Summary: Loki is an author, and you're his muse. He's feeling a little low on inspiration, so he calls on you for help.
I was inspired to write this because I revisited Midnight In Paris and Tom as F. Scott Fitzgerald is just š¤¤š¤¤š¤¤
Warnings: smut, minors DNI! Fingering (f receiving), language, unprotected sex (donāt do that, wear those condoms), slight choking kink
Pairing: Author!Loki x female reader
The clicking sounds of Lokiās typewriter beats along in tune with the rhythm of the rain outside. Itās been pouring all morning, so the two of you were using this as a much appreciated lazy day.
Well, you are anyway. Loki sits at his desk in the home office, trying to work out the details of his latest chapter. He could hear you moving around in the apartment, faintly singing to yourself. The sound of your voice never fails to put a smile on his face.
Unlike his writing, however. Which often would leave him feeling frustrated. Today is no different, unfortunately. Heās been staring at this page for the past half hour, struggling to come up with a way to move the story forward. Nothing was coming to him though. He feels like his brain is completely empty of ideas.
Lokiās eyes wander to the window, smudged by the rain. The world outside is just a blur of colors and sounds. Outside the apartment New York was alive, filling the streets with cars and people going about their business.
He sighs, rubbing a hand over his face. His last sentence stares up at him from the paper, unfinished, as if taunting him.
Why does writing have to be such a damn chore sometimes?
Loki stands up from his desk and stretches, staring out at the rain. He decides that a break is probably best right now; and his feet begin carrying him to you before heās even aware of it. The strength in which heās drawn to you surprises even himself sometimes. He just canāt help how much he loves being around you.
How can he, when everything seems better when youāre around? Loki had never experienced such a happy and peaceful sensation in his life before he met you. He used to be so anxious and high strung. Keeping all his demons to himself in the dark, too afraid that anyone who saw them would run away. But you didnāt. You stayed and introduced him to yours instead. The process of learning to let you in was gradual, but now all it takes is being in the same room with you and he feels relaxed.
Loki finds you in the living room. Youāre laying on your back with a blanket draped over your body, playing one of your favorite video games. Little beeps and soft music play as you try and beat the level you're on.
He watches as you catch your bottom lip under your teeth, concentrating on the game. He wishes he could be the one biting it, feeling your soft lip in between his teeth as the pressure makes you gasp against his mouth.
You're so focused you don't notice him come in at first. Which is okay, he's content to just admire you for a moment. You're wearing one of his button up shirts. The sleeves are so long on you they're rolling down over your hands. You have your hair up in a bun, strands of hairs falling down to frame your face.
Your eyes flicker up and you spot Loki leaning against the doorway, smiling at you.
"Hi there."
"Hi darling." he strides over to the couch; lifting up your legs to drape them over his as he sits down.
You set your game down and sit up. "How's your writing going?"
Loki sighs, rubbing his eyes with the palms of his hands. "I'm dealing with a bit of writer's block. So I'm taking a break."
You hold open your arms, gesturing for him to come in for a hug. "Come here."
Loki gently lays down on top of your chest. You wrap your arms around him and start to play with his hair, your fingers twirling and running through his soft curls. He lets out a heavy sigh, the tension in his body slowly unwinding. Wanting to be closer to you he slides his hands under your body, cupping your waist and holding you against him.
The smell of your soap and skin mix together in a sweet scent that leaves his brain feeling blissfully hazy as he buries his face in the crook of your neck. You feel Loki kiss a trail over your skin, his teeth occasionally grazing your skin. The sensation makes your breath catch in your throat.
You move your hands down his back to pull his tucked in shirt out, so your hands can move under the fabric and over his skin. Loki sighs, his warm breath tickling you as you run your nails up and down his back. That never fails to help him melt a little.
Loki's eyes have fallen shut as he starts to tangle himself in you and get lost. His mouth moves all over your chest. Kissing and biting everywhere he can reach. You move your hands to the front of his shirt and begin helping him unbutton it.
"I need you, darling." he whispers as his lips crash back down onto yours. The tip of his tongue moves over the curve of your bottom lip. It marks a path trailing down to where your collarbone is peeking out of his shirt.
"I need you so much." his voice is rough and gravelly, like the thunder outside. It rumbles across your body, sending sparks of electricity straight to your core.
You can feel where he's rubbing himself against your leg. Carelessly, almost as if he's too lost in his own need to realize what he's doing.
"Yeah?" You tangle your fingers in his curls and gently tug on his hair to tilt his head back. A soft whine escapes him, and he looks up at you with lust blown eyes. "What do you need baby, tell me."
Instead of answering, Loki's hands work quickly to rid you of the shirt you stole from his closet. His eyes roam over your body, a hunger in them that, every time you see it you can't help but shiver. You're completely bare from the top up and he's drinking in the sight of you like you're a work of art.
He sits up so he's sitting in between your legs. Large hands roam over your stomach and sides, traveling until they cover your breasts. He watches in fascination as his touch makes you arch your back and sigh, pleasure rushing through you.
"Loki," you gasp as he flicks both your nipples. He swirls his fingers around them both until they're hard under the pads of his thumbs.
His tongue follows his hands; diving down to lick and suck on your breasts greedily. Pain mixes with pleasure as he finds places on your skin to mark as his own. After every one he swirls his tongue around the bruise, kissing away the sting. You wrap your legs around his waist and grab his ass to pull him in closer. When he's satisfied with his work Loki pulls back to admire you.
"Look at how pretty you are my love," he groans out. "So beautiful, covered in hickies and breathless. I bet you're positively soaked for me right about now."
His fingers trail teasingly down your body, dipping underneath your panties to slide against your folds.
"I knew it." he chuckles, the sound going straight through you. "You're practically dripping for me love. Do I really make you this wet?"
You moan helplessly as Loki slides one finger inside you easily. He captures your noises in a searing kiss; his tongue coming out to meet yours eagerly.
"I love getting you like this for me." he moans against your lips. "So wet, so needy. Unable to think about anything else but how badly you need release." he slides another finger in and you dig your nails into his shoulders.
You open your mouth to try and speak, but he curls his fingers in just the right way that leaves you unable to even form a thought.
"Oh yes, good girl." Loki whispers. He's peppering kisses all over his face as he talks to you in that same low voice that has you boneless in his arms. "You're doing so good for me darling, taking my fingers so well. You want to cum all over them don't you. I can feel how ready you are."
Your legs shake, feeling the coil wind tighter and tighter. You cry out pleas, begging him not to stop.
Until he has you falling apart underneath him, almost screaming out his name as you cum. He fingers you through the entire thing, leaving you weak and sensitive.
"You sound so lovely when you're screaming for me y/n." he growls as he kisses you. "Can you do that again for me baby? Can you be a good girl and cum again?"
You can hear the desperate need in his voice. His hard cock is practically ripping a hole through his pants as he grinds it on your thigh.
"Yes, Loki please." you say, your voice turned high and breathy.
The rest of his clothes are gone in an instant. You run your hands down his chest, in love with the way his lean body hovers over yours. Curling his fingers under the waistband of your panties he easily rips the fabric in two, discarding it onto the floor.
Loki lines himself up at your entrance, teasing you by rubbing just the tip of his cock against your folds. The feeling is a sweet kind of torture.
"Loki, please..." you beg, not caring how desperate you sound.
He can't wait any longer either, slowly pushing his cock deep inside you. Once he bottoms out he stills, allowing you to get used to the feeling.
You can feel his fingers digging into your hips so tight, as he struggles to control the urge to fuck you senseless. You feel so good wrapped around his cock like this. It's all he can do not to thrust up into you. But he wants to make sure you're ready and comfortable first.
Once you're ready you let him know and you two slowly begin moving together. His thrusts are slow at first, letting you feel every inch of him filling you up.
"You love this don't you?" he groans, watching you come undone. "Being filled with my cock. Letting me fuck your brains out?"
You let out a whine in agreement, your ability to form words is long gone.
Loki starts to pick up the pace; the noise of skin slapping against skin filling up the room. His lips are inches from yours, brushing every time his body thrusts up. Neither one of you are going to last much longer. You're wound up much too tight. His usually bright green eyes, are now dark and blown wide with lust.
"Loki," you moan, struggling to speak. "Please, I need to-I can't-"
He shushes you softly, brushing your hair out of your face. He slows the movements of his hips, taking your bottom lip in between his teeth.
"I've got you, it's okay. Cum for me love." he demands, his voice cracking. "Cum all over my cock." he snaps his hips against yours, fucking you so deep you see stars.
Pleasure builds rapidly and you feel yourself falling closer to the edge. You can tell Loki's getting there too with the way his thrusts are growing sloppy. His eyes roll back as he lets out a noise that makes you even wetter, if that's possible.
He tells you to cum for him again, repeating it over and over, sucking new marks into your skin. He slides a hand tenderly up your neck, putting enough pressure on your throat not to choke you, but just enough to let you know it's there. He's whispering sweet nothings in between kisses, but it's hard to focus on what he's saying. Youāre just aware of his accent, growling into your neck.
You scream his name like a prayer, the only words on your lips as your orgasm takes you by surprise. He follows you off the edge, broken moans the only noise heās capable of making.
Loki pulls out of you, falling beside you on the bed. He pulls you into his arms, stroking your back as you come down from your high.
āYou did so good for me love.ā He whispers as he kisses your forehead. āYouāre so beautiful when you fall apart for me like that.ā
You smile tiredly up at him, placing soft kisses on his chest. āDid this help you forget about your writers block?ā
He chuckles, cupping your cheek in his palm. āWhen Iām with you darling I forget about anything except how much I love you.ā
He helps clean you up with his discarded shirt, then brings you close against his body. The two of you lay there, intertwined on the couch, your legs tangled up together. Itās nice to just be able to enjoy the peaceful moment, listening to the rain hit the windows.
"Think you'll be able to finish the chapter?" you ask, your voice a little sleepy.
"Of course." Loki smiles brightly at you, picking up your hand and kissing the knuckle that has your wedding ring on it. "Thanks to my muse."
//
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Summary: Loki is an author, and you're his muse. He's feeling a little low on inspiration, so he calls on you for help.
I was inspired to write this because I revisited Midnight In Paris and Tom as F. Scott Fitzgerald is just š¤¤š¤¤š¤¤
Warnings: smut, minors DNI! Fingering (f receiving), language, unprotected sex (donāt do that, wear those condoms), slight choking kink
Pairing: Author!Loki x female reader
The clicking sounds of Lokiās typewriter beats along in tune with the rhythm of the rain outside. Itās been pouring all morning, so the two of you were using this as a much appreciated lazy day.
Well, you are anyway. Loki sits at his desk in the home office, trying to work out the details of his latest chapter. He could hear you moving around in the apartment, faintly singing to yourself. The sound of your voice never fails to put a smile on his face.
Unlike his writing, however. Which often would leave him feeling frustrated. Today is no different, unfortunately. Heās been staring at this page for the past half hour, struggling to come up with a way to move the story forward. Nothing was coming to him though. He feels like his brain is completely empty of ideas.
Lokiās eyes wander to the window, smudged by the rain. The world outside is just a blur of colors and sounds. Outside the apartment New York was alive, filling the streets with cars and people going about their business.
He sighs, rubbing a hand over his face. His last sentence stares up at him from the paper, unfinished, as if taunting him.
Why does writing have to be such a damn chore sometimes?
Loki stands up from his desk and stretches, staring out at the rain. He decides that a break is probably best right now; and his feet begin carrying him to you before heās even aware of it. The strength in which heās drawn to you surprises even himself sometimes. He just canāt help how much he loves being around you.
How can he, when everything seems better when youāre around? Loki had never experienced such a happy and peaceful sensation in his life before he met you. He used to be so anxious and high strung. Keeping all his demons to himself in the dark, too afraid that anyone who saw them would run away. But you didnāt. You stayed and introduced him to yours instead. The process of learning to let you in was gradual, but now all it takes is being in the same room with you and he feels relaxed.
Loki finds you in the living room. Youāre laying on your back with a blanket draped over your body, playing one of your favorite video games. Little beeps and soft music play as you try and beat the level you're on.
He watches as you catch your bottom lip under your teeth, concentrating on the game. He wishes he could be the one biting it, feeling your soft lip in between his teeth as the pressure makes you gasp against his mouth.
You're so focused you don't notice him come in at first. Which is okay, he's content to just admire you for a moment. You're wearing one of his button up shirts. The sleeves are so long on you they're rolling down over your hands. You have your hair up in a bun, strands of hairs falling down to frame your face.
Your eyes flicker up and you spot Loki leaning against the doorway, smiling at you.
"Hi there."
"Hi darling." he strides over to the couch; lifting up your legs to drape them over his as he sits down.
You set your game down and sit up. "How's your writing going?"
Loki sighs, rubbing his eyes with the palms of his hands. "I'm dealing with a bit of writer's block. So I'm taking a break."
You hold open your arms, gesturing for him to come in for a hug. "Come here."
Loki gently lays down on top of your chest. You wrap your arms around him and start to play with his hair, your fingers twirling and running through his soft curls. He lets out a heavy sigh, the tension in his body slowly unwinding. Wanting to be closer to you he slides his hands under your body, cupping your waist and holding you against him.
The smell of your soap and skin mix together in a sweet scent that leaves his brain feeling blissfully hazy as he buries his face in the crook of your neck. You feel Loki kiss a trail over your skin, his teeth occasionally grazing your skin. The sensation makes your breath catch in your throat.
You move your hands down his back to pull his tucked in shirt out, so your hands can move under the fabric and over his skin. Loki sighs, his warm breath tickling you as you run your nails up and down his back. That never fails to help him melt a little.
Loki's eyes have fallen shut as he starts to tangle himself in you and get lost. His mouth moves all over your chest. Kissing and biting everywhere he can reach. You move your hands to the front of his shirt and begin helping him unbutton it.
"I need you, darling." he whispers as his lips crash back down onto yours. The tip of his tongue moves over the curve of your bottom lip. It marks a path trailing down to where your collarbone is peeking out of his shirt.
"I need you so much." his voice is rough and gravelly, like the thunder outside. It rumbles across your body, sending sparks of electricity straight to your core.
You can feel where he's rubbing himself against your leg. Carelessly, almost as if he's too lost in his own need to realize what he's doing.
"Yeah?" You tangle your fingers in his curls and gently tug on his hair to tilt his head back. A soft whine escapes him, and he looks up at you with lust blown eyes. "What do you need baby, tell me."
Instead of answering, Loki's hands work quickly to rid you of the shirt you stole from his closet. His eyes roam over your body, a hunger in them that, every time you see it you can't help but shiver. You're completely bare from the top up and he's drinking in the sight of you like you're a work of art.
He sits up so he's sitting in between your legs. Large hands roam over your stomach and sides, traveling until they cover your breasts. He watches in fascination as his touch makes you arch your back and sigh, pleasure rushing through you.
"Loki," you gasp as he flicks both your nipples. He swirls his fingers around them both until they're hard under the pads of his thumbs.
His tongue follows his hands; diving down to lick and suck on your breasts greedily. Pain mixes with pleasure as he finds places on your skin to mark as his own. After every one he swirls his tongue around the bruise, kissing away the sting. You wrap your legs around his waist and grab his ass to pull him in closer. When he's satisfied with his work Loki pulls back to admire you.
"Look at how pretty you are my love," he groans out. "So beautiful, covered in hickies and breathless. I bet you're positively soaked for me right about now."
His fingers trail teasingly down your body, dipping underneath your panties to slide against your folds.
"I knew it." he chuckles, the sound going straight through you. "You're practically dripping for me love. Do I really make you this wet?"
You moan helplessly as Loki slides one finger inside you easily. He captures your noises in a searing kiss; his tongue coming out to meet yours eagerly.
"I love getting you like this for me." he moans against your lips. "So wet, so needy. Unable to think about anything else but how badly you need release." he slides another finger in and you dig your nails into his shoulders.
You open your mouth to try and speak, but he curls his fingers in just the right way that leaves you unable to even form a thought.
"Oh yes, good girl." Loki whispers. He's peppering kisses all over his face as he talks to you in that same low voice that has you boneless in his arms. "You're doing so good for me darling, taking my fingers so well. You want to cum all over them don't you. I can feel how ready you are."
Your legs shake, feeling the coil wind tighter and tighter. You cry out pleas, begging him not to stop.
Until he has you falling apart underneath him, almost screaming out his name as you cum. He fingers you through the entire thing, leaving you weak and sensitive.
"You sound so lovely when you're screaming for me y/n." he growls as he kisses you. "Can you do that again for me baby? Can you be a good girl and cum again?"
You can hear the desperate need in his voice. His hard cock is practically ripping a hole through his pants as he grinds it on your thigh.
"Yes, Loki please." you say, your voice turned high and breathy.
The rest of his clothes are gone in an instant. You run your hands down his chest, in love with the way his lean body hovers over yours. Curling his fingers under the waistband of your panties he easily rips the fabric in two, discarding it onto the floor.
Loki lines himself up at your entrance, teasing you by rubbing just the tip of his cock against your folds. The feeling is a sweet kind of torture.
"Loki, please..." you beg, not caring how desperate you sound.
He can't wait any longer either, slowly pushing his cock deep inside you. Once he bottoms out he stills, allowing you to get used to the feeling.
You can feel his fingers digging into your hips so tight, as he struggles to control the urge to fuck you senseless. You feel so good wrapped around his cock like this. It's all he can do not to thrust up into you. But he wants to make sure you're ready and comfortable first.
Once you're ready you let him know and you two slowly begin moving together. His thrusts are slow at first, letting you feel every inch of him filling you up.
"You love this don't you?" he groans, watching you come undone. "Being filled with my cock. Letting me fuck your brains out?"
You let out a whine in agreement, your ability to form words is long gone.
Loki starts to pick up the pace; the noise of skin slapping against skin filling up the room. His lips are inches from yours, brushing every time his body thrusts up. Neither one of you are going to last much longer. You're wound up much too tight. His usually bright green eyes, are now dark and blown wide with lust.
"Loki," you moan, struggling to speak. "Please, I need to-I can't-"
He shushes you softly, brushing your hair out of your face. He slows the movements of his hips, taking your bottom lip in between his teeth.
"I've got you, it's okay. Cum for me love." he demands, his voice cracking. "Cum all over my cock." he snaps his hips against yours, fucking you so deep you see stars.
Pleasure builds rapidly and you feel yourself falling closer to the edge. You can tell Loki's getting there too with the way his thrusts are growing sloppy. His eyes roll back as he lets out a noise that makes you even wetter, if that's possible.
He tells you to cum for him again, repeating it over and over, sucking new marks into your skin. He slides a hand tenderly up your neck, putting enough pressure on your throat not to choke you, but just enough to let you know it's there. He's whispering sweet nothings in between kisses, but it's hard to focus on what he's saying. Youāre just aware of his accent, growling into your neck.
You scream his name like a prayer, the only words on your lips as your orgasm takes you by surprise. He follows you off the edge, broken moans the only noise heās capable of making.
Loki pulls out of you, falling beside you on the bed. He pulls you into his arms, stroking your back as you come down from your high.
āYou did so good for me love.ā He whispers as he kisses your forehead. āYouāre so beautiful when you fall apart for me like that.ā
You smile tiredly up at him, placing soft kisses on his chest. āDid this help you forget about your writers block?ā
He chuckles, cupping your cheek in his palm. āWhen Iām with you darling I forget about anything except how much I love you.ā
He helps clean you up with his discarded shirt, then brings you close against his body. The two of you lay there, intertwined on the couch, your legs tangled up together. Itās nice to just be able to enjoy the peaceful moment, listening to the rain hit the windows.
"Think you'll be able to finish the chapter?" you ask, your voice a little sleepy.
"Of course." Loki smiles brightly at you, picking up your hand and kissing the knuckle that has your wedding ring on it. "Thanks to my muse."
//
If you enjoyed this story and would like early access to my work, as well as exclusive content, please check out my patreon account :)
I think Noel is funnier than Cody and you can fight me on that any day because Cody just piggybacks off of Noel's jokes and his original jokes are recycled and not that funny. I think Cody is only really funny with Noel and he is a really good joke reviver/hype man. I also say this because Cody is bigger than Noel and therefore more mainstream and commercialized meaning Cody cant make the exact some jokes as 2016 so that's part of why he's not that funny anymore. Well then again I'm dumb so don't ask me. lol also sorry if I'm wrong
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