Warnings: Smut (F|F, public use of a sex toy, remote control sex toy, overstimulation, vaginal fingering)
Square: @ladiesofmarvelbingo - E2 Remote Controlled Sex Toy
Synopsis: Loki is fascinated by your new purchase and decides to cause chaos during your workday by making you orgasm at the most inconvenient times.
Chaos
Loki turned the small purple device over in her hand. Her long fingers caressed the soft silicone, tracing around the curve.
“You say this is a sex toy?” She asked, looking up at you and raising an eyebrow. “How does it work when it is so small?”
“So you can wear it all day. Or with someone or something else inside you,” you answered, taking out your phone. You opened up the app for the toy and turned it on. First one side and then the other.
Loki startled and then looked up at you, a dark and playful smirk formed on her lips. “You Midgardians,” she teased. “Such interesting things to focus your technology on.”
“I thought you might like that,” you said, returning your gaze. “Would you like to play with it.”
“Mmm… I think I would,” Loki said. “How far away can I be to get it to work?”
“Theoretically you could be just about anywhere,” you said. “If the phone and toy can connect to a network or wifi, the toy will work.”
She licked her lips and put the toy down in its charger. “Well, this will be fun.”
You had known before you’d even given her the toy that it was going to cause chaos throughout your day. Giving Loki, the god of mischief, the power and permission to disrupt your day so completely whenever she so chose was asking for trouble but you wouldn’t willingly accept Loki in your life if you weren’t up for a little trouble.
The first time she switched it on you were on the train to work. You squeeze your legs together and pressed your forehead on your arm and clenched your jaw as you orgasmed in the middle of a group of strangers.
She did it again while you were on the phone to a client and you had to do everything in your power to focus on them and get through the call as quickly as you could before you threw your head back and came.
The next time you were blessedly alone and you closed your eyes and just gave yourself to it. Making sure to keep your voice down as your whole body shuddered around the toy.
She followed up only thirty minutes later while you were heading down to get some lunch. You’re knees buckled as you went down the stairs and you ended up leaning on the banister and breathing through your teeth as you tried not to just collapse in a puddle on the ground.
There was another at lunch. One when you were trying to get through some actual work. One in the middle of a meeting. That one was really embarrassing because people kept looking for the phone that was ringing. There were two more on the train home. By the time you walked back into your place, to find Loki lounging over your recliner as she fiddled with your phone, you had come at least nine times, possibly more considering there were multiples.
She patted her thigh and you approached her on slightly wobbly legs and sat down in her lap.
“You smell like sex,” she said as she curled her arm around you and kissed the side of your neck.
“Gosh,” you snarled. “I have no idea why that would be.”
She laughed and her hand slipped down between your legs and she began to palm your cunt. It made the toy move, rubbing on your swollen and over-stimulated clit and pressed and released against your g-spot. You keened, threw your head back on her shoulder.
“Oh no,” she said, increasing the pressure on your cunt. “You poor thing. Did I overdo it today?”
She sounded anything but sympathetic. Your legs tried to close your legs around her hand, but she pushed them back open with the ease of a god. “Now, now,” she scolded. “You think you get to stop now you’re home?”
“No,” you whimpered.
“That’s right,” she said, hooking her ankles around yours to keep your legs apart. She hiked your skirt up so the material bunched around your waist. “I need to see it for myself.”
She slid your panties down. They were soaked through and smelled strongly of your sex. Loki clicked her tongue and shook her head gently. “What a mess you’ve made.”
You moaned and lifted your hips and she pressed a few buttons on the phone. The part of the vibrate that set pressed against your g-spot began to thrum in low pulses and the part that sat against your clit buzzed at a constant quick rate, vibrating against the over-sensitive bundle of nerves.
Loki hummed to herself and thrust two of her long fingers inside of you. With her fingers and the toy, your cunt was stretched and full and the toy pressed even harder against your g-spot. You cried out loudly and bucked your hips up into her hand.
Loki chuckled. It was a dark and sexy sound and it traveled right through you, sitting right in the hot spot in your core. You could barely focus and when Loki turned your head to hers and captured your lips, you submitted to her readily.
With one hand she pumped her finger in and out of you so that the toy pushed and then released against your g-spot and with the other, she massaged your breasts. There was too much happening. Your head felt light and your body felt like it wasn’t even yours anymore. All you could do was hold on to her and wait for the orgasm that had built and was pressing down in you, to take you over.
Your fluids ran down her wrist, and she eased another inside you so you felt full to breaking. You mewled into her lips and as she corkscrewed her wrist you jerked hard up and came, screaming out as you gushed onto her hand.
Loki hummed and stroked you through it before taking her hand away. You snatched the toy out as it still buzzed and threw it across the room.
Loki laughed and ran her wet fingers down your neck. “My goodness, that was fun wasn’t it? You were so overworked.”
“Yeah, well,” you said, relaxing against her. “Guess what?”
“What is it, darling?” She hummed.
“Tomorrow, you’re going to wear it.”
She laughed again. The sound was pure and full of joy. “Now, that does sound fun.”
Your Occasional Girlfriend - Loki shows up in their female form and wants to have a night on the town with you. Turns out when Loki is a woman, she’s a little more vocal about how she feels about you. She also is reminded about how shit some men can be.* F!Loki x F!Reader
Through Her Eyes - When you don’t understand what Loki sees in you, she decides to show you exactly what she sees.* F!Loki x F!Reader
Goddess - A man you meet at a masked orgy claims to be a god. It turns out it wasn’t just a line.* Loki x F!Reader
The Throne - When Loki is feeling bored at an event in the palace she calls you over to have some fun.* F!Loki x F!Reader
Trouble - There is nothing you and Loki like more than messing with Thor. Loki x F!Reader
A Little Convincing - With the ability to set any living creature at ease, you are charged with keeping an eye on Loki when he and Thor move into the Avengers Compound. You find a way to convince him that doesn’t involve your powers at all.* Loki x F!Reader
By Arrangement - When the Queen of Alfheim decides she wants to arrange a marriage between either Thor or Loki and one of the Princes or Princesses of Alfheim, they are sent to Asgard to make the arrangement. Loki is disgusted by the idea. Unfortunately, she’s also very attracted to one of the chosen group.* F!Loki x F!Reader
Not Your Redemption - When Loki wants to change the course of his life, he comes to you to save him.* Loki x Reader
Risk/Reward - Loki gives you a lesson in balancing risk and reward.* Loki x Reader
Chaos - Loki is fascinated by your new purchase and decides to cause chaos during your workday by making you orgasm at the most inconvenient times.* F!Loki x Reader
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Character Pairing: F!Loki x F!MoonElf!Reader
Word Count: 2224
Warnings: Smut (F|F, public sex, vaginal fingering)
Square: @ladiesofmarvelbingo E5, Surrender
Synopsis: When the Queen of Alfheim decides she wants to arrange a marriage between either Thor or Loki and one of the Princes or Princesses of Alfheim, they are sent to Asgard to make the arrangement. Loki is disgusted by the idea. Unfortunately, she’s also very attracted to one of the chosen group.
A/N: Moonelf’s are a race of Elf from Alfheim, one of the nine realms. They have bioluminescent skin. So there are references to that. It doesn’t say what color that bioluminescent skin is.
This is one of those fics you start with no idea where it’s going. It kind of feels like there’s more story. I have no idea what that story is. I may come back to it if people are reading it. But I don’t know.
By Arrangement
Loki’s boots clicked on the marble floor as she strode down towards her chambers. To say she was angry was putting it lightly. She was furious. Furious about how she had been pushed aside in favor of her brother, yet again. This time for no good reason whatsoever. They just wanted someone to greet the envoy from Alfheim at the Rainbow Bridge and lead them to the palace.
It made no sense that oaf should go rather than Loki. Loki Silvertongue. Goddess of stories. She would be much better suited for this and instead she had been sent to her room for arguing like some wailing child.
She slammed her door behind her and went to her balcony. She could see the precession coming down the Rainbow Bridge. Thor in the lead on that obnoxious white stallion of his, followed by guards, followed by a carriage containing the royal envoy. Followed by people on foot. Followed by more guards.
They wound into the city below and then up to the palace gates. Loki watched as the guards approached the carriage and helped those that were inside down the steps. The different Elf races had joined together to make their own kingdom. Each tribe had their own royal family and they formed a council that ruled over Alfheim that served under Queen Aelsa Featherwine. First off the carriage was the Prince of the Spice Elves. Short with a warm brown, almost cinnamon complexion and curly red hair. He wore a tunic only a few shades darker than his skin. After him, was the princess of the Ice Elves, with her blue skin and long blue hair. Her clothes were white and blue and despite the heat, she seemed to be wearing several layers. The Air Elf came next, then an Elf of the Vale, a Sea Elf, a Cat Elf, and a triple jointed Pleasure Elf. Each Elf was so different from the next, from the tiny little, rainbow-colored Cat Elf’s that got their name from riding winged-cat, to the tall willowy Elves of the Vale, it was hard to see how they could even be categorized under the one heading.
Finally, you stepped off the carriage. Loki wasn’t sure how she could still be surprised when he saw a Moon Elf. She’d seen many through her life, but there was something about the way your skin glowed that always made her breath catch. It was such an unusual phenomenon. The bioluminescence of your skin had an iridescent quality. It shimmered like an oil slick, but it burned from within.
You wore a dress that shimmered with an iridescent quite like your skin. Green at the neckline, then gold, then red, blue and finally a deep purple in the fabric that pooled around your feet. On your head, you wore a tiara adorned with opals that shimmered from the glow that emanated from you.
Loki was so intoxicated by you that she failed to notice Queen Aelsa stepping out of the carriage behind you. Nor his parents hurrying up to meet her.
When the group moved inside, Loki huffed and returned to her bedroom. She didn’t quite know why she was taking it so personally. She was used to being overlooked in favor of Thor and quite honestly if they’d asked her to be the one greeting she would have tried to get out of it. She hated doing things like that. She hated playing nice.
She should have been asked though.
She pushed it aside and summoned some attendants to assist her in the bath. There would be a feast tonight, she should look like the queen she was destined to be. Plus it might help her relax.
After soaking in the tub a little too long, she allowed her attendants to dress her. Normally she did that herself. Perhaps with a little help with her armor. Tonight there would be no armor though. Just gowns and she wasn’t used to wearing them. Her tastes tended to fall along the lines of androgyny, leaning toward slightly more masculine. In her fluidness, she tended to lean into male more regularly. But she was she now, and that meant a gown if she was to attend a feast.
She made her way to the great hall and then had to loiter waiting for all the ceremonial garbage to happen before she could be seated. Each member of royalty had to be announced properly, including her.
She had been relegated to a lesser table due to the number of visitors. Normally that alone would have been enough to have her leave, but when she saw you already seated at her table she decided that it might be worth staying for the aesthetics alone.
“Lady Loki,” the Ice Elf said bowing her head a little. “I am Princess Siora. It is good to meet you.”
Loki nodded her head and the other Elves at the table made their introductions too. She noticed as she reached you, you had that same bored look in your eye as she often wore at such events.
“So why is it we’re at the children’s table?” Loki asked, sweeping her skirts under her and taking a seat.
“The Queen is hoping to match one of us to one of you.” You said looking up at the elevated table with Odin, Frigga, and Thor sat with Queen Aelsa and her daughter. “Thor and Amaranthae is the hope.”
“So we’re being kept away from the desired couple in case one of you catches his eye or she catches mine?” Loki asked. “Ridiculous. Thor is no closer to marrying than a Bilgesnipe is of growing wings and flying.”
“Yes, and thus part two of the plan.” You explained. “You, my lady get the choice of the whole table.”
Loki snorted. Actually snorted with laughter It was embarrassing really, but thankfully no one acknowledged it. “Charming.” She said.
“Yes, well,” Dinamh the spice elf said. “None of us are too fond of the plan either.”
“Nothing against you, my lady,” Siora said. “It is just insulting to all of us, you included.”
“To say the least.” You said. “Alfheim has had a violent history considering we pride ourselves on our peaceful ways. It is not enough that we have been conquered twice now, we now have to hope that Asgard is willing to make a marriage alliance to ensure our protection.”
“The queen doesn’t trust the alliance after how long it took for Asgard to respond when Malekeith showed his true nature,” Siora said.
Loki waved her hand dismissively. “You are one of the nine realms. My father would not give up control of that.”
You shrugged. “I don’t care. I have no plans to marry anyone, let alone for political reasons. Anything else that occurs is white noise to me.”
Loki chuckled. “That is a good way to look at it.” She said. She was pleased that your wit matched your beauty. Maybe that was part of what had attracted her in the first place.
As the dinner progressed Loki found herself relaxing more and actually enjoying the company of these elves. While most were still a little on the cheery side for her taste, she had never met people in the same position of being called royalty but being treated as lesser as she had before. She was quite taken with you particularly. She didn’t have many friends that weren’t just Thor’s friends who barely tolerated her before. She could see being your friend.
The following day Loki avoided the whole spectacle of the royal visit. She assumed that Thor was being forced into spending time with Amaranthae, or else Odin was against the whole idea. Certainly, Loki assumed if they were against just the Thor factor, she’d have been visited by her mother right now talking her into at least being open to marrying one of the elves.
That hadn’t happened so Loki had gone to the library. It was her safe place more than anywhere else in the palace. She could disappear into the works for hours upon hours. It was just over two hours that she had been in there when you came in.
She was aware of another person there right away, but it wasn’t until you came around the corner that the faint light you emitted caught her attention.
“Why, hello,” she said, looking up at you over her book.
“Loki,” you replied, nodding your head. “I had wondered where you disappeared to today.”
“You missed me?” Loki teased, getting up and approaching you.
You chuckled. “Hardly. But it is noticeable when you aren’t around.”
“Were you looking for me?” She asked.
You shook your head and gestured around you. “I have heard stories for years about the great library of Asgard. I had to see it.”
“It is quite a sight.” Loki agreed and offered you her elbow. “Shall I show you around?”
You nodded and linked your elbow with hers. “This is the fictional section,” Loki said. “They are organized by where in the realms they are from and then by author.”
You looked up at the books as they seemed to just disappear up over your head as you walked down the aisles arm-in-arm.”
“This is the instructional manuals. Everything from how to cook, to spell use, to the how to of sexual acts.” Loki explained.
You looked at her and smirked. “Spend a lot of time reading those, my lady?”
Loki chuckled. “I like to take a more practical approach.”
“Mmm… I’m sure you do.” You said and ran your fingertips up her forearm.
Loki looked at you out of the side of her eye. The signal had been clear and she planned to respond to it. She led you deeper into the library, away from the doors and windows.
“Here are the historical works. The complete history of the nine realms.” Loki said.
“Ahh yes,” you said, turning to face her. “No surprise that Odin keeps records of those that surrender to him.”
Loki moved close to you, looming over you. “And your people know all about surrender.”
“I surrender to no man.” You growled.
“Then it’s good that I am not a man.” She purred and brought her lips to yours. The kiss was searing. Possessive and hungry. She pushed you up against the shelves and ran her hands down your neck to your chest. Massaging your tits.
You groaned and pushed against her, slamming her up against the opposite shelves. You pushed your thigh between her legs and pulled her hair, sending a wave of pleasure that bordered on pain right through her and down to her cunt as she ground it against your thigh.
She let you lead, submitting to you as you claimed her. A moan escaped from her as her cunt began to drip for you.
She grabbed your hair suddenly and spun you and pulled you flush against her. “You know what they will do if they discover us?” She growled against your ear.
You took a shark, ragged breath in, and began to hitch up your skirt. “Oh yes, we would be destined to marry immediately.”
“So you best be quiet,” Loki growled and slipped her hand into your panties.
She started to circle your clit with her fingertips and you grabbed your hand, lining your fingers up with hers and guiding them to touch you. You pushed her fingertips so they pushed hard against your clit as you drew figures of eight over it.
“You like to be in control, darling?” Loki crooned.
You moaned and moved her finger a little harder. “I know what I like.”
“Then by all means.”
You kept guiding her to rub your clit, as she kissed your neck. As the soft moans you made got louder, you curled your fingers, pushing all but one of her long spider digits back. Her index finger you left straight and you guided it inside of you, so both of your penetrated you. Her finger pressed against yours in the warmth of your cunt. You guided her to the soft, sensitive spot of you g-spot and you pushed Loki’s finger hard on it. You cried out and Loki curled her finger and dragged it over your sweet spot again and again.
Your moans got louder and louder and your fluids ran down Loki’s wrists. You took your hand away and braced yourself on the shelves in front of you as you finally surrendered to her. Letting her be in control of your pleasure. She added a second finger to your cunt and used her thumb on your clit. Your legs began to tremble and with a sudden cry, you came hard, shuddering around her fingers.
Loki stroked you through it and as your breathing returned to normal.
“Well, that was fun.” You said straightening yourself out.
“Mm, it was. Perhaps you’d like to return the favor sometime.” Loki said.
“Perhaps,” you said. “Be at dinner and we’ll see.”
Loki watched as you swept back out of the room, licking her fingers clean as you disappeared around a corner. It was annoying really. If the situation was any different she would pursue you. That couldn’t happen now, not when two kingdoms would push towards it. Loki could never allow herself to surrender to that level of interference.
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Character Pairing: F!Loki x F!Asgardian!Reader
Word Count: 1422
Warnings: Smut (F|F, oral sex, public sex)
Synopsis: When Loki is feeling bored at an event in the palace she calls you over to have some fun.
The Throne
Loki lounged back on the chaise as she watched the room. You were mesmerized by her hands. One held a glass goblet filled with red wine, her nails were cut short and painted black, which stood out in contrast against the deep red of the wine and her almost ivory skin. Her other hand seemed to give away her mood. It drummed against her thigh slowly, flitted to the fruit and toyed with the grapes before taking one and putting it in her mouth. She was bored. The sycophants were boring her. You could tell even as far away as you were now that everyone around her was annoying her.
You knew that was her normal state. As the second child of Odin, Loki sat in this strange bubble where they could get away with almost anything. They were being raised to rule with no chance to do so, and therefore they had no expectations to ever behave in any particular way. That paired with the fact Loki was impossible to read, meant that people often used Loki as a way to get to Thor.
You didn’t see Loki when she was feeling like a woman very often. In either gender, Loki was objectively an attractive person though. Whether male or female Loki had a high level of feminine grace and masculine power. They attracted attention, just not the kind they ever particularly wanted.
She gazed around the room, a look of pure boredom on her face. Her eyes fell on you and she tilted her head and raised an eyebrow. You didn’t break eye contact with her and after a moment she gestured for you to come over, curling her finger to coax you over.
You got up and moved towards her. Her eyes never left you as you approached. When you were standing directly in front of her she took a grape from the bowl and put it in her mouth. She chewed slowly as she looked you up and down.
“Your majesty?” You said breaking the silence first.
“You were watching me.” She said. “Any particular reason?”
“You just seemed bored and in my experience, when you’re bored, things tend to happen.” You replied.
“Oh, so I’m your entertainment? Is that it?” She asked.
“I was hoping.” You said, playfully.
She narrowed her eyes at you and looked you up and down, before softening and laughing. “I might be able to find something to entertain you.” She said and patted the chaise in front of her.
You squeezed yourself onto the chair, and she sat up, so she was almost curled around you. Her arm circling your waist and resting on your thigh. “Now, darling, what brings you to the palace today? Hoping to get a look at Thor?”
“I’ve seen Thor numerous of times. He’s very hard to miss.” You said.
Loki chuckled. “Very good. So what was it then?”
“I was invited. When you’re invited to the palace, it’s very bad form to turn it down.” You replied.
“And why are you right here with me?” She asked, her hand tightening on your thigh.
You laughed. “You called me over, princess.”
“So what you’re saying is,” Loki teased, her long fingers caressing up your side and making your skin tingle. “That if royalty asks you to do something, you just do it?”
“I’m sure there’s a limit.” You teased back. “Want to try and find it?”
She chuckled and patted your leg. “Come with me.”
You got up and she stood. She seemed to take a moment to catalog where each of her family members was. Her eyes fell on each person in turn and then on the warriors three and finally Sif. When she seemed pleased that everyone was where she wanted them she flicked her cloak and swept out of the room. You followed after her at almost a jog.
The hall she led you down was mostly empty except for the usual guards located at intervals on the way down. None even looked twice at either of you. You reached large gold doors guarded by two men in gold. They opened them as soon as Loki approached and she swept inside without a word.
When you passed through the doors slammed shut behind you and you stopped dead. Loki had taken you to the throne room. It was vast with pillars running up an aisle that led to the large gold throne. The sky was dark but clear outside the floor to ceiling windows that the throne sat before. The light from the stars and the pink and red glow of the aurora illuminated the throne enough to make it seem almost ethereal in its splendor. Loki sat down in the throne, lounging back with her legs crossed.
You slowly approached her, the sound of your steps echoing through the empty chamber. “Why have you brought me here?” You asked.
“You know they call us gods?” Loki said.
“Yes, of course.” You replied. “You’re the god of mischief and the goddess of stories.”
She swung her legs over the arm of the throne and let her head fall back. “Goddess of stories is so funny. It always makes me picture myself sitting in front of a group of children and reading to them. Could you even imagine?”
“That would be quite the sight.” You chuckled.
She laughed softly and stretched out like a cat. “Have you heard of the morning ritual?”
You stifled a laugh and bit your bottom lip. “Yes. I’ve heard of it. It’s hardly morning though.”
“No,” She said sitting up again. She hitched up her skirt and spread her legs. “But I am a god. So how about you worship me.”
You didn’t need to be asked twice. You knelt down between her legs and ducked under her skirts. She waved her hand above you and her undergarments shimmered away. You nuzzled at her cunt, breathing in the heady aroma of her arousal. She leaned back in the throne and lifted her hips a little.
“Get on with it.” She purred.
You smirked and flattened your tongue running it up her folds. She hummed and used her leg to pull you in tighter to her. You swirled your tongue around, dipping it inside of her and lapping up to her clit. You teased it around, not touching on it, but ghosting over it. She growled and pushed you down into her more.
“You are asking for trouble now.”
You hummed and sucked her clit into your mouth and pressed your lips down on it hard. She mewled and bucked up under you, rolling her hips against your mouth. You hummed, pleased with the way you could make her react to you. You licked at her clit, painting patterns on it with your tongue, spelling out words in norse as she moaned and gripped the throne.
You added your hand, teasing your fingers around her entrance before pushing two inside her. She cried out as the tips of your fingers touched on the spongy surface of her g-spot. The sound of her cry echoed off the walls of the throne room making you chuckle softly into her cunt. You stroked your fingers over that special spot, each time pressing a little harder than before. The whole time you continued to use your mouth on her clit. Sucking and nipping at it. Making tight circles with the tip of your tongue.
Loki began to lose control. The fact you could affect her so strongly mixed with the taste of her cunt filling your mouth made your own cunt flood. You tingled all over and as you brought her closer and closer to the edge you picture what it might be like if she used those long fingers of hers on you.
Her cunt began to flutter and tighten around your fingers. You pushed hard on her g-spot and twisted your wrist your knuckles dragging over it. She bucked up and came, crying out loud enough to hide the sound of the doors to the throne room opening as she gushed on you.
“By the Allfather! Sister! Father is going to kill you if he finds out about this!”
You scrambled out from under Loki’s skirt in time to see Thor backing out of the room with two women in toe, a look of disgust written on his face.
Loki threw her head back and laughed loudly, standing and helping you to your feet. “Come, let us retreat to my chambers. I think you just earned a little reciprocation.”
23 and 35 with F!Loki and reader (platonic) please
Oh! A curveball....
23. You did what?
35. Because I said so
“Hello darling.”
You frowned. Only one person ever greater you like that, but that was most definitely not your best friend’s voice.
Turning slowly, you spotted a beautiful dark haired woman making her way toward you. A familiar smirk graced her features, but it was the the twinkle in her eyes that tipped you off to her identity.
“Loki?”
Her grin widened. “What do you think?” She twirled, causing the skirts of her emerald gown to flair out around her. “I thought I’d change things up a bit. Give all of Asguard a bit of a thrill.”
“You did what?”
She threw herself down onto the sette beside you. “OH don’t look so upset. Now I might actually let you play with my hair.”
“oh god.”
“Yes?”
You shook your head in disbelief. “You should change back.”
“Why would I do that?”
“Because I said so?”
He waived you off. Being a woman was far to much fun for Loki to give it up just yet. Looking at her out of the corner of your eye, you gave her until her first cycle, then she’d be back to her original form in no time.
“What you going to turn yourself into the next time you get bored?” you asked. “A horse next?”
