#loki kinktober

[suguru-getos]

୨・┈﹕✦﹕ Kinktober Day 16﹕✦﹕┈・୧

loki x f!reader -> çnç

event masterlist

warnings: çnc themes, slight choking, bondage, cunnilingus, loki being a menace but both the reader & loki break character in the end. mentions of aftercare and sweet fluff‼️

“running will land you in worse situations than this one, pet.” the echoing voice of loki reverberated through the shell of your ear, louder than your panting, your gasping as you tried to clutch onto your failing lungs for air. “how adoring of you to think you can outrun, the god, your god.” loki’s low, mocking chuckle followed soon after.

you were aimlessly running in the asgardian castle corridors, trying with all your heart and soul to escape the ruthlessness of your captor. getting almost dizzy when you forced your feet to take another step, almost falling down if it wasn’t for those metallic ornamented wrists laced with fine asgardian leather grabbing you by the neck. “oh, found you.” he grimly chuckles.

“please— your highness, i will never run again.” you clutched onto his wrist, scratching it up while loki lifted you up forcefully, your legs leaving the ground but you didn’t feel choked. of course— him and his theatrics. “i know you won’t run, little pet. because i will render those legs useless when i’d be done with you.” loki gritted his teeth, baring the green light in his eyes as you got tied up, teleporting to his bedroom and against his mattress. green silk bands tied your wrists and ankles apart, like a starfish.

you tried your best to struggle away, but the tug only got tighter until a painful whimper escaped your parted lips. “submission might aid. i might add.” loki’s words were like a silent warning & also a hint. you may comply and he might be merciful. “please your highness, i beg off you to let me go.” you crooned, glossy eyed.

“oh, darling,” loki feigns pity, and the next moment you find yourself naked in front of his feasting eyes. nipples hardening at the tender touch of colder air and cunt clamping around nothing now that you felt so drastically exposed. your eyed squeezed shut, heat radiating through your cheeks as you turned your head to the side. “you should pray to your god, no? pray to him to be merciful.” loki muses, leaning in and kissing your throbbing clit.

the touch alone sent jolts down your spine and core, pupils widening at his skilled tongue twirling around your needy clit. “you taste sinful.” he smirked, eyes glancing at your furrowed brows. “let me go.” you tried once more, meek whimpers erupting from your pouted lips.

“hmm?” loki contemplated, acting as if he might actually let you go. “alright.” he leaned back, glinting mischievously with a smirk. “if you don’t want me having my way with you, then you don’t cum. after all. it is all but torment to you is it not?” loki emphasises, knowing full well you’d lose yourself and cream the moment he goes hard on your cunt.

you pouted, while that was answer enough, loki still wanted to show you the control he has over you. spreading your cunt lips, he leaned in, taking a shameless sniff of your arousal. “how cute.” he smirked, leaning in and lapping at your juices. fuck— you were feeling so hot and bothered, every single vein in your body feeling the heat of his administrations. you reflexively rutted your hips against him, eager to please yourself over his tongue, eager to cum.

“your highness- AH loki- please- please i’m so close.” it was not before long your body had betrayed you & you were reduced to a mumbling, panting, begging mess. even so, you knew better than to cum without loki’s permission. “go on, little pet.” loki’s thumb ran languid circles onto your clit. “have at it.”

your orgasm tore through your body as you screamed out his name, rabid breathing echoing through the walls of your shared bedroom. “fuck- fuck- can’t can’t.” your moans reduced to pleas again, when loki didn’t want to stop at just one orgasm. “please loki- need a break.” you gasped out, normally you could give him two orgasms without break, but the situation you were in made you a little more sensitive than normal.

“need a break? or want a break, pet?” loki asked once more, a silent nudge for your surity if you wanted him to break his character.

“need a break, loki.” you whimpered back, struggling against the restraints. the use of his first name was signal enough. “alright darling.” he smiled, the restraints gone as he leaned in, kissing you passionately.

“oh what a man you make me to be.” he rolled his eyes when you hug him back, inhaling the comfort of his scent. “it was fun! don’t lie.” you pouted, smiling back when he nuzzled his nose against you.

“you do know that i would never do anything against your will, right princess?” loki reminded you again, while you nodded in approval. “yes, i do.”

“perfect.”

“lifting me off the ground was a bit much.”

“come on, little one, i am known for my theatrics.”

[lady-rose-moon]

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

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

My main Masterlist can be found ~~here~~

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

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, thigh riding

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[st4rymoon]

✶ 𝐁𝐞𝐠 ✶

𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟓: 𝐂𝐨𝐜𝐤! 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 | 18+ | 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭

𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐋𝐚𝐮𝐟𝐞𝐲𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Warnings: cock! Warming, p in v, no protection, teasing, edging, mean dom loki, jealousy, slight mention of violence (Loki gives Bucky a black eye), language, possessive Loki

𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫-𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

You were in agony sitting on Lokis lap, cock buried deep inside you with no movement for the past hour. He read away, buried in you and his book as you laid on his shoulder.

“Stop moving” Loki calmly spoke as you squirmed in his lap “please” you whined and puckered your lips onto his neck. Your soft lips kissed up his jaw while you bucked your hips.

“I’m not going to ask you again”

“Please loki, need to move” you cried as you felt your walls pulsing around his thick cock. You could feel his tip kissing your cervix, every inch stretching you out perfectly.

“Mmhm I don’t know darling, do you think you deserve it after the way you acted?” He hummed. The memory of Bucky kissing you on the cheek as a hello came to you, loki was in the corner, eyes trained on you with his arms crossed as he saw a man kiss you.

You tried to explain it was just a peck on the cheek as a hello but you can never win with Loki. You know he doesn’t let anyone touch you, after that incident Bucky came back with a black eye.

“I told you it wasn’t in the way you thought” you pleaded, your fingers digging into his shoulders as he softly bucked into you. “Is that so doll? Tell me again?” You cried out as he began to thrust is hips “ah ah, look at me and give me an explanation. If you stop then you’ll end up right where you started”

Loki was cruel in the best ways. He was fully aware that you’d barley get a proper sentence out with his cock slipping in and out of you “Ah- a- it wasn’t like that Loki… never. Never want anyone else the way I want yo-“ you stuttered.

He hummed at your words, his gruntled hum vibrating through his chest as he slowed his pace “NO no Loki please” you could feel the tears spill down your heated cheeks.

Your body was burning in need as his hands played with your ass, soft slaps hitting your skin as he enjoyed your pathetic whines and pleads. “That metal armed solider learned his lesson, now I guess I’ll have to teach you yours.”

His voice was cold and devilish as he spoke. You don’t know how much more you could handle this for, it already felt like hours of this torture.

Loki tried to ignore the throbbing of your pussy as he lowered you back onto his base. You could feel his pubic hairs full of your wetness, a soft moan leaving his lips as you sleeved his cock.

“I’ll give you what you want if you ask nicely” he smiled. You didn’t know if this was a trick or not since Loki’s usually never this giving when he’s trying to prove a point.

You looked at him in confusing while trying to analyze his face. The slight smirk on his face gave you the idea he was fucking around but the slight thrust of his hips told you otherwise.

“Please Loki, I’ll never do it again. I’m sorry, please Loki” you cried. He smiled as you continued your pleads “Aww darling, wasn’t that sweet” he mocked.

He halted his thrusts and pushed you back onto his chest, going back to his book he sighed with a smile.

He doesn’t mind staying like this for a while longer just to make sure you learn your lesson.

[alexander-arcturus-black-lupin]

Loki using his Shadows on you after your behaviour at a party

TW: Slight Voeyerism, sex with shadows, hints to somnophilia.

Odin had held a grand festival. It had beautiful nymphs and goddesses from different worlds. You had dressed in a beautiful black top with a matching skirt. The shirt cut off before your navel and the skirt cut off before your thighs.

Wrapped in a beautiful glittery veil, and a golden headband. You were stunning, in Loki's eyes you shined brighter than all the stars above, glittering on the ceiling.

Grünle a jöttenhimer had asked you to dance and you agreed to one just to indulge him. Suprisingly akward was far from it. He was a gentleman through and through. With slight jokes and remarks. You enjoyed his company yes. Buqt you wished to be in the arms of a god a few yards away.

Although those yards felt like seas. You knew this wasn't one sided as you felt his gaze on you, and you only the entire time. Grünle brought you close for the last time and gave you a polite hug.

Kissing you cheek, he smiled and told you to enjoy yourself. You simply smiled and said you would.

You allowed the music and the wine to guide you, mingling with he crowd. You didn't feel his gaze anymore. You started to turn but was caught when yoy fwlt something trace your waist.

Or rather.

Someone.

"You of all people should know that i get jealous very easily, especially with people i care about," he whispered gently into your neck.

He moved you to he music and you began to dance. You didn't need to look behind you, or at the long veiny hands infront of you.

And he was jealous.

He slowly twirled you and you glimpsed his face.

He was jealous.

The dance between you was filled with tension, he held you closer at parts, his hand going higher towards your neck as though to collar you.

You smiled to yourself, if he ever wished to do that, boy would you let him. He kissed your cheek at the end of the dance. Before stealing one from you lips. It was a quick one.

You only bit your lip and curtsied and after your dance gave your hand out to another, and another, and another. Till you swore you shoes had worn out. With every dance, they would swoop in a kiss your cheek.

You could basically feel his jealousy rising with each peck. You had gone out to the adjoining balcony for air. You tried to gather your thoughts. You had teased the god of mischief. Surely some form of punishment should be on its way.

As you stood pondering what you had done. You realised you weren't alone. You felt them.

His shadows.

You felt them slip under your dress, fondling and groping you. One even slipped into your hand and took your drink. Sliding it onto the balcony table.

The slowly relieved you of you dress sliding it off your shoulders. Soon you were on your back, softly moaning at the invisible person on you. You felt everything, from your breasts to your nethers.

It's not like you've never been touched there before, it's just that you've never been touched by his shadows.

The moved in sync guiding you to your orgasm, one went over your mouth to stop anyone from getting to hear you.

Loki was the type to either fuck you infront of everyone, or the keep your moans and pleasures to himself.

It stopped at your breasts for a minute giving it a light squeeze before heading up your face to your ear.

Over and over, these shadows were relentless. Guiding you to every orgasm. You were a sweating heaving mess. You turned to try and crawl away but they wouldn't let go.

Finally they released you. Cleaning you up aswell. Your mind was hazy and in a mess. Slowly one slid up your body again.

"The things I wish to do to you lovely, but alas my shadows will have to suffice for now, do not wait up for me love, i shall come for you, then, I shall have you, awake or not."

lo elysium.

You felt the floor open at your feet and off you went. You hoped loki would join you soon.

A/N: curtsied

Idk how to spell it and I'm too lazy for da shit

Also if y'all cannot picture the outfit, I got reference from. The Dragon King's bride on WEBTOON , CHAPTER 16

Also reader is either black or like dark skinned, am I projecting? 🤔 maybe🤷🏾‍♀️

[myfictionaldreams]

😈Kinktober Masterlist 2022

Better late than never, am I right? Hello my dears, welcome to my first ever Kinktober and only a month late!

I hope you enjoy them as much as I’ve enjoyed writing them. Warnings will be included in each fic, so please read these before proceeding.

main masterlists // AO3

Day 1: Hair pulling ~ Eddie Munson x f!reader

Day 2: Mommy kink ~ Steven Grant x f!reader

Day 3: Double penetration ~ Steve / Bucky x f!reader

Day 4: Begging ~ Frank Castle x f!reader

Day 5: Clothed sex ~ Loki x f!reader

Day 6: Menstruation ~ Bucky x f!reader

Day 7: Milking ~ James Potter x f!reader

Day 8: Fucking Machines ~ Helmut Zemo x f!reader

Day 9: Anal Sex ~ Tony Stark x f!reader

Day 10: Overstimulation ~ Lee Bodecker x f!reader

Day 11: Sensory Deprivation ~ Jake Lockley x f!reader

Day 12: Ruined Orgasm ~ Mafia! Steve Rogers x f!reader

Day 13: Fisting ~ Sirius Black x f!reader

Day 14: Orgasm Denial/Delay ~ Remus Lupin x f!reader

Day 15: Begging ~ Bucky Barnes x f!reader

Day 16: First Time ~ Steven Grant x f!reader

Day 17: Magic ~ Draco Malfoy x f!reader

Day 18: Cockwarming ~ Professor Remus Lupin x f!reader

Day 19: Dacryphilia ~ Eddie Munson x f!reader

Day 20: Breeding ~ Frank Castle x f!reader

Day 21: Praise Kink ~ Marc Spector x f!reader

Day 22: Size Difference ~ James / Sirius x f!reader

Day 23: Hate Fucking ~ Helmut Zemo x f!reader

Day 24: Choking ~ Steve / Bucky x f!reader

Day 25: Face Sitting ~ Eddie Munson x f!reader

Day 26: Somnophilia ~ Lee Bodecker x f!reader

Day 27: Keeping Quiet ~ Draco Malfoy x f!reader

Day 28: Car Sex ~ Jake Lockley x f!reader

Day 29: Aftercare ~ The marauders x f!reader

Day 30: Squirting ~ Steve Rogers x f!reader

Day 31: Voyeurism/Exhibitionist~ Remus + Sirius/James x f!reader 

[muddyorbsblr]

no resistance [kinktober 2023: fingering]

See the full Kinktober 2023 Collection here! See my full list of works here!

Summary: President Loki fires his assistant for booking an interview gone horribly sideways and hires you in her place.

Pairing: President Loki x Reader

Word Count: 7.4k [prepare drinkies and snacks accordingly]

Warnings: 18+ | smut (minors & pearl clutchers, be gone. i won't ask again); fingering; dirty talk; most likely inaccurate depictions of what a day in the White House looks like; improper use of the Oval Office desk; a handful of cuss words [let me know if i missed anything!]

Things to be aware of: power dynamic (she's his assistant); mentions of Natasha, Bucky, Morgan, and Steve if you squint; bit of a makeover trope towards the middle of the story; Reader is mid to late 20s

Dick-tionary (aka smut guide): smut starts at "He worked his hand back under" and ends at "When he pulled his digits"

"I uhh…I think that's all the questions I have for this interview. Thank you so much for your time, President Loki, and I wish you the best of luck with your re-election campaign."

The journalist, if she could even be called that, fidgeted the slightest in her seat, her discomfort evident from both the motion and the expression on her face. As if she knew that the god-president was now quite cross with her, and much deservedly so.

As if she knew she spoke out of turn in this interview that was so graciously granted to her.

"My security will see you off the premises. Good day, madam."

He exited the room with a slight swish of his coattails, striding down the halls with a fury now directed at his assistant rather than the would-be journalist. Once the offending individual had been located, there was a meek, fearful look on her face as well.

"Boss," her voice wavered. "Your forehead vein's making an appearance again…"

"Clear your desk. Today is your final day on my team." His voice rang out and echoed all over the floor of the campaign headquarters, most of the staff raising their heads and peering from awkward angles to have a view of the commotion.

"But Boss, you said you wanted to connect with the younger adult audience and capture their votes. Miss Lewis has an audience right smack in that demographic, her videos get millions of views, I don't understand--" She let out a frustrated huff. "An interview with her could secure you a good few million votes in your re-election. From fresh voters who've just registered and are undecided. She could bridge the gap that makes you seem so unrelatable with the digital age--"

"That woman that should never dare call herself a journalist asked me to confirm the measurements of my phallus because it appears that that is the dominating question her audience had for me," he snapped, rendering the former assistant quiet.

"I--I'm sorry, Boss. I didn't know--"

"No. No you did not. It is clear that you did not do ample research on how this Miss Lewis conducted her behavior and what type of a strategy she would likely use to bridge this so called gap of relatability. I have let a good few shortcomings of yours slide since the beginning of this campaign season in hopes that you simply needed to find your footing. But time is running short and frankly so is my patience. I no longer have leniency to spare for incompetence, especially from people that work too closely with me. Pack your belongings, I expect you out within the hour. Security will triple check for any information you may try to smuggle out of the premises, so I suggest you do not even attempt it."

She let out a sound of utter disbelief. "And how exactly do you expect to replace me on such short notice? The press will see when I'm not in your entourage at the briefing tomorrow morning."

"I assure you, it will not be such an impossible feat to replace the likes of you. Now if I were in your shoes, I'd hasten my movements. The hour will tick by before you know it."

Members of Loki's security kept a close watch on her to ensure that she only vacated her desk of her personal belongings. Checking every item she placed into her purse if there were scribbled secrets or supporters' contact information that might give the opposition some sort of an advantage over him.

Once they were positive that there was nothing she held on her person that could even remotely sabotage his re-election campaign, he had her escorted out of the building.

Now on to finding his new assistant. Preferably someone with a sensible enough head on their shoulders that they would at least do a rudimentary background check on who would be conducting the interview before writing them a gate pass and allowing them into such a private space.

Loki took a glance at the small pile of papers that his former assistant left behind. One had numerous strikethroughs and comments scratched on so harshly there were indents on the paper from whoever was wielding the bright fuchsia-inked pen.

Boring as all fuck, this isn't the aesthetic that we're going for. Try again, Y/N, the feedback read. The suggestion held the name of a creator whose content focused on documentaries centered on powerful individuals that have leveraged their platform in a negative manner. That perhaps this journalist could interview him and ask questions that touched on his past before he arrived on Earth and even some of the myths that surrounded his time on Asgard.

The president snapped his fingers at the nearest staff member, beckoning him over with an impatient flick of his fingers. "Which one of your colleagues is Y/N? Point her out to me."

The staff member raised a shaking hand, pointing in the direction of your desk. "O-Over there, Mi--Mister President, Sir," he stammered, mentioning your full name before Loki motioned for him to return to his seat. He took a good look at you, phone clipped between your ear and shoulder while you wrote something down on paper, the concentration written all over your face as you proceeded with your work.

"Yes I'll be sure to keep your contact information on file and forward your request for interview. You'll hear from us soon about schedules and logistics," you told the other person on the line with a smile stretched across your face that was so obviously strained, he could imagine your cheeks were beginning to smart from holding it.

He watched you work for a few more moments, your side of the conversation giving enough away for him to figure out you were speaking with a representative from Stark Industries. Something about a partnership to provide free sustainable energy to the impoverished communities throughout the country.

"We're very much looking forward to speaking with you in more detail about your proposals, Miss Stark. Thank you so so much for taking the time to answer my call, we'll be in touch soon." You took your little pencil and used it to twist your hair out of your face, your strained smile finally dropping. "Sorry I probably won't be able to call though because the president's PA is a complete ditz that'll reject my request because it doesn't go with the aesthetic," you grumbled, imitating his former assistant's tone toward the end and bringing an amused smile to the god's face.

"Miss Y/L/N," he called out to you, his tone uncharacteristically soft. Despite it, however, the sound of his voice still caused you to start in your seat.

Your expression morphed into a grimace, sucking in air between your teeth, looking defeated. "Good afternoon, Sir," you spoke, your words shaking with obvious fear. "You…heard me mocking your assistant, I apologize nobody was meant to hear that. I'll uhm…I'll clear my desk, it was an honor getting to work--"

"Hold on a moment there, darling, you're not in any trouble." He approached you with his hands held out and open in an attempt to tell you you had nothing to fear. "It was…quite an accurate depiction, if we're being honest. Hardly a mockery. I've erm…I've actually come here to speak with you about some of the interview requests you'd sent in prior to today."

He held up some of the scraps of paper in his hand, each of them containing your handwriting and his previous assistant's caustic feedback in the obnoxious fuchsia ink she insisted on using. "They were all rejected," you offered lamely, grimacing again as you squirmed in your seat.

"They're also quite clever. Intelligent, even." Your head snapped up at the compliment, a mixture of shock and satisfaction on your face as you looked at him. Your grimace had given way to a tiny endearing smile, a tinge of pink now in your cheeks. "Had my itinerary been comprised of these instead, today might have turned out to be more productive."

Your eyes widened to the point he worried they might pop out of your head. "The Lewis interview pushed through today?" He nodded once, a look of pity now painting your features. "I am so terribly sorry I sent over my research on her content but--"

"My former assistant likely shredded your findings," he finished, sitting slightly at the edge of your desk. "It's alright, Y/N, I don't hold you responsible for any of today's shortcomings. I see the efforts you've taken to enrich this campaign. Shamefully quite late, but I see them now. Hopefully moving forward we could work together to correct your predecessor's oversights."

"Wait, hold on…former assistant? Predecessor? Sir what--"

"I'd like to offer you a promotion of sorts. I'm in need of a new assistant, seeing as I fired the last one today for organizing an interview so brazenly invasive I might as well have taken the meeting completely nude."

"Well I'm sure Ms Lewis' audience would've loved that--" You stopped your words short, looking as if you'd bit your tongue. "Sorry I shouldn't have--"

"I'm sure they would have," he chuckled, leaning in the slightest to get a better look at you, finding himself surprisingly looking forward to what the next few days would bring, seeing your face more often as well as the potential of a better workflow considering that you seemed to be more focused on substance over appearance. "Take the rest of the day to familiarize yourself with the new workflow, as well as my itinerary. I'll defer to your judgment to rearrange or outright cancel any upcoming interviews as you see fit. I'll meet with you a half-hour before breakfast for a debrief on any changes you've decided on."

He barely gave you any time to nod your head in agreement before he reached for your hand, raising it to his lips and placing a delicate kiss on the back of your hand.

"I look forward to working with you, Y/N."

Your first few days working for President Loki had passed in a blur, working tirelessly to rearrange his schedule and maintaining a correspondence with the content creators that your predecessor had arranged interviews for. Spinning tales of how hectic the president's schedule had become on such short notice and therefore their appointments with him would have to be rescheduled at a later date.

A later date that probably would never come, considering that most if not all of the planned interviews conducted their business similarly to the one that effectively got his former assistant fired within the hour. You made a small note in your own binder that perhaps when he'd secured his re-election, they could be granted access among the crowd of reporters during larger press conferences.

"Maybe if you're among hoards of other reporters, you can keep your thirst in check and actually act like respective, decent human beings. Not asking about dick measurements like you're asking about the weather today. Thirsty idiots…" you grumbled, writing another name into the list.

"If that list gets any longer, you may need to have a rotation schedule, sweetling." You jumped at the sound of the president's voice coming from so close behind you, peering over your shoulder to find that he stood near enough that you could almost feel the heat radiating from his body. "Are these all the ones you'd rescheduled from the prior calendar?"

You mutely nodded, swallowing your nerves before speaking. "All the ones so far," you clarified, clicking away at your computer to show him the packed and borderline overbooked schedule that was formerly planned for him. "I made sure to go for the ones planned in the next few weeks first so that they at least have enough time to reallocate their time somewhat. There's about six more weeks worth to sort out."

"Excellent work," he told you, his voice even closer to your ear now that he was leaning over your shoulder to peer at the schedule on your monitor. "And what does my schedule look like for today, Y/N?"

You clicked to this week's view, taking a cursory look at the calendar. "After the press briefing, you have a lunch meeting with the Department of Defense along with one of the directors of R & B Weaponries, a Mr Barnes, to discuss about a new ammo supplier for the Navy forces and your own personal security detail."

He nodded along with your summary, the citrusy leathery scent of him wafting into your space and making you a touch dizzy from his onslaught of your senses. You just had to smell immaculate on top of looking like sex on legs, you hissed inwardly, biting down hard at the inside of your lip to keep you from saying a word aloud.

"And will you be joining me in this luncheon?"

Your eyes widened at his question. Of course you wouldn't be. The information to be divulged in such meetings should be something heard only by the president or those he deems closest to him. You were his assistant, nothing more. All you needed to know were names, dates, and overall points of discussion.

"I uhm…no. I don't--I don't believe I will be," you stammered, your breath hitching when he turned his head to look at you and suddenly you could feel his warm breath on your cheek. "Personal assistants aren't usually included in the guest list for these events," you offered in a lame attempt at explaining a question he didn't even ask.

"You are now. We'll leave at a quarter to noon." He began to walk out of the office, only halting to look at you over his shoulder when you let out a tiny squeak like you were about to protest. "Are you opposed to this new arrangement, sweet mortal?"

"Uhh--" You took a breath, composing yourself. "No, Sir. I'll call the restaurant to update the head count."

President Loki smirked at you, jerking his head toward the door. "Excellent. Now we should get going. I believe the briefing will commence in a few moments."

While you were on your way to the briefing room, you sent a haphazard text to a stylist friend, a Hail Mary to hopefully get you looking somewhat presentable.

Tasha, massive SOS. I need an outfit to not look like a total clown show next to the President for a lunch thing.

You followed a few steps behind the president, taking a quick look at your watch when you got notified of a reply from your friend, Natasha Romanoff. Is "lunch thing" your way of downplaying "date"? He finally made his move on you after making googly eyes at you all week long?

Her text had you fighting the urge to roll your eyes as you stepped into the briefing room, cameras at the ready and reporters sitting straight and alert, waiting to pounce with their questions once President Loki was situated at his podium.

The hour went on mostly without a hitch, you taking your notes on near everything he'd mentioned in response to the reporters' queries. While your boss was speaking with a few people from Press Relations, your ears perked up at some small talk between two reporters, one of them having a few biting words to say about you.

"I mean at least his last assistant had some sense of fashion. I never thought I'd miss Little Miss looks like she got hired from the red light district, but at least she didn't look like some frumpy ass college student who just rolled out of bed. Honestly she's dragging the whole look down and that's saying so much because Mr President can make anything look hot."

"Except her, apparently," the other reporter shot back in a snippy tone. "Guarantee you he just hired her so that he has less of a distraction in the workplace. She's the kind people look at and they're doing the opposite of mentally undressing her."

"Mentally putting a paper bag over her head," the first reporter capped off with a witchy cackle.

You felt your fury bubbling just under the surface, wanting nothing more than to march over there and give them a piece of your mind for being so catty at someone that they didn't even know. To drag them over their impractical shoes that made their legs wobble if they so much as tried to stand straight or their two sizes too small shirts that had buttons fighting for their life trying to keep their tits covered.

Instead of doing any of that, however, you pulled out your phone to text Tasha. Firstly, no it's not a "date", when are you gonna drop that tin foil hat of yours. And secondly, scratch what I said earlier. You've wanted to give me a makeover since college? Now's your chance, Babes. Gimme the works.

You sidled past the president and his current company, asking one of your closer acquaintances from the staff to accompany him to any impromptu meetings until the lunch meeting later and to inform your boss that you had to attend to a personal matter, but that you would be back before he left for the restaurant.

As the clock kept on ticking closer half past noon, Loki could feel himself getting antsy waiting for your return. He'd noticed how jittery you seemed when you passed him on your way out of the press briefing, and the staff member you'd sent to keep him apprised in your stead gave no satisfactory explanation on what caused you to step out so abruptly.

"Where are you, Y/N…" he grumbled into the empty office, looking on at your desk that he'd moved inside so that calling on you would require less effort. Instead of stepping outside or phoning you, he'd simply have to call your name from wherever he was and you were already there.

And if he was being completely honest with himself, he'd also done it so you would be closer to him and he would see you at all times throughout the day. He found your presence calmed him, the competence you'd more than proven to have over the last few days already easing his day to day.

Just as he was about to reach for his phone and call you to check if you were alright, he heard your voice outside his office, speaking with your reliever in a tone he likened to one that he heard back on Asgard. Whenever Frigga would correct him on any missteps he had throughout his magic lessons.

"I totally get how you can get lost finding the meeting rooms, it's a goddamn maze in here. But if you make any of them lose unnecessary time because of it, not everyone will come at you with understanding. Just make sure that it doesn't happen for next time. I'll draw you up a map for the rooms that are most frequently used. Study it, live it, breathe it. See if someone from security can accompany you while you familiarize yourself with the place, and don't stop until you can navigate the floor with your eyes closed."

"Yes, ma'am," your reliever confirmed, his tone audibly less jittery than when he was speaking with Loki. "Thank you so much, Y/N. Honestly getting you to be in charge of the rest of us might be one of the best things the President ever did. The one before you was so--"

"Harpy?" you finished with a chuckle, the lightness in your tone feeling like a soothing balm to the nerves Loki had had since he saw you exit the White House so hastily earlier this morning. "Remember when I tried to suggest that we should reach out to Greta Thunberg's team?"

He could almost hear the other man shudder from the other side of the door. "Gah, she nearly ripped your throat out that day. Something something not shippable and we need to get 'hot people'. Really lost the plot, that one. Anyways, I'll go work on memorizing that map. Thanks again, Boss."

"Yikes, don't call me that," you shot back, your voice growing closer to the door, prompting Loki to walk back to his desk before you stepped into the office. "That's just for our boss, no one else." Your footsteps sounded different; there was considerably more of a click in each step, and the slightest stumble to them as if you were re-familiarizing yourself with your own legs.

There was a bizarre feeling of the air becoming easier to breathe once he heard the door open. "There you are, darling. I hope your personal matter's been sorted out and you're ready to--" His words halted dead in their tracks once he turned around and got a good look at you, quickly surmising that the 'personal matter' was a complete overhaul of your appearance.

There was an ethereal glow to your face and your hair that had his hands twitching to reach out and touch you, and in place of the slightly oversized sweater and denim you'd worn this morning was a blazer designed to be worn as a dress, set in a shade of green that matched his waistcoat perfectly. To top it all off, the buckle that cinched at your waist as well as the heels that brought your height up by a few inches were set in a gold that matched the horned helmet atop his head.

You looked like the personification of his most far-fetched fantasies whenever he thought of what he wanted in someone that would stand by his side. A confidant. A partner. A lover, even.

Someone radiantly beautiful, brilliant, and completely unafraid to declare themself as his by adorning his colors.

"Too much?" you spoke up, jostling him out of his thoughts. "I-I mean if it is I still have a change of clothes in my bag I can--"

"No, no. It's not too much, little mortal. Not at all." Mentally he was stabbing himself for stumbling over his words so clumsily; he was normally so much more composed than this. "You look…ravishing." Your eyes lit up at his words, betraying the neutral expression you tried to maintain. "Come. We should head to the restaurant."

He offered out his hand to you, confusion plaguing him when the rhythm of his heart stumbled just as his words did once you'd placed your hand in his. He found you such an anomaly, looking at you with utmost curiosity, wondering how someone could simultaneously calm the chaos all around him and yet incite an entirely different type of chaos in his heart. Not to mention his loins.

"You know, darling, had we been in Asgard, your wearing of my colors could be interpreted as a declaration of your allegiance to me," he spoke once you were both situated in the back of the car. You nodded your head slowly, as if ruminating over what he'd just said. He couldn't take his eyes off of you.

"That makes sense," you answered, seeming as if you were thinking aloud. "Seeing as I am your assistant, people should see within seconds that I'm associated with you. The color thing's probably the most tasteful way of doing it rather than a t-shirt with your face printed on it…"

"May I ask you something…a touch more personal, Miss Y/L/N?"

"O-Of course," you stammered, your nodding a touch unsteady, fingers laced together tightly as if you were trying to keep your nerves at bay.

"What made you decide to work for me?"

You blinked rapidly for a moment, seeming to be genuinely taken aback by the question, before composing your answer.

"All the people who held the position before you were horrid…evil men. All they cared about was finessing a kick back. Burying their constituents in debt. You stepped into office and…I was out of debt in less than half a year. My student loans were nowhere to be found. All because you prioritized our right to have an education. Of course I was going to try working on your re-election campaign."

Hearing you talk about his predecessors, describing them the way you did as if they were so starkly different from him, somehow didn't sit right with the god. "But darling, you do know that I, too, am what others would call a…horrid, evil man?"

You shook your head stubbornly, sitting up straighter as if you were about to deliver a lecture. "No. You're not. I've seen evil men. I've worked with them, I've--" The words caught in the back of your throat, making you clear your throat before pushing on. "I've suffered at the hands of evil men."

Your eyes met his, the sincerity in them knocking the air out of his lungs. Had he been up on his feet, he was sure that your next words would have knocked him down on his ass.

"I'm not looking at an evil man."

His next query escaped from his mouth so swiftly, he couldn't have stopped the words even if he wanted to. "Y/N, what prompted all this?" He made a motion from your hair to your feet. "Why the change?" You squirmed in your seat, as if holding the answer in was making you physically uncomfortable. "It's alright, darling, you can tell me."

There was a heaviness in your tone when you answered. Like you were holding back tears from just recounting the events. "This morning…in the briefing room. There were these reporters commenting on how I looked and how it kind of…cheapened the image. Your image. Ruined the aesthetic."

"What is it with these feeble-minded mortals and their absurd fascination about aesthetics?"

"I don't know," you blurted out. "But the thing is, Sir, I don't have to know. The only thing I have to understand is that there are people, voters, who assign a high value to the aesthetic of a candidate. And it won't sit right in my conscience if I have the knowledge that my appearance can jeopardize someone's decision to vote for you, and I do nothing about it. So…I called up a friend of mine and…told her to make me a new person. A pretty one."

You were already beautiful, he thought to himself. It mattered not how you presented yourself.

Before he could suppress the urge, he was reaching over to your side of the backseat, tucking a lock of your hair that fell loose, obstructing his view of your features. "You deserve so much better than this, sweet mortal," he said softly, stroking your cheek with the backs of his fingers, his heart warming when he saw how you leaned into his touch. "You should be working for an honorable man. A decent man."

The next words to come out of your mouth had him just about ready to carve his heart out with his own dagger and serve it to you on a golden platter. "I am."

"Babes, noooooo," Tasha whined from her end of the video call. "Why are you putting your hair up? The whole fit goes better with your hair down."

You mumbled your answer as incoherently as you could, hoping she'd chalk it off to a bad connection as you fiddled with the half of your hair that was put up in a little gold claw clip.

"What was that, Babes? I didn't quite hear you."

Dammit. "Because he told me he likes it when my hair's not blocking my face, okay?" you answered her with an exaggerated sigh. "Now please tell me my makeup meets your standards because I really don't wanna explain that I lost motion in my right arm from blending my eyeshadow."

"Okay first, your makeup's fine. I'm so proud I'm about to quote that little red cartoon dragon. And second, I can't believe you had the audacity to tell me I had a tin foil hat on, I told you the first day you walked into that briefing room with him that that man couldn't stop himself from looking at you and looking like a heart-eyed emoji. Now you're telling me this? Babes, it's time you accept it. The President has it bad for you, and give it eight to ten months, and you're gonna become First Lady Y/N Laufeyson. In fact I'm so sure of it that 'if I'm wrong, I'll dye my hair puke green. Neon, glow in the dark, puke green."

You let out a frustrated sound that echoed throughout your apartment, stepping back from the phone and showing your friend your choice of clothing for the day, just like you had every morning for the last week. Today it was a dress with puff sleeves, a high neckline with a keyhole and ribbon bow detailing, and an a-line skirt. In President Loki's signature shade of green, of course.

"Looks great, Babes. He's gonna love it."

"Doesn't matter if he likes it, Tasha. The viewers just have to not think I'm ruining his look," you grumbled, stepping out of your phone camera's view to change into the dress.

"Mm hmm, keep telling yourself that, Y/N. Have a good day at work. Try not to ride your boss until after office hours, okay?" You waved her off, ending the call and putting your phone on Silent before you headed off to the White House.

When you got to President Loki's office, he was sat at the edge of his table, hands resting on the lux hardwood surface, and legs spread.

The posture put those unfairly sensual muscular thighs on sluttish display, made worse by the way the fabric of his at least one size too tight slacks stretched and strained over his skin. You had to look away before you dared look closer because you could've sworn you also clocked some tenting between his legs.

"Good morning, sweet little mortal," he greeted you, his voice even more gravelly than usual. Your knees nearly buckled from its effect on you, already feeling the familiar pooling between your legs.

"Good morning, Sir," you answered, already feeling flushed, your breathing a bit deeper and causing an uncomfortable pinch from how bra was pinching against your breasts. "You're up early today…"

"I'm still up, darling. I couldn't sleep. Something was…plaguing my mind."

"Oh?"

He gave you a single nod before raising his hand forward, curling his fingers in a motion that had your feet moving of their own accord toward him. Had you not known any better it was like he cast a spell that summoned you to his side.

But you did know better. He didn't need to cast a spell.

"Closer," he breathed when you were standing two feet in front of him, flicking his gaze down at the space between his legs.

Your heart caught in your throat, your pulse thundering in your ears and pounding so hard you could swear you felt it even at the tips of your toes. Regardless, you obeyed, stepping closer until you stood less than a foot away from him.

"I want you to know you're free to tell me if you wish for me to stop." His words came out strained, like it hurt to say them. "I would never hold it against you. If you do not feel the same I can drop it and we can both simply pretend this never happened."

There's no way, you kept on stubbornly repeating to yourself. Even as he placed his sinfully large hands at your sides, bringing you even closer, so close that you could feel his breath warming your face.

Even as he reached up to remove the clip holding your hair up, weaving his fingers into your hair to hold you in place while his eyes roamed your features, constantly returning to stare at your lips.

The stubborn voice in the back of your head only got silenced once he closed the remaining distance between you, soft lips pressing against your own in a kiss so delicate it was like he thought you were made of porcelain and you would crack at even the slightest touch.

"You can stop me if you feel I've overstepped," he whispered, still close enough that the movement of his lips still faintly ghosted over your own. "I just simply couldn't go another day without telling you--"

You felt the slightest thrill up your spine at the surprised sound that caught in the back of his throat, when you cut him off by giving him a fleeting kiss of your own.

You barely registered the heavy sound of his helmet hitting the tabletop before he pulled you closer, one hand tugging lightly at your hair, the other roaming down your body and working its way under your dress. He grasped at your thigh, letting out a sinful moan when you parted your lips for him and your tongues met in a frantic tangle.

"Do you trust me?" he rasped, catching his breath. He let out a sharp exhale, sounding relieved when you simply nodded your head. He wrapped his hand around the inside of your knee, his other arm wrapping around your waist to lift you up to straddle his lap, knees resting on the edge of the tabletop.

The precarious position had you grasping at his shoulders, leaning into him to keep yourself from keeling over.

He splayed his hand across your back, holding you steady. "I have you, sweet girl." He pressed a kiss to the corner of your mouth, kissing his way down your neck until you let out a strangled moan once he'd reached a spot between your neck and shoulder.

You had to be dreaming. That was the only explanation for this. You slept in and you were still in your apartment and now you were about to be late for work. Yup, that was it. You tried to dig your nail into your palm, wincing at the sharp pinch you felt but nothing came of it.

"Agh--" Your nail broke skin, a tiny spot of blood blooming on your palm.

"Darling Y/N, what in the Nine are you doing?" He wrapped his hand around your wrist, running his thumb across your palm, seeing the minuscule wound.

"This is a dream," you mumbled, more to yourself. "I have to wake up."

"Little mortal," he cooed, pressing a kiss to your cheek. "You think this a dream?" You whimpered at the smirk he gave you when you nodded. "So you've dreamed of this before? Of my kiss? My touch?"

Ah what the hell I'm dreaming anyway. "I have. Every night."

"Oh my sweet little mortal." He pressed a kiss to your palm, the pinprick wound suddenly nowhere to be found when he pulled away. "I can assure you…if this is a dream, it is one we share. The things I've wanted to do to you. With you. Now that I know you've wanted this, too, there is very little that can stop me from turning those dreams into reality."

He worked his hand back under your dress, between your legs, fingertips teasingly trailing up the inside of your thigh. He let out a staggering breath when he met the fabric of your panties, drenched with your arousal.

When you began to whimper from his fingers tracing along your slit he pulled you in for another kiss, effectively muffling your moans when he began to circle your clit over your panties. You started to roll your hips into his touch in response, your body already aching for more.

"So deliciously eager," he purred, kissing his way to your ear. "But I'll be needing you to stay alert, darling." You let out a little squeak when his hold tightened around your waist, keeping you from grinding your hips and chasing your own pleasure. "Now tell me what will be on my itinerary for today."

The softly growled order had your mind scrambling, thoughts that usually easily stitched together to form whatever answer he needed suddenly becoming disjointed and lost to the recesses of your consciousness. "Wait what?"

"I'm sure you understand my need for those under my employ to be mentally sharp as a tack. Regardless of my desire and affection for you, sweet mortal, you are still among those people." You arched your back, pressing your chest against his when he moved the fabric of your panties aside, sliding a single finger inside you and moving in long, languid strokes. "However now we could perhaps make our little morning discussions a touch more…interesting."

"You have the p-press briefing at eight and--Ohh fuck!" Your grip on his shoulders tightened when he inserted a second finger and curled them upwards, brushing against a spot that had you letting out the most obscene moan that filled his office.

"Such vulgar words from your lucious lips," he panted, stealing another kiss from you, nipping at your bottom lip as he pulled away. "Like watching an angel in the midst of corruption. On her pretty little knees for her god." He brushed against the spot with firmer strokes, making you wetter and turning you into a whimpering mess. "Keep going. What comes after the briefing?"

Your mind was spinning trying to recall. You mentally smacked yourself for struggling to remember when you'd just been committing the schedule to memory on your Uber ride here.

"U-Uhm…You have a pre--a prefatory meeting with Morgan Stark at 9:30 to dis--Fucking hell--To discuss free sustainable e-energy to lower class communities." You kept on frantically combing through your memories of your ride over here to recall the rest of the schedule.

"And what else, sweetheart?" He stilled his fingers while pressed on that same spot, lightly ghosting the pad of his thumb over your clit. "You're already doing so well. Finish it so we may move on to more…pleasurable…activities."

He pressed his lips to the base of your throat, the feel of him sucking lightly on the skin driving you near incoherent. "You--You have a meeting with R & B at three. To fi--" You threw your head back and let out a howling moan, his hand tightening on your back to keep you from falling over. "To finalize the contracts for the Department of Defense. And your security detail."

"Not just my security," he grunted, starting to stroke his fingers again. "Yours, too."

That was enough to break through your pleasure-induced haze by a fraction. "Hold on. What? Sir, I don't need--Ohh!" The rest of your words died with an obscene moan when he started flicking his fingers rapidly inside you.

"You're far too valuable for me to not allocate resources to ensure your safety when I can't protect you myself," he explained, peppering kisses across your collarbone. "Is that all for my day, sweet girl?"

"Y-Yes!" you whined, trying desperately to move your hips for even the tiniest bit more friction. "That's everything."

"Excellent." He moved his hand up to hold you by the back of your neck, letting out a sinful groan when he licked into your mouth. "And you'll be joining me in all of those, won't you?"

"Do you want me to?"

"I always want you with me," he murmured against your slips, letting out a moan of his own when he kissed you again, starting to move his fingers faster and pressing his thumb firmly on your clit. "Now come for me, my sweet mortal. My corrupted little angel. Make a mess on your god's fingers."

Your orgasm overtook you as the god moved his hand to your lower back, guiding your movements as you rode out your high, coating his fingers with your release. Your mind was a haze, the sound of his raspy utterances of your name barely hitting your ears. His chest heaved against yours, lips pressing soft kisses to the side of your face while your breathing evened out.

When he pulled his digits out of you, you let out a whiney groan, already feeling the loss of him. The sight of the god placing his fingers in his mouth, his sinfully dexterous tongue lapping up every drop of your juices from his skin, had you squirming in his lap all over again.

"More already?" he teased, pulling you in for another kiss. You could faintly taste yourself on his tongue. "What a beautifully insatiable little mortal you are. It's as if the Norns had made you just for me." His hands freely roamed your back while he kissed his way down your neck, sucking a bruise onto your collarbone. "I've indulged myself in such fantasies of claiming you on every surface of this office. Of every room in this house. I want to lay you down on my desk without a stitch of clothing on you and get drunk on the taste of you."

You could only respond with a faint whimper, images of what he'd described taking up all the space in the forefront of your mind. "Please…"

"I promise you we'll have all the time to make every single one of those debauched fantasies come to life, sweet girl." He kissed you again, wrapping his arms around you and lifting you off the table, softly chuckling against your lips when you started to pout at your feet hitting the ground. "But I want our first night together somewhere more intimate. A moment that shouldn't be rushed and stolen between meetings, held in secrecy in my office."

He held your chin delicately between his fingers, keeping you from looking away at him. The mere sight of the near fully blacked out eyes shining with sincerity and held back words was enough to have your knees buckling again.

"Later tonight," he continued. "When everyone's day is over, then our night can begin. I'll bring you to my private quarters and there…" He took a deep breath, a brilliant smile stretching across his face, a real one so starkly different from the practiced smirks he gave the public. "There I will make love to you."

He guided you to take a step back from him, your heart fluttering when he placed a soft kiss to your forehead before conjuring a majestic golden mirror into the room with a flick of his wrist. The image of you visibly disheveled, paired with the smeared lipstick marks all over President Loki's face, had you biting your lip trying to hold back a smile of your own.

You held the undone ribbon of your dress between your fingers. "And here I spent a good ten minutes on this trying to look all perfect," you told him playfully, a fit of giggles finally escaping you when he took the straps from your hands and used them to pull you to him once again, capturing your lips in a tender kiss.

"Much as I appreciate the effort and having you look as if you'd gift-wrapped yourself just for me with this lovely little flourish, may I say that it matters not how you dress. You were already perfect the day I first saw you on the campaign floor."

"I was wearing a ratty old sweater from college," you shot back, finding it hard to breathe.

"The color of the sky on a stormy day." He brushed his nose against yours, pressing a soft kiss to the tip. "Turn around. Face the reflection."

When you faced the mirror again, he redid the ribbon exactly as it was when you left your apartment with a wave of his hand, kissing along the side of your face as he put your clip back in your hair.

"There you are, sweetheart," he cooed, nipping at the shell of your ear. "Not a hair out of place." Another wave of his hand and he, too, had returned to his state before you walked into the office. "I'd very much like for you to join me for breakfast."

You answered only with a nod, reaching for his hand.

As he led you down the halls toward the dining room, you sent Tasha a quick text.

About what you said earlier…fingers don't count, right?

A/N: It's finally done! The initial 5 stories goal of Kinktober 2023 are all up and I'm finally going back to writing the series I haphazardly dropped when I decided to write these pieces over a month ago. And I finally have a President Loki story in my little library of works 😳👀

I swear I didn't expect to write such a mega chonker for the first President Loki story but I got all kinds of carried away…so much so that there are scenes that I cut from the final draft that might become drabbles somewhere down the line.

For now though…back to the blorbos of 'one look & they'll know', 'relinquish the crown', 'the final Lady Sharpe', 'let me hear you', 'rules of conduct', 'feels like mine'…and some other not-so-secret projects 😳👀

Ohh…and that bit in the end where he pulls on the ribbons of her dress? This was fully the vibe:

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hush puppy

A/n: oh wow headcannons so cute I wrote this while I was half asleep so… —kinktober day; 23—

warning(s); SMUT, power dynamic, degradation, praise, dry humping, pegging, pet names, and language

secret subs! who probably told you they were doms the first time you even brought up sex in fear that you would think how they actually wanted to be treated was gross and we’re afraid you wouldn’t like them if so

secret subs! who used to make themselves nauseous when previous flings would cry under them begging on their cock while degrading phrases were forced from his lips burning his tongue and ended not enjoying sex for a while

secret subs! who gets hard from you calling them a good boy even if they were doing something harmless like washing the dishes that has them rushing towards the bathroom to take care of the growing tint in their pants

secret subs! who act very poised and carry themselves with confidence that you can break down in seconds by a few words and light feathery touches to… sensitive areas

secret subs! who look up fem doms and are aching soon enough face flushed skin hot until they finally slam the laptop closed a vowel to never watch something like it again for obvious reasons… the obvious reasons being a stubborn boner pressing against their pants bottoms while they squeeze their legs together trying to take the pain off their aching cock

secret subs! who start testing the waters with little things like seeing how far they can get with making you angry before you tip over the edge and put them back in their place where they should stay

secret subs! who let out rushed moans not realizing what they said as you bounce on their cock your cunt swallowing them whole “ngh- oh fuck miss please”

secret subs! who let you fuck your frustrations out on them after a long day or a situation that didn’t go how you wanted it to “name augh- please, please, please, name” long whimpers and whines that are loud and clear while you thrust your hips into his abused hole hitting his prostate over and over with your strapped cock

secret subs! who act out just for your attention even if it’s the wrong attention or very right in their mind “please mam I’m ahh! I’m s-sorry I won’t do it a-a- oh fuck! I won’t do it again” he sobbed his arms tied behind his back bare now red and bruising ass revealed to you to use at you disposal “no, you wanted my attention? you got my attention baby” You hummed before bringing your hand down harshly the air whooshing behind it coming down with a harsh sting that brought tears to their eyes

Secret subs! who live for degrading insults as much as they do your praise “dirty fucking slut couldn’t wait five minutes before your getting off on my shoe” You chuckle staring down at him his clothed cock rubbing against the tip of your boot under your desk as you ended your online meeting

©2023 thewriterg spooktober do not copy, translate, or modify.

[lunarbuck]

banner credit to the amazing/incredible/talented/perfect @jen-with-a-pen

hello hello :) Welcome to my Kinktober Masterlist! As much as I would love to do a full fic for every single day of the month, it just isn't in the cards for me.

here you'll find everything I currently have planned for kinktober <;3 Key word being planned... i reserve the right to adjust this haha I also decided to do it by week so I can have some flexibility about when I'm posting these one-shots/drabbles!

I got my prompts from the amazing kinktober list by @flightlessangelwings <3

just a reminder: my blog is 18+! All my writing is 18+ minors and blank/ageless blogs DNI

Please make sure to read the warnings on each individual post. your media consumption is your responsibility.

lets get into it 🌙

my masterlist | @lunarbucklibrary

──── Week One ────

Love Bites

Steve Rogers x f!reader (any race)

Thigh Riding

Lee Bodecker x f!reader (any race)

Table Sex/Threesome/Sensory Deprivation

Stucky x f!reader (any race)

Phone Sex

Sam Wilson x f!reader (any race)

──── Week Two ────

Double Penetration

Stucky x f!reader (any race)

Formal Wear

Bucky Barnes x f!reader (any race)

Being Recorded

Steve Kemp x f!reader (any race)

Free Use

Bucky Barnes x f!reader (any race) & Steve Rogers x f!reader (any race)

──── Week Three ────

Dacryphilia

Lee Bodecker x f!reader (any race)

Piercings

Bucky Barnes x f!reader (any race)

Begging/CNC

Ari Levinson x f!reader (any race)

Lingerie

Loki Laufeyson x f!reader (any race)

──── Week Four ────

Face Sitting/Deep Throating

Stucky x f!reader (any race)

Cock Rings

Steve Rogers x f!reader (any race)

Fingering/Cream Pie

Ari Levinson x f!reader (any race)

Costumes

Stucky x f!reader (any race)

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[the-iceni-bitch]

𝕹𝖔𝖇𝖔𝖉𝖞 𝕶𝖓𝖔𝖈𝖐 𝕸𝖞 𝕭𝖔𝖉𝖞 𝕺𝖚𝖙

𝙳𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚘𝚗 𝙻𝚘𝚔𝚒 𝙻𝚊𝚞𝚏𝚎𝚢𝚜𝚘𝚗

𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍. 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚟𝚊𝚞𝚕𝚝 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚐𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜. 𝚂𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚞��𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗.

𝚃𝚒𝚖𝚘𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊 ~ 𝙰 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚕 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚐𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚑.

Relationship: Loki Laufeyson x top!male reader

Words: ~1.5k

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (m/m sex, unprotected anal sex), top male reader, bottom Loki, SMUT!!! 18+ ONLY!!

A/N: I am in love with bottom Loki, oh my fucking gaaaaaawd 😮‍💨

You were finishing your daily public audience when you heard the rush of wind through massive wings outside the castle window, letting yourself smile behind your goblet of wine when the dragon’s roar shook the stone walls and made the recalcitrant lord who was standing in front of you go pale.

“I trust you will have the levies brought to the capital post haste, Lord Jurgen,” your smile widened when he nodded at you, your posture relaxing slightly before you dismissed him. “Who else has a matter they wish for me to address?”

The rest of the day’s audience went through without incident, though it was a bit boring. It’s not as though any of your vassals would truly be able to bring conflict to you when one of the most powerful beings in the world was bound to you. As soon as your courtiers had dispersed you made your way to the passages below the mountain, taking a torch for yourself from a brace at the top of the stairs before beginning your journey to the bowels of the castle where your love made his lair.

You could hear him humming with happiness as you traveled lower and lower, the sound bringing a smile to your face. When you finally laid eyes on him he was still in his greater form, his green and golden scales glittering under the light as he slithered through the pile of riches he had acquired for himself and for your kingdom. He was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen. Every time you looked at him your breath caught in your throat and you wanted to give him everything he desired. And the knowledge that he reciprocated your feelings only made your devotion to him that much more intense.

Loki must have heard you approach, one of his bright green eyes opening and a smile splitting his face as he rolled to face you. His body began to shift and change as you gazed at each other, growing smaller and leaner as his skin smoothed over. As beautiful as he was in his greater form, he was just as beautiful in his human form, with thick black hair that fell in waves to his shoulders and perfect ivory skin that was offset by his startlingly green eyes. When he had to accompany you to court as your consort he appeared fully human, but alone with you he kept some of his reptilian traits. His horns still rose from his forehead and the ridges of his spine were more pronounced. His teeth were just a bit too sharp and scales were still present at his temples and shoulders and the jut of his hips. He preened as you enjoyed the sight of him, stretching his naked body on his mountain of gold and sighing as you strode towards him.

“The north gave its taxes up without issues then, my love?” You began to disrobe, continuing to smile warmly at him.

“They always do, my king,” Loki rose to his knees when you were standing in front of him, moaning into your mouth when you leaned down to kiss him as your fingers ran through his hair. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too, love,” as soon as your tunic was gone you stretched your body over his, keeping your lips molded to his while he wrapped his legs around your waist. “It’s so cold without you.”

Loki gasped when you dragged your tongue along the column of his throat, rolling his hips up to meet yours and reaching between the two of you to begin undoing the laces of your breeches. His forked tongue slipped into your mouth and your grinned against his lips, cooing softly when he whimpered as your fingers wrapped around his cock.

“Should I just make you come like this, precious?” You leaned down to bite his ear when he tilted his head back and moaned as you began to stroke him slowly. “You’re so sensitive, I’m sure it would hardly take any time at all.”

“No, no please,” he gasped when you squeezed him right below his swollen tip, his back arching as he gave himself over to you. “I need you inside me, don’t tease.”

“Never,” you took a small vial of oil from your pocket and poured it all over your cock before lining yourself up with his quivering hole. “I’ll always give you what you need, my precious one.”

Loki groaned and his eyes fluttered as you pushed inside him, his claws dragging down your back until you were fully sheathed inside him. He was so warm inside it felt impossible, his muscles flexing and releasing around your length as he adjusted to your intrusion and panted into your ear. You kissed the hinge of his jaw when he started purring and rolling his body against yours, your own hands holding his narrow hips and digging into the soft flesh of his ass while you moved slowly within him.

Every noise he made was full of wanton delight, soft and lilting while his body writhed sensuously underneath you. His heels locked together at the small of your back when you drove even deeper, his head turning so he could nuzzle at your cheek and trace the shape of your ear with his tongue while you fucked him in long, smooth strokes. When you slid a hand up his body so you could tenderly hold his face he smiled at you, chasing after your lips when you leaned back with a desperate whine that made your chest feel warm. He got even warmer as your cock thrust against his prostate, his chest almost glowing as the low purrs of his pleasure vibrated through his entire body. The look in his eyes was full of intensity and passion as he gazed at you, a flush creeping over his pale cheeks as his long fingers trailed along the curve of your spine.

“Don’t stop,” Loki leaned up to capture your lips with his when his cock started to throb and leak where it was pressed between your stomachs. “Please don’t stop, my king. I want everything.”

“I know,” you rested your forehead against his and nudged his nose with yours, grinding your hips into him and groaning when you felt him clench around you. “My precious boy is so greedy. How I love to spoil you, though.”

“Oh yes,” his eyes fluttered closed when you began to thrust faster. “Yes, spoil me, please. I’m so greedy.”

“The greediest,” you began peppering kisses all over his face and pressed the hand that wasn’t cupping his cheek against the small of his back so his body was molded to yours. “Which is why I let you bathe in as much gold as you could ever desire. And why I fuck you every time you bat your beautiful eyes at me. And why I worship your precious cock. Because you deserve it, my love.”

Loki choked on his tongue and mewled when every muscle in his body drew tight, shuddering when he released and his hot, sticky cum shit all over your stomach as his cock twitched and throbbed. You cooed into his mouth while he tossed his head through his climax, gripping his hair and kissing him passionately as your hips started to thrust into him at an almost vicious pace. His hands scrabbled over your back as he struggled to catch his breath, every exhale leaving him in a soft whine that made you want to ruin him even more.

“Tell me you want it, precious,” you nipped at his bottom lip and growled when he clenched around you again. “Beg me for it.”

“Fill me, my king,” Loki gasped into your mouth and wriggled when you nuzzled his nose with your own. “Give me your seed. I want to be overflowing with it. I need it.”

You groaned as your balls pulled tight and your stomach clenched, crashing your lips against his while your climax overtook you and made your entire body shudder with your release. Loki whined when he felt your warm cum being pumped deep inside him, his inner muscles milking your cock as he let you fuck his mouth with your tongue. Even once you had ridden it out you stayed sheathed deep inside him, sagging against him and rolling so the two of you were laying face to face on his hoard as you caught your breath.

“Are you satisfied, my love?” You chuckled when he bit his lip and shook his head, letting him tuck his face into the crook of your shoulder while you wrapped your body around his. “Not to worry, precious. I’ve plenty more ways to spoil you.”

[lostalioth]

𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞

→ premise: loki knew he was rough and mean and yet he also knew that you loved it.

→ pairing: loki laufeyson x fem!reader

→ warnings: smut | 18+, knife play, throat training, oral [m receiving], face fucking, degrading, small amount of praise, nicknames [darling, pet, throat slut, love], small amount of gagging.

→ a/n: 03 kinktober

“Get on your knees pet, gotta train that pretty little throat so you know how to shut up slut” Loki growls and grips the back of your neck to push you to the floor. He was leaning back against the soft plush black couch that sat in the center of the living room, his legs spread. One hand still holding the back of your neck and the other palming over his thigh and moving then to rub over the bulge in his pants. “And what if I don't wanna shut up huh?” You taunt and tilt your head. Yet your hand begins to crawl up his knees and lean closer. His eyes glint down at you and an evil smile forms on his lips before he lifts his hips to adjust. Loki's tongue pokes his cheek and he waves his hand to conjure up his dagger. With one swift motion his dagger is pressed against the crevice between your neck and your collar bone, softly pushing the blade against your neck. Your breath hitches and arousal pools between your legs.

“Pants off, take my pants off now darling” he grins and keeps his dagger pressed against you as his eyes shift between your face and the growing tent in his pants. Your eyes glaze over and your jaw goes slack as you nod your head in obedience, just how Loki likes it. You begin to unbutton his pants, slide them down his slender legs as well as his tight black boxers down and off his body.

He flashes his wicked smile at you for complying and pulls your mouth down onto his twitching cock filling your throat. “Oh fuck such a pretty slut you like me being rough you know it, youre dripping right now with my cock shoved down your thoat and this blade pressed against your pluse.” He chuckles softly as he bucks his hips up, his tip hitting the back of your throat. He knows you can't answer him and that only makes him more excited.

You clench your thighs as your slick and arousal soaks your panties. Your erratic heartbeat booming hard in your ears as Loki digs the blade of his dagger a bit deeper. The hand still holding the back of your neck grips harder and holds you down to the base of his cock, his cock filling your mouth and pushing at the back of your throat causing you to gag around him a bit.

“Hold it darling, hold it deep in your throat and dont gag love. Got it pet?” Loki teases and lets go of your neck to rub his thumb over your cheek under your eye.

You run your tongue over a vein sprawling across his shaft and use the spit slipping down his cock to play with his balls, your jaw relaxes and you hold him deep in your mouth without gagging. Loki lets out a breath and drops the dagger to hold the side of your neck and runs his thumb over the bump caused by his cock. It made his stomach swirl and the knot tighten as your throat squeezes him.

“Such a good slut fuck, my little throat slut huh?” He groans as his head tips back.

→ a/n: this was very short and i meant to post it yesterday but i was gonna write more but im already getting a bit of writers block so some will be shorter yk?

[suguru-getos]

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-> a/n: hi lovelies, please find the kinktober masterlist down below !! 🩶

tighnari x f! reader -> cunnilingus

alhaitham x f! reader -> mutual masturbation

cyno x f! reader -> somnophilia

neuvillette x f! reader -> impact play

scaramouche x f! reader -> edging

neuvillette x f! reader -> denial

ayato x f! reader -> bondage

hawks x f! reader -> cockwarming

itachi x f! reader -> makeup sex

gojo x f! reader -> hate sex

gojo x getou x f! reader -> threesome

hawks x f! reader -> nipple play

hawks x f! reader -> thigh riding

gojo x f! reader -> aftercare

loki x f! reader -> mirror sex

loki x f! reader -> cnc

suguru geto x f! reader -> clamps

bakugou x f! reader -> overstimulation

tartaglia x f! reader -> 69

kaveh x f! reader -> brat taming

neuvillette x f! reader -> ruts

gojo satoru x f! reader -> daddy kink

neuvillette x f! reader -> aftercare

geto suguru x f! reader -> size kink

wriothesley x f! reader -> degradation

itachi uchiha x f! reader -> breeding kink

yandere hawks x f! reader -> ruts

yakuza toji x f! reader -> dacryphilia

geto suguru x f! reader -> wax play

geto suguru x f! reader -> semi-public sex

aizawa x f! reader -> bdsm

[st4rymoon]

🕷️𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭🕷️

This will be my first time writing for kinktober, hope you all enjoy <3

⭐︎ List created by me <3 I’ll be adding onto the list if I think of others! By the way new character will be in the works!

1. Best-friend - Poe Dameron x reader (published)

2. Gamer bf/on call - Miguel O’Hara x reader

3. Halloween party - Jake Lockley x reader

4. Edging - Marc Spector x reader

5. Cock warming - Loki x reader

6. Choking - Blue Jones x reader

7. Predator x pray game - Miguel O’Hara x reader

8. Dads best friend - Joel Miller x reader

9. Corruption kink - Raymond Leon x reader

10. Breeding kink - Steven Grant x reader

11. Fingering/Sub - Jake Lockley x reader

12. Size kink - Bucky Barns x reader

13. Creampie - Steven Grant x reader

14. Temp play (ice cubes) - Miguel O’Hara x reader

15. Bondage - Santiago Garcia x reader

16. Praise kink - Joel Miller x Reader

17. Impact play - Poe Dameron x reader

18. Overstimulation - Jonathan Levy x reader

19. Dumbification - Miguel O’Hara x reader

20. Mile high club - Poe Dameron x reader

21. Tutor - Miguel O’Hara x reader

22. Phone sex! - Steven Grant x reader

23. Pussy! Fiend - Bucky Barns x reader

24. Sex! Toys - Poe Dameron x reader

25. Academic rivals - Miguel O’Hara x reader

26. Touched starved - Poe Dameron x reader

27. Cam girl - Steven grant x Reader

28. Car sex! - Jonathan Levy x reader

29. Riding! - Steven grant x reader

30. Brat tamer - Loki x reader

31. Rough sex - Joel Miller x reader

[lokiandbuckysdoll]

𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐻𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝐻𝑜𝓁𝒹𝓈 𝒜𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒫𝑜𝓌𝑒𝓇

Summary: Loki Holds all the power in his hand when he wants you.

Pairing: Loki x Plus-sized! Reader

Word count: 844

Warnings: 18+!! SMUT!, IMPACT PLAY KINK! ( well my attempt at it lmao) Spanking, DOM! Loki. Use of a flogger. Language, unprotected sex.

A/N: My first kinktober fic. I hope you enjoy this. As always let me know if I missed tagging something!. Kinktober23 list

From the minute you walked into the room, he had his eyes on you, and as you drew nearer to him, they followed every step you took. His desire for you increased as a result of the intoxicating scent of your perfume. Loki looks down at the garment that hugs your body and contours flawlessly.

His eyes lock onto yours as you raise your head to meet them. "Darling, you look delectable tonight, I just want to ruin you." He pulls off your dress with a flick of his fingers. He was naked from the waist up and stood tall. He stretched his stance, a perfect arc of long limbs from his heavy boots leading to the top of his huge cock. Signature leather tights rested snug to his firmly formed hips. His hands traced the contours of your figure, feeling each line for signs of resistance. He couldn't locate any.

"Take me, my prince," you said as he placed his palms on the curve of your ass, which had been peeking out from his favorite panties on you.  "Mhm, I think I just might have too," He said, as he became transfixed on your sallow eyes that were looking up at him.

When your palm was turned upward and cupped his rigid length through the cloth covering it, he tipped his head back and gasped in pleasure. He slowly backed away from you as his eyes tore through your body. He was aware of your previously existing wetness, slickness, and readiness for a full-on fuck.

A long flogger emerged within his right palm, which blazed. He wielded it like a weapon, the lashes enclosed in dark green leather and glinted in the firelight as it stretched towards you.

The rough leather caressed your face, delicately tapping you once. His eyes glinted as he slid the tool between your breasts, assessing your obedience. "Turn around, my dear, hands down…ass up." His rich voice, filled with sensual need,  shot a rush through you, leaving you wet and longing for his touch.

As he pulled his rapid attack through to completion, the flogger hurt vibrantly on the delicate flesh. As you prepared for the next wonderful stroke, you caught sight of the god's backhand out of the corner of your eye; Thwack

Each one pushed you farther into the bed. As he marked you again and again, his unrestrained hand found its way to the bottom of your back, cursing dirty insults that made you tighten. Your mind raced; Thwack

As he took his fill, you whimpered like a whore against the covers. He was lethargic. Purposeful. loving each flawlessly timed measure of his dominance's theatrics.

You wanted to be satisfied with the blistering heat inside you more than anything, for his magnificent cock to comfort you from within and out; Thwack

"Only a couple of more, my Love…you're performing so well," he said softly as he reached down to kiss your backside. He moved his long fingers along your curves and reached your yearning cunt, his name spilled from your lips, increasing to the origin of pleasure which he knew so well.

You felt like you were floating on air, engulfed in the pleasure and agony of his every touch. As he took his hand away from you, the angle altered dramatically. As he unfastened his pants and gripped both of his hands onto your hipbones, the flogger slipped to the floor. His breath caressed your face as he pressed his chest against your back. "Give in to me now, my little slut," he hissed as he slipped his cock into you from behind. "Come around your master's cock, envelope me in your devotion…" His voice got raspy as you gasped, finally feeling him inside of you.

Loki's speed quickened with each thrust, and he lifted his palm and placed a harsh slap on your redden ass as his sperm spurted into your urgently keening cunt as you longed for the pressure his pelvic thrusts offered. "Fuck.. Yes right there, darling!" he thrust one last time, and you fell over the edge with a strangled shout of your prince's name. You both dropped onto the bed, exhausted. As he wrapped you in his arms and kissed you tenderly, his moist hair fell into your eyes.

"Darling, this was phenomenal…" he breathed as you kissed him on the neck. His chest vibrated with heavy breaths, and the salt of his sweat that accumulated on his muscles clung to your lips as you kissed him again. "We certainly must do this again."

"I agree," you giggled, the comforting afterglow of your climax calming the stinging feeling on your lower body. "It felt amazing, but my ass is sore now" He chuckled darkly as he twisted over you, trapping you to the bed as his hair fell to your face and your waiting lips.

"I know a different thing that might be able to ease your mind of the soreness" He declared lustily over you, as he began to kiss his way down your abdomen.

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[notyetneedcoffee]

Sharp

Kinktober - Knife Play NSFW - Adults only

Summary: Loki likes your dress better on the floor

The smooth silk felt cool under your fingertips. It shone a deep emerald green. A complicated pattern of silk straps held the dress up. Gold threads and shining jewels adorned the neckline where it plunged between your breasts. As much as the bodice hugged your figure, the skirt of the gown flowed long and full. Spinning slowly before the mirror, your stomach fluttered from the thrill of such a gorgeous gown.

Soft steps drew your attention.

In the full-length mirror you saw Loki pause in the doorway. He stood tall, stiff. A small crease developed on his forehead. Even when he looked cross, he was captivating. His black curls touched the wide shoulders of his fitted black suit.

You spun once more. “You don’t like it?”

Loki’s eyes flared green and a mischievous grin grew upon his face. “I’ll show what I think of it.”

As his walked across the room, a shimmer of green flowed over his frame, transforming the black business suit to just black silk lounging pants. Your tongue slid along your lower lip at the sight of his firm chest.  He moved with predatory intention, causing you to take a step back.

Hands landed upon your upper arms to hold you still. Head snapping around, your mouth dropped open at the sight of a Loki doppelganger stepping out of the mirror. Damn, his magic was cool.

Loki, the real one, stopped just in front of you. You had to tip your head up to look at his face. Long, cool fingers brushed along your cheek. They traveled down your neck and trailed along the edge of the fabric, teasing the skin of your chest. Bumps rose on your arms as you shivered.

He held out one hand and a dagger, nearly as long as his forearm, appeared in his hand. You sucked in a breath. Loki leveled the knife at you. His doppelganger held you firm. The edge of the kissed your skin, not to damage you but to let you feel the cold blade. Your pulse quickened.

With a flick of his wrist one of the silk straps sliced free.

“Loki!” You squeaked.

He smiled, leaning close. His nose lightly rubbed against yours. “I said I would show you what I think of your gown.” His lip grazed yours even though you frowned.

“You really don’t like it?”

“I think it’s lovely.” He smiled. “I just think it will look even better pooled at your feet.”

Loki’s mouth crashed into yours. His tongue demanding. You kissed him back, pulling against the hands of the doppelganger with the instinct to reach for him. Loki pulled back with a wide smile. He teased your collarbone with the edge of the blade. Your teeth pulled at your lower lip as he cut through another section of your gown.

He chuckled deep as he felt your heartbeat pick up. He leaned close, caressing the edge of your ear with his tongue. “Excited, my pet?”

“Yes.” You breathed.

“Mmm, good.”

Loki continued to touch you with the blade. Its cold steel kissed the skin of your neck, your shoulder. He used a bit more pressure every so often, making you gasp. A thrill of fear stirred up butterflies in your stomach even though you knew he would never actually hurt you.

More fabric fell away under the blade's sharp edge to fully expose your shoulder. Loki painted the newly exposed skin with wet kisses. You whimpered, wanting more, wanting to touch him.

He chuckled, and the doppelganger pulled your arms further back. Breast thrust forward, you panted hard as he flicked off little gems with the tip of the dagger. “Not much left. Let’s see if I’m right.”

Loki slashed out, making you squeak. The gown fell from your shoulders, slipped past your hips and pooled on the floor. He stepped back to admire you, now held tight by his double. You stood bare-breasted and wearing only lace underwear, stockings, and heels.

“Much better.” Loki leaned forward. His mouth sucked upon your nipple. You whined. He flicked his tongue over the now-hard nipple before sucking one last time with painful intensity.

“Oh, god!” Your knee weakened and you leaned back into the doppelganger.

Loki gave your other breast equal attention. He moved his mouth to your ear. “This need to go too.”

You felt the blade touch your belly. You whined as it slipped beneath the lace. Sharp cool metal touched hot skin. He teased and you fought to hold perfectly still. You couldn’t see the blade, so your focus locked on Loki’s erection, hidden beneath the black silk.

“I can smell how wet you are.” Loki purred. “Do you want to feel my cock instead of my blade?”

“Yes, Loki.” You nodded, desperate to reach for him. “Please.”

Loki pulled the dagger through the lace, leaving you fully exposed. It disappeared from his hand. His fingers slid between your legs, fingers spreading your wetness and teasing your clit. Your hips rocked into his hand. He slipped two fingers in, stroking. Your breath became more ragged as heat swirl low.

The doppelganger pulled you tight against him as he leaned back. You naked back pressed into his chest. You could feel the fabric of his suit. It lifted you nearly off your toes. Still, Loki stroked and teased your sex causing you to shake under his touch.

In a shimmer of green, Loki’s lounge pants vanished. He lifted your leg, pulling you close enough to slide the head of his cock along your entrance. He teased, not letting you rock into him. “Please, Loki.”

He sank deep. You moaned, throwing your head back against the double behind you. Loki, hooked your legs over his arms. Thrusting powerfully, he groaned as his watched himself slide in and out of your stretched cunt. “Look at that.”

So hot. You were at his mercy, couldn’t move, and so you just surrendered to the sensations. The smell of sex and Loki. Held tight. So full. Your thighs quivered. His cock hit you just perfectly. “God, Loki!”

He leaned forward, pulling at your lip with his teeth before kissing you deep. “Feel so good, my pet.”

You panted, shaking more, careening towards the abyss. He fucked you harder, faster. The world whited out. He pushed deep as you flooded over his cock. Soon he roared his own release.

He pulled you into his arms, the doppelganger forgotten, and carried you the bed. Lazily you curled against him. Your eyes drift toward the mirror only to see the gown, intact, and hanging.

“You fixed it.” You mumbled against his chest.

“I said it’s lovely.” He pressed his lips to your hair.  

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[thomasisaslut]

Loki Laufeyson x Reader

Breeding — Kinktober

Word Count: 1.4k

Includes: Breeding, Begging, Rough Sex, Hinted Handcuffs, Marking, Biting, Hickeys.

On Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50455189

On Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/story/353310470-𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠-𝐊𝐓𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫-𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢-𝐋𝐚𝐮𝐟𝐞𝐲𝐬𝐨𝐧-𝐱-𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

You have been dating Loki for years now, with him being a god it had both it's positive and negatives however there was one specific perk you loved the most—the sex. It was, well, godly.

Shifting your position on the king-sized bed you feel a weight move off of the bed, looking over your shoulder you see Loki fleeing to the bathroom, over-sized Midgardian pants covering his toned legs. Odd... he hates mortal clothing.

The bathrooms door slams shut, shaking his bedroom. Your feet quickly carry you over to the door, you knock.

"Loki? Are you alright?" You ask, your tone laced with concern for your lover.

"I'm fine." He grumbles, you hear the sound of cabinets being opened frantically before he snaps his fingers.

"What are you doing in there?" You question.

"Nothing." He replies quickly, you hear a bottle squirt some sort of liquid, your guess was soap... or it was until you heard a sloshing sound.

"Loki open the door." You demand, tugging and turning the handle of the door.

"No." He snaps, his breath hitching as he continues to make whatever noise.

"Loki." You warn, suddenly the door flies open and your pinned against it as it shuts. Looking down you see his hardened cock in his large hand, lotion lathered over it.

"Shut it, slut." He snaps before kissing your harshly.

"Lo-" Before you have a chance to protest you're being turned around, his bulge rubbing against your rear.

Then suddenly the feeling is gone, he has stepped back. You turn to face him once again when you see his skin changing. His once pale, creamy skin is now rough and blue—lapis colored lines along his arms and chest down to his still very hard dick.

"You need to leave, [First Name]." Loki demands, now in his Jotun form.

"No." You argue.

"Darling, please." He pleas. "It is for your own good..."

"Tell me what's wrong, Loki." You step closer to the now 10 foot tall man, your hands come up to his abs—the cool feeling of his torso cause you to shiver—and you hear him suck in a breath.

"Get. Out." He warns again, begging you to leave.

Your eyes dart down to his penis that is now leaking with pre, your right hand travels down his abs to his V-line when it is suddenly yanked away. Loki quickly grabs your other wrist and pins both of them back against the bathrooms door. You look up at him, waiting for an explanation.

"I am going to tell you this once more, darling. If you do not leave I will fuck you, claim you, breed you." His now red eyes meet yours, they're filled with lust.

"Breed me?"

"Fuck..." He pulls you over his shoulder before walking out of the restroom and throwing you back onto the dark green, satin sheets. "In Jotun it is summer, meaning, it is a heat season."

"So?" You ask, your head tilts—like a confused puppy.

"So, It is how it effects animals... a heat cycle."

Your eyes widen, cheeks flush. "Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

"I thought since we are on Midgard it wouldn't.." He groans and rocks his hips against you instinctively. "Effect me."

"Well, if you need sex all you had to do was ask." You smile.

"It's not the same, darling... I have the urge to claim you, fuck you so hard you're seeing stars, breed you, make you pregnant with my heir." He growls, blue hands find your wrists once more, pinning you to the bed.

"I am more than ready for that, Loki." Your smile remains.

"What?" He laughs.

"Breed me, Loki. Claim me as yours." You tease him, locking your legs around his bare waist and tugging him closer so his cock is aligned with your clothed cunt.

"You don't know what you're saying, pet." He grunts as he moves his hips—his pelvis rubbing against the back of your thighs.

"Please?" You smirk.

Without another word your pants are shucked down along with your panties, his hard cock now resting on your nude cunt.

"Are you sure, darling? I will not hold back, my cock will lodge so far into your little pussy there will be no possible way to avoid being bred." Loki smirks.

"Y-Yes.." You whimper, squirming under his hold.

"Good, pet." His smirk grows, his red eyes swarm with lust as he looks down at his prey—you.

His cold, blue hands trail down your sides, his palms rubbing against your waist, hips, down to your thighs before they dip into inner thigh. The pads of his fingers slowly caress your cunt before dipping in one finger. You whimper.

"What happened to not holding back?" You smirk, trying to get more of him from your lover.

"You'll wait, slut." He snaps before inserting two more fingers, now pumping into your tight pussy. "You're not allowed to cum until I allow you."

You nod, your hips rocking to match his fingers thrusting into you. He smirks at your reactions before he brings his face closer to yours.

"So eager... so wanting." He mumbles against your throat before nibbling on it, you moan.

His left hand tightens his grip on your wrists before you feel a heavier force on them, you attempt to look up when his hand slides down your arms to your chin—forcing you to look at him as he marks your neck.

"Don't take your eyes off me, pet." Loki demands.

You whimper in reply, his right hand continues to pump in and out of you. His lips trail down your chest before finally reaching your hard nipples. Loki takes one of them into his cold mouth, the sensation causing you to moan loudly.

"Let me hear you." He smirks before continuing to bite and toy with your tits.

"Loki!" You whine, wanting more of his mouth, his hands, him.

"Louder, slut." He inserts a fourth finger into your dripping cunt then takes your nipple back into his mouth, his cold tongue lapping on the hard nub.

"I need you! Loki! Please! Do what you promised, breed me, cum inside me!"

He finally snaps, his hands come off you—leaving your cunt aching and wanting. Your juices left on his hand he uses as lube, stroking up and down his cock before he inserts it into you and a harsh thrust. His hands find your hips and he begins to pound into you.

"Loki!" You moan, the sound filling the Midgardian room.

"I'm going to breed you... cum inside you until you're filled, make you pregnant with my heir... oh fuck, pet." He grunts, his head flies back as he picks up his pace.

"Yes! Fill me.. oh fuck.. please, please, Loki!" You beg, chasing your own release. When he stops.

"Remember what I said, slut. You cum when I say you can." He smirks as he thrusts harder into you.

"No... Loki, please!" You whine.

"Oh... fuck, pet. I'm so close..."

Loki moves one of his hands from your hips to your clit, stroking and rubbing gently. Much different than his cock.

"Take it, take it!" He shouts before shooting his load into your cunt. He continues to pound you, not daring to stop until you cum. Loki strokes your clit faster.

"Say it, say my name as you cum, pet." He demands.

"L-Loki!" You scream as you release.

He slowly pulls out, there are marks all over your hips, your throat marked with hickeys, your wrists bruised. Loki slowly shifts back to his normal form, the blue fades from his skin.

"You did so good, princess." He smiles before hooking his arm under your back. "We're going to have a child... a little us." Loki grins, happily.

"Mm... yes, we are, Loki." You smile back. He quickly lifts you up then carries you to the bathroom. Placing you in the tub he sinks in the hot water beside you.

"I love you." He mutters, taking you into his lap as he caresses your back.

"I love you too, my god."

He laughs. "Yes, I am your god."

What a perfect way to start a family... your perfect lover with you, forever, a little version of both of you. You smile as you kiss him.

"Yes, you are."

[flightlessangelwings]

Ktober 2023 Day 17- Praise Kink

Loki x gn!reader

Word count- 1.1k

Warnings- s.mut (18+ ONLY!), body worship, oral, multiple orgasms, established relationship, no use of y/n

Notes- I purposefully wrote this with a gender neutral reader cause Loki does not limit himself to any one gender! And who wouldn't want to feel praise by him?! And I will forever use "lovely" as Loki's petname for reader after meeting Tom Hiddleston at a con years ago and that's what he called me!! Prompt list made by me! Enjoy!

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“Oh my lovely,” Loki purred, “You look exquisite like this.”

Loki had you stripped nude and spread out on your back as he ravished your body with praise and kisses and touches. His eyes were blown black with lust as he couldn’t get enough of you. You were an insatiable craving, but he would spend every day working to satisfy. It was a challenge that Loki was more than up to.

“Loki,” you moaned as you surrendered yourself to him completely. 

“Darling,” he kissed his way down your chest, “Your sounds are music to my ears,” Loki paused when he reached between your legs, “Now let me hear you.”

You cried out as Loki dove in, licking and sucking and nibbling every inch of you. Tears formed in your eyes as your mind swam in pleasure under his tongue. He found every spot that drove you wild, and he knew how to play you.

“Divine,” Loki murmured as he broke away, “Your taste is that of the nectar of the gods.”

That made you giggle, “Stop it,” you said playfully.

“I speak the truth, my lovely,” his tone turned sincere, “I could spend hours here savoring the taste of you.”

You whimpered as he dipped his head down once more and ran his tongue along every sensitive corner of your body. Your legs trembled as he hit the perfect spot and you cried out loudly. “Fuck! Loki!”

“That’s it darling,” he cooed, “Let go. Let me hear you scream,” he kissed your skin, “I’ll be here to catch you.”

Tears fell from the corners of your eyes as your climax hit like a volcano. You screamed his name as you came hard and you clutched the sheets for dear life as he worked you through your climax. Your entire body shook as wave after wave of pleasure crashed into you thanks to Loki’s excerpt tongue.

You gasped when he finally broke away from you, leaving you a heaving and panting mess, “Shit, Loki,” you breathed, “I’ll never get used to how good you are with your tongue,” you quipped.

That made Loki laugh softly, “And I…” he pushed himself forward to kiss your chest, “Will never tire of how lovely you are when you fall apart for me like that.”

Loki wrapped his lips around your nipple, flicking his tongue and sucking hard. You buried your hand in his hair as you arched your back and cried out in pleasure. His cold, soft hands kneaded your chest as he grazed his teeth across your nipple.

“Lovely,” he hummed as he kissed his way across your chest and gave the other nipple the same treatment.

“Fuck!” you moaned as you squirmed underneath him.

“That’s it, my darling.” Loki trailed his fingers down your chest until he reached your crotch once more, and as he swirled his tongue around your nipple, he pushed two fingers inside, “Fuck…” he echoed you as he pumped his fingers in and out.

“Loki… Ahhh…”

“Come on, lovely,” Loki cooed, “You can give me another one. I know you can.”

“Oh shit,” you tugged at his hair, eliciting a low growl from deep in Loki’s chest.

Wet sounds filled the room as Loki’s fingers thrust into you over and over and over again, hitting that sweet spot deep inside you. As he whispered incoherent praises against your skin, your second orgasm hit, and it was just as hard as the first. Your juices plashed between your bodies as Loki pulled every ounce of your climax from your body as he could until you let out a low whine.

Carefully, he pulled his fingers out of you and kissed his way up your body, up your neck to your face, “Are you alright, my lovely?” he whispered as he kissed your temple.

“Yes,” you breathed, blinking your eyes open to meet his gaze. Your heart fluttered in your chest at the look of admiration Loki gave you, and even though you’d cum twice already, you felt like you were about to again just from the way he looked at you.

Without another word, Loki leaned in and kissed you deeply, his tongue tangling with yours immediately. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders as you pulled him closer, and Loki ran his hands up and down your sides, caressing your body tenderly. He moaned into you as he rutted himself against your body, and you sighed into his lips when you felt how rock hard his cock was.

“Darling…”

“Yes,” you interrupted, knowing exactly what he was going to ask, “Please Loki. I want you… I need you.”

He pulled back and cupped your face, “Not as much as I need you, my lovely.”

The admission caught you both off guard, and for a moment you stared at each other wide-eyed. But, Loki recovered and launched himself in and kissed you deeply once more. This kiss was more heated, more passionate, more desperate, and you held him close as he positioned himself at your entrance.

“Are you ready, my dear?” he asked in a low tone.

“I am,” you whispered back in a soft but confident tone.

Loki groaned as he pushed himself into you, causing both of you to gasp. Neither of you let go of the other as he rocked back and forth, thrusting his cock into you over and over again as your legs framed his body on either side.

“Darling… You’re incredible,” Loki stammered as he thrust into you faster, “So beautiful... So lovely.”

“Loki,” you moaned, “Feels so good,” you murmured.

Suddenly, you gasped as Loki hit that sweet spot inside you once more. He paused for a moment, watching your face in astonishment, before he pounded into you with fervor. More intolerant praise flowed from his lips as he felt his own climax quickly approach.

“Cum with me, my lovely,” Loki purred as he gritted his teeth.

Both your climaxes hit simultaneously, and you wrapped yourselves up in each other as you rode out your peaks together. Tears filled both your eyes between the pleasure and the emotions until either of you had any more to give, and Loki collapsed down on top of you with a grunt. Heavy breaths filled the room as neither of you wanted to move, and your hands stroked each other’s skin wherever you could both reach. Loki placed a series of light kisses on your chest as you let out a soft laugh.

“What is it, darling?”

“That,” you breathed, “Was amazing.”

Loki hummed in satisfaction, “That is was, my lovely,” he picked himself up to place a tender kiss on your lips, “That it was.”