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Role Play [Sub!Loki Laufeyson x Female Reader] 18+
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Summary: To satisfy your curiosity, Loki brings magical spice into the bedroom by transforming you to the male version of yourself. (w/c 2.7k)
Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. M/"M" Smut. Bisexual Loki. Praise kinks. Oral sex. Anal play. Anal sex. Dom! Reader/ Sub! Loki. Body transformation(F reader, M body) Kind of fluffy too - but mainly smut. A/N: I hope this is read in the spirit it was intended; curiosity and for love of Loki đ
Lokiâs warm lips pressed against the nape of your neck as he unclasped your necklace, trailing the pendant slowly up between your breasts.
âCan you believe itâs been a year, darling?â
You smiled as his fingers toyed at the zip of your dress, slowly pulling it down. He moved his mouthâs attentions to the smooth skin it revealed, working firm kisses between your shoulder-blades as you let out a reluctant sigh. It was now or never.
âLokiâŠ?â you whispered, âI need to ask you something.â
He paused, hands on the curve of your waist held tightly by the rich fabric of your dress. You knew his face would be creased in expectation, his keen gaze narrowed in suspicion as he pulled you towards his firm torso.
âYes?â he whispered, his hot breath ghosting your ear before sucking one earlobe between his lips.
You moaned, the loaded question hovering reluctantly behind your teeth.Â
âDo you ever miss being with men?â you mumbled cautiously, the seconds ticking by as he considered his answer; the pliable skin of your ear rolling across his tongue.
âMy love, Iâm with men constantly. One canât get rid of them in this realm, they are quite resilient.â he murmured goadingly as you keened against him.
Your stomach flipped. He was avoiding the question. A classic Loki misdirection. Fuck.
âYou know what I mean...â you said firmly, spinning in his embrace to wrap your hands around his neck, âI donât want you to feelâŠstifled by our relationship.â
You felt your cheeks burn as the reluctant confession lay heavy on your heart. It needed to be said, but as for his answer? You werenât sure you wanted to know.
He gazed at you intently, the twinkle of mischief that never left his eyes burning brightly as a smile crept to the corners of his lips.
âIf that is what has been concerning you these past weeks, darling...I wouldnât worry. You can give me everything I desire... should you wish."
You raised an eyebrow towards him as he lowered the straps of your dress, the last defence of your modesty gone as it fell to the floor around your feet. His hands cupped your naked ass, lifting you effortlessly to wind your legs around his waist as your slick pussy grazed against his growing arousal, hidden in the tight material of his suit.
âWould you like to try something new, my beautiful one?â he purred as he carried you across the room, setting you down before the ornate full length mirror in the corner.
You fizzed with anticipation at his words. His eyes darkening as he raced ahead in his mind, pupils blowing wide with lust as he stood behind you. Your head spun at the implications as your own thoughts caught up with his, hoping that your assumptions were correct.
âLoki do you meanâŠ?â you stammered, running your eyes across your curved body in the reflection as he slid his hands up to cup your breasts.
âYes, darling. What do you say?â
You nodded silently as his fingers toyed with your hardened nipples. âVery well.â
Loki drew you into a sideways kiss as his hands slid down your waist, running his palms across your skin as tingles followed in their wake. This was more than his intoxicating touch, this was magic.
Your head swam with vertigo as your tongue massaged his, an ache deep in your muscles as you felt his hands grip around your hips and pull you back towards him gently with a soft thump.
âLook at yourself, darlingâ he murmured.
Your gaze fluttered to the mirror and you gasped. It was you butâŠnot you.
Lokiâs arms were still wrapped around your hips, his thick forearms draped over the lines of your taunt lower abdomen as he grinned to your side.
You wereâŠtaller - your jaw thick; chiselled, handsome â not beautiful. A strong neck ran down to broad shoulders that flexed over the muscles beneath as you took in your flattened chest, defined pectorals resting above your firm stomach. Below Lokiâs hands hung a generously sized manhood resting shyly against your elongated thigh.
âLike what you see?â Loki whispered as he lustfully drank in your masculine reflection. You couldnât blame him. You looked good. Really good.
âWhat should you call--âyou coughed abruptly, the unexpected gravel of your new voice choking you like dust.
Loki smirked behind you, pressing his lips to your hair; âTry that again...â
ââŠwhat should you call me?â you repeated, the vibrations feeling unnatural as you watched Lokiâs amused reflection lower his hand to encase your soft cock.
âWell on any other night, youâre my good girlâŠI see no reason why tonight you canât be my good boy, hmm?â
You shivered as you felt blood rushing to your lower body, emptying like a warm bath as your unfamiliar organ began to rise against Lokiâs palm. You smiled.
âMaybe Iâll be your bad boy?â you narrowed your eyes, watching as your lover restrained himself from laughter.
âLetâs not run before we can walk, shall we?â he said, squeezing the hardening flesh in his hand as you groaned beneath him. âTell me what you want, I want to please my precious mortal in any way he choosesâŠâ
You panted as you thrust involuntarily into Lokiâs palm, the thin skin of your member sliding gracefully against his hand as your temporary form reacted to the stimulation. Fuck, it felt good.
Waves of anticipation ran down your thick thighs as you stared intensely at the god behind you in the mirror. He was still dressed in his impeccably fitted white shirt, the top buttons undone. His snug trousers clung to his lower body, creases straining against his muscular hips as he pressed towards you, bracing your buckling knees against your pleasure as his hand slid back and forth.
ââŠblowjob?â you blurted, your eyes closing as you immediately regretted your uncouth neediness. Loki huffed disapprovingly, cutting through the jolts of pleasure coursing from your groin.
âIf weâre going to do thisâŠweâre doing it properly. Say it like a man.â he instructed gently, using his free hand to brush the shoulder length hair from your neck, watching your posture straighten.
You took a deep breath, lowering your chin to smoulder at his reflection as his gaze raised to watch you expectantly. âSuck my cock, Laufeyson.â
Lokiâs lips curled in an approving smile as he circled in front of you, running his eyes down your naked form as your hard length twitched with need, âGood boy.â
Long fingers wrapped around the base of your manhood as he walked you backwards, kissing you deeply as you fought upwards against his grip, desperate for the friction to begin again.
Low heavy growls hazed from your throat as you inhaled his scent, clinging to his skin like his hand clung to your cock; restraining you, prolonging your anticipation.
The back of your legs hit the bed, unfamiliar muscled thighs colliding with the duvet as you relented to his will. He straightened his lithe body which now closely resembled your own as he rubbed large hands down his bulging thighs. His own cock begged to be freed from confinement, raging against the expensive fabric which held it firmly to his hip.
âThe first time can be overwhelming, so its best you sit downâŠâ he muttered darkly, the velvet tones of his voice driving you wild with need as he sank slowly to his knees.
âThe act itself?â you panted, ââŠor you being the one performing it?â
âA bit of both.â he murmured coyly, before he swallowed your desperate cock between his lips.
You inhaled sharply, falling backwards to rest on your elbows as the feeling of his tongue enveloping your length washed over you like a tsunami. God, it felt amazing. You could see what all the fuss was about.
A deep groan escaped your throat as he sucked you slowly upwards from the base, his mouth forming a vacuum as hands slid firmly up the sides of your thighs to grip the toned flesh.
âLokiâŠfucckkkkâ you moaned, the gruff strangeness of your voice forgotten as you wound one large hand in the God of Mischiefâs hair, tugging his curls between your strong fingers. You stared at him in awe, his perfect chiselled faced in deep concentration, wisps of curl falling around his brow as he pleasured your male form.
His tongue swirled around the tip as you growled beneath him, thrusting your squared hips upwards deeper into his waiting throat. Lokiâs cheekbones hollowed as he consumed you, your deep cries of pleasure spurring him on as you gripped the bedsheets beneath fists. The sight of his mouth around your cock was more than you could bear; a dark fantasy you never knew you had.
The intense need to take him, to own himâŠit burned as you watched your manhood disappear to slide over his warm tongue again and again as he knelt between your open thighs.
You began to pant with broken breaths, legs quivering as you felt a coil tighten somewhere down below. It was differentâŠbut the same. Loki felt the change, slowing his pace to a gentle suck as you strained your hips towards him â willing him to give you more.
âYouâve done so well for me, it must have been so difficult for you not to cumâŠâ he murmured against your wet skin, slick with his saliva. His gaze never left yours as he placed a lingering kiss on the tip of your girth, lapping gently at a bead of pre-cum that languished there.
Those legendary long legs unfurled as he rose to crawl on top of you; biceps straining at the arms of his tight shirt as his mouth crashed to yours, pressing you back on the bed.
The wave of dark lust rose in you again, the intense energy of pure masculinity as you gripped his forearms and flipped him on his back with ease. Lokiâs brow furrowed in confusion before a coy smile flirted at his lips, âwell, wellâŠit seems you may be a bad boy after all.â
You growled, rumbling from your throat like thunder as you pinned the god beneath your grip; between your thighs. Lokiâs eyes widened as he searched your intense stare, his lap thrusting upwards involuntarily as the determined square of your jaw flexed above him.
Your hands flew to the middle of his chest, ripping the buttons from his shirt as his bare chest was exposed under your unrelenting control. You had never felt more powerful, and you werenât going to let it go to waste.
Loki moaned beneath your touch, keening up into you as the pressure of his cock against his tight trousers became too much to bear. Your thick fingers wrapped around the metal of his belt, unbuckling it with force as he threw his head back, his dark curls flipping.
âWaitâŠwaitâŠâ he panted, raising a hand to your chest as magic dissolved the fabric clinging to his legs. He leant upwards, cradling your jaw in a rapturous kiss as his bare thighs pressed against your ass; his familiar cock rubbing tantalisingly against your skin.
âTake me.â he groaned needily into your mouth.
Your breath hitched as you had a moment of clarity, the reality of the bizarre scenario searing through your mind as he looked up at you with sincere and utter submission. You had never been more turned on in your life, and with Loki as your boyfriendâŠthat was a bold admission.
A vial of oil manifested in his hand as he pressed it to your palm, raising an eyebrow as his eyes came alive with mischievous intent.
âYou know what to do, my loveâŠâ he murmured, âjust a bit ofâŠrole reversal, yes?â
You unplugged the vial, allowing the tepid oil to run over your fingers as he rested back on his elbows.
Cautiously, you reached between his thighs seeking the tight hole which hid between perfectly muscled cheeks; a hiss of approval falling from his lips as your wet fingertips brushed his entrance.
His legs jolted as you slid one finger inside him, pressing against the walls as he groaned desperately beneath you. A second finger joined as you eased the digits repeatedly into his channel, the tightness loosening as his body willingly submitted to your ministrations.
Lokiâs eyes fluttered shut. His angular jaw raised to the ceiling as he thrust upwards; his straining cock seeking release. You lowered your head to suck at the tip gently as you listened to grateful praises spilling from his tongue, begging for more.
âNow go easy on me,â he mumbled coyly as he marinated in pleasure beneath your touch, â...itâs been a while.â
You nodded in acknowledgment, unable to form coherent words as a powerful storm of lust brewed in your belly. You had never felt anything like it, a sizzling line of explosives ready to blow at the sight of your typically dominant lover spread beneath you, waiting impatiently for you to take him.
You emptied the rest of the oil into your hand and cast the vial aside, clinking to the floor as your fingers returned to his entrance, slathering him in the viscous substance. The remnants found their way to your hard length, preparing yourself for him. God, he looked so fucking good. You were going to ruin him.
You towered over your lover; muscular torso lowering to his skin as you savoured the low groan from the godâs throat. Your hips pressed firmly against his desperate arousal as he met you in a needy kiss. One of your hands encased his jaw, tangling in his curls; the other lining your cock up at his keening entrance, pausing to rub the tip against the slick flesh.
âGive it to meâŠâ Loki moaned, his tone laced with desperation as you smirked above him. You could get used to this.
The tip of your cock pressed gently against his tight channel, Lokiâs breathing quickening as he braced his forehead against yours with one hand grasping around your neck to pull you close.
You edged forwards, your intertwining moans of pleasure signalling that you had breached him as you felt waves of primal electricity coursing through your body; building excruciatingly as you bottomed out.
âGood boy.â you whispered through strained breaths; an amused smile playing on Lokiâs lips as he settled around your length.
You began to move inside him, gritting your teeth against the intense pressure of your quickly building orgasm; the exquisite tightness and novelty pulling you towards the edge faster than you could catch your breath.
Loki moaned roughly beneath you, beads of pre-cum leaking from his exposed cock as he pressed wantonly into your hips. He raised his muscled arms above him, pressing them against the headboard as he pushed down onto you, his perfect ass colliding with the flat expanse of your pelvis as he took you all the way.
âLokiâŠâ you warned darkly.
The tenor of your voice matched your concentration, carefully controlling your thrusts as adrenaline begged you to fuck him as hard and as fast as you could. You moved one hand from his raised thigh, sliding it down to grip his cock to a growl of approval from your submissive god.
Slowly, you stroked his length as his ab muscles clenched beneath you, perfectly defined in his torment. The effort of restraint made his body flex around the cock buried deep inside him; you were losing yourself.
You had always wondered what it would be like to fuck as a manâŠbut this? Nothing could have prepared you for this. For fucking Loki. It was everything.
He began to mutter ancient Nordic phrases beneath you, his chin raised to the ceiling as the muscles in his neck stood out from the strain.
âDoes my good boy want to cum?â you heard yourself say, a sea of lust thundering in your veins carrying away any hint of embarrassment.
He nodded, heavy pants escaping his lips as he threw his head back in expectation.
âUse your words, loveâŠâ you growled, his own phrase that had goaded so many times close to climax tumbling from your tongue.
âYesss⊠fuck, yesâ he groaned in exasperation, âI want to cum, please let meâŠâ
You tightened your grip around his length, sliding your widened palm fluidly across his skin as the sound of his cries rang in your ears, making you dizzy with need. You thrust into his hot channel, inching him towards the headboard as he tensed beneath you.
You werenât sure who came first.
You felt yourself tighten and release like a weighted spring, boundless pleasure spurting from your cock with force as your hips buckled and shuddered into the man beneath you. Lokiâs luxurious seed coated your hand as he came, his back arched on the bed as he roared your name. Your real name.
You laid your wide palms to rest on either side of his broad shoulders. Words weren't forthcoming as you closed your eyes, focusing on the heavy breaths leaving your body as you slid yourself from his entrance, sticky with your cum. Lokiâs strong arms pulled you down to him, running over your broad shoulders lazily as he kissed the top of your head.
You felt the familiar ache of his magic as your body flexed and shifted beneath his touch.
The flat pressure of your chest against his became cushioned, his arms tightening around you as they found the familiar curve of your womanly waist. You raised your gaze to meet his, his eyes soft as he looked at you with pure love; running one finger down your cheek to brush a strand of your hair.
âThere she isâŠâ he murmured softly, ââŠwell, what did you think?â
You rested in the crook of his neck as he fondled your breasts; inhaling the musk of his sweat laced with sex as you considered your answer.
âIt was...enlightening.â you smiled, meeting his eyes which flickered with a knowing look.
âRemember, I will always want you, love. In any realm, in any formâŠâ he whispered seductively in your ear, âwith us, the possibilities are endless.â
The low embers of his sultry tone made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.
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Contents: Fucking Loki v/s Making love to him.
Warnings: Smut, top male reader, rough sex + soft sex.
Fucking
Fucking Loki is like taking a full gulp of air after being under water for a long while.
Holding his wrists down against the bed with one hand as you fuck him hard and fast, his legs wrapped around you, obscene sounds spilling from his mouth and tears from eyes.
Or grabbing his waist in a vice like grip, him face down and ass up in the air for you, the pillows beneath muffling his loud ah-ah-ahs enough for them to drowned among the sounds of skin slapping skin.
Or, as Loki himself likes it better, pinning his thighs open against a wall and bullying your fat cock into his always begging hole, calling him the slut and cockwhore he is. He'll nod his head, wrapping his arms around your neck and pressing kisses into the crook of your shoulder.
Or letting him ride you, even. He won't complain as long as you're sheathed deep inside of him, so deep he can see the trace of your cock in the bulge in his stomach. He'll bounce so wildly on your dick, head thrown back and hands balancing himself on your shoulders, that you'll have to grip his waist to prevent him from falling right off your lap.
A little bit of degrading, maybe even hitting, won't be said no to, because there's no such thing as 'too much' when it comes to fucking Loki.
Making Love
Some days, however, Loki can't. Some days, he just wants to feel love.
And over the years, you come to understand in the subtle changes of his expression when he needs love, and when he wants sex.
On the days when he's low, on the days when he finds himself spiraling, or on the days where he wonders if both his fathers, biological and adoptive, abandoned him with reason, you step in, take his hands, and lead him to the bed.
You undress him, slowly and gently, pressing kisses along every inch of his skin that you bare. Loki knows by now, generally, that you've read his mind. He doesn't stop you, he knows too well the magic of your hands to pretend to be fine.
When you enter him, it's done just as gently as everything else that night, your lips almost never leaving his skin, worshiping his body, telling him his worth.
You call him pretty boy, beautiful, and everything else that he is, just is, by himself, even through everything that he's seen and done. You know he needs to hear it, needs to see and know how much you love and cherish him.
When you thrust into him, your pace just enough to make him feel good, Loki understands what they mean when they say 'making love' because he feels like you're loving every inch of him, inside out, all over.
Telling him that he's doing so good for you, that he's perfect, that he's so gorgeous you're losing your mind (because you are), that you love him so much, gods, so much.
He's a mess under your hands, both mentally and physically, so overwhelmed by your love that the tears that spill out of his eyes are only half because of the pleasure.
And when you make him finish, slowing to a stop to let him catch his breath, he wraps his arms around your neck, burying his wet face in the crook of your shoulder.
"I love you."
"Thank you."
Loki loves both versions of you, the one that makes him see stars and the one that looks at him as if he hung stars up in the sky with his own two beautiful hands.
Just imagining puppy!Dazai and bunny!Sigma going into heat while you're out at workâŠ
Sigmaâs heat will trigger Dazaiâs, and since youâre out, they have to fuck each other. They both want you instead, but they really canât control themselves â when you get home it feels too good for them to stop.
Youâll open the door to find Sigma bent over on all fours on the carpet, face pressed against the ground, flushed and drooling, arching hard into Dazai, while Dazai is gripping Sigmaâs small waist, rolling his hips against his ass, pushing his cock deep inside, head lolling forward, moaning at each thrust.
Youâll laugh as you walk up to them, grabbing a fistful of Dazaiâs sweaty hair and forcing his head up to look at you. Dazai moans at the feeling of being manhandled but doesnât have much other response â his eyes are foggy and far away, pupils blown, and as soon as you snicker, muttering âdumb puppyâ, and drop his head, his eyes shoot back to where his dick is plunging in and out of Sigmaâs hole, entranced by the lewd sight.
Sigma is more responsive to your presence â his eyes light up when he sees you and he tries to push himself up to greet you, to no avail. You sit in front of him and help him up a bit off the carpet, supporting him with your arms, letting him grab onto your shoulders, whining out âmommyâ over and over into your neck while Dazai ruts into him from behind. You just stroke his hair and mutter âI know, bunny, Iâm here now.â
Youâll ask Sig if he feels good and heâll nod rapidly, unable to stop himself from drooling onto your shoulder. His poor cock is slapping against his stomach with the force of Dazaiâs thrusts, so hard and clearly untouched, all pretty and pink and dripping. You can tell heâs close and youâll reach out and stroke his cock to help him because Dazai sure as hell isnât focused on that.
Poor baby, heâll look up at you, so pitifully grateful for the bare minimum, gasping out, âahh-thank youâthank you-â, twitching into your hand.
âAwwh, poor bunny,â youâll pout at him, âDazaiâs been mean to you, huh? Is he being a selfish puppy?â and Sigma will just nod, only half aware of what youâre saying but loving the way youâre cooing at him and coddling him, like âUh-huh, uh-huh. s-so meanâŠg-gonna cum, mommy~âÂ
âSâokay, bunny. Go ahead, youâre okay.â
Heâll bite down softly on your shoulder, crying out as he cums all over your lap, gripping your shoulders in his trembling hands like youâre going to disappear as soon as he finishes.
Dazai can barely even process anything until he gets his first load out into Sigmaâs ass. His balls are so tight and heavy and his cock is aching, his brain is hazy and his whole body is on fire. He can barely get a coherent word out besides âffffuckkâŠâ and âs-so tightâŠ.â
When he finally lets go, his thick cum pumping into Sigmaâs tight hole, he digs his nails hard into Sigmaâs ass, moaning loudly. âFuckââŠcumming!â
Sigma will cry out, grabbing your shirt, and whimper âmommyy heâs hurting meeeâŠâ and youâll stroke his hair and coo at him, making his brain go fuzzy again. Heâll just cling onto you hard as Dazai finally slows down, sniffling and nuzzling into your neck, scenting you to calm himself down.
Dazai will be panting heavily as he pulls out, still dazed but finally registering that youâre there, and heâll crawl over to you and collapse his head into your lap, not caring that youâre covered in Sigmaâs cum. Already feeling his cock hardening again, hyper-responsive to your scent, heâll just nuzzle his head against you and moan softly, murmuring âyouâre home~ ⥠thank god. Please help us.â
-ËËáŻœ a/n: might make this into a full fic later...pls tell me i'm not the only one obsessed w/ sigzai and their dynamic <3 also hope i'm not the only hybrid freak out there oops! sorry for the kinktober delay, day 4 is coming out soon! enjoy this in the meantime heheËâč.⥠àŁȘâčË.
ËË°âą*đž A/N â° teehee enhypen song title. read the warnings, if you don't like intox don't read it.Ëâč. àŁȘđž àŁȘâčË.
Dazai is always a handful to deal with when heâs drunk. Sometimes heâll be a mess, crying and wailing over painful memories of his past, almost inconsolable, begging you not to leave him no matter how many times you insist that you wonât. Other times, heâll be giggly, tripping over his feet, knocking things over, making a fool of himself to get your attention. But the worst times (for your sanity) are when heâs horny drunk. Like tonight.Â
Dazai is currently flopped on your bed, rutting his clothed cock against your thigh, shuddering at the feeling, not caring that his pre-cum is smearing all over the inside of his boxers, practically having soaked through them. Â
You sigh heavily, dropping your head against the pillow. The task youâve been attempting â getting Dazai changed into pajamas â is not going very well.Â
ââSamu, please. Can you lift your arms up for me?â
âHaah, c-canât,â Dazai pants, burying his head in your neck. âPleaseâŠbeen thinking âbout you the whole nightâŠjusâwanted t'get home ând touch youâŠâŠnnnnnghâŠâ Dazai slips his hand under your shirt, instantly grabbing at your right tit, moaning as he squeezes it in his hand. âFuckâŠplease, mâso hardâŠw-wanna have sexâŠâ Dazai is babbling himself into a frenzy as he rubs himself against you.Â
âNo, puppy. Not gonna have sex with you right now,â you state firmly, trying to pull your thigh away from him, to no avail.
âWhattt? W-Why not?â The way Dazaiâs big brown eyes shoot up to you, watery and hurt, and his lower lip starts to wobble, truly almost does you in. You have to squeeze your eyes shut and breathe in through your nose, practicing your self-restraint. Reminding yourself that he practically had to be carried to your door by Kunikida and Atsushi, each supporting one arm, given how much he had drank at their little office party.Â
You had tried to get Kunikida to tell you exactly how much he drank, but the blonde man had just shrugged, annoyed, telling you he didnât know. Apparently, three mixed drinks and one shot in, Dazaiâs focus had shifted from trying to find creative ways to irritate Kunikida to slumping on his chair, babbling about missing you and needing to see you, and Kunikida had stopped paying attention to his coworker from that point on.Â
âDâyou hate me?â Dazai slurs, his eyes already brimming with tears.Â
âMy gosh, no, baby,â you laugh, ruffling his mussed up hair, âlove you so so much. But youâre way too drunk.âÂ
âNnnnh,â Dazai whines, not liking this answer, and pushes his hips against you again, his eyes fluttering half shut at the feeling. You clench your fist and try not to think about how sensitive the alcohol has clearly made him. âAhhâŠfffuckâŠd-didnâeven drink that much, t-thoughâŠâ
âYea you did, I can tell. Sâokay, puppy, I still love you. And we can still cuddle, if you work with me to get changedââ
âB-But I donâ wanna cuddle⊠mâtoo hardâŠit hurtsâŠâ
You grit your teeth, trying to look anywhere but into his teary eyes, or at the outline of his cock pressing against your leg, a wet spot already having formed on his pants from his precum soaking through.Â
âOkay, wellâŠI can leave the room for a bit if you need to touch yourself?âÂ
âNo!!â Dazai quickly shakes his head back and forth, grabbing your sleeve in a panicked motion. âPlease, IâŠp-please, noâŠdonâleaveâŠcanât be alone right nowâŠwe can cuddle,â Dazai clings onto you desperately, rubbing his head against your cheek in an adorable motion. âWanna cuddle, please, donât needa touch myselfâŠwan'chu tâstayâŠâ
You laugh at Dazaiâs intense reaction, kissing him gently on the tip of his nose, and then on his lips. Dazai sighs into the kiss, and you pull away softly after a minute, stroking his cheek. Heâs so flushed, and his deep, brown eyes are so glassy and unfocused. God, how much did he drink?Â
âOkay, angel, calm down. Iâll stay.â
You kiss him on the cheek and pull him into your side, decidedly giving up on the idea of changing him into pajamas. Dazai snuggles against you, wrapping one leg around you.
You get maybe a minute of peace, trying to ignore Dazaiâs cock twitching against your leg, before he starts to softly hump it against you again. He tries to keep it subtle, but he canât control the whine that bubbles up in his throat at the friction. You sigh heavily, and he tries to fight the haze in his brain to think of a convincing point.Â
âB-but, yâknowâŠI was jusâ drinking because it was our office partyâŠKunikida a-nd-hic-Atsushi are drunk tooâŠand R-RanpoâŠwe all wenâ out for drinks tâgetherâŠâ
You raise an eyebrow at your boyfriend, struggling to follow his logic. âOkay? Does it look like Iâm planning to have sex with Kunikida or Atsushi?âÂ
Dazai looks outraged at the idea, as if it wasnât his drunken logic that led to the question.Â
âNoooâŠp-please donnâtâŠo-only sâposed to have sex with meâŠ.â
âOf course I wonât, âSamu," you laugh, "Iâm all yours.â You frown at Dazai after a minute, though, seeing the genuine confusion and hurt in his eyes behind his somewhat playful pout, and you plant a gentle kiss on his lips. âHey, look at me. I love having sex with you, you know that. This had nothing to do with not wanting you." You feel better as you watch the anxiety leave his eyes, his tense shoulders relaxing. "Love you so much. Youâre just too drunk to know what you want right now.âÂ
âNnnnâŠsânot trueâŠwant you.. so bad..â Dazai buries his face in your neck, gently sucking on your skin there. He tightens the leg wrapped around you, scooching up a bit, picking a new spot on your hip to hump his cock against. He moans into your neck, right under your ear, panting softly at the feeling. Each pant is punctuated by a quiet, breathy whimper. His breathing against your skin gives you goosebumps, testing your self-restraint, and you bite your lip harder.
âI know, âSamu. And if you still want me in the morning, we can have sex then, okay? As much as you want.âÂ
â.. âcourse Iâll still wanchu in the morning,â Dazai whines softly into your ear, âalways want you.âÂ
âGood. Then you can wait until then, yeah?â
Dazai pouts again, a few tears spilling over his lash line, and you force yourself to look away so you donât cave when he cries.Â
âDazai,â you say more sternly, patience running thin, hoping calling him by his last name will snap him out of it.Â
He looks a bit taken aback, but persists anyway. âB-but mom-my I-âŠ*sniffle* I..â
âYou what?â
âit rreally hurtsâŠi need you mommyâŠâ he mumbles, before breaking, letting out a soft cry into your neck. âplllease, i t-trust youâŠc-cant sleep like this. dunno what to doâŠâ
Something in you snaps. You groan, throwing your head back, before you turn to him, roughly grabbing a fistful of his fluffy, brown hair in your hand, tugging his head back so heâs forced to look up at you.Â
Dazaiâs eyes blow wide at this, and he moans loudly, his tummy flipping, more blood rushing south.Â
âFuck, baby. Youâre really not making this easy for me, are you?âÂ
Dazai nods his head, starting to drool at the feeling of being manhandled by you, cock twitching hard in his pants. Â
âHaa-aahhâŠpllleasseâoh fuck, please touch me⊠wanâyour handâŠ*hic*ple-ease, Iâll do anythingâŠâ
âYeah? You donât want my mouth, puppy?â
Dazai whimpers at the idea of your warm mouth wrapped around his sensitive tip, but still shakes his head.Â
âNnnnhâŠnuh-uhâŠw-...wanâchu ta talk to meâŠâ he slurs, grabbing your free hand thatâs not laced through his hair and bringing it down to his aching cock, closing your fingers around it under his.Â
Dazai hardly has time to process the pleasure that radiates through him at the contact before you yank your hand away from his cock, slapping him clean across the face.
The moan that rips itself from his throat could have come from a pornstar, and he stares at you, open-mouthed, panting, face painted with shock.
âNo. Bad puppy,â you grip his hair harder, swinging a leg over him to straddle his lap, slipping a finger under the bandage around his neck and using it to draw his face in close to yours, so your lips are brushing against each other. Dazai doesn't think he's ever been more turned on, his breath coming out in sharp little pants. âIf you want me to touch you so bad, youâre gonna sit still and be good. You donât get to just grab my hand and put it where you want. Are we clear?â
âYes maâam,â Dazai gasps out with no hesitation, nodding as best as he can through your tight grip on his hair. âMâsorry, fuckâŠjus' got excited, y'make me so excitedââ he tries to press his lips against yours, and you pull him back ever so slightly by his hair, tutting at him.
âWhat did I just say? Are you listening, or just thinking with your dick?â
âhaahâŠowâŠm'sorry...pleaaseâŠc-can I kiss you? Please?â
âGood boy,â you coo, rewarding him by loosening your grip on his hair, allowing his lips to melt into yours. Dazai can hardly think, so intoxicated by the feeling of it (and the alcohol).Â
âThank you,â he pants between kisses, âthankyou, b-been waitinâ tâsee you all night-ngh~â
Dazai practically cries with relief when you finally pull him out of his pants, helping him kick them off, resisting the urge to tease him for the massive wet spot on his boxers. Not that he'd be able to feel humiliated at this point, anyway; he's way too far gone.
âPleeease,â he slurs, hips bucking into the air, âplease touchme, pleaseâahh~â
Dazai keens as you wrap your hand around his aching cock, his head slamming back against the headboard, jaw going slack. âOh fuck, ohmygodâŠâ
You stare at his hard cock, eyes blown, marveling at the sheer amount of precum thatâs coating it â so much that if you didnât know any better, you mightâve thought heâd already came in his pants. Not to mention how flushed and sensitive he is.Â
âGod damn, what did you ask for in your drinks at that party? Viagra?â
Dazai shakes his head, your joke flying right over it. âJusâ miss youâm-missed you so much. Ngh- p-please, cnâyou ride me?â
Forgetting his earlier promise, Dazaiâs hands fall to your hips, weakly trying to pull you up on his lap so youâre pressed against his cock.Â
âNo, puppy, not until youâre sober. Jusâ be happy Iâm touching you, okay?â
You shift up on his lap anyway, tightening your grip on his cock, and Dazai seems to accept your answer, his eyes fluttering shut at the pleasure. âHaâaahâŠokay, mommyâŠshit, IâŠcan I hug you?â
âOf course, baby, câmere.â you open your free arm and Dazai throws his arms around your shoulders, slumping into you, breathing in your scent and feeling himself relax. You giggle softly to yourself, knowing that he wouldnât have been able to handle a minute of you riding him in this state, despite what he wants.Â
After a minute or two of stroking him at a steady pace, you notice that your boyfriend has been uncharacteristically quiet, aside from the shaky moans heâs been letting out, and you pull back ever so slightly to look at his face.Â
âOsamu? You alright, angel?âÂ
Dazai looks at you with hearts in his eyes through the haze of his intoxication, so relaxed and out of it, eyes slightly teary, and lips slightly wet from drooling on your shoulder. You slow down your strokes, lifting your free hand to gingerly wipe at his mouth, before gently kissing away the couple of tears that have fallen down his cheek.Â
âHey. You still with me, love?â
Dazai nods, whining at the way your pace has slowed, and rocks himself up into your hand a bit. âM-hmm. Mâhere. âJus sleepy. P-pleaseââ Dazai hiccups, pressing his forehead against yours. âplease donâstopp, it fffeels good~âÂ
âOkay baby, not gonna stop. Jusâ relax. Iâm right here.âÂ
Thinking itâs probably time to wrap this up with how sleepy and out of it he looks, you speed up your pace, concentrating your strokes around his tip. Dazai jerks under you, moaning against your mouth, his eyelids half-closed.Â
âMommyyy,â he slurs, gripping your shoulders a bit harder, âffeels goodâŠc-can I cum fâyou?âÂ
âOf course, love, go ahead. Youâve been so good. Cum for me, pretty, let me see you fall apart for me.âÂ
âNnngh-â Dazai nods, whimpering louder. âThankyou~ hah...Iâ...mâgonnaâŠnnnnghâŠg-gonna cum for you mommy, gonnaâah-â
Dazaiâs eyes roll to the back of his head, his jaw falling slack as he relaxes his tummy and just lets his orgasm wash over him. His pretty cock spurts his thick seed all over the two of you while you press kisses onto face and whisper gentle praises to him, quite pleased with how quickly he came, and how little fuss he put up about you not riding him.Â
He really is so beautiful- there's something so blissful about watching his delicately handsome features contract in pleasure, all because of you. You love how sweet and pliant he is for you, how sensitive, how trusting he is of you; you couldn't ask for anything more.
Dazai cums for over half a minute, not stopping until his release is dripping down the side of your hand, pooling on the bed beneath you. He came so hard that some of it had almost hit his face, his neck and upper chest decorated in ropes of white. The poor thing must have been so painfully worked up; no wonder he couldnât just go to sleep.Â
Dazai slumps into you when he's finished, gasping for air, his over-sensitive cock twitching in your hand.Â
âthankyouu-hah- thankyousomuch. I love you. Mâssorry fâbeing pushy,â Dazai plants soft kisses against the dip where your shoulder meets your neck, shuddering from that way your hand still hasnât slowed to a complete stop.Â
âSâokay, baby, I know. Youâre okay. I love you, too. Even though youâre a handful,â You playfully ruffle Dazaiâs now-sweaty hair, kissing the top of his head.Â
Dazaiâs soft giggle is cut off with a broken whine as his body jerks from over-sensitivity. âY-YouâreâŠstill movinâ your hand,â he murmurs.
âi know. Is it too much?â You whisper back.Â
Dazai whimpers, nuzzling against your neck. âSânever too muchâŠf-feels goodâŠbut i...m'gonna get hard again...thought youânnhâwanted t'go to bed?â
You smile into the darkness of the room, thinking about the risk of being woken up in an hour or two by Dazai grinding against your butt, begging for round two, not having gotten all of it out of his system.Â
âWhat do you think, puppy? Can you give me one more? Make sure you sleep through the night?â
Dazai nods eagerly, far too dazed to argue, the familiar tight heat already pooling in his tummy again.Â
AAAAAA for your anniversary event how we feeling security!reader manhandling and using Poe in exchange for letting him into a venue for free? Perhaps for a rockstar!Ranpo concert đ
Dom!Security!Gn!reader x sub!poe
Warning: virgin Poe, semi-public, rough sex (can be read as having a dick/using strap), spit as lube, sub-space (fucked stupid), dacryphilia, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, begging, finger sucking, reader is strong enough to manhandle Poe
Word count: 3.3k
Nini!rant: AHHH MELZOOO HI
This canât be happening right nowâ no, nonononoâŠ! The ticket, it was still there a minute ago! Now itâs suddenly goneâŠ? Someone must have stolen it while he wasnât paying attention, or he simply lost it? Why did this have to happen to himâŠ!? Heâs been standing in line for the ticket booth for hours, just to get into the concert of his favourite rockstar. Now finally at the entrance to the actual show, he lost that precious piece of paper, and was stopped by the security guards.
âW-wait, I really bought it! I swear! I still had it in my pocket a second agoâŠ!â Poe pleaded, flipping the entire contents of his bag in and out in hopes of finding the ticket. This wasnât just some random concert, no, it was one where ranpoâs band was participating! Heâs one of their most loyal fan, having supported them since their debut and never missing a single concert, he couldnât let his streak end like this!
He was panicking so much now, dropping everything to the ground while tears pricked at the corners of his eyes. His voice trembled as he babbled on and on, holding back the other guests in the queue. âHey you, stop hindering the others. Stand to the side, come back once you have a ticket.â One of the guardsâ your colleague âgroaned. Already fed up with this situation.
You sighed at the pathetic sight. He truly didnât seem like the type to lie. Besides, judging by all the limited edition merch he got, heâs also definitely not short of money to use for a measly ticket. So either he was just some poor, unfortunate soul or the worldâs best actor.
âIâll take care of that one, cover for me for a bit, yes?â You turned to the others, already bending down to give a helping hand to the pitiful guy still picking up his fallen stuff among this busy crowd. It didnât help that everyone was too excited to really notice him, you worried he might get trampled on at this rate. It didnât take long for you to grab him and pull him out of that group of fanatic fans.
Afterwards, you brought him somewhere quiet, hoping to talk some sense into him and have him calm down. You clicking your tongue as you scoffed, âlook, I do believe you. But I canât do anything about it, okay? Those are the rules. Maybe you should try and buy another one.â What you didnât expect was for him to suddenly start sobbing, his voice cracking with each hiccup, ât-the boothâs are already closed! The tickets are all hic s-sold out!â Fat tears rolled down his flushed cheeks, soaking through his bangs, making them stick to his face.
âI⊠Iâve ne-never missed one of their concerts beforeâŠâ Poe cried out, wiping at his eyes with his sleeves, âI canât miss this..! Please, isnât there som other wayâŠ? I-I can give you moneyâŠâ Woa, now heâs trying to buy his way out of this? When you signed up to escort this guy out of the venue, you werenât expecting such a hardcore fan. While the extra bucks would have been quite nice, youâve got a pretty strict superior who always makes sure no bribes are accepted. Says itâs for the âsafety of the celebritiesâ. Not that you can argue with that.
âSorry, but I canât accept your money.â You replied, crossing your arms. âLook, you gotta get it together. This isnât the end of the world now, is it?â Obviously you had good intentions, but for some reason his weeping only got stronger as he mumbled something along the lines of âit isâ. He was curling together and shaking now, looking just like a scared animal. What a dramatic person. Well, this wasnât your business anymore, heâll have to figure out what to do by himself. With that being said, you began getting back to your post, âGood luck then, stay safe.â
Thatâs when something tugged at your sleeves, and once you glanced back, you were inches apart from that same young man, now clinging to you with desperate eyes. Tears were still streaking down his cheeks, his dark eyes peeking out from his loose hair strands. An embarrassed yet somewhat determined gaze lingered in those pupils, and only now have you noticedâ heâs quite the looker, wasnât he?
âPlease⊠I-Iâm begging you. Please allow me into the concert, Iâd do a-anything you wantâŠ!â This was quite the predicament now, he was simply too pathetic to ignore. Though he really shouldnât say such things. Like honestly? There are so many ways to interpret that, if he were to encounter the wrong people, heâd get himself in quite the sticky situation. Did he trust you because you are a security guard or is he that naive? âAre you sure? Anything? Even if I were to tell you to strip right now?â You teased, trying to teach him a lesson to make him snap back to reality.
Yet this didnât go as planned, and the still shaking boy gripped his coat tightly, a spark of hope reigniting in him as he asked, ââŠwill you really let me in if I do that..?â He wasnât seriously considering this, was he? Before you could lecture him or whatever, he was already stripping off his jacket with shaky hands, a fierce blush on his cheeks. âI-i can do it, so⊠please get me in.â Now thatâs a turn of events you couldnt have prepared yourself for. Someone willing to sell their body for a concert? Just what kind of stupid situation did you get yourself into..?
You couldnât help but giggle at the absurdity, chuckling, âhaha! You are nuts. Donât forget you agreed to it.â Since it had come to this, shall you simply... go along with his demands? Sure, this can still be considered taking âbribesâ, though itâll be much harder to prove than material bribes. Besides, you did pity him, no? This will be the only time you abuse your power, just this once, no one will have to know. Not to mention he wants it too, he begged for it first!
âFine, letâs do it like this then. Iâll get you into that concert in return for some fun, and you donât tell a soul about it.â In the end, you still gave in to your base desires. You took a few steps towards the male, causing him to mirror your moves to keep the distance, at least until his back hit something hard. Even then you didnât stop closing in, cornering him. His hands were fumbling with the hem of his shirt now, face heating up as he began to understand the implications of the word âfunâ.
âYou get what Iâm asking for, right, pretty boy? You can still back out, of course. Iâll let you decide.â That was what you said, though he had already made up his mind. While he didnât understand what you saw in an average guy like him, this was a chanceâŠ! The concert was going to start in less than an hour, he couldnât afford to be picky now. âIâll do it⊠just, p-please, be quick⊠the show will start soon and⊠and Iâll need time to get inside.â
Makes sense, the place where you two were was pretty far from the entrance, itâs dead empty now that most people are inside already. Besides, itâd be suspicious if you left your position for too long, even if your colleagues are nice enough to cover for you. With all that cleared now, you trapped him between your arms and pinned him to the wall, a satisfied smirk as you hummed, âfine, weâll go for a few quickies then. Donât tell me to slow down later.â
No matter how innocent he appeared to be, he knew what kind of exchange you were expecting from him. He knew the moment you told him to undress. Despite being fully aware of what he got himself into, he was still surprised when you suddenly picked him up and basically molded him into position. Your hands were on his lower back and ass, holding him up, resulting in his shoulder blades being pressed into the cold surface while his crotch was flush against your pelvis.
His legs instinctively wrapped around your waist, in fear that you might drop him, and his arms did the same just with your neck. Due to how inconvenient the position was, he was forced to curve and bend, enough for him to have a perfect view on whatâs going on between his spread legs. This felt⊠weird. He has never been manhandled, not to mention in such a manner. Was he actually getting excited at the thought? To think heâd be so light and easy to handle despite his heightâŠ!
While Poe was busy contemplating over rather insignificant details, you were working on the rest of his clothing. His belt, trousers and underwear to be specific. You didnât care much about his shirt. Once you managed to get him out of those confines, you couldnât help but tease, âsomeoneâs eager here, was this your real goal actually? To get laid?â Anyone would assume that after seeing his leaking cock springing out proudly, already flushed an angry red when it slammed against his lower belly.
âN-noâŠ! I-I wasnât⊠Iââ before he could finish his sentence, you already pressed your fingers against his lips, ordering him to suck on them. And he was so obedient! Parting his mouth and taking your digits inside as commanded, licking and coating them with his saliva. âYou listen well, surprisingly.â You teased, pressing down on his tongue, causing him to whine and gag ever so slightly.
As soon as you deemed your fingers lubed up enough, you took them out and began rubbing them against his rim instead. Spreading the makeshift lube around evenly, taking your sweet time with the penetration. To think you scored someone as tempting as him by chance⊠his looks could rival the star of todayâs show. You cooed at him condescendingly when his breath hitched and muscles tensed up, âoh~? Is this your first time doing it back here? Youâre in for a ride then, pretty boy.â
Poe knew those werenât just empty words, you meant it. And while the thought of it did scare him⊠he didnât seem to mind it that much after all? Surely itâs because heâs getting something in return, this was just a deal, a transaction! Thatâs just how important ranpoâs concert is to him! Surely! DefinitelyâŠ!
He didnât have to wait long until the first knuckle breached him. The feeling was weird and foreign, yet didnât hurt nearly as much as he feared, only a small âhnngh~â slipped from his bitten-raw lips. You eased one finger inside, then two, before slowly moving them apart and stretching him out. Since this was his first time being entered, you tried to take it slow. Focusing sorely on loosening him up while not making it too unbearable.
His grip around your neck tightened, and his breathing became heavy as if he just ran a marathon. At this rate, he was going to leave marks. Seeing how tense he still was, he wonât be softening his grip any time soon, so you hummed, ârelax a little, or you might miss your precious concert. I can barely move.â He tried his best to do as told, but letâs be honest⊠there was barely a change.
Nevertheless, you somehow managed to prepare him properly and decided he was ready for the main course. That judgement was made mostly due to the pleads of the boy to watch out for the time and him claiming you could move on to the next step. You did as requested and were currently lining the head of your cock up to his entrance, trying to ease it inside him as painless as possible, starting off slowly. It didnât take long until the glans popped inside, then another minute until half of your shaft got swallowed by his awfully eager hole.
âWhat a slut, you are basically sucking me in.â You taunted, giving his weeping dick a light slap which made him gasp out loud, precum spilling everywhere. He immediately went back to biting his bottom lip in hopes of stifling any shameful noises that threatened to escape.
Considering this was his first time, he was doing pretty good. But this wasnât fast enough for you, and so you gave him a little heads up, âyou are too tight, this is taking too long, Iâll go a bit rougher.â The poor thing couldnât even process that information or measure what âa little rougherâ could be, before the first sparks of ecstasy began coursing up his spine.
Because you began rolling your hips against his already, pulling out an inch and slamming more inside, using this tactic to âgentlyâ bottom out inside him, the pressure forging his insides to accommodate you. As if the persistent rubs against his wet and squishy walls itself wasnât enough already, you just had to hit his prostate head on, sending even more electricity straight to his already overworked brain. âAh-AhHNnng~â„ïžâĄ!! N-nooo..! T-that place fe-feels wee~eeeird~ mHmffgg~âĄâ„ïžâĄâ
Would you look at that, it took no time at all to turn this guy into a moaning, trembling mess. His whimpers are quite cute too. You wondered how his voice would sound like once you got serious. âYou are so damn loud. Enjoying this? You arenât even worried that others might hear, are you?â Your words rang in his ears, and he answered quite delayed, âI-i doâŠ! If⊠if others heardâ if ranpo..! Ah-hNghh I wonât be able to s-show my face~ hic âĄâ„ïžâ
If anyone did catch you two, you could basically wave this job goodbye. Even so that was the least of your concerns right now. It only took a few more thrusts until you finally fit your entire length inside his tight passage, his ass hitting your upper thighs with each snap of your hips. Since he managed to take all of it, that means he has gotten quite used to the stretch already⊠so the obvious conclusion would be to go faster from here on out, no?
Needless to say, you began rutting into the boy, ramming his back against the rough wall. âAh..!! W-wait, i d-donât think Iâm⊠ahNghh~ ready!! Oh- MhHmm~ t-too good, too fast â„ïžâĄâĄâ It was enough to knock the air out of his lungs, making him whimper and cry out in pleasure as his skin reddened where it kept slapping against yours. The filthy sounds emerging from your bodies and his uselessly loud mouth were luckily muffled by the buzz of the crowd, and his cock leaked even more pre at the thought of doing this in such a public space.
Just look at him! He was making a horrible lot of mess everywhere, leaking down his own shaft and perineum, all the way to his rosy rim. Both of your hands were on his hips now as you slammed deep inside him, manhandling him as if he was nothing but your personal fleshlight. In return his toes curled and pupils rolled to the back of his head, even if it was hard to make out from behind his wet bangs. You were hitting all those places he never knew could feel so goodâŠ! He never wanted it to stop âĄ
His skin was drenched in a thin layer of sweat, drool running down his chin, the shirt a crumpled up rag over his drumming heartbeat. He was leaking evidence of your debauchery onto the ground, and yet he didnât careâ the only thing occupying his mind was you and the things you do to him. It was as if he made a deal with the devil, succumbing to such sinful, base desires. Yet he couldnt help it, wouldnât stop begging you for more.
Poe was crying out in ecstasy, especially since he was new to such extrem pleasures. It was mind-blowing, he felt his strength slipping from his limbs, starting with his fingers. His grip was slipping by itself, his consciousness blanking out from time to time. Ah, now he was kind of getting worried about you dropping him⊠that wonât happen, right? Because he for sure couldnât hold on to you any longer.
With each thrust of yours, hitting that sweet spot inside him that made him moan like some slut, he could feel his voice leaking out involuntarily and his sex slapping his lower abdomen, creating sticky little strings that connected everything below his navel in a lewd spider web. He clung to you, or at least tried to, still whining and groaning so shamelessly. In truth he was embarrassed, but he couldnât hold them back. Please forgive him for making such naughty sounds in publicâŠ?
âT-thereâŠ! Keep doing t-that, oh pleaseâŠ! Mhmm⊠ha-ngh~â„ïž I c-canâtâŠ!â Turns out Poe was quite the debauched whore, huh? Drooling and squeaking when your cock drives into that special spot, hitting the front wall until he could swear his belly bulged. How ecstatic this was⊠truly an amazing feeling â„ïžâ no! He has to get it togetherâŠ!But, heavens, he couldnât put it into words how amazing this felt, how he loved the burn of the stretch and the tingles blooming across his nerves.
âaNHgnMnn~ â„ïžâĄ there, s-so good ⥠hNgghâNnhHngg t-too much ah, ah- Ahn~ c-cumming~!!!â„ïžâĄâĄâ Judging by how overwhelmed he was, it didnât take long until he came for the first time, untouched even. Ropes of white semen shot out of his neglected dick, splattering his own stomach. Some even reached his sternum, pooling atop his torso like some erotic artwork. His cries stilled for a few seconds, his mouth was wide apart in a silent scream, until a drawn-out cry left the depths of his throat. Carrying all the pent-up emotions and pleasure he used to hold on to.
But you didnât stop moving since you werenât satisfied yet and kept the ruthless pace going. You did mention itâd be more than just one round, didnât you? As a result, the already sensitive and overwhelmed thing came pretty quickly again, his cries a high-pitched disaster as fat, overstimulated tears trailed down his face. His pathetic cock twitching in delight and torture, the pain blurring into pleasure as he gasped and shuddered, ân-no!! No no noooo âĄâĄâĄ nghhNn~ itâs t-too much, so full, so mHmmfgg, gunna cum again, h-help me â„ïžâ
And once more did he spill his seed and coated both your bodies in his own sticky essence, uncaring that it was currently dripping down his inner thighs and dirtying your shoe, leaving a slick trail. His body yielded, losing all tension and resistance as he slumped into your arms, eyes glassy and unfocused. Both of you must be reeking of sweat and lust, yet neither care enough.
Some distant tones were reaching your ears, signalising the impending start of the show. Though you pretended not to hear, since what happened until now was just the beginning. The thirty minutes were far from enough to satisfy you, and surely he wonât be able to attend looking fucked-stupid like this, right? So it would be fine to go for some more rounds instead?
By the end of it, Poe forgot how often he climaxed. Letâs just say it was enough to render his brain mushy and useless, every thought vaporising as all he could do was twitch and gasp for âmoreâ or âstopâ. The concert utterly forgotten as he was rendered nothing but a whore for your cock âĄ
Ever thought about a sub who begs/asks for sex first, saying he really wants it or needs it all night long and all that?
And after getting what he demanded, heâs so smug and happy, enjoying every touch to the fullest. Though after some time, with each passing round, their grin starts to fadeâ suddenly heâs a fucked out wreck who has climaxed so often that a simple brush of your fingers against his heated skin was painful.
Yet you still havenât stopped⊠still wringing out pleasure from his dry body. Now heâs begging for you to stop, to give him a small break!! Saying that heâs too tired to go on even more rounds. Crying and pleading so desperately now, even though he was the one who brought this upon himselfâŠ
What to do~ you werenât anywhere near satisfied, but his whines were just too cute, âp-please⊠hiicc no ⥠no more r-rounds ah-ngHhn..!!~ c-canât cum anymore.. ah-hnghHn âĄâ„ïžâĄ mâso-sorryâŠ!! Hurts⊠ah, please, I need a b-breakâŠâ„ïžâĄâ
Monsterfucker!Poe who began hyperfixating on the fantasy genre, especially the many monster races it had to offer. Everything ranging from werewolfâs to Erdrich horrors. These species were so fundamentally different from humans and he found those special traits quite interesting. Maybe he was a little too interested
Monsterfucker!Poe who, at some point, realised this was more than just his curiosity. He saw a pattern in the monsters he liked reading about; taller and bigger than any humans, stronger, prone to losing control and definitely dangerous
Monsterfucker!Poe who fantasises about vampires biting him, beasts knotting him, monsters manhandling him, or even getting mounted by tentaclesâŠ! If he were to ever reveal this shameful kink to you, youâll surely leave himâŠ
Monsterfucker!Poe who couldnt stop thinking about it and decided to fulfil his fantasies by writing a story! With the main couple being heavily inspired by him and you. He was being described as a timid human not fit for fighting, while you were this horrifying, towering monster whom he got offered up by his village
Monsterfucker!Poe who spend hours upon hours writing about all the ways that character got fucked over by you the monster. How a single hand of could span across his entire torso, how he felt tiny when in your arms, and how monstrous your stamina was, leaving him dry and stupid after every mating session. His body wrecked, sobbing quietly, skin bruised and his whole existence reduced to nothing but a hole
Monsterfucker!Poe who wanted to be trapped by you âagainst his willâ, escaping just to get pounded even harder upon his capture. Heâs even had thoughts of getting bred and filled to impossible lengths, passing out in a puddle of his own mess. How he loved to write about all the ways his body changed after being yours~
Monsterfucker!Poe who hid this embarrassing book full of his dirtiest kinks in a box behind the shelves, thinking thereâs not way heâll ever show it to you, only to come back home to you flipping through the pagesâŠ
Monsterfucker!Poe whoâs now forced to confess every shameful detail to you while stripped bare on the bed âĄ
Warnings: +18 Minors DNI! Drinking, cussing, penetration, creampie, breeding kink, spoilers from season 5
Disclaimer: Characters mentioned belong to Kohei Horikoshi
Summary: Hawks has an opportunity to get to know you, the member of the League of Villains and he decided to found out your abilities and the level of threat you were. Little did he know you werenât gonna give away anything of yourself and instead, it was you who had decided to found out more about the Leagueâs new ally.
The taste of whiskey kept lingering on your tongue for a small moment before you indulged in another sip. The ice cubes clattered rather loudly in the silence of the Leagueâs bar where you sat alone, slouching against the bar counter while browsing through your phone.
Your privacy was soon disturbed by the Leagueâs ally, Hawks, who sauntered through the entrance, his sudden appearance gaining no reaction from you.
âHuh? Y/N have you seen Dabi?â He asked.
âNo.â You replied simply without even bothering to look at him.
âI was supposed to meet him here now. Got any idea where he is?â Hawks asked as he glanced around a bit while advancing you.
-thank you for the request. I havenât caught up with the anime yet but Iâve been reading the manga and wowie.. but I hope this is what you wanted or meant, wasnât sure if you wanted villain or not..
The League of Villains surrounded you and your fellow heroes, youâd been stuck with their flame quirk user and it put you at a standstill.
You held a typical hydro quirk, one that allows weapons to manifest from water alone and gave you the ability to cause on land tidal waves and seismic ripples with underground water reserves.
But, even with the upper hand youâd become exhausted because of the power of Dabiâs quirk; being able to turn all the water that surrounded you to nothing but steam that would burn those around who hadnât trained to succeed in such a scorching environment.
âSay hero, why donât ya give up already. All your friends are dyinâ around you.. canât you help them?â
He was right, but the way he chuckled ignited a new surge of energy.
You would surely fall into his hands if you pushed your quirk any further without using.. that side of your quirk.
A secondary trait wasnât common but itâs what you had. It wasnât a flattering trait and youâd been told to keep it under wraps.. it could be viewed as a villainous quirk. Thatâs what you were told at least.
It was scary. Terrifying even, one that youâd imagine a villain to have.
It would be a shock factor, hopefully, and this was life or death for you and the others..
Inhaling deeply, you allowed for the electric currents caused by water and the seismic rifts to fester in your body. It hurt, and you would have hell to pay physically for doing so.
Screaming loudly you charged at the patched male, before he could burn you to a crisp you quickly used him as a launching pad and tossed yourself into the air above him. He fell to his knees and quickly whipped around with his hand out to let a burst of flames out.
His eyes widened, the large form creating a dooming shadow over him and shading the blazing sun from him.
Dabi shook in excitement, youâd grown twice maybe triple the size you were, violet tinted black armour covered your body and a feathery collar to top it off.
The single eye in the center of the new mask pointed its gaze down to him.. before he could fully comprehend the sight he was sent flying from a sudden shock of electricity.
Grunting, he went to try and hit you again but was only pile-drived through the terrain. Even through the terrain and pain, he felt himself heat up from the grasp you had on him..
You were so big.. your hands easily wrapping around his waist and the power you exuded.. he was excited.
âUgh.. quite the form ya got there..â
He pathetically laid under you, pinned by your weight and with his shirt shredded to bits he was almost exposed to you. The tightness in his pants was keeping him from moving further..
Dabi couldnât help the perverted thoughts he had, scanning you as you loomed over him..
Did everything grow? Was this just armour or is everything huge now.. he could see your neck through a gap in the armour, feeling himself drool a little at the sight of your shiny sweat.
How would it taste? How would you taste? Were you salty, sweet, pungent.. maybe even savoury? Was there an underlying musk or was it overwhelmingly musky and manly.. the idea of tasting even a lick of your sweat made him cross his legs even if he was held under a deadly grip.
You took his silence and halted movement as fear, he only stared up at you with wide eyes and his body was stiff and rigid in your grip. The swirling in your stomach festered while his bright eyes stared, you heard the cameras flashing and people scream around you. Even in such a fierce battle the cameras were always on, there were still onlookers who stood too stubborn to leave- claiming youâd save them even if they stayed.
âNo more moves, Dabi?â
Dabi gulped, swallowing his excess saliva and the lump in his throat bobbed.. he didnât want you to let go of him or leave and he needed to find a way to keep you near him.
Raising his hand, he reached out towards your face.. instinctively you flinched away and shoved your hand further into his abdomen; making him wheeze out from the pressure.
Before you could question or do anything further, he blasted a large burst of flames into your face- the heat making you collapse along with the fumes taking every ounce of air from your lungs.
Dabi expected you to fall on top of him, ready for the impact of all your weight ontop of him but you managed to fall to the side.. smirking, he greedily took in the image of you lurched over and grinned while he watched you shrink. Before the smoke and flames could clear he grabbed you and took off.
You were bigger and buffer than him before, with him carrying you the size difference in your normal form was still enough to keep up his excitement.. your hand that laid over his shoulder was almost twice the size of his.. did you really finish shrinking or were you naturally this big? He shuddered, thinking of all the things you could do to him if he wasnât so sly and greedy. He always got what he wanted, and he wanted you.
â
He brought you to a hidden area, not that far away from the actual fight but far enough that it would be considered an evacuated zone.
You came to almost as soon as he dropped you to the ground, and he smiled deviously while you blinked away the pain- trying to stand only to stumble around without finding your footing.
âHavent you found yourself in a fun scenario, hero?â
Looking up, you caught the bright eyes of Dabi, he sat on a chair with his legs crossed.. you went to attack but only fell to clutch your side.
The after effects from your secondary trait kicking in, your thoughts no longer all that self preserving or even coherent.
âGotta say.. that form you took out there. Iâd love to know more about it.â
Wincing, you sat down on the ground.. staring up at the man who looked like he would eat you alive..
âW..what do you mean?â
He chuckled, smoothly moving to sit infront of you- running a finger up your neck and only lightly grazing before you slapped his hand away. The finger glistened with a thin veil of your sweat, silence halted in your throat as you watched his pierced tongue lick and suck on the finger..
âYouâre so big.. does that go for the rest of you?â
Going to crawl on his hands and knees, he inches closer to you- his arousal growing as he smelled you.
It wasnât unpleasant, your faint odour covered by a cologne smell and the scents mixed only furthered his thoughts. You didnât dare move, unsure what he was actually trying to do but the way he took in deep breathes right by your neck.. it made you gulp and want to.. you werenât sure what you were going to do.
âIt would be so fun to play with you in that form.. have you ever tried it? Do ya think anyone could even take you without being torn in half?â
âWhat the hell? What are you saying?!â
He pulled away with a frown, lowering himself to your thighs and only hovering above them.
âYou saying itâs never been a thought? Cmon.. most people would kill to have someone as large as you tear them up..â
Your breathe hitched, blush coming over your face.. the realization hit you. He wasnât scared. He wasnât scared of your form back there.. he was.. aroused?
âYouâre not scared? My quirk didnât scare you?!â
Dabi chuckled, taking in and reading your body language, deciding to run his hands across your thighs and up to flutter over your waist.
âIâm a villain, it takes a lot to scare me and I would never be scared of some hero.. I can tell youâre weak and wonât be able to get away from me..â
Licking his lips, his eyes trailed up to yours as he laid his cheek on your plush thigh
âWhy donât you have some fun? Push your quirk to the limit, let me see how big you really are..â
He couldnât help it, the need, the want, for you to fuck him silly- tear him to shreds, it ached and throbbed inside of him.
You stared down at him, it had been a thought of yours but.. it was never an idea that youâd sleep with a villain!
â
Sweat, musk, a thick fragrance filled the room. It reeked in the best ways- it smelled like sex and desperation. It smelled like sin.
A hero and villain fucking each other as if it was still a life or death battle, aggressive moans and screams emptied themselves between each wall in attempts to fight their ways outside.
Dabi laid with his face pressed against the ground, tongue hanging out of his mouth while he panted like a dog. His free forming moans and whining sounding strangled from his throat.
âSuch a filthy fucking villain.. where is your pride? Whatâs all.. this for?â
His eyes rolled back into his head, the degrading insinuations of your words bounced around his head. A life where he only stood by to be a toy for a hero would truly be a scandalous turn of events- imagine that?! All his hard work to get where he is, all the hardships, the reputation he built.. only to be dummied down to nothing but a slut for a hero..
Every buck of your hips left even less of his pride and self worth- god you were big. It felt so full. Your dick was almost in his guts and rearranging his intestines- he swore!
âWhatâs that? Got something to say? Let me hear it, tell me with your big boy words.â
His lip quivered, knowing he couldnât speak through his own sounds he resorted to writhing under you.
âThatâs what I thought.â
You pulled out, letting go of his waist and sitting back. Dabi looked behind him, seeing you catching your breathe and pumping yourself.
âGet over here. Now.â
With legs like jelly, he moved to pathetically crawl towards you and sit in your lap.
âRide it.â
With a weak nod his hand reached around to fill himself up again. With tears in his eyes he tried to bounce himself- only to have his legs tremble under him and threaten to give out.
Nothing he did satisfied how you fucked him. But, his protesting whines fell on deaf ears- the look in your eyes burnt at his skin.
He needed more.
Tears started to pour from his bright eyes, with a smirk you used your quirk on his tears and made a small and razor sharp blade from the sweet liquid.
It went to his throat and pricked his skin, his sensitive scarred skin being nicked made him cry harder.
âFinish yourself, Iâm getting bored.â
With a choked sob, he bounced with every drop of energy he had.. all the exhaustion from being abused by the fight and by your dick catching up far too quickly- he wasnât done! It just wasnât enough time but through it all he made himself cum. The gooey liquid hitting his chest and shooting just underneath his own chin.
âHow pathetic. Disappointing. Canât be a good villain and canât even be a good fuck!â
Your hand came up and shoved his face away harshly, forcing him to fall back and get pinned by you once again- the small blade threatening his jugular once more as you laid atop of him.
âNow, I need to get myself taken care of since you wasted my time.â
With a rough thrust, your full length intruded his tight hole and hit against his gummy walls.. every thrust was deep and harsh. Dabi could only lay under you weakly and let you have your way with his body.
He wasnât scared by your form, he was scared of you. How could a hero be this mean in sex? What a filthy and unhero-like mouth you had.. what a filthy and lewd body you had.
The time you spent abusing his body wasnât even a tangible thought that he couldnât comprehend- he felt like itâd been years and his body wanted to give up so badly. When he felt the hot load of cum shoot across his stomach he let out a shuttering breathe- his ass already clenching around nothing.
He needed to keep you somehow.. he needed to see you at your best if this was you tired and aching..
âAnd yeah, to answer you question.. it all grows. Donât think you could handle it though, even if you are such a slut.â
With a weak smirk, he watched you leave him alone in all his shame- the faint smell of you left on his skin and making him want to try you again.
With a final shred of energy, he used a finger to pick up your cum on his stomach and shoving it down his throat.
It made every dirty thought he had resurface.. you tasted amazing. He needed more. Heâd find you alone again, and show you he isnât this weak and could please you more, he could impress you.
He wanted a hero to ruin him, and it needed to be you.
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Summary: [Oneshot/companion to Don't be Shy] A timid Loki breaks his s*x drought, with your encouragement.
Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Smut. Sub!Loki. Language. Dirty Talk. (w/c 2.3k)
You pressed a thumb against the pad on your door. It beeped, making Loki flinch behind you.
âGosh, you really are nervous.â you mumbled with a smile, hearing the rustle of Lokiâs crisp shirt as he straightened.
Pouring two glasses of water, you set them the side-table next to the sofa. Loki had made himself comfortable, removing his waistcoat and sitting poised with his legs crossed.
âSo how long is a long time, exactly?â you probed, sliding a hand up one muscular thigh as you settled beside him. Loki's eyes darted towards you, adjusting his hips.
âSince Asgard.â he murmured tentatively, voice catching as your fingers danced up his in-seam.
âOhâŠthat is a dry spell.â you cooed, an amused smile curling at your lips. How is it possible this perfect specimen hasn't been ridden in years, you thought; scepticism creeping in. It's not possible.
Loki hissed as your fingers brushed his hardening cock, feeling the trapped monster grow thick beneath your gentle touch. His knuckles whitened under the crushing grip on the armrest.
Or maybe it is, you pondered with a smile.
âIf you don't mind me asking...why is that?â you said, gaze crawling over his twitching brow. "I find it hard to believe you don't have a lot of opportunity-"
âHardly-â he gasped, ass clenching before he bit his lip. Even with this achingly light level of touch, it was almost too much for him to bear. That was plain to see.
âI just...have a h-hard time letting loo-se, you see.â he stammered, his grip making the armrest creak in protest.
You squeezed again, making Lokiâs eyelids flutter shut.
He whimpered, a series of shallow pants wisping from his throat. âI can stop?â you whispered, trailing your free hand over your cleavage. His eyes shot open, afire with sudden fear. â-No.â he choked, looking longingly to the fingers grazing the curve of your breasts. âFor the love of the Nine...donât stop.â
A secret smile pressed against your cheeks as you stood and intertwined your fingers with his. âCome with me.â you said firmly, nerves sizzling as Loki let out a long exhale before unfurling himself to his full height. You walked slowly ahead of him to the bedroom, circling behind and pushing the shy god gently to the mattress.
He began to yank at his windsor knot, before pausing. âApologies, I didnât mean to be presumptuous.â
The words were accompanied by a penitent flutter of his lashes. You chuckled. âLoki, youâre sitting on my bed. If you had any idea how wet I am right nowâŠâ you groaned, straddling him and sliding your hands firmly over his shoulders.
Lokiâs legs widened as the soaking gusset of your panties grazed the hard shaft pressed against his thigh. He swallowed thickly as you began to place messy sucks on his exposed neck, whipping the tie from his collar.
âS-slow...slower.â he panted, breaths quick. Surfacing from stiff cotton, you rose on your knees; tugging his hair back as you descended with a licentious kiss. You could feel his chest heaving beneath your own, the tell-tale thrust of his hips against your core sloppy and needy and desperate.
Loki broke for air, his eyes wild. Your lips curled in a coquettish smile. âMaybe we should start gently, hmm?â you said, seeing Loki nod. âI think thatâs...wise.â he muttered, a thin sheen of moisture forming on his brow. Your knees shuffled backwards, lowering yourself to the carpet between his legs and pulling your dress over your head.
âDo you mind taking these off?â you asked gently, pulling at the fabric tight against his thigh. Lokiâs gaze refocused from the lingerie cupping your curves, his mouth forming a soft O.
âOf- of...of course. Apologies.â he fumbled, before a shimmer of his magic dissolved the luxurious suit trousers from his body. And his underwear, too. âYou donât have to...do...that, you know.â he mumbled.
You didnât need to look at him to know the pink tinge in his cheeks was back with renewed force.
Lokiâs cock rose between his spread thighs. It was long, pale and utterly perfect. Just as you knew it would be. You curled your fingers lightly around the thick base, making Lokiâs hips jolt. Your thumb didnât reach around the circumference.
âJust breatheâŠâ you murmured, hearing his frantic breaths slow at the command. Your finger caressed up the length, making tingles soar on the surface of his neglected velvet skin. âThis should be worshipped, Loki.â you muttered absent-mindedly as you inspected it with awe, hearing him chuckle before you lifted your gaze seductively to meet his. âSo letâs make a start on that, shall we?â
His palms rested on your duvet, fingers spread. You could see him slide them into a tight grip, neat fingernails scratching against the fabric as he inhaled sharply, bracing himself. You leant forward, extending your tongue so that only the lightest of licks trailed from the base of his shaft to the tip.
Lokiâs moan was raw dynamite, a long ragged sigh that made your thighs squeeze together. He tasted like freshly washed linen, the scent of clean cotton lingering in your nostrils. Unspoilt. Virginal.
You parted your lips, tongue sliding in messy kisses against the meat of his cock. The base of your palm held his length steady, perfectly vertical as his hips rocked upwards.
âF-ffuck..det er f-for godt-â he moaned under his breath, sliding a hand against the back of your head before retracting. Seizing his moment of resistance, you lapped tortuously slowly over the leaking tip. Loki shuddered as he watched the glistening bead of pre-cum that had been trembling there disappear beneath you eager attentions.
âM-more...please.â he stammered, forearms quivering as he braced against the bed. You tilted your chin up to face him, nestled between his thick thighs. âAre you sure?â you said coyly. Loki nodded, shallow breaths making his chest strain against the buttons of his shirt. You pressed your lips together, arching a brow before you descended and swallowed the tip of his cock.
A strangled whine rumbled from the god as you sucked gently, the fingers curled around his base pulsing with each smooth lap of your tongue. You could feel Loki brace against the bed, his fingertips digging into the mattress as his thighs began to shake. And you were barely touching him.
âDet fĂžles for godtâŠâ he groaned, toes curling against the carpet. âF-fuck...im nĂŠr...im n-nĂŠr-â he growled through gasping breaths. âS-stop.â
You released him, a strand of saliva hanging in a teasing curve between his foreskin and your lips. Lokiâs addled stare rolled blissfully along the spittalâs route, landing on your glistening mouth.
âFuck.â he murmured reluctantly, shaking his head as his eyes darted to the side. âI should not have led you on. This is...not my usual- not my typical performance I-â
You pressed a finger to his lips. âI think itâs hot.â you purred, making his eyebrows slant with surprise. âReally hot.â
Rising to your feet, you tugged down your panties before sliding onto Lokiâs lap once more. The thump of arousal between your legs was untenable, the messy slick of your sex crying for relief against his naked thighs. âJust go with it.â you keened in his ear, rolling your hips against the base of the cock sandwiched between you. His breath hitched, fingertips sinking into the curve of your waist. âWe can make it a little game.â
âA game?â Loki chirped, interest piqued. âI like games.â
âI know you do.â you hummed encouragingly, sucking his earlobe between your teeth. Loki hissed, a growl building in his chest as you began to unbutton his shirt. âIs this what you thought of as you fucked yourself thinking of me?â you said, feeling his stomach clench beneath your searching hands.
He cleared his throat, back straightening.
âI must confess I was rather more...dominant.â he admitted sheepishly, avoiding your seductive stare. He observed as your fingers made quick work of the buttons, ebony hair falling sluttishly around his jaw. âDominant?â you teased approvingly. âWhy do I get the feeling you made me call you Daddy?â
âOh, I insist on it.â he joked, before you stripped back the shirt from his shoulders.
The godâs jaw clenched as you pushed the cuffs from his wrists; coaxing him backwards. âNornsâŠâ he gasped, muscular back hitting the mattress with a soft thump. You took a moment to savour the god stretched like an shy whore on your king bed, his soft eyes wide with nervous anticipation. You smiled, crawling slowly up his long body.
âTrust me, LokiâŠâ you said softly, the lust in your voice simmering as the thick veins in his throat hardened. âWeâll ease you back in, donât worry.â
He opened his mouth to speak, before his eyes fluttered shut. Lokiâs back arched as you ground your bare pussy against his length. You slid easily back and forth, dragging through your slick folds. The soft mewls of grateful submission from his lips made your nipples harden.
âYou should be fucked every day, Loki Laufeyson.â you slurred, feeling his cock twitch against your cunt. âEvery. Fucking. Day.â
Loki huffed in frustration, bucking upwards. The scent of you. The promise of your wetness. It must be driving him crazy.
âRide me. Please-fuck me, I canât take it anymore.â he growled, tilting his chin against his chest as your cleavage hung tantalisingly in front of him. His nose slotted between your mounds, a shuddering sigh shaking his body as he lost himself.
"Patience, Laufeyson...â you giggled, hearing a muffled whine against your skin. âA little delayed gratification never hurt anyone. Much less a god...â
You reached between his legs, hovering above his hips as you lined him up. The wide tip of his cock nudged against your slit, his forehead creasing as he tried to restrain himself with a quaking sigh. Lokiâs lips formed a stoic line, eyebrows knitting slowly together as you squeezed the thick head inside your cunt.
With every inch you sank, his lips parted further; the skin sticking as he exhaled a ragged, primal gasp of relief.
âI...I...uhh-hh-gods.â he rasped, fingertips sinking into the soft thighs spread against him. You stilled, the head of his cock buried to the hilt. You squeezed.
Loki jolted on the bed, hair fanning in wild tendrils as he clenched his jaw to the ceiling. âI had forgotten.â he moaned through gritted teeth, grunting as you began to roll your hips in miniscule waves. âI had f-forgotten...faen.â
Your clit tugged against his public mound as you rocked slowly to and fro, minimising your movements.
Loki whimpered, brows twitching as he watched you relax into bliss above him; his thick girth stretching your walls as you gyrated. âThis feels so good, LokiâŠâ you groaned, letting your head fall back as his legs tensed beneath. The god's feet slid up the bed behind you - knees parking bent at your sides. Tears had begun to form in his eyes.
âNorns.â he gasped quietly, resting his hands on your hips and guiding you carefully back and forth. Like you might break. The needy touch was the final spark, lighting the trail of gasoline to climax like a match.
Your swollen clit pulsed with every slow tug against his neat pubic hair, the solid mass of his cock making you whimper. âIâm going to cum, babyâŠâ you mewled, making Lokiâs fingers dig deeper. A solitary tear of desperation rolled down his cheekbone, disappearing to the curve.
He thrust upwards once. A broken cry of pleasure from his throat sent shivers down your spine. It sounded like pain. But it wasn't pain. Far from it.
Your palms pressed against his shoulders, limiting his movement. âNot yet.â you choked, increasing the pace of your rolling hips against his base.
âYouâre so...fucking...tight.â Loki breathed, ragged pants filling the air as you rocked into him, orgasm blossoming like a wall of fire. His voice was thick, wet with pure lust. âYou feel s-so-uhhh, so divi-divine I-â he stammered, choking as he felt your fingernails dig deep into the ropes of shoulder muscle.
âNow, Loki.â you whined, releasing your hands from his biceps and gripping the brass railings above his head. You slid up his cock, squeezing at the tip before sinking into the godâs sloppy thrust. His eyes were suddenly wild, torn between savouring every inch of your sex-drunk body and becoming lost in his own pleasure beneath the veil of his eyelids. An animal released from the cage.
He tugged your hips towards him, beginning to bounce you on his slippery cock. Nordic curses dripped from his lips like battle cries, a vein by his temple thick to bursting against the furious weight of his basest needs. Every slap of his skin against your fizzing clit sent jolts through your body, the power of raw animalism coursing from his sex to yours.
âLet it go-â you gasped, throwing your head back as you felt an explosion of pleasure surge in your belly. âDonât be s-shy oh my god, - oh my, uhhh...f-fuck...scream for me, -L-Loki.â
Loki slammed your pussy a final time to the hilt, before a roar of utter devastation exploded from his throat.
Tendrils of damp hair cascaded over his brow as his back arched, errant strands across his lips blown by a feral moan of your name. You could feel the force of hot cum hit your cervix, leaking into every crevice of your stuffed slit as his messy thrusts slowed.
Lokiâs eyes had squeezed shut, deep lines ironed into his forehead as he murmured panting praises you didnât understand.
He lay there silently, breaths slowing. âWas that OK?â you whispered, flickers of sudden insecurity rearing in your mind. There was no answer. "Loki?" You leant forwards, clenching around his cock as you rested against his chest. Loki nodded, humming blissfully with his eyes still closed.
âTruly... I am lost for words.â he slurred, running a large palm down your spine and planting a light, congratulatory smack on your ass.
You felt a wave of pride rise in your belly. âThereâs a first time for everything.â you teased, making Loki open one eye with difficulty. âHow dare you.â he growled.
In a second, he had flipped you over; pinning you to the bed with his fingers curled around your wrists. âNot so shy anymore, then?â you giggled, feigning a feeble attempt to escape from his grasp.
âThanks to you, it seems my drought is over-â he purred, spreading your legs with a nudge of his knees.
âAnd darling?â he smouldered, damp curls clinging to his cheekbones as his eyes darkened. âDaddyâs very thirsty.â
Det er for godt â itâs too good.
Det fĂžles for godt â it feels too good
im nĂŠr â Iâm close
â He would bring you to his favorite part of the universe for your honeymoon
â The first thing he'd do is bring you to the house he had forced some people to build and bring you to the bedroom
â He'd definitely wear something sexy to rile you up, maybe lingerie hidden behind a silk robe~?
â Then he'd push you down onto the bed and tell you his plans for the night
â He'd ask you to come inside of him until you can't anymore. He'd want to bleed you dry. He won't be satisfied until you're shooting blanks
â He'd make you put him in multiple different positions, your muscles'll definitely be sore by the end of it
â Out of the kindness of his heart, he'd let you take a few breaks in which you'd be satisfying him with just your hands or your mouth
â With the amount of stamina he has, you'd end up exhausted. He would absolutely wring you out
â He isn't cruel though, at least not to you. He would give you plenty of love afterwards, that is if you're still awake
â You'd wake up to the face of a happy Loki along with the smell of your favorite breakfast food ready and waiting for you on the table
"You can go another round, can't you?" Loki cups your face in his hand, grinding down on your spent cock. You nod. "That's a good boy.." He purrs, pressing a kiss against your lips before starting to ride you.
This past week was aggravating, torturous even. You've been giving Loki the silent treatment after hiding your dog. It was meant to be a harmless prank, but the worry you felt when you weren't greeted by the clingy pitbull. Even the slew of apologies didn't cover the worry you felt.
He didn't notice at first, the way you didn't kiss him when you woke up. A groan of annoyance when he pulled you close, where you usually chuckled. Where you would sit next to him when watching movies, now you sat on the loveseat with Grouch, cuddling you.
Loki definitely noticed when you wrapped a blanket around yourself in bed.
Unlike regular nights, where you would be the little spoon, he was on the other side of the bed, cold. "Darling," his sultry voice filled the silence. "Whatever it is I've done, I apologize."
"You've apologized a week ago, Loki," you chided, feeling Grouch climb into bed at the foot.
"And you have yet to forgive me," he continues, being enough to make you turn the other way to face him.
"Because it's Grouch. You managed to hide him, and you made me worry, Loki. You know how I get," the words stopped in your throat, vividly remembering the fear you felt when Grouch didn't come. "And you know he's older now."
"My love, it was never intentional." The uncertainty in reaching for you was notable, hands inching closer in hopes you would reach out first.
"Yeah, but you still did it," you reminded, looking away for a moment. "Now to think of a way you could pay me back."
"Revenge?" His head jolted in your direction, knowing your version of revenge would be anything but pleasant. "I'm sure there's something else you think of."
"Oh?" A glimmer in your eye spoke volumes. Of course, you had powers, something simple but deadly under the right conditions. "But you want my forgiveness, right?"
"It's not that I don't. I know how vindictive you can get," Loki corrected, unease in his eyes. "You can give nightmares with a breath."
"I can make someone dream with a breath. You think I only give nightmares?" You turned to him, a smirk forming on your lips.
"I've only seen you give people nightmares."
"I can give someone dreams. What comes of those dreams is based on my mood. Do I look pissed right now?" You shot back, head tilting as you sat up.
"Not particularly," Loki answered, but he made no move to pull away. You sat up, making sure the door was open, your dog sitting up with you.Â
"Grouch, go home," you gave the soft command, receiving a whine of reluctance before Grouch got off the bed and went to his bed in the living room.Â
"I trust you," more of a mantra to himself, but Loki meant it. With a breath, the door closed and locked before you turned your attention to him.
You were a Dreamer, something in your culture described as a creature who could manipulate the minds of others with mist. For you, the red mist stemmed from your breath, and as long as the receiving person breathed in the mist, their minds were under your control.
Hovering beside Loki, you breathed, red mist flowing from your lips and surrounding his head. His chest swelled, inhaling the scent as your hand caressed the side of his face. "Let's see if I can make you ruin yourself without my touch."
Images of you started to flash through his mind, his body reacting slowly. You took it slow, starting with your first night together. Loki was never the type to fuck rough, using you like an object, not unless you asked.Â
That first night was a night to remember.
His body started to react, cock rising to attention as his mind swirled. "Wait, Loki," your voice cuts into the memory, your face flushed with arousal.
"What is it, darling?" He enjoyed the look on your face, the desperation in your eyes. "Use your words," he teased, a slender finger trailing your jaw and making you look up at him.
While his mind reeled in your dreamer mist, you changed some of the memories, made them intense, made them longer. Just as his hand snaked around his cock, you stopped him, lacing your fingers with his. "Untouched."
Just your touch made sparks fly under his skin, whimpers escaping his mouth as you intensified the dreams that coursed. You wanted to test it further, blowing another wave of mist into his face.
Memory manipulation with ghost touch. Another level of reminiscing that connected the sense of touch with memory.Â
False touches of hands ran over his body, sensual caressing which happened in the past connected with the present. Loki hadn't said anything, the poor soul. The only sign of him still grounded in the present was his tightening grip on your hand.Â
You shift the memory some, playing further in the night as the mist relayed your touch. Your hips gyrate against his, chasing a pleasure you felt only when you were alone. The sounds of your pleasure, your hands using his chest to balance yourself.Â
"There you go, take it for yourself," his words encouraged, while his hands would grip your hips, stabilizing you. "So eager for me."
A conniving smile crept onto your face as you watched his body react to a phantom touch. Hips grinding into nothing, grip on your hand tightening as if keeping you there, pleasure creeping his senses as he chased something fueled by the recent past.
"How cute, Loki," you whispered, eyes trailing to his cock as you watched precum bead from the tip. Part of you wanted to touch him, to see how fast it would take for him to come from a simple ministration.
You kept your composure, watching the memory pool a fresh sense of arousal. How responsive you were to his touch made the night memorable, but seeing how he teetered on the precipice made you think of something sweetly sadistic.
His hips chased the brink as your mouth moved to his neck, nipping at his pulse point. Slow kissed made his body tense up, his hand nearly crushing yours as he spilled on himself.Â
His release spurted, a drawn out groan as you breathed the mist in, retracting the effect on his mind. His cock pulsed, still holding his hand as his eyes finally opened. "There you are. It's okay, take your time," your words were far from vicious, watching as his body trembled from his high.
"That was..." his voice quiet, still reeling from such an experience.Â
"Vivid. I hope you didn't think that was all, did you?" Your eyes glinted with desire, knowing the night was just getting started.
Avenger AU Loki x fem!reader
In which Loki is injured and also a horned out mess.
Loki collapsed onto the bed, pouting up at her. âLove, pleaseââ
She laughed at his puppy face, pulling on the straps of her uniform. âStop making that face, my god.âÂ
âPlease, darling, I canât take this much longer,â he begged, longing to see that delectably lush body again. âYouâre driving me insane.âÂ
She grinned, doing a little twirl. âYouâre injured, you know you canât do anything without reopening the stitches. And there will be questions if we have to ask Cap to stitch you up. Again.â
âI am a god,â Loki growled, glaring at the deep, ragged scars on his chest. âI am immortality incarnate, I am the god of mischief, of vice and malice, and I will not be bested by thisâ thisââ
âLoki, you were stabbed with a godkiller,â she said, serious now. âI know youâre not used to recovery, but trust me when I say you donât want to reopen that wound.âÂ
He grit his teeth and hissed. âThen stop tempting me, you witch.âÂ
Instantly, something electric-hot sparked in her gaze.
She crawled onto the bed, her hips swaying as she moved over his body, her scent enveloping him. She slid her hand up his chest, caressing his neck, gripping his chin. Loki groaned, his body yearning up into her, his hands clutching the back of her shirt. She brought her lips to his, breath hot and promisingâ
âBehave,â she whispered.Â
Loki yelled, burying his head in her neck. She giggled as he muttered, âYou demon, you foul quim, you dastardly, beastly, monstrous tease.âÂ
She ran her hand through his hair, tugging the ends just to see him whimper. âYou know I like it when you call me names. Now I mean it. You canât do anything too⊠active.âÂ
That snakelike glimmer shot through his irises, the glint of a good idea. âI canât, this is true. But you can.â
She hummed. âBut youâd have to do a hell of a lot of begging to convince me.âÂ
He pulled away from her neck, scoffing. âI do not beg. I am a god. No mortal woman has ever meritedââ
She gently caressed his face, his cheek, sliding down to his neck. Her fingers closed around him, holding him, collaring him. Not hard, nor even firm, but simply holding him.
She saw the break in his eyes, the instant submission creeping into his very being: those silver eyes softening, his brow easing, his hands gently holding her body. Loki looked up at her, the picture of submission, his lips parted and his body soft beneath hers.Â
âPlease, love,â he whispered.
Oh, how his tune had changed. So quickly, too.Â
She smirked, and he felt it to the very core, the shock of butterflies erupting in his stomach.Â
Hope you are doing well! Could you do a soft baby Loki where reader is teasing him sexually all day long until he canât take it anymore. So when they go into the library or somewhere he begs the reader and she obliged obviously because who can ignore a sweet begging baby lo? đ„°
Okay this got filthier than I wanted it to be but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless đ
Warning : 18+ Minors DNI, Sub loki, Mommy kink, discussion of pegging, dirty talk, degradation
Teasing loki was your favourite pastime. You couldn't help it, the way he got so squirmy and whiny always swelled your heart, it also made you gush. You didn't think it was possible for a man to sound as sexy as Loki did, his heavy breathing, the way he was just eager to get down on his knees and worship you, how he was willing to do anything just so you would touch his stunning cock.Â
 "Mommy you are being mean" he whispered in your ear and you bit on your lips. You both were in the library, you were standing in front of the book shelf, pretending to check out the books but your mind was unable to focus on anything when his hard cock was pressed up against your ass like that.
"Am I? You're the one getting so hard in the middle of the Library and distracting me" he wrapped his arms around your waist and pressed a kiss on your neckÂ
"You know why I am like that, you made me so, now lovee mee pleasee, please love Mee" he whispered in your ear and his soft little voice made you want to fuck him right there. He wasn't wrong, you have been teasing him all day long
During breakfast you sat on his lap and grinded your hips slowly just to rile him up, you wore a dress that showed enough to entice him. While watching the movie with other Avengers at the tower you purposefully rubbed your fingers between his thighs, close but not close enough. The library was fairly empty and you may not be able to fuck him but you can definitely play with him some more.
"I do love you baby, you know that" he furrowed his brows and you smirked in response. You placed your hands inside his shirt making him shiver, he pulled you closer to him and latched his lips onto your neck to drown the sounds of his moans,Â
"What do you need, hmm? Use your words" you clutched his hair with your fist and made him look at you, he was so painfully hard and he needed a release
"Touch me please, touch my cock" he grabbed your hand and placed it on his bulge then he rubbed your hand up and down, the sensation made him grunt, his teeth gritted and jaw clenched as you have him a squeeze
"Right there mommy..yes right there" he whispered and it made you smile. Desperate baby loki was your favorite loki.
"I bet you are leaking in there aren't you?" you mumbled softly and he nodded.
"Yess yess, it hurts please" he begged softly and you unbuttoned his jeans, pulled the zipper down and thankfully he wasn't wearing a brief today
"I'd never want you to hurt sweet baby" he whimpered as you rubbed your thumb over his sensitive tip, smearing the precum to use it as a lube, your right hand sneaked inside his pants and you gave his cheeks a good harsh squeeze
"Mmm yes that feels so good, ohhh nornss" he threw his head back as the sensation started to build so quickly, he has been on the edge for hours. He was struggling with his hands, he wanted to squeeze something so he pulled the zipper down on your dress and palmed your boobs, his lips latched onto yours as you fondled him shamelessly in the corner of the library where anyone could walk in and catch you two. Your bodies were pressed together so close, you loved his warm panting breaths on your face, his whiny moans in your ears made you want to destroy him thoroughly.
"Sweet sweet whore, you're being so filthy, getting your cock played with in the middle of the library, so desperate aren't you?"Â
"Yesss mommy, please don't stop..keep touching..I need to cum pleasee" he mumbled in your ears, then he pressed his right hand over your mound to give you a squeeze, the wet warmth coming from your heat made him want to take you right here but he wanted to be a good boy and take whatever you wanted to give him.
"That's it ..such a good boy" you moaned with your words, he wasn't supposed to touch you like that but damn you'd be lying if you said it didn't feel so good. He wanted to be good but he also wanted to be sheathed around you.
"Please let me fuck you..I need you please" he begged again and his eyes teared up, the sight of his broken ruined state always made you drip like a faucetÂ
"Go ahead baby" that was all he needed, he pulled your panties down, picked you up quickly and wrapped your legs around his waist, then he trusted inside you quickly.
"That's so not appropriate babyboy, you're such a slut, couldn't wait to get to our room now could you?" He shook his head as he pumped his hips in and out of you slowly, the sound of his cock moving inside your wet cunt made the most obscene noises.
"Fuck you feel good around me..so warm, so constricted. I love it when you suffocate my cock mommy..yess yess oh yess" he mumbled incoherently, you grabbed his perfectly sculpted ass in your palm and kneaded it, your fingers accidentally brushed over his hole and that made you both shiver in unison. Did he want to be touched like that? You wondered. You both had never discussed it before but the image of him giving himself like that to you was now engraved in your head.
"How do you feel about getting pegged by me?" he moaned so loudly as you asked him that. That almost worried you that you two will get caught like thisÂ
"Mmm I'd let you do anything to me mommy, fuck me up in all the ways you want.. yess I want that, I want you inside me too" you kissed him as he said that, you pictured him on the bed, with his ass perched up while you'd open him up slowly, first with your fingers, then maybe a bullet vibrator,
"You filthy Little slut, my baby ..I'm closeee, I want you to cum with me please" you mumbled softly and he smiled as he slowed down his pace. You teased him so badly throughout the day, he wanted to have his fun too
"It excites you right? Me on my fours willing to take your fingers up my ass"Â
"Fuck godd loki" you cursed as he made you imagine the filthy scenario
"I'd be so good for you I promise, would you fuck me with a toy too?"
"mmmm would you want that babyboy?" You bit on your lips as you allowed your imagination to run wild.
"Yess pleasee, I just want you to play with me"
"I know baby I know..god you are dirty,.. so dirty"
"Maybe the one you used for yourself before you met me" you gasped as he said that.
"it's so big and thick, are you sure you'd want that?" His cheeks flushed even more as you asked him that.
"I want that, ruin me yess, ruin every little inch of me..cum mommy, cum for me"Â
And you exploded around him. The feeling of your walls clenching around him threw him off the edge as well. He couldn't wait anymore, he had to fill you up with his cum. He kissed you to drown some of the noise you two were making, you both were loud and unabashed but none of you cared about it.Â
"Goddd that was so filthy..I love you lo ..you okay baby?" you mumbled softly as you caressed his cheek, the one on his face. Now your thoughts were all dirty because of the talk you two just had.
"I'm perfect..I love you so much darling, you are perfect" he smiled as he took a deep breath. He cleaned both of you up with magic and you both helped each other fix your clothes.Â
On the way back to your room you linked your fingers with his,Â
"We don't have to do it baby, it sounded hot in the heat of the moment but I never want you to do anything you would feel uncomfortable with" he nodded as you said that and kissed your lips softly.
However a week later on your birthday you found him on the bed, all naked with his plump ass perched up and the toy laying next to him.
| a/n: day 19 of ficmas check the ficmas tab on the pixie list for the next update!
| wc: n/a
The moment you stepped into the main floor of Stark Tower, you could feel the tension thick enough to rival the snowstorm raging outside. Strings of half-hung lights dangled precariously from the ceiling, and boxes of ornaments were scattered across the room like abandoned chess pieces in a game you werenât winning. Loki stood in the middle of the chaos, arms folded, his sharp features set in an expression of pure disdain.
âYou call this festive?â he drawled, his British lilt dripping with derision as he gestured at the half-decorated room. âIt looks like a reindeer vomited on the walls.â
âAnd yet youâre the one standing there doing absolutely nothing to fix it,â you shot back, dropping the box of decorations youâd been hauling onto the nearest table. You rolled your shoulders, already exhausted, though it wasnât from the decorating. Babysitting Loki was more draining than fighting off an alien invasion.
He smirked, the kind that made you want to hurl a candy cane at his stupidly perfect face. âI wasnât aware that babysitting included manual labor. Though I must say, you do look fetching covered in tinsel.â
You glanced down at the stray strand of gold tinsel clinging to your sweater and brushed it off with a scowl. âIf I wanted sass, Iâd hang out with Tony,â you muttered. âNow, are you actually going to help, or are you just going to stand there and critique my hard work?â
Loki arched a brow, his pale green eyes glittering with amusement. âWhy would I sully my hands with such trivialities when you seem so adept at it?â
The audacity of this man. You closed the distance between the two of you, tilting your chin up to meet his gaze, heat prickling at the base of your neck. âYouâre on house arrest, Laufeyson. You donât exactly have the luxury of picking and choosing your duties.â
âI am hardly a servant,â he replied, the haughty tone of a prince slipping into his words. âAnd I have no intention of wasting my divine talents onââ
âDivine talents?â you interrupted, snorting. âYouâve been stuck here for weeks, and the only thing youâve managed to do is annoy the hell out of everyone.â
His smirk widened. âA skill Iâve perfected, wouldnât you agree?â
For a brief moment, the two of you stood locked in a silent battle, the twinkling lights around you casting playful shadows on his annoyingly sharp cheekbones. The air between you was charged, not unlike the static that zaps your fingertips when handling too much tinsel. And maybe, just maybe, there was something more simmering beneath the irritation.
âFine,â you said, breaking the silence with an exaggerated sigh. âIf youâre not going to help, you can at least hand me the ornaments while I fix your disaster of a garland.â
âOrdering me around now, are we?â he mused, taking a leisurely step closer. His voice dipped slightly, rich with suggestion. âI wonder what else you think you can command of me.â
You refused to give him the satisfaction of blushing, though his words sent a shiver down your spine. Plucking an ornament from the table, you shoved it into his hands. âStart with this. Then weâll see how useful you really are.â
He leaned in, his lips quirking at the corners, his voice barely a whisper. âOh, I assure you, darling. I can be very⊠useful.â
Your breath hitched, the space between you shrinking with every passing second. But you werenât about to let Loki win this little game. Not yet.
You squared your shoulders, refusing to back down from the sultry edge in his voice or the spark dancing in his eyes. Instead, you smirked, stepping even closer until you were nearly toe-to-toe with him.
âIs that so?â you said, your tone light and teasing as you reached up and looped the end of a stray ribbon dangling from his collar around your finger. You gave it a playful tug, forcing him to dip his head just slightly. âThen prove it.â
Lokiâs grin faltered for a fraction of a secondâjust enough for you to see the flicker of surprise before he quickly masked it with his usual arrogance. âYou truly are a tyrant, arenât you?â he murmured, his voice softer now, laced with something you couldnât quite name.
âTakes one to know one,â you replied, releasing the ribbon with a flick of your wrist. You stepped around him, brushing your shoulder against his arm as you went. âNow, hang the damn ornament.â
You didnât have to look back to know he was watching you. You could feel his gaze burning into your back, the weight of it sending a thrill through you that you tried very hard to ignore. Loki Laufeyson might be infuriating, but he was also intoxicating in the worst way possible.
You busied yourself with the garland, trying to focus on fluffing the greenery and securing the strands that had come loose. But the sound of his footsteps behind you, slow and deliberate, made your hands falter.
âYou know,â he said, his voice dangerously close to your ear, âI never thought mortal holidays could be so⊠stimulating.â
The way he said the word made your stomach flip. You turned your head slightly, finding him much closer than you expected, his breath warm against your skin.
âCareful, Loki,â you warned, though your voice lacked the bite you intended. âYou might actually start enjoying yourself.â
He chuckled, low and rich, and the sound sent a shiver down your spine. âOh, I think I already am.â
The tension between you crackled like a yule log in the fire, and you knew you were walking a razor-thin line. Still, you couldnât help but lean into it, just a little. Maybe it was the holiday spiritâor maybe it was the way his smirk softened ever so slightly when you met his gaze.
âYou missed a spot,â you murmured, pointing to a bare patch of garland just above his shoulder.
âDid I?â he replied, but he made no move to step away.
âMm-hmm.â You tilted your head, eyes locking with his as a daring smile curved your lips. âGuess youâll have to fix it.â
The room felt too warm all of a sudden, the faint hum of Christmas music in the background fading as the space between you grew smaller.
As Loki's eyes sparkled with mischief, he slowly raised his hands, his fingers brushing against the garland. "I suppose I have no choice but to rectify this situation," he whispered, his voice low and husky, his breath dancing across your skin.
With a deliberate slowness, he began to weave the garland around the banister, his hands moving with an oddly sensual precision that made your heart skip a beat. You couldn't help but notice the way his fingers stroked the greenery, the gentle tug of the ribbon as he secured it in place.
The air was thick with tension, the silence between you punctuated only by the soft rustle of the garland and the distant sound of holiday music. You felt like you were drowning in the depths of his eyes, the blue seeming to darken.
Loki's gaze never wavered, his eyes holding yours captive as he stepped closer, the distance between you shrinking to almost nothing. You could feel the warmth of his body, the whisper of his breath on your skin, and your pulse began to pound in your veins like a drum.
The room seemed to melt away, leaving only the two of you, suspended in a world of sparkling lights and forbidden desire. And as Loki's hand brushed against yours, sending a jolt of electricity through your body, you knew that this holiday decorating was about to get a whole lot more interesting.
As Loki's hand touched yours, a spark of electricity ran through your body, and you felt your heart skip a beat. The garland, once the focus of your attention, was now forgotten, dangling limply from the banister as you both stood there motionless.
You held Loki's gaze, your eyes locked onto his, as you reached out and wrapped your fingers around his wrist, holding him in place. His eyes sparkled with a mix of surprise and anticipation, but he tried to pull away, a faint pout forming on his lips.
"Let me go," he said, his voice low and petulant, but his eyes betrayed him, flashing with a hint of excitement. You didn't release your grip, instead, you tugged him closer, your fingers tightening around his wrist.
"I think we've decorated enough for one day," you said, your voice low as you leaned in, your breath whispering against his ear. Loki's eyes rolled back, his eyelids fluttering closed, and he let out a soft sigh, his body relaxing into yours.
But as your lips brushed against his, he jerked back, his eyes snapping open, a look of mock indignation on his face. "What are you doing?" he asked, his voice trembling with a mixture of annoyance and desire.
You just smiled, your lips curling up in a small grin, and pulled him back in, your tongue probing deeper into his mouth. Loki's body responded, his hands coming up to push against your chest, but his fingers curled into your shirt, holding on instead of pushing away.
As you deepened the kiss, Loki's eyes fluttered closed, his body melting into yours, his lips parting to allow your tongue to explore his mouth. But even as he surrendered to the kiss, he still tried to maintain a semblance of control, his hands gripping your shirt, his fingers digging into your skin.
You could feel the tension in his body, the conflicting desires warring within him, and you knew that he was torn between wanting to resist and wanting to give in. But as the kiss grew more intense, Loki's resistance began to crumble, his body relaxing into yours, his lips softening, his tongue tangling with yours in a sensual dance.
As you broke apart for a moment, gasping for air, Loki's eyes locked onto yours, his gaze burning with a fierce desire, but his lips still curled into a pout. "I didn't want to do that," he said, his voice barely above a whisper, but his eyes told a different story.
You smiled, a low, husky laugh escaping your lips as you gazed into Loki's eyes. "Is that true?" you teased, your voice barely above a whisper. "Your mouth certainly didn't make it seem that way." You leaned in, your lips brushing against his ear, sending shivers down his spine. "It seemed like you were enjoying yourself, like you couldn't get enough."
Loki's eyes flashed with a mix of anger and desire, his face inches from yours. "Shut up," he muttered, his voice low and rough, but his body betrayed him, leaning in closer, his lips almost touching yours.
You chuckled, a soft, seductive sound, and Loki's eyes seemed to glaze over, his pupils dilating as he gazed into yours. You could see the conflict within him, the war between his desire for control and his desire for surrender. And you knew that you were winning, that he was slowly giving in to his desires.
Without another word, you leaned in, your lips capturing his in a fierce, possessive kiss. Loki's resistance crumbled, his body melting into yours, his lips softening, his tongue tangling with yours in a sensual dance. This time, there was no hesitation, no holding back. Loki gave in, completely and utterly, his body surrendering to yours, his lips, his tongue, his every fiber responding to your touch.
As you broke apart, gasping for air, Loki's eyes never left yours, his gaze burning with a fierce, unspoken desire. You could see the surrender in his eyes, the acceptance of his own desires, and it only fueled your own passion.
Without a word, you took Loki's hand, pulling him towards the couch. He followed, his eyes never leaving yours, his body seeming to move of its own accord. You pushed him down onto the couch, his back against the cushions, and then you sat down on his lap, straddling him with your legs.
Loki's eyes flashed with surprise, but then his gaze dropped to your lips, and he seemed to forget all about his surroundings. His hands came up, wrapping around your waist, pulling you closer to him. You could feel his heat, his desire, and it only made you want him more.
You leaned in, your lips brushing against his ear, sending shivers down his spine. "You're so cute like this," you whispered, your voice husky with desire.
Loki's eyes flashed with a mix of surprise and desire, but he didn't push you away. Instead, he seemed to melt into your touch, his body relaxing into yours. His hands tightened around your waist, pulling you closer, and you could feel his erection pressing against your thigh.
You smiled, a slow, inviting smile, and then leaned in, your lips capturing his in a fierce, possessive kiss. Loki's body arched up, his hips pressing against yours, and you could feel the desire building between you, a desire that threatened to consume you both.
As you kissed, you could feel Loki's hands moving, his fingers tracing the curve of your spine, the swell of your hips. You could feel his need, and thought he wouldnât admit it, he wanted you. You were lost in the moment, lost in the sensation of Loki's body beneath yours, lost in the taste of his lips, the feel of his skin.
You pulled away one last time, your hand pulling through his long black hair, looking directly into his eyes. He looked between each eye, his gaze darting back and forth, and you could see him trying to focus his attention. For a moment, you just stared at each other, the only sound the heavy breathing and the pounding of your hearts.
Loki's eyes were glazed, his pupils dilated, and his face was flushed with desire. You could see the desire written all over his face, the need, the want, the surrender. And in that moment, you knew that you had him, completely and utterly.
You leaned in, your lips brushing against his ear, and whispered, "Good job, Loki." The words sent a shiver down his spine, and he smiled goofily, his eyes never leaving yours. You could see the energy, and anticipation in his eyes.
suggestions for other fandoms I should write for after ficmas is over?
Avenger Loki x gender neutral!reader
In which Loki changes things up a little
~ SMUT!! [ fingering, praise, light breast play, light oral, references to vaginal s3x ]
~ TW!! [ character injury but mild ]
I meant it as a joke, you thought to yourself, half ruefully, half gleefully. But as the quivering, spread legs before you revealed a dripping, fluttering cunt, you could hardly call your thoughts regret.Â
It all started with the mission. Twenty-four escaped convicts, an easy night out for the Avengers. Technically, it was below Avenger status (not exactly world-saving, after all), but Tony was trying to make a good impression on the U.S. government, so the superhuman heroes spent a lot of time running errands for the White House. You and Peter were on it, an easy fix. Honestly, either one of you couldâve done it alone.Â
You went left, Spider-Man went right. There were supposed to be an even split, but the numbers changed too quickly to communicate. You soared over the frigid treetops, angel wings beating the air, when a harpoon speared through your feathers. You crashed to the ground, keening with pain.Â
Six criminals got away. Peter handled the other eighteen, but the damage was done. They sent Vision after the last six and helicoptered the two of them back to Stark Towers.Â
Loki, as one can imagine, was distraught.Â
âWhat happened? Parker, who did this to her? She needs medical assistanceââ
âWhat do you think Iâm trying to do, Curlicues?â Tony Stark gestured to the corner with his chin. âGo over there and sit like a good girl.â
An unfamiliarly dangerous spark lit Lokiâs features. You cocked your head curiously through the pain, but Tony blew him a kiss. Loki hissed through his teeth, but backed off, letting Tony scan your gaping wound.
âYou know, I always wondered if these things were illusions,â Tony mused, tapping on his holographic screens. âThey appear out of nowhere, it doesnât make sense, unlessââÂ
âPocket dimension,â you gritted, as Bruce Banner and Tony snapped their fingers in unison.Â
âThat does make sense,â Bruce said brightly.
A red syringe-shaped arm popped out of the side of the medical bed. It blasted freezing nanoparticles over the gash in your wing, then retracted. Enhanced healing patches were placed over the bruises and road rash along your arm and thighs, and Tony gave you a jar of skin-repair salve for later. A few adrenaline injections to the arm later, and you were feeling much better.Â
âCan I see my boyfriend now? He might tear a hole through all nine realms if you donât let him check on me,â you rolled your eyes, beckoning Loki over.Â
He pushed past Tony, elbowing him out of the way. âDarling, are you okay?â
âYouâre welcome,â Stark said. âNo problem. Iâll just go over here and lick my ass, I guess.â
âYes, do that,â Loki muttered. Tony winked at him, deadpan.Â
âIâm much better,â you reassured him, flexing the wing and drawing his attention. âI heal quickly, remember? The worst was the pain, but it wonât linger.âÂ
âGood. Then letâs get to your bed. You need rest.â Loki scooped you up. The world wavered in a flash of green, blinding and strong, and suddenly they were back in their old, cozy room. A sweater lay, forgotten, on a chair. A few snack wrappers and⊠other kinds of wrappers lay scattered about the floor.Â
âOh itâs a mess,â you smacked your forehead. âGood thing they healed me in the med bay and not here.âÂ
âIâll clean it up, donât worry,â he assured you, his eyes sincere. âJust take it easy, dearest.âÂ
âWhatâs got you all worried, Lo?â you laughed, cupping his cheek. âIâm fine. Iâve been hurt worse before.âÂ
âYes, but that was before we were together. Additionally, I fear Iâm facing some⊠insecurity, as it were.â He glanced away, cheeks pinking.Â
âInsecurity? About what?âÂ
âI- nothing. Itâs no matter. We shall discuss later,â he brushed you off, standing. âPlease, let me clean for you.âÂ
You grinned up at him. âIf you say so. Thanks for cleaning for me, Loki. Youâre such a good girl.âÂ
You put a growl on it, a low, sultry purr. The tone of voice you usually said good boy or beg for me in. You meant it as a joke, a demeaning one, a call back to Tonyâs patronizing snub.Â
Instead, you saw something liquify in Lokiâs eyes. That same look he got when his cock was in your hands, or your teeth were sinking into his skin.Â
And being yourself, you capitalized on it.Â
âDo you like that?â you cooed, arching an eyebrow. âDo you want to be my pretty girl, Loki? My good little obedient princess?â
Oh, you had him cornered. His bottom lip trembled with thinly held control, his eyes darting back and forth, warring with himself.Â
You reached up, pulling him back down, so that he kneeled before you. You locked his gaze with your own.Â
âIf you want to be my good girl,â you said gently, âYou can.â
Loki shuddered, and slowly, his shoulders began to slough down and round off. His frame turned slighter, more slender, and his chest swelled. He was daintier, but still with the shoulder-length choppy hair and wild silver eyes. He was no he at all. She was Loki. A tall, wiry, masc Loki, with a dripping mess between her legs.Â
Loki whimpered as you laughed aloud, running your hands through that silky black hair. âOh, you pretty girl, so many tricks up your sleeve! Why donât you strip for me, so we can see what pretty trick you have up your pants.â
You had never seen Loki undress so quickly.Â
And so, here you were, Loki breathless and growling beneath you, your fingers sliding into Lokiâs slippery, throbbing mess. You curled your fingers acutely, and Loki bucked up into your hand.Â
âNaughty,â you cooed. âBad girls donât get to cum. Stay still.â
âPlease, love,â Loki begged, her cheeks flushed red. âPlease let me cum.âÂ
âBehave,â you scolded. âAnd maybe Iâll consider it.âÂ
Loki let out the prettiest keening sound youâd ever heard. You giggled, leaning forward, wrapping your lips around Lokiâs pulsating clit. You sucked, hard, and she moaned again, her legs clamping around your head.
âIs this the insecurity you were dealing with, pet?â you asked, stroking the pad of your thumb over Lokiâs sensitive, aching clit. âWere you lost?âÂ
She nodded, eyes screwed shut with pleasure and humiliation. âI wasnât sure how youâd âfuckâ react.âÂ
You smiled, running your hand flat up her belly, cupping a tender breast, and squeezing. âPretty girl. Iâd never want you to be anything less than yourself.âÂ
Her eyes opened, beautiful and silver as always. Loki smiled up at you, holding your hand over her breast. âSweet love,â she murmured.Â
âBesides,â you gave her a sharklike smile. âNow I get to fuck you. Spread your legs.âÂ
With a whimper, she complied.Â
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