

“I am looking good,” You say to yourself, giggling at the sight before you. You twirl around again and turn around away from the mirror before just turning your head back as much as possible to glance at your back, you move your hair over your shoulder to get a better view. For the first time in a while, you felt ethereal.

“There’s my pretty girl,” You heard a voice speak from the door across your room. Your head whipped around quickly, to see your boyfriend smiling back at you.

“Loki!” You chirped, running up to him and wrapping your arms over his shoulders and pulling him down for a kiss. You felt his hands smooth down your sides and land on your waist. He smiled into the kiss before pulling back.

“I missed you, my sweet girl,” Loki smiled before gripping on your waist a little harder and pulling you towards him, pressing your chest against his as he bends down and captures your lips once again. You squeak at the sudden action but quickly fall silent as your lips connect with his, “my little mouse,” Loki whispered into the kiss. You reach your hand into his hair, scratching his scalp slightly as he deepens the kiss. His hands travel from your waist to under your thighs. You jump up and wrap your legs around his slutty waist.

He gently places you down on the bed, before stepping back and admiring the view before him. He saw you admiring yourself in the mirror, but instead of interrupting you at first, he watched, amused at the scene before him.

“You’re so pretty, my darling girl,” Loki praised, unbuttoning his emerald green dress shirt before crawling on top of you. You giggled and whispered a quiet thank you.

“So are you. You’re really pretty,” you smile, cupping his cheeks and giving him a peck on the lips before moving to his jaw, down his neck, on his clavicles, and on his chest. You peppered kisses anywhere you could reach. Your nails softly ran up and down his chiseled back as you continued your affection. Loki’s chest vibrated as he let out a content hum.

“I appreciate your compliment, darling, but I was hoping I could show you just how pretty I think you are,” Loki mumbled. You didn’t miss his hands sliding up your thighs and under your dress. You bit your lip, trying to hold back the smile you so desperately wanted to bare.

“Already, my prince? You’re insatiable,” you teased, brushing a piece of his inky, black hair behind his ear.

“Only for you, my love,” Loki quipped, pushing the skirt of your dress up more, and began lowering himself down, maintaining eye contact with you the entire time. Once he reached your panties he stopped, “may I?” Loki asked. You nodded and lifted your hips up so he could slide your lace panties down your legs.

“So beautiful,” Loki whispered to himself before diving in. He licked a fat line up your cunt, causing you to moan out and arch your back. Loki threw your legs over his shoulders just to get deeper.

He circled his tongue around your clit as he moved one of his hands to your soaking folds. He pushed two fingers in, starting a steady pace as he continued his oral attack on your clit.

“Fuck! Loki! Yes, yes, yes!” You moaned out, gripping onto his hair for dear life as you felt your orgasm approaching fairly quickly. Loki hummed against you as he continued to eat you like a man starved.

“Soak me, min kjære,” Loki mumbled against you, curling his fingers just right causing you to scream out, your release spraying out of out. Your eyes screwed shut and your back arched as your orgasm quite literally soaked your lover right below you as he just stared at you in awe.

Once your orgasm came to an end your body went limp momentarily. You lifted your head to see Loki’s mouth and chin, chest, and the bedsheets below you absolutely soaked.

“I— I’m sorry,” You stuttered, embarrassed at the mess you made.

“Don’t be. I enjoyed it and clearly you enjoyed it too. Now, shall we continue?” Loki smirked, crawling back up your body and magicking away his pants and underwear to reveal his erection that was now firmly placed against the inside of your thigh.

“Please,” you asked simply, tracing all of the ripples and muscles that covered the expanse of his torso. Loki smiled at the sweet yet erotic gesture and gently pressed a kiss to your forehead before slowly sliding himself into you.

“Oh gods… you feel so— ahh… good,” Loki groaned as he slowly began to pump himself in and out of you, “so… tight,” he continued, nuzzling into the crook of your neck.

“Loki… please…” you moaned out, begging for something you don’t even know what for. Loki raised himself up from the crook of your neck and looked at you with pure lust and adoration, “you’re so pretty,” you smiled, gripping onto his triceps.

Loki didn’t know why, but hearing you say that made him keen. You had called him pretty so many times, why did this feel different? It was… arousing… it made him want to claim you.

“Say that again,” Loki demanded sweetly, hardening his thrusts slightly.

“You’re so so so pretty, my pretty boy,” You moaned out as he pressed that one spot deep inside you, “Fuck! Right there! Yes!” You screamed out, “Keep going, my pretty boy, please!” You exclaimed, raking your nails down his back, wrapping your legs around his waist to deepen his thrusts.

“Cum with me, my love, please…” Loki pleaded, placing a sweet kiss on your lips as the two of you went over the edge. Loki stilled inside of you for a moment as he spilled his seed deep inside your walls, before he continued to help you ride out your high.

Once the waves passed, Loki collapsed on top of you, trying to avoid putting too much weight on you. You played with his hair contently and slightly pouted when you felt him slip out of your used hole.

“I love you, my pretty girl,”

“I love you more, my pretty boy,”

**

translation(s):

min kjære - my beloved

A/N: i wrote this like hella late at night and i got this idea randomly so ignore any mistakes or bad writing bc i don’t care enough to go back and fix it.

[oliwrites]

yyyyiiiikkkeesssss mine is like hella funny tho

“I’m so giving you a blowjob later,”

LMAO THATS LITERALLY IT💀 if anything i’m the one getting exposed right now but let’s be real anyone would give loki a blowjob if he got you a dog that would live forever…

anyways i don’t even know 27 people so i’m just gonna leave this cute lil repost on my page for all to see

Oh my god, @superficialdomina. You’re really exposing me here. 😅 (But, thank you for the tag! 🥰)

Your sentence is so beautiful and loving, and mine is… so depraved- 👀🤣

Welp, here goes nothing!

Rules: In a new post, show the last line you wrote and tag as many people as there are words.

Here’s a little piece of a Michael Afton ticket that I’ve been playing with:

He let out a sound that crossed between a shiver and a moan, his hips instinctively bucking up into his hand as a silent plea for more.

Now there is no way in heckity heck I’ll be able to tag 27 different people, so I’ll just tag the mutuals I’ve made so far (who hopefully haven’t been tagged in this yet), hehehe…

@lokisbiiiitch1993 @oliwrites

I’m wishing you two better luck than mine. 😅

[oliwrites]

Best Husband Ever.

pairing: loki x fem!reader

genre: fluff and smut

summary: you ask loki for something you’ve always wanted, but instead loki says no, but he does have something special planned

warnings: smut 18+!! (minors and pearl clutchers can leave!!!), oral sex (f!receiving), implied piv, established relationship, DOGGIES, really cute stuff tbh

word count: 2.6k

A/N: THIS GIF MAKES ME CACKLE SO HARD

“Oh, Lokiiiii,” You called out for your husband as you padded your feet down the hardwood floors of your shared home. You held your phone in your hand and what displayed on the screen was something that you knew would probably be an immediate no, but it doesn’t hurt to try, right?

“Yes, my life?” You heard Loki reply from your shared bedroom. You swiftly finished your walk down the hall and leaned into the doorframe entering the room and stared at Loki with a mischievous glint in your eyes that Loki did not miss, “Oh no, what do you want?” Loki added on, placing the book he was reading on the bedside table beside him.

“Pfft— Whattt… I don’t want anything,” You lied with a big smile on your face, as you approached your husband who sat gracefully on the bed. Loki obviously did not believe that statement for one second, but still opened his arms, signaling you to crawl on top of him.

You obliged, crawling up the bed and straddling his hips and wrapping your arms around his neck, your phone now pressing into his scapula. You placed a kiss on his nose and smiled once again.

“If you wanna ask me for something, you should probably start giving me a real kiss, not a mere peck on my nose, my little dove,” Loki smiled, his hands finding their way to your hips and just resting there. You giggled and pulled him into a kiss on the lips.

As you tried to pull away, Loki’s hand moved from your hip to the back of your neck, keeping you against him. You smiled into the kiss as he did this, obviously showing off his neediness. Loki took this opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, kissing you more fiercely.

The hand that still remained on your hip slipped up underneath the shirt you were wearing, gliding his fingertips across the cool skin that lay beneath the shirt.

The kiss continued along for a little longer until Loki felt a short buzz against the back of his shoulder. Loki pulled away panting, before he remembered that you came in here for something and that something was probably on your phone that laid on his scapula right now.

“Now tell me what it is that you want,” Loki smiled, kissing your cheek as your little smirk reappeared on your face.

“Soooo… I was on TikTok today, right? Well, I came across this video with a bunch of cute and funny videos of different dogs and I just looked up different rescue shelters near by, just for fun, of course, and I found this realllyyyy cute Golden Retriever named Sadie,” You explained quickly, finally showing your husband what is up on the screen of your phone right now.

The picture was of a Golden Retriever laying in a sunflower field that was taken by the shelter. Sadie has a dopey yet happy look on her face, but she still looked really thin, you could see her rib cage.

“Darling, I know not if we will even have time to watch over her. I’m sorry, my love, but it’s a no for now,” Loki said solemnly, kissing your nose. He couldn’t help but feel his heart hurt when he saw a look of sadness across your face.

“It’s okay, Lo… I figured I would ask. I just hope Sadie finds a good home that’ll treat her well,” You said with a sad tone in your voice.

**

Around 2 weeks later, it was your birthday. You didn’t really want to do anything for your birthday besides relax with your husband in bed all day. Tony gave you permission to take off of work for today, since today was a ‘special day’ according to Pepper.

With that said, you decided to sleep in as much as possible, at least, until you woke up with the feeling of intrusion just beneath the blankets that hung low on your hips. You let out a moan of pleasure as the intrusion was, in reality, Loki’s fingers pumping in and out of you rapidly.

“Fuck… Loki…” You moaned out in a raspy morning voice, bucking your hips against his fingers and his face. He swirled his tongue around your clit before coming up from beneath the sheets, stilling his fingers inside of you.

“Good morning, birthday girl,” Loki smirked, kissing just below your navel, continuing the movements of his fingers, causing you to moan out and arch your back, “let me give you my gifts for today,” Loki whispered once more before diving beneath the sheets once more, licking and slurping at your dripping core. The sounds he made were lewd, which only turned you on so much more.

His fingers prodded that one spot deep inside you that caused you to let out a guttural moan. Your hand dove beneath the sheets and gripped onto his inky black hair, causing him to groan into your soaked cunt which sent vibrations throughout your body, bringing you closer to the edge.

“Loki! Fuck! M’close! Please!” You screamed out towards the plastered ceilings of your shared bedroom. Loki pounded his fingers into you, humming and sucking against your clit, which caused you to gush all over him.

Your orgasm hit you in waves as chills went up your spine in the most euphoric way possible. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and you pulled on Loki’s hair, holding on for dear life, all while Loki worked you through your high.

Once you came down from it, you flipped up the covers, revealing your husband looking up at you with his emerald green eyes, still seated between your thighs. You gave him a crooked smile as he crawled up your bare body.

“Happy Birthday, my sweet,” Loki cooed, giving you a passionate kiss, allowing you to taste yourself on his tongue. You moaned into his mouth as you felt his cock harden and press against you, “Meet me downstairs when you’re ready, I have more for you,” Loki smiled, shimmying toward the edge of the bed, but you grabbed him just before he could leave you.

“My love, stay… you’re hard,” you pleaded, intertwining your hand with his.

“I know I am, but today is about you, not me,” Loki replied, kissing your knuckles.

“Well… I want you to stay and fuck me. I want to cum with you. If today is about me, then you’ll do anything I want, and this is what I want,” you smirked, pulling him towards you.

“I won’t deny such a request from my beautiful birthday girl,” Loki replied, smirking wickedly before he pounced.

**

You sauntered down the hall and down the stairs, wearing a pair of lace panties and one of Loki’s dress shirts.

You entered the kitchen, observing your husband, who was currently making breakfast. Your favorite breakfast. He was making waffles with whipped cream, chocolate syrup, and strawberries.

Your eyes moved from the plates he was setting the food up on towards his bare back. The muscles flexed and moved around as he moved the freshly made waffle from the waffle maker to the glass plate.

Your eyes wandered lower as you looked at the black sweatpants he wore that hung low on his hips. You couldn’t deny how fine his ass looked in them.

You sauntered over to him and gave him a slap on the ass, causing him to jump at the sudden action, but quickly relaxed when he felt your arms around his waist as you laid your head on his back.

“I made your favorite breakfast, sit down, my love, I’ll bring it to you,” Loki sighed dreamily, you nodded against his back and walked to the kitchen island, which had bar stools placed right beside it.

Loki brought both of your plates over and you guys ate together. He finished before you, taking his dishes to the sink and leaned against the counter across from the island and just stared at you.

“May I help you, Mr. Laufeyson?” You asked after swallowing the food in your mouth.

“Just admiring my beautiful wife, Mrs. Laufeyson,” Loki replied with a smile, causing you to smile as well.

You continued to eat until your plate was empty, but before you could get up to add your dishes to the sink, Loki took them from your reach and placed them in the sink as well.

“I know you said you didn’t want me to get you anything for your birthday, but…” Loki started.

“Loki, are you kidding me?” You asked, crossing your arms, raising an eyebrow.

“But, darling, I think you’ll really enjoy what I got you for your birthday. I promise it’s only one thing,” Loki smiled. You scoffed, as he left to retrieve his gift.

He came back down the stairs, holding a medium sized box that was wrapped in dark green wrapping paper and a gold bow to top it off.

“Open it,” he smiled, almost bouncing up and down in excitement. You laughed, playfully rolling your eyes before ripping open the wrapping paper and opening the box to reveal what was inside.

It was a collar.

Not just any collar though.

The collar was dark green with golden emblems sewed delicately into the fabric of the collar. There was a simple black clip in the back, and a paw-shaped tag on the front that read the word ‘Sadie’ on it.

Your mouth dropped to the ground as your eyes began to fill up with tears. You looked to your husband who was giving you a beaming smile as he watched your reaction.

“Where is she?” You asked, standing up from the bar stool. Loki excused himself once more before coming back from the back door with Sadie.

She was the most beautiful Golden Retriever you have ever seen. Sure, she was skinny, but you would certainly fatten her up real easy. Her golden brown eyes shone in the natural light in the room as she panted with her tongue hanging out lazily.

“Loki! I love you so much!” You squealed, running up to your husband, kissing him affectionately. He easily returned the kiss, placing his hands on your hips. You pulled away from him, “how did you even get her? She was listed 2 weeks ago, and people normally snatch purebred goldies real quick,” You asked, looking up at those green eyes you fell in love with.

“Well…”

~ Loki’s POV: 2 weeks prior ~

“Oh, Lokiiiii,” I heard my wife call from the end of the hallway that leads to our room. I looked up from the book I was reading and replied.

“Yes, my life?” I replied, looking at the doorway with the door that hung open, as I felt I didn’t need to close doors anymore.

A few seconds later, my beautiful wife appeared at the door frame, gazing at me with love, and… was that mischief? What is she up to?

“Oh no, what do you want?” I asked partially jokingly, placing the book on my lap on the bedside table next to our bed.

“Pfft— Whattt… I don’t want anything,” She replied, obviously lying, as she approached me. I opened my arms, allowing her to come to me. She got the message and straddled my lap and wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed my nose.

“If you wanna ask me for something, you should probably start giving me a real kiss, not a mere peck on my nose, my little dove,” I laughed. Seeing my little dove smile back at me made my heart flutter, she was truly the most amazing woman ever.

She easily listened and kissed me passionately. I furthered the kiss when she smiled into the kiss by slipping my tongue in. Without thought, my hands started wandering her body, my temple, as I like to call her.

Our kiss was soon disrupted by a buzz against the back of my shoulder. I frowned and pulled away, now remembering that she wanted something.

“Now tell me what it is that you want,” I smiled, kissing her cheek as her smirk reappeared on her flawless face.

She rambled on and on about how she was on TikTok and now she found herself on a website with dogs and how she wants to adopt one. I feigned a frown and denied her request for a dog, but only after I read the website name and mentally took note of it.

Later that night, after I fucked put my darling girl to sleep, I grabbed my phone and looked up the website, pulling up the profile Sadie had and called the number linked to it.

“Hello! Thank you for calling, may I help you?” The woman said on the other side of the phone.

“Hi, yes, I would like to adopt Sadie,” I almost whispered as I entered the en-suite bathroom.

“Okay, sir. But there is a list of people that also want Sadie, so if they all don’t answer then you’ll get her, obviously you’ll still have to pay and what not but y’know,” The lady chirped as I heard her typing into a keyboard.

“Look, I will pay you an extra $1000 if you skip the list and just give her straight to me. This is for my darling wife. She uhm…” I stopped, thinking up a quick lie, “we just recently put down our last dog, and my darling has been in bed for weeks because of it. I really need Sadie and so does she,” I lied, trying to sound like I was on the verge of tears.

“I’m sorry, sir. However, there is a protocol that we follow, so it’s fair for everyone,” the lady replied.

After a little more convincing and bribing, the lady agreed and gave me an appointment to visit Sadie to see if she’s the one I want.

**

“My darling love, I am going to the store, is there anything I can get you?” I asked, putting my loafers on as my wife sat behind me in bed.

“Could you get ice cream? I wanna eat ice cream and have a movie marathon with you tonight,” She mumbled sleepily. I smiled at her request and nodded.

I left and headed to the appointment to get Sadie.

~ Your POV: present day ~

“Oh Loki, you’re so sweet,” You smiled, kissing him once more before kneeling down and meeting the Golden Retriever that was now your best girl.

“Oh and one more thing,” Loki said, looking down at you as you played with Sadie’s floppy ears, “I gave her an enchantment that expands her lifetime so that they match up to ours,” Loki explained. You stopped and looked up at him.

“I’m so giving you a blowjob later,”

**

the way my tiktok fyp is literally all dogs rn and i’m not complaining

[oliwrites]

I Have a Confession

pairing: loki x f!reader

genre: fluff, humor?

summary: you have a confession you wish to make to loki, but things don’t really go your way

warnings: none i don’t think

word count: <1000

You padded through the compound, you had a certain swagger to your step. A swagger that was full of confidence, you were finally going to do it. You were finally going to confess to Loki.

Loki joined the Avengers almost 2 years ago and you basically swooned over him since you first laid eyes on him. You never had the confidence to confess to Loki until tonight. Sure, you had 1… 2… 3, Hell maybe even 4 too many drinks, but it was the exact thing you needed to say what you wanted to say for these past 2 years now.

“Loki Laufeyson!” You yelled out, searching for the raven haired god, before you finally spotted him on the compound couch wearing black sweatpants and a skintight t-shirt.

The t-shirt hugged this biceps perfectly and complimented his pectorals. The shirt slightly caressed the dips and curves of his abs. What you would do to rip that shirt off and lick his muscles is practically unspeakable.

“Yes, darling?” Loki asked, looking away from his phone that lightly illuminated the features on his face, accentuating his chiseled cheekbones.

“I have a confession I wish to make,” You stated matter-of-factly.

“Go on,” Loki spoke, raising an eyebrow and now shutting off his phone to turn and look at you.

“I like you, like a lot a lot. Ever since I saw you in the Avengers compound and ever since you became and official part of the team, I’ve liked you,” You slurred, trying your best to appear sober, “I think you’re like really hot— Shit did I say that out loud? Fuck… I mean you are especially in that shirt like damn,” You rambled, losing a touch of your confidence.

“Is that all?” Loki asked, an amused look now plastered on his face.

“If I said what I really had to say I’d probably be kicked off the team, so yeah, that’s it, I like really like you and I want you to be my boyfriend or something,” You replied almost blandly. Part of you wanted to slap yourself for being so stupid with your words, and the other part of you just wanted to jump his bones already.

“Darling, I’m sorry, but I cannot be your boyfriend,” Loki replied sympathetically.

“But… why?” You asked weakly, tears starting to form in your eyes as his words hit you like a bus. People told you rejection hurt, but nobody told you it hurt that bad.

“Because we’re already married!” Loki laughed, lifting up his left ring finger, showing off the simple gold band that hugged around it.

You blinked the tears away and looked down at your own ring finger to see the the gold ring that was adorned by many emeralds. You stopped and admired the way it looked on your finger before speaking up again.

“Oh yeah…”

*

i have no idea where this idea came from, but i’m working with it and now i’m going to bed!!